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Black Fall, Act One: Peace, Perfect Peace
[ IC | OOC | Character Deposit ]
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Saturday, December 4th, 2015. 12: 31 PM
Winter has come. Black Fall was coated in a white, sparkly, blanket of snow. It was well shoveled, it was kept off the streets of the city. The sidewalks, aside from some stuck pieces, were all clear and perfectly walk able. However, no one could escape the chilly winter winds. However, at the moment, there were small flurries of snow dropping, with signs that it's only going to pick up. It's morning time here in the city, daylight savings means the night comes quicker. It's recommended that everyone puts on a scarf or a jacket. However, this particular night was the night a special event was supposed to take place. The annual Black Fall Christmas fair. Hosted in Arcadia Heights, holiday festives, vendor stands, boats, and much more will be placed in Arcadia Heights for a night of fun and joy.
It starts later.
Deborah Lillian Javuant.
"Breaking news, at Winchester Peak..." The Tv displayed a young brunette News Reporter. She stood in front of what appeared to be Winchester Peak - The Gold Reserve, a large monument of concrete, built like a fortress, anyone who lived in Black Fall should know what this place. "... NEST Operatives have confronted and apprehended the notorious bank robber known as Frost Beast." As she spoke, footage (Angled from the side) of of NEST officers, dressed in black armor (Padded, with helmets with visors), and wielding assault rifles similar in appearance to scoped HK 16 Rifles - but any savvy gun user will notice that they were custom made. These officers stood side by side in the street, and quickly aimed their rifles. The angle changed to behind them, and showed the raw footage of their target: The Frost Beast. He stood unnaturally tall and his power had mutated him to the point where he looked more like an iceberg than a man. Icy-blue skin, a spire out of his back which looked like a mountain, hunched over, and wore tattered clothes. The man ran towards NEST officers before him, creating a mace out of his hand. At this point however, the agents had opened fire, not with bullets, but with a hail of darts. A hail of darts hit every critical area - it was quickly suggested these darts were taser darts, but anyone who lived in Black Fall would note that they were firing a combination of taser, and power suppressant, darts. He wrapped his arms around his face, but his skin began turning normal. The mace dropped off his hand, and the Agents pushed in. Pumping him full of more and more darts, until he fell face forward onto the concrete of the street.
They all rushed in, holding power suppressant cuffs, and they placed them on Frost Beast's wrist. The footage stopped there, and went back to the reporter, with the van (Which was reinforced to the point where it looked like a tank) in the foreground. "Erik Wall, also known as Frost Beast, was known for attacking banks all over the East Coast. NEST has been tracking him for weeks now, until they cornered him here in Black Fall. It is just another stunning victory in the name of NEST." By the time she was finished speaking, Frost Beast was rolled into the distance, with the rest of the agents packing up and leaving. The report looked behind her, and turned back to the camera man. "I am Molly Schuler, and now to sports...."
As the news played on TV, Deborah Javuant was simply enjoying home alone. Ahhhh... With her annoying little siblings out of the house (Doing what was the question) for a little while, Deborah was free to be the little bird she was meant to be. Wearing nothing but a blue and white flannel shirt and some red underwear - well, she is alone, after all - she flopped onto her bed, back first, with a container of Ben and Jerry's (Red Velvet cake flavored!). On impact did a slight bounce, and rolled from her back all the way to her stomach. She was facing the Tv, and watched the news report just as it started. Her hand clenched onto the top of the ice cream, and it was yanked off a second later. She rested it on the bed next to her, as she grabbed the spoon, dug it in, and scooped out a spoonful of ice cream. With a gentle hand, it was maneuvered over to her lips, slid through them, and her tongue wrestled the ice cream from the spoon. "Yum." Deborah said to herself with a smile as she savored the flavor (That rhymes!). What caused her to smile again was what was on the news. Ooooh, another victory for the NEST. While some of their agents were... overzealous, the organization as a whole was necessary. Just like everything was, each in their own little ways. It would be absolute anarchy if they weren't around - gangs would be running amok, monsters would be eating babies! Okay, okay, she knew that sounded a little over dramatic, but there was a point behind the organization. Things could be worse. They could be hunting down Metas.
Regardless of her sentiments on the NEST organization, Deborah kept watching, until it was over - once it did, she had to admittedly say that she lost interest in the news. Well, sports, like soccer, were fun, but she didn't want to hear about a bunch of sweaty primadonnas and their stupid little problems. Deborah smirked again as she looked out the window - another beautiful of white snow fell to coat the layer that had melted the day before. The snow brought out a feeling of bliss like no other within Deborah. She just had to share it. Her keen eyes scanned the room again, until they eyed what she was she's looking for, her cellphone, on the nightstand next to her bed. Deborah's body rolled over again, and once she was on her stomach again, she reached over for her phone (An older model of the iPhone). Deborah reached out with both hands, and pulled the charging cord out. She reoriented herself so that she was on her back, her eyes were glued to her screen. She figured that it was appropriate to send a text message to her one and only, Shannon Balore. Her thumbs moved like a blur, spelling out the message:
Heeeeey, Silkworm, been thinkin' about you. Hope you doing good because I'm going to show you a good time at the fair later, ya' dig? We'll meet up there.
Feeling a little naughty, she got off the bed, and stood straight up. She angled the phone downwards at just the angle that it would give any cameras a full view of her body. But with her other hand, she pressed it against her stomach, on top of her shirt, and slid her shirt upwards. Exposing her chiseled abs for the camera! She pressed the camera button, and a bright flash indicated that the picture was taken. She quickly pressed the button, and viewed. And hot damn she looked good - her muscular figure was on full display in this picture. A little slutty, but this was for Shannon's eyes only. With a naughty smirk, she sent the text message and the selfie. Deborah pressed the button in the corner and the screen locked. She felt like she was forgetting something... Oh, yeah, the fair! She needed to get ready... and find her two troublesome little siblings and kick their little asses if they did anything stupid. She looked down briefly. Cannot go to the fair looking like this, can she? While she looked good in the naughty pictures, she had to get dressed up. Well, she didn't have to worry too much about taking off clothes, more of putting on new ones. Her hands grabbed the cold metal buttons on the bottom of the flannel shirt and unbuttoned it, quickly working her way up to the top until her top was off. Revealing her bra that matched her underwear to... no one, really (Unless she wants to take another picture). She let her top drop onto the floor, she'll get that later. Deborah walked over to her dresser and picked out a nice outfit for herself.
