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[b][color=662d91]Location;[/color][/b] Lucas' Bedroom → Gia's Bedroom
[b][color=662d91]Interacting With;[/color][/b] With each other [sub]([@lovely complex])[/sub] - second half affects all party goers
[b][color=b53389]Mood;[/color][/b] Playful → Cheers! → Attentive → Forthright → Pensive → Encouraging → Badass
[b][color=662d91]Mood;[/color][/b] Angry  → Curious → Shocked → Grateful → Manipulative → Fired up
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[indent]For nearly the entire afternoon Lucas has been seething on this morning’s events. Wrecking her room was somewhat of a payback. But it was by far, not enough. Not even when Keats hung up her underwear out like some exhibit did he feel satisfied. But for now, there was nothing he could really do. Except beating the hell out of his modified boxing ball. The thing was far stronger and far harder than any boxing ball ought to be. It was a gift from his mother 3 years ago, and was specially modified to resist the punches of someone using the solar force. He kept beating the poor object for nearly an hour. Raising and lowering it, to emulate a head or someone’s guts. Eventually he felt spent, so he collapsed on his bed. Breathing hard while the loud rock music blasted through the room, he picked up his phone to check if anything came through. A text from Gia. Did Mayweathers really think the party would go un-crashed? Still, it would be a challenge. Lucas loathed the Dewey brothers. Mostly because Chaos Theory did teleport him away one time. The other one could apparently freeze a person. Those two would be trouble. Danny wasn’t really a problem. He was a pain for every mind controller, but one punch to the guts and the kid would be completely harmless.
 
After a quick, and refreshing cold shower he left to do some shopping. Lucas was not a person of refined taste. He held no quarrels with eating junk food, and the more meat he could eat, the better. But when it came to drinking, Lucas had a far deeper understanding that many others could have. He kept a hidden stash of a few bottles, some of them were European and did cost a lot. He kept them each with a very distinct reason. One bottle though, was the most important one. A bottle, left unlabeled, with a thick, gold colored liquid inside. He kept it for someone special, because it tasted so good that you’d get instantly addicted. But those kinds of drinks he wouldn’t drag about to a party. Oh no, Lucas had other plans. At the shop he bought a bottle of strawberry-flavored vodka, a bottle of honeyed Jack and finally a simple bottle of rum, with as little as taste as possible. No matter how awesome the party would be, Lucas would just make it better. He then returned to his dorm room, to prepare himself.

Lucas was an unrefined person. Even at a party, where everyone will probably look like the best version of themselves, he cared extremely little. But that was part of his appeal. When he wanted it, he would look like the bad boy everyone wanted. He dressed in normal jeans, with some unraveled borders. Giving it a slightly worn look. To top that off, he wore a rather tight fitting shirt. One that didn't restrict his movement too much but showed off his well-kept body. Lucas was a fighter above all, and thus had a lot of muscle to show off. Combine that with a confident but small smirk, and it was nearing completion. A leather jacket wrapped it all up very nicely. He didn't look beautiful, or ravishing, or refined like some girls in dresses would. But he looked sharp, slightly menacing and above all, as if he could careless about how he dressed.

He knocked twice on Gia's room, still with his backpack on, containing the three bottles and the diary. Since he had entered the building, his hatred for Elie washed over him in waves. He summoned it all up again, ready to explain it all to Gia. He then entered his friend's room. Immediately seeing her back, as she danced to the song she put up. For a moment, he was just overwhelmed by it all. He had a certain resistance to her sex appeal. But even his heart started beating harder at the sight of her. He slowly closed the door, hoping she didn't hear him enter. Getting closer and closer, until he was right behind her. [color=662d91]"As ravishing as ever. Mayweather boys will go apeshit over you."[/color] he whispered in her ear, teasingly. This was the best way to resist her. Indulge in it all to a certain point. But be resolute where the line is.

