Wisp

The Omega Project

The sheer amount of technology taking up the apartment threw Amelia off when she pulled herself through the window, and though she couldn't source the start of the fire, she was positive something had been rigged close to the door, where the fire had already spread out. To her surprise, she was joined shortly by the masked man, and she did a quick double-take when she noticed the mask. Okay, so it wasn't very frightening from the side, but a front view? That was a whole other story. Definitely not a shoe thief, then. How he'd even got up the building was a mystery, but she had to agree - they needed to get the unconscious man out before he caught fire like his computers.

"Right," she managed to get out, the smoke causing her to cough immediately after. When had she gotten so sensitive? She'd dealt with smoke before, and it never set her off so easily. Maybe sticking to everything but glass wasn't the only thing that had changed about her.

Taking a deep breath through her shirt, she picked the man up with ease, slinging him over her back like a sack and heading back to the window. It didn't occur to her until she was scaling down - a more difficult feat than she'd expected, because she couldn't go upside-down now that she was carrying someone - that she didn't know if she was supposed to bring this man with them or not. Witnesses were starting to gather, though; people that were evacuating the building, most likely. With a quiet swear, Amelia settled for picking up her shoes and leaving barefoot. She adjusted the man on her back to be more slung over her shoulder than behind her back, briefly considering how easy it was to carry him, and set off, ignoring the protests behind her. If this guy was being targeted, she was better off bringing him with her; she didn't just go in a burning building for fun, after all.

(OLD) X-Men: The New Era (OLD)

@Wintergrey Yowch, I'm glad to hear it saved!

@ShieldsOfWar Take your time! Hopefully we'll all get plenty of character interaction in.

The Omega Project

When her shift was over, Amelia made quick work of exiting the establishment and making her way home. She'd stopped paying much mind to the hour of day, much less who was on the streets. She kept her hands tucked securely in the pockets of her faux leather and fur jacket, arms pressed firmly to her sides to make herself as small as possible. Only four inches over five feet, she found herself easily lost in the bustle of New York City. Her nose burned from the car fumes, and she rubbed irritably at her eyes as smoke invaded her senses. Struck by the oddity of something being on fire, she took a quick turn at the next street, well-worn sneakers making little sound on the sidewalk. The crowds thinned and the buildings got older as she walked, and the smoke in the air had her struggling not to cough. She'd stopped being surprised by how little people in the city were affected by all of the sights, sounds, and smells around them on her first shift, but the crackling blaze was like surround sound to her.

"What the hell?" she muttered to herself, seeing the flames and smoke coming from a single window, but threatening to spread quickly if not dealt with soon. There were few people on the street, one of them looking exactly where she was. Jogging over to him with determination in her eyes, she tapped his arm. "Call 911," she told him, trying to make it sound like an order, but it came out more like a suggestion. Her own phone was back at her small apartment, having died without a charger, and she silently cursed her luck. Of course a building catches fire while she can't even call emergency services.

Weighing her options, Amelia decided that the guy next to her wasn't likely to steal her socks and sneakers, and quickly pulled off both and left them in the nearest alley. She gave a silent prayer that he didn't have a gun on him, because being shot would suck, but if someone was in that room, she doubted they were going to make it long enough for the fire department to come. There were no sirens ringing in her ears, so she had quickly ruled out the possibility of help coming soon enough, and with her feet bare and her hands empty, Amelia started scaling the building to get a look in the open window. Was it even open? Squinting as she crawled up the building with ease, she was pretty sure she could see glass shards - so broken, not open. Close enough, as long as she could get in there.

The Omega Project

@Amelian Draco The good thing about buildings being on fire, is that it's a great opportunity for heroism. (The bad thing is all of the smoke, pffft.)
Did you have anything planned for the guy inside? (Is Amelia going to climb in there for a dead guy? LOL)

The Omega Project

@hagroden I think I'll wait on the contact; I'm pretty sure she hasn't noticed his graffiti yet.