It might seem silly, but Deborah had picked out another flannel shirt - this one was red with a black square pattern. Before she even considered putting that on, she grabbed a plain V-neck black T-shirt with a strong grip and put it on, one arm at a time. She then grabbed the flannel shirt and stuck one arm into one hole, and another in the other. She didn't button it up, instead she left it open and hanging, showing her under-shirt to the world. Next up were some light-blue jeans that had some tear around the knees, she grabbed them by the side, stuck her feet into the legs, and pulled them up her long legs up to her waist. Deborah buttoned it up, and slid her belt on. Last up was her boots, a pair of black combat boots that have the wear and tear that boots that get used a lot would. One foot at a top, she slid her feet into these boots, before she bent over, her field of vision was consumed by these boots. She grabbed onto them, and tied them together quite tightly.
Now, wasn't she good looking? Deborah took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. She smiled. Now, time to find Jago and Newt...
They were probably in that dingy-behind roller rink. Deborah rolled her eyes. If the two of them weren't superhuman, she'd be worried about that place crashing down on them. But, she's more concerned about some crackheads rolling up in there or the police grabbing them for trespassing. She sighed quietly. Time to go. Her entire body turned out the door, and she began walking through the hallways of her house. She made it to the stairs, and her eyes wandered towards the coat rack. It was probably for the best that she put on a jacket or something too. Good news is that she has a black padded winter jacket. She grabbed it, and put it on. She grabbed her purse and she opened the door and was assaulted by the winter breeze. Light snow fall filled her vision, and she looked around. She lived in the suburbs, pressed between one house and another. She had the pleasure of living in a single house, with a moderately sized yard. Her house was fenced off, and Deborah merely pushed the gate open with her body lower body, put her hand on the gate and gently closed it. Deborah's car was present. A white Mazda 3. Presented right before her. Usually there'd be a Grand Caravan but that was used by her parents. Deborah walked to the car door - as she proceeded, she pulled out the keys to her car and pressed the unlock button on the remote and the doors snapped unlocked - and opened the door, sliding her way inside. With one movement she placed her keys in the ignition and the engine revved on. She grabbed onto the gear shift, and pulled it up until it was on drive. She pressed onto the gas pedal and pulled out of the parking space.
Maybe she'll stop by the Mean Bean Machine and get some coffee...
Jago, & Aisha "Newt" Javuant.
"Yo', you ready?" Jago asked.
"You betcha!"
"Good, let's kick these assholes to the curb."
Both Newt and Jago were crawling on the roof of their hangout, the Nine Fountains Skating Rink. An abandoned spot that the twins have called their hangout. It wasn't in too awful of a shape. A large building with a curved round roof, with a brink foundation. It was surrounded by vegetation that was growing into the boarded up windows of the building. Everything within sight of the building was covered in snow, that's mostly because there's no one to shovel it all up. The twins continued crawling on their stomachs to the edge of the building. Where they looked down at the people - oh, no, their targets - in the vast, but abandoned, parking lot. See, Jago and Newt claimed this place as theirs ages ago. But, no. Kids just had to keep coming around here - their part! - for no reason other than to make themselves look cool. Pttf. They got a million other places to do that. Like in their parent's basement snorting glue. Even as the twins looked down on them, they had no idea how wrong they are. After getting a good look at 'em - five of them, various heights and weights, all white - Jago realized that these were the same kids they chased away last week. Man, when will kids learn?
That's why God made the Javuant twins. To teach these losers who's the boss. Jago raised both his hands and they took a dark-purple glow - like an aura. Chunks of snow lifted up from the roof - boy! Wasn't there a lot of snow up here? It was until almost every drop of snow around him was floated. He snapped both his fingers and they were all shaped into snow balls. And these weren't the normal snowballs made by hand. These were perfectly shaped orbs. At least a few dozen. And that's all Jago needed. He moved his glowing hand downwards towards Newt and a few orbs of snow landed near her in a perfect of five. That's all she needed actually. The twin's eyes met as Jago smirked. He raised his hands higher up into the air as he got up to his feet, and the orbs of snow he had created did the same. He pulled his hands back far as his arms would allow and - well, let's just say this where the fun began! Jago has been reading up on his history lately, and came up with a neat new strategy based off what those archers do. They fill the goddamn sky with arrows. While the days of swinging axes and swords are over, the days of magic powers have just begun baby! Jago filled the sky - not with arrows, but with goddamn snowballs. To say the least, the results were impressive.
"Stay the hell off our shit!" Jago shouted as they realized what they were dealing with. Each of them turned around and looked up - only to realize it was way too late. The snowball storm had just begun. They were absolutely bombarded with snowballs. The first kid was hit square in the face in fact! They covered themselves, they ran, they cowered. All while Jago was laughing like a madman on the roof with his hands on his sides. He even threw his head back, letting those dreadlocks hang.
While Jago was the archer who filled the sky, Newt was the precise sniper that delivered the killing blow. These kids were running, and she had to hammer in the message! She bent over and snatched a snowball. With precision, she threw the snowball with just enough speed and force to cause it to flatten on impact with one of the kid's (who was dumb enough to look back) faces. Using her speed she quickly grabbed another snowball and threw it at the other brat. It nailed him right in his back at high speeds. For a moment, Newt thought about putting a rock in the next. But that wouldn't be right now would it? She bent over again and grabbed two snowballs and by the time she was back to her upright position, she had already tossed the snow balls at the other two kids. Her aiming was simply so precise that she was able to hit them both at. Unfortunately, she reached for the last snowball and saw that the last kid had fled out of sight. Newt merely grinned as she dropped the last snowball.
