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Post by Linsie on Jan 8, 2008 18:15:07 GMT -5
"A... secretary?" Alaina whimpered the word. Shaking her head slowly as she thought about the idea. 'Oh god... no. Anything but that.' Her mind flickered to the young woman who had wheeled the cart down the halls. Blank, emotionless, and hopeless. Not ever seeing the outside, just being a hopeless slave, she wouldn't become one of secretaries. She chewed her lip nervously as she reached out for the hilt of the menacing sword. Trembling as her hand neared only for him to pull it away and sheath it.
Wait, he had a sword with him? Shit. Didn't really think about it much until he hid it from view in a sheath again.
Alaina stepped out cautiously and let him in the front so she could follow. She was lead through the egg white corridor, seeing multiple black, thick doors, and finally at the very end of the corridor the biggest and darkest door stood. "Your superior?" Alaina asked. Beginning to tremble, knowing he had to be cruel and horrible.
They entered swiftly, Alaina shivering and shaking. The room was medium sized but decorated in darkly hues. Like blacks and dark greys. Alaina stood beside Dante in front of his Superior's large oak desk, wincing as she took in the mans broad form. Bulky with muscle and a suit covering him professionally, he glared through narrowed, mahogany eyes. "Dante? Did I not ask for a rebmevon?" He glanced over Alaina, taking in her form before returning his glare back to Dante. "Not a pitiful girl."
Alaina glared for a quick second. Getting a little tired as being referred to as a girl. She was, after all, eighteen. Not thirteen. But then again, she was pretty small.
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Poe
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'So, in conclusion, wolves think they are squirrels.' -Ara
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Post by Poe on Jan 10, 2008 16:25:19 GMT -5
Marcus stared at her, eyes half closed, bored of the situation already. "You could always let me out, and we could play in the city. Or..." He shrugged. "You could set me free, and make a game of trying to find me again." He smiled slightly. Wouldn't that be fun? He doubted that the little girl would go for it. She was probably smarter then she looked, and that was a scary, scary thought. So, shaking it away he waited impatiently for her response. It would be a miracle if he got out.
However, he kept his hopes down and slowly stood, trying to get the shakes out of his legs, trying to stand tall and strong. It probably wouldn't work. It had been so so long since he'd last eaten, or even really moved. They were slowly killing him. And doing a damn good job of it. Running a hand through his hair he put a hand on him stomach, swallowing the acid and bile that had risen with his sudden movement down his throat.
Hmmm... He wouldn't get very far if she DID agree to let him out...
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Post by TsubasaKamiya on Jan 12, 2008 16:01:25 GMT -5
Dante lowered his head when in front of his superior, as custom. Inside though he grimaced, long before knowing that the man would ask him this. Countlessly in his mind, he had rehearsed some way of an excuse, so he picked the one of the best.
"Yes sir, I am very sorry about that sir. But you see, nobody had informed me that he was a Mentis," it was always good to put the fault on someone else. Here it was a 'dog eat dog' world. "so he used his power on me which stalled me a bit. He was also with a fellow freak, which made matters worse." And now, to always top the excuse with some good thing, or else the superior would be very angry indeed.
"But, I successfully hit him with my tranquilizer bullet, so he should be immobile right now and not able to use his power. If we send out more people, I think we can get him." Now, to turn the attention to Alaina so that bringing her wouldn't have been so useless.
"Now see, this girl, I was planning on killing her, but Kya thought it wise to possibly train her to be a Rekart or something. If not..." He turned to her, grinning with that gleam in his eye.
"Then I can always do what my first plan was." Inside, Dante cackled at this Maybe the superior would be nice enough to let him just kill the useless girl. But seeing how angry he was...Dante wouldn't count on that.
The superior sighed, and moved slowly back in his chair.
"Alright, alright. I suppose we can use the girl. But I want you to go with a few people to capture that Rebmevon immediately." As if thinking it over in his head, he paused for a bit.
"Okay, go with your usual. Hanagai, Chris, and maybe that girl. This could be her test to see if she's useful." Dante inwardly sighed. Damn, no blood today. He bowed, thanking the man many times, and gracefully strolled out with Alaina behind him. As they walked through the dimmed halls, they came into the housing section, where the Rekarts lived.
"Alright little girl, its time you met my partners. We'll start off with Chris."
