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RIDDLEY STORM @Chulance

"Ow, ow, ow--" Riddley let out a small hiss as someone bumped into her, but it turned into a small laugh when she noticed it was Flint. Then she laughed even more when he was telling her to watch where she's going. "You shouldn't smoke," she said simply, her eyes brightening as the end of his cigarette flared just slightly and burnt itself down to the filter in a near instant. Satisfied with that bit of revenge for running into a cripple, Riddley slowly sat herself down on a bench she had been making her way to. Even as she leaned back against it to relax her muscles, she winced--Flint was right to scold her, she was absolutely in bad shape.

"I can't just sit in a small room all day, Marrow. It'll drive me mad. It's not like I'm looking for a fight--I'm just enjoying the fresh air," she said, frowning now as she looked around at the world. To demonstrate her point, she tried to draw in a deep breath, but it was too much strain for her healing ribs and lungs and she instead ended up grimacing, hand resting over her chest. She laughed at herself, which also hurt. "Well, I'm trying.

"Anyway, what's going on with that woman who attacked you? Is she dead?" she asked, brown eyes turning back on Flint.

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Hey guys, I won't be able to use the Discord reliably (possibly not at all) for the next week. And the week after this, I'll be on vacation for another week.

So I'll have to RP without collab'ing for a bit. Just @ me in a post if you're interacting with Riddley or Flynn.

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FLYNN HOLMES

It wasn't uncommon for Flynn to stay at work well after it closed. Though she wasn't a workaholic--in fact, quite the opposite. She tended to be late for work, sleeping off the night before after fighting with insomnia until 6 in the morning. So, with Jimmy's grouchy son gaining more and more responsibilities at the shop, staying late was her attempt to make up for the hours she'd miss in the morning. However, even that wasn't enough to cool him down. There was nothing she couldn't do after hours that she could do in the A.M., and she'd say as much, so he could go suck a dick or three for all she cared. Admittedly, she supposed there were safety hazards to working in a shop alone, but that never came up when she was being reprimanded. So Flynn would put on her headphones and tune him out as she worked, avoiding him as much as she could.

Anyway, when she finally left work, she was a greasy mess and needed a proper recharge. She closed up shop, left the keys under the mat, and smoked a cigarette. Late at night all alone, she didn't feel particularly worried. People tended to mistake her for a man on and off the clock, so she enjoyed the freedom of being one. She watched the evening as she smoked, enjoying the city life as people hurried home or to the bar or to the next scene. Flynn much preferred a quite rural or suburban life, but the city had its perked--and she'd be exploring them tonight. Cigarette finished, she dropped it into the gravel and hopped onto her dinky little motorcycle to return home.

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A whole different Flynn left home. Her formerly messy short hair was tamed, giving her a smart look. Her baggy uniform was replaced with formfitting clothes: a red shirt and black shorts, accented by fishnets up and down her thin legs. Even her makeup was complimented by red and she'd certainly stand out now. A small bag hung off her shoulder, containing her cigarettes, cracked phone, and money (not that she'd be buying herself a drink). Instead of taking her bike, Flynn would call a Lyft to take her to a night club. While she waited, she smoked again, her head already light after pre-gaming at home with Jack Daniels.

When she arrived at Carpe Noctum, the pound of music from within the walls finally brought a small smile to her face. She needed to let off the steam, maybe even with someone else tonight.

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RIDDLEY STORM

It wasn't Riddley's first time in a hospital, but it was her first time in a hospital as a superhuman. She thought that maybe her powers would give her a bit of an edge on the healing front... However, that was not the case: with each check in from the doctor, it grew more and more clear that she would get better at about the same rate as any other healthy, young woman. Life's a bitch, she thought, contemplating her multiple broken ribs and punctured lung and the next several weeks of healing. She shifted uncomfortably in the hospital bed, thankful that at least discharge wasn't long off. She didn't want to stay trapped in bed after the events earlier--especially with doctors expressing interest in her as a super case study.

Legion was really using Riddley for all she was worth after just one day. She had saved Flint and his sister, with her help of course. While confident it put her in good standing with Legion, she doubted trust came with it. Riddley did good, but she was still a powerful individual, and Legion was more interested in controlling people like her than they were in building trust. She wanted to talk to Adora, who was no doubt stuck in Legion's custody. She couldn't say the woman had guts or even particularly high intelligence, but she did have power--and Riddley wanted to make allies with people like that.