"And stay the fuck out!" Newt loudly shouted, her voice echoed through the surrounding area. These fuckers better get the message. Or else the Javuants will start getting violent. Probably will start throwing rocks instead of snow balls next time. Well, it says the least that they were fiercely defensive of what's theirs. Because once summer hits, teenagers are going to inhabit this place like fucking cockroaches. So they better have fun while it lasted... speaking of fun. They better use this place. And Newt had the perfect idea. "Yo," Newt started, "Wanna play pokemon?" She asked.
"Hehehehe... With those motherfuckers gone, why not?" Jago grinned as he crossed his arms. But the thought dawned on him... he took step a step towards the edge of the roof and looked down. Phew... that's one hell of a drop. Not something that they can't take! They're fucking superhuman. He turned his head back towards Newt, and asked, "Want me to get us down?"
Idly shrugging, Newt answered, "Nah, I'll climb this time." She didn't say a single thing to Jago as she ran over to the other side of the roof - the one that wasn't visible from the street. She squatted down, and turned around, using what grip she had to clench the edge of the building. She lowered everything below her waist down, and slapped her hands against the wall. She slowly began climbing down, her hangs were clinging to the wall with her power. Because she was wearing these boots, she couldn't make her feet cling to the wall either. Newt sighed as she wrestled her legs, she put her boot on top of the opposite one, and pushed it off one boot, and doing the same to her other foot using her now liberated foot. Both of the boots fell down through the sand. The girl smiled as the boots landed in the snow - eh, nothing bad would happen to them, she would just pick them up and put them back on. But now her feet were free too. Newt pressed them against the wall and they clung. She climbed down by taking her hands and feet off the wall, and pressing them right back. She repeated this process until she was down on the ground. She quickly grabbed her boots, put them back on as she saw Jago's shadow descend right next to her.
Jago on the other hand simply jumped off the building. A dark-purple aura surrounded himself as he lowered himself down the classy way. No climbing or falling for him. Nope, he'll just fly down. These other scrubs can struggle all they want with falling three stories. He walked next to his sister with heavy steps. Jago looked around the rink... looking for that certain entrance. Ah, there it is, there it is, there it is... a boarded up window from one look. With a thought, it was surrounded in a dark-purple glow and pulled aside. And now it's the entrance into the twin's evil lair. Newt was the first to step inside, pulled the wooden boards aside, followed by Jago who put the wood back.
Inside the roller rink... it was dark, desolate, dirty. Probably what happens when you leave a place alone for a few weeks. No power meant no lights. Fortunately the twins have a way around that, with Newt having night vision, and Jago having a light bringing ability. Jago pointed his hand forward and a dark-purple light shined brightly ahead of himself, giving him enough light to see with. The roller rink was a big building. It had to be made specifically to hold a lot of people at a time. A large square room, with a wooden floor, which would be polished for roller skating - off to side was the entrance and a few seats and tables. There was a shelf where all the roller skates were held in front of a counter. There are a few rooms in the back, like a kitchen, and a bathroom. Man, back in the day, this place was great! Newt and Jago loved it. But then they just closed their doors. Thankfully, it's getting the activity it deserves!
Newt and Jago quickly ran to the center of the roller rink and pulled out their 3DSs (Jago's being black, and Newt's being blue). They booted up Pokemon, they had different versions of the game. Omega Ruby for Jago. Alpha Sapphire for Newt. They played a match. That was the most intense match ever. Which will not be described since Mr Allen J knows jack shit about Pokemon. Deal with it, scrubs.
"I win!" Newt jumped up to her feet and clenched her fists in the air like a triumphant pose. She even bared a toothy grin. Because beating Jago's ass at anything - even the small and stupid shit! - was just glorious. Her eyes went towards him - and yeah, he was pretty salty about the loss.
Just another day in the city of Greed and Godhood... Circling two of it's many demihumans.
Carmen "Lily" Santo.
So this is Black Fall, huh? Lily kinda imagined it being a little smaller.
Even from this perspective, this far away, the place was huge. A car whirled by her fast, followed by another. Lily brushed a strand of hair out of her way as her eyes wandered to the right, the busy highway towards the city. Between her and the street was the guardrail, and many cars were driving by. The snow was crushed underneath her boots as she walked on the grass, dragging a red wheeled luggage bag behind her. She left a conspicuous trail behind her, a line and boot prints. Lily's feet were sore, but she still had a long way to go before... well, she didn't know honestly. Black Fall was the last place she was trying to go, being the city of freaks after all, but she went from place to place like a lonely soul. After awhile, every city was the same to her. Just another location with a name. That's all. Hopefully she'll find herself a place to sleep, somewhere that isn't an alleyway or under a bridge. A bed, a warm shower, and a meal. Lily smiled briefly, before her face turned back into a scowl. Yeah, it was for the best that she didn't fill her head with optimism. Best case scenario, she'd stay in an abandoned building until the cops tossed her out. Back on subject, Lily was walking alongside this road towards... Westgate? She believed. Lily dug into the pocket of her black hoodie, with a skull symbol on the back, and pulled out a map of Black Fall, one that she got out of a rest stop.
As she stepped, she unfolded it and gave it a good look. "Welcome to the city of Joy!" was written on the top of the map. She rolled her eyes... Westgate, yeah, where most of the roads in and out of the city were. Going off perspective, she was heading right towards it. She didn't know this city that well, so she was going to head straight there - maybe if they're not a bunch of racist putas they wouldn't immediately throw her out. Well, she wasn't exactly dressed to impress, she had to note. Other than the hoodie, she was wearing dirty, ripped, jeans, and black combat boots. Topped off by her gloves, she will never take these off. They were important. Lily let out a gentle sigh as she continued forward.
Her journey into Black Fall was complete, after a lot of walking. The new city environment was a change of pace from the highway roads and woods she had become accustomed to the last few days. This city was not so different from other cities, really. It had neighborhoods, people, roads, stores... and people. People living their lives as if they weren't a curse. Lily once again sighed and pressed on. She appeared to be in a heavily residential area. There were row houses, twin houses, and just houses as far as the eye can see.... and no where she could even think of staying. Just keep looking, Lily, somewhere will pop up eventually... That's what she keeps telling herself. The more she walked, the lonelier the whole road became.
