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What Are You Listening To?

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Well, someone was into her feelings. CJ and Anni were pretty tight once, that was true, but that had all been during elementary school. The fact Anni was still holding onto the fact that she ditched her by the time high school rolled around amused the blonde. There was a small part of her that regretted how she treated her in high school, but given what her life had turned into since her dad’s suicide she basically saw Anni as one of many easy targets that attended Ritman. It was her motto back then; make everyone feel worse than you felt. Wasn’t much different than her current one, either. She snickers before bursting into a laugh as she shook her head. “That’s all you got for me?” she remarks, “I don’t care.” She looks back to Hanna, before anyone else can respond to her little back-and-forth with Anni. “Well, I guess if you’re paying my tab I’ll go order something to eat.” she remarks, almost pausing to say thank you but decides not to before she heads up to the bar with a menu in hand. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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Gowi's Testing Place!

My Hider

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P O L A R I S
P O L A R I S

_{Location: The Raft}

Post #1: His Penance

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“You’re back again.”

Lorna Dane sighs, as the words of the prison guard swung at her like a well placed punch to the stomach.

She thought she’d be used to it by now, but by all consideration she had been having a pretty shitty ten months. She had no love for the bought-and-paid-for prison monkeys, or their comments and prying eyes that latched onto her like magnets.

“I bet it gets real lonely, huh?” The man chirps again. His uniform tags read ‘H. Taylor’. He’s unkempt, the kind of guy that would say something to a girl to make her run as far away as she possibly can. She can’t stand him, even after years of dealing with his remarks about her, Alex, or mutants in general. He’s a racist. He fits right in with the rest of The Raft’s detail. “Man, you’re some girl. Loyal. When are you going to give up on him?”

“Never.”

It had been five years since M-Day, the incident that still had its claws deep inside of her.

Her father, the mutant extremist known as Magneto, had initiated an attack that had ended with his capture and that of all of his accomplices. This included that of her boyfriend, Alex Summers, or as the world knew him: Havok.

The Raft had been built to hold mutants like them. People who were too dangerous for civilized society. People who technically, by legal definition were not ‘human’ so were not privy to ‘human rights’. That was the quiet part that nobody, not even her mentor, Charles Xavier, wanted to talk about. The United States Government hadn’t exactly labeled mutants as non-human, but they hadn’t exactly subjected them to normal due process either. To Lorna, her fathers talk about Nazi Germany echoed in her mind every single time she thought about it and politicians like Robert Kelly or anti-mutant militias like The Purifiers only made the worries cycle faster and louder.

“I wonder what it's like for you. Knowing that he might not ever be cleared for release. Knowing you put him here.”

She didn’t. Not technically. But the words still cut.

M-Day was a battle for the soul of mutantkind. Were they the vicious terrorists that people like Senator Robert Kelly painted them as?, or were they defenders of humanity and mutantkind alike like Charles Xavier and Hank McCoy insisted?

It all climaxed in a final battle between her and her father. Their powers were the same, though their masteries were not at all alike. In an emotional rage she had not quite seen ever, her aloof father had tried to show her how big the gap between their powers were. She still didn’t know if he would’ve killed her, but Alex, who had switched to his side like she had once switched to Xavier’s, saved her. In a way it saved their relationship, vindicating all of her efforts to change his mind. He could’ve avoided his imprisonment in The Raft then and there, but he felt too guilty and desired to face the consequences of joining up with Magneto in the first place. She screamed and cried, but in the end it didn’t matter.

The public story was Polaris and the other X-Men stopped Magneto and the Acolytes. They didn’t know the details.

“I know you like tormenting mutants, but could you do me a solid and fuck off?”

Guardsman Taylor laughs, Lorna grits her teeth and sighs.

This visit was nearing Alex’s re-evaluation period. They probably were not going to give it to him, but that was the thing about hope–they liked dangling it in front of people.

