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  • Birthday 07/14/1992
  1. • Zero.

    The face Omnicide made was expected, he is young. Or at least, he appears that way. Perhaps not much older than the man that dropped her off? Maybe older by a few years, and from what interactions she has had with him, certainly not as mature. ‘Dae would like to tease this one.’ The observation brought a slight smile to herself, her eyes following the man around as he questioned the possibility of the security increase. Her people defend all they consider their own, but she has learned that it is not the same for many of these people. While his lack of concern of the security did bother her, the annoyance wasn’t voice and she brushed the issue away. She continued to watch as she went about her own business, nodding idly at the Babel question. “Babel has given me the space and the funding to continue what I was doing at home—in addition of a team to collaborate with. I must say, the weapons your people use are complicated, but very interesting. We shall see if Babel will regret their choice to let me learn about them in the years to come. “ The threat was there, but for now it was an idle one. There had been rumors roaming about the few floors she traveled between that she held disdain for the company—some say even having screaming matches with some of her direct superiors. Were they true? For now, it seemed partially so. With the addition of a third, her eyebrow raised. Omnicide’s reaction was.. interesting, and she made sure to take note of it. Perhaps he wouldn’t like Dae. She returned the task at hand when Omnicide began speaking to his subordinate. While she could hear him, she had no input on the matter—at least not right now. Instead she was focused on the body suit she finally recovered from her suitcase. A loud, deep near purr rumbled in chest when she set her eyes upon it. It was one of her favorites, light, but protective and one she could wear under her Exosuit if she needed to, all black with no external markings it was perfect for this time of day as well. She needed to keep a hold of her assistant, he was certainly worth whatever it was she argued for him to have. With her prized clothing item found, pants were shed and soon her top. She made no attempt to hide herself, or even acknowledge the fact that she was undressing in the middle of the room. She had spent enough time in labs—and among her own people to feel comfortable with her own body. And from what she had seen of other women in the company she did not posses anything that they did not. Besides the extra arms. “While I am unsure how much you have read of my file, for your assistant’s sake I will offer the warning I give before I work with anyone. I can get.. excitable in combat. I have some tranqulizer patches which I suggest you take and apply should I become unmanageable – “ She paused, wiggling ever so slightly as she shifted to pull the suit to slide her arms into the sleeves and over her shoulders. “Just put them on open flesh and all will be well with the world. As much as I would love to tell you to put me down, my dearest Dae would be alone in this place and very likely to take my place. Which I cannot have. “ As she spoke, she slid the zipper up from her belly button to her neck, idly shifting around in place to make any adjustments. The suit looked as though it was made of maybe wet suit material? Slightly shiny, and likely doesn’t breathe. With the black material, the armoring in between the fabric was difficult to spot, but sometimes the light would catch it. It covered the vitals, and appeared to be broken up to help aide with movement. “Any questions?” Silver eyes moved to the new comer, the question obviously for him. The eye contact was brief, her eyes tipping down so she could put her boots back on her feet and move to the weapons case. “You are also welcome to take part in what has been brought, I simply ask that you do not lose them.” She motioned towards the case before reaching for her own, signature pair of axes. She hummed approvingly at the weight in her hand.
  2. The Unwilling Recruit.

    Novicide gasped loudly as she woke, wincing at the bright beautiful sunlight that filled her company provided penthouse. Her breath came in heavy, frantic pants and her heart danced a mile a minute. She started wordlessly at the ceiling above her and her heart ached for her lover. A hand came up to wipe the sweat from her brow in frustration, well muscled legs kicking at the heavy blankets that trapped her to the mattress. She hated this place—she hates what she has become. Her eyes drifted from the ceiling, to the metallic glint of light on metal. She flexed her hand, her head tilting as she observed her still newly modified claws. Metal on her hands, metal in her mouth. She could not return home like this, soiled by their inventions. The hand fell into the sweat soaked sheets, and a heavy sigh left her lips as she lifted herself up. She was so much better than all of this, a leader—Cothel the Ravenger, ender of tribes and bringer of war. She would be replaced, as every priestess was upon her death and she had come to terms with that. Her nobility stripped, only to be replaced by the celebrity of medical curiosity. She had become Novicide-- The Machine Killer, Devourer of Man. All she needed to do was wait patiently in her cage, just as Dae did in his box. CIDE could be their savior-- or she'll tear it apart to find it.