But an intersection caught Lily's eye... She sensed a Meta-human nearby. She walked over to the street, and right down the street she saw a large black truck, a jet-black Humvee with NEST written on the sides in white. Extremely armored, it looked like one of hell of a bruiser. Behind it was what appeared to be a SWAT truck, the same color as the Humvee, jet-black, and had NEST written on the side... Both of which were parked next to the sidewalk. An interesting scene caught Lily's eye. Two armored men, definitely NEST Agents, standing side-by-side with their vehicles behind them, rifles in hand. An intimidating presence, instead. But there were more. There were two men, not wearing NEST armor, but instead black leather coats. Going for that real detective feel, she thought. Well, NEST does employ detectives. One man was tall, had to be in his mid-twenties, Caucasian, had black hair and a stubble, his facial expressions gave Lily the impression that he was bored, apathetic... she was surprised to see a lit cigarette hanging between his lips. The other man was a shorter African-American fellow with a bald head, a more stern and nonsense demeanor, and a cigarette.
The men weren't what was interesting to her, but what they were doing. They were talking to an older Hispanic woman (Almost old as my grandma), wearing nothing but a modest green nightgown, and round glasses. And a small boy, had to thirteen or fourteen, definitely her grandchild. Lily just saw the resemblance... and the fact that the woman was screaming about how the child was her grandchild. Lily was interested, but she didn't want to get too close. There was a small crowd amassed, so she merely weaseled her way through the crowd until she was front and center. Her eyes perked up once another Meta-human entered her range, and she could sense them. She took a step back and looked for them... but couldn't see them in the crowd. Didn't matter, she knew exactly where they were. Though, she sunk back into the crowd enough that she'd standout less - but she could hear it just fine.
"Please don't take my grandson! He didn't do anything wrong!" The woman shouted, her Spanish accent was very thick.
"Ma'am, calm down" The African-American Agent said, putting his hands out as a gesture to calm down. "We have video evidence of him assaulting several NEST Agents."
"But he was with me the whole time! He didn't attack anyone! You made a mistake!" The woman pulled the child closer to herself. Lily kept watching intently, feeling a twinge of sympathy for the woman and child. Having such a power at a age must have been hard... and Lily knows it.
"Sorry, Ma'am, I really wish it was different, but I have orders." This was the moment of truth, Lily noted, since the African-American Man walked in and grabbed the boy by his arms - while his silent partner came up from behind and bear-hugged the woman, keeping her still as she loudly shouted and thrashed around, trying to get free. Her grandson was quiet, dead-eyed, but Lily could tell that he didn't like the position he was in. He just knows to hold it in (That means this isn't the first time...). The Agent pulled out an object, right out of his coat, Lily was familiar with it. It was a metal collar - a power suppressant - and it was shortly placed around the boy's neck. The boy was then carted into the back of the .
Fucking NEST bastards. They call themselves protecting the people?! Bullshit. Lily balled her fists, and was just about ready to say something - because, oh boy, she didn't stand by for injustice like this. It might have been her general hatred of the NEST organization in general, mostly because she knew they were a bunch of corrupt motherfuckers. They screwed over her friends before in the past, and damn, they're doing it to everyone. Lily took a step forward, releasing her grip on her luggage bag. Lily was about to shout, "Lea-" ... And next thing she knows, she's stumbling forward. Someone bumped into her - that Meta-human she sensed bumped into her. What the hell?! She was about to fight the power and probably get exposed... yeah, that wasn't the best plan now that she thought about it. But before she could become one with the concrete, the same person latched onto her forearm, and pulled her back up.
"Oh, sorry about that, darling!" The woman said in a very cheery voice. She had pulled Lily back to her feet - and almost instantly, Lily turned around and examined the woman. Though, Lily had a lot to look at since the woman was tall, ridiculously tall, at least a good foot over Lily. Other than that, the woman had brushed burgundy hair, glasses, and dressed very modestly... like a teacher... only far away from any schools (As far as she could tell). A turtleneck, and an ankle-length skirt. This woman was... Lily didn't know what to think of her.
All she did was take a sidestep towards her luggage bag and grab onto the handle - before anyone was able to deprive her of what little she has left. Lily looked up at the woman, and brushed another strand of hair aside. "It's... okay, Miss..." Before she could continue, the woman cut her off.
"Megan. Megan Jervious, darling! Nice to meet you!" Megan yipped. Okay, Megan was certain cheery type. Okay, okay, maybe.... uh, she could score a night's rest off this woman. She didn't want to shoot so high, but she was going to have hope here. Still, the woman looked at Lily from top to bottom - Lily noticed as her eyes, well, went from to top to bottom. "You look new around here, are you?" Megan said.
Well, Lily is dressed no differently than any other teenager around these parts, but maybe it was the... she didn't know. This woman was kinda strange. Lily was going to ask how Megan knew that Lily was new here. But formalities first. "Yeah, I'm Lily, and, yeah, I'm new around these parts, just arrived in town today..." She looked away briefly, scratching the back of her neck.
"Lily," Megan narrowed her eyes at Lily, and smirked. "That's a nice name, darling! And if you're new around town, you came at the right time; Christmas Fair is tonight!" The woman jumped spastic-ally, and made Lily take a step or two back. Megan took a step back herself, and put a finger on her chin, looking around, and continued, "It'll be fun! It's in Arcadia Heights, it'll have rides, food, drinks, and boat rides! You'll love it! Best of all, I'll be there!"
Um, Lily was the type who strayed away from such festivals... Mostly because they were pretty dangerous. What with all the Meta-humans, all it took was one slip up and someone will get overcharged and a goddamn massacre would happen... Or maybe she's just worrying herself and enjoy the place. "Um, I'm going to be a little busy, but I'll see about it..." She shifted her weight to one side, and wrapped one arm across her chest, grabbing her other forearm.
"Excellent! If you come, find me." Megan turned around and waved goodbye to Lily with nothing but her fingers. "Alright, I have stuff to do, sweetie, I'll see you at the fair...." Megan walked off.
