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Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

@LovelyAnastasia I've been kind of slow too cause of irl stuff, today I'm determined to get all my collabs finished.

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

Yes the rumors are true...there is a spin off in the works.

A shine..army?

@Dynamo Frokane

Ah yes so Kyle's plans of world domination have finally come to fruition wait what?

Divided We Stand

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Location; Delirium
Interacting With; Valentin, and Leon _{@Viciousmarrow}.
Mood; Wary → Scared/Angry → Tripping Balls

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Two silhouettes made their way up an ominous set of stairs. The tall, dark haired Valentine guided his blonde companion, the newest Warden, to a place no man worth his skin ought to go, yet there was no fear set in those dark eyes of his. There was no emotion to him at all. He strode forth with purpose though. Not so long ago, Leon had left him in charge of showing the fresh meat how things were done. They were to be on the lookout for any trouble that might occur on the ground floor or any of the side passages within the club, but Valentin had other plans. Devious ones, in fact. There was a drastic change in scenery as they climbed the stairs. Where ground level was a decadent display of colors and sounds, the further up they went, the less decoration they saw. Everything seemed to deteriorate into a foreboding atmosphere, one that evoked a sense of dread and fear. By the time they had reached the end of the steps, there was no color, just dimly lit cement on both sides of them. A large, black door impeded their progress forward, adorned with a sign that warned them to turn back for nothing good awaited those who entered. However, on the other side, distant screams of pain could be heard. Something was definitely happening back there.

Valentin knew very well what horrors lay behind that door, but he showed no hint of it. What could pass as a concerned expression flashed onto his visage, and warily, he turned to Kayla. “It sounds like someone is in trouble… I think we ought to help them.” he whispered to her. “Prepare yourself, Kayla. There could be anything behind this door.” At least he gave her some kind of warning, but truly, there was no amount of preparation one could do once they glimpsed into the Maw. Slowly, he edged forward and put his hand to the lock. A purplish haze came forth and siphoned into the keyhole, and not a second later, the door was unlocked. The stealthy Subterfuge swiftly entered into the torture chamber, beckoning for his comrade to follow him.

Inside, a blood trail immediately greeted them. The crimson streaks went further down the chamber before they tapered off at another door at the opposite end. The concrete walls, adorned with heavy chains, showed evidence of violence: the remnants of blood splatters, chips missing from heavy swings of a blunt object, and even bullet holes. There were even torture devices in plain sight, some of them quite medieval in design. A rack, a wooden horse, and even a guillotine were the most notable of the horrible contraptions inside. It was quite obvious that no amount of partying went down here; this was a place where the Harts punished those that did them wrong. It was a familiar landscape to Valentin, one that he had seen on multiple occasions. He actually had his own personal key, but he had chosen to betray Kayla’s sense of trust. “By God…”

Kayla was...wary… Ever since Leon had requested that she meet with him at 8 for their training, she was ecstatic. A possible one on one with a man she absolutely admired and wanted, yet she was disappointed that he brought along the rest of his crew for a mission of utmost importance he had said. She sighed, knowing it couldn’t be helped, if there was trouble the Wardens would be there and since she was a Warden now, she’d be in the thick of it too. Still she believed that Leon would be by her side to train her, yet she was put under the charge of Valentin, his second in command. Not a bad deal by any shot, but still not the man she thought she’d be with tonight.

Although Kayla had heard of the place they were going to, she’d never actually been there before. That being said, she selected to use the same dress she would have worn at the rooftop party, had that of course not been so short lived. So here she was, in a lacy white dress, showing off more skin than she was normally comfortable with, and due to the color in complete contrast to the environment she was in. She and Valentin had been assigned to scope the ground floor, but it seemed he had other plans in mind as he began to climb the stairs, higher and higher until...Kayla felt a very foreboding feeling in the pit of her stomach. They reached some kind of door at the end of a long hallway, she could hear sounds from the other side...terrible sounds… Valentin gave her some assurance, they were Wardens after all, this was the kind of stuff she knew she’d eventually have to deal with, so why not now?