She turned her head toward the window, and longing swelled in her heart. It was such a nice day full of fresh air, but the air in the hospital was so stiff. She looked around her white walls, then back to the blue sky. Riddley needed to take a walk. With a pained groan, she slowly sat up and then slowly stood up. "Oo-oo-oooh," she whined as she stood to her full height, her face twisting in pain. She took slow and deep breaths as she tested how well her ribs and lungs were healing. Annoyingly average, she decided, before slipping on the plastic sandals provided by the hospital. She would slowly make her way outside, making a point to walk straight and tall so staff wouldn't dare stop her.

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Flynn Holmes | 25 | ♀️

ABOUT

FULL NAME: Piper Flynn Holmes
ETHNICITY: White / Japanese American
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
RELIGION: Agnostic
OCCUPATION: Mechanic

APPEARANCE

Flynn doesn't take up a whole lot of space--she stands at an average 5'5", but she's also rather thin at only 115 lbs. A combination of smoke, sleepless nights, and rarely the motivation to eat keeps her rather small even as a young woman. She has a pale complexion as she's most active at night and brown eyes with subtle flecks of dark green. At work, she's easily mistaken for a man covered in grease and hiding her figure under a baggy uniform. But when she's not at work...well, about the same. Her short dark hair doesn't help, either, but it's the most manageable. It's common for her to skip out on heavy makeup and feminine clothing in favor of comfort and practicality. When she does feel like performing the part of a woman, it's at a late night bar or club.

BACKGROUND

Flynn's home life wasn't the best growing up: while her family was relatively well off, her parents fought a lot. Perhaps it was the consequence of marrying young and in rebellion of those who might have known better. Maybe it was her father's drinking habit or her mother's interest in other men. Whatever it was, Flynn was only happy at her youngest, unaware of the problems of her parents. As she grew older, she grew rather distant to them both. Her interest in school was nonexistant by middle school, and she was one of the kids already experimenting with drugs, sex, and alcohol.

In high school, the problems only escalated. She would be caught for minor crimes--vandalism, trespassing--and tried as a minor for slightly more serious ones involving damage to property and using. However, she wasn't stupid, and adults could see it. She never stepped too far into delinquent life. She did the absolute bare minimum she could to pass each year, and even took on a couple extracurriculars since it meant more time away from home. However, she never graduated high school.

In an affair gone wrong, Flynn's mother was killed. Her father put away. The other man gone without a trace. And Flynn was suddenly at the mercy of the foster care system. She bared abuse and neglect that often comes to foster children for a couple years until she finally turned eighteen--it was the summer just before senior year of high school. Deciding graduating wasn't worth being tossed around in the foster system for another year, she packed a bookbag and left everything about her childhood behind her.

Now, for the last several years, she's been working as a mechanic in Atlanta at one of the few locally owned and operated shops. When she arrived at eighteen and lost, the owner and manager took pity on her. He helped her learn the trade, make the money to rent her own place just outside the city, and even gave her more than three strikes in tardiness, attitude, and other things. However, her professionalism has always been called into question. And now, with that sweet old man retiring soon, she'll be at the mercy of his son who has a clear distaste of her. Should he take over, she'll have to find another job.

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Flynn Holmes

Flynn Holmes | 25 | ♀️

FULL NAME: Piper Flynn Holmes
ETHNICITY: White / Japanese American
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
RELIGION: Agnostic
OCCUPATION: Mechanic

APPEARANCE

Flynn doesn't take up a whole lot of space--she stands at an average 5'5", but she's also rather thin at only 115 lbs. A combination of smoke, sleepless nights, and rarely the motivation to eat keeps her rather small even as a young woman. She has a pale complexion as she's most active at night and brown eyes with subtle flecks of dark green. At work, she's easily mistaken for a man covered in grease and hiding her figure under a baggy uniform. But when she's not at work...well, about the same. Her short dark hair doesn't help, either, but it's the most manageable. It's common for her to skip out on heavy makeup and feminine clothing in favor of comfort and practicality. When she does feel like performing the part of a woman, it's at a late night bar or club.

