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Snippets Of The Legendary II: You Know, This Means War!
 
#51
glad I could help (sort of Tongue), but I think Praetoria deserves some credit it's self, there are so many things there that can be used for plot bunnys. Smile

and as for working out storys, I think OM and MD gave me some good stuff to work with. Smile


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A problem. A definite problem.
#52
Well, I'm screwed.

Completely, Terribly, undeniably screwed.

All I wanted was to earn my way through and gain some Power. Praetor Berry can help me with that. His inventions will fall apart or fail unexpectedly, but he can help me earn some fame and fortune.

Only, the first thing he asks me to do, I can't.

Kidnap some Syndicate psychics? No problem. Take down rogue Top Dogs? I'm there. Steal an invention from Doctor Keyes, the one who lifted me up from a deaf little girl and set me on the path of Power I'm on today...?

Problem. Definite problem. No, make that *huge* problem.

So... Solution to said problem? Well...

I'm walking south across the only bridge to Keyes Island. Walking. Not flying, not running fancy. Walking, head down trying to think about what to tell the man who gave me a life to live.

-Thud- scrolls up my H.U.D. and I stop, and look towards where it is telling me the sound came from. There's a Seer there, looking dazed on the ground, staring up at me with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

-(deadpan): Y-your thoughts are not within acceptable bounds, Citizen. Do you require a referral to Praetor Tilman?-

Great. So depressed that the Seers are on my case. I quickly check her serial on the H.U.D. "No, Seer 5367. I am on my way to speak with my Patron. Thank you for your concern."

I swiftly move on, the PPD that are standing around glaring at me, whether because of the Seer or just because I'm Powers Division, they only know. Anyway, I'm on the island now. Where would Doctor Keyes be at this time of day? The labs? The reactors?

-Notice: You have an appointment with Doctor Keyes in lab 27 in 5 minutes- Pops up before my eyes. Or, I could just wait for him to realize I'm here and make time in his busy, busy day?

I'm screwed.

Lab 27 isn't that far away, certainly doesn't take more than two minutes to get there, even at the funeral pace I've set. I wave my gauntlet at the security panel, and it lights up as it reads my ID code. The airlock in front of me cycles open and I step in. The lab is sparse; there are a few Clockwork cleaning up or setting up new experiments for the Doctor.

A few rooms in I find him, bent over a table, tinkering with the insides of a huge Lifter Clockwork. His time is precious, but I don't interrupt him. I know better, and he is the one with Power, here. After a moment, he closes up the chest cavity of the Lifter, and looks at me.

-(annoyed): Well, Miss Rhodes, what brings you to my realm? Shouldn't you have some simplistic task to take care of, or other silly little thing to do for Berry?-

I swallow around the peach that seems to be lodged in my throat. "Praetor, ah, Doctor Keyes. You know that I'm working with Praetor Berry. Thusfar, I believe that he is my best bet for the opportunities that I seek." I stop, and try to moisten my mouth again. "However, he has asked of me something that I cannot do. I can't betray you like he asks, and steal one of your works for his experiments."

Even through the armor that Anti-Matter wears, I can sense his disgust. -(disgust): So Berry wants you to steal something for one of his 'Grand Projects'? What is it that he wants this time? What does he want that he can't go through the *proper* channels and take it from me that way?-

I incline my head and murmur, "A prototype cybernetic brain." I hold out the keycard Berry gave me.

Doctor Keyes yanks it from my hand, and swipes it through a reader at his side. He stands there for a moment, obviously consulting the data on his own H.U.D. -(snarling): That unmitigated *bastard*! How does he even know about that? I'll... I'll... ARG!- He turns and starts pacing back and forth, slapping the keycard in his hand over and over, muttering to himself. After a few minutes of this, he stops, and turns to me again. -(deciding): So. You came to me for a reason. Shall I assume it is because you don't want to betray me, like so many others?- At my nod, he continues, -So. I'll modify this keycard. You'll still be able to get into the lab. Still be able to get a cyberbrain. BUT NOT THIS ONE!- He taps code into the reader forcefully for a few moments, then swipes the keycard again. -(smug): This will get you a cyberbrain. One that he can 'use'. Meghan.- He looks at me again, and I know he's looking into my eyes, past his own helmet and mine. -(cautionary): Meghan, never, *ever* betray me. I made you what you are. I set your feet upon the path you now tread. I can unmake you, just as easily as this!-

Suddenly, my H.U.D. flashes red, and I see the radiation counter off to the side spike through safe levels and proceed quickly to 'instant death' conditions. Just as suddenly, it tapers off, but I can still feel the adrenalin rushing through me, my flight-or-fight nearly killing me with its urgency.

-(proud): Meghan- He speaks again, and I struggle to read it. -Go now, and become a Power. We'll no doubt speak again shortly.-

I nod again, and sketch a bow. Anti-Matter is already leaving, heading off to another project, no doubt. I've got to get on my own way, as well. Time waits for no one, and Berry...

Well. He'll have to see how quickly I can come up with a way to screw him over like he almost did me...
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#53
Nice. Born of an established toon background that conflicted with a mission assignment, I presume?
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
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#54
Hm.. yes. I should have made it clear that Meghan Rhodes is Silent Answer, from my previous.
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#55
Verdant green hills rolled across the landscape, broken by a mountain range to the north and tapering down to the deep blue of the sea to the south.  Beams of sunlight streamed across the central plains, glinting dully off the matte black armor worn by the Malta troops gathered there.  War was in the air, and combat imminent.  The men shifted uneasily; they knew what they were to face.
A low rumble echoed through the ground.  Footsteps?  Their leader eyed the hills stiffly, waiting.
"CHARGE!" cried a voice from above.  "TAKE BUNKER HILL, TERRENCE!"
"That tickles," Lisa said, trying to suppress her giggles.  "And that's not Bunker Hill."
Rhea grinned as she maneuvered Kung-Fu Grip Terrence Knight off the pillows near Lisa's shoulder and down towards 'Bunker Hill'.  Her girlfriend tensed involuntarily as Rhea's hand moved the action figure into position.  For a moment, all was still, as Rhea grinned mischievously down at Lisa's face.
"Foot stomp!" Rhea said, twitching mini-Terrence just so.  Lisa couldn't help it; she laughed.
The gathered Malta Action Figures on the 'central plains' rattled and fell as the earthquake struck, some vanishing into the Great Abyss between the bed and the wall, the others sliding helplessly down the green blanket until they reached the Southern Sea, the blue comforter on the end of the bed.
"Oh, look, we won," Rhea noted.  She set mini-Terr on the headboard next to Mr. Whiskers and snuggled down at Lisa's side, letting her fingers trail playfully along 'Bunker Hill'.
"Okay," Lisa said after a few moments.  "I agree, it's a very good likeness."
"It was tough getting a good picture.  You know how Terr feels about those."
"But why Kung-Fu Grip?"
Rhea shrugged as best she could while stretched out on the bed.  "Well, Action Foot Stomp doesn't quite have the same ring, and they wanted to save Knockout Blow Terrence and Boulder Smash Terrence until they see how well Kung-Fu Grip Terrence sells."
Lisa snorted.  "Next thing you know they'll be asking for rights to build the Hero Sandwich Playset."
Rhea said nothing.  Loudly.
"... Rhea.  What have you done?"
Rhea's face was a study in innocence.  "Nothing's final yet!" she said.  "And you should see the Gamma Emission figure.  It lights up and everything!"
Lisa groaned and tugged the blankets over her face.