Megan was a strange woman indeed, but Lily had to find it warming. She just couldn't stop herself from smiling. Maybe the world wasn't so devoid and hopeless, at least with people that are so nice to complete strangers. But, she felt something strange in the pocket of her jeans... Like, she got the feeling something was in there that wasn't there before. Of course, she reached inside and pulled it out... a roll of twenties, had to be at least three-hundred dollars, and a... strange vial. She didn't know what it was, it was small, but it's contents were glowing bright green... more importantly the contents resonated with Lily. It was the Meta-human energy. What the hell is this? Megan had to have put this stuff in her pockets, there's just no other way. Lily found herself standing there, looking in he direction that Megan left, this strange glowing vial in the palm of her hand. Was it meant for her...?
... Maybe she'll go to the fair after all.
Black Fall, Act One: Peace, Perfect Peace
[ IC | OOC | Character Deposit ]
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Saturday, December 4th, 2015. 12: 31 PM
Winter has come. Black Fall was coated in a white, sparkly, blanket of snow. It was well shoveled, it was kept off the streets of the city. The sidewalks, aside from some stuck pieces, were all clear and perfectly walk able. However, no one could escape the chilly winter winds. However, at the moment, there were small flurries of snow dropping, with signs that it's only going to pick up. It's morning time here in the city, daylight savings means the night comes quicker. It's recommended that everyone puts on a scarf or a jacket. However, this particular night was the night a special event was supposed to take place. The annual Black Fall Christmas fair. Hosted in Arcadia Heights, holiday festives, vendor stands, boats, and much more will be placed in Arcadia Heights for a night of fun and joy.
It starts later.
Deborah Lillian Javuant.
They all rushed in, holding power suppressant cuffs, and they placed them on Frost Beast's wrist. The footage stopped there, and went back to the reporter, with the van (Which was reinforced to the point where it looked like a tank) in the foreground. "Erik Wall, also known as Frost Beast, was known for attacking banks all over the East Coast. NEST has been tracking him for weeks now, until they cornered him here in Black Fall. It is just another stunning victory in the name of NEST." By the time she was finished speaking, Frost Beast was rolled into the distance, with the rest of the agents packing up and leaving. The report looked behind her, and turned back to the camera man. "I am Molly Schuler, and now to sports...."
As the news played on TV, Deborah Javuant was simply enjoying home alone. Ahhhh... With her annoying little siblings out of the house (Doing what was the question) for a little while, Deborah was free to be the little bird she was meant to be. Wearing nothing but a blue and white flannel shirt and some red underwear - well, she is alone, after all - she flopped onto her bed, back first, with a container of Ben and Jerry's (Red Velvet cake flavored!). On impact did a slight bounce, and rolled from her back all the way to her stomach. She was facing the Tv, and watched the news report just as it started. Her hand clenched onto the top of the ice cream, and it was yanked off a second later. She rested it on the bed next to her, as she grabbed the spoon, dug it in, and scooped out a spoonful of ice cream. With a gentle hand, it was maneuvered over to her lips, slid through them, and her tongue wrestled the ice cream from the spoon. "Yum." Deborah said to herself with a smile as she savored the flavor (That rhymes!). What caused her to smile again was what was on the news. Ooooh, another victory for the NEST. While some of their agents were... overzealous, the organization as a whole was necessary. Just like everything was, each in their own little ways. It would be absolute anarchy if they weren't around - gangs would be running amok, monsters would be eating babies! Okay, okay, she knew that sounded a little over dramatic, but there was a point behind the organization. Things could be worse. They could be hunting down Metas.
Regardless of her sentiments on the NEST organization, Deborah kept watching, until it was over - once it did, she had to admittedly say that she lost interest in the news. Well, sports, like soccer, were fun, but she didn't want to hear about a bunch of sweaty primadonnas and their stupid little problems. Deborah smirked again as she looked out the window - another beautiful of white snow fell to coat the layer that had melted the day before. The snow brought out a feeling of bliss like no other within Deborah. She just had to share it. Her keen eyes scanned the room again, until they eyed what she was she's looking for, her cellphone, on the nightstand next to her bed. Deborah's body rolled over again, and once she was on her stomach again, she reached over for her phone (An older model of the iPhone). Deborah reached out with both hands, and pulled the charging cord out. She reoriented herself so that she was on her back, her eyes were glued to her screen. She figured that it was appropriate to send a text message to her one and only, Shannon Balore. Her thumbs moved like a blur, spelling out the message:
Heeeeey, Silkworm, been thinkin' about you. Hope you doing good because I'm going to show you a good time at the fair later, ya' dig? We'll meet up there.
Feeling a little naughty, she got off the bed, and stood straight up. She angled the phone downwards at just the angle that it would give any cameras a full view of her body. But with her other hand, she pressed it against her stomach, on top of her shirt, and slid her shirt upwards. Exposing her chiseled abs for the camera! She pressed the camera button, and a bright flash indicated that the picture was taken. She quickly pressed the button, and viewed. And hot damn she looked good - her muscular figure was on full display in this picture. A little slutty, but this was for Shannon's eyes only. With a naughty smirk, she sent the text message and the selfie. Deborah pressed the button in the corner and the screen locked. She felt like she was forgetting something... Oh, yeah, the fair! She needed to get ready... and find her two troublesome little siblings and kick their little asses if they did anything stupid. She looked down briefly. Cannot go to the fair looking like this, can she? While she looked good in the naughty pictures, she had to get dressed up. Well, she didn't have to worry too much about taking off clothes, more of putting on new ones. Her hands grabbed the cold metal buttons on the bottom of the flannel shirt and unbuttoned it, quickly working her way up to the top until her top was off. Revealing her bra that matched her underwear to... no one, really (Unless she wants to take another picture). She let her top drop onto the floor, she'll get that later. Deborah walked over to her dresser and picked out a nice outfit for herself.
