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*Scooters in on Hoverboard* "CALIFORNIAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" *Battle Cry turned into scream of pain as Hoverboard bursts into flames.*

@Raijinslayer

I was JUST gonna say something about exploding hoverboards too haha

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B-but... What about Virginia...

Actually, I've moved around far too much to call any place home for real. I'll just let @FantasyChic battle it out with you Texans lol.

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Just one thing to correct @Jig; they are the Ariella Syndicate. True, it was started by a family with the last name "Ariella", but it has since grown into a much larger organization allowing almost anyone entry depending on a few things. They are also not Italian lol.

I have no problems with you switching to PR if that's what you want to do. There can be multiple managers of the same department and some characters can even double up in certain departments if they wish. In the end, you'll all be put in different situations through my upcoming posts and your chosen role won't really have anything to do with that haha. On the flip side, there will be some narrative that does involve your chosen roles as well.

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I just posted. Nothing earth shattering, but it gets the job done. Had to attack at least once and all that.

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S a b l e M a x w e l l

Luan Fields

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"Can you see it? Can you see... Their true essence?"

There it was again. The echo bounced around the boundaries of Sable's innermost feelings and permeated the core of her being. Thoughts were wiped clean and everything seemed to freeze for a mere moment as that familiar, yet unknown voice once again posed its repeated inquiry. Reality morphed and twisted into an amalgamation of all colors before melding into a pitch black ooze that devoured both the foreground and background of the armored SOLDIER's surroundings. The ravenous predators in the sky disappeared along with the allies and comrades that were set to face them. In an instant, nothing existed anymore. Only Sable, her blade, and the voice remained. Frozen in place, her gaze shifted to both sides and realized even the HUD in the interior of her Ravager armor was suspended. "Can you see it?" The voice asked once more, the sound seemingly coming from everywhere at once.

"This can't be real... But, why can't I move?!" Sable replied and in that same moment revealed that she could not even open her mouth. Her voice rang out, but from where it came was a mystery. A mystery she didn't have time to deal with. "Damnit! I don't even care what this is anymore, I need to go back!" Her voice cried out.

"In order to move forward, one must accept..."

"Accept?... What the hell are you even saying?!" The blackness in front of the frozen SOLDIER shifted and danced around until it morphed into one of the Esper Ridge Eagles. The beast was primed for attack. The muscles and ligaments of her body offered not even a hint of movement however. "Goddamnit! I need to go back!" Her voice shouted again trying its hardest to be forceful. As the Eagle dove, its own body began to morph. With each second it moved closer, the body and face became more and more recognizable. Suddenly, the spell which bound the woman broke and her instinct took control. Involuntarily, Sable lunged towards the man the Eagle had become and attacked.

As the body fell to the ground, Sable watched in horror. Blood dripped from her blade and her armor was replaced with civilian clothes. The man looked up at her, a small grin forming as his eyes locked with the terror filled brown hues he had known for years. "Good job... Kid..." He stammered.

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The screech of impending offense brought Sable back to the reality she thought she had escaped from. Her stance remained firm, the blade and its weight filling her hands and body with a sensation she never knew she could miss. It seemed that only a second two had elapsed in the time Sable had been trapped in her own head. At least, that's the conclusion she had come to--the only conclusion she allowed herself to come to. Now concretely back in reality, an assessment of the current situation was relatively simple and a decision was quickly reached. She knew little of the man named Castor, but what she did know was that he was SOLDIER and there was no way she was going to let an injured Eagle repeat the horrors of the ambush.

Turning on her heel, Sable pushed off and dashed towards the nearly grounded monster that had survived impalement. Adrenaline began to flow and a sense of excitement welled up within. Her grip switched to one-handed as she closed the distance between the beast and herself. Countless times, Sable had practiced against an invisible enemy or sparring partner or even her own reflection. The repeated drills and forms and failures and successes had all come together to prepare her for a moment like this. It was not a moment to shine. It was a moment to take in one's hand and utterly crush. Some SOLDIERs went years before seeing actual combat. Some even relished the safety they had inside the walls of the fort, but not this woman. This woman had yearned for a chance to break her blade against an inhuman opponent. This woman had yearned for the chance to prove to everyone that she was worth the value she placed on herself. This woman yearned to prove that she was more than events that defined her life thus far--yearned to prove that she was not just a murderer.

The Eagle noticed its incoming attacker at the last second and shot out its large wing in hopes of swatting Sable as it took to the sky once more. With her focus unbroken, Sable pushed her upper body down and under the wing, just barely missing the attempted swat. A pirouette under the rising monster followed before she turned, emerging on the other side, and faced the head of the beast. The violet hue of the Sabre Edge seemed brighter in the sunlight as it first rose above its owner's head and then began its forceful and angry descent towards the nape of the Eagle's over-sized neck.