--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
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#56
ha!

it might be the late hour, but all the first thing that ran through my head was:

"I didn't know she had the GI-Joe Kung-Fu grip"

and is it just me? or is Rhea the only one of the group actively seeking to market their hero status?

Not that this is a bad thing (long term financial stability is good), lisa spends the majority of her income on consumables (food, clothing, furniture), and we know Terr spends a significant portion of his income on training (or however you want to explain away the funds sunk into IOs/Hami-Os)
-Terry
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"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy
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#57
Rhea see's how much everone else loves Terr and wants to share it some what? Tongue

but briliant (and piss funny) fic as always Spud. Smile


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#58
The way I see it, she's not actively trying to market them -- money is something she doesn't care about much, because she doesn't have to at this point.  She's just... easily influenced.  And plus, well, it's so much fun to watch Terr's face flush bright red.
And Terr protested the ... more adult toys, so much, that she's decided to take a different tack.  Maybe once he can see himself modeled in plastic he'll ease up about being such a stick-in-the-mud about it all. Big Grin

--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
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#59
*facepalm* Your lucky Spud..you almost owed me a new monitor, I had to use every ounce of willpower I had not to spit at the screen when I read that Big Grin. I didn't think anything would come of our chatter last night, but you proved me wrong but dammit..so worth it heh.

Terr would fluster some at regular children toys but he'd give in without much pressure since in his eyes its -harmless- compared to adult toys lol.
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Preparations.
#60
(This was inspired after seeing this on the official forums: Halloween is coming, details to follow soon.)

Scrape.
Scrape.
Scrape.
Pause.
Wipe with cloth.
A soft murmur.
Scrape.
Scrape.
Scrape.
Running the whetstone across the blade smoothly in an almost reverential stroking manner, Angelita Valentina knelt in the puddles of light of cast out by the burning candles. The aromatics the candles gave off were almost enough to mask the underlining odor of unholy magics that permeated this entire world. The stench in recent times however was growing to almost unbearable levels, and a check on the calender confirmed her initial conclusion: Halloween was coming.
Halloween. All Hallow's Eve. The day of the dead. The time when foul magic is at it height and unholy abominations walk the streets trying to prey on Humanity. A time when barriers fall and the mark of Corruption is in the very sky itself and twisted daemons like the Warp monstrosities from Home trying to punch through.
This called for special effort. Enough that she would have to call a halt to her investigations of Croatia for the moment and take some time out to prepare.
The edge of her axe that she was working on caught the light, a sparkle rippling down the edge. Somewhere, elsewhere, she felt her Patron's approval. As per the Ritual of Purification, when that happens, a murmur of thanks and she flipped the axe over to start work on the other side. Two edges down, two to go.
Back home she might have had Tech-priest tend to her armor, lower-cast Sisters would care for her weapon if she dared part with it. Ever since she had arrived here in this world, she had been forced to do everything herself. Including source the proper oils and candles from a pure enough, untainted, supplier. However, by doing so, by doing everything herself, Angelita was more careful and the various rituals and fastings had much deeper, richer, meaning then before. Even the Ritual of Purification for her axe, the Ono of Michelle, held a special meaning. She was more connected to it now. This truly was her weapon now, despite how unwieldy it was. And unlike her chainsword from home, it had never jammed, kicked back, recoiled, and so far was never dull. As one of the more specialized Sister's back home had said: Treat your weapon well and it'll treat you well. How true that was - it had not failed her since she had arrived.
She would have to wear her ultimate, purest armor, the one she was original keeping for when she reach the pinnacle of her abilities here. She would have to be like a beacon of Purity burning her Patron's light amid the sea of filth and darkness. And like moths to a candle the Abominations and Heretics have only one recourse when they see the Cleansing Light of Absolution - they seek it out.
Let them come! They will find Angelita Valentina waiting. And I shall strike them down and SMITE them with all of His Fury and Judgment!
She cleared her mind and continued her actions once more, slowly tending to her axe, unaware of her aura starting to fill the room with a glow.
Scrape. The keenest blade is righteous hatred.
Scrape. Abhor the Xenos. Destroy them.
Scrape. Burn the Heretic. Smite them.
Scrape. Kill the Mutant. Cleanse them.
Scrape. Purge the Unclean. Scourge them.
Scrape. With Fire and Faith. Praise the Emperor!
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Preparations - Take 2
#61
Having written a rather *cough*grimdark*cough* piece and what could could be described as a rather darker look to the Halloween celebration - someone who sees it as a target rich environment - I felt compelled to write the other side of the coin, someone actually doing it properly. And toss in a bit of humor and comdey at the same time.
Disclaimer: Although these are all my characters, and they all run around in my head, given that at least one of them is on another server, the following could never happen. Be Grateful!

