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Big Trouble In The Big Apple: A JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Roleplay. (CLOSED)

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Noble Arms - The ASEAN War [Moved to New Thread]

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Sison Auditorium, Municipality of Lingayen - 9/30/2022, 14:35 UTC+8

In one corner of the Sison Auditorium, adjacent to the makeshift medical bay, an area had been partitioned off, within which a familiar bubbling ooze ebbed in a small pool. In the center of that, Qingshe continued as she had for the majority of the past few days. As far as she was aware, bar none, she was the most powerful healing-capable Arms Master in the city right now, and she was planning on holding onto that reputation. A triage had been set up, and into it flowed a seemingly endless number of patients at nearly all hours. The line stretched far out of the base, as soldiers and civilians alike availed themselves of her service.

The Snake didn't really find herself inconvenienced by petty needs like "sleep" these days and so had continued her task diligently long into each night and right into the following mornings. A round the clock rotation of Philippine soldiers kept watch over the proceedings, maintaining order and ensuring no-one desperate or impatient stepped out of line... or in the thankfully fewer cases, took up a fairly racist response the moment Qingshe's Chinese descent became apparent. Not that Qingshe was inclined to take offense if they wanted to avoid being benefitted by her treatment. She wasn't paid enough to care about those that bit the hand that fed them. Though, to be sure, she didn't delude herself into thinking these soldiers weren't also there to ensure she didn't pull any "funny business". Not that they could stop her if she did, but she respected the thought behind it and wasn't inclined to justify that remaining note of wariness, even in spite of what she'd done for them so far.

The devastation of Lingayen was... something disheartening and impressive to behold in equal measure, she idly mused, as with she slowly dipped the lower body of another poor soul into her shadow. Ah, perhaps "misfortunate" was a better way to word it?

Either way, the squirming soldier was missing his legs from the knee-down, courtesy of Tian Fei's molten flow. He was just one of the unlucky few close enough to get "clipped" by the calamity before someone else could pull him out, and the experience had left him with two cauterized, blackened stumps of useless meat. In another sense, he was pretty lucky too. He'd been evacuated alive where many of his comrades had not, and he was here now, with her, one of the few equipped to rectify this injustice.

Just as she had for so many before.

Her patient had already stopped squirming in unease and lingering aching pain, as she cut off all sensation below the waist, the soldier looking somewhat bug-eyed while she worked. DNA was a fascinating thing really. Even a single molecule of it was enough to have the literal blueprint of its origin within the palm of your hand. DNA was functionally a USB-drive that was simply so insanely compressed, it was difficult to read. For all too long humanity had lacked so severely methods of reading that drive. Even today, they ultimately lacked in the grand majority, even with her own contributions to advancing the cause of science... But even so, in those cases that success was achieved? Wonders and horrors were abundant; she knew so most viscerally.

She started with a spot of amputation. Ruined flesh was scoured away unseen and unfelt beneath the buzzing ooze, as she peeled away the impeding scar tissue and exposed raw muscle and melted bone. The ruined flesh was examined, judged and disconnected, boiling off to be subsumed.

For her, DNA was an open book. Once you got down to it, once you converted strips of DNA structures into raw data... it was as easy to decipher as reading text off a screen. But even for her, making use of that level of hyper-compressed data "file" wasn't trivial. Every living creature was ultimately different. Each had their little quirks, their imperfections and occasional lotteries. Just because she "understood" a single human didn't mean she fundamentally "understood" them all, even in spite of having deciphered the "ideal" blueprint of humanity. When it came to manipulating flesh, for all that she had something of a cheat code, it wasn't as trivial as a whim to do so. To do so carelessly was to invite disaster, for the human body could be a truly finicky thing, willing to go to war with itself over utter rubbish.

She already had his "blueprint". She'd had it hours ago, a drop of blood donated to her to begin analysis hours prior, just like each patient she could afford to. Given her multitasking capacity, it saved a radical bulk of time, allowing her to perform the analysis for future patients long before she needed to see to their wounds in person. Of course, the most critical cases, she would take immediately, but where she could, she preferred to pace things.

So it was that now, having already reached a point of the analysis where she could outright clone a new meat-suit of this soldier, she was able to begin simply generating replacement parts for him now to be integrated, like servicing any form of hardware one might be inclined to name.

That was why things like allergies existed. That was why cancer existed. That was why the body would reject perfectly good organ transplants and blood transfusions, just because a single line of "code" was out of alignment. That was why human DNA was so petulant that -moral or religious considerations aside- if one had no choice but to propagate the species with too close a relative, they invited disaster. Frankly, she posited, that was why humanity was growing so increasingly prone to genetic disorders, because when you really thought about it, on a grand scale, over millions of years, humanity was still inbreeding as a whole in some form. The species was naturally degrading in endurance, strength and lifespan. Noble Arms had thrown a wrench in the works, but... they were far from natural and didn't address the root issue: humans didn't live as long. Not because they killed each-other, but simply because they were built to fail. Humanity was flawed as a species, not culturally or spiritually, but on a fundamental biological level, and all too few seemed to realize that.

She took note of several scorched pits that had made it into the pubis bone and swiftly decided that the patient's entire mobility structure was in need of overhaul. Her amiable expression remained unchanged, as she silently peeled away the entire pelvic structure and began replacing everything involved and below. Bones with refurbished red bone marrow sprouted from the abyss and linked into ligaments, before being swiftly sheathed in muscle and nerves. The man's rather crippled reproductive organs were refurbished, as a film of skin layers was soon laid down. And then, because she was feeling nice, she rebuilt the tattered remains of his pants into a replica of the military grade garb she'd already scanned on many a fellow.

Her smile widened a touch, a hint of smug satisfaction warming her heart, as she began to reconnect the man's nerves and raise him from the ooze. The soldier gasped and twitched, as feeling was restored to a body wiped clean of agony. Qingshe knew that though he'd not be able to tangibly perceive it yet, his lower body was a refined thing of borderline perfection, honed to a wire's edge and more resilient to losing that edge in the long run. If all went well for him down the line, she expected this soldier would age into the sort of old man that could still in his 90's kick the ass of someone the age he was right now... as long as he used his legs. She knew it was a petty little enjoyment, but she would never get tired of sneaking little "improvements" into wherever she was allowed to operate on her patients. Acknowledgement was far from necessary. She would be gratified knowing that for every person she healed, that was just another small contribution to the refurbishment of humanity's tattered genetics.

"Feeling better, Private~?" she grinned and waved off his thanks, ushered him towards his comrades, who swept in to help haul the man to his new feet and get him over to another mundane medic for an additional health inspection. Turning towards the next in line, this one a civilian with an arm in a sling, she grinned in as nonthreatening a manner as she could resist and curled her fingers beckoningly, chuckling at their widening eyes. "Next~!"

With a hesitance that seemed to be growing more sparse the longer her healing vigil persisted, her next patient approached, and Qingshe could honestly say she looked forward to stoking that little spark of hope within them as she had so many before.

And in her head, another chip landed upon a scale currently towering above its mirror, a tremulous thing practically glued to the ground.

She idly wondered if her altruism would ever outweigh the necessities required to grow her into the person that could accomplish them.

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Audience Hall, Sison Auditorium, Municipality of Lingayen - 10/11/2022, 6:04 UTC+8

Fiddling with a personally cut diamond, just a portion of her spoils from looting the remains of Tian Fei's temper tantrum, Qingshe observed the ongoing briefing while lounged leisurely upon a seating of her own making in the auditorium's audience hall, plush green cushions and armrests a sight for sore eyes among a sea of clinical, mass-produced seating options. Her shadow, from which the seat protruded, ebbed around the hem of her dress that still brushed the floor.