Gia’s melting chocolate eyes softened when she heard her playful puppy indulge in her guilty pleasure. The fastest way to gain her respect was by entering her field willingly. Since his First Year, he wormed his way into her heart and unlike other pawns on her chessboard, she wasn’t going to break their friendship by having sex with him (even if it was tempting). In a sense, one can say their relationship consisted of them meeting each other halfway. He teases her to feed her sexual hunger and she builds his resistance and wits toward dangerous people like her. She protects his morals, while he boosts up her ego. Their relationship was a win-win scenario since they both filled each other’s growing void. 

Picking up the shot glasses, she turned around and handed him one, bringing out her chest as her bottom pushed against her desk. Her nude color lips curled up, giving him a sight that most definitely was engraved on his mind, her signature grin. Meeting his gaze, with her enticing orbs that always felt like she was undressing him, Gia chuckled, “[color=b53389]And yet I’m still working on driving you insane.[/color]” Winking after her playful remark, she lifted her shot glass high in the air,  “[color=b53389]Cheers to the downfall of Mayweather![/color]” and waited for him to [b]*clink*[/b] his glass with her’s before she chugged down the alcoholic poison. 

[color=662d91]“To the downfall of Mayweather.”[/color] He joined her. But added in his mind: [color=662d91][i]And to the fall of the dreamcatcher.[/i][/color] Lucas hoisted the glass and [b]*clinked*[/b] with her. After which he downed the glass completely. He stared at the glass for a moment. Rather unsure where to begin. His face went from playfully teasing to bothered. As he kept remembering Eliana that very morning. Especially the dream that felt very disturbing. [color=662d91]“I’m afraid someone managed to get me insane before you.”[/color] He smirked a little, trying to lighten himself up ever so slightly. But the memory felt like it demanded another shot. So he walked around her and poured himself another. Gulping it down immediately. As if drowning his emotions would help a little.

Placing her glass down, she grabbed the bottle and took a quick swig before offering it to him. As she gave him the bottle, he gave her his glass. If there was one thing Gia could notice when it came to Lucas, it was when he needed a drink, he needed a [b]damn[/b] drink. Keeping her own thoughts on the matter to herself, knowing very well he was talking about Ellie, she softly said, “[color=b53389]A confrontation gone wrong?[/color]” She knew Eliana went rushing to Milo’s aid. If it wasn’t for Gianna, the hero would have been off somewhere else in her solitude bliss, not knowing her [i]dear[/i] friend was getting his occasional treatment from his tormentor. Why did Psyche do that? Well, there were some things even Lucas did not know. 

It all came crashing down on him now. It was all too much to pretend as if it was nothing. Twice she dropped him. He felt humiliated. If he could he would have thrown the damn glass against the wall. But it was Gia’s glass, and even when he wanted nothing but to destroy something, he kept that urge contained for now. [color=662d91]“I hate her!”[/color] he yelled out loud. It was actually the first time he admitted it. [color=662d91]“God I hate that bitch so much! I never even thought I could hate one person [b]this[/b] much!”[/color] He went from calm to mad in a second. He pushed off the table, starting to walk around in Gia’s room. [color=662d91]“I mean, twice now! Twice she dropped me! I want my revenge. Actually I got it.”[/color] He opened his phone, opened the gallery of pictures he made of Elie’s room and threw the thing to his friend. Gently, so she could easily catch it. [color=662d91]“Me and Keats did that. Hell, I did something worse! But why can’t I stop feeling all this… Aaaaarghhh!”[/color] In pure frustration he slammed on the door. Not too hard, so there was nothing damaged but still, it was loud. He wanted to scream even more. But he gathered himself and turned around. [color=662d91]“I need your help. I want to break her.”[/color] His voice was suddenly far too cold and far too serious.

As he went about his rage, Gia intriguingly observed him, catching the phone when it was tossed at her. His work was impressive and so was his anger. Her gaze looked through the pictures of all the rooms that he and his buddy left their mark in. Her eyebrows perked when he said his last line, with venom that every villain should have. Placing his phone down, she stood up straight and let her eyes capture his attention once more. This happened right after he turned around from slamming his fists on the door. 

Tilting her head, she smirked, "[color=b53389]Well that's good. I want to break her too.[/color]" She let out a light giggle. Perhaps, Lucas was ready to know a little bit of Vince's unfinished work. 

