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Post by Katrina A. Russel on May 21st 2019, 2:31 am

The boy was still walking. And by still, she meant he never stopped. For the last three days, Katrina had followed him, and though exhaustion clung to her like a shroud, she was resolute not to give up on him. The burning fire of willpower was still strong in her, and she refused to let him escape. His powers and his gentle, good nature were important assets for the Blackguard, and Olympus in general. A shining example of what a hero should be, and someone the other members could look up to. Though he was certainly young, she knew he would one day be a great hero, the type that legends are written on.

She shifted from her position across the street, having sat for just a little too long and let her legs go numb. Ugh, she really was getting too old for this. He was a speck on the ground, but so long as he remained in sight, it shouldn’t be an issue to track him, not for him. There was no way in a thousand hells she’d lose him, not after all the trouble it took to track him down again. It was three weeks after the events at the bank in Chicago wrapped up, three very long weeks most of which was spent trying to track him down! He was surprisingly elusive, but eventually, her resources found him just outside of Illinois. A lot of ground to cover in such a short time. And so she watched him, hidden of course, not revealing herself; it wouldn’t due to alienate him, and if she approached him while he was in a bad mood, it would likely sour things further.

Even worse if he remembered any specifics about the bank.

Well, no use in hiding here any longer, she had gathered all the information she could, so nothing more could be gleaned from just watching. She swung her slim legs, shod in heels and tights, over the edge of the apartment building, not caring to even look at the ground at she flung herself over. The wind tugged at her clothes, threatening to rip them from her body for a moment; a flash of gold and she landed without a sound. Quickly she fell into step behind him, following the child, matching him step for step until suddenly she wasn’t. He turned a corner, and rather than follow his exact footsteps, she went the shorter route; up the iron bars, balancing on one foot on each metal spire, and then landing with a graceful right in front of him.

”Revenant. I’ve been keeping an eye on you.” She straightened, her long curtain of hair parting to reveal the two very dangerous looking swords and a utility belt filled with more hardware than the average military jet. ”I have a proposition for you. Perhaps we can talk about it over dinner? My treat.” The smile she threw him was genuine and sweet, though it did quite a bit weird on her sharp, elven features. ”There’s a French restaurant I own not too far from. You do require food, yes?” She followed this joke with a laugh like a babbling brook. Now, the outfit she was wearing certainly didn’t hint at anything dangerous; it was a simple skirt and blouse, colored black and red, with thigh-high stockings and loafers. As a matter of fact, were it not for the weaponry hanging at her hip and the smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, she could quite easily be mistaken for a schoolgirl.
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Post by FantasyBound on May 22nd 2019, 2:01 am

As Lucas did at any given moment, he walked.
Endlessly…

When he walked like this, he noticed it gave him lot’s of time to think, like why did he walk at a speed that could be considered a slow jog? When he was capable of so much more? Well, he never really liked people freaking out about how fast he was going and that he must be a superhero or something, he didn’t do this to get popular, yet. To be honest, being important was latently put in the back of his head recently, he didn’t understand it too much, just that one day while some guy was trying to beat the shit out of him, he felt the need to shout out in a heroic voice that everyone would be safe as long as he was there. Now that he thought about it more, it felt a little stupid thinking about it, being popular was for those fake heroes, the ones that spent more time in talk shows then on the streets doing good, really, he wanted to do something. Maybe that was it, he just wanted to do something big, gain some recognition… Damn it, his mind kept going back to it, no matter what he did. This made him feel like things were starting to spin a little out of control, what was going on? This was one of the three prominent changes he noticed…
Another thing he noticed was the voices, maybe more alarming if they happened more often, but it seems to only occur once every twelve hours. The words often disturbed him, sometimes they would speak in languages he didn’t know but heard before from other places, one of them spoke in French for sure, and one sounded Greek. There was the occasional English one, and he spoke as you would expect from some freaky medieval film, he would simply say “Be yonder, the blossoming reward, waiting.” or some other bullshit. But then there was one voice, he spoke something so unfamiliar, and he spoke with such power, this voice scared Luke, it was something almost inhuman, ever so alien, like he was from another world, but he knew it was… Human, maybe...

He started making his way towards some alley, he decided to cut to the other side of the street, plus, alleys seemed to hold the roughest stuff in town, he could maybe beat the shit out of some guy who was causing some trouble. Not that he wished he could do that, just that if he chances upon that, better now then when he wasn't there.

Then, out of nowhere, some girl dropped in front of him. He stopped moving, and just raised an eyebrow, what was this child doing jumping in front of big scary guys? She began by addressing his name, which he was about to say something until she moved her long hair back a bit, that’s when he noticed she seemed to have a sword, and a crap ton of gadgetry, now he just was a little concerned, who the fuck carries a sword in public…

Say’s the guy with the axe strapped to his back...

She then offered to make some sort of proposition to him over dinner at some French restaurant, before making some joke about him requiring food. Now, Luke felt this was relatively a strange situation. Here he was checking if he was going nuts, and then some school girl with a sword and more gadgets on her belt then Iha’s body jumps in front of him and asks him if he wants to talk about something over dinner. He had a lot of questions himself, but decided to wait for later, he felt like this was going good so far,

” Well I must admit, most people who say my name like that usually try and rip me apart right afterward alongside some idiotic monologue about how they want to rule the world or some shit like that. So I do like the change of pace here. I am interested to hear what you gotta say, as long as it ain’t about none of that supervillain bullshittery, I will go along with this. And wait… Own?”

He was pretty confused by what she said there, how strange for a child to be in possession of such expensive things like that...

He could tell this was gonna be a great day.