It might seem silly, but Deborah had picked out another flannel shirt - this one was red with a black square pattern. Before she even considered putting that on, she grabbed a plain V-neck black T-shirt with a strong grip and put it on, one arm at a time. She then grabbed the flannel shirt and stuck one arm into one hole, and another in the other. She didn't button it up, instead she left it open and hanging, showing her under-shirt to the world. Next up were some light-blue jeans that had some tear around the knees, she grabbed them by the side, stuck her feet into the legs, and pulled them up her long legs up to her waist. Deborah buttoned it up, and slid her belt on. Last up was her boots, a pair of black combat boots that have the wear and tear that boots that get used a lot would. One foot at a top, she slid her feet into these boots, before she bent over, her field of vision was consumed by these boots. She grabbed onto them, and tied them together quite tightly.
Now, wasn't she good looking? Deborah took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. She smiled. Now, time to find Jago and Newt...
They were probably in that dingy-behind roller rink. Deborah rolled her eyes. If the two of them weren't superhuman, she'd be worried about that place crashing down on them. But, she's more concerned about some crackheads rolling up in there or the police grabbing them for trespassing. She sighed quietly. Time to go. Her entire body turned out the door, and she began walking through the hallways of her house. She made it to the stairs, and her eyes wandered towards the coat rack. It was probably for the best that she put on a jacket or something too. Good news is that she has a black padded winter jacket. She grabbed it, and put it on. She grabbed her purse and she opened the door and was assaulted by the winter breeze. Light snow fall filled her vision, and she looked around. She lived in the suburbs, pressed between one house and another. She had the pleasure of living in a single house, with a moderately sized yard. Her house was fenced off, and Deborah merely pushed the gate open with her body lower body, put her hand on the gate and gently closed it. Deborah's car was present. A white Mazda 3. Presented right before her. Usually there'd be a Grand Caravan but that was used by her parents. Deborah walked to the car door - as she proceeded, she pulled out the keys to her car and pressed the unlock button on the remote and the doors snapped unlocked - and opened the door, sliding her way inside. With one movement she placed her keys in the ignition and the engine revved on. She grabbed onto the gear shift, and pulled it up until it was on drive. She pressed onto the gas pedal and pulled out of the parking space.
Maybe she'll stop by the Mean Bean Machine and get some coffee...
Jago, & Aisha "Newt" Javuant.
"Yo', you ready?" Jago asked.
"You betcha!"
"Good, let's kick these assholes to the curb."
Both Newt and Jago were crawling on the roof of their hangout, the Nine Fountains Skating Rink. An abandoned spot that the twins have called their hangout. It wasn't in too awful of a shape. A large building with a curved round roof, with a brink foundation. It was surrounded by vegetation that was growing into the boarded up windows of the building. Everything within sight of the building was covered in snow, that's mostly because there's no one to shovel it all up. The twins continued crawling on their stomachs to the edge of the building. Where they looked down at the people - oh, no, their targets - in the vast, but abandoned, parking lot. See, Jago and Newt claimed this place as theirs ages ago. But, no. Kids just had to keep coming around here - their part! - for no reason other than to make themselves look cool. Pttf. They got a million other places to do that. Like in their parent's basement snorting glue. Even as the twins looked down on them, they had no idea how wrong they are. After getting a good look at 'em - five of them, various heights and weights, all white - Jago realized that these were the same kids they chased away last week. Man, when will kids learn?
That's why God made the Javuant twins. To teach these losers who's the boss. Jago raised both his hands and they took a dark-purple glow - like an aura. Chunks of snow lifted up from the roof - boy! Wasn't there a lot of snow up here? It was until almost every drop of snow around him was floated. He snapped both his fingers and they were all shaped into snow balls. And these weren't the normal snowballs made by hand. These were perfectly shaped orbs. At least a few dozen. And that's all Jago needed. He moved his glowing hand downwards towards Newt and a few orbs of snow landed near her in a perfect of five. That's all she needed actually. The twin's eyes met as Jago smirked. He raised his hands higher up into the air as he got up to his feet, and the orbs of snow he had created did the same. He pulled his hands back far as his arms would allow and - well, let's just say this where the fun began! Jago has been reading up on his history lately, and came up with a neat new strategy based off what those archers do. They fill the goddamn sky with arrows. While the days of swinging axes and swords are over, the days of magic powers have just begun baby! Jago filled the sky - not with arrows, but with goddamn snowballs. To say the least, the results were impressive.
"Stay the hell off our shit!" Jago shouted as they realized what they were dealing with. Each of them turned around and looked up - only to realize it was way too late. The snowball storm had just begun. They were absolutely bombarded with snowballs. The first kid was hit square in the face in fact! They covered themselves, they ran, they cowered. All while Jago was laughing like a madman on the roof with his hands on his sides. He even threw his head back, letting those dreadlocks hang.
While Jago was the archer who filled the sky, Newt was the precise sniper that delivered the killing blow. These kids were running, and she had to hammer in the message! She bent over and snatched a snowball. With precision, she threw the snowball with just enough speed and force to cause it to flatten on impact with one of the kid's (who was dumb enough to look back) faces. Using her speed she quickly grabbed another snowball and threw it at the other brat. It nailed him right in his back at high speeds. For a moment, Newt thought about putting a rock in the next. But that wouldn't be right now would it? She bent over again and grabbed two snowballs and by the time she was back to her upright position, she had already tossed the snow balls at the other two kids. Her aiming was simply so precise that she was able to hit them both at. Unfortunately, she reached for the last snowball and saw that the last kid had fled out of sight. Newt merely grinned as she dropped the last snowball.
"And stay the fuck out!" Newt loudly shouted, her voice echoed through the surrounding area. These fuckers better get the message. Or else the Javuants will start getting violent. Probably will start throwing rocks instead of snow balls next time. Well, it says the least that they were fiercely defensive of what's theirs. Because once summer hits, teenagers are going to inhabit this place like fucking cockroaches. So they better have fun while it lasted... speaking of fun. They better use this place. And Newt had the perfect idea. "Yo," Newt started, "Wanna play pokemon?" She asked.
"Hehehehe... With those motherfuckers gone, why not?" Jago grinned as he crossed his arms. But the thought dawned on him... he took step a step towards the edge of the roof and looked down. Phew... that's one hell of a drop. Not something that they can't take! They're fucking superhuman. He turned his head back towards Newt, and asked, "Want me to get us down?"