@Amelian Draco That sounds like a good idea - it's difficult to miss a flaming building o:

[ 1 x 1 ] AU Angelic Trio w/ Wisp

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Cordelia Raphaella Regnier
Twenty-Three
Blessed Human (courtesy of Picard)
Princess of Raphael (Knight of Raphael)
Rapid Self-Healing, Swordsmanship

cordie

Auberon Michael Zaphiris
Nineteen
Angel
King of Michael
Water Manipulation, Water Breathing

auberon

Picard
Twenty-Four(?)
Human (actually an Angel)
Advisor to the Throne of Michael
Swordsmanship (possesses Healing)

picard

Ichabod Tolbert Aldritt
Twenty-Seven(?)
Demon
Bishop of Lucifer
Necromancy, Longevity

ichabod & aislinn

Lorcan
Twenty-Four
Cursed Human (courtesy of Tybalt)
Mercenary (Assassin)
Enhanced Physical Status (strength, durability, agility, etc.)

lorcan

Tristan Gabriel Langer
Twenty-Six
Human
Prince of Gabriel
Patience of a Saint

tristan

Alessandra Lucille Hayes
Sixteen
Demon
Princess of Lucifer
Mammal Manipulation (favours bats)

alessa

[ 1 x 1 ] AU Angelic Trio w/ Wisp

Things that are going to go wrong: everything.

The Omega Project

I'm gonna be honest - I'm not sure what to do with Amelia. I've been brainstorming, but no luck. Anyone have any ideas? o:

(OLD) X-Men: The New Era (OLD)

The moment Florence had snapped back to herself, Jackson's shoulders had fallen in relief; he hadn't even realized how tense he'd gotten. For a brief moment, she looked at him like a deer in headlights, then abruptly poked his nose with a dismissal, taking her leave. After the shock had worn off, he shook his head as though to clear the cobwebs, and returned to his drifting around the room. It was easier to have multiple acquaintances than any close friends, he'd learned, and he had put that knowledge to practice immediately upon his arrival here. There was soon an announcement to prepare for the banquet, however, and he wasted no time in rushing back to his dorm to get ready before his roommate had a chance to slow him down. If nothing else, Jackson felt efficient in how quickly he got ready.

Rather than wear what the school had provided for him - he'd tried to decline receiving a tuxedo, but they'd insisted, saying it was best to be prepared for future events that were less lenient with the dress code - Jackson wore the suit he'd worn for prom and homecoming only months before. He thanked his lucky stars he'd thought to pack it, uncomfortable with wearing something new when he already had something that would work just as well. The blue would probably stand out, sure, but it wasn't particularly bright, so he doubted there would be much of an issue. There hadn't been any complaints when he'd asked about it, and he'd stand by that if anyone asked. Waste not, want not, and all that. The tuxedo the school had insisted on providing would just have to wait until another day to be broken in.

Jackson was thankful that the Academy Ballroom was easy to find, taking his sweet time in walking through the halls to his destination. He'd not taken much time to explore the school yet, having focused on making acquaintances, and it struck him as he walked how old Ashford Manor looked. For a new institute, it was certainly on old grounds, and the experience felt all the richer to Jackson. If not for the questions it would've raised, he would've taken pictures to send to his mother; she was an architect buff, and would've pinpointed when the manor was built in a heartbeat. In fact, some of the fixtures were ones that he knew her to be fond of, having tried to place them in their suburban home. With a small smile to himself, Jackson entered the ballroom and began to check the tables for his name, starting with the emptier ones. Though he was pretty sure the students had been notified earlier of which table they were to sit at, the memory escaped him, leaving him to check the tables quick for his name.

He soon found himself at a table with three men and two women already seated at it; next to the young woman in the red dress, he found his name. The seat to his right was still empty, and he shrugged slightly to himself as he sat. It never hurt to arrive early to events, and he observed the difference in his plate gratefully. Rather than the more carnivorous meal most of the other students had, his question at his initial arrival about the school's vegetarian options had been remembered. Looking around the table briefly, he noted that he wasn't the only one not in a school-issued tuxedo; there was a man with striking white hair in just as striking of a suit.

"Nice to see I'm not the only one who turned down the tux," he greeted with an easy grin, nodding to the man across the table.

Seeking Roleplays (Reboot)

@Vantas Do you have anything specific in mind for Homestuck?
(I'm really big on using AUs, personally - and you've got a nice list! o: )