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The Gifted: Hunters

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The Gifted: Hunters

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Almost immediately after entering the conflict, everything had gone to hell. Their "idle chat" had quickly turned to bullets, but what else was new? Sophie had been shot at many times in the past. It was the restraints that she wasn't necessarily prepared for. One had wrapped around her neck and gave her a nasty shock, the night before. Now there was only a bloody, irrated, cauterized, ring around her neck, but of course, no burn. Due to the significant lack of carbon in her DNA, it takes much more than an average human, to be burned; of course, that doesn't necessarily mean she can swim in lava either. And while the shock wasn't enough to burn her, is still managed to make a shallow rip in shape of a ring, on the skin around her neck.

She didn't get much sleep that night, mainly because she was sore and her neck itched, but also because of the certain elephant in the room, the cyborg that probably was the reason for her still being alive.

Sophie had greeted the cold morning in an alley way in the slums. She hadn't said a word to the automaton the entire night besides, "are you alright?" But that was mainly because there was really nothing more to be said between them, Sophie had done what she had intended back at the ambush site and now she didn't find it necessary for the duo to continue on, yet for some reason the cyborg stuck around anyways. Of course, like the cyborg's motives for attacking the DMA wardens, she didn't question why the cyborg stuck around.

Sophie stood up in the alley way feeling rather cold, stiff, and bitter; she stretched to loosen out the knotted up muscles, with a slight groan escaping her lips. She glanced at the cyborg briefly as she messaged her neck. "So I assume you need to eat something, right? Come on then, I know a few places where we can scrounge up some food." She finally said with a sigh, then started to lead the cyborg, though whether or not she (or what only could assume to be female or be addressed with female pronouns) chose to follow, Sophie wouldn't force her to come.

Though she was injured, Sophie walked with a brisk pace and soon arrived at what appeared to be a run down pub in the slums. It didn't look much more than any other worn down building except it had a barely legible sign that read, "Lady's Lace Pub". Of course, don't let appearances fool you; the food was good and dirt cheap, but more importantly, it was a safe spot for metahumans. Sophie casually entered and took her usual seat up at the counter.

"Jesus, Soph, you look like shit." A busty, tattooed bartender lady, greeted her as she had taken her seat.

"Yeah well what else is new?" Sophie replied with a soft chuckle.

"Fair enough, I assume you want breakfast, right?"

"You know it, sweetheart."

"You know your flattery won't work with me, Sister."

"Doesn't mean I can't try."

The two exchanged a laugh. "Alright, alright, just this once. I'll get it right out for you, let me know if you need anything." The bartender replied with a smile then disappeared into the kitchen.

"Thank you, Sister darling, you're a miracle worker!" Sophie called after her, then leaned back in her chair.

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@13org thank you. That's all I wanted to know.

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@13org I'm not blaming you for anything, I just need to know how far we moved away from the initial area before I can make a move.

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@13org yo bro I can't even post because you just up and god modded me somewhere and I have no idea where we are now so I got nothing

Essentially everything went to shit and I didn't even get the chance or choice to respond. Now I got nothing

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@gowia ah I see yeah that makes sense. And glad I could clear that up for you!

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@gowia yeah by original I mean, something out of his comfort zone kind of thing, like something he wouldn't usually try. And lucky! Tho I did hear that Tyler was attacked... but I also heard that the crowd was just trying to help him and he fell because people were drunk and/or high

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@13org you bet you do sweet heart ;) and they do have some info on her but they haven't captured her yet so not that much

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@gowia I should mention that I have no idea how accurate the translated I used is so if I dun goofed then whoopsie doodle!

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Location: the party
Interacting with: Jack @gowia

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Sophie couldn't help but laugh at the DJ's attempts to get her onto the stage with him and win their little game. She agreed that it was about time to end their little game of "flirting" and music, however, before she would win herself this game, she was going to reel him in a little bit.... before tightening and cutting the line. "Sorry, pretty boy. But you should realize that I won't let win with a few pretty lyrics."

She took a deep breath. "Can you say my, Can you save my, can you save my heavy, dirty soul? Can you say my, Can you save my, can you save my heavy, dirty soul?For me, for me, oh, Can you save my heavy dirty soul?
For me, for me, oh, Can you save my heavy dirty soul?" She sang back, quieter this time yet just as powerfully, as she noticed the music get quieter. Another quoting of a verse. She was feeding him a false sense of security into believing she had nothing left but quoting.... He couldn't be more wrong as a smile crept up on her face, letting the false sense of security sink in deeper, letting him believe he won. It was time to tighten the line.

She took another deep breath. "beag milis aingeal tar éis titim, tá diabhal i disguise, tá tú a chaillfidh ar fad de do chuid cleití. Tá sé in am chun tú a filleadh ar d'áit i measc na flaithis. Áit a théann tú, ní féidir liom a leanúint. Táim ach éan amhrán ach ní bhíonn ach, faoi cheangal leis an plain mortal. Mar sin, sprout péire sciathán airgid, agus a ghlacadh chun na spéartha." She sang sweetly, giving off the vibe of a ancient and Celtic melody; which translates roughly to:

"Sweet little fallen angel, a devil in disguise, you have shed all of your feathers. It is time for you to return to your place amongst the heavens. Where you go, I cannot follow. For I am but a mere song bird, bound to this mortal plain. So sprout a pair of silver wings, and take to the skies."

She had changed the game completely by dropping it on its head choosing to sing in an old and nearly forgotten language. The way she sang made it nearly impossible for even a seasoned DJ hard to replicate on a dash board. He was to have to come up with something original on the spot in order to compete with her now.