Gia did very little without her own, special reasons. Her dress was specially chosen. The shot glasses standing there had their meaning. Even her meeting him here had a special reason. So when she let out a giggle, he knew that she had a plan already. She knew something. Well, she always knew something. Lucas wasn’t stupid. But he did often accept the fact that she always knew more than he would. [color=662d91]“What are you planning?”[/color] He asked, curious. As he walked back to her desk, taking his phone. But remaining next to her. He calmed down a bit, now that he knew that Gia had a plan.

“[color=b53389]Before I let you in on my ever changing plan… you must know a thing or two first...[/color]” After she said that, Gia sauntered away from him and went to her closet which had wooden floor, unlike her carpet bedroom. Pushing all the clothes aside she went inside and stomped hard on a plank with her heel causing it to move up a smudge, “[color=b53389]Don’t you just love these dorms?[/color]” She took the next moment to remove the plank and pull out a black leather binder that looked like it had slight fire damage. Now sitting on the floor of her closet, she opened it and flipped through notes between her and Vincent. Stumbling on one page, with a picture of a bohemian [url=http://i.imgur.com/HtMBbK4.jpg]blonde woman[/url] on it, she carefully took it out. Immediately afterwards, the constantly plotting villainess put the binder back underground, picked herself up, and made her way back to her puppy. Handing him the picture of the strange woman she knew he wouldn't know anything about until he was given a name, she asked, “[color=b53389]How much do you know about Ellie?[/color]”

He looked quite intense at the picture. As he answered: [color=662d91]“Last name is Lovelace. Daughter of some teacher around here. Dream powers. Some strange illusion powers too.”[/color] suddenly he realized the dream-like vision he had. In which he met the Darkstar. He looked up at Gia. Should she know? She seemed far too busy for that though. He would have to tell her later. Clearly she had other plans in place and whatever she had planned took precedence now. [color=662d91]“Or she has some animal summoning powers? I don’t know, she got a massive spider on me. I don’t know more. Oh and she’s a massive ‘heroic’ bitch that will get wrecked the second she actually becomes a hero.”[/color] The pure disdain in his voice was very clear. He fully expected her coming to save everyone she could. Making her predictable. She'd run into a trap within a year of graduating. [color=662d91]“So who’s this?”[/color] he asked, holding up the picture.

Her soft yet undeniably intrigued stare watched him as he listed the things he came to conclude about his dear enemy. “[color=b53389]She’s no hero. You just attacked one of the few people she cares about.[/color]” That sentence alone subtly hinted that she knew about the incident and that she knew Milo was subjected to his bullying, “[color=b53389]I know for one, Ellie has no control over animals. Even if she did, her alone time would be ruined.[/color]" Pushing her hair over her shoulders briefly, Gia cooed on, “[color=b53389]She’s walked these grounds since she was fifteen. The campus, I mean. I’ve seen enough of her to have an idea of what she can do.[/color]” Bringing her attention to the photo, she shrugged, “[color=b53389]Plus, let’s be honest. I’m a noisy bitch. I like to know things.[/color]”

When he asked her about the woman in the picture, she looked up at the ceiling light wondering if Vince would be okay with her bringing Lucas in on their plan. Deciding to take a chance, Gia’s tone went low and solemn, which wasn’t something people often heard from her, “[color=b53389]The Oracle. Female version of Hannibal Lecter. Sent to a mental institute prison two years ago.[/color]” She paused to let that settle in. The alias of this woman should be known in the Greater New York area since this was her home and she was quite the craze in media. 