She clutched at her bracelet tightly, ready to summon her mech at a moment’s notice. Valentin had picked the lock using his powers and as soon as the door opened, the young girl’s face paled and her hands went to her mouth. What she saw was something someone would see in a horror movie, blood splatters, torture devices, markings in the wall; this was absolutely horrible. Valentin summed it up well in just two words, and the screams came again, ”Valentin...this is horrible, we can’t just let that poor girl suffer in here, we have to help her.” Kayla’s eyes were pleading, naive of whatever true intentions the Warden had for her.

The mysterious man had to give Kayla some credit. She was quite courageous for someone with no powers. Unfortunately, her bravery amounted to nothing when faced with treachery. Valentin let her speak her peace, but as soon as she stopped talking, a wave of his hand summoned forth black, eldritch tentacles that sprung from the ceiling and wrenched her hands apart. He let out a chuckle before he turned and faced his captive, another set of dark limbs summoned to hold her ankles as he did so. “The only poor girl in this building is you, my dear Kayla.” His words were spat out in mocking manner, a coy smirk splayed upon his dark face. “There’s been a change of plans for tonight. I won’t have the Wardens mucking around with Delphina’s party. The Mayweathers and my peers might end up fighting, and I do hope so, but we won’t be there to intervene.” he informed her. The robed Valentin stepped up to his captive until his face was just inches from hers. “No, tonight is going to be a festive night. For you, for me… For everyone.”

Suddenly entangled and trapped, Kayla’s eyes shot open wide with fear, ”W-What?!” Shock, fear, disbelief, these were the things Kayla felt, and as Valentin spoke his peace and drew himself closer to the shorter girl, anger suddenly entered the equation. ”Y-you bastard!” She whipped her head forward; hard. Smashing her skull right into the Warden’s face, ”How dare you! How dare you call yourself a Warden! You’re not going to get away with this!” She was angry, but she was scared, and all that was on her mind right now was Leon and how she desperately wanted, no, needed him to be here right now.

Pain split into Valentin’s skull as the unpredictable blonde smashed her head right into his own. Gritting his teeth and absolutely seething, he backhanded the insolent, little prat in a momentary fit of rage. “I see why they selected to you to be part of our family…” He stepped back a good foot, not daring to let her have another go at him. Holding a palm to his forehead, he could feel a small splotch of blood. How long had it been since anyone had been able to harm him? It felt like an eternity. His dark orbs loomed over her and he silently debated on what to do with the new addition to the Wardens. Obviously, there was no way she was going to go along with any of his demands. “I had hoped you would see it my way, Kayla. That we might have been able to come to some arrangement. Unfortunately, I don’t see that as a possible route.” Valentin’s tone was one of false sympathy. From beneath his black garb, he produced a syringe filled with a olive green liquid. Whatever substance lay dormant within couldn’t be anything good. “I want you to have a good time though. I won’t have any harm come to our precious Kayla. So, consider this my gift to you… My little initiation rite.” The warlock circled around the tiny blonde and approached her behind. Roughly, one of his cold hands gripped her hair and jerked her head back before he sank the syringe into the delicate flesh of her neck. ”This is an experimental drug. A sort of lust draft. You’ll lose all of you inhibitions and do deeds you normally wouldn’t. There’s no telling what the side effects might be… The only one I’m sure of is that you won’t remember tonight.” he whispered into her ear as the contents of the syringe began to course through her veins.

Kayla’s head whipped to the side as she received the backhand, but her head straightened back, her hair a little frazzled and her cheek stinging red. Her anger helped to dull the pain, but she was nonetheless still hurting from it. She was confused though, why would a Warden want the Wardens to not intervene it just didn’t make any sense. But when Valentin produced the vial, the anger suddenly subsided and fear took over as her eyes widened once again. She struggled in vain against her captor and as he circled around her, gripping her hair tight, Kayla let out a small yelp and felt a sharp pain in her neck. As Valentin spoke his words were already starting to fade out, ’Leon...please...help.’ the tiny blonde thought as a whole new world was suddenly unfolding before her. What was once fear and anger suddenly became...very, very hot, her body felt like it was on fire and her pupils dilated as the drug flowed through her veins. Her breathing became heavy and her body felt weak, her breaths came in pants, pleading and wanting, what was happening to her?

”You, like Leon, will fall to me. He wants to settle the war with peace. I won’t let that be the case though. One way or another, Delphina will swallow Mayweather whole. You and all of your peers will bow to us.” Valentin exclaimed his ideals to the fading girl, knowing fully well she would remember nothing of this. Pride welled in his bosom, a haughty arrogance that resonated in his very being. Satisfied with the work he had done tonight, he grabbed the woman by back of her dress and skirted her back downstairs. With no more business to conclude, the enigma that was Valentin Apostol vanished into the elite chambers above.