The newly-promoted First Lieutenant was clearly agitated, and the reason wasn't too hard to guess, even if the results were a bit irksome. Once the battle had concluded, many of the volunteer Arms Masters had drifted away, some helping with the rebuilding efforts and others merely taking a share of the obsidian and diamond mined from the volcano and making good on their escape while they could. Still others had probably been merely recalled by their respective governments, now that the worst of the crisis for their ally of interest was passed. And still others... Well, that was something only Alan Turing probably knew.

For her own part, Qingshe would admit to a touch of idle curiosity about Alan Turing. Personally, she didn't believe he was the first Arms Master... just the first one publicly recorded. That was all, nothing special. That his abilities apparently allowed him to maintain his life well after a century was interesting... but ultimately nothing unique either. After all, she could do that too in her own way, and frankly? She wasn't in a rush. 'Slow and steady wins the race' as they say. She had plenty of time to cross paths with the enigma again in the future, and she wasn't missing much by turning down the opportunity now. Besides, "PR" was more important. Going after him might mean neglecting her healing efforts, and she was better off cultivating social capital at this stage.

Which is all to say that she was certain Noel didn't exactly share those sentiments, mortal as his own lifespan was and having apparently failed to accomplish the directive of his superiors. Honestly though... what were they hoping to achieve with vague instructions like that? Negotiate? Negotiate what, exactly? With what leverage? No-one really understood what Alan Turing's motivations were in this day and age. He was a mystery they couldn't hope to approach with a perfect offer from the word "go". Honestly, it was an unreasonable request to negotiate with him, and Qingshe certainly wouldn't have blamed a subordinate of her own for doing nothing. And she didn't think Noel really needed to be so worked up about this right now.

Especially when that emotionally compromised state wasn't exactly making him put her affiliation in the best light.

Honestly, how was she supposed to react to him just blaring her allegiance to all and sundry. Wasn't that supposed to be relatively need-to-know? At the least, she'd have preferred to not broadcast it pointlessly, especially when he was broadly referring to the QRS as a bunch of "cosplayers"... She smirked. What a... novel and undiplomatic way to refer to someone you were ostensibly supposed to be putting in a positive enough light to go rescue. Did he forget she -their representative- was here? Clearly not. He'd just made a show of spotlighting her role. She wondered what Jin Li's reaction would be to the descriptors being used here in her report.

She was sure it would be mildly amusing... and Zhao's even more so.

Still, she held her tongue, as the briefing continued apace, quietly panning her slitted gaze across the room's occupants on occasion, trying to get a sense of the general reaction to this plan. Overall, it seemed... fairly tepid so far, which was better than some other reactions she could name. She doubted most anyone here was in any particular hurry to help even more strangers, and ones who weren't even getting advertised well at that... Hell, even she wasn't exempt from apathy. In a sense, she couldn't say she particularly cared about the QRS as an entity or their established goals... but they paid the bills, provided her legitimacy -of a sort- and were frankly better than the current Chinese administration by leaps and bounds... Not that the latter was much of a high bar to clear these days.

"Anyway, the Philippine Government of National Salvation and Indonesia are joining forces to relieve the blockade and siege of Mischief Reef," Noel said,

@Letter Bee

Mother of Einstein, she still cringed -if only internally- whenever she heard someone use that name. She didn't know who was responsible for coining it off the top of her head, but she did know that if she'd had any say at the time, she'd probably have had them shot... or something. What an embarrassment. It was a wonder anyone took the Philippines seriously on a national scale these days with an arrogant name like that. Frankly speaking, in hindsight, she'd take being referred to as a "cosplayer" over being thought to have her head so far up her ass she could smell her own self-righteousness. Though... she supposed there was something to being underestimated. Unfortunately, she didn't think whoever was responsible for that abomination was thinking that far ahead, even if the possibility existed that their ridiculous name contributed to China not quite taking them seriously enough to successfully invade.

...But she was letting old, petty irritants run away from her. Shaking her head, Qingshe refocused on the actual strategic portion of the meeting. It seemed to be mostly bog-standard stuff, but... several potential issues were beginning to glare out at her.

Dropping her diamond into the small puddle of ebbing shadow at her feet in a soundless passage, Qingshe hummed and finally deigned to address the matters of tactics and the future. Since the floor was now apparently being opened to questions, she cleared her throat with a little hum and stood from her chair. Smiling winningly, she wiggled her fingers and spoke up, "If there are to be questions raised, I have several interests of concern, First Lieutenant." Her right hand curled into a fist before protruding a false-clawed pointer finger.

"Firstly, of Lotus Squadron. While their performance has been nothing less than exemplary, should we not expect them to recieve any additional air support? If I recall rightly, the Chinese aircraft carrier made it out safely, and they could quite feasibly have restocked with the right motivation and resources." Her head tilted inquisitively, tucking her left arm under her chest to prop her right elbow atop her cupped left hand. "Unless you mean to tell me we shall only experience conflict within Ren Zhao's barrier, I wouldn't discount the idea of the enemy attacking us long before we can reach that oasis. After all, why allow us to turtle up harder when they can just cut us off at the pass?"

A false-clawed middle finger rose to join the pointer. "Secondly, I am hoping to hear that we have some form of backup plan in case the use of this... 'Charter' is non-viable. Naval combat these days tends to occur at rather unfriendly distances, ones outright beyond the curve of the earth at times, so are you certain Miss Lidmann will be able to handle the strain of such engagements?" She cocked a single brow. "If I don't miss my guess, we'd already have to be in the warship equivalent of knife-fighting range for boarding actions to become practical in such a manner. And on top of that..." A small measure of her perpetual amiability was exchanged for a note of displeasure. "We already know the Chinese can and have engaged in information warfare successfully against your forces... when they were in a far healthier state to ward off spies at that. I do not think it outside the realm of possibility that Miss Lindmann could be a priority target eliminated before we get to use her."

Her piece said, Qingshe retook her seat before adding, "I suppose in summation, my concern is that this plan puts too many eggs in too few baskets." She didn't yet voice it directly, but indeed, she internally considered the idea of relying heavily on this new "Task Force Obsidian" in itself to be one of these overstuffed baskets, even in the face of potential Arms Master opposition.

The Wards: A Grimdark Teenage Superhero Story (Rebooted!)

Date/Time: November 11th, 2022.
Location(s): Redline, en Route to Museum of Parahuman History

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As the Director's voice faded with the severed connection, the girl in a blue, faux-armored bodysuit fiddled with her gear one final time, checking the concealed buttons and committing the contents of her utility pouch to heart. "This scenario smells." Personally, Jen felt like that went without saying, but maybe some of her new "comrades" weren't quite so on the ball. Wasn't she generous then for coming out with it? Her voice came through her helmet with a slight electronic twinge to it from the filter, muddying the waters for those that might feel like getting cute about using that to trace her for some forsaken reason. "They don't even know what we're up against, and yet, they're so sure it's going to be a disaster? One that needs..." She briefly counted off on her fingers. "What is it now? Thirteen parahumans?"