“[color=b53389]Eliana may be a first year, but thanks to my mentor, her mother, I’ve known her far longer than she’s ever cared to know me. I don’t remember how long it's been since I've overheard Mrs. Lovelace talking to her husband about ‘keeping it under wraps’ and paying someone whatever sum of money to make sure information about their daughter wouldn’t… leak out, but..[/color]” Taking the picture from him, she stared into the eyes of the Oracle and continued, “[color=b53389]Rich people have their ways. That being said, they can’t keep an eye on everyone.[/color]"

Laying the picture down on her desk, she walked in front of Lucas and revealed the relation between the Oracle and Ellie to him, “[color=b53389]Lyla Darling use to go to Ellie’s grade school. It’s kinda sad really. That a murderer fears the girl that made her the way she is today.[/color]”

The name Oracle was far too familiar to Lucas. His mom kept talking about her, even his dad graced her with the occasional comment at the dinner table. New York was in a pretty big upheaval about the whole thing and many heroes vowed to find the person who could commit such horrible deeds. He didn’t remember who captured the girl though. When all was done and over, there were some holes in the story. He never knew she went to a mental prison.

When Gia told her little story about her eavesdropping, he couldn’t help but look a little confused. What could possibly be the link between a cold-blooded serial killing cannibal and a rich girl? Until she said that Eliana and her went to the same grade school. Wide eyed, he looked at Gia, visibly shocked. [color=662d91]“A-Are you kidding me now!? I-Is Eliana connected to.. that!?”[/color] he said in near disbelief. [color=662d91]“Oracle.. Fears the person who made her like that… What did Eliana do?”[/color] He asked, rather confused. He never heard that a mind controller still in her grade school managed to destroy a person’s psyche that hard.

“[color=b53389]She was frigtened. Ellie has no idea...[/color]" Running her hand through her hair, Gia decided to take a seat on her bed. There was so much information and never enough time. “[color=b53389]You'd think the people that were in her direct attack would have been the ones driven mad but accidents happen and she hurt the person that was going to save her. Her power clashing with Lyla's power... it's the one reason that makes sense. Someone who can see the future suddenly gets washed over by a montage of nightmares?[/color]" Taking a moment to pat her bed, she gestured for her puppy to take a seat - this was definitely a lot of information to take in. “[color=b53389]I wouldn't have looked into Lovelace's relations with the Oracle, if it weren't for Vince. It was actually meeting her that made things more real. He had this crazy ambition I could never understand and was able to read in between the lines far better than anyone else I knew. That's what made me fall in love with him.[/color]" Gia's voice trailed off as she remembered when her and Vince snuck into the prison to question the murderer. Absentmindely, she quoted something the Oracle had said to her, “[color=b53389]I fear the Terror of the Night, who sees more than she should, yet has no idea of what she could... Curse her for she is the plague. She comes and she goes, leaving behind a piece of her shattered soul to those that she never had the chance to know.[/color]" 

Pausing, she gathered herself and came back to reality, "“[color=b53389]That was only the beginning, Lucas. There's a reason why Mrs. Lovelace is extremely hard on her. There's a reason why Ellie doesn't try get close to people. Sure, she has no idea that her powers can drive someone insane but she knows if she lets her emotions get the best of her...[/color]" Her words stopped and Gia went completely silent. The room grew ominous when this information came to surface.

Not finishing her sentence, she let a sudden thought exit her lips, “[color=b53389]I didn't know the key to start a war but now I do and that is [i]you[/i].[/color]" It too took Gia some time to digest all this information. 

Lucas was a very attentive listener. He kept his mouth shut and tried his best to understand everything. When she patted her bed for him to sit next to her, he first grabbed the two glasses and the bottle, filled the glasses, handed one to Gianna and drained it empty in one gulp. He tried to swallow all the info together with the Bacardi. A small smile appeared on Lucas when she talked about the late Vince. She didn’t talk much about him. He could only guess how much the memories must still hurt. His certainly did. Vince was, in the eyes of Lucas, a good person. A strong person. Lucas would have followed the man to the ends of the world if he had asked him to. The information felt far heavier than anything he could have expected. The biblical-like quoting from the deranged woman made it all just worse. Pieces began to fall in order. Eliana’s strange, somewhat detached behavior. Lying to herself as she said that she pitied him. Her emotionless exterior.