After hiking all over Striga Isle in the pounding rain and fog trying to track down traces of the Council, you get grass, twigs and rocks stuck in the most amazing places. You also get grubby, tired and very sore, regardless of your constitution, and when you finally track down said Council at the far end of the Striga chain, is it any wonder you put them down slightly harder then normal? And you do this with a smile despite knowing that they'll probably be out before you get back to base, knowing the rotating door system that is the Zig.
If ever Raven Bolt wanted to enjoy certain luxuries of the base: a nice warm soak in a bath followed by a session on the massage chair then curling up in bed and sleeping for a week, it was now, after above said experience.
However what she saw when she stepped into the base was so far out of the ordinary that it stopped her in her tracks. In the Main Hall, Daisy was stacking barrels and boxes up to the ceiling and ticking them off a clipboard. She was being watched by Kitty who had rather large bright eyes and Plasma who had a calculating look about her. These two, in turn were watched like a hawk by Sable who was leaning against the wall, And then there was Jelidan, at the back of the hall, who seemed to be in a deep meditative trance virtually hovering off the floor.
"16 barrels of sugar puffs... 9 buckets of Caramel Chews... 10 buckets of CatNip Creams... 4 crates of candy canes..." muttered Daisy as she went down the check list.
"And what precisely are you doing?" asked Raven Bolt coming to a stop.
Daisy jumped. She had not been expecting anyone else to be coming in just quite at the moment. Spinning round she saw a rather bedraggled Raven Bolt standing there with her hands on her hips.  In response, Daisy shot her a glare. "Don't do that! You made me lose my place!"
"Well?"
"I'm getting in candy for Halloween before the stores run out - getting the good stuff." grinned Daisy waving her clipboard. "And because I'm getting it now and in bulk I'm getting it at bargain rates."
"My Blade says that Daisy's ability to spot a bargain is almost preternatural." muttered Jelidan from the back of the hall in an undertone. Daisy huffed but Jelidan had submerged back into her meditation again.
"She's just jealous she can't make the bargains I can on the markets."
"I'll admit that buying early is a good idea," said Raven acknowledging the wisdom in Daisy's actions. "The thing is, have you got enough?"
"Oh no, no, no, no! This is just the second load. Two of Twelve." Grinned Daisy as all the eyes swiveled to her. "Remember what happened last year when we ran out due to someone raiding the supplies earlier?" At this she shot a glare at Kitty and Plasma who blushed and tried to put on a 'who-us-wasn't-me-I'm-innocent-wasn't-thinking-about-doing-it' look which fooled no one. However the damage was done. Merely by mentioning the said incident, she had managed to shock Jelidan out of her meditation and caused Sable to grimace and pale.
"Ugh," winced Raven. "If that happens I am not cleaning it up! And on that note, I'm going for a nice long soak." Raven started to make her way over to her room on the other side of the hall, not noticing the look that passed over Daisy's face.
"You *not* dare be touchin' my chocolate or chips." growled Sable, her eyes glowing. "Dey be Punishment if you do."
"Hopefully Sable, we'll have enough in," reassured Daisy.
"WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MY ROOM!" stormed Raven an instant later pounding back into the hall with her fists glowing and murder in her eyes.
"Now, Now, its only temporary..." began a pale Daisy. Jelidan had flashed over the Hall and had placed a hand against Raven's chest, stopping her charge. That and the pointy end of her blade at Raven's neck stopped her short. Kitty and Plasma meanwhile were giggling and laughing their heads off. They hadn't had this much entertainment since Kat "accidentally" left Danny's 'sensitive electronics' out in the rain.
"No fighting in the Hall, Raven." Jelidan stated. "Daisy made the mess. Daisy will explain and fix it."
"It's not like you ever use your room often."
"Well I'm using it now! Put it in Hugh's room. He hasn't used his room since forever."
"That's were the rest of the stuff is going."
"All I wanted was a bath and massage. Is that too much to ask? So where's my stuff now?"
"Where the Boss won't find it. Cupboard across the hall."
"Thank you!" exclaimed Raven, moving off to grab a fresh outfit.
"So who are you going as?" asked Daisy as Raven moved off.
"What? Bit earlier isn't it? It's still weeks away."
"Nah, I'm making my own costume. Save on tailor fees."
"...thrift...." muttered Plasma.
"So," pressed Daisy ignoring the whispered comments, "Who are you going as?"
"I don't know... Liberty?!"
"Lame!" "What!" "*gasp*" "Its come as you aren't. Just... no."
"Ok, how about a female Statesman?" Proposed Raven, pulling a fresh bundle of purple clothes out from the cupboard "I got a spare mask from last year."
"Sure... and join one of the other four gazillion other imitations wannabes out there. Your not even trying." sneered Daisy.
"What about you, Jel?" asked Raven. Looking across and noticing her expression which was as close to a sad smile as Jelidan got, Raven quickly continued " Oh yeah, Right. Sorry I forgot."
Sketching a short bow, Jelidan softly stated, her voice piecing the awkward silence that had fallen and shattering it like a plane of glass, "This one can not be anything other than Jelidan. Not even for an instant. My blade will not allow it. Tis the cost of wielding it. Do not fret. This one long ago made peace with that fact. However in keeping with the season instead of my normal hunting outfit we will be wearing my ancient traditional hunting uniform."
"That'll work," grinned Daisy marking something off her clipboard. "So Raven any ideas?"
"And if de next words dat you say," growled Sable, "Be dat you be goin' as de Boss or me: You be dead den I kill you. Den I tell de Boss."
"I don't know!" grumbled Raven. "I honestly hadn't thought about it! If you have so many ideas care to share?"
"Well I just so happened to find these neat action toy down at the store." grinned Daisy rummaging around in one of the boxes. Moments later she pulled out a boxed set of three action figures under the blazing title of 'Hero Sandwich' then underneath it was the titles Emerald Blast, Terrence Knight and Gamma Emission. There was a rather thick male, and two females. One had a shoulder pet and a bow in her hand, the other seemed to glow faintly green. "They were part of a set. Some sort of fictional characters. No one would ever think of going as these. Here... you can go as the tank."
So saying, Daisy ripped out the muscular tank and pressed it into Raven's hand. Raven examined the toy closer. She was sure she had seen someone like this somewhere before. A tinny voice issued from it: "Terrance - CHOP!" She looked up and saw how Daisy was trying to convince Kitty to go as Mr Whiskers (there was a faint "Go for the eyes Mr Whiskers!" coming from where Daisy was, and as a bonus stuffed toy don't talk!) and that she was going to con Danny into whipping something up to make her glow green.
"Someone somewhere is laughing at me," groaned Raven. "I only wanted a bath!"
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A time for rebuilding...
#62
The following was written based on the recent Rikti raids of Virtue and the publicly released information regarding the coming i-19 and Incarnates. It is also to explain the fact that Jelidan, my Katanna/SR scrapper is going to be secluded in 'mediation' until then and using a different build once it comes out. (Yes, I'll post the build to the relevant forum later)