Wattson

Her visored visage panned around the occupants of the transport she'd chosen, and with great difficulty, she stopped her eyes from lingering on the fucking Mast- Wilbur, she corrected herself. Or Faeble now. Whatever. As much as she'd personally have preferred not to be breathing the same oxygen as one of... those, she also knew her hatred stemmed solely from an ideological place of spite and... well, probably trauma. Sure, whatever. Her powers protected her from that shit nowadays, so it wasn't like she was... exactly afraid of him. Well, maybe she was a little, in that irrational little animal-hindbrain corner of her mind, unbeholden to reality.

The point was! She chose this transport precisely because she didn't trust the little shit. She didn't know everything about her allies' powers, didn't know if any of them had any sort of defense of their own, but if "Faeble" decided he felt cute enough to try something? She'd be there to put a stop to it. Surely, that was something a hero would do, protecting their teammates? She wasn't being paranoid. Definitely not. This was a completely sensible course of action!

Tapping her armored kneecaps as the transport rolled along, Jen's lips pursed unseen. The more she thought about it, the more she wasn't sure she wanted to "follow the lead" of anyone in a situation filled with so many unknowns. As if any of these people would know better than her how her power was best utilized! The nerve! Regardless, as much as the urge to "ask for forgiveness rather than permission" was strong indeed, she held it at bay for the time being. She could be patient. She could wait. It wasn't like she was rearing to get into fisticuffs with villains for no good reason, after all. She could wait to hear how these lauded, so-called "Guardians" thought she was best used, before she considered going off the reservation. Surely, she was judging them too harshly, right? This could be an easy test of their competence.

Leaning back in her seat, she did her best to bleed some of the tension from her spine. 'Stay, objective, girl. You're safe. Your power will save you. No matter how tits up this goes, you'll come out ahead in the end, just as always.' Yeah... Yeah, this was... fine, right? She was just getting "first day jitters", as it were. That was all there was to it. She wasn't the one whose neck was on the line if this went as badly as everyone up top seemed to think it would. She just had to stay on target, do her part, and come out looking squeaky clean. Easy peasy.

Even so...

"Maybe, the Director didn't quite say so explicitly, but the unknown is often the most dangerous thing you can have to deal with," Wattson continued with a somewhat more productive line of conversation. Backing out didn't seem to be an option in this little trial by fire, so they would just have to make do. "Anyway, any of you played Dungeons and Dragons? Or, I guess, any RPG game with class roles in it?" Spreading her arms, Wattson smiled unseen. "Just think of me as your party Rogue. If you let me, I'll do my best to ensure the path is clear before you dive in, scout things out and see about lessening the number of surprises we have to deal with. I can get in and out undetected. Better still, I can transmit pertinent information back to you in real-time." She tapped the side of her helmet, indicating the comms. "In general? I'm yer' gal for information gathering. That's what I bring to the table..."

She trailed off leadingly. If they were going to make this work, best to get at least a lightning round of strategizing out of the way. She didn't have time to dive into the length and breadth of her power's capabilities... nor was she particularly inclined to share outside of necessity, but "party roles"? That was easier to digest. It gave everyone a place and structure within the unit, and more importantly, it gave this ragtag band at least the barest semblance of the lacking organization that they desperately needed. Frankly, there were too many people involved in this for a bunch that didn't even know each-other, never mind that the Director had said outright that many were complete novices... some -like "V"- more obvious than others.

"Oh yeah, and in case it needed saying before we dive into the shitstorm, like this, you can call me Wattson."

Pariah

Location: Business District/Midtown --> Lab Crisis

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Closing the door of her driver's car, the pinkette young woman groaned, as she slumped languidly down into the cushioned backseat area. Oak-brown eyes slipped closed, as she leaned back, savoring the low thrum of the vehicle's electric engine, a comfortable quiet settling over the private interior, the front seats separated from the back by a divider with a tinted -and currently closed- window set into it. She wasn't in the mood for idle chatter, and VERONICA had clearly conveyed so beforehand to Xavier, the driver, hence the lack of so much as a greeting inquiring on welfare.

Not that she needed the meddlesome old-timer to worry about her, but she supposed it was nice that he cared.

Whether that was because she didn't treat him like garbage... or because she was the reason for his paycheck? Who could say.

"Severance packages delivered," came a familiar smooth, feminine voice with a hint of buzzing to it, much to the pinkette's restrained groan of irritation. The last thing she wanted to think about right now was the hassle the day had been. Too many good workers had been fired today. She would admit that freely, but it had to be done, irregardless of their otherwise laudable competence and technical expertise. Allowing themselves to be bribed for corporate espionage? Divulging company secrets? Could they be any more foolish? She was not in any position to show mercy to those that broke their contracts, and to expect anything else from her was the height of arrogance.

Certainly, some had had their reasons, ones that even made them victims of a sort in all this, but an example had to be made, a no-tolerance policy enforced. And of course, she wasn't going to stop at just firing them. No no, compromising their contracts? Potentially endangering the bank's integrity and reputation? Her legal teams were already chomping at the bit to take them for everything they were worth, perhaps badly enough to take back what they had earned from the company and more. It was nasty business, but it was necessary. In this age of marvels, you couldn't allow a single chink in the armor to fester, couldn't show weakness. Not to the public. Not to your allies and subordinates. And most especially not to your enemies... and the opportunistic worms and dregs writhing beneath the surface of society.

"Excellent work as always," Sighing, Kasumi favored the personal AI's report with a nod, which she knew had been seen of course. Her sunshades functioned as a form of visor, an Omni-Lens, allowing seamless wireless access to The Nexus and projecting a one-way holographic interface for her private viewing on the inner lenses. Naturally, with a personal AI at the helm, modded most especially for security, she had little reason to worry about being compromised... even if she did sometimes wish it was a little more feasible to operate "off the grid" in a productive manner.

"Of course, Ma'am," VERONICA replied easily.

A familiar buzzing from her phone brought Kasumi's attention to the screen with a frown. Swiping through the lock screen, her pink brows furrowed at the general alert of a major fire. Lips pursing lightly, she skimmed several related articles. The disaster in the making was yet ongoing and by no means appearing to be any closer to handled, such was the intensity of the blaze. "A laboratory, huh? I wonder if a chemical spill has anything to do with how the fire got out of hand so quickly..."

"Undoubtably, Ma'am," VERONICA chirped.

Kasumi sighed... again. She seemed to have been doing that a lot today. The (un)natural pinkette shifted in her seat, right leg crossing atop her left. Her newsfeed, helpfully curated by VERONICA for the sake of relevancy, made mention of several other incidents in progress... including a major jewelry robbery. Honestly, sometimes Kasumi wondered if today was just one of those days or if New Haven was always like this... and she simply too busy and ... sheltered to notice it. "Should I be worried about this?" It was a general question but more directed towards the fire. The jewelry was insured... probably, and it was exactly none of her business to be going out of her way to make enemies with the latest flamboyant nutjob on the block.

The holographic image of a brunette secretary, smartly-dressed for an office environment, briefly flickered into the corner of her sunshades' view. "Xavier has already been informed to correct our course. Due to detours, regrettably, arrival to the estate shall be 4.2069 minutes diverged from your arranged schedule." Kasumi rolled her eyes lightly. She wasn't that anal about her time management, but try telling that to VERONICA. The AI seemed to take even understandably unpredictable delays personally. Honestly, Kasumi supposed there were worse quirks for an AI to develop in its lifetime, Terminator homicide tendencies among them. Frankly, she could handle some nagging over punctuality. It was even helpful most of the time.

Regardless... "Belay that directive," Kasumi slowly inhaled steadily and then exhaled sharply through her nose.

