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@Helo @BlackPanther @Wick
Having her targets step into a crowded area was a real nightmare. Attacking them now would alert the authorities and could put additional innocents in danger. In fact, taking Willa and the rest on here would be a bloodbath.
Jane kicked herself while trying to keep her eyes on the prize. With all these other warm bodies it was no simple task, especially when also having to walk in the crowd herself. On the plus side people now walked into the targets trying to hide, and revealed them again and again. Their invincibility had made them significantly more visible.
Such sweet irony, Jane reminded herself and past by a kid who laughed of her funny-looking glasses.
Even from a distance, and through thermal imagery, it was clear that Benji, the werewolf, was occupied by something as they walked. Maybe a conversation, maybe something else. Things got a lot more complicated when, what Jane assumed to be, the dragon separated from the group, and she had to track targets at two different locations. Undeniably quick, she lost sight of him and saw several people with pale blond hair like his. Her experience helped her keep an eye on incoming blonds, but she decided to only follow Willa and Benji, who got further and further away from blond people.
Hopefully they would separate from the masses soon, so Jane could strike. Otherwise she would have to separate their heads from their bodies right there amongst all the ignorant men, women and children, and deal with the consequences afterwards.
Having her targets step into a crowded area was a real nightmare. Attacking them now would alert the authorities and could put additional innocents in danger. In fact, taking Willa and the rest on here would be a bloodbath.
Jane kicked herself while trying to keep her eyes on the prize. With all these other warm bodies it was no simple task, especially when also having to walk in the crowd herself. On the plus side people now walked into the targets trying to hide, and revealed them again and again. Their invincibility had made them significantly more visible.
Such sweet irony, Jane reminded herself and past by a kid who laughed of her funny-looking glasses.
Even from a distance, and through thermal imagery, it was clear that Benji, the werewolf, was occupied by something as they walked. Maybe a conversation, maybe something else. Things got a lot more complicated when, what Jane assumed to be, the dragon separated from the group, and she had to track targets at two different locations. Undeniably quick, she lost sight of him and saw several people with pale blond hair like his. Her experience helped her keep an eye on incoming blonds, but she decided to only follow Willa and Benji, who got further and further away from blond people.
Hopefully they would separate from the masses soon, so Jane could strike. Otherwise she would have to separate their heads from their bodies right there amongst all the ignorant men, women and children, and deal with the consequences afterwards.
Sorry, gonna take 15 hours more, until I can get a post up.
Good posts, you guys. I'll get a post up tomorrow.
Good post, you guys.
I imagine Willa and Benji have quite a few people walk into them when they are in a crowd, yet still invisible :p
I imagine Willa and Benji have quite a few people walk into them when they are in a crowd, yet still invisible :p
@BlackPanther
Yay! Thank you. I must admit: It was a real head scratcher, as I also wanted it to make sense in the story :D
Story above all else!!!!!
Yay! Thank you. I must admit: It was a real head scratcher, as I also wanted it to make sense in the story :D
Story above all else!!!!!
Sooooooooon things will be messy!
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
@Wick@Helo
The Barracks was located under the same building, Jane had just conversed with the founders of Edge. However, in more than one way this place was in the opposite end. While glass and oval shapes dominated the office on top, The Barracks were little more than sleeping quarters build on dirt and filth. This was where the Edge operatives, or agents as some of them preferred to be called, slept, trained and kept themselves safe. Not exactly The Plaze, but Jane found it sufficient.
She had just gone down there to get a few things and wipe away some of that atrocious makeup from earlier, but was faced with far more demanding trials than that.
“The broadcast is a lie,” a Supernatural said out loud, when Jane passed him bye.
“You didn’t do it,” another yelled and pride was in his eyes, as she turned her head and looked at him.
From their reaction, to her mere presence, Jane guessed that the news stations were still going on and on about how Jane Doe had caused the death of all those innocent people. Yet not a single of her brothers in blood seemed to believe the facts. Their faith in her seemed unwavering. This proved to inflict several mixed feeling in Jane, because she was in every way guilty. A demon bitch strait from the lowest pits of hell had manipulate her actions, but it was still her actions and hers alone.
