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R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

@Randomness totally fine by me! Oxley hasnt been outside the compound in a long time tho so it will be exciting for her to pass that point

R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

Oxley

Location: NYC Compound
Interactions: @Randomness (And @GrizzTheMauler is also there)

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Oxley smirked as the man told her he wasn't interested in that sort of games. She silently shrugged: she'd been expecting that, really.
Her smile froze as the man mentioned her "capabilities", though. Oxley became more carefully guarded again, her hands coming up and crossing across her chest defensively. Oxley had already suspected this was what mister Grandure had been after, but it didn't make her feel any less on edge to hear the words herself.
'I, of course, also know of your power, the ability to never forget.'
Oxley stared at Edmond Grandure with a critical look.
"Huh. It seems my reputation precedes me," she quipped in return, not that she had a reputation of any sort.
Think, Oxley. Think. There was a bone buried here, definitely. Perhaps Mr. Grandure was trying to make an asset out of Oxley. Maybe he was here to recruit her for his company.
Working for the enemy, huh? What the hell, Oxley? I can see you are seriously considering this, the voice inside Oxley's head snapped.
Monetary compensation sounded tempting enough, but the real kicker was Mr. Grandure's offer of being able to get Oxley outside of the Compound.
He's a businessman. Of course he would make promises he cannot keep. Are you an idiot? Anyone with half a brain cell would realise that no one wants to live inside this crappy district.
Despite the heated argument Oxley was having with herself in her mind, it seemed the temptation was too big to resist. This man might've known of her power, her past, and probably much more than that, but he didn't know Oxley's real goals. She looked at the man before her - a man who was probably about to con the hell out of her - and all she saw was an opportunity. Opportunity to escape.
Does he seriously think he can help you control your power? He must be so full of himself, Oxley thought with a scoff. She didn't need help with that, the ID chip did it for her. But this man didn't know that. And Oxley intended to keep it that way.
If she got out of the compound, she could finally find out what happened to her parents. If they were still alive, if they'd ever tried to contact Oxley. A part of her didn't want to know. It had been so long, and most often truth hurt more than ignorance. But she had to know. Even if it'd hurt her. After a beat of silence, Oxley responded.
"Well," she began with a determined smile on her lips, "Only a fool would turn down pizza. Your treat, of course."
Oxley knew this had to be a trap. No way the man didn't have ulterior motives. In fact, Oxley kind of counted on him having them. If he thought he was using Oxley without her knowing, she could do it right back at him right under his sorry nose.

And she really liked pizza, so there was that.

R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

Oxley

Location: NYC Compound
Interactions: @Randomness

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Oxley walked the street with an average pace, keeping her eyes fixed to the pavement ahead of her rather than the people swarming on the street. The music was what kept her focused, and she walked on with her eyes almost closed, bopping her head to the familiar rythm.
And then there was someone right in her path, not moving.
Oxley stopped, her gaze springing up to meet what was an instantly recognizable figure to her databank of a mind. Even before the man had opened his mouth, Oxley braced herself mentally, raising her guard. She took the headphones off and put the music on pause.
"Yes," Oxley replied as she squinted her eyes slightly, "I've heard of you," she added with a heavily guarded look on her face.
Edmond Grandure. 34 years old. Owner of the technological firm 'Heidis' - the founding father company to all things microengine. Kinda shady, quite friendly with the Peacekeepers. Do not engage. Oxley had heard of this man quite the bit, and it was no wonder. He had a reputation. Or that's how Oxley herself saw it, seeing as she was interested in the same fields as mister Grandure's company. Not much of what Oxley had heard from this man was very flattering, so her being on guard was probably the wisest action to take. This man was successful, undoubtedly wealthy, and all the things Oxley was not. Oxley would be lying if she said she had never entertained the idea of this man being a hiding Deviant. All things considering, there was something about his history that just didn't add up with her. And that - if something - made her suspicious.
Then again, it could be that he wasn't a Deviant that had slipped through the cracks but simply a highly intelligent, cunning businessman that benefitted from the cruel society and capitalism. Could be either, Oxley thought with a shrug.

"I have come to speak to you about a proposal I expect will help improve your quality of life. Would you care to listen?"
Even in all her wariness, that piqued Oxley's interest for sure. Oxley eyed the tall, well clad man with a critical eye.
"...I...sure. Something tells me you aren't the type who takes a no for an answer," Oxley replied, her quick tongue getting the better of her. Her mind was buzzing with questions and confusion, coarsing through her brain like a tidal wave.
"How'd you find me, anyway? And how do you know my name? Wait, no - that's a stupid question. Of course someone with your status and position would have access to that kind of information. Ignore that," Oxley began, only to backpedal as her mind caught up to her and she answered her own question. She shook her head as if to shake off the dumb question.
With this man, it was safe to assume he knew exactly who Oxley was and what kind of powers she possessed. Still... maybe playing oblivious could be a tad fun. She didn't know what the man was after, after all. Well. Didn't know for certain, anyway.
"If you're here because you heard of my impeccable capabilities as a DM [Dungeon Master in D&D], then I'm all yours! I must admit, I'm pretty fucking good."