The sky was falling and the Gods of Fate and Chance were laughing at her.
That was the conclusion that Jelidan had reached in the emerald light of dimensionally breached War Walls as she continued the running battle to reach the Town Hall of Kings Row. It was a feeling that she had felt only a few times before and each time she had dreaded it. Just like the unique shade of green that the sky was at the moment haunted several of her darkest nightmares.  But she didn't have time now to process the gnawing pit of horror in her belly and bones nor acknowledge the stark wave of terror that the sight of that particular shade of green sky threatened to induced. She was too busy to do so.
Jelidan and the other ‘volunteers' that were alongside her had started at the Independence Port gate and had worked their way through the King Garment Works district and to the foot of the stairs below Town Hall at Freedom Plaza. That had seemed to take hours of non-stop action and fighting, of dashing from place to place, from shelter to shelter, and from one hot spot to another without letup. All the crazies had seemed to descend on them, everyone with an issue, an agenda or pumped urge to inflict pain on others. All the while, the very air burned and became more and more toxic as buildings and bombs alike exploded and the Rikti bombardment continued. Not all of the group that had crossed from the Port into Kings Row were still with the group or were able to keep up the pace. Some were caught in the open and cut down by the patrolling Dropships, others fell to simple exhaustion and the rising pollution levels.  
When the team came across an unstable bomb that looked like it could blow at any moment that had landed outside an orphanage, a reformed Brute grabbed it and single handily dragged the bomb 50 metres down the road. This saved the orphanage and those trapped inside. However just as he let go of the bomb so that the rest of the team could try to defuse it, it exploded, spreading him over the nearby shops.
He would not be the only one to fall on that day.
Reports came over the comms system that the Rikti were attacking Skyway and Talos Island, Steel Canyon and Atlas Park, and Periguine Island. With those reports came calls for reinforcements from all quarters as the number of those that were disabled or injured in some fashion started to skyrocket.
It was plain to see that this was no ordinary offensive on the Rikti's part. They were being particularly brutal and ferocious this time.  It was almost as if they were offended somehow by the mere presence of this dimension and they were determined to wipe it from existence.  For it to be so co-ordinated, so intensive, and so aggressive, *something* drastic must have happened to have whipped them into a frenzy.
‘It's almost as if someone killed one of their Leaders and told them their momma wears combat boots or something and they blame us for it.' mused Jelidan.
At the foot of the stairs of Freedom Plaza below Town Hall, where the Rikti were trying to establish a beachhead, Jelidan and her team charged into the fight, reinforcing the heroes making a stand there.
The two forces, the defenders and the invaders clashed and interposed and then clashed some more. Wave after wave after wave of Rikti beamed into the fight as it dragged on into the night and then the next day. Jelidan and her Blade was everywhere, as were the rest of her team and the others that were comparatively more powerful and able then the ones that normally frequent King's Row. These higher powered one took on the lion's share of the fight and were right in the middle of the thickest fighting and were taking the brunt of Rikti assault as a result. The Rikti in turn gave more or better then they got. Already two more of the 'volunteers' that had come with Jelidan had fallen and medi-ported out to the overflowing hospital. The Blade of Jelidan flashed through the air like rippled lighting as it dispatched one Rikti invaders after another. Other Rikti were encased in the Earth, physically rent asunder, burnt, introduce to lead poisoning or dispatched in other methods.
During a momentary lull where she had been perchance positioned on the edge of the fighting, Jelidan took a moment to try to catch her breath and look over the battle field. It was a hard pressed battle and she in particular was almost at the end of her endurance. Despite her speed, and skill in dodging several attacks had gotten through. She could feel her ribs ache where one of the infantry had landed a telling blow, despite the quick battlefield healing with the medi-corder, and her normally quick mind felt like it was rattling around in her head after a run in with a Rikti Priest. That was before one considered the various cuts and scratches she had on herself from the ‘adventure' just to get to the fight.
With a deep centering breath, she flashed back in and across the battle and pulled a Guardian off a low level defender, while shouting an ancient battle cry. While admirable that the defender was helping out, there had been enough martyrs today - there would be no more on her watch. Jelidan herself had seen far too many martyrs in her lifetime, too many today, and the memories from her Blade were littered with them. Far better were a live Hero then a dead Martyr. Her Blade once more leapt out seeking the Guardian's weak points while Jelidan glared at the Heavies hovering overhead like vultures ready to devour the fallen.
And then suddenly, in a flash, the Rikti were gone...
The sky changed color, the Rikti flashed away, and Jelidan's Blade cleaved through empty air.
An eerie silence fell. For that one eternal moment, the entire suburb of King's Row paused and waited and then let the realization that the invaders had gone slowly sink in.
"Are they gone?" came a soft voice, that of a child with glowing orange eyes.
"Yes, they are gone," rumbled a walking slab of rocks as it bent down to pick the child up.
King's Row was 'safe', the Rikti had been repelled... this time, but at what cost?
The ground was a pitted with craters and other scars from the battle. Spent brass casings littered the area and there were puddles of various bodily fluids of various colors and odors. Several heroes laid on the ground, too still despite the best efforts of the defenders and other medical personnel now working on them. Melted tar and fused dirt mixed together to make a truly graphic signature that only matched some of the memories Jelidan received when she first claimed the Blade. Even then, the memories were from the first invasion and from several wars that the Blade's bearers had been in. As for the invading Rikti, they had taken every single one of their fallen and injured with them. Not one of them was left to be examined or interrogated in any shape or form.
Looking over the devastation,  Jelidan swore to herself, ‘Never Again' before moving off to make her way out to where her apartment use to be in High Park in King's Row. There was a slim chance that it hadn't been damaged by the Rikti bombardment. There was little more she could do here; as she wasn't trained to help and the comms system were silent. She herself needed to recover her wits and heal her injuries without stressing the hospital. It had been a near thing - if the fight had lasted mere moments longer, she would have been forced to perform the 'Dance of Four Winds' ritual which would have left her refreshed and basically untouchable for a few precious minutes before leaving her defenseless and exhausted... and dead. That she had reached a point that using such a maneuver looked appealing said a lot, and was something she would have to mediate deeply on.
As Jelidan made her way through the broken streets of The Gish, one voice out of the multitude of voices that whisper in the back of her mind, rose clear above the others.
"There is a better way. You are better than this," spoke that particular voice, resonating with wisdom and experience. Jelidan was not worried about hearing the voice, for it was a voice from on of the Blade's previous wielders.
'But, I'm already going my fastest! How come you haven't said anything earlier?' she mentally protested.
"Now you are ready. Now you will listen. It requires a new way, slightly altered outlook and intensive training, but the rewards will be worth it."
'Will I be able to prevent this?' Jelidan asked recalling the devastation and destruction that surrounded her but had left her apartment thankfully untouched.
"No Fighter can halt an Avalanche in motion, but you will Unleash the Dragon and give you options previously concealed."
'Then show me.' stated Jelidan after entering her unit and locking the door behind her. She flicked her communicator to unavailable and settled into a meditative trance in her training area - this would take some time.