Idly shrugging, Newt answered, "Nah, I'll climb this time." She didn't say a single thing to Jago as she ran over to the other side of the roof - the one that wasn't visible from the street. She squatted down, and turned around, using what grip she had to clench the edge of the building. She lowered everything below her waist down, and slapped her hands against the wall. She slowly began climbing down, her hangs were clinging to the wall with her power. Because she was wearing these boots, she couldn't make her feet cling to the wall either. Newt sighed as she wrestled her legs, she put her boot on top of the opposite one, and pushed it off one boot, and doing the same to her other foot using her now liberated foot. Both of the boots fell down through the sand. The girl smiled as the boots landed in the snow - eh, nothing bad would happen to them, she would just pick them up and put them back on. But now her feet were free too. Newt pressed them against the wall and they clung. She climbed down by taking her hands and feet off the wall, and pressing them right back. She repeated this process until she was down on the ground. She quickly grabbed her boots, put them back on as she saw Jago's shadow descend right next to her.
Jago on the other hand simply jumped off the building. A dark-purple aura surrounded himself as he lowered himself down the classy way. No climbing or falling for him. Nope, he'll just fly down. These other scrubs can struggle all they want with falling three stories. He walked next to his sister with heavy steps. Jago looked around the rink... looking for that certain entrance. Ah, there it is, there it is, there it is... a boarded up window from one look. With a thought, it was surrounded in a dark-purple glow and pulled aside. And now it's the entrance into the twin's evil lair. Newt was the first to step inside, pulled the wooden boards aside, followed by Jago who put the wood back.
Inside the roller rink... it was dark, desolate, dirty. Probably what happens when you leave a place alone for a few weeks. No power meant no lights. Fortunately the twins have a way around that, with Newt having night vision, and Jago having a light bringing ability. Jago pointed his hand forward and a dark-purple light shined brightly ahead of himself, giving him enough light to see with. The roller rink was a big building. It had to be made specifically to hold a lot of people at a time. A large square room, with a wooden floor, which would be polished for roller skating - off to side was the entrance and a few seats and tables. There was a shelf where all the roller skates were held in front of a counter. There are a few rooms in the back, like a kitchen, and a bathroom. Man, back in the day, this place was great! Newt and Jago loved it. But then they just closed their doors. Thankfully, it's getting the activity it deserves!
Newt and Jago quickly ran to the center of the roller rink and pulled out their 3DSs (Jago's being black, and Newt's being blue). They booted up Pokemon, they had different versions of the game. Omega Ruby for Jago. Alpha Sapphire for Newt. They played a match. That was the most intense match ever. Which will not be described since Mr Allen J knows jack shit about Pokemon. Deal with it, scrubs.
"I win!" Newt jumped up to her feet and clenched her fists in the air like a triumphant pose. She even bared a toothy grin. Because beating Jago's ass at anything - even the small and stupid shit! - was just glorious. Her eyes went towards him - and yeah, he was pretty salty about the loss.
Just another day in the city of Greed and Godhood... Circling two of it's many demihumans.
Carmen "Lily" Santo.
So this is Black Fall, huh? Lily kinda imagined it being a little smaller.
Even from this perspective, this far away, the place was huge. A car whirled by her fast, followed by another. Lily brushed a strand of hair out of her way as her eyes wandered to the right, the busy highway towards the city. Between her and the street was the guardrail, and many cars were driving by. The snow was crushed underneath her boots as she walked on the grass, dragging a red wheeled luggage bag behind her. She left a conspicuous trail behind her, a line and boot prints. Lily's feet were sore, but she still had a long way to go before... well, she didn't know honestly. Black Fall was the last place she was trying to go, being the city of freaks after all, but she went from place to place like a lonely soul. After awhile, every city was the same to her. Just another location with a name. That's all. Hopefully she'll find herself a place to sleep, somewhere that isn't an alleyway or under a bridge. A bed, a warm shower, and a meal. Lily smiled briefly, before her face turned back into a scowl. Yeah, it was for the best that she didn't fill her head with optimism. Best case scenario, she'd stay in an abandoned building until the cops tossed her out. Back on subject, Lily was walking alongside this road towards... Westgate? She believed. Lily dug into the pocket of her black hoodie, with a skull symbol on the back, and pulled out a map of Black Fall, one that she got out of a rest stop.
As she stepped, she unfolded it and gave it a good look. "Welcome to the city of Joy!" was written on the top of the map. She rolled her eyes... Westgate, yeah, where most of the roads in and out of the city were. Going off perspective, she was heading right towards it. She didn't know this city that well, so she was going to head straight there - maybe if they're not a bunch of racist putas they wouldn't immediately throw her out. Well, she wasn't exactly dressed to impress, she had to note. Other than the hoodie, she was wearing dirty, ripped, jeans, and black combat boots. Topped off by her gloves, she will never take these off. They were important. Lily let out a gentle sigh as she continued forward.
Her journey into Black Fall was complete, after a lot of walking. The new city environment was a change of pace from the highway roads and woods she had become accustomed to the last few days. This city was not so different from other cities, really. It had neighborhoods, people, roads, stores... and people. People living their lives as if they weren't a curse. Lily once again sighed and pressed on. She appeared to be in a heavily residential area. There were row houses, twin houses, and just houses as far as the eye can see.... and no where she could even think of staying. Just keep looking, Lily, somewhere will pop up eventually... That's what she keeps telling herself. The more she walked, the lonelier the whole road became.
But an intersection caught Lily's eye... She sensed a Meta-human nearby. She walked over to the street, and right down the street she saw a large black truck, a jet-black Humvee with NEST written on the sides in white. Extremely armored, it looked like one of hell of a bruiser. Behind it was what appeared to be a SWAT truck, the same color as the Humvee, jet-black, and had NEST written on the side... Both of which were parked next to the sidewalk. An interesting scene caught Lily's eye. Two armored men, definitely NEST Agents, standing side-by-side with their vehicles behind them, rifles in hand. An intimidating presence, instead. But there were more. There were two men, not wearing NEST armor, but instead black leather coats. Going for that real detective feel, she thought. Well, NEST does employ detectives. One man was tall, had to be in his mid-twenties, Caucasian, had black hair and a stubble, his facial expressions gave Lily the impression that he was bored, apathetic... she was surprised to see a lit cigarette hanging between his lips. The other man was a shorter African-American fellow with a bald head, a more stern and nonsense demeanor, and a cigarette.