BACKGROUND

Flynn's home life wasn't the best growing up: while her family was relatively well off, her parents fought a lot. Perhaps it was the consequence of marrying young and in rebellion of those who might have known better. Maybe it was her father's drinking habit or her mother's interest in other men. Whatever it was, Flynn was only happy at her youngest, unaware of the problems of her parents. As she grew older, she grew rather distant to them both. Her interest in school was nonexistant by middle school, and she was one of the kids already experimenting with drugs, sex, and alcohol.

In high school, the problems only escalated. She would be caught for minor crimes--vandalism, trespassing--and tried as a minor for slightly more serious ones involving damage to property and using. However, she wasn't stupid, and adults could see it. She never stepped too far into delinquent life. She did the absolute bare minimum she could to pass each year, and even took on a couple extracurriculars since it meant more time away from home. However, she never graduated high school.

In an affair gone wrong, Flynn's mother was killed. Her father put away. The other man gone without a trace. And Flynn was suddenly at the mercy of the foster care system. She bared abuse and neglect that often comes to foster children for a couple years until she finally turned eighteen--it was the summer just before senior year of high school. Deciding graduating wasn't worth being tossed around in the foster system for another year, she packed a bookbag and left everything about her childhood behind her.

Now, for the last several years, she's been working as a mechanic in Atlanta at one of the few locally owned and operated shops. When she arrived at eighteen and lost, the owner and manager took pity on her. He helped her learn the trade, make the money to rent her own place just outside the city, and even gave her more than three strikes in tardiness, attitude, and other things. However, her professionalism has always been called into question. And now, with that sweet old man retiring soon, she'll be at the mercy of his son who has a clear distaste of her. Should he take over, she'll have to find another job.

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Riddley Storm

Just a day ago, Riddley was wearing itchy wigs and struggling to shower daily. Now she sat on a new couch, wearing nothing but a towel for her wet hair, and stuffing her face with overpriced sushi delivered via UberEats. The TV before her tuned to the local news channel as she tried to learn more about Atlanta and its people. She had told him as much when they shared a meal, but that Agent Marrow had balls and she had to admit it. He was shaking in his boots the whole time, but he did confront a dangerous super when he could've just let Legion take her down. Riddley always believed bravery was acting justly in the face of fear. And she had never felt truly brave as she had never felt truly afraid. And now with insane powers and an international coalition behind her, she couldn't imagine anything could frighten her.

Riddley stretched, feeling refreshed and content after her meal. It had been a long time since she could rest comfortably under a proper roof--well, more or less. Her father didn't much believe in comfort. Being too comfortable made people complacent, he'd always say. Despite their wealth, the three of them lived rather humbly when they were altogether. Much to her mother's irritation at times. Riddley smiled lightly as she recalled how different her parents were from each other. Her mother took comfort where she could--the woman needed it, her own mind keeping her busy enough for all three of them. She looked over at the counter, where her mother's laptop still rested from when she first arrived at the apartment. She needed to get in there. But she knew the laptop was set to wipe itself if she tried and failed to break into it. Maybe being in Legion's corner, she could find some help as tech wasn't her strong suit.

"...more lives lost last night, again some of our own here at CVV Atlanta..."

Riddley's attention snapped back to the TV. The report carried on, giving vague and unhelpful details about the people involved in another empowered incident. Nothing she couldn't learn from Marrow and Legion. However, the segment used the incident to continue onto politics. Ivy Smoth, a proponent for a registration bill to track, monitor, and ultimately put down supers as needed. Riddley's gaze narrowed as she recalled Flint briefly mentioning it to her, but Riddley found it difficult to care much for politics among humans at the moment. But now that she saw it on TV, with growing support with each violent act, she grew irritated. All the power in the world, and her fellow supers were killing each other over drugs and money?

"Tch." A disappointed shake of her head. That wouldn't do. Riddley was recruited by Flint to stop these assholes, but she was thinking redirection would be more beneficial--not that he had to know that just yet. Supers could and should be on top, not fighting for pointless scraps. And Riddley would do her best to see that they come together to make it happen.

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Flint Marrow and Riddley Storm (Collab with Chulance)

Faster then a speeding bullet, more durable then a locomotive..not really, but the Tesla was nothing to sleep on. After his conversation with Diana Sullivan was on high alert, and it seemed he'd finally had a lead on someone with powers. None other then the woman he was researching earlier Riddley Storm. One of the advantages of his vehicle was it's anonymity since it didn't make sound. "So this is where she's most likely hiding." Flint parked the vehicle, and gripped his weapon. He'd purposely not called in any back-up, he had ulterior motives in dealing with Riddley. The first thing he checked was his glove compartment making sure he had his wet wipes chemically dosed with sedatives.