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Post by Linsie on Jan 16, 2008 0:33:21 GMT -5
Alaina had remained deathly silent the whole meeting. She didn't dare speak, letting the superior and Dante converse. 'What the hell is a mentis?' She thought, looking for any expression on their faces, as if that could possibly tell her something. She followed Dante out, not giving the superior a bow or anything of the sort, she had no respect of him yet.
She bit her lip as Dante was about to lead her to his comrades, noticing that there were many doors, almost like an apartment of some means of boarding. "Wait!" She quickly grabbed his forearm before he could step away. She hadn't realized what she had done until she did it. She blinked, fearful at first, but ignored that fear for once. She pulled him roughly towards her. "Come here, I need to talk."
She inhaled sharply, trying to gain a calm composure, and trying not to look away from his face like a coward. "Okay, could you please explain what the hell's going on?" She was talking seriously and she wasn't going to back up, be a coward. "I mean, you said that you would explain once I got here, right? What's a rebmevon? Are you just going to let me find out on my own when we're apparently going to fight? Wouldn't that be stupid on you're part?" Wouldn't she end up endangering himself and his partners if she didn't know what was going on?
"By the way, my name's Alaina. I'm eighteen and I'm an adult. My name isn't little girl no matter how many times you say it. People can get a job, go to college, have children, just about anything else that goes along with being an adult, at my age." She hissed the words, but they were swift, this time her honey eyes moving into a icy glare. Still, she looked pretty pathetic compared to Dante.
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Post by TsubasaKamiya on Jan 18, 2008 19:13:01 GMT -5
As the ticked off girl spoke, Dante listened with a smirk. She seemed to have quite a stubborn side, he thought, how interesting. Being stubborn and being brave was always a good aspect. But too much will only get you killed. The dark-haired man smiled at her with that fake, sinister smile that he has, and shoved her against the wall. He let his hand push against the wall next to her face, smiling still.
"Ah ah ah, temper temper Alaina. But I do say, I admire you for being brave. You could make a good Rekart." Taking his hand off the wall and straightening his jacket, Dante composed his face back to that awful smirk he had.
"Alright, to be fair I'll explain to you everything. You see, remember what you saw back there? The two people running from me and my partner? Well, they were rebmevons." Dante paused, making sure she was following before continuing.
"Rebmevon was a planet, we do not know much about it since our Rebmevon co-workers refuse to tell much about it, but we do know that every being on that planet had powers, each with one kind. There were many kinds, like for instance back then you saw that girl shoot fire, well she was a fire elemental. I don't want to get too much into details right now, but we, the Government, are hunting down these 'freaks' as I call them so that we can somehow harness their power and accomplish our goal." The sinister man stopped, catching his breath, and without her noticing he mumbled under his breath.
Whatever our bloody goal is."
Turning his gaze and focus back to the confused girl, he continued again.
"But, some of these freaks have decided to join us for many different reasons, as you saw my partner was one. And that's all there is to it. So are you satisfied now?" Without even waiting for a reply from her, he grabbed her arm and tugged her off to Chris's room. Reaching his door, he didn't bother to knock but banged open the door.
"Chris! Brat, get out here! We're going on a mission, so get your things together!"
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raven
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I can teach you, but I'd have to charge...CHOCOLATE!
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Post by raven on Jan 18, 2008 19:22:53 GMT -5
A Rekart, a ninja, a fierce warrior, blood stained, and down right not innocent.
Yet, still a small girl she was.
And even with the skill of an assassin, she had the mind of a little girl.
Pondering on this thought, Hanagai 'humphed' and put her hand to her chin. She started to walk back and forth, eyes focused and brain occupied. And then, she jumped suddenly, a smile on her face.
"Ano! Superior-sama said that today I would go on a mission with Dante-sama and Chris-kun! So maybe, I could bring Marcus-kun along! Hai! That would be sugoi!" She dance around, so happy with her realization, as if she just solved the cure for cancer. She landed on the poor man's lap and put her arms around him.
"Ah, Hana-chan likes you verrrryyy much! She would like to have you as a candidate for her danna, behind Dante-sama! Even if you are a freak, Hana-chan does not discriminate!" She then, much to the man's obvious dismay, kissed him on the cheek.
Hai - Yes
Sugoi - Amazing, awesome, wonderful
Danna - Husband or master.