  3. The Unwilling Recruit.

    With the choice made, Cothel stood from her crouched position among the rocks. Head still tilted in curiosity at the creatures down below. They tensed further, and the one most likely to be in charge barked at the rest. She watched the sight passively, before very slowly making her approach down the rock pile. The team look between Ms. Conroy and their leader. “Boss—“ “Hold. You’re about to have your encounter, Ms. Conroy. I hope you’re ready. “ The scientist only nodded in excitement as Cothel made her approach towards the group. About half way down the rock pile, the circlet that sat upon her head glowed softly. The group shifted nervously, but no hostile activity came from in, instead, a cold voice echoed in their heads. “Why are you defiling our land and killing our children?” Eyebrows raised at the question, and they looked among each other once more. “Children? We did—“ “Do not lie, there were more of you. We both know you are not the first to step into our halls. Answer my question. “ The demand came timed with her final step off the rock pile. She was only feet from them now, slate colored eyes narrowing as she looked between the lot. Silence stretched between the two groups, the team desperately looking towards their leader, who in turn was looking towards Ms. Conroy for guidance. After a few minutes of silence, Cothel pressed closer to the group, “You will answer my questions, or you will suffer the same fate as those who came before. “ Her tone was much sharper now, she wanted to make it clear that she was not to be ignored. “They shot in self-defense. I am sorry that they took the life—” “Sorry does not bring back the dead. “Ms. Conroy looked surprised when Cothel cut her off, and it was clear that her agitation with the group as growing with the way she was shifting. “You will leave, and you will not return.” “But we need to map this cave system, they’re could be val— ““Things that do not belong to you. This is our home, and we will not leave. “Cothel’s eyes narrowed as she hissed at the woman. She stepped closer to the woman, silted pupils staring down at the human woman in front of her. “Y-You, you don’t have to leave! We… We can still work around you! Perhaps we can trade goods in exchange for being here?” Her eyes flicked away the speaking woman to the back of the group. She gave a nod, and a sharp cry of pain came from the back of the party. The armed members flipped their sights to the back, eyes widening at the sight before them. A tall, slender man stood at their back, and impaled upon his swords. He raised an eyebrow at the armed members of the party, for the soldier he lifted up off of the ground was not dead. “You leave, he drops him.” Cothel’s proposition, eyes upon the woman Cothel had deemed the leader of their party. “Let’s just go, Conroy, this isn’t worth it!” “Fuck your stupid science project! “ The shouts of the soldiers went ignored by the scientist. “And if we don’t?” Cothel looked towards her companion, and a pair of soft clicks followed. The victim screamed in agony as the blades parted and snapped outward in expansion. Blood and organs fell upon the aged stone beneath their feet and the managed body slid from the blades. “A life for a life. Leave, and we will not take more. “ “Fuck this.” The comment came from behind Conroy, and just a beat after the first shots were fired. Cothel gasped in surprise at the sound, and initially she didn’t feel the shots she took to the shoulder. Instead, the stone in the heavy collar around her neck glowed and she let out a horrible, deafening shriek. Ms. Conroy, and the other members of the party recoiled at the sound, and her partner darted into the group to attack the member who attacked his charge. Ms. Conroy was shoved roughly aside by Cothel herself, who also set upon the group as well. “Don’t kill them! Don’t kill them, let the sedatives take effect!” Conroy called but it fell on deafened ears. Weapons changed hands between Cothel and her partner, disappearing from his hands onto to appear in Cothel’s. Unfortunately for them, it was her that was far more skilled with the longer swords than her dear companion. The close quarters made it difficult for the soldiers, but with the loss of two more of their people, the pair seemed to be slowing down. Cothel’s steps seemed to falter, at that Ms. Conroys horrified eyes lit up in delight. A butt of a gun caught her companion at the base of his skull, and the man dropped like a sack of potatoes. “Dae!” Cothel cried out, but despite her willingness to go to her lover’s aid, her muscles did not want to cooperate. Heavy with new exhaustion, she stumbled into one of the soldiers, tripping over a body not long after. She fell with a heavy grunt, and the very pleased scientist made her way over to the groggy woman. Those that remained watched as she crouched in front of Cothel, gloved hands reaching to grab a handful of her hair so the two could see eye to eye. Cothel hissed loudly in anger, her eyes rolling up to the woman who held her hair tight. “This is what’s going to happen. You are going to come with us, and you are going to cooperate. If not, I will return, and there will be a lot more for your people to lose than just a single child. Are we clear?” There was a growl and Cothel spat in her face. Ms. Conroy’s pleased expression fell, and the grip on her hair tightened. “I don’t think you heard me. I will get my specimens, whether I have to have my people put a bullet in your head and we return to try again. I will bring more people, better armed people and you will not be here to aide them. You and your friend will come with me and you cooperate. Or I will reign hell on every man, woman and child I get my hands on. Are we clear?” A Sister of war, mother of none— she had little connection to those that were not of her own blood. Despite this, it was her duty to protect their sacred lands and those that were blessed enough to live there. She hissed again, but, her figure relaxed finally in the woman’s grip. Be in the drugs, or her assumed surrender it was hard to tell. “.. We will go. “ The woman laughed and finally released Cothel’s hair before she shifted to stand. “She’ll be out in a few minutes, restrain them and we’ll head back. “ The scientists words faded as Cothel slumped into the blood slicked ground beneath her, the heavy smell of iron and sulfur hanging in her nostrils.