'Dance of Four Winds' = Elude, 'Unlock the Dragon' = release full potential and more power
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#63
Time to unlock more true potential!
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
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All's Quiet On The Front Lines
#64
It had all started with Allison noticing Sammy was a little twitchy.
Truth be told, the taller Sabre wasn't exactly fully composed herself at the time. The war with the Praetorians had opened hard and fast, and Demo had been on the front lines since it hit. And found herself working harder than she ever had simply to stay alive. But at the end of it all, battered but victorious, they'd stumbled out of the rift portal to Praetoria, the reinforcements that Neuron had had prepared smashed and both he and Bobcat battered and beaten for the moment, though the feline Praetorian had taken a chunk out of their strike force before she went down.
The reaction on the other side of the portal had been incredible. The Praetorian War had hit worldwide, with more force than anyone could have predicted, targeted primarily on centers of superhuman concentration. Emperor Cole's forces had obviously intended to take out as much of their opposition in the first strikes as possible. Incredibly, barely, the combined forces of Primal Earth had thrown his invasion back, albeit with significant casualties and damage. Allison had barely had time to contemplate the damage to King's Row when they'd been defending the PPD precinct against an armored column of War Walkers and Clockwork to take down a rift generator construction site, but the Row would doubtless take months if not years to fully recover, if it ever did.
In the face of such an implacable and dangerous enemy, the PR machine under command of the Vanguard Herald division and Incandescent had already begun circulating footage and information about the "Alpha Strike" into Praetoria, the first thrust back towards the enemy that had caused such devastation. Allison and the rest of their team had been instant war heroes, with Vanguard operatives, Longbow troops, and almost any citizen they came across cheering them on on sight.
For her part, Demo was fairly sanguine about this. Such things didn't ruffle her much. But she had noticed the increasing frequency of the moments of tension in Sammy, and felt it would probably be best to give the girl a chance to decompress. A few of the others had held similar sentiments, leading to the group currently ensconced at Fernando's in Faultline, hidden away from the crowds of well-meaning revellers for a little while at least, while the group took advantage of the good stocks that the restaurant kept in the back.
"Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!" One more pair of reinforced mugs slammed down on the table as Demo and Sachie yet again broke even for how long it took them to finish off what was, by any other definition, a tankard each. It was cheap beer, and neither of them were really all that affected by it, but the pleasant buzz and warmth was there, as well as the companionship. Off to one side, Evangelia was bemoaning to Alice about the fact that she was apparently old enough to get involved in an inter-dimensional war and still not old enough to be allowed a beer, while Sammy was practically curled around a pitcher of something that Remy'd brought out from the back end and Allison couldn't quite identify. Gamma was nursing her beer with the pacing of long experience, apparently settling in for a long night's drinking, or perhaps to be ready to cart the drunks home afterward, while Shizuru was being perfectly elegant, respectable, and blatantly pretending like she wasn't mixing in a little something extra with her tea, courtesy of the house.
A few of the group weren't there, either having other plans or recuperating from the thrashing both Battle Maiden and Bobcat had delivered upon them over the course of the operation. It was a sobering thought...or it would've been, if Allison had been more than three-quarters sober at the moment. As another round was rolled up and she raised her glass in salute to the white haired ninja who grinned back at her across the table, Demo felt that perhaps, they'd pull through anyway, because if anyone could push this back, it was the people around her.
***
Nene bolted right for the door as soon as the knock came, having taken the later shift of hours to be awake when, not if, the group that even now she was regretting not being with came home. It was much to her surprise and considerable relief that the first thing she saw when she opened the door was a statuesque white haired figure, who Nene only realized after a moment had a slightly drowsy catgirl over one shoulder.
"What the hell?" she asked, because there were few other relevant questions at the moment as that.
"Demo's idea. Had a couple drinks," Sachie said, smiling in a way that worried Nene that her lover had taken one too many hits to the head. Sachie never smiled for that long a period at once just at random. "Great night."
"Oh, hi, Aunt Nene," Sammy slurred from the ninja's shoulder. "Didjyaknow Sachie can do a trick wiff cherry stems an' her tongue an' its really weird but kinda coolzzzzzzzz...."
Nene blinked, before looking back at Sachie who just chuckled as she stepped inside and set Sammy on one overstuffed chair and tucking a blanket over her. Nene raised an eyebrow at that as the taller woman turned around. "You're in a really good mood for some reasmmrph?!" she started, as her ability to speak was impeded by Sachie suddenly deciding to verify the contents of her mouth by tactile inspection. A few seconds into it, Nene's higher brain functions wrestled free sufficient system resources to break the kiss and look at Sachie clearly again, while simultaneously noticing that at some point they'd relocated to the couch with the white-haired woman underneath her. "Not that I'm complaining, but isn't this a bit out in the open?"
"Ifrit's sleepin' upstairs."
"Yes, but Sammy's sleeping right over there," Nene pointed out with a motion of her head at the recliner. Sachie gave her a devilish grin as she pulled the smaller woman down closer, so Nene didn't need to strain to hear the husky whisper of her voice.
"Let her watch then."
And those were the last words said for some time.
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"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
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#65
Heh. this totally brings one of Rev's best Thibor lines to mind:

"Is well known connection between sex, danger and violence, and when fight was over, all involved were very worked up, and mostly naked. Great time to be superhero. "
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to split the sky?
That's every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry-

NO QUARTER!!!
-- "No Quarter", by Echo's Children
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#66
hee hee, no better way to celabrate a sucsesful TF than with a night out... thank god DS wasn't there or he might get drunk enought to try Karioke again Tongue


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#67
The sword looked rather well made, at least from a distance. Long, gleaming blade, a strong but simple guard above a firm grip. But when Neko Romanova picked it up, instantly her expression shifted from an evaluating look to one that was much less impressed. “Not as good as it looks, is it?” Alice Romanova, Purrfect Archer commented idly from where she was making a sandwich.

“It’s a War Earth weapon,” Neko replied. “Most of its power came from the nanites it contained, and with them gone, it’s greatly reduced. In fact...” she balanced the sword in her hand for a moment, considering. “It’s not even designed to be wielded by a person, is it? The balance is all wrong. If it was from anywhere else, I’d say it’s actually decorative, but for War Earth...” Placing the sword back on the table, she turned to her former student. “It was one of Battle Maidens special swords. The ones she used for ground bombardment.”

“Uh-huh,” the younger catgirl replied, grabbing a slice of ham and placing it on top of the cheese. “I wanted one of the swords as a souvenir after surviving that. It was crazy. There were odd ripples in the air, and if you weren’t quick enough...” she winced. “Swords falling from orbit, fast enough and with enough nano-explosives to knock Emet on his granite-covered ass. And she had hundreds of the damn things. Remember those Purrfects from PSI?” Neko nodded and Alice shrugged. “They were getting hit every five seconds. If aunt Sylia hadn’t upgraded my old jetpack...”