"Ma'am?" VERONICA inquired with a tone of confusion and... resignation? It really was impressive what technology could accomplish these days.

"Resume our prior course," Kasumi ordered easily, a wry smile accompanying drooping eyelids. Her own tone contained a spark of resignation, itself. The "did I stutter" went unsaid and would remain so. She didn't even have to repeat herself. She had given her orders, and she knew VERONICA and Xavier would carry them out without fail. VERONICA went silent for a small time, clearly conversing with Xavier, and Kasumi's gaze tracked the world outside, the scenery soon shifting into a familiar route through the city streets. The interior remained quiet once more for a time, disturbed only by the calming thrum for the mostly silent vehicle. The AI certainly had enough processing power to carry out two conversations at once, of course, but there were no more inquiries to be had. An AI of such high quality had plenty of pattern recognition to spare to see where this was going.

The crowded sidewalks passed by without incident, as the car navigated the city streets, citizenry hardly sparing the vehicle any more attention than they would any other. As intended, of course. Kasumi may have come from means... but she had long since learned her lesson. Flaunting those means so easily drew attention, and attention drew trouble and enemies, foes and obstacles that could only be dealt with by extrajudicial methods. Therefore, as a rational, productive and law-abiding citizen, it behooved her to make her comings and goings within the same sort of vehicles as any average civilian... within a certain reason, of course.

While the car was a navy-blue affair and generally reminiscent of the average five-seater, it was naturally high-end. She had spared no expense in ensuring the windows were very much bulletproof, never mind the rest of the vehicle. Extensively internally modified as it was, it might as well have been an armored assault transport. EMP shielding was a sensible expense for the essential functions, as was enough horsepower to clear 200 mph on a good day. In addition, it naturally was installed with the capacity to be piloted by an AI -specifically VERONICA- so that she could take over for the "fatally human" driver, Xavier, if need be. Simply put, Kasumi had taken as many covert precautions as she could manage to create the most efficient and robust getaway car she could without getting into Architect levels of bullshittery. After all, the priority was never to fight if she could avoid it. She was a law-abiding businesswoman. It only made sense.

Luckily, as so happened to be the case today, she wasn't expecting a fight.

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Traffic had thinned, as the crisis crept into visual range. Rolling down her window, Kasumi grimaced at the stench of smoke and the acrid scent of chemicals in the air that impacted her senses from afar, her spirit partially manifested beside her to take better stock of the situation. By now, she could see the cordon of law enforcers and emergency responders, along with the various gawkers and news crews stationed outside it, contributing nothing productive to the situation but beady eyes scrambling pathetically for their next fix of excitement as do-nothing bystanders. If anything, they were a hinderance, wasting the trained professionals' time and energy, instead of leaving them to actually help the people in need.

"Filthy hyenas," the pinkette scoffed, as Xavier turned them perpendicular to the masses. His read of the situation was in accordance with her own it seemed. They certainly weren't driving through that useless mass that was wasting whatever oxygen the fire wasn't inhaling, at least not without making a serious scene to clear the way. But that was fine. Calling through the dividing window, she said, "I'll depart here, Xavier. In the meantime, feel free to find somewhere quiet to wait things out. Pick up a snack if you like. This may take a while."

The transport slid to a buttery-smooth stop, and Kasumi disembarked promptly, shutting the door behind her and straightening her light grey suit-jacket and purple tie. The car pulled away with the almost frightening silence electric vehicles were often prone to, practically a ghost underneath the clamor of the crowds and the chaos of the calamity. Striding through the crowds towards the cordon, the pinkette made little attempt to be polite about it. While she was hardly shoulder-checking people, if they were in the way of her beeline, her presently invisible spirit quite firmly and inexorably moved them with a guiding hand on a shoulder or otherwise.

Approaching the officers briskly, Kasumi reached into her pocket and drew out identification, more specifically her license card as a registered Noble. "I'd say good day to you, but I can't help but feel it would be misplaced in the present circumstances. So, let's skip the pleasantries, officers. There's people in need, and I'm licensed to help them." So spoke the young woman in casual business attire, as pink petals began to peel off the palms of her hands. "Point me to the problem areas, and I'll handle the rest, lighten your load." The smile she shot them wasn't her "winning" PR best, but instead a facade of humble, cautious optimism, designed to stoke hearts to "do their best" in a seemingly hopeless situation. She didn't feel a whit of what she was projecting, of course, but the job of a "hero" was to save hearts as much as lives.

And Kasumi was a prideful sort. She knew it well, but she couldn't help it. The only things in life worth expending effort on were those one intended to do well. Not just well, but to an exceptional standard. It was a completely unnecessary responsibility she was foisting upon herself at times, but she was nothing if not committed to doubling down once she finally decided to become involved. So it had been in the past, and so it would be today. The possibility of genuine failure wasn't even a consideration. She decreed it.

Pariah

Senbonzakura

Name | Kasumi Steward
Alias | Senbonzakura
Age | 23
Gender | Female
Appearance | 5’8”/172 cm - 135 lbs - curvaceous and athletic build - pale clear skin with no distinguishing markings or tattoos - chin-length, wavy pink hair (dyed from black, she claims) - brown eyes.
Notoriety | Noble.
Danger Level/Variant Type | Class 3 Mentalist/Architect

Abilities |

Guardian Projection

Spectral Guardian
Kasumi can conjure a flying spiritual humanoid projection, which issues forth from her body up to 5 meters from her position and acts according to her telepathic commands and desires. This "spirit" is semi-sentient to some degree in that it can act to fulfill its user's will even without her conscious input, defending her even when she is otherwise unable to personally command it according to both what it knows of her desires and what it can personally perceive. The spirit knows everything Kasumi knows and vice-versa, the two flawlessly sharing senses and perspectives at all times. One must not mistake the spirit for a personage, however, as it is merely an extension and expression of Kasumi's own selfhood. The spirit is extremely fast and dexterous, enough to perceive and react to supersonic targets. In terms of raw core strength, it is not incredibly strong but is still notable to a dangerous degree, sitting at peak human. It has enhanced senses and has protection against those senses being overwhelmed by overstimulation and sensory attacks.

The spirit is pseudo-physical and can selectively interact with the world according to Kasumi's desires. The spirit is unable to be affected by any non-spiritual phenomenon and has a high resistance to even those, able to tank the equivalent of diamond-shattering force with only a "bruise" to show for it. This selective tangibility is arguably its most underrated strength, allowing it to interact with the insides of objects without being waylaid by the outside, turn invisible, act as pseudo-armor by overlaying Kasumi's body and even allow her to fly using the same "overlaying". This, in effect, can make either the spirit itself (or Kasumi while "wearing" it) a borderline immovable juggernaut. While "overlaid", Kasumi benefits from her spirit's brand of inviolability and is subsequently shielded from exotic effects like mental manipulation and power manipulation.

Senbonzakura
The spirit has the ability to transform anything it directly, physically touches into Sakura petals under its telekinetic control or remotely revert them. "Direct" in the sense that it can't touch someone's arm and transform their whole body, only the surface of the body that the spirit makes immediate contact with. This is not directly deadly so much as disabling, as severing a leg doesn't cause the victim to bleed out, just leaves the limb mystically detached. Even if reverted without proper reconstruction, it doesn't cause deadly severance, merely leaving a victim/target nonlethally dismembered in a fate arguably worse than death, their body/form somehow functioning normally despite the spacial difference/disconnection. Although, they can be manually reconstructed by being picked up and pieced together like a living puzzle, the parts automatically fusing back once correctly oriented.