She felt her body moving, where was it going? Oh god it was so hot, she couldn’t believe the heat she was feeling and the huge amount of it that was welling up in between her legs. Suddenly she found herself in a throng of people, people she didn’t recognize, but it seemed like everyone was on her, touching her, feeling her, dancing with her. Every little motion sent shivers up her spine, pleasure she had never once felt before, God she just...just, wanted somebody, anybody. Leon...Leon was on her mind, where was Leon? She wanted him, Leon, Leon, Leon. Somehow she made her way through the crowds and slammed chest first into someone, looking up a lustrous smile graced her lips, ”Leon~”

The intoxicated Leon felt the presence of another collide straight into him, nearly tipping him over. At the sight of the golden locks of hair, his heart fluttered, guessing it might be the enchanting form of Amelia. As his skewed vision locked onto the face, he made out the prominent features of Kayla instead. Normally, he wouldn’t see a “coworker” as someone he could be with, but the alcohol in his system threw that out of the door. After all, she was just as gorgeous as Amelia. ”Kayla!” he slurred out before taking her hands and dancing in a silly manner with her. He didn’t seem to notice the change in her demeanor, nor did he wonder where Valentin had gone off to. Like everyone else in the club, he was living in the moment.

Oh my, he was dancing with her, but this wasn’t the dancing she had in mind, no, this was a club, and the bass was dropping real, real low. She twisted her body so that her backside was right up against him. Despite her small stature in comparison to his tall and toned one, she wanted him to feel every inch of her, just as much as she wanted to feel every inch of him. Her booty swayed to the music, and her hands reached up and behind to graze his skin and feel every fiber of muscle beneath his shirt. Eventually her hand traveled to his and pulled it down so it was right on her waist, his touch making her gasp in delight. She had wanted this for so long and tonight she was going to have him all to herself, what more could she want?

Leon was absolutely flabbergasted by the extremely sensual performance Kayla was giving him. The grin on his face stretched out further and his eyes went wide like a little boy in a candy store. Excitement pulsed with every beat of his heart, and the club was getting exceedingly hot. If this kept up, there was no telling where he and the newly instated Warden would end up. “God damn, girl, you’re on fire!” he exclaimed, following her lead in this erotic moment. There was no use in fighting the current, he just went with the flow! She was too damn hot to let go off.

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Location; In dorm room → At Delirium
Interacting With; No one
Mood; Suspicious/Worried → Disguising → Surveying

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A party at Delirium...that spelt a lot of trouble, especially both Gianna and Samantha’s troupe were involved. Getting down from that tower earlier wasn’t difficult and Cara was nowhere to be found afterwards, though considering her power, that wasn’t surprising. It didn’t take long for word to reach his ear of the events at Delirium and it seemed an anonymous tip went out to the Mayweathers that Delphina students were hosting it. Normally such things wouldn’t interest him, but considering the state of disarray both schools were in, he had a personal interest and somewhere along the line, Eliana was involved. Having someone of that stature, in a place of that reputation, where both sides were recruiting, was literally a recipe for disaster and Elijah had every intention of keeping the young Lovelace out of harm’s way, along with collecting any information he could. This came the tricky part.

Despite being a loner in his own right, he was easily recognizable, his clothing made that fairly easy to begin with and it wasn’t like he had a normal wardrobe. No, if he was to infiltrate the club unnoticed, he’d have to go...incognito; to do so, he’d have to rely on the arcane. Rifling through his stuff he happened upon the magical item that would help him in his endeavor. A scroll, very rare and very ancient, a gift from his father only to be used in emergencies or times of great need; this to Elijah was a time of great need. Unfurling the papyrus the ancient arcane etchings glowed in his vision and he began reciting the incantation laden upon the scrollwork. The tongue was unrecognizable, an ancient language belonging to beings long forgotten, on a plane residing far beyond this one. The script began to glow and as it was finished, the scroll burst into flames, the fire encircling Elijah’s body and transforming his form; to say it was painful would be an understatement.