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Battle Summary

- Sable dodged an attack by Eagle A and sent her own in retaliation in defense of Castor.

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I'm actually writing at this very moment, so I very much agree with Noxious' assessment lol. Sable is definitely darting into battle so any backup or protection would be appreciated if someone isn't occupied heh.

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I am too! My stories tend to get going pretty quickly, so just excuse the slow beginning if you can and you'll see for yourself. I've already got some good action coming really soon and your decisions will just take over from there.

I'll also second that if anyone wants to collaborate with anyone, I highly encourage it. Our characters have a base knowledge of one another already because they've all been in the city together working on operations for a while. Anything more detailed can be worked out between the players and incorporated into the RP.

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I'm sorry too, Frozen. Good luck in your future RP endeavors though.

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And my post is up! Let's see how this plays out.

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Q u i n n G y l e s

Regalia - The Crest

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these things are sent to try us. will have a look xx

Quinn nodded in silent acknowledgement, illuminating hues highlighting his serious expression before disappearing suddenly to be replaced by the pitch black of the cellular display. A sigh floated into the air and his gaze shifted to the elegantly built business just outside the car on the right. Regalia was a true city through and through and that meant a grid based design and plenty of parallel parking. This particular business was successful enough to have its own parking lot, but whenever a visit was meant to be more professional than leisurely, the Syndicate's head enforcer had, for some inexplicable reason, always opted to parallel park right in front of the entrance. A professional excursion was certainly the agenda on this night as Quinn emerged from his Camaro and strolled around the front and towards the bouncers who guarded the door to The Crest, one of the most popular nightclubs in the downtown district.

A cigarette hung loose and hands were pocketed as the clack of wingtip dress shoes made their way passed the enormous line and right up to club security. Quinn only offered a nod before attempting to enter the establishment and meeting a rather thick forearm that declined entry. He cut his eyes toward the owner of said arm without so much as moving any other part of his own body. "What is this kind of shit?" He questioned nonchalantly. The offending bouncer in question was slightly shorter than Quinn, but much larger. It was clear that creatine and whole chickens were what composed his diet and the smug expression he wore only confirmed what Quinn already knew--the guy had no idea who he was refusing entry to. This was a rare thing amongst the Syndicate members considering most of Regalia knew a lot of them individually. There were always new guys though and this was hiring season after all.

"Ya think you can just waltz up here and cut line? Get to the back."

Quinn didn't move.

The bouncer dropped his arm and replaced the empty space with his puffy stature, staring Quinn straight in the eyes. "Look kid, tonight's not the night to fuck with me. We got a VIP coming through any minute and if he sees this shit, I'm gonna have to rough ya up just on principle,"

Quinn didn't move.

The bouncer motioned his fellow co-worker to move a bit further to the side, but in turning his head the mistake had already been made. In one swift, seamless sequence, Quinn sent a v-shaped strike to the throat followed by a kick to the knee, which brought the bouncer down to waist level, and a knee to the face to finish up. The bouncer slumped over and writhed in pain as Quinn--now only one hand in his pocket--stepped over him and into the club. The other bouncer knelt down after he made sure the Syndicate enforcer was out of earshot. "Dude... That was Quinn Gyles," He whispered. The bouncer in a heap made a noise as if he was trying to speak then groaned louder.

The interior of The Crest was as grand as the exterior made it seem to be. The space was huge and an assortment of brightly colored lights, performers, and club patrons littered the area. Loud music that was a bit too pop for Quinn's liking played over the speakers and the bass literally thumped his heart as he weaved a path through drunk party seekers and ambiguous dancers. He eventually arrived at the bar which denoted itself with a bright fluorescent blue that coated the counter top, the shelving, and even the drinks themselves. The bartender took a few minutes coming over, but when he saw who his newest patron was, his face quickly went from shining example of customer service to 'what the fuck are you even doing here?'. "Relax, damnit. I'm waiting for someone," Quinn said, putting the bartender at ease.

Quinn had never needed to directly contact Vee in order for the woman to understand the two needed to meet. It was an interesting sort of relationship, but one where Quinn always knew what to expect at least. And on this night, having sent out that text earlier, he knew she was on her way. She had to be. In truth, multiple people could have been on their way. The Crest had been a decent meeting spot for months now and with the seriousness of the situation, a rare chance had appeared that all of the Syndicate's members of the Regalia branch could show. With a drink he didn't ask for sitting in front of him, Quinn pulled out his phone and began to play the waiting game.