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Vicki Victory


Vicki breathed a heavy sigh of relief, slumping slightly before regaining her composure. Finally, maybe she could sort out all of this madness. Going through this experience with others would be much easier than lone wolfing through it. ”Thank you. I’m Vicki. Vicki Victory.”

The pair walked out of the bar, Vicki trailing just a few inches behind Alex as he lead her to the rest of the power pack. With his muffin now finished, Vicki decided now would be a good time to get to know Alex. If he was indeed gifted with powers as well, she needed to know who her fellows were and what they were like. ”So...how’re you dealing with this whole situation?,” she asked genuinely.

@Eklispe
@Kiroue I just wanna let you know that I love Sam's character. She's pretty awesome.
At last, the RP continues!

Adalrod and I are on vacation so we may not be able to post often if at all this week, but I may try to get out a post.


Do you guys go to the same school or something?
Vicki Victory


“Wait, where’re you going?” Vicki took off after Alex, catching up to his side at the stairs, keeping pace with him.

”You said there’s more people with powers? How many of u-...how many of them are there? Can you take me to them?”

Before they could reach the top of the stairs, Vicki bolted in front of Alex, blocking his path. The light from the diner shown in through the staircase, casting Vicki’s silhouette into the damp, blue darkness of the basement. The illumination caught beautifully in her albino hair.

Vicki looked at him wide-eyed, with her lips tensed up. The confusion on her face was apparent. ”Look, I know you just met me and everything, but...I just don’t know what to do. This is all really sudden and just...weird. If there’s more people with powers, I’d like to know what they’re planning to do.” Vicki paused momentarily, before pleading, “Please.”

@Eklispe

Raze Colter


Raze sprinted down a wide alley, splashing up water from a murky stream running down a gutter in the center. Just as he approached an intersection, a loud crash resounded from behind Raze, followed seconds later by rocks gouging out of the earth and rising to block off his path. Raze skidded to a halt, bracing himself against the rock wall to prevent himself from crashing full force into it.

Almost as soon as he touched the rock wall, it exploded out towards him, pushing Raze to the ground. An orange revenant burst from the rubble, leaping towards Raze, now on the ground. He rolled to the side just as its malicious claws stabbed into the ground, and pushed himself up to a standing position.

The ghoul shot its gaze at him, howling like nails on a chalkboard. Raze screamed back at it, summoning his spear in its signature flurry of balefire. The ghoul lunged at Raze, its needle-like talons extended out to grab him. Raze thwacked it off to the side in mid-leap, the ghoul crumpling into a pile on the ground just in front of his glasses-bearing pursuer.

Raze lost focus of the young man after the rock wall came up, and he could now see that the boy chasing him was huffing and puffing on the ground. Despite being at least 20 feet away, Raze could clearly hear him wheezing loudly. This wasn’t just exhaustion from running at full speed.

Raze stood there for a few seconds, contemplating what to do. The boy sounded like he needed immediate attention...but on the other hand, he just sent a pack of monsters after Raze.

His choice was made for him as an elongated shadow began to stretch across the sidewalk at the end of the alley, accompanied by dainty footsteps. Raze sent away his spear and took off down the opposite end of the alley, clambering over the wall rubble wall and disappearing.

@Cubix @Eklispe

Garrett Fishman


Now I won't take much of your time, Garret, so I'll make this brief. You will be working for me and my accomplices from now on, or at least if you want to ensure your own security. I'm a busy man- as I'm sure you are as well- so time fooling around with loose ends are troublesome. So how about we agree to help each other?

Garrett didn’t trust this man at all. He had given him no reason to trust him, let alone to help him, and Garrett had no idea what sort of help this man could possibly provide him. Rather than giving any sort of response, Garrett decided to remain silent and wait.

Now you may be asking yourself, 'Why would I work for you? How did you get this number? How on earth do you know I have the powers of Zed?'

Garrett’s heartbeat fluttered for an instant, his body immediately going into alert mode. No really, how on earth DO you know? he thought. Immediately, a knock sounded at the door. Garrett walked out to the living room, even more on edge. His lips were now pursed and beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead as he approached the front door cautiously. His broken arm began throbbing.

Trust me... You don't want to find out these facts. Now be a good little ninja. We'll be in touch soon. Before Garrett could even respond, the other line was cut out, and a whining dial tone filled his ears. Keeping his eyes on the door, Garrett gingerly placed the phone in his pocket, as if it were an unstable bomb.

Now standing barely a foot away from the door, Garrett contemplated what to do. I could just leave...I’ll make a shadow clone at the bottom of the alley and teleport down.

Every cell in his body screamed for him to escape and leave Darkwell. Some small voice deep inside of him though wanted to know…needed to know what this was.