He made sure the weapon was in reach, as well as checking for his taser and canister of tear gas. Depending on how this confrontation went he’d need the whole trifecta not to mention his back-pack. He tossed both straps over his arms, and turned his vehicle off grabbing some binoculars laying on the dash board. “Let’s see if my hunch paid off.” According to his research from his brief investigation it seemed she was moving in camera blind-spots, and with his knowledge of the city he’d pulled up to the most likely location where she could be within the vicinity of the man who was killed by her power.

“Come on baby come out, we need to talk.” He muttered to himself once again checking to make sure his tesla was completely off.

When Riddley had first arrived back at her safehouse--a small and empty warehouse more comparable to a shed than house--she undressed and burned the clothes she had been wearing during her shenanigans earlier. While she wanted to follow up with a proper shower, she settled on wiping the soot off her face and hands with a wet rag before dressing again. She wore plain but comfortable clothes: light jeans, a t-shirt, boots that were heavy enough to break toes but not so heavy that they slowed her down. Under the back of her shirt, a handgun with ammo to spare in her bag. To top it off, she hid her bright hair under a plain brown wig and her eyes with large sunglasses. It would have to do until she made it out of Georgia.

She managed to pack light: she was wearing her spare change of clothes, so she only packed her mother's laptop in the book bag she had. A few products for hygiene were already to go along with a few hundred remaining in cash. Riddley took one last look around the warehouse and decided against setting it ablaze. They would no doubt figure she had been there, whether or not she destroyed what little evidence was left.The hair under her wig was still damp when she was ready to leave.

Riddley glanced to the watch on her wrist; it had maybe an hour after the man's true time of death. She didn't put enough faith into the feds, nor local law enforcement, to expect anyone to be outside to confront her. She had heard no movement outside anyway, save for the usual sounds of a city in the evening. So, confident she was about to make a clean break, Riddley took a sigh of relief and stepped out into the open.

Flint was bidding his time wisely, and getting ready to act, hoping he'd made the right move. "There she goes, time to handle this." Flint turned his silent vehicle on, and turned the volume knob up to the maximum. "Let's go Flint." Reaching in the back seat he grabbed a riot gun and put the tear gas canister in the center. He fired the tear gas cannister right in-front of Riddley, and turned his volume up to max, before playing a pre made recording. "YOUR UNDER ARREST!!!! DO NOT ATTEMPT TO RESIST! "

Zooming forward into the smoke screen, he tossed the riot gun in the back-seat, and tossed his back-pack to left him on the driver side floor mat. As the recording turned off he swerved through the smoke near Riddley. "HEY!!!! If you want to live and get away hop in my car now!!"

Riddley's gaze snapped to the cannister just as landed in front of her, then about at her surroundings to find the source. However, the smoke erupted too quickly, and she groaned--sounding more annoyed than panicked. "Oh come on," she complained, squinting and shielding her mouth and nose into the crook of her elbow. How did they find her already? She coughed, starting to move back toward to the warehouse she had come from-- when a car appeared in the smoke.

She squinted at the driver, debating whether or not to follow his oh-so kind suggestion. Her eyes were watering from the tear gas and she could barely see, and it was growing harder to breathe. She glanced back for her former safehouse, then back to the figure of the driver she couldn't make out. "Fine, okay--" she coughed, grasping for the door handle twice before successfully opening it and sliding in. "Drive, drive, drive!" she said, door barely closed after her.

"Shit" He floored it pressing his foot against the gas, and driving as fast as possible to get away from the situation. I can't believe it worked I'm really getting away with this, everything according to plan "We're going we're going!" Within a few minutes they'd made their way out the smoke screen and Flint was doing at least 80mph despite being in a residential area getting out of the smoke screen he could see the effect the tear gas had on her. "Damn it, you really need to stop learning to mind your damn business! Shit isn't safe for people like us anymore! " He said implying that he was one of them as he kept racing down the streets in the Tesla, reaching in the glove compartment he grabbed some wet wipes handing them to her.