Glancing at the sword again, Neko raised an eyebrow. “So... War Earth doesn’t like catgirls?” she asked dryly. Alice chuckled, finished building her sandwich, and took a bite. “But you didn’t ask me to visit as soon as I could spare just because you wanted to show me your new prize,” the woman continued, looking more serious.

Alice finished the mouthful of sandwich and nodded, looking much more serious herself. “I did have another reason. Incarnates.” Neko nodded, having expected as much. “I mean, I know Mender Ramiel says he’s willing to tell me anything I want to know about it, it’s just that... Well, I don’t trust him entirely. As useful as the Menders are, there’s just something about them...” She paused, searching for the right word, then shrugged and waved a hand. “Well, that I just don’t trust,” the girl finished with a wry smile.

Chuckling, Neko dropped into a seat. “And what makes you think I know any more about Incarnates then you do?” she asked. Her student gave her a rather old fashioned look, and the woman chuckled. “Well, aside from my habit of investigating all sorts of fascinating topics, and having had a long time to study.” When the look remained, Nekos grin faded, and she nodded. “Yeah. I’ve studied Incarnates. Not in as much detail as I’d like, mind you. Outside of Statesman and Recluse, they’re not exactly easy to find. Hell, Hero One never even knew what he was.”

Alice nodded, although her expression was somewhat troubled. “Do you remember what I looked like when we first met?” she asked, sitting down. “I was a scrawny fifteen year-old that barely broke five feet that could magically summon the strength to handle a bow, with purple hair and pointed ears.”

Her old teacher didn’t answer for a moment, thinking back to the homeless girl she’d been sent to advise, and the changes that had taken place over the past two years. “Then the ears became cat ears,” she murmured. “And as you became more powerful, the tail, the fur, the glowing eyes for a while there-”

The catgirl snorted. “That was a pain in the ass.”

“-And you added an extra foot in height, and a lot of muscle, although at least some of that is the benefit of your mothers cooking,” she pointed out.

“But you see where I’m going with it.” Without noticing she was doing it, Alice began to pace back and forth across the kitchen. “The magic, the power I already have, it’s had a lot of physical effects on me. What if the Well has even more? I’m happy as I am, and the Well’s done it before. Look at Recluse and those experiments he’s got hidden under Grandville.” She was starting to wave her hands around as she walked, a clear sign of her concern. Neko, knowing the girl well, letting her vent as needed. “Then there’s things like Reichsman, and Romulus and all these other things I can’t begin to explain... What if I start changing again?” Stopping, she turned to face Neko. “More feline, more human, more like the other Incarnates, it doesn’t matter. I’m happy the way I am. I’m comfortable. I don’t want to go through that again.”

“And you won’t,” Neko promised. Rising to her feet, she placed her hands on the girls shoulders. “The Well of the Furies responds to willpower, but it is not the only will at work here. There’s you. The power you access from this point on, be it from your own magic or from the power of the Well, found through the countless conduits it has hidden, will be yours to command,” she said quietly, her voice intent. “You will shape it, command it, control it. For over two years you have trained and grown, both as a hero, and as a person. Where you go from here, you will decide. And knowing you as I do, my dear Purrfect Archer, I doubt that the Well is going to be able to change you in a way you don’t want.” The girl managed a faint smile, before Neko added “besides, I’m pretty sure Inyme likes you as you are. Good motivation.”

The girl laughed at that, hugging the taller woman. “Thanks,” she said, even as Neko returned the hug. “I think I needed that.”

Smiling softly, the taller woman broke the embrace, squeezing Alices shoulder gently. “If you want, I can go get my information on Incarnates, walk you through it.”

“I think it’d help,” Alice admitted, then scowled as her phone beeped for attention. “Damn,” the girl muttered as she checked the text message. “Maria Jenkins wants some people to sweep Peregrine for Warworks. You don’t mind if I...”

“No, get going,” Neko replied. “I’ve got things I need to do myself.” Nodding, Alice headed for the front door, leaving her mentor standing alone in the kitchen. Neko waited for the front door to close, then raised a hand. There was a flicker of light, and then an odd crystal appeared, floating above her palm. It seemed to emit its own light, almost pure white, and Nekos eyes narrowed as she watched it ripple over her skin.

For a moment, her hand was different. Smaller, with a coating of light brown fur. Then the hand closed around the Incarnate Shard, the power vanishing from the room, and her hand was her own again. “The power answers to your will,” she murmured. “Never forget that, and never let it do otherwise.”
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#68
Brothers and sisters, I come to you in the wake of recent events to issue a call to reason. Let no human deny the perils of our time. While we battle one another, divided by the petty strife of our common history, the tide of a greater conflict is turning against us, threatening to destroy all that we have accomplished. It is time for us as nations, and as individuals to set aside our longstanding feuds and unite. 
The tides of an unwinnable war are upon us, and we must seek refuge upon higher ground, lest we be swept away by the flood. The old nations and organizations you once knew are no more. Whatever semblance of unity and protection they once provided are phantoms… memories. With our enemies left unchecked, who will you turn to for protection
The devastation wrought by the Hamidon War is self-evident. We have seen our homes and communities destroyed by the unrestricted nuclear holocaust of desperate governments. We have seen firsthand our friends and loved ones consumed by the nightmarish Devoured. Uprecedented, and unimaginable though they may be, these are the signs of our times.
The time has come, my brothers and sisters, to rally to a new banner. In unity lies strength. Already many of the surviving pockets of humanity have joined us. Out of the many we shall forge an indivisible whole, capitulating only to a single throne
And from that throne…I shall watch over you. From this day forward, let no human make war upon any other human. Let no foreign agency conspire against this new beginning. And let no man consort with dissident powers. And to all the enemies of humanity, seek not to bar our way. For we shall win through… no matter the cost.
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- Emperor Marcus Cole I
Founding Day Speech, Imperial capital city of Praetoria
January 1st, 0001 PPF (Post-Praetoria Founding)
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"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
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#69
Somebody's got Starcraft on the brain.