In a flash, Garrett summoned his wrist blade on his free arm, opened the door, summoned a shadow clone behind his visitor, and then pointed his wrist blade directly at them. Garrett’s head was tilted down slightly, glowering at the stranger. ”Talk fast.”

@Leolycan
Hey guiz, I'll hopefully have a post up by today, just a heads up.
@Eklispe Dang man, your characters just can't keep away from mine, huh? =P
If Artemis has a change of heart, maybe her awesome, solitary house could bring the group's Hall of Justice new base!
Vicki Victory


"It’s not really that complicated. For some reason a bunch of people got some powers the seem based off of champions from league. Guessing from your over-sized mechincal fists you got Vi, that guy in the suit back there got bard. As an unfortunate side effect he can't talk either, just make weird noises, well most of the time. That's the first time he's done that as far as I know. As for me, I'm just handy with a knife which leaves me split between Talon and Zed. Course with shadow slinker gone unless duplicates are fair game I'd say Talon is my draw. Anyway that just about sums up my knowledge of what's going on. Anything else?"

Vicki processed this news in her mind for a few seconds. His response just gave Vicki a million more questions she wanted to ask this guy, but first thing was first…

”What’s your name? Why’d you just...jump after me like that, isn’t that guy your friend or something?”

@Eklispe

Raze Colter


Useless. Absolutely useless

The elevator pinged as the doors finally opened up to the first floor, revealing the old man behind the desk still beaming stupidly. ”Sounds like you guys are having a lot of fun up there! Just try not to bother the neighbors too much.”

”You won’t have to worry about me making any more trouble around here,” Raze stated bitterly as he hurriedly walked past the front desk.

He pushed through the heavy front doors of the building and into warm sunlight, the heat pleasantly blanketing him compared to the roiling inferno he was washed in less than an hour ago. The sun was just starting to sink down from its zenith, just barely peeking over the tall buildings on the opposite side of the road. Raze reached into his pocket and checked his smartphone. 4:03pm

Maybe I should’ve thought about what my next move is before storming out like that…

As Raze was mindlessly gazing about, his eyes slowly settled onto the alleyway from last night. The scene of the mugging he forcibly stopped. Peering into a dumpster was a younger man, scrawny and spectacled. This was the same dumpster that Raze hid the corpse of the mugger in.

Raze’s heart plummeted and panic rushed into his head like water, his eyes widening in equal proportion. Crossing the street towards him were three disgusting...things, just barely hovering above the ground. Each one was a distinct color: pale white, sickly green, and brownish-orange. They looked like some twisted version of a typical sheet-ghost costume, with long skinny arms ending with long, bony claws extended out towards Raze.

What the hell… In an instant, Raze chose self-preservation over dealing with the kid, and ran off down the street as quickly as he could.

@Cubix

Garrett Fishman


Garrett staggered down a hallway covered in dark-red carpeting, dirt and dust caked in so thick to the fibers that it almost formed a complete second layer. He leaned against a door and, using his right arm, struggled to grab a set of keys out of the opposite side of his pants. His left arm, broken and casted, hung from a white and blue sling, typical of what you’d receive from the hospital.

After a few tries and a muttered curse, Garrett finally opened the door to his two-room apartment. Before him was a small kitchen joined with a combination dining and living room. A forest-green couch was pushed up against the wall, sandwiched by a simple wooden dining table that dominated most of the room. On the opposite side of the table were two plastic chairs. In the corner was a little TV stand with a small flatscreen pedestaled atop. The opposite wall from the entrance was one giant screen door, covered by floor-to-ceiling blinds.

The room was a bit messy, some dishes went uncleaned in the sink and a few old dinner plates littered, but it was nothing compared to the disgusting hallway. This was home-sweet-home for Garrett.

Garrett threw his keys onto a kitchen counter and shuffled into the next room over. On the floor lay a tan mattress adorned with a single blanket. Gingerly, Garrett lowered himself onto the bed, then positioned himself laying face up on it. At long last, he finally closed his eyes, ready for the sweet sleep that he had been waiting for.

Less than a few seconds later, Garrett’s nap was disturbed by a vibrating coming from his right pocket. His eyebrows furrowed in anger, and he growled as he reached down to answer the call.

”What.”

An unfamiliar voice spoke, pompous and proper, ”Am I speaking with Garrett Fishman?”

Garrett hesitated before responding, racking his mind for ideas of who he was speaking to. He steeled himself, ready to hang up and leave the apartment if it was the authorities.

”...Yes.”

”Splendid! My name is Jericho, and I’d like to propose a deal to you…”

@Leolycan
@Eklispe Thought so, just wanted to check
Yeaaaaaah,@Cubix getting back into the fray! Raze has words for the ghouls.

@Eklispe Just for clarification, did Artemis get onto the same elevator as Raze, or did enough time pass that she took a different one?
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