Riddley stayed low in the backseat, but raised her head just enough to look through the the back window. Removing her sunglasses, she watched as the smoke screen and warehouse disappeared quickly behind them. She squinted a bit, worried about the lack of pursuers, but was ultimately relieved as she sat back in the seat. She coughed and shifted where she sat, allowing herself time to breathe normally again.

At his criticism though, she rolled her eyes and shook her head a bit. It seemed like he was talking about her scuffle in the alley. "I couldn't do nothing--and I didn't know he had powers," she said. She added a "thank you" when he passed back some wet wipes. She took the moment of safety to shrug off her book bag and wipe her face clean.

"Who are you anyway? Why'd you jump in and save me?" she finally asked when she could properly breathe again. She glanced to his mirror then around the inside of the Tesla.

And now comes the hard part huh, well I've made it this far. Flint was focused on the road as he was zooming through the streets, he had her trust, but trust wasn't going to be enough to protect him from getting burned to a crisp once she found out he didn't have any powers. "Your welcome, you can thank me more by being safe. My name's Dean." He decided to go with the name of a fictional character who's looks he'd always been compared to, he could see the resemblance but he didn't agree. Maybe his real name would work, but he didn't want to take any chances of her connecting any dots.

In the distance they could hear fake sirens, Flint had Diana call in a fake police report of an empowered individual on the loose just to stop any further suspicion from being aroused. He pulled up in the parking lot of a safe house and turned to face Riddley. "Also one last thing, I'm going to apologize in advance, but one way or another I did save you." Now was time to give up the guise she'd fell for his ploy and used his chemically doused wet wipes so the sedative drugs would begin taking an effect she'd be out in minutes if not seconds.

"Apologize?" Riddley repeated, her gaze still flickering about as she leaned forward a bit. She grew still when she spotted the riot gun. Then her eyes moved to the wet wipes in her hands. And as the realization dawned on her, a smile came to her face. She grinned harshly at him through his mirror, eyes glowing gold for just a moment as she tried to fight the sedative--and then she was out.

"Awhh shit she's gonna want to roast me on fire, come on Flint your gonna need your A game for this one, not like the flirting you did with Amber at prom." He muttered to himself as he watched her succumb to the sedative. "Fuck...." His heart was racing as he'd seen her eyes glow in the rear view mirror. " I was almost a roasted fed, okay, now for the even harder part." He went to pick her up and put her over his shoulder.

“Ugh” He grunted as he kept her over his shoulder. “Heavier than I thought, it must all go to her hips, cause she’s not chubby. The chicks always weigh like 120 in the movies.” He complained to himself about the difference between cinema & reality as he took her inside the safe house. An hour later she would come to hand cuffed to a table in a room with one exit in a dimly lit room with fire proof glass. Outside the room Flint was sitting typing away at his laptop, and saw she was coming to. He reached over and pressed a button allowing his voice to be heard in the room through an intercom.

“Wake up sleeping beauty, sorry about the wet wipes honestly I didn’t think I’d work, but Plan B was riskier.” He reached for his back-pack he carried in the car earlier and took out a fire extinguisher. “So your probably wondering what the hell is going on huh.”

Riddley blinked awake, finding herself sore from resting against such a hard surface. She was still disorientated when the man's voice spoke to her through an intercom, and when she tried to stand, she found herself bound to the table. Frowning, she looked around the rest of the room--it was small, makeshift. She didn't see any of her belongings, but she wasn't taken into proper custody. "Hm," she mused with a twitch of her eyebrows. "What do you want?" Her voice was still groggy from being knocked out.

"Sex." He said with a cheeky smile as he looked at her. "Well that, a corona ice cold bottle no draft, and a cheeseburger I love cheeseburgers, but you can order whatever you want on the menu if your giving it up." He leaned back in his chair and turned his laptop around so she could see he was looking at her file. "So since I'm being honest with you can you do the same for me, and we can both walk outta here on mutual terms. First off real name's not Dean, it's Flint, Flint Marrow, I work for Legion, also work for the CIA just like you use to. Now I really do get in between your leg, but I'm almost 80% positive at this point you just wanna roast me like a marshmallow at a campfire so maybe we can revisit that in the future, so instead how about I save your life again, and you save mine?" He said the last statement in an inquisitive tone wanting to see her response which would dictate how he'd further respond.