That said, any wounds upon severed body parts/target portions still affect the whole. A remotely reconstructed and crushed heart will kill the person it was removed from at range, for example. Transformed targets remain in a form of "stasis", which allows wounds and damage to be temporarily prevented from affecting a victim, granting time for treatment to be delivered. It can also be used to "fuse" broken parts back together to heal wounds by deconstructing something, "pinching" it together and reconstructing it. More indirect uses of the power can be deadly, like drowning someone with petals shoved down their throats.

The petals have the same non-interest in physics as the projection proper and can be destroyed only by spiritual phenomenon, reverting back to what they originally were in a destroyed state. The petals aren't individually strong, but their "mostly inviolable" state makes them very effective barriers if positioned in mass well, even deadly ones depending on how hard they are impacted and if the petals are hit along their flats or edges. They also can thus be used as midair footholds or for pseudo-flight. The spirit is passively aware of the position of every created petal under its control but has no direct sense of their surroundings beyond an ability to "feel things out" with physical contact. Petals automatically revert to what they were transformed from upon getting more than 10 kilometers from their creator, but they do not automatically reorient themselves to reconstruct what they were prior.

One particular technique of Kasumi's is to turn portions of her body into petals and send them away, thus seeding "anchors" from which her spirit can manifest and bypass her normal range limit.

[Gear]
Attire |

Kasumi's wardrobe is one that rides a line between casual and luxury. While on the work daily, she dresses to impress in smart bright tops and black pants and shoes, often with suit jackets and ties. Under more casual (or clandestine) settings, she is prone to comfortable darker clothes. Sweaters, hoodies, men-style jeans and sneakers all have their place and time, favoring navy blues and greys. No matter what her business, she is inclined to cleanliness. Even so, when practicality calls for it, Kasumi is far from adverse to shedding the trappings of wealth for the sake of convenience, and she expresses a preference for sufficient numbers of pockets no matter her garb.

Armament/Equipment |

A fairly paranoid sort due to her wealth and training, Kasumi is nearly always ready for trouble, carrying on her person a concealed pocketknife, extendable baton, pepper spray, taser, hand lighter and her smartphone. As a fairly wealthy heir to upper 10% individuals, Kasumi has access to a variety of resources in the financial, technological, legal and business spheres that she can make use of within a certain reason. Her position demands she not be overly wasteful and financially irresponsible, but she has access to potential bases of operations/safe-houses along with access to a private security team and the ability to catalyze (re)armament efforts. Her family has estates in Midtown, Uptown and Lakeview. Remainder of personal inventory subject to change.

[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation |

Independent. Generally avoids the Variant "culture" but has had some occasional interactions with the Pariah Underground.

Personality/Habits |

Growing up rather isolated and mostly self-dependent, Kasumi is a prideful young woman with a repressed bleeding heart, who seeks to catalyze her personal freedom and security first and foremost. Self-interested and heartless towards those that obstruct her goals, she head-strongly pursues her own well-being and fortunes above and beyond all else, the goal being to achieve a peaceful, stable life in a world of insanity. She is plenty willing to kill for her goals and feel not the slightest hint of remorse after the fact, so long as she can get away with it. A consummate liar and social chameleon, she is nonetheless quickly tired by socialization. An introvert in nature, she has little patience for playing a role contradictory to her selfhood long-term. Her loner tendencies are in large part fueled by her desire to avoid being overt with her powers, seeking the path of least resistance by avoiding attention and the resulting trouble.

All that said, buried within her blackened heart is something approaching redeeming qualities. She does have a sense of empathy for the misfortunate... in spite of able to kill her emotions for her own sake. She is not needlessly cruel, and when it wouldn't seriously inconvenience her in a truly unacceptable way, she is willing to put her neck out for others, particularly the helpless or innocent. She despises drugs and other addicting substances, seeing them as net drains on society and human productivity... to say nothing of how they can twist the mind. In spite of her isolationist tendencies, she is also fairly charismatic when she wants to be and capable of rapidly adapting to changing circumstances. Her analytical mind makes her a dab hand at finding the best ways to synergize her abilities with any allies of convenience she encounters.

Occupation/Trade |

Banking Computer Manager working from home.

Skills/Talents |

• Martial Arts: Practices the brutal art of Muay Thai to a black-belt proficiency and subsequently has a high pain tolerance.
• Firearms: Can handle most firearms safely and competently. She's not going to forget to use the safety.
• Swimming: A strong swimmer capable of towing another person safely.
• High spacial awareness: Misses very little in her vicinity and easily grasps potential environmental assets.
• Resourceful: Has a talent for creativity in combat and can generally intuit her way around most weaponry with a little trial and error.
• Social chameleon and skilled liar.
• Multilingual: For the convenience of her profession, has English, Spanish, Japanese, Chinese and Russian under her belt.
• Financial Guru: Has a very good head for numbers and is very good at identifying market trends and handling finances.
• Tech Security: A necessity in her line of work, she is very good at defending electronic systems from penetration.

Family |

Jason Steward (father). Nodoka Steward (mother).

Background |

Raised in New Haven's Uptown, Kasumi's early life was filled with luxury. Born to the upper 10% to a pair of bankers and investors, financially, she wanted for nothing. The best food. The best clothes. The latest fads in entertainment and electronics. She was educated away from the "common masses", homeschooled for the majority of her life by the best tutors. All these privileges and more would have been easy to take for granted, but Kasumi's parents -even as often absent as they were for business matters- were the practical sort and had no intention of raising a useless lay-about. Kasumi's upbringing, therefore, put much focus on making her feel as though she must earn what she had, and it stuck, churning out an heir that was doggedly hard-working and utterly ruthless when it came to business once she was deemed old enough to begin being involved in matters of family finance.

Kasumi's life was good, and she had no interest in rocking the boat. The matters of Variants did not concern her in the slightest insofar as they were uninvolved with her family's business dealings. (Un)fortunately, she'd not end up with a choice in the matter. As a daughter of fairly wealthy individuals and generally perceived non-Variant, Kasumi at 16 found herself the target of an attempted kidnapping and hostage situation, presumably with the intention of using her to extort money from her family. Those "enterprising" criminals counted among their number both mundanes and Variants alike, and in spite of giving nearly as good as they got, Kasumi's security was lax due to complacency from a lack of incidents and subsequently insufficient. A captive Kasumi was drugged out of her mind to keep her docile, dragged out to an isolated area in the Warehouse District, and nearly subjected to some... far more unfortunate circumstances in her near-insensate haze.

And then there was an explosion of noise and sensation, sending the girl into fits... and that was around when her long-dormant powers chose to wake up, her body exploding into a cloud of petals and freed of the drugged state she had been wallowing in. The girl had no idea what she was doing, flailing in her practically disembodied state, but she managed to mildly contribute to the ensuing chaos. Her captives were entirely caught off guard by the intervention of a vigilante and the formerly non-Variant girl they had grabbed suddenly become a whole lot less containable. Between the two allies of circumstance, the criminals were soon laid out unconscious, and the vigilante was helping the panicking girl quite literally pull herself back together. In the wake of this, the shaking girl found that her hair had turned a violent shock of pink, and to her dread, she could not deny what had occurred. She... was a Variant now, possibly always had been.