When Gia said that somehow he was the key, he fell back onto the puffy bed. Exhaling quite hard. It remained quiet for a moment, as he tried to understand the full extent of everything Gianna just said. [color=662d91]“This… Terror of the Night. That’s Eliana losing control, isn’t it? That’s her going absolutely crazy. You want to direct that at Mayweather?”[/color] he asked. As he suddenly jumped up from the bed, he remembered something so vitally important that he couldn't believe he nearly forgot about it. He put his glass and bottle on Gia’s desk again, and began rummaging through his own backpack, while keeping his back toward Gia. [color=662d91]“You said that I’m the key. That’s because she reacts to me, right? I'm one of the few she reacts to.”[/color] he slowly pulled the diary. Just now realizing how important it was. It actually made him shiver. What secrets did it contain? Would it tell about that fateful day? [color=662d91]“I think I have something…”[/color] He turned around, holding the diary out so Gia could take it. [color=662d91]“Remember when I said I did something worse? It’s the worst possible thing now.”[/color]

Holding her hand up, refusing the offering of the diary, Gia ordered, “[color=b53389]Keep it. I want to see what you can think of, now that you have a piece of her heart.[/color]" Her gaze trailed down to the journal, which for most women was a sacred book filled with secrets, “[color=b53389]I don't just want to use her, Lucas. I [i]want[/i] her. She's a far better villain than a hero, yet she has so many people that tell her otherwise. Do you really think she cares about being everyone's savoir?[/color]" Her question didn't require an answer, but if he wanted to, he could. “[color=b53389]If we made her one of us, how do you think Samantha would react? Or any hero for that matter? It kinda shows that our little school system isn't perfect, you know?[/color]" 

Standing up, finally feeling the world move from all the alcohol she drank, Cupid's Psyche smiled, “[color=b53389]I don't want to share everything with you... not yet. That's far too much information for one night.[/color]" Bringing her hands to his shoulders, she made sure he was clearly looking at her, “[color=b53389]You are my righthand man. It's time for you to test... here.[/color]" She brought one of her hands up and gently touched his forehead with her pointer finger, “[color=b53389]You're a lot smarter than people take you for. Don't give Ellie a reason to forget you.[/color]"

Turning Eliana. Now that was a thought Lucas wouldn’t have summoned on his own. It would make Mother Hurricane go mental. Maybe even literally!? Mayweather would feel the blow. It would be the ultimate strike Delphina could deliver. The daughter of an upfront teacher becoming a villain. Besides, even her powers would be a welcome addition to Delphina. Lucas could only mentally agree that she probably didn’t want to defend everyone. Not now that he heard that apparently going after Milo was just one of the ways to get to her. He wasn’t stupid. He knew what Gia said about the guy. He put the diary back in his backpack. His mind kept racing. Trying to find a way to turn oblivious Elliana into a villain.

Lucas smiled as she touched his forehead. [color=662d91]“Thanks. That means a lot to me. It really does. And she won’t. Believe me. Give me a few weeks, and I’ll be constantly on her mind.”[/color] Making sure Gianna was standing steady, he picked up his backpack and threw it over his shoulder. He then walked next to her and put his hand on her hip. Holding her up, he knew they both were feeling the effects of the three shots in this instant. [color=662d91]“Now. I think there is a certain party where we aren’t welcomed. How about we go teach those Mayweather pricks how Delphina parties?”[/color] he said, with his very teasing grin.
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By now Lucas and Gia had made their way to the Third Floor of Old East and almost near immediately were stopped by the Dewey Brothers. Nearly everyone knew the Delphina Queen's face.

"Woah, woah, woah. Gia, you know out of everyone you are especially [i]not[/i] welcomed." Lou said, trying to make sure his tone didn't sting. He didn't want to set off Psyche or her pup, Twilight. Sure, they had a decent chance on taking these well known villains down but it truly wasn't worth the effort. 

"Yeah, sorry. It sucks the party is majorly exclusive, but you know how things go." Scratching his head, Jay looked up at his brother and then brought his attention toward Lucas, keeping an eye on that one. The smarter one of the Dewey brothers did not trust the Queen's dog one bit, but then again, they were kind of being the hounds for their own queen too - huh.

“[color=b53389]Boys, boys, boys. If you believe the party should be opened to more people, why are you doing this? Oh, wait, let me guess. You both have a thing for Sam.[/color] An obvious blush went over Chaos Theory's face, proving her assumptions, while Lou stared glaringly at the bronze skinned woman.