Such are men. Riddley rolled her eyes and tugged at the handcuffs as he rambled about burgers and beers. Though she looked back to him when he gave his real name--it sounded familiar--and her gaze hardened into a glare at the mention of Legion. "You're Legion?" she questioned, doubt in her voice. Questions filled her head--she had suspected the only thing Legion wanted for her was a bullet between the eyes. But he had her here alone, taking precautions against her powers rather than simply killing or properly capturing her when he had the chance. Curiosity had the best of her.

"Okay, Flint," she relented. "I'm listening." She shifted to get as comfortable as she could cuffed--he liked to bullshit, so this could take a while.

He was happy with her reaction it wasn't all bad or at least as bad as it could be considering the circumstances, maybe she saw he just didn't want to be a wooden log in a camp fire. "Alright here's the thing I'm not some low grade take orders Legion grunt who gets yelled in if he clocked in at 8:01 instead of 8:00, I'm with the big boys. ." He closed the laptop file feeling as though he made his point and didn't need it anymore. "Your trained in espionage like me so you know I could have put a bullet in between your gorgeous eyes but I choose not to. Legion wants you dead, but I don't. I knew your mother personally, we worked together, it's a shame she died, that's why I need your help." This was it, the selling point. "I can pardon you for the murders not just the Legion agents, the whole apartment, besides one of the guys you killed he owed me $150 dollars he didn't plan on paying back and trust me I know how much we get paid every week he could pay it back so we can write him off. I don't think your all bad, in fact I'm working to stop the registration bill from getting passed. But there's a very dangerous super powered person I'm dealing with, and there trying to take over the Salzaras Cartel, one of the most notorious, if a super powered bastard gets control of one of the biggest drug cartels in the world, we're not just in sheets creek, we're all the way up its ass."

Reaching over he grabbed a bottle of water he had on his desk and took a few sips. "I've got the immunity pardon paperwork in my drawer right now, help me stop this person and you get a fresh start, you'll even get put on salary last I haven't checked indeed recently but I hear the fugitive position isn't paying well these days."

Riddley listened patiently, maintaining a poker face as he went on and on. Despite the wildness that came with power over fire, Riddley was surprisingly cool. Even when he mentioned her mother, she didn't bat an eyelash. "This sounds a little good to be true, Flint," she finally responded, looking to him. "Like you said, I killed three of your men and dozens of innocent people. I can take on another super, no problem, but I have a feeling you're just playing nice to get what you want. What will happen to me after I help you? Paperwork is great and all, but Legion isn't exactly on the books from what I can tell."

"Ah Ah Ah, Legion isn't on the books, but the CIA is." Another cheekly smile popped up on his face. "As for playing nice to get what I want, that's generally what I do with the ladies but I was up-front gotta keep the honesty flowing." He looked over the paper work to make sure it said what he needed. "You didn't kill them it was an "Accident", you understand me. Oh and one last thing before I came in there take off those cuffs Human Torch, I put a little micro chip in your neck and in the event that I wind up as charcoal, our buddies at the CIA just press a button and let the ricin flow through your blood." Although he had put a micro chip in her neck, he'd went against the CIA's wishes, and instead put in a harmless micro-chip it was a bluff, just in case the CIA decided his hired help was too dangerous. "That being said, am I good to come in, and show you the papers, or are you still gonna try to imitate the music video for Nelly's hot in here?"

"Is your microchip fire proof?" she asked, a smile on lips as she tilted her head.

"Damn it, alright look lady you got me beat." Flint sighed, people always told him he was going to Hell, but he really hated fire. Paperwork in hand he made his way into the room with the key to the cuffs and sat at the table. "I'll call the Director to send your first check, or you can yourself." As he said that he stuck the keys in and removed the hand cuffs handing her the paper work." So how about it? Let's stop a deranged super powered sociopath from taking control of the most powerful drug cartel on the planet, and potentially stop an all out war between mutants & humans, I like X Men, but I think in real life you guys as an army is gonna smoke us every time."

"You're right about that," Riddley agreed, watching him as she rubbed at her wrists. She was impressed to see him walk in after all the precautions he had taken, but her eyes remained a passive brown. "Thanks," she said again, taking the paperwork to look it over. She relaxed a bit, her neutral expression and tone allowing some lightness--she felt genuinely relieved that she had a way out. She couldn't have run forever.