I can totally see Cole making this speech, though!
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#70
I'd been bouncing through the cutscenes on YouTube and that came to mind. It was rather easy to manage, comparatively, and I'd already done something similar with one of V's speeches from V for Vendetta, amusingly before GR came out.
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"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
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#71
“This former soldier of Arachnos stands before you, guilty of the greatest of crimes!” the Arachnos Crab Spider declared, his voice amplified by his armor, nearly deafening the crowd of nervous civilians gathered in the courtyard below. “Treason against Arachnos!” he growled, turning towards the battered and broken Bane Spider kneeling next to him, helpless in the psychic field two Fortunas had trapped him in. “Treason against Lord Recluse.” The contempt in his voice carried to the civilians below, and to the tens of thousands watching on their televisions across the Isles.

“He failed, as one would expect,” the man growled. “No one can stand against the Master of Arachnos. But that does not change his crime. Attempted treason against Recluse, our lord and savior, has only one punishment.” Turning, he picked up a large axe from where it had been resting on a table, waiting. One of the guards reached down and forced the prisoners head into place on the chopping block, then stepped back. “No mercy, no forgiveness. Death is the fate of all traitors,” the man declared, raising the axe... then looked away at a sudden scream.

He had just enough time to recognise the gleaming white form of Arbiter Kim, before the screaming man collided with him hard enough to break several bones and send them crashing into the wall behind them. The guards stared at the broken pair in confusion, then looked back in the direction the Arbiter had come from.

A single woman stood there, standing out against the dark metal of Grandville in the blue and gold of the Legendary’s uniform. “Gentleman,” Purrfect Archer called out, her voice clear and unafraid. “I’ve come to collect a friend of mine. If you’ll kindly step away from the man you plan to murder, I’ll be able to leave without further incident.”

For a long moment, the guards stared at her, unable to believe what they were seeing. One woman, all alone, at the very seat of Lord Recluses power? Was she insane? She couldn't hope to survive... could she?

Then one of the guards went for his weapon. “Take the hero down!” he ordered. “For Lord Recluse!” That snapped the other guards out of their shock, and they raised their own rifles and shock maces.

Smiling, the catwoman leapt into the air, Vanguard bow powering up in her hands as she almost flew over the crowd towards the Arachnos soldiers.

***

“You’d think they’d have killed this by now,” Ifrit mused, watching the broadcast from the Isles thoughtfully.

“Hmm, they’d love to do that,” Nene replied with a playful grin. “However, it seems that someone has taken control of Grandvilles own security system, and is using that to broadcast this insult to Recluse and Arachnos to all that wish to see it.”

“Oh dear,” Ifrit chuckled. “How truly horrible...” Her smile widened as she watched her daughter duck under a mace and send the weilder flying with just a wave of her hand, a pair of arrows quickly following to make certain he stayed down. “Remember how she was the first time we saw her?” she asked.

“Mmm. Shy little thing, paranoid and trying to pretend she wasn’t.” Nenes grin had become a soft smile as she remembered. “Scared of the Hellions and Outcasts, ready to run... and now, she’s storming Grandville all alone, taking down Arbiters and throwing spiders around, utterly unafraid.”

As they watched, Alice was moving again, taking down one of the Fortunas holding the prisoner in place with a rain of arrows, before simply turning and looking at the other one. The woman doubled over with a scream as the feline tore through her mental defences with ease. “You teach her that?” Nene asked the young woman sitting next to them. Inyme only replied with a rather delighted smile, and the Sabre chuckled before turning back to the television.

“That’s my girl,” Ifrit laughed as Purrfect Archer ran through the cheering crowd, many of whom were vanishing into the side alleys and slums that surrounded Grandville. The heroine stayed ahead of the rebelling Bane Spider, hitting any Arachnos soldiers between her and her exit hard enough to make sure they stayed down. In minutes, the pair were on the Longbow ship as it turned and moved away from the island, the bulk of Arachnos forces in the area still too stunned to catch them.

“That’s our girl,” Nene agreed, leaning against her wife with a proud smile.
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#72
Nice Fic MD, Purrfect Archer is all grown up now and kicking ass and pwning Arachnos like a bunch of noobs *grin*. The first thing that came to mind upon reading Alice useing TK to push the spider away before sticking it full of arrows was 'Pull!'
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#73
It would be fair to say that Purrfect Archer was not having a good day. It had started with Sammy beating her to the last of the Hami-Os cereal, leaving her with just toast. Then she’d had to go deal with a Praetorian plot in the sewer network, leading to the discovery her new boots had a tiny crack in them, just big enough for the water to get in.

Then, with a soggy foot and a headache from all the Seers, she got a phone call from the PPD, regarding someone that looked like her in a black version of her usual costume robbing a bank and blowing up two police cars. There was no doubt in anyones mind it was yet another clone by the 5th Column, or an evil Alice from another dimension, or a Nemesis automaton, or possibly a new way of using her face for evil, but it was still a terrible pain, and Alice had to go meet with the PPD, as opposed to going and getting lunch.

Then she found the police station full of Malta operatives, all of them trying to kill her, an idiot uniformed police officer that actually believed she’d turned evil, and was claiming she’d already turned herself in... And then Silent Blade showed up, claiming she’d been hired to kill her for her crimes

It would be fair to say that Purrfect Archer was not having a good day. It would be more accurate to say she was having a miserable day, and she’d taken her frustrations out on one of the worlds greatest assassins. Had she been less irritated, she’d have been rather amazed at how easily she beat down the woman, Silent Blade never even touching her before being disarmed and embedded in the floor.

Of course, the day was made even worse when her double showed up, furious at her interference. Five seconds later, Alice was brushing dust off her hands, glaring at the woman climbing out of a shattered desk. “Sit down and don’t move,” she snarled, stepping on the clones bow and snapping it.

“You won’t get away with this you villain!” the duplicate growled, switching tactics. “I don’t know how you were able to defeat me, but I’ll find a way to stop you.” Alice rolled her eyes and let fire dance over her hand, making the clone shut up.

“A minute ago you were going on about your Malta allies in front of video and audio surveillance, so don’t try the old ‘I’m the real me’ routine,” she muttered. “I’m having a bad day and if you keep it up, I’ll demonstrate how easy it is to turn off your bladder control.”

“... What?” the girl blinked.

“Adult diapers for the rest of your life if you keep annoying me.”

“... I’ll be good,” the duplicate said, looking rather horrified all of a sudden.

“Good girl,” the real Archer said. “Now, let’s discuss who you really are, and why you decided to rob some banks with my face.”

Behind her, Silent Blade pulled herself back to a standing position, watching the scene quietly for a long moment. She stared at Alices back, then at the duplicate. Then she darted forward, grabbing her sword from where it had fallen, bringing it up in a swing designed to take the duplicates head clean off-

Only to have the blade glance off Alices armored gauntlet in a shower of sparks. “Oh what the hell?” the catgirl snarled.