But if somehow Xavier had enough pull that Havok could be released into his care, there’s still a piece of her inside that doubts it’d work. Her relationship had been strained by Alex’s decision and society’s reaction to her–to mutantkind, but if it was another five years she would continue to do as she had done for the last five: every single month she would make sure she saw Alex face-to-face, or behind a sheet of glass, whatever it was, until he was clear and free.

That was her promise to herself.

“Alex…” she mutters, as she sits down in the visiting room, surrounded by guards, waiting for him to finally reach her. “...where are you?”

What Are You Listening To?

OBLIVION

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Not that CJ got all that far from Delton. Still, she can’t be not amused by the circumstances. Had she decided to go inside, she wouldn’t be facing Jack for the first time in years. “Jackie.” she takes a long drag from the cigarette, looking up to the sky and airing it out before looking back at her former classmate, “Wasn’t expecting you to show up, either.” It was almost like she was silenting saying ‘because you bail on everyone and everything in your life’. Jack could probably hear it in her head, like a rattling chain. That was CJ’s intention anyway. Pairing it with her old name for her probably didn’t make the rattle any quieter. CJ didn’t call her JD or Jack or Wilkerson. That had not changed. She finishes her cigarette, tossing it on the ground before stomping it out–all without breaking eye contact. “Turns out, you can actually commit to something.” She turns and walks into the bar without another word. The loud music and the crowd does not bother her. Hanna Whittle screaming across the bar at two of her other former classmates does. She looks over to the table all of her former classmates are sitting at and after downing her drink she decides to head over and give this whole reunion idea a try. “Bumped into Jackie outside. She’ll probably be in soon...” she remarks, volunteering the information, before adding to it after a short pause. “...if she doesn’t dip.” ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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Mass Effect: Harpocrates

Hello, Commander. Welcome to the Harpocrates Initiative. As you know, we have a delicate matter that has caused us some concern in recent weeks that we need handled efficiently and without our names all over it. The Exo-Geni Corporation does not want the Systems Alliance sanctioning our business nor do we want to escalate the situation. In our business, we are about doing things that sometimes puts us in contention with galactic policies and ordinances. We have to. How else will we catch up to the rest of the galaxy? One of our facilities was hit and our property has been stolen from us. You and the rest of your team must see that it is not compromised and optimistically, returned to our hands. This includes important data. Your predecessors tracked down some information. The people behind this attack are batarian saboteurs. We do not know if they are affiliated with the Hegemony or not. We have, however, isolated their location to Faringor–a planet in the Hades Gamma Cluster. You and your operators will have to continue the trail from there. Your cover is only tangentially related to our corporation. To allow us a room of deniability in any actions you may cause in official capacity you contacted us. Any laws you break we have not ordered you to do so, they have been on your own directive. As far as the company knows, you are one of many mercenary groups looking to get a big payday. If you get caught with your pants down know that the Exo-Geni disavows anything you did in our name and that we have no official connections. Delete this message to protect our and your security. Good luck.

^{❯❯❯ Office of Robert Deeds, ExoGeni Corporation Building - Eden Prime}

“I hope they do better than the previous team.”

Robert Deeds’ voice filled his office as he looked outside of the window that overlooked the landscape of Eden Prime. In his left hand was a cup of coffee as his right buried itself in one of his pockets.

“Well, that’s why we put together a team of specialists. Sir.” a female voice utters in response, calm and respectful, “Don’t want to make the same mistakes.”

He nodded in agreement.

“Though,” she began, “Is there a reason you didn’t tell them that they are holding more than our data hostage?”

“I deemed it best to tell them only the essential information.”

“Right.”

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_{Location: SSV Surrender - Team Quarters}

Chapter 01.01: Boots on the Ground

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“Helm to Barracks. We’re in the shadow of Faringor.” The voice of the helmsman came to life, echoing over the bunks of the cramped living quarters they had been assigned, “Report to the Operations HQ. I’m sure Laine wants to give you the 411.”

