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Viola hadn't had much time to process what was going on before she'd blacked out, her final thoughts and emotions as she had slipped into unconsciousness being those of fear and panic at what the voice that had whispered to her mind had possibly belonged to. In his mounting fury Percy had remained entirely ignorant of the downfall of another of his associates, being entirely too wrapped up in not having his face and other extremities torn from his body. Kassy's return and subsequent flailing at the beasts had thankfully provided enough of a distraction for the behemoth to get the upper hand in freeing himself of the hate orgy that he'd unwillingly become part of. The wolverine cub came crashing roughly onto the sand, followed by Percy's massive boot. With the little beast pinned beneath his foot, it took every ounce of willpower he had not to crush it to death. Said willpower was then forced to fight a battle on two fronts as the throat of the devil found its way into one of his hands. With the two subdued Percy was left with one hellion left.

Unlike the other two however, the young honey badger was not nearly as keen on getting caught; digging its claws and teen into Percy's back and shoulder blades and he twisted to and fro to try and dislodge it. With his patience and energy running low, Percy turned to Kassy with bloodshot eyes and growled out three words: "Get. It. Off.".

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Yeah I thought the same thing, but hey fuck it, three credits is three credits. I can't promise I won't drink a lot, but I do promise to at least try. At least I always have a D.D. though, lol. Sorry to hear about the family drama, but congrats!! It may seems stressful now, but trust me when I say you'll look back on those feelings in a few years and laugh.

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@Mistress Dizzy Good to see you again Diz! I've just been dying from exhaustion mostly, lol. I can relate to the fast pace changes; in the last few months went from full time worker and part time student to part time worker and full time student, to some strange amalgamation of the two, an back to full time student part time worker all to try and keep up with the bills and keep pace with my forensics major and all of the odd courses i'm required to take because of it (why a forensics major needs a goddamn philosophy class I will never know. Psychology I get, but why philosophy?). Things have thankfully cooled down, and not a moment too soon- I was afraid I was starting to develop a drinking habit to cope with the stress.

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Manny scowled as he watched Reece trundle off to acquire something to catch that damned bird. He was going to shoot him. He was going to shoot him in his stupid underachieving face. At least, that's what Manny told himself. What he refused to admit was that he was absolutely certain that something was off about the subordinate, and that he couldn't place what exactly it was. The animals awakened by Kassy began to whip themselves into a frenzy and attempt to force their way out of their prisons. It wasn't until a few of them actually managed to do so that Manny was made to scramble to try and lock them back in while also trying to avoid getting clawed by the sea going raptor. With Manny distracted, and Percy still reeling from his latest injury no one was any the wiser when Viola was subjected to a two pronged attack. She'd just barely managed to prize a particularly vicious coati from her arm when she'd felt the strong grasp of Kassy lock around her throat. "Wh-" She'd started to hiss before her airway was block off by the pressure.

Viola began to struggle violently against her unseen attacker, unable to call out beyond a few soft rasps to Percy, whom had just barely began to rise before he found himself tackled by what may have been the most aggressive creature that had been aboard the ship: A tasmanian devil. What the beast lacked in size it more than made up for in ferocity, biting and clawing, and lashing about in a frenzy as it cried it's hateful cry. As if heeding the will of all that was malevolent in the universe, a honey badger and a wolverine cub swiftly joined the frenzy, putting on a violent show that even Pulse himself probably would have had a hard time trying to match. The big man screamed and flailed about, adrenaline rushing through his system as he tried to dislodge the malefic trifecta from his person, still unaware of his partner's dilemma. The rhino calf, meanwhile, continued it's trot along the beach.

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A low whistle of amazement escaped Jacque's lips as he witnessed the grand unfurling of Rose's wings. It was at times such as this that he envied metahumans and their natural gifts. He began to ponder much easier would things be for him if he didn't actually have to spend nearly every moment of his free time talking to spirits, pouring over one spell book after another, or brewing only god knew how many experimental potions until he got the mix right. Joshua's violent reaction to being mocked snapped Jacque from his inner musings, eliciting from the bokor a small gasp of surprise. He settled himself for a moment, then gave a somewhat forced chuckle. No one seems to have any issue with the plan from what he could tell "I think everyone's just about agreed to adhere to their role. So yeah, plan still stands.".
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Blüdhaven City Docks, Pier Six
October 7, 2166
1900 EDT

A cold wind swept through the docks of Blüdhaven as the icy chill of winter drew ever nearer. A sky that only a month ago would have still been illuminated with the warm rays of light from the sun rapidly darkened as the star dipped below the horizon, bathing the city instead in the pale light of a waxing moon. A large man by the name of Gregory Barton huddled into the warm faux fur that lined his coat to stave off the bite of the icy wind. He hated the cold with a passion, and wished for all the world that he could be somewhere warmer. Cameroon for example, or maybe Fiji. Fiji was probably a good place to be right about now. His position as Jacob Black's right hand man ensured that he had more than enough money to make the trip- as well as ensure that he'd get hold of some quality blow to snort off of some chick's stomach- but then money wasn't the issue. The issue right now was a client by the name of Cornelius Chesterfield Cobblepot, a brat with more money than sense and an obsession with telling people about- and trying to imitate- his ancestor, The Penguin.