Stranded without an easy way to return to the safety of her family's property, Kasumi was forced to swallow her pride to accept the aid of the vigilante as escort and protection for the fledgling Variant. What ensued could have been movie about a wealthy individual getting reality-checked by misfortune, as Kasumi was forced for once in her life to interact with the poor and criminal aspects of New Haven, shocking her with the true depth of the criminal rot that oozed beneath the surface, strangling the light above. Self-centered and apathetic as she was, Kasumi began to feel a sensation she'd not truly developed at length, a conflicted squirming in her head and gut that she could only scowl at. It wouldn't be until long after she finally was returned to her home, till she was swaddled away within her bed that night after a stressful time spent lying through her teeth to the police and her parents about her own part in the events of her rescue... It wouldn't be until long after that when she realized that what she was experiencing was a quailing form of empathy and strange guilt, a desire to do something but not about what or for who. There was a rot in New Haven, and it needed to be dealt with. She really didn't want to be the one to do it...

But would she have a choice? She had just been shown that her disinterest and apathy weren't worth the air it took to convey them if those she was set on ignoring weren't keen to return the favor. That damning thought, among others, is what would see the girl suddenly developing a feverish drive to learn self-defense, to hone her body as much as her mind had already been. She was determined to never again be helpless the way she had been. Her parents humored her newfound drive. Pleasantly surprised, they even humored her desire to attend a more public education soon after gaining her high school diploma. So it was that Kasumi would begin to interact with the masses a bit more in depth, developing social and physical skills to go with her intellectual ones. She would eventually graduate with honors and then smoothly integrate herself into her family's banking business.

Throughout this time to the present, her general disinterest in the plights of Variants in general had not changed, not with a lifetime of habits behind her. And yet, even so, she managed to further soul-search and discover she wasn't entirely as aloof from the issues of the lower class as she might have liked to be. An anorexic sense of empathy and altruism was stoked and developed, and the girl found herself indulging it on occasion when and where it wouldn't inconvenience her ends. She didn't generally engage in "vigilantism" so much as aid those she happened to be in a coincidental position to help.

Eventually, after long consideration, she would stop concealing her powers from her parents, her suddenly pink hair already making such a deception difficult to maintain. After much discussion about their options, Kasumi and her parents agreed the most practical thing for their future security would be for her to register her new abilities with N.O.V.A. and apply for Nobility. As much as Kasumi personally found distaste in the idea, the benefits seemed to wildly outweigh the negatives. And so, she registered, applied, was tested (doing a fair amount of lying/sandbagging throughout said tests) and soon came away with the status of Noble, fully legally endowed to use her powers as she saw fit... within reason, of course. Even after this process, Kasumi did not generally make a habit of overtly flaunting her powers to the public; after all, she had no intention of earning expectations of "heroic responsibility" from those around her. Instead, she had every intention of continuing to catalyze her financial success in life, free of annoying scandals and meddlesome prejudices.

Theme(s)

Pariah

Senbonzakura

Name | Kasumi Steward
Alias | Senbonzakura
Age | 23
Gender | Female
Appearance | 5’8”/172 cm - 135 lbs - curvaceous and athletic build - pale clear skin with no distinguishing markings or tattoos - chin-length, wavy pink hair (dyed from black, she claims) - brown eyes.
Notoriety | None. (has taken pains to conceal her powers from N.O.V.A.)
Danger Level/Variant Type | Class 3 Mentalist/Architect

Abilities |

Spectral Guardian
Kasumi can conjure a flying spiritual humanoid projection, which issues forth from her body up to 5 meters from her position and acts according to her telepathic commands and desires. This "spirit" is semi-sentient to some degree in that it can act to fulfill its user's will even without her conscious input, defending her even when she is otherwise unable to personally command it according to both what it knows of her desires and what it can personally perceive. The spirit knows everything Kasumi knows and vice-versa, the two flawlessly sharing senses and perspectives at all times. One must not mistake the spirit for a personage, however, as it is merely an extension and expression of Kasumi's own selfhood. The spirit is extremely fast and dexterous, enough to perceive and react to supersonic targets. In terms of raw core strength, it is not incredibly strong but is still notable to a dangerous degree, sitting at peak human. It has enhanced senses and has protection against those senses being overwhelmed by overstimulation and sensory attacks.

The spirit is pseudo-physical and can selectively interact with the world according to Kasumi's desires. The spirit is unable to be affected by any non-spiritual phenomenon and has a high resistance to even those, able to tank the equivalent of diamond-shattering force with only a "bruise" to show for it. This selective tangibility is arguably its most underrated strength, allowing it to interact with the insides of objects without being waylaid by the outside, turn invisible, act as pseudo-armor by overlaying Kasumi's body and even allow her to fly using the same "overlaying". This, in effect, can make either the spirit itself (or Kasumi while "wearing" it) a borderline immovable juggernaut. While "overlaid", Kasumi benefits from her spirit's brand of inviolability and is subsequently shielded from exotic effects like mental manipulation and power manipulation.

Senbonzakura
The spirit has the ability to transform anything it directly, physically touches into Sakura petals under its telekinetic control or remotely revert them. "Direct" in the sense that it can't touch someone's arm and transform their whole body, only the surface of the body that the spirit makes immediate contact with. This is not directly deadly so much as disabling, as severing a leg doesn't cause the victim to bleed out, just leaves the limb mystically detached. Even if reverted without proper reconstruction, it doesn't cause deadly severance, merely leaving a victim/target nonlethally dismembered in a fate arguably worse than death, their body/form somehow functioning normally despite the spacial difference/disconnection. Although, they can be manually reconstructed by being picked up and pieced together like a living puzzle, the parts automatically fusing back once correctly oriented.

That said, any wounds upon severed body parts/target portions still affect the whole. A remotely reconstructed and crushed heart will kill the person it was removed from at range, for example. Transformed targets remain in a form of "stasis", which allows wounds and damage to be temporarily prevented from affecting a victim, granting time for treatment to be delivered. It can also be used to "fuse" broken parts back together to heal wounds by deconstructing something, "pinching" it together and reconstructing it. More indirect uses of the power can be deadly, like drowning someone with petals shoved down their throats.

The petals have the same non-interest in physics as the projection proper and can be destroyed only by spiritual phenomenon, reverting back to what they originally were in a destroyed state. The petals aren't individually strong, but their "mostly inviolable" state makes them very effective barriers if positioned in mass well, even deadly ones depending on how hard they are impacted and if the petals are hit along their flats or edges. They also can thus be used as midair footholds or for pseudo-flight. The spirit is passively aware of the position of every created petal under its control but has no direct sense of their surroundings beyond an ability to "feel things out" with physical contact. Petals automatically revert to what they were transformed from upon getting more than 10 kilometers from their creator, but they do not automatically reorient themselves to reconstruct what they were prior.

One particular technique of Kasumi's is to turn portions of her body into petals and send them away, thus seeding "anchors" from which her spirit can manifest and bypass her normal range limit.

[Gear]
Attire |

Kasumi's wardrobe is one that rides a line between casual and luxury. While on the work daily, she dresses to impress in smart bright tops and black pants and shoes, under more casual (or clandestine) settings, she is prone to comfortable darker clothes. Sweaters, hoodies, men-style jeans and sneakers all have their place and time, favoring navy blues and greys. No matter what her business, she is inclined to cleanliness. Even so, when practicality calls for it, Kasumi is far from adverse to shedding the trappings of wealth for the sake of convenience, and she expresses a preference for sufficient numbers of pockets no matter her garb.