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Skri
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Post by Skri on Jan 19, 2008 23:29:01 GMT -5
As voices and movements occurred, it caused Chris to twist and turn in his sleep, which appeared to become lighter and lighter. With a grunt, he took grasp of his pillow, shoving it over his ears to attempt to shut out some sound. No matter what he did, the voices grew louder and louder.
Didn't people ever hear of keeping their voices down?
The only thing successful Chris had done in the past hour was soundless, un-bothered sleep. He never had a single thing to do in such a long time, so he finally figured sleep could help pass his interminable time to himself.
Before he could grow any further with his thoughts, he was immediately disrupted by his worst nightmare; Dante. Sure, he wasn't like some huge evil smudge, but he was quite the prick.
Chris's half asleep body shot up, flailing his arms as he looked to the door. He took his hand, quickly brushing his hand over his hair before he furrowed his brow. "Christ, Dante! It's called knocking!" He basically shouted, pushing himself off the bed as he got to the door, shutting it as he neared.
It really just sucked not having a lock on his door.
"...I'll be out in five." [/size][/color]
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Post by Linsie on Jan 22, 2008 1:15:42 GMT -5
Alaina nearly tripped over her own two feet as Dante began to roughly drag her to Chris' room. 'He's got to be lying. What the hell? Aliens?!' She thought incredulously, not really paying the slightest bit of attention to where he was taking the girl. Still, she couldn't help but feel sort of happy, she had gotten her explanation and stood up to him. That really wasn't like her, standing up for herself.
She had grown attached to staring at the night sky, it amazed her for some odd reason. How all the stars' positions in the sky changed, except for the North Star of course, how the moon was so close yet so far away. You could even see completely different galaxies yet they looked like any of the other twinkling stars. She had always figured it to be impossible for there not to be life else where, but here these aliens were on a completely different planet. That she didn't think about.
Why? Why did they even powers? They looked almost exactly like humans, how was that even possible? So many questions and it was useless asking Dante, because he didn't know either. He probably didn't care though.
She was tugged away from her thoughts as the two halted in front of a door. Dante just charging in and ordering somebody to hurry up and then heard a returning voice. She looked down at her black converse shoes almost shyly, rubbing them together in an anxious way. "Is he like you?" She murmured the simple question to Dante.
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Post by TsubasaKamiya on Jan 25, 2008 18:38:46 GMT -5
The dark-haired man perked up at the whispering sound of Alaina's voice, and looked down to the questioning girl. He grinned slyly like a fox, and then turned his face back to where it was.
"Hmm? Like me how? How am I 'like'?" But inside Dante knew very well what she had meant. Twisted, insane, evil, sadistic, blood-thirsty, cruel. Well no, Chris was very different. That boy was pure, untainted, innocent. Everything Dante was not. And that's why the man loved to pick on the boy, to annoy him, to make him frusterated, to rile him up. The boy's very innocence made Dante's blood just about boil. One day he would break him, make him like he was. Oh how glorious would that be.
Pulling up his sleeve, Dante looked down at his ticking watch, and then just as quickly looked back up. He didn't even bother checking how long it had been.
"5 minutes are up boy! It's time to go ready or not, or I'll just come and get you myself."
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Post by Whisper on Feb 8, 2008 21:35:52 GMT -5
Gentle. Careful. Soft. Don’t push to hard. Don’t be to rough.
Ivy Smith lay on her bed, starring up at the ceiling above her. It seemed as if her world revolved around those three words: Gentle. Careful. Soft.
When she got angry she had to control herself. When she was happy she had to control herself. When she did anything she had to concentrate.
Sitting up, she tossed her journal aside, done writing in it for the day. In her opinion, she spent too much time filling it with her thoughts anyway. Standing up, she ran her fingers through her hair, twirling an end of it.
Her room was nothing out of the ordinary, really just the necessities. After all, her work was the main priority. Scattered across different flat surfaces of her room were pictures of her family and friends. All in the past year, seeing as everything was left behind on Rebmevon. And what a fine twenty-two years they had been.
All the laughs and good times, memorable ones at that, and then they were defeated. The planet had to fall. No one but her parents escaped, none of her friends, no aunts or uncles, no grandma’s and grandpa's. Kinda like her against the world.
Work was good for her though and once her parents signed up, Ivy knew she couldn’t resist. That’s how she got to where she was today, hard work and determination. No distractions.