Avicia Sancrius, Antelmo Águila-Paiva, and Elerlia T'natis must have thought the Harpocrates gig could’ve fared better when it came to the sleep arrangements they had been given.

At least, all of the ‘thrill’ of waiting for them to arrive at their target destination was over. Since being picked up by the ship on Korlus it had been a long warp from the Eagle Nebula Cluster to the Hades Gamma Cluster. But it is what it was. Now it was finally time to get down to business and that meant heading over to the operations room to get the final bits of information about the job and get geared up. Laine Severn and Marivea Sannis were probably already there. Well, if they weren’t getting some sleep themselves in their personal quarters.

The two that ExoGeni thought had the ability to lead the rest of them to get results.

SCENE DIRECTIONS _________________________________________________________ ■ Go over mission plans as directed by your CO. ■ Introduce your character. ■ Once armed and ready, report to the helm. ■ Finally, prepare for landing.

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The blonde takes her lighter out of her pocket with her hand closest to the person who asked her for a light, flicking the flame on with a quick ‘click’ and holding it out for them to use. Her response however, is odd, but it is her sense of humor. “...no.” CJ utters in a dry, monotone. She had looked at the person before her. She didn’t recognize who they could be, but they did look close to her age. Chances are that they were part of the reunion event. “What made you come back.” She asks, more of a statement than a question, though it comes from a belief they were one of her ex-classmates, “Place still sucks.” ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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It had been a long time since CJ had been on Route 125. Her butt planted on the seat of a old Indian Scout she found herself almost back within the shadows of her hometown of Delton, Maine. A place she would’ve never guessed she’d ever return to. Even for a high school reunion. Her High School experience, well, it wasn’t one she thought about often. Her pent up angst often led to her making fun of others. Her best friend from elementary school? She was dogmeat on the first day of High School. The queer kid who got sent to camp to ‘fix’ his homosexuality? Made it a big joke when he came back; even asked him if praying the gay away worked. The pretentious overachiever? Called her names and insulted her intelligence every chance she got. CJ may have been a short blonde girl, but for some she was a little devil. Didn’t really regret any of it, either. A sigh leaves her lips as the big ‘Welcome to Delton’ sign greets her in the face. She drives past it. “...Delton.” A mutter, buried underneath the motorcycle’s engine, “I fucking hate this place.” Route 125 eventually turns into Main Street. Every single building she passes feels like a notched memory, one she hasn’t thought about in years. Some of them she doesn’t want to revisit. Most of them, actually. But if she hated this town so much, why did she fill out the form? Why didn’t she just delete the e-mail and move on in her life? It was a question she could not even answer for herself. Maybe she just needed to see what happened to her. If she bet on the right horse. Rub it in. Feel happy for once. Despite everything going her way lately that was one thing CJ had trouble with: being happy. She hadn’t been happy since before the 7th Grade. Sometimes she wished that was not the case. By the time her motorcycle arrives at her destination, there’s a decent amount of traffic. A few vehicles litter the parking lot and there’s a shuffle to get inside P. Johnson’s. Parking face-forward to the door next to an empty spot she stops for a moment, almost like she was taking in the moment. She cuts the engine, removes her helmet, and stuffs her hand in her jacket’s pockets until she retrieves a lighter from the left and a pair of cigarettes on the right. She presses her back against the wall, clenching the cigarette in between her teeth before the nicotine all settles in. One foot is bent back, pressing against the exterior wall. The other, on the ground. She’s not as short as she was in high school and a lot has changed. She must have looked out of it. With black coats of paint covering her fingernails, a t-shirt of some black metal band underneath her leathers, a christian cross around her neck–but only worn ironically, and faded blue-gray jeans, she doesn’t exactly look the part of a reunion guest. For some reunions were a place to look your best, for CJ… she looks like she doesn't have a care in the world. She feels like she’ll go inside when she’s bored of being outside. Besides, she wants this smoke break. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

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Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

@BrokenPromise I'll have to do some warm ups throughout the weekend. Been a bit.