Has one ever experienced their form changing? Their flesh and bone reshaping itself into the visage of another? Such a feat was not easy, and it took all of his will to not cry out in agony, but when the process was complete, Elijah was on the floor, sweating and panting. Achingly he picked himself up and stepped forward to look at the mirror, he still could not see, but as he reached up for his eye, it was not closed; a fortunate side effect of the scroll. He knew he looked different, he certainly felt different, his form was still tall and lanky, but his face was different and his hair color changed, if he assumed correctly. The hair he stole from another student certainly told that story well enough, one he knew wouldn’t attend such a party due to illness, some Delphina illusionist if he remembered correctly; his clothes would do nicely as well. Shedding himself of his robe he donned the other student’s clothing, just a simple white t-shirt with jeans, something that would at least help him blend into the crowd.

Elijah knew where to go, he’d been there only once before on business and once again, he found himself there on business. The bouncers wouldn’t let him in, not in his current form, so he’d have to sneak in and blend, very well. The rooftop was always an option, it lead straight through a torture chamber that only the bold dared to enter and anyone caught sneaking in that way, had a one way trip to the guillotine. He’d been lucky the first time and once again lucky as he snuck his way through, quiet as a church mouse, a shadow in a dark valley, to put it mildly. Surprisingly the door that lead to the bottom floor was already unlocked, a fortunate coincidence as Elijah slipped down the steps and blended in with the crowd. There were quite a number of people here, lots of auras to survey, though they all conveyed a similar emotion, lust and want. The waves of emotion he saw were almost overwhelming, but he’d have to block it out along with the bass, the music was blaringly loud and he was glad to not have the sight to deal with whatever else happened here. He’d have some difficulty, but if he could help it, he had to get his ‘eyes’ on Sam and Gianna’s group, along with Eliana to make sure no harm would befall her.

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

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The person seemed to be waking up, and Kyle watched as they lifted their head ever so slightly, opening their eyes just enough so he could get a glimpse at them. His face immediately flushed in embarrassment realizing that this was actually a woman, not a man. He began to stammer, but rather than apologize he became enraptured with what he could see of her amethyst orbs; they were really quite beautiful. Staring into those sleep filled eyes he corrected his earlier statement, "Uh..e-excuse me miss, but are you-" Kyle unfortunately was unable to finish the sentence as a very sleuthy arm made its way to his side, pulling him in for an embrace. Faster than he could protest the other arm shot over pulling him up on top of her and locked him into a very warm prison; half body warmth, half surprised embarrassment.

"L-Lady! What the hell are you doing?!" His body struggled against her grip, more like flailed in a desperate and vain attempt to escape his confines; his glasses even fell off. For someone who's body looked so tall, yet so lithe, she was surprisingly strong and Kyle couldn't flex his way out it. Reducing his flailing, his cheeks not getting any less red he took stock of the situation and the woman he was lying on top of. It seemed that she had fallen asleep again, a warm smile planted on her face, clearly someone was enjoying this situation far more than the other. Its not to say he didn't want to be pressed up against a woman, just not out in the public's eyes, in a non-consensual, non-mutual way. Speaking of which his eyes turned towards the crowd of academy students walking by, many stared and snickered, whispering things that Kyle could only imagine and yet all decided to pass them by, because clearly this was such a normal situation for someone to be in.

Sighing he stared down at the woman's face, she did look pretty, despite the scars, her smile was childlike and endearing and he could feel her breathing as her chest lifted lightly up into him, despite having someone who was probably much heavier on top. She smelled of ash and soot, almost like she was around something that was burning recently, that's when he noted the clothing, was she a firefighter? Why would a firefighter be sleeping out on a bench near the academy? Had something happened here recently? He felt bad, its not like he didn't want to wake her up because she seemed so calm, and yet Kyle's uncomfortable meter was rising fairly high...he needed to get out of this. One thing at a time, that was his decision, and so with great effort and determination he began to pull his arm from the vice grip it was in. It took a great deal of effort and he could feel himself sweating from it, but he managed to pry his arm free like a cork from a bottle. Shaking it out a little he debated how he could wake her up, as much as a pinched cheek would probably work, he wanted to go a route that wouldn't cause her too much pain. Reaching his hand up, he brought it close to her face and pinched her nostrils shut, without an ample supply of automatic oxygen entering her lungs, the act alone should jostle her awake.