Armament/Equipment |

A fairly paranoid sort due to her wealth and training, Kasumi is nearly always ready for trouble, carrying on her person a concealed pocketknife, extendable baton, pepper spray, taser, hand lighter and her smartphone. As a fairly wealthy heir to upper 10% individuals, Kasumi has access to a variety of resources in the financial, technological, legal and business spheres that she can make use of within a certain reason. Her position demands she not be overly wasteful and financially irresponsible, but she has access to potential bases of operations/safe-houses along with access to a private security team and the ability to catalyze (re)armament efforts. Her family has estates in Midtown, Uptown and Lakeview. Remainder of personal inventory subject to change.

[Temperament & Lifestyle]
Affiliation |

Independent. Generally avoids the Variant "culture" but has had some occasional interactions with the Pariah Underground.

Personality/Habits |

Growing up rather isolated and mostly self-dependent, Kasumi is a prideful young woman with a repressed bleeding heart, who seeks to catalyze her personal freedom and security first and foremost. Self-interested and heartless towards those that obstruct her goals, she head-strongly pursues her own well-being and fortunes above and beyond all else, the goal being to achieve a peaceful, stable life in a world of insanity. She is plenty willing to kill for her goals and feel not the slightest hint of remorse after the fact, so long as she can get away with it. A consummate liar and social chameleon, she is nonetheless quickly tired by socialization. An introvert in nature, she has little patience for playing a role contradictory to her selfhood long-term. Her loner tendencies are in large part fueled by her desire to conceal her powers, seeking the path of least resistance by avoiding attention and the resulting trouble.

All that said, buried within her blackened heart is something approaching redeeming qualities. She does have a sense of empathy for the misfortunate... in spite of able to kill her emotions for her own sake. She is not needlessly cruel, and when it wouldn't seriously inconvenience her in a truly unacceptable way, she is willing to put her neck out for others, particularly the helpless or innocent. She despises drugs and other addicting substances, seeing them as net drains on society and human productivity... to say nothing of how they can twist the mind. In spite of her isolationist tendencies, she is also fairly charismatic when she wants to be and capable of rapidly adapting to changing circumstances. Her analytical mind makes her a dab hand at finding the best ways to synergize her abilities with any allies of convenience she encounters.

Occupation/Trade |

Banking Computer Manager working from home.

Skills/Talents |

• Martial Arts: Practices the brutal art of Muay Thai to a black-belt proficiency and subsequently has a high pain tolerance.
• Firearms: Can handle most firearms safely and competently. She's not going to forget to use the safety.
• Swimming: A strong swimmer capable of towing another person safely.
• High spacial awareness: Misses very little in her vicinity and easily grasps potential environmental assets.
• Resourceful: Has a talent for creativity in combat and can generally intuit her way around most weaponry with a little trial and error.
• Social chameleon and skilled liar.
• Multilingual: For the convenience of her profession, has English, Spanish, Japanese, Chinese and Russian under her belt.
• Financial Guru: Has a very good head for numbers and is very good at identifying market trends and handling finances.

Family |

Jason Steward (father). Nodoka Steward (mother).

Background |

Raised in New Haven's Uptown, Kasumi's early life was filled with luxury. Born to the upper 10% to a pair of bankers and investors, financially, she wanted for nothing. The best food. The best clothes. The latest fads in entertainment and electronics. She was educated away from the "common masses", homeschooled for the majority of her life by the best tutors. All these privileges and more would have been easy to take for granted, but Kasumi's parents -even as often absent as they were for business matters- were the practical sort and had no intention of raising a useless lay-about. Kasumi's upbringing, therefore, put much focus on making her feel as though she must earn what she had, and it stuck, churning out an heir that was doggedly hard-working and utterly ruthless when it came to business once she was deemed old enough to begin being involved in matters of family finance.

Kasumi's life was good, and she had no interest in rocking the boat. The matters of Variants did not concern her in the slightest insofar as they were uninvolved with her family's business dealings. (Un)fortunately, she'd not end up with a choice in the matter. As a daughter of fairly wealthy individuals and generally perceived non-Variant, Kasumi at 16 found herself the target of an attempted kidnapping and hostage situation, presumably with the intention of using her to extort money from her family. Those "enterprising" criminals counted among their number both mundanes and Variants alike, and in spite of giving nearly as good as they got, Kasumi's security was lax due to complacency from a lack of incidents and subsequently insufficient. A captive Kasumi was drugged out of her mind to keep her docile, dragged out to an isolated area in the Warehouse District, and nearly subjected to some... far more unfortunate circumstances in her near-insensate haze.

And then there was an explosion of noise and sensation, sending the girl into fits... and that was around when her long-dormant powers chose to wake up, her body exploding into a cloud of petals and freed of the drugged state she had been wallowing in. The girl had no idea what she was doing, flailing in her practically disembodied state, but she managed to mildly contribute to the ensuing chaos. Her captives were entirely caught off guard by the intervention of a vigilante and the formerly non-Variant girl they had grabbed suddenly become a whole lot less containable. Between the two allies of circumstance, the criminals were soon laid out unconscious, and the vigilante was helping the panicking girl quite literally pull herself back together. In the wake of this, the shaking girl found that her hair had turned a violent shock of pink, and to her dread, she could not deny what had occurred. She... was a Variant now, possibly always had been.

Stranded without an easy way to return to the safety of her family's property, Kasumi was forced to swallow her pride to accept the aid of the vigilante as escort and protection for the fledgling Variant. What ensued could have been movie about a wealthy individual getting reality-checked by misfortune, as Kasumi was forced for once in her life to interact with the poor and criminal aspects of New Haven, shocking her with the true depth of the criminal rot that oozed beneath the surface, strangling the light above. Self-centered and apathetic as she was, Kasumi began to feel a sensation she'd not truly developed at length, a conflicted squirming in her head and gut that she could only scowl at. It wouldn't be until long after she finally was returned to her home, till she was swaddled away within her bed that night after a stressful time spent lying her ass off to the police and her parents about her own part in the events of her rescue... It wouldn't be until long after that when she realized that what she was experiencing was a quailing form of empathy and strange guilt, a desire to do something but not about what or for who. There was a rot in New Haven, and it needed to be dealt with. She really didn't want to be the one to do it...

But would she have a choice? She had just been shown that her disinterest and apathy weren't worth the air it took to convey them if those she was set on ignoring weren't keen to return the favor. That damning thought, among others, is what would see the girl suddenly developing a feverish drive to learn self-defense, to hone her body as much as her mind had already been. She was determined to never again be helpless the way she had been. Her parents humored her newfound drive. Pleasantly surprised, they even humored her desire to attend a more public education soon after gaining her high school diploma. So it was that Kasumi would begin to interact with the masses a bit more in depth, developing social and physical skills to go with her intellectual ones. She would eventually graduate with honors and then smoothly integrate herself into her family's banking business.

Throughout this time to the present, her disinterest in the plights of Variants in general had not changed, not with a lifetime of habits behind her. And yet, even so, she managed to further soul-search and discover she wasn't entirely as aloof from the issues of the lower class as she might have liked to be. An anorexic sense of empathy and altruism was stoked and developed, and the girl found herself indulging it on occasion when and where it wouldn't inconvenience her ends. She didn't engage in "vigilantism" so much as aid those she happened to be in a coincidental position to. She kept her powers hidden from everyone, aside from -eventually- her parents, lying shamelessly and without hesitation. She had no intention of being on N.O.V.A.'s radar in an official sense, and she had every intention of continuing to catalyze her financial success in life, free of annoying scandals and meddlesome prejudices.

Theme(s?)