  4. The Unwilling Recruit.

    So far, their travels had been…uneventful. Just the soft drip, drip, drip of water on aged stone. From time to time, maybe been a bit of a cool breeze. They were just a day into their travels and not even one of their potential targets had been sighted. As the uneventful hours passed, it was clear that the team was growing bored. It took everything in them not to start cracking tiny jokes or make up tiny tunes like they would on stake outs. The only thing that was worse than the boredom? The constant stopping for samples. Little rocks, soil samples, or dropping samples. It seemed like they stopped every five feet at Ms. Conroy’s request. Each member of the team would have been lying if they said they hadn’t thought about putting a bullet in the woman’s head so they could get the job done. This was why they didn’t bring civilians, they dragged them down and they were constantly in the way. Despite the growing annoyance, and itching boredom, the team pressed on at her request. The day dragged on horribly--- until the sound of tumbling rocks echoed in the empty hall. Immediately, the team stopped in their tracks with Ms. Conroy following suit. A small, plain looking rock tumbled towards the bottom of the rock pile on their left, skidding to a stop at their feet. Every pair of eyes moved upwards, towards the top of the pile, but there was nothing there. Looks were exchanged between them, and the group spread out at the base of the rock pile. Weapons were raised, and muscled, well trained figures tensed in anticipation. Time passed slowly outside of town, not that she minded it. Her company was excellent, as always, her close companion taking his time to whisper stories and legends she had heard so many times before, but were always welcome to be told again. The two were patient, but he was certainly more patient than herself. She was itching for revenge, a life—perhaps two lives taken for the single of theirs they had stolen. But, being reckless would get them nowhere and he was sure to remind her of this. Their barebones camp sat at the top of one of many rockpiles that had been created throughout the cave system. Typically, it was used for hunting. One sat and waited for unsuspecting prey to walk through and then you pounced upon it. The system has served them well, and it did not fail them now either. Their invaders came in greater numbers this time, their caution apparent. Well adjusted eyes watched as slowly made their approach down the hallway, and the pair exchanged a look before she gave him a small nod. The nod was returned, and the man disappeared from sight. With him getting into position, she decided to give them a reason to stop. Without concern of being spotted, she plucked a rock from the pile beneath her and tossed it over the edge to tumble down the pile. They jumped, and a pleased smile settled on her face. Anxious, good. Her head tilted as she watched them raise their weapons, and it was then that plans to changed. Perhaps she should try talking first, for once.