The men weren't what was interesting to her, but what they were doing. They were talking to an older Hispanic woman (Almost old as my grandma), wearing nothing but a modest green nightgown, and round glasses. And a small boy, had to thirteen or fourteen, definitely her grandchild. Lily just saw the resemblance... and the fact that the woman was screaming about how the child was her grandchild. Lily was interested, but she didn't want to get too close. There was a small crowd amassed, so she merely weaseled her way through the crowd until she was front and center. Her eyes perked up once another Meta-human entered her range, and she could sense them. She took a step back and looked for them... but couldn't see them in the crowd. Didn't matter, she knew exactly where they were. Though, she sunk back into the crowd enough that she'd standout less - but she could hear it just fine.
"Please don't take my grandson! He didn't do anything wrong!" The woman shouted, her Spanish accent was very thick.
"Ma'am, calm down" The African-American Agent said, putting his hands out as a gesture to calm down. "We have video evidence of him assaulting several NEST Agents."
"But he was with me the whole time! He didn't attack anyone! You made a mistake!" The woman pulled the child closer to herself. Lily kept watching intently, feeling a twinge of sympathy for the woman and child. Having such a power at a age must have been hard... and Lily knows it.
"Sorry, Ma'am, I really wish it was different, but I have orders." This was the moment of truth, Lily noted, since the African-American Man walked in and grabbed the boy by his arms - while his silent partner came up from behind and bear-hugged the woman, keeping her still as she loudly shouted and thrashed around, trying to get free. Her grandson was quiet, dead-eyed, but Lily could tell that he didn't like the position he was in. He just knows to hold it in (That means this isn't the first time...). The Agent pulled out an object, right out of his coat, Lily was familiar with it. It was a metal collar - a power suppressant - and it was shortly placed around the boy's neck. The boy was then carted into the back of the .
Fucking NEST bastards. They call themselves protecting the people?! Bullshit. Lily balled her fists, and was just about ready to say something - because, oh boy, she didn't stand by for injustice like this. It might have been her general hatred of the NEST organization in general, mostly because she knew they were a bunch of corrupt motherfuckers. They screwed over her friends before in the past, and damn, they're doing it to everyone. Lily took a step forward, releasing her grip on her luggage bag. Lily was about to shout, "Lea-" ... And next thing she knows, she's stumbling forward. Someone bumped into her - that Meta-human she sensed bumped into her. What the hell?! She was about to fight the power and probably get exposed... yeah, that wasn't the best plan now that she thought about it. But before she could become one with the concrete, the same person latched onto her forearm, and pulled her back up.
"Oh, sorry about that, darling!" The woman said in a very cheery voice. She had pulled Lily back to her feet - and almost instantly, Lily turned around and examined the woman. Though, Lily had a lot to look at since the woman was tall, ridiculously tall, at least a good foot over Lily. Other than that, the woman had brushed burgundy hair, glasses, and dressed very modestly... like a teacher... only far away from any schools (As far as she could tell). A turtleneck, and an ankle-length skirt. This woman was... Lily didn't know what to think of her.
All she did was take a sidestep towards her luggage bag and grab onto the handle - before anyone was able to deprive her of what little she has left. Lily looked up at the woman, and brushed another strand of hair aside. "It's... okay, Miss..." Before she could continue, the woman cut her off.
"Megan. Megan Jervious, darling! Nice to meet you!" Megan yipped. Okay, Megan was certain cheery type. Okay, okay, maybe.... uh, she could score a night's rest off this woman. She didn't want to shoot so high, but she was going to have hope here. Still, the woman looked at Lily from top to bottom - Lily noticed as her eyes, well, went from to top to bottom. "You look new around here, are you?" Megan said.
Well, Lily is dressed no differently than any other teenager around these parts, but maybe it was the... she didn't know. This woman was kinda strange. Lily was going to ask how Megan knew that Lily was new here. But formalities first. "Yeah, I'm Lily, and, yeah, I'm new around these parts, just arrived in town today..." She looked away briefly, scratching the back of her neck.
"Lily," Megan narrowed her eyes at Lily, and smirked. "That's a nice name, darling! And if you're new around town, you came at the right time; Christmas Fair is tonight!" The woman jumped spastic-ally, and made Lily take a step or two back. Megan took a step back herself, and put a finger on her chin, looking around, and continued, "It'll be fun! It's in Arcadia Heights, it'll have rides, food, drinks, and boat rides! You'll love it! Best of all, I'll be there!"
Um, Lily was the type who strayed away from such festivals... Mostly because they were pretty dangerous. What with all the Meta-humans, all it took was one slip up and someone will get overcharged and a goddamn massacre would happen... Or maybe she's just worrying herself and enjoy the place. "Um, I'm going to be a little busy, but I'll see about it..." She shifted her weight to one side, and wrapped one arm across her chest, grabbing her other forearm.
"Excellent! If you come, find me." Megan turned around and waved goodbye to Lily with nothing but her fingers. "Alright, I have stuff to do, sweetie, I'll see you at the fair...." Megan walked off.
Megan was a strange woman indeed, but Lily had to find it warming. She just couldn't stop herself from smiling. Maybe the world wasn't so devoid and hopeless, at least with people that are so nice to complete strangers. But, she felt something strange in the pocket of her jeans... Like, she got the feeling something was in there that wasn't there before. Of course, she reached inside and pulled it out... a roll of twenties, had to be at least three-hundred dollars, and a... strange vial. She didn't know what it was, it was small, but it's contents were glowing bright green... more importantly the contents resonated with Lily. It was the Meta-human energy. What the hell is this? Megan had to have put this stuff in her pockets, there's just no other way. Lily found herself standing there, looking in he direction that Megan left, this strange glowing vial in the palm of her hand. Was it meant for her...?
... Maybe she'll go to the fair after all.