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Pariah (Superhuman RP)

Unreasonable temptation to throw hat into the ring: Growing.

Sovereign's Will: A Fantasy Roleplaying Game. [CONCLUDED]

Location: Western farmstead, Pesti, Kingdom of Kindeance.
@A5G

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So, the mercenary would live for the time being. Veronica nodded simply and followed Matilda's lead, keeping her distance, as the orc roughly escorted the captive guard back to the larger group. Shortly thereafter, the vampire would find herself lurking a small distance from the camp, crouched within the shadows. Her bow was readied in case intervention became necessary, but otherwise, she allowed herself to remain hands-off on the proceedings. This was Matilda's show now, and if it worked out, Veronica was all for a solution that avoided an outright fight.

Sovereign's Will: A Fantasy Roleplaying Game. [CONCLUDED]

Location: Kindeance, Pesti, western farmstead.
@A5G@Remuri

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Veronica and "satiation" were friends with a conflicted relationship. Conflicted in that, as much as she loved feeling that way on the all too rare occasions that she did, she also fundamentally hated what it meant. That she had killed again. More specifically, that she had fed from a sentient being. But for all her morals by comparison to the majority of her... "kind", Veronica was a practical individual. And moreover, she was an assassin. Killing was in her blood in and the spilt blood of others. Those men were going to die today. That was a fact. And they could either water the earth uselessly with their sanguine essence... or it could be put to the task of fueling her. It could be wasted or made useful. The vampire chose "useful".

She wasn't normally one to indulge, especially not while she wasn't even truly "thirsty" in the sense she'd come to know these past few years... but the bodies were right there... with no-one watching... Really, how could she not. And refill her waterskins while she was at it to boot. So it was that she returned to the group all but buzzing internally with energy, a full meal twice over suffusing the undead fibers of her being. Her senses felt that much more acute, and at times, she could almost swear her darkvision was honed enough to make out the barest bits of color even under the shroud of night.

She raised a single brow at the babbling of the captive... mercenary? Hmmm, that made enough sense. Deniable assets. As Yvonne had conveyed, they weren't learning much... but "much" wasn't "nothing". "Well now, that's got me curious about just who this client of theirs is. I wonder if this guy's boss would know," Veronica mused aloud, eyes squinting in consideration. "Seems like something to bring up with them, eh, Captain?" she asked Matilda.

Her gaze turned back to the captive guard, almond-shaped pupils momentarily narrowing to harsher slits. The panic sounded genuine enough, but perhaps torture would loosen his- No, torture was unreliable, no matter what adventure literature would like to convey. Veronica knew, from personal experience even, that when it came down to it, the animal instinct for survival would focus on what the victim thought the tormentor wanted to hear... and not necessarily the truth. The guard could be lying to them, have excellent acting skills and/or be just plain loyal enough to take his secrets to the grave in spite of everything, for professional pride even. No, torture was often just as liable to get you lies than truths, and it got especially dicey if your subject didn't think you intended to leave them alive. They might resist solely to gamble on the idea of being kept around because they judged their own worth alive and in possession of the information they owned to be great enough to stave off the final blow.

He wasn't worth tormenting. Hell, under most circumstances, he'd not even be worth killing... But Veronica wasn't generally in the habit of disobeying the letter of her missions, and the King had said to be clandestine. Could they really afford even more witnesses? "Captain, I think she's got the right of it," Veronica nodded to Yvonne. "I doubt we'll learn anything else useful from him. If we question anyone, I'd say the head of this 'merry little band' is our best bet for answers of actual substance." She gave a knowing glance to the captive and then the orc. The intent was clear. Kill or spare? The vampire had no emotional attachment one way or- No, that was a lie. She didn't relish killing the helpless, even her enemies. The guard was a security risk, but little more. Veronica's anorexic morals said "no", but she was more than capable of killing her capacity to care for a "yes".

"We shouldn't dally too long," she exhaled sharply. "We need to get into that barn."

Sovereign's Will: A Fantasy Roleplaying Game. [CONCLUDED]

Location: Kindeance, Pesti, western farmstead.
@A5G@Remuri

---

Veronica nodded her acknowledgement to Chounan. It seemed he was, as expected, very skilled with a bow. Unfortunately, with only him and her as functional archers in these conditions, it seemed the archery plan wasn't going to work. Or, at the least, it was best kept as a backup option. That was fine. Veronica had honestly considered it something of a long shot, in both the physical and metaphorical sense. Her clairvoyance had limits. Even with complete surprise on her side, the vampire was only confident in being able to kill five or six of the guards, maybe seven at a stretch, with arrows before the remainder might raise the alarm. And it really only took one of them to make things a whole lot messier than preferred.

Her brow furrowed in consideration at Matilda's suggestions, before she sighed. "I had put some thought into those routes, Dame Matilda. However, the whole reason I suggested archery was that there's no telling how good the nightvision of the guards is. For all we know, they could have mages among them with detection magic, regardless of their apparent awareness." She drew a line straight through the formation sketched in the dirt. "If, however, we can pierce their lines, we'll be in the clear. The hard part is getting inside the guard circle to begin with. Past that? We'll be practically home-free. We could approach the remaining guards from behind and quietly eliminate them, and then it would just be a matter of falling upon the remaining sleeping forces."

Cupping her chin with one hand. "Interrogation would be nice, but that runs the risk of the guard making enough noise to be heard by his fellows. Besides which, that might not be time we have, depending on how stubborn he is or otherwise loyal to his employer. Which is to say nothing of the fact that we don't actually know when the next guard shift change is, and we can't afford to wait for it. Because then, we'd be dealing with rested and alert sentries, and our odds become much more harrowing." Closing her eyes, she tried to consider how to make that approach viable. "Perhaps... Hrmm, if we got enough distance? Grabbing a guard quietly, shouldn't be... too much issue. I should be able to avoid any detection magic. One sleeper hold or slit neck later, and I suppose we'd be in... assuming the other guards don't notice anything happening. The chances of doing that quietly get lower if we want to drag the guard away to interrogate, but as long as we get enough distance, I suppose we could find ways to keep them from screaming for help... or out of spite."

Sighing, her palms motioned in the air like a pair of scales. "Capturing a guard... Risk of detection is significantly higher, but we might get information on any secret defenses in the camp. And we could potentially get confirmation that the Prince is actually here without committing. By contrast, we could just kill the guard and work our way around the other ones, before attacking the sleepers. In a conventional sense, it seems the more natural approach, but the unknown will potentially be a factor."

Rocking lightly on her heels, Veronica nodded. "As much as I don't like it, we may need to play this by ear and have faith in our skills." Glancing around the group, Veronica continued. "For my part, unless there are particular objections, I intend to kill all the guards forming the perimeter ring, one at a time, quietly. I can make us an opening and then approach the rest of the sentries from behind in turn and deal with them. If you like, I can leave the first guard alive for you to interrogate, while I eliminate the possibility of the others noticing his absence."

Dropping the stick she had been scrawling in the dirt with, the pale girl retrieved a leather case from the small of her back, drawing forth a shortbow and beginning to check it over. She had already taken the liberty of stringing it shortly after the group's arrival in case they were made right out the gate, but it never hurt to double and triple-check. Satisfied that her bow was strung properly, Veronica placed the case back in its proper place and strapped the bow to the outside of it, ready for swift retrieval. "Either way, I feel eliminating the perimeter forces is important. The last thing we need is to have them attacking us from all sides if or when things go loud in the camp proper."