  5. The Unwilling Recruit.

    “Alright, you all know your jobs. You know what we are here to do, if we can recover bodies we will. We will do our best to ensure that any hostiles we come across come home with us as intact as possible. Miss Conroy is doing a final ammunition inspection, and her people will pass out the equipment. I want no complaints or joking around until AFTER, we are finished. “ All eyes were on the man at the front of the transport as he spoke. “You will wear your body cam and you will keep it on. They are to be turned off once we return successful. There will be disciplinary action for those who will not abide by the rules set forth. “The team idly glanced among each other in confusion, they were never this particular with parameters, at least not for them. They were one of the few last resorts—of course besides CIDE, they were not to be taken lightly. “I will also be attending the venture into the cave.” Eyebrows raised at the red head’s statement, the leader of the squad even turning to look at her in surprise. “Ma’am I’m not sure that’s a good—““It’s a perfect idea. I can take samples, proper samples, and with my medical training, I can ensure that any subjects taken are in good enough shape that they are useful to me.” Again, the squad looked among themselves. Great, a civilian to be in the way. “Don’t worry, I will be fine. Please, everyone come up and collect your gear, we are wasting time. “There was a moment of hesitation before the man barked “You heard the lady! Get movin’, the sooner we get there the better.” At that, the six jumped to attention and moved to the front of the transport to collect their weapons and their new ammunition. “Are you sure you would like to go alone, Sister Cothel? I’m sure Sister—“The dismissive wave was enough to stop the woman’s concerned words in their tracks. A frown pulled at mauve colored lips as she watched the pair prepare for their stay on the road to the capital. “The two of us will be more than enough. – ““But the injuries—“”We will be fine, trust me.” Cothel’s voice soften and she turned from the armory laid out before her to look at her Sister. “And if I do not return, you will begin searching for my replacement. “” But Cothel, you’re the first in—“”Then you better start now, hm?” She offered her Sister a teasing smile, causing the concerned look on the other woman’s face to deepen. Cothel sighed at the look, her head shaking. “It is my duty, we both know this Sister Faelthel. Put trust in me, and I will put trust in you to tend my wounds should I return. “Faelthel’s frowned at her, but despite her obvious displeasure of Cothel’s choice, she gave a nod. “May your hunt be fruitful, and your body return unscathed.”
  6. “I’m sorry, I must be hallucinating from the lack of sleep—you want me to have my people do what, exactly?” “Exactly as I said, sir, you will bring them to me alive.” The glasses wearing woman kept her voice plain and calm, despite the man’s outburst. Large, brown eyes blinked slowly at the incredulous look he gave her. “We both saw the footage that was streamed to you, it was 2 on 5 and – “”And they were outside workers hired that way they could be expendable. Their job was to map the cave system, not to deal properly with skilled, humanoid hostile threats. ““It was 2 on – “ “And the bigger one took six body shots, while the small one took at least two. Or should I play the footage again for you?” Still, despite the subject matter, the woman remained calm and almost… disinterested. The red headed woman cleared her throat, her eyes pulling away from the armed man in front of her to the bright eyed, exciting looking face plastered on the whiteboard opposite her desk. “In the footage, while the younger one is excited, the elder is clearly exhibiting signs of anxiety. Purposely putting herself in harm’s way to keep the younger one safe. If she survives the injuries she sustained, I will be impressed. The footage was certainly—“As she spoke, the footage changed from the mauve skinned child to a side shot of the older girl, sharp teeth latching on and tearing the throat from one of the screaming victims. “…Graphic. While brutal, I am not sure this was planned. Or perhaps, overconfidence. Both startle after the first shot fired, and neither seemed to respond to verbal stand down requests.” The man turned to watch the footage as she spoke, frantic yelling and pained screams filling the small office she had earned. “Language gap then?” “Most likely. I have faith in your people, after all we did hire them. Have them ready within the week. We will give them time to settle down—perhaps move closer towards the mouth of the cave. That party was a day and half into exploring, if we give them any more time to retreat into the cave system, we will probably never find them. “He nodded in agreement with her sentiment. “They will be ready in two days. You’re... you’re sure you’ll be able to restrain it?” The scientist laughed softly at his uncertainty. “If we can’t, I will give you the honor of putting a bullet in its head yourself. “ “Outta the way—get outta the way you’re all slow!” A small voice called amidst the sound of celebration. Heads turn at the sound of the small voice, only for gasps and surprised murmurs to follow. She was a foot shorter than her sister, and not nearly as strong. The small girl stumbled under the woman’s limp weight, each stained in the sibling’s deep indigo colored blood. It took only a few minutes of her attempting to push her way through the crowd before older, helpful hands came to her aid. Her sibling was pulled into stronger arms, while she was thrown atop broad shoulders. Two hands reached to grasp at the man’s shoulders, while the other pair went to carefully use his head to steady herself. “Get a healer!” The man’s roar was heard easily over the ambient merry making, and soon brought a shocked hush over the