“I was hired to kill Purrfect Archer,” Silent Blade said calmly, meeting Alices eyes with a cold amusement that only irritated the heroine even more. “And so I shall. The Purrfect Archer guilty of the crimes that resulted in my contract. It is no longer your concern.” Behind her, her duplicate squeaked in terror.

Flames and psychic energy wrapped around Purrfect Archers body. “No one is murdering anyone today, understood?”

“I shall not underestimate you again, but I will dispose of my target,” Blade said, then lunged. Archer twisted, avoiding the blade with ease, then drove her fist into Silent Blades face, a pulse of telekinetic force throwing her across the room again. Her ears twitched at the sound of movement behind her and she turned to look at her clone, who was currently trying to sneak away.

“Sit. Down.” The telepathic command accompanying those words weren’t really needed as the duplicate did as she was told. Alice terrified her, honestly. Nodding in satisfaction, she turned back to Silent Blade, then casually avoided the next lunge, blasted her away again, then put an arrow through the womans leg.

“Ngh! You... will not stop me from claiming my target,” she managed, actually standing up again. Alice growled in frustration, ears going flat, and then about half a dozen Malta operatives charged around a corner and her temper snapped.

“That’s it! Everyone’s volunteered for a trip to the burn ward!”

***

The duplicate stuck her head up from behind the ruined desk, looking at the scattered piles of bodies around a completely untouched Purrfect Archer. Her original paid no attention to her, stalking over and pulling Silent Blade out of a crushed file cabinet. “Now then. Let me say this one last time, and let’s see if you get the message. You go around murdering people, and I’ll break you.” Staring into her eyes for a moment, Alice nodded and dropped her, turning back to her twin. “Okay you, we need to talk.”

“... okay,” she managed, looking rather terrified. Alice smiled, breaking the effect.

“Don’t worry, you behave and you’ve got nothing to worry about. I mean, you didn’t kill anyone, right?”

“I... don’t think so?” she replied, still looking somewhat nervous as Alice came over and sat down next to her. “They just wanted me to make a really big mess and make you look bad.”

“So you went along with it?” Alice wondered, and she nodded again. “What’s your name, anyway?”

“... My name?” the girl asked, looking confused. “Why would I have a name?” It was an honest question, and Alice sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“What did they call you?”

“Uh... Subversion Unit Seven-nine,” she replied, blinking again as Alice groaned. “Did... Did I do something wrong?”

“A few things,” the woman replied with a soft smile. “Let’s see what we can do about fixing that.”
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Bad Hair Day
#74
((Writen after Purrfect Mess went agisnt Hamidon ona  LGTF, few weeks late due to RL agro, enjoy)
Reeve opened the door to Jasmine’s apartment, a little curious as to why she had called him over so early in the morning. He heard form her partner at the station that she had been tacking  medical leave lately, apparently she was down with some sort of bug or something, a little voice of paranoia wondered if… no… they were using protection…
Shaking his head he stepped in and called out. “Hey kitten? You okay?”
There was a call form the bathroom. “Um… yeah… can you come here please?”
As he made his way to her, he noticed that there was several packets for razors and such piled on the counter, curiosity building, he cautiously opened the door to the bathroom, he blinked dumbly at the sight that greeted him.
Jasmine was in her large green form, wrapped in a towel, with thick layer of shaggy fur covering her arms and legs. She blushed as he entered, a sheepish grin on her face. “Um… hey... I sort of need a hand.”
He looked her up and down. “What on earth happened kitten?”
Looking down she slowly mumbled a reply. “Um… well… you know how I’m part plant… right?”
“Yeah”
“Well… a few days ago I got to close to the Hamidon… and well… it promotes growth in plants and that and… um… yeah.” She waved a hairy arm. “Now I look like a big green Wookie.” Her expression was that of misery and embarrassment.
He sat down next to her, wrapping an arm around her large fuzzy frame. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
She handed over a pair of electric sheers and a brush. “Would you mind helping me with it?”
Chuckling he took the shears as she dropped the towel, he could see very well that she managed to trim her front down to what it normally looked like, but her back more closely resembled a shag carpet.
“This… may take a while kitten... and I might need a bigger pair of shears.”
- - -
Later.
Reeve dropped the last pair of clogged shears, wiping his brow as he leaned back and looked over at his work. “I think that’s all of it kitten… I think.” Looking around he kicked away a pile of green fur.
She nodded and turned to face him. “Sorry about this… I would have gone to a professional but... couldn’t get anything to fit and didn’t want to head out like that...” she trailed off, blushing heavily.
“Hee, it’s okay kitten, I’m glad that I could help.” He looked around and poked a clump of hair with his foot. “So what do we do about all this?”
“Meh, I can deal with it later, right now I need a long shower.” She looked at him and giggled slightly. “You might need one too.”
Turning he looked in the mirror and burst out laughing, a fine layer of green “fuzz” covering him. “Well... your shower is big enough for two…” he left the line hanging, getting a slight giggle from her.
Grinning he stood on his tip toes and gave her a quick kiss. “So feeling better now kitten?”
Smiling she nodded, wrapping her arms around him. “Thanks for the help again.”
“S’what I do kitten.” he gave a playful grin. “So, shower?”


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Influence and Power (1/2)
#75
((AN: In an attempt to trim an enormous snippet down I've taken a bit out and put it here separately... all will be become significantly clearer when part 2 is posted tomorrow. This is part of my lead-up to The Big Event.))

"Mr. Tao, van Craft, .... Thank you, and many happy returns to you too. ... Yes, yes, yes the Gift was splendid. Thank you.... Indeed. She is most helpful. She's here right now working hard and taking pride of place in our office. ... I look forward to it. ... Last time we talked you expressed interest in expanding your operations. Is that still your intention? .... Excellent. I have with me here a list of properties that the owners are, absent, in need of assistance, distracted, or no longer present, if you get my meaning. ... I'm sending it to you now. ... You have it? Excellent. ... Certainly. ... Yes, some tenants leases would require some re-negotiations from punitive clauses. ... Yes, a delicate but firm touch. ... You have specialists? .... 'Aggressive Negotiations' oh, I must remember that one. ... Nonsense. ... Well, look at the fifth one on the list. ... I thought that one would catch your eye. .... Yes the owner is, how you say, 'volunteering their services at a Government Facility'. ... Nasty business that. ... If you could get the seventh or eight one and pass it to the usual holding company. ... That's the one. ... If you do that for me, I'll call it even. ... Excellent. ... Nice doing business with you too. ... I look forward to the rematch. ... Yes, Until next time Mr. Tao."
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