@Silver Fox

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

@Fabricant451 ....

@lovely complex

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

@Fabricant451 Don't leeeeeeeave!

Divided We Stand

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Elijah & Cara

Location: Outside the Wardens office → Outside the Control Room → Outside of Old East → Atop a Campus Tower
Interacting With: Each other _{@BeastofDestiny@Wintergrey}

Sneaky → Angry → Villainous → Hopeful → Ticked Off → Happy → Careful → On Edge → Giggly → Curious → Bored → Annoyed → Bubbly → Teasing → Furious → Confused → Furious → Murderous → Surprised → Venomous → Lonely
Complacent → Annoyed → Threatening → Intrigued → Interrogative → Sarcastic → Informative → Explanatory → Interrogative → Unhelpful → Empathetic → Revealed → Defensive → Supportive → Contemplative

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Cara was wandering through the halls of the campus, just for the sake of exploring. It was a habit of hers to find every nook and cranny when she came somewhere new. Eli has engraved that into her. He figured if she knew her surroundings it would give her the advantage she needed over metahumans. As much as she hated him, he wasn’t wrong. And in a place like Mayweather, she needed every advantage she could get over the other metas.

After making a quick pit stop at her room to throw her bags, Cara began to walk down the corridor of rooms. Cara froze in place the second she heard voices coming from inside one of the rooms. Pressing herself against the wall, she looked to her left and saw an open door, with two girls sitting inside. At least one was a girl, besides a crooked nose she seemed normal enough. For the other it was a little harder to tell. She was completely bald with glowing fissures streaking through her skull. Fucking gross. Still Cara didn’t make a sound, this was the perfect opportunity to get info.

“-hear about Lucas and Eliana?” Crooked nose.

Fissure face laughed, “I can’t even tell with those two. They totally are in love with each other, but they show it soooo weird.”

“In love? No-” Waving the nose job needy girl off, fissure face interrupted.

“Oh come on, haven’t you seen the Delphina Times?” So they were Delphina villains, huh. “It’s all there. Lucas literally talking to like every one of Eliana’s family can’t be a coincidence. They must be one of those love-hate relationships.”

Crooked rolled her eyes, “If you’d let me finish, I was about to say that Eliana is totally fucking Eli-” Cara immediately tuned out of the rest of the conversation. Everything seemed to go grey and silent around her. Eli was here… Waiting for her, teasing her. It was just like the bastard. Clenching her fist, Cara teleported into the room directly in front of Crooked. The girl startled back in surprise at the sudden woman in her room. “What the fuck did you just say? Where’s Eli?” Cara’s hand shot out to the girl’s throat.

Fear evident in her eyes. The girl started babbling, “I-I don’t know. Please don’t hurt me.” Some villain. Rolling her eyes, Cara tossed her to the side and turned for fissure face, only to see her missing. In her place was a large glowing crystal. “Fuck!” Cara started striding out of the room when she heard Crooked stutter out, “W-who are you?”

Laughing, Cara teleported back in front of her, causing her to flinch in fear once again. Staring at her closely for a moment, as if studying her, Cara replied, “I’m the bloody Reaper, and I’m here to collect my dues.” She gave the girl a smile as crooked as her nose. Leaning in real close, Cara licked the side of her cheek. Crooked stiffened, shaking at the crazy girl in her room.

Cara disappeared without another word. She hadn’t seen most of the Academy, but luckily she didn’t have to search long for the person she was looking for. The pale sunglass guy that first showed her to the Mrs. Lovelace. It wasn’t a great lead, but right now he was the only one in this place she knew. Teleporting next to him she threw an arm around her shoulder. “Listen, glasses, I need your help with something.”

Elijah’s conversation with Lucas and Keats was rather short lived as he made his way out the building and Leon ushered those two into his office. He walked along the pathway, and gave ponder to the events that had just previously transpired. Gianna literally had him around a noose, she could have blown the rape whistle, or hell even told Leon of what really transpired and how she defended herself from their confrontation. Yet instead she told the man that he had confessed and professed his love to her...that was a slightly sickening thought, yet completely unlike her and yet….it was like her old self. Before his mind could wander any further a sudden weight was placed on his body, nothing too heavy, just something that literally wasn’t there before. A voice spoke to him and his head turned as he inclined on the sudden new presence.