busy street. Soon, people quickly parted the way so he could make his run towards the temple. He was met, nearly there by a three beautifully clad woman each more extravagant as the next. “Set her down, --CAREFULLY! “The soft spoken woman’s shouted chastisement made both the child and the man jump in surprise. As carefully as he could, the helpful bystander laid the still teen in the middle of the street. Two of the women took over, while the third directed her attention to the child climbing down the man’s back. “What did this?” Her tone was angry and sharp as always. At first, the girl wasn’t sure she was being addressed and remained quiet. “Well child? We do not have all evening, what happened?” The barked questions caused the girl to jump in shock, wide eyes rolling up to the very pissed slate colored woman. “We… we went hunting to surprise mama— “” Forget the explanation, take me, now.” Each of the woman looked from their attempts to save the teen’s life to give the third a chastising look. The look went ignored, and the nervous child darted back the way they came. Her, and her tall shadow not far behind. “It-They … They are right here. “Their pace slowed as they reached the site of the violence. Gray eyes narrowed upon the soiled flooring, nose twitching uncomfortably at a new smell these invaders had to offer. They smelled…. Dirty. Not of earth and crisp water, but of something else—something strange. “Do you smell that?” “Mn’, I do. Smells… like the springs, doesn’t it?” She nodded idly, her eyes narrowing upon the bodies and body parts strewn about the ‘hallway’. “Child, please return to the temple. We will take it from here. “ “Y-Yes! Yes ma’am! “ Scrambling off the girl went, to check on her sibling and tell her parent of what transpired. “You didn’t need to be so harsh with her… “The soft, chastising came at her back, her head shaking a the deep voice behind her. “Children these days are so coddled, honestly—““Says the woman who has had all she has ever wanted. “A deep, rumbling growl was her only response to his teasing chuckling and with that, they begin their examination. Each was methodical when it came time to look over the scene. Each of the bodies was inspected, stripped and removed of any equipment and perceived weapons. They talked quietly among themselves as the process proceeded, noting the odd clothing—and how much clothing they were wearing in comparison to the sparse clothing their people typically wore. Several smashed body cameras were found, probably destroyed in the struggle. The remains were tossed aside, as was the clothing. “Shall we take the bodies back?” “I will not have these… squishy... smelly things soil the temple. Leave them here. Perhaps their people will get the message not to come back. “His eyebrow raised in surprised, it wasn’t often she passed up a potential free meal but like she had mentioned they smelled… dirty compared to their usual fare. “When we return, we will pack for a stay and we will stick out the rest of the festival here—““But ma’am, your presence is required you just ca—“ “And it is better that I am the one protecting the festival, then overseeing a marriage. There will be plenty more. Perhaps if more return, I can talk them into… not coming back. Or we force them back. “ He nodded firmly with her assessment, forever trusting in the woman’s judgement. “Whatever you deem best, Sister Cothel. I am forever your shadow. “ Slitted pupils raised from the body she was investigating and a very slight smile pulled at the corner of her lips. “As it should be, my love. As it should be. “
  7. till death do us part.

    Trembling, tired hands worked to rid the well-dressed woman of some of her layers. They were heavy, in the way, and by the looks of things—and the state of her protective cover she would need to be able to move. Silks were shed as the state of chaos worsened, trembling finger tips fumbling with decorative knots so she could free herself from her own vanity. One layer, two, three and finally four, pitched into the dust and debris of the storefront that had stood just minutes ago. She felt lighter, her confidence rising however things would not remain this way. An ear-piercing screech, and the woman flinches as her eyes finally pull back to the scene unfolding. What in the fuck? The air here was heavy, and its stench make her stomach clench with repulsion. Her nose wrinkled, but it was impossible to keep the smell away. What was worse, the dusty cobblestones she found herself on just minutes ago were replaced with wet and muck made of who knows what. The building she had used for shelter was gone, only to be replaced by a rib cage of a creature bigger than she had ever seen bones grimy, slick with rotting tissue. Well, at least she didn’t have to worry about forgetting the evening. The smell, and her feelings about their new setting aside, there was work to be done and just as Rin had, Ouza sprang into action as well. Dipping out from behind her rib cage shelter, hands together to form the necessary seals for a technique she wasn’t entirely sure it would actually work. Would it be annoying at the very least? Most likely. Six seals and the energy invested, and the black water that the man sought to use against them began to churn and move at his right. The churning water begins to rise and spin before forming the head of a giant snake1. Watery fangs bared, the column of water shot out at the man—its aim to swallow him whole in his own filth and to carry him his feet out from under him. With the technique out of the way, she started on the move. Staying still likely meant death her, and she wasn’t interested in dying. Not here, not in that strange world they had just come from, not at all. Perhaps this would be a chance to prove that she deserved immortality, after all, what’s the point of living forever if you aren’t strong enough to do anything with it?