Except those few times, where she would get this nagging feeling something was wrong. Very wrong. She remembered the first time it had happened, it was one of her first missions. He was an elemental, fire to be exact, and one of the attacks that he threw at her just sparked something. She saw blonde hair and blue eyes, and then as quick as it happened it was gone.
Since then it only happened once every few weeks, but really never. Just those few times when something would slip. Sighing, she pulled her hair up into a sloppy bun, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Green eyes and dark brown locks was all she got back. Crossing her room she lifted up her bed, pulling out her shoes from underneath.
Ah, the convenience of being a super. And unlike most, this girl knew her strength.
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Post by blind on Feb 12, 2008 13:31:20 GMT -5
The cigarette dangled from pale, thin fingers. Blue smoke drifting up, the wind pushing it away. Pale lips remained closed, set in a firm, thin line, his jaw clenching and un-clenching. Clench, unclench, inhale, exhale, repeat. The cigarette was his first today, and what a relief. A moment of peace from the chaos of work. It was just good to get away sometimes..
He flicked the cigarette and the ashes fell, sprinkling to the concrete at his feet, picking them up and blowing them away. But he wasn't paying any attention, gaze locked instead up at the sky, gray eyes glazed over. Daydreaming.
Something you didn't have much time for in this business. Not much time for his waking dreams to be 'clean', either. All his dreams on Earth, waking or otherwise were tainted with blood. Tilted into this red hue and it bothered him. But that was okay because he was doing something good for his family. But it wasn't okay because he was doing something bad for his species. Both reasons were alright though, because in the end, no matter where you've sold your soul, you've still got a cigarette to smoke, and you've always got something to go back to.
He lifted the cigarette, prepared to put it back into his mouth when a small vibration started in his pocket. The hand with the cigarette fell back to his side, while his other slipped into the pocket of his black pants, coming up with a gray, standard company issue cell phone.
Damion flipped the clamshell open, putting it to his ear, and replied with a curt, "Yes?" But instead of having a conversation, instead of being grateful for company (voices on the phone are still company), he just tilted his head to the side a little bit and listened. The voice (his company) just vibrations in his hand, sounds into his ear.
Damion was quiet for a moment, letting whoever it was, (it sounded like his boss), continue, saying what he had to say. Damion responded with a nod, loosening his fingers and dropping the cigarette onto the cold cement below. He raised his foot, stifling the fire while at the same time responding with a professional, "Yes, Sir. Right away, Sir."
The voice on the other end disappeared, and the only sound was that of the phone being snapped shut and placed back into its place in his pocket. It was time to go. (Your break is over Time's up), but he lingered on the wall for a moment, looking back up at the sky, lips set in a line, eyes without that passionate glitter (oh, how romantic).
And he pushed himself off the wall, turned, and pushed open the heavy, red side door, and stepped back into the building.
A few minutes and a 120 floors and he's making his way through the hallways looking for Dante. A new person in the government. A human in the government. A new human in the government with Dante. Maybe they had a point in sending him after all.
He found Dante and the girl in front of someone's door, and Damion approached them, nodding in professional greeting towards Dante, eyes drifting from him to the girl, (she must be the human), before stopping on Dante again.
"Dante?"
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Post by TsubasaKamiya on Feb 16, 2008 12:12:04 GMT -5
The dark-haired man turned from his position in front of Chris's door to the man greeting him. Smiling like a gentleman, Dante was relieved to find Damion. Damion here was one of the only people in the world he could relate too, so you could say they got along very well. Stepping out of the doorway, Dante reached his hand to shake with Damion's, a greeting he usually did.
"Ah, Damion, how perfect to see you. You see, we are going on another mission to retrieve a few pesky rebels. Would you like to come?" It was noticed that the man never called the rebmevons 'freaks' in front of a fellow 'freak'. He didn't do it in front of Kya, and he didn't do it in front of Damion. But for everyone else, who were normal, he used the offensive term. Dante hated the annoying species, always thinking that they were better than everyone because they had one measly power. They, thinking that they were so special, so above normal, and that they could just waltz down to his planet and act like they own the place. Dante sneered inside, the freaks probably laughed at humans behind their backs, and thought how stupid and pointless they were. Even if that was what Dante thought too, it wasn't okay for them.
Then, a light went off in the sadist's head, reminding him of a certain person that could help them. Smiling again, Dante went ahead with shaking Damion's hand, even if the other man didn't want to, and leaned forward a bit.