Rather than just entrusting the guns being brought in to be handled to just any batch of workers in Jacob's ranks, Cobblepot had kicked up a fuss and shelled out big bucks with the insistence that only the best of Jacob's men would do for this job. Of course that now meant that good old Greg had to sit out in the cold for god knew how long as he oversaw the operation. A bunch of bribed security and police officers, a dozen armed men for security, another dozen for moving the goods, a boatload of guns, and a moving truck, all in all neat little operation had been put under Greg's supervision. It was nice to know that he was trusted to do a job for such a lofty, albeit extremely annoying client. After a quick check in with the guards and Jacob made his way into one of the warehouses that sat along the dock. He had to be there, but he'd be damned if he sat out in the cold the whole time.

The security team continued along their designated routes as their boss went to shelter himself from the cold, all the while unaware of the team of heroes waiting in the darkness for their opportunity to strike.

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@Aintitfun1997@The Narrator@lydyn@Caits@PatrickDrummer@rivaan
Once more I apologize for my lack of activity. I should have a post up momentarily so we can keep this train moving.
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Also, I've taken the liberty of finding a map of Blüdhaven so we know what is were. If folks want to flesh things out with their characters a bit more, they're more than welcome to pick a location for where their homes/hideouts and place of employ may be. For example, Jacque lives on Stark Avenue and works on Halyard Street.

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Sorry for the sudden inactivity folks, been trying to balance cranking out a research paper and working ten hour shifts without burning out on either. Caffeine and I have rather quickly become close friends.

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@lydyn That's a relief to hear.

@Aintitfun1997 In a nutshell: Jacklyn scouts ahead along the ground and picks off enemies where she can, Hoverfly and Nevan do the same but from the air so as to compensate for what Jacklyn may miss, Chris sabotages what he can, then after that Jacque, Rose, and Joshua are going to box the bad guys in with their elemental abilities, after which Nevan, Luna, and Jacque will move to disorient them with their respective abilities to allow for everyone to jump in and dispatch them efficiently.

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Preferring to wait until everyone had entered the room, Jacque had saw it fit to remain relatively quiet beyond a chipper greeting to each of the team as they arrived one by one, the only other noises that came from the bokor up until that point being the occasional shifting sound beneath his hat, and the soft, rhythmic tapping of his foot on the small duffel bag that sat on the floor before him. He'd watched as the team interacted whilst waiting for others to arrive, noting with no small amount of amusement the way Roxy had acted towards Luna. 'Hoo boy, we might have us a love triangle on our hands' He thought with a sly grin before his gaze flickered over to Luna. For a moment he pitied her, from her reaction last night to the idea of everyone using phones the girl sounded as though she was the sort who had to pinch pennies to get by. He wished he could help, however he was only slightly better off than she was, plunging a majority of his funds into rent, car insurance, phone bills, and groceries in addition to buying whatever spell components he couldn't grow or forage for on his own. What little remained was set aside so that he could one day open up his shop.

Jacque's thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the remainder of the group, and by Chris' announcement regarding his development of an alternative means of communication. "Well alright Fang! Way t'pull through dude!" He chirped before rising from his seat, being careful to neither step on his own bag for allow his hat to fall off. Jacque sauntered over and quickly plucked up one for himself, taking a moment to marvel at the little earpiece for a moment before he gave thanks to the genius for his contribution. "Well then, guess i'd better pull my own weight around here too, no?" He asked no one in particular prior to returning to the bag and opening it with flourish. At first glance the bag simply seemed to be filled with multiple towels, however as Jacque plunged his hand into it to rummage around, the clinking sounds that emanated from within soon proved that this was not the case. "Golemn...scroll...aha! Here we are!" He shouted before producing from the bag a small corked glass bottle.

The liquid within the bottle was nearly neon green in coloration and sloshed around thickly within it's container as the bokor waved the bottle back and forth. "I whipped us all up a few health potions for in case things get dicey. I didn't exactly have the necessary prep time to make something really potent, so don't go expecting 'em to be much good if someone takes a shotgun blast to the chest point blank, but they should be fairly useful in fixing just about anything short of a broken bone or serious bullet wound. Just don't go drinking them if you're perfectly healthy; the results...well, they aren't pretty." he said with a slightly nervous chuckle, "Oh! Also, fair warning, I haven't really figured out how to manipulate how they taste. They always seem to come out either as super sour or a mildly unpleasant bitter. All to more reason not to get hurt really.".

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Holy shit, really? Are you and your wife going to be alright?