After some time, she nodded slowly and snatched a pen from his pocket to sign the papers. "Yeah, I'm in," she said, scribbling her name and date where it counted.

When she finished, she returned the paper and pen. "And it really was an accident," she added hesitantly, watching the other. "I didn't mean to kill anyone."

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm sorry about the cuffs, and I understand if you don't wanna use any of my napkins or drink any of my water." Again trying to diffuse the situation with humor, he'd never been a coward but in this situation he felt real primal fear. Here he was with someone who could literally burn him with her thoughts. "Well I believe you, ever since I read your file that was my hunch, that and I only tracked you down because you set a repeat sex offender on fire." He couldn't help but feel a little bit more relaxed even though he wouldnt' let his guard down. "Come on let's go grab a bite to eat, cheeseburger, steak, tequilla, no panties owed."

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Riddley Storm

The noodle shop didn't have the best selection of food, but it was one of only restaurants Riddley could get to via foot by navigating the blind spots of Atlanta's street cameras. So that's where she ate tonight. While she would usually grab a meal to go, she needed at least a moment away from the safehouse. Spending her mornings, afternoons, and evenings there perusing through her parents' things was draining. She was still struggling to unlock her mother's laptop, which is where she would find information on Legion--if there was any to find. Riddley always thought she could figure out her parents' passwords or keys if she needed, but life wasn't like the movies. There were no cute phrases or important dates that her mother trusted enough to guard her secrets.

Riddley sighed as the bowl of noodles was placed in front of her, the chef with an expectant smile. "Thanks," she offered. That seemed to be what he wanted because he nodded and returned to his place in the kitchen behind the counter.

She dropped the hood covering her short, dark wig and half heartedly ate the soup. Other than the occasional slurp, it was quiet in the shop--Riddley was the only one, as usual. That was no surprise to the woman: the shrimp was slimy and the noodles a little too soft for her liking. There were much better places to get your noodle kicks in Atlanta, but none so out of the way. At least the serving is ridiculously huge, she thought with a shrug. It'd keep her full until breakfast.

One she finally finished eating, she sat there for another moment to let the food settle. She was satisfied enough, and pulled a twenty from her pocket to leave on the counter before she left the shop. The air was fresh and no one paid her attention as she hid her fake hair again and started the trek back to the house. She knew the route well now--it wasn't a direct line, but it got her to and from food and safehouse undetected by Atlanta's cameras. Not that she was terribly worried about being recognized--she had fled New York after all. But it was better to be safe than sorry--especially with an unusual amount of super activity rising in Atlanta.

This was on her mind when she heard a cry for help. Her red brows furrowed and her walk grew into a jog as she looked for the source of the sound, still not deviating from her usual path. She came to a stop when she spotted it--a man with a woman in the alley opposite the street, his hand clamped over her mouth as he held her against the wall. Clearly, he was pushing for something that she wasn't interested in. Anger overcame Riddley like a wave, but she stood straight and still against it. Instead of moving, her gaze flickered about the corners and posts on the street. To help, she'd have to expose herself to the cameras. But if she didn't help...

Well, she decided, she didn't have to expose herself as a Storm or an Invincible. It would one man against a former CIA operative in disguise. So she crossed the street.

Her approach wasn't noticed until she threw the punch, knocking the skinny man off the girl and to the ground. "Go," she said to her, brown eyes never leaving him as he recovered--rather quickly, Riddley noticed with a scowl. Too quickly--Riddley hadn't blinked and she was suddenly on the ground, dazed by a pain in her head. How did that happen? Where did he go? She was still processing when she picked up and shoved to the wall instead. All of this happening as the girl was still turning on her heel to run."Oh shit," she groaned, realizing she decided to confront another invincible. He could move faster than she could see, growling about how'd she regret playing the hero tonight.

He pulled for her hair, only for her wig to slide off and reveal her natural orange strands. Then he noticed her eyes brighten, the dull brown suddenly a glowing gold. Now he realized he was fighting another invincible, and she was pissed. He tried to step back, but she had a grip on the arm still holding her dark wig. He was fast, but she was stronger. He was caught, and she wasn't letting go. First, he felt the heat on his arm, and then he saw the flames. "Oh-- Wait, no, no, no!" he pleaded desperately against the burning pain.