"If you would be so polite, do you think that you could possibly get Ivy for us? Hm? She would be helpful. And who knows, there could be more rebels waiting, so we need all the help we can get."
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Post by blind on Feb 16, 2008 13:38:31 GMT -5
Damion's far enough from Dante not to be startled by the sudden turn, and he's become used to Dante's form of greeting, so he's not surprised by that either. Damion just extends his hand forward, clasping it around the other's and shaking it.
"Rebels...?" The word is met with a slight eyebrow quirk, and it takes a moment for him to consider it. He tilts his head downwards slightly in a nod, "I suppose I'll go with you then." Hesitation. Inner hesitation but hesitation none-the-less. He was used to desk-work. To walking around head quarters and doing what was required.
But he'd become used to the field, having been sent out several times, more times than he would have liked. More times than he had signed up for, actually. It was almost sad how you could become used to anything in time. However, agreeing was agreeing, and if he'd been asked to go, he'd go. He didn't like leaving jobs half done, even if it was just a matter of rebels, it would still mean something he'd left unfinished.
Damion let Dante continue to shake his hand, stiffening somewhat as he leaned closer. He nodded at the request, and unraveled his hand from Dante's, stepping back.
"I suppose I'll go find her then. I'm here to watch the girl." Damion paused, and looked over at the human pointedly. "Watch her until I get back, will you?" And without waiting for an answer, he turned and made his way down the hallways.
He'd known where Ivy stayed. Having been sent to fetch her a few times. Not many, and they had been far in between, but he'd remembered most things quite easily, and so he made his way through the halls to where he knew Ivy Smith lived.
Damion lifted his hand and knocked on the door, a single, low, steady pound, just to attract her attention, before stepping back a bit from the door and waiting.
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Post by Whisper on Feb 16, 2008 23:18:37 GMT -5
As the knock came to her door, Ivy sighed heavily before finishing putting on her shoes. “Damion.” She said softly, a small smirk playing on her lips. “And what did I do to deserve this visit?” She knew though, he only came if it was important. Or something huge was going on.
Leaving her door open she disappeared into the room, redoing her hair and pulling a more convenient shirt on overtop of the one she had on. The black tee clashed against her skin and she debated changing it, like she did everyday, before shutting the door as she made her way into the hallway with Damion.
“Another mission?” She asked as they started walking back towards, where she assumed, the group was. Ivy glanced up at Damion and for a moment she felt that small weak feeling again. He was after all about seven inches taller than her, not to mention a fire elemental, something she was automatically drawn to and away from. To because she felt a connection with fire. Away because she felt a connection.
So as they walked she kept her distance from him, walking maybe a little bit further away than she should. It was almost childish of her really, to be keeping her distance from another worker and another Rebmevon. But it was just her nature.
As they rounded the corner, she smirked at Dante. “Couldn’t do this one without me, huh?” She said as she leaned against the wall, a smile implanted on her lips. Her eyes fell on Alaina and she looked the girl up and down, resisting adding in a comment about Dante bringing girls home. She figured it would slip eventually though. “Now, tell me, what’s the scoop?”
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Post by blind on Feb 17, 2008 0:06:20 GMT -5
Damion stood stoically in her doorway, hands held loosely at his sides as he waited for her to finish doing up her shoes. He gave her a long, steady look before shrugging a shoulder. "You did something, I'd assume." He was prepared to turn around and go back down the halls to Dante when Ivy turned right back around and went inside.
He was patient, as always however, and remained where he was, waiting for Ivy to finish doing...whatever it was she was doing. Probably preparing, it seemed. She had to know the drill by now.
When she came back out, Damion noticed she had changed her hair as well as her shirt, but decided not to comment. He had never cared far too much what people were wearing, but at least it was good to know that she was being practical. Somewhat.
He leaned forward to grasp the doorknob, closing the door as Ivy walked down the hallway, before speeding up to catch up to her. He walked with her at an average pace, nodding yet again. "Yeah....rebels."
Damion didn't say much else, but he did notice the way Ivy seemed to keep her distance from him. Getting further and further away until he noticed that they were almost at opposite ends of the narrow hall.
Thankfully, (or unfortunately depending on how you looked at it), they came across a corner which lead them right back to Dante. Damion hung back as Ivy surged forward to speak to Dante. Instead of paying attention however, Damion leaned back against the wall, gaze flicking from the pair speaking to the human girl to the still unopened door. This was going to be a long mission.
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