Teleporters weren’t a rare occurrence at this school, but to have one suddenly beside him, made him not so much uneasy as cautious. His head tilted and his eyebrow raised as he tried to identify the woman next to him, ”Have we met before?” He browsed his memory, finally recognizing the swirling and cruel aura beside him, ”Ah...yes, the one I escorted to the professor’s office.” Why had she come to him? Perhaps because he was the first person she interacted with? Their interaction was brief, but he supposed it was notable, it wasn’t like everyone on campus was wearing archaic robes from another realm. ”To what do I owe this...chance encounter?”

Cara cocked her head to the side watching him. Sticking out her bottom lip in a slight pout she asked, “Is that any way to speak to the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen?” She had no way of knowing that the man in front of her was blind, and had no idea what she looked like. Cara’s mood changed from disappointed to cheerful and bubbly in the blink of an eye. “Cara’s the name, Shady! Cara Reaper.” Holding her hand out to shake, Cara delightedly grinned, tongue running across her widely exposed teeth.

”If only I could see, then maybe I would appreciate such beauty,” what a narcissus, even if Elijah could ‘see’ he could at least tell plenty enough from the aura this woman exuded; quite distasteful. ”I’ll ask again Ms. Reaper, more bluntly this time, what do you want from me?” His voice was rather stern,and though he noted her hand’s extension, the gesture was not reciprocated. He was not one to be bothered with petty introductions and requests, if there was something someone wanted, they’d better spit it out, not that he’d do anything in retribution, he just hated being annoyed.

Cara rolled her eyes over dramatically. She made a face, sticking out her tongue before asking rather rudely, “Does being blind always make you this cranky?” Dropping her hand to her side Cara grew serious. “I’m looking for a man, okay. His name’s Eli, and you’re going to tell me everything you know about him.” Cara rested a hand firmly on Shady’s shirt, ready to grab him and teleport at a moment's notice. If he needed any persuading, Cara knew a place about 20,000 feet up.

Eli? Few people knew his nickname, even fewer called him by it, but when her attitude came off as threatening, Elijah countered. ”And if you were any the wiser then you would let go, lest you get burnt.” he grabbed the hand that touched him, a forceful grab, an intimidating and knowing kind of touch that refused to let go, just as she refused to let go of him as the temperature began to rise. Why did she want to know of him, or perhaps it was another Eli she was referring of? Regardless he was curious, ”Fine, I shall show you of Eli, but if you refuse to let go, you’ll certainly turn to cinder. So would you rather have information? Or a Barbeque?” the young pyromancer informed in a rather intimidating tone. Somehow he figured this wouldn’t faze her, but at the same time, he was the only one who knew of ‘Eli’, why else would she come to him?

Cara stared deep into the man’s sunglasses. Seconds passed without a word, not even a movement. The air around the two of them felt tense. Slowly a the grin reappeared on Cara’s face. She started to laugh hard. Grabbing her sides, Cara slide to the ground. Wiping a tear away from her eye she said, “ I love barbeque. Rain Check though, I just ate.” Throwing out her hand to see if he would help her up she added, “well, no time to dilly dally. Let’s go hon.”

This girl was...unusual, first she makes threats, then laughs in the face of retaliation. He tried to key her aura, but it was wild and changing, though one thing stood out the most, instability. This being said, the girl wasn’t going to do anything to him, not unless she wanted answers, so he took her extended hand and lifted her up. ”Fine then, what do you wish to know of Eli? Where he lives? What he does? His purpose on campus?” Whatever the reason, he had questions for her and what her interest in him was

Cara graciously took the hand up and started playing with her hair. Looking very innocent as she twirled it between her fingers she gazed at him. “What do I want..? I want to know where Eli is so I can put a bullet between- Sorry, that was rude of me.” Giggling she said, “You know how we villians get.” Walking a few steps ahead of him, she turned and called over her shoulder. “Come on, might as well give me a tour while we talk. Really is no need to be rude.”