Riddley couldn't help the cruel smile that came to her face as the fire grew around the man. He remained trapped in her iron grip as the flames consumed him as he screamed. Now, proper cremation usually takes at least 2 hours to complete, leaving nothing but gravel in place of flash and bones and teeth. But Riddley wasn't a furnace and she wasn't weak--she didn't have a limit. Practically vaporizing the man, she had nothing left to hold onto after a couple minutes. The wig he gripped, his clothes, and body was gone--just a few pounds of ash on the ground instead.

The girl was smart, gone without a word of protest. But Riddley still stood there, catching her own breath after having made the most of the oxygen in the alley. "Dammit," was all she could muster up, though she still had a triumphant smile on her face. In a futile effort to protect her identity, she did not even glance at the street cam. she knew was watching. Instead, she pulled her hood back up and quickly fled to the blindspots again. She guessed she'd have a few hours at most to return to the safehouse and decide on her next move.

Invincible

Riddley Storm | 26 | ♀️

About

ETHNICITY: White American
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
RELIGION: Atheist, or at least doesn't care
OCCUPATION: Former CIA Senior Operative Legion solider

APPEARANCE

Riddley is tall for a woman at 5'10" / 178 cm and strong with muscle, weighing it at about 165 lbs / 75 kg. At a distance, that is the first thing people notice about her. With a closer look, her red hair and freckles dotted across her fair face and body are more obvious. She has plain brown eyes, though they burn gold when she uses her powers. Once upon a time, she wore expensive clothes and spent time to do her makeup and hair--but now she makes a point to dress down to avoid standing out. She opts to throw her straight hair into a ponytail over proper hair styling and she's rarely caught with makeup on.

ABILITIES

Pyrokinesis. Riddley can create and control flames, and that comes with some perks besides the obvious: she's immune to fire and can't be burned by extreme heat. She's grown rather comfortable in warm weather and tends to have a higher body temperature than her human counterparts. As for the strength of her power, it's quite high and potentially difficult to control.

BACKGROUND

Riddley was never given a moment to rest: her parents were both powerful, driven people with lofty ambitions for her. From a young age, she was put into a variety of extracurriculars to push her to grow into a better person. She dabbled a bit in the arts, but her parents were relieved when she didn't show much serious interest in creative pursuits such as music or painting. Instead, she was drawn to things that truly made her stronger: martial arts gave her a physical edge on others and second or third languages a mental one. Even with these things taking up her personal time, she was incredibly studious and popular in (private) school--topping other students in grades and sports, even captaining the girl's soccer team in her years as an upperclassman. Riddley Storm was a force to be reckoned with, and university only made her better.

With her parents in government, Riddley was also interested in that route and her college choices reflected that. She even graduated early and stepped up to join her parents in the family business. Both were decorated CIA officers, her mother known for her leadership and her father his ruthlessness. However, she wasn't fully aware of even these vague details until after their recent deaths/disappearances.

Of the millions to vanish, Riddley and her father were among them. Of the few that returned, only Riddley was among them. She was thankful to at least have her mother, but even that didn't last long. After the first incidents and appearances of super powered humans, Riddley's mother was one of the first to act. Her mother wanted to take a tactful approach the new Invincible: being too aggressive against superhumans didn't seem to smart. And relations between the Invincible and humans would no doubt be strained--she didn't want that for her daughter. But being smart doesn't guarantee anyone's safety. In a confrontation with one of the Invincible, Riddley's mother was killed. Governments had discovered the supers, and not long after that, the public did, too.

As an operative and someone who had been vaporized, Riddley was on the government's--and consequentially--Legion's radar. She was confronted while her head still spun from losing so much in so little time. One of the many empowered incidents erupted in her own apartment when her powers manifested. As far as the public is concerned, Invincible Storm destroyed the apartment complex, the people living there, and the three local officers who confronted her over a noise complaint. The truth is that Riddley destroyed the apartment complex, the people living there, and the three Legion soldiers who tried to capture her.

Just a couple weeks later, Riddley is lying low in Georgia. While someone else in her shoes may have fled the country to hide in South America or East Asia, She seeks more than to simply survive. She wants to stand up against Legion and her former allies. Unlike the humans around her, she's powerful--all of the Invincible are. They can usher in a new world order with the strong at top the food chain. So, like a fire, Riddley Storm will consume all that's thrown at her in order to grow.