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Post by Katrina A. Russel on May 28th 2019, 6:09 am

”Yes, own. I may look to be in my teens, but I’m nearly fourty years old.” Not a dramatic number, but enough of one to elicit surprise. ”Do keep up.I would hate to have a conversation with myself.” She took off at a brisk pace, winding through the complicated series of streets without once glancing at a street sign, as if she had it memorized. Of course she did. Katrina was very protective of her things. Though the walk was spent in silence, it wasn’t very long, and they soon came to the golden doors of a restaurant. L’Enchante Cuisine was above the door. Seeing her approach, the maitre de opened the door for her and her guest.

The inside was spectacular, as could only be expected, but devoid of guests. More than a slow day, however, as there was only one table on the floor, set with two chairs and a glass of wine. At this table, Katrina sat, ignoring the opulent surroundings and impatiently gesturing at the assembled wait staff to leave. This was a private conversation they were about to have. Pausing only long enough to sip the wine - 1874, a good year - she fixed her intense gaze on Revenant.

”Let me start by saying I have no intention of taking advantage of you o the benefits your flesh may or may not provide. My interest is in you and your merit as a hero, not on your powers. We would be here regardless of what you could do. Now that’s handled …” She offered her hand, a slim thing with nails painted a sparkling shade of blue. ”Introductions are in order. Introduce yourself, and then we shall order food and get down to business, hmm? I, personally, am famished.”

It was a comfortable, relaxed front she was putting out to him, because that’s what people like him reacted to. Good people, kind people. They don’t appreciate intensity, honesty of character. They’d prefer to think everybody was nice and kind and sweet, ignoring the evil and sickness in the world. But that was why he was here. His powers were a huge draw, yes, but also his strength of force. A vivid memory flashed in her brain, this hero bursting through the wall, limbs dangling at his side as he injured himself to try to save the captured civilians. Blackguard needed that kind of open honesty, that goodness of character. It would keep them on the straight and narrow and remind them what they’re fighting for.
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Post by FantasyBound on June 8th 2019, 2:39 am

Forty… Either this was some well-conceived trick, or maybe some sort of power she has, magic isn’t out of the question either though, or even some tech; in a world like this, anything was possible. He was pretty surprised that she owned a restaurant, even if that was something of the least impressive things about her so far; he remembered how badly he wanted to own his own restaurant when he required food back in the day, but it didn’t take long for him to realize that restaurant would go out of business if he would eat there for free, eating so much had its disadvantages like that. He had those memories, eating, damn, been a while since something passed to his stomach to just be later turned to molecules and extra blood. Heck, he hasn’t used a washroom in maybe… Months, yeah, maybe a bit over a year;
while, not for its intended purpose, he uses them often to clean up after a fight, the nastier the better to hide bloodstains, or hopefully they just blend into the others. She asked him to keep up, so he went close behind, just not too close. He kept his distance, not just because he didn’t feel like being called a creep by some asshole with no context of the situation, but he felt like he remembered her and not in any sort of positive manner, he sort of, mildly, felt he saw that face before…

No way, this wasn’t her, semblance for sure in the facial structure, otherwise, she was basically completely different, but the idea still scared him a little; almost as much as the memory of the maggots. Her pace was in a hasty rush, one that winded down what felt like half the streets in this part of the city; she never looked at anything other than straight ahead, she had a determined stride that suggested a commanding aura, this lady had something to her, if Lucas could summarize it, it would be regality, and not the stereotypical kind, someone who deserves there spot in this world because they have a solid head on there shoulders and the right motivations backing them. They made it to some really fancy restaurant, there even was some guy to hold the door open for them. In reality, the walk wasn’t long, but it was quiet. Once the two of them made it in, Lucas raised his eyebrows a bit to the inside, probably the nicest place he has ever been in, hands down; he noticed it was devoid of guests, was this exclusive? And damn, did those staff move quick when she showed up, spectacular how they acted in haste to leave the two alone. He quickly sat to the table, carefully, and placed his hands underneath, the tablecloth was so nice he didn’t want to mess it up with his dirty coat… Which he just remembered he had not taken it off at the table, so he removed it quickly while sitting down, showing his rarely seen black tank top and reasonably strong build, well above average for sure, but in a world like this, he was just another fish in the sea.

She finished sipping her wine, he just looked at his wondering what the hell he should do, before she began talking and he met her eyes, yup, definitely the leader type. She opened up saying how she didn’t intend on using him just for his superhuman abilities, which surprised him, but he also didn’t believe her, no matter how sincere she looked nobody did a deal like that without such a powerful backing like his abilities. He wanted to say something, but decided to not be a prick and kept it to himself. Once she asked for introductions, he looked at the table, and then at his hands while he sat down, oh, his whole body was so dirty, as did when somebody barely bathes, he rinsed himself by a sprinkler about two days ago, but in full honesty that wasn’t near enough to clear the grime on his being. He would quickly grab the napkin, so clean it bothered him, and wiped his hands with the edges of it, they seemed to be close enough to reason, so he went on to rub some dirt off of his face before placing the cloth down. He then shook her hand and tried to start the introduction,

”Hmm… I will assume you want my real name? It’s… Uh… Oh frick… Well, I know my first name is Lucas, some people used to call me Luke, and my last name is…”

He looked around the restaurant, it’s been so long since he’s used his real last name he sort of, maybe, forgot it a bit…

”Ah! Blanc, Lucas James Blanc. Sorry, been a really long time since I used that name.”

He would do a quick nod of his head and look up, oh, how so pathetic and embarrassing that was. Now for the food...

” Really, Ma’am, I no longer require food, some damn staff changed up a lot about how my body works. But I can still process and taste food, so really, order me whatever passes your mind.”

To be honest, he didn’t know any French food, so he was just hoping she would order something interesting that wasn’t snails for him.

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