✹☽ Vampires of Redhaven ☾✹

Aava

@Kinjaav@yoyohayli

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Aava chew on her own hair in the tub, large eyes following Evren and the other man. The näkki yawned with her mouth underwater, bubbles forming on the surface.
Hungry.
"My. A pond. My pond," Aava hummed as she sunk lower into the lukewarm water. Peeking over the edge of the tub, Aava noticed the wet cloth and splashes she'd made earlier. Aava tried to lick the water, but the floor was quite obviously too far away. Looking at the puddles, the water started seeping off the floor in a mist-like trail, travelling back to the tub with Aava. The water demon let out a pleased gurgle.
Aava looked at the strange man and tugged Evren's arm curiously.
"Evren...ghhhhr... ystävä?" ('friend') she asked, tugging at the hand and nodding towards the man whose bathtub she was currently occupying. Aava sniffled and stared at the man intently, like she was just now noticing him and recognising his presence.
"'Picky for food.' 'Not.' 'Aava needs flesh.' 'Fresh fish or other meats for her.' 'Hunt... fresh... villagers.'"
Feeling fond of her new habitat, Aava was sad to leave the safety of the water as she rose up, yet again dripping water all over the floor. But as much as she loved her little pond, she was even hungrier. And she wanted food.
"Evren. Nälkä." ('Hungry') Aava stated firmly. It seemed her understanding of language was fractured still, as she could only piece together some words and understand only parts of foreign languages. It had been a long time since she'd spoken, of course, so it would take time for her to learn again.

✹☽ Vampires of Redhaven ☾✹

Sounds great, I'm in!

Aava is already very fond of her new lake, though xD Lucifer might have a new roommate now, lol

R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

Oxley is up for any interactions if anyone's willing :-D

R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

Oxley

Location: NYC Compound
Interactions: Up for any interactions

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'Imagine there's no heaven / It's easy if you try / No hell below us / Above us only sky // Imagine all the people / Living for today (ah ah ah) // Imagine there's no countries / It isn't hard to do / Nothing to kill or die for / And no religion, too...'
The melody played out from Oxley's neon blue headset, drowning out the harsh noise from outside her scrappy apartment. The nosebleed had stopped, leaving bits of dried blood on Oxley's nose. The woman lay splattered across her dusty beanbag chair, woolen stocking clad legs tangling from the edge. The rainbow socks were baggy and worn, much like Oxley's other clothing. Her ribcage was sore from the kick she'd recieved before. Whatever. It was midday now, safe to go out.
If she wanted, that was.
'Imagine all the people / Living life in peace // You may say that I'm a dreamer / But I'm not the only one / I hope someday you'll join us / And the world will be as one...'
Jumping up, the young woman with a messy braid gathered her belongings into a satchel made of denim before heading out to the cloudy noon.
"'Sup Oxley!" Oxley's neighbour quipped as she exited her apartment. Oxley paused her music and beamed.
"Hi Dean! How's the goldfish?" she asked. It had been a while since she'd seen a sight of her neighbour.
"Matty's good. Hey, actually... I meant to ask you something, if you don't mind. Do you remember if we spoke on March second two years ago?"
Oxley scoffed at the man. "Uh, obviously. Who do you take me for? We did, yes. We were talking about the campaign I was going to DM. I-" Oxley paused. Then she frowned, scrunching up her nose in confusion. "Why... why do you ask?" she questioned. Something seemed off. It was a strange thing to ask, even if Oxley happened to be a walking data bank of information. Dean laughed it off, but that didn't ease Oxley's nerves.
"Just... Testing you. See ya, Oxley," the man waved before quickly disappearing into his apartment. Oxley frowned for a second before shaking her head and taking off. It was probably nothing.
"Okay, okayokayokay soo... here's the plan, Oxley. You're doing some shopping today. You're literally out of food and you need more nachos for today. Okay? Okay. Adulting time," Oxley talked to herself as she walked on the street, earning a few strange looks. Okay, maybe she was a bit lonely. Not really.
Well, maybe a bit more than a bit. No big deal.
Oxley often talked to herself anyway, it helped her keep track of her thoughts. There was so much information all around her, it required some sort of compartmentalizing to keep track of it.
Walking on the street with her trusty blue headset, Oxley tried to shake off the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

✹☽ Vampires of Redhaven ☾✹

@yoyohayli Don't worry about it, it's not about frequency! ❤ Your posts are lovely

R E B E L L I O N - A Superpower Roleplay (CLOSED)

After reading all the new character's abilities and such, I made some changes to Oxley's skillset to make her a better asset basically :--D

Evren and Aava

Vampyyri.

The creature had heard that. It had been... A long time, a different life, life before drowning in the lake. A warning of a friendly figure. Warm. Mother.
The creature floated closer as the angry man backed up against a tree. The creature was still defensive, but it's stubborn anger seemed to wear off and give room for understanding. The creature stared at the man with its huge, curious eyes.
He had been shouting in a strange language before. The creature couldn't understand it, but... Adapt. That was what the Näkki did. Adapt, learn, lure people in. It was their skill to copy and change to get their prey.
"(They call me Aava, they do. You are not human. I am not human. But we are not the same, no. Not the same,)" Aava spoke in German.
Aava took a mouthful of the clear lake water into her mouth and looked at the man, shooting a stream of water from her mouth. It fell short, but it hadn't been meant to hit the man in the first place.
"(This... This is my lake. I am the Näkki of this lake. Why do you wander here, if not to drown?)"