She wanted him dead? Again this raised the question as to whether or not she really meant him, or some other Eli. She didn’t have to say she was a villain, it was already clear as day, unpredictability, coupled with instability and perhaps a touch of insanity; she was the epitome of a dangerous villain. His brow narrowed at her request though, ”Really?” he asked unimpressed, ”You’re going to come to the one blind student on campus and ask me to show you around?” He paused for a moment, it’s not like he didn’t know his way around the school, even if he had only been here a couple of months. However, if she was expecting something quite grandiose, she’d be sorely disappointed, still he wanted some answers and he’d probe for them in conversation. ”Very well,” he started moving, ”Let us walk then, but we’ll start with the building behind me, those are The Warden offices, think of them as super powered hall monitors, they have authority and can use it, to an extent. Are they respected? That’s a whole other story, though unfortunately they have a pretty direct line to the school headmasters, and their office is jointed to the actual campus security office.”

Cara clapped her hands in delight as he agreed to show her around. Waiting for him to catch up she linked arms with him and skipped along side. Cara glanced back at the first building he pointed out. Hall monitors, what a bunch of pricks. “How do you know where everything is, if you’re blind? Are you like a bat with sonar? Can I call you batman?” She grinned, looking up at him happily, joking around.

They walked along the path and he didn't resist her when she linked arms with him. Upon her question though he looked towards her, ”It's complicated to explain, simply know that while I may not see, I 'see’ things that others do not. Call it sonar or whatever you wish, it doesn't matter.”

Cara quickly grew bored when Sunglasses tried to explain, “Yeah, yeah whatever batman. Back to Eli. You know where to find him, right? Can we just skip to that part?”

Hm, straight to the point then? ”Perhaps, perhaps not. As a villain you should well know that knowledge is power, and one favor calls for another. I’m giving you a tour, I’m helping you find Eli, but first I want to know why? What has he done that makes you wish to kill him?” They passed by the control room and he continued speaking, ”That rather large building is the control room, that’s where we just were. It's essentially a proving grounds, a place to train and hone your skills as well. There are multiple rooms, all with different simulations and levels of difficulty, some of those levels can be crippling to both the body and mind. The large room we were all just in earlier is for large scale battles and where the tournament is going to be held. I assume that since you spoke with the professor you are participating? I didn’t see you when all of us were together.”

Oh my god. “You heroes are all the same!” Cara’s head rolled up to the sky, like rolling her eyes wasn’t enough anymore to convey her emotion. “Blah blah why do you wanna kill him. Blah blah be the bigger person. You wanna talk favors fine, but I’ve been here for all of 30 minutes and you really think I’m going to give up my life story?” Cara faced away from him so he couldn’t see, or batsense, her smile drop momentarily. Turning back to him, the smile returned to its proper place she splayed her arms, showing off the dozens are scars laced across them. At the end of each wrist, much clearer scars showed themselves, evidence of cuffs. “He did give me these though. Lots of these lovelies, all over.” Reaching up to the neck of her shirt she grabbed at the collar and pulled it down slightly, “You wanna see the others?”

”Don't delude yourself, no true hero would threaten another's life,” he briefly recalled, wishing he had made good on his promise earlier, ”but as I’ve said, knowledge is power, power even villains like you or I could utilize,” Elijah looked over to find the young woman’s aura suddenly...damper, before it picked right back up again. She explained her story and the scars across her body were much more prominent now, even the ones not so visible to him, ”So you are filled with suffering then...and you seek redemption for the crimes committed against you?” it was a tale told once before, by many others long ago, yet this sealed that she was not looking for him. ”I guarantee you will not find peace in Eli’s death, and suffering will only continue to follow in your wake, but do as you will for that is the villain’s creed, is it not?” Their walk took them towards the campus housing, at least building East, ”Old East, one of the two campus dormitories, it's co-ed, just like its sister building on the west side, you’ll find that regardless of which building, both dormitories hold students of Delphina and Mayweather, though my room is in the west building.”

Glancing in the direction of the west dormitories Cara said, “Well well batman, already trying to woe me to your room? Well it won’t work! I am a woman of dignity.” Unable to keep up the lie, she burst out laughing before wondering another thing about her strange tour guide. “Do you always talk like a 5th century knight?” Cara marched around Eli, using her best impression of his voice to imitate him, “I guarantee you will not find peace. I say, knowledge is power, if my name isn’t…” Cara paused. Turning her head to face him she asked, “What’d you say your name was?”