When the operatives all started chanting “A lie! A lie! A lie!” she thought about silencing them all by roaring like a lioness, but she ended up just raising her hand. This completely emptied the room of noise and everyone quietly watched her grab a grenade, pull the pin and have it explode in her palm. Then she grabbed a second and yet again absorbed the violent blast into her body. This not only made her feel pure, untapped energy running through her veins, but also produced quite a lot of sweat on her forehead. She had never absorbed 2 right after each other, and decided to delay the 3.
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After jogging like crazy in order to be there...
From behind the corner, Jane watched the motel door. She had been promised it sheltered her targets. Benjamin, Willa and mr. Fairytale Lizard, for lack of a better term. While reports mostly seemed to be speculation about the trio, Jane felt she had come prepared and had a more than fair understanding of their powers. Because of it, it was not just any dorky looking goggles she wore, but heat vision goggles, showing thermal imagery. The uncomfortable headgear was not the only thing making Jane unrecognizable. Gone was the hoodie and jeans, replaced by a black t-shirt and runner shorts. Even her shoes allowed greater maneuvering and in her back pocket the 3. grenade hid. Her brown hair was tied up in a knot as she prepared to go all out, like she had never done before.
Her body tightened for a second as she watched from afar the door open.
1-0 to thermal imagery, Jane thought as the trio stepped out, or rather their heat signatures did. Light might have passed through them, but their bodies still affected the temperature around them just like everything did.
The experience, Jane had acquired over her rebel career, served her well, as she was able to see what could not be seen, yet not be spotted while doing it. Only when all of them had their backs to her, did she remove herself from the corner and follow in a steady pace. Getting just a little closer with each step while also keeping her head down.
The Barracks was located under the same building, Jane had just conversed with the founders of Edge. However, in more than one way this place was in the opposite end. While glass and oval shapes dominated the office on top, The Barracks were little more than sleeping quarters build on dirt and filth. This was where the Edge operatives, or agents as some of them preferred to be called, slept, trained and kept themselves safe. Not exactly The Plaze, but Jane found it sufficient.
She had just gone down there to get a few things and wipe away some of that atrocious makeup from earlier, but was faced with far more demanding trials than that.
“The broadcast is a lie,” a Supernatural said out loud, when Jane passed him bye.
“You didn’t do it,” another yelled and pride was in his eyes, as she turned her head and looked at him.
From their reaction, to her mere presence, Jane guessed that the news stations were still going on and on about how Jane Doe had caused the death of all those innocent people. Yet not a single of her brothers in blood seemed to believe the facts. Their faith in her seemed unwavering. This proved to inflict several mixed feeling in Jane, because she was in every way guilty. A demon bitch strait from the lowest pits of hell had manipulate her actions, but it was still her actions and hers alone.
When the operatives all started chanting “A lie! A lie! A lie!” she thought about silencing them all by roaring like a lioness, but she ended up just raising her hand. This completely emptied the room of noise and everyone quietly watched her grab a grenade, pull the pin and have it explode in her palm. Then she grabbed a second and yet again absorbed the violent blast into her body. This not only made her feel pure, untapped energy running through her veins, but also produced quite a lot of sweat on her forehead. She had never absorbed 2 right after each other, and decided to delay the 3.
---------------------------------------------------
After jogging like crazy in order to be there...
From behind the corner, Jane watched the motel door. She had been promised it sheltered her targets. Benjamin, Willa and mr. Fairytale Lizard, for lack of a better term. While reports mostly seemed to be speculation about the trio, Jane felt she had come prepared and had a more than fair understanding of their powers. Because of it, it was not just any dorky looking goggles she wore, but heat vision goggles, showing thermal imagery. The uncomfortable headgear was not the only thing making Jane unrecognizable. Gone was the hoodie and jeans, replaced by a black t-shirt and runner shorts. Even her shoes allowed greater maneuvering and in her back pocket the 3. grenade hid. Her brown hair was tied up in a knot as she prepared to go all out, like she had never done before.
Her body tightened for a second as she watched from afar the door open.
1-0 to thermal imagery, Jane thought as the trio stepped out, or rather their heat signatures did. Light might have passed through them, but their bodies still affected the temperature around them just like everything did.
The experience, Jane had acquired over her rebel career, served her well, as she was able to see what could not be seen, yet not be spotted while doing it. Only when all of them had their backs to her, did she remove herself from the corner and follow in a steady pace. Getting just a little closer with each step while also keeping her head down.
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