"Who told you that?" He barked. 

Putting her hands up as if she were surrendering, she smiled, “[color=b53389]I'm not trying to cause trouble but you two should know that word flies around campus pretty fast. Isn't that right, Lucas?[/color]"

[color=662d91]“Even I know it guys.”[/color] He snickered, making it appear even more as if everyone already knew. While in fact, it was entirely new information. But he was used to Gia knowing things he didn’t, and he just rolled with it. Having no idea she had made a bluff. But now he dared to take it one step further: [color=662d91]“But guys, if you win a person’s heart. This really isn’t the way to do it.”[/color] Lucas had, in fact, no idea if it was the way or not.

Nodding her head to Lucas' addition to her words, she continued to persuade them, “[color=b53389]She'll go up there and have fun with some other guy, while you two... watch the door.[/color]" The brothers looked at each other, both having seen Will and knowing well enough that there was a thing going on between their Sam and a hero they didn't necessarily like.

"But this makes Sam happy. She said it herself." Jay muttered, almost defeatingly. 

Lucas, feeling a little more bold, gave a quick reply. [color=662d91]"You know who's making her really happy? The guy she's going to the party with."[/color] He tried to hide his smirk. Though there was a really faint trace of it, in the corner of his lip.

Smiling in agreement, she stared at Lou, who seemed to be contemplating the situation. If they convinced him, Jay would follow suit, “[color=b53389]Coming from personal experiences, I like the attention guys give me when they're interested. The harder they fight for me, the more likely I will respect them. I may be Sam's 'opposite', I guess, but she's still a woman and women love to feel loved.[/color]" The taller Dewey glanced down at his younger brother and they both stepped to the side to discuss what they should do. They sure as hell didn't want to stand in the hallway all night while Will grinded on Sam, or whatever he planned to do with her. It was time for them to be major cockblocks. It was in their duty to protect Sam's heart and they would die before they allowed some unworthy hero like Will to have his way with her. 

The Dewey Brothers had totally forgotten about the villains as they turned around and went to the door telling Danny they were hungry and would be back in five. That was a complete lie but it was enough for the aspiring journalist to let them both through, too busy reading an article on his phone to care. If he wasn't deeply invested in reading a story, he probably would have made one of them stay, but Lucas and Gia caught him at a good time. Looking up at her pup, she grinned, “[color=b53389]Two down. One to go.[/color]"

As if right on cue her phone beeped to signal that one of her Little Birdies had turned off the surveillance cameras for 25 seconds. 

He returned Gia's grin, then followed up with: [color=662d91]"Give me a few seconds and we're in."[/color] With a quick wink he began his work. Danny was near, and Lucas was ready. He let the golden energy of the Solar force envelop his fist, and launched the projectile square at Danny's gut. The sudden, unexpected force made him buckle over. Buying Lucas a vital few seconds to bridge the distance. When Danny looked up to see what was happening he was hit square in the jaw by Lucas' unpowered fist. The guy dropped down, unconscious, while Lucas waved with his fist. [color=662d91]"God [b]damn it![/b] That hurts."[/color] After opening and closing his fist a few times, the pain ebbed away. [color=662d91]"Okay but this guy gotta vanish. A lot of heroes will find it odd at the very least when they see one of their bouncers unconscious."[/color]

“[color=b53389]10 seconds left. Janitor's closet. Now.[/color]" Gia's orbs gestured to the right of her.

Lucas did as he was told, dragging the guy as quickly as possible. Still, the unconscious body was far heavier than he thought. He reached the closet, rather unsure if he was intime. With no time to stop and ponder, he just dumped the guy in there. [color=662d91]"Sweet dreams"[/color] he whispered to the closed door, with a wicked grin. [color=662d91]"Okay, let's go."[/color] He then told Gia.

By the roof door, there was a brick to hold it open. Opening the door, Gia pushed the brick against it (of course, with some struggle), “[color=b53389]Now that's better. An open door policy. Just how I like it![/color]" When Lucas walked to her side, she grabbed his arm. They were ready. [/indent]