If Elijah could roll his eyes, he would, ‘please…’ he thought. That’s when the real question came out after a rather unimpressionable mockery, ”I didn’t,” he slowly strode past her, ”And yet I’m sorry to inform you that I’m not the Eli you’re looking for.” he mentioned this a few good feet away from her before turning to face her, ”Truthfully, most would call me Elijah. As for the Eli you seek, I know nothing of him, though for the scars he caused you, it does not surprise me you seek him.” The truth was out, she wasn’t after him, but considering he did lead her on, he did expect some form of retaliation, though she was unpredictable and could potentially do nothing. Either way, he’d be prepared.

Paused halfway through her playful march, Cara mood changed drastically. One moment she was a couple feet away practically dancing, the next she was standing an inch away from Eli quivering with tension and rage. “What kind of fucking game do you think this is Eli? This another one of your tricks, your lessons?” Cara never took her eyes off of his face, watching him like she wasn’t sure whether to run or attack. Teleporting back away, Cara reappeared crouching with her head between her hands, “You were here the whole time weren’t you, Eli. Hiding, like a coward. Who disguised you, huh, that bitch Alexis?” She completely ignored the words about not being the same Eli she was after.

Teleporting to a standing position, Cara pointed a finger straight at Eli, “Don’t you- don’t you fucking say a word! Just-” In the heat of the moment she didn’t even know what to say. It had always been something she would figure out when the time came, but now that she was faced with her(supposed) adversary she couldn’t even find the words to talk. So why bother. Breaking out into a sprint, Cara dove nearly 10 feet away, teleporting right into Eli’s stomach. The second the two collided she teleported again, onto a tower she remembered seeing on the tour. “Come the fuck on then, stop running and lets finish this.” She teleported again appearing moments later with a golf club in hand.

This was an unexpected turn of events, suddenly he was teleported to a tower, after a random and rather explosive breakdown; she had a weapon, but he was prepared to fight. Dodging and weaving, he avoided any blows that were directed towards him. Her blows could have killed any normal person, but he was far from it, and eventually her swing had slowed enough for his hand to shoot out and grab at the weapon she wielded and melting its metallic form in their hands. It may have burned her, but hopefully that would stop her from performing any more idiotic feats. ”Listen to me!” his voice was stern and commandingl, ”I understand you are in great pain, but I am not the enemy you seek. Trust in me, and if you seek guidance I shall help you, your past is burdened, but your future could be bright.” his hands gripped tightly on her shoulders, rendering any sudden movement as he tried to calm the young woman. She was strong, but unpredictable, Elijah had to be prepared for whatever moves she made, and he repeated again, ”I am not your enemy, but if you would like, I can become your ally….”

Just like the old days, when they spared together. Until the club melted in her hands. Yelping in pain, Cara lept back staring at the deep red marks seared into both palms. What the hell. Eli couldn’t melt stuff, only cut. He was telling the truth. This imposter in front of her wasn’t the one she was looking for. He grabbed her by the shoulder roughly, holding her in place. Cara’s head dipped towards her shoes as she spoke. “I work alone.” The words came out of her mouth at barely a whisper. Before he had a chance to respond she grabbed his hand and bit down hard. Her mouth filled with blood, dribbling down the corner of her mouth. Pulling back from him, mouth stained red she teleported away leaving him stuck on the roof of the tower she had just brought him to. “I’m always alone.” Though she was certain he couldn’t hear her from across campus, she continued to talk. Maybe it was to try and reassure herself, though it didn’t do much good.

Elijah, though expecting the unexpected, was unable to predict such a powerful bite. Though he held his tongue as the pain flowed through him, the young woman teleported away and he was left atop the campus tower; alone. He was very high up, and he could have jumped down at anytime, but he needed time, time to think. There was another soul in need of guidance and though he was no hero, he was determined to help the estranged woman, perhaps find her some peace. The crimson liquid dripped from his body as water from a stalactite, clenching his fist, his hand began to sear the wound, the blood bubbling and boiling. Soon enough the wound blistered into a cauterized scar and he seated himself atop the tower in a meditative pose, pondering over the events that transpired. His mind wandered to Cara’s final words before she left, and he thought to himself, ’If you were truly alone, then why did you come to me?’

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@Silver Fox And this is what i get for checking on Ashton -_-

I'm fully expecting Amaya to just walk by now and be like, dafuq? @Knight of Doom

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

@Silver Fox I agree, sleep is important

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

@Silver Fox Do it, i date dare you.