  8. • Zero.

    “So, you're telling me that instead of gathering further information about the situation, or perhaps.. somehow making our jobs easier. You spent three days killing people and drawing attention to yourself?” The judgement wasn't in her tone of voice, but the words used. Her tone was calm and steady as she spoke, but she was frank with her words. She couldn't say she was surprised, the man was terribly unstable. Why he was allowed in charge she still couldn't grasp. Her head shook at him as her attention turned to the smaller case of the two, this one resembling more of an actual suitcase than the other. “While I don't really care what you do with your free time, Rize, I would appreciate it if you could use it constructively-- especially if you are going to do it where we are suppose to be operating quietly.” Again, a steady and calm voice as the suitcase was unzipped. She had arrived in drab, purposely plain clothing to draw less attention to herself. Now, she wasn't entirely sure if that actually mattered. “How many people was it, Rize? Has security increased?” She asked as she carefully shifted the suitcase to lay on its back. The attire she brought, while not her favorite, would have to do for now. This was suppose to be data gathering, not slaughter time in the slums. However, he was in charge, and as insane as he was she had no choice in the matter. So instead of making complaints, she shifted herself to sit down so she could untie the laces to her shoes and remove them. “I'm also confused as to why you are concerned, or care about my opinion on your mental health. Or perhaps your body count-- is that what the doctors complain about?” She knew little about the other members of Cide aside from their personal records. Many came with reputations and rumor mills, just as she had, but she often paid little attention to it all. If they did their job, and did not get in her way that's all that matters. Shoes kicked off, her toes wiggled within the confines of her socks. While she saw the appeal of foot protection, even after all these years it still felt strange to her. Her nose wrinkled only for a moment before she began digging through the protection her assistant assembled for her. “Mnn, before I forget, while I was unsure what would you prefer, I did bring a few extra weapons along with my own. You're welcome to look at them as well as test them out-- just don't point them at me. If you like them, or have input I would appreciate it. Also.. it is just the two of us correct? I can make this quick if that is the case. “ Nothing in the suitcase was truly complete to her taste, but, it would have to do. She missed her exosuit, but it was very loud and heavy and would not lend well to what they had planned.
  9. till death do us part.

    The flat look on Ouza's face made it clear that she hadn't been impressed by the fanged child's display. In fact, it seemed to annoy her even more. She had no intentions of being anyone's bride, and this strangely dressed imp would certainly not be the one to kill her today. As the two grew closer to their meeting, and his arm reeled back, Ouza's petite figure shifted to side step the attempt to hit her. His companion was right. He was too open. The woman shifted sharply on her heel to turn towards his back. The rock coated hand reeled back to snap forward at the base of the child's skull. The impact would be heavy, provided it connected1. She could say with certainly that she had never faced someone like him before-- other shinobi sure, but she had a feeling he would be his own... thing to deal with. Her concern about hitting and about her opponent however, was short lived. For soon they were joined by an ally, one that Ouza was a bit surprised to see. Or at least, surprised to see the ferocity of her entrance. Fight flipped to flight quickly for the snake charmer. While she was aware that there were opponents to take down, she could not do that if she got caught up in something she, personally, could not handle. The pale, black haired woman darted passed the man she had attacked, now in an effort to seek at least brief shelter from the flames that threatened to swallow up the street. She did not remember Rin having this power before-- then again, she hadn't concerned herself with this group once they and their friend had left her lands. At the time, there were more important things and people to keep an eye on at her own doorstep. The escape was narrow, flames catching just at the edge of her long sleeves as she slid behind the edge of a building to seek shelter. The side door to the store front was kicked open without a second thought, the woman's figure falling to her knees inside the door way. Pale hands came together in a series of seals before slapping on the cobblestone flooring of the alleyway. It was this that she used to build her shelter, the rock cobbled itself together in a dome-like protective structure2. It would offer something, rather than nothing, as far as protection when from the cyclone and the blast that followed not long after. The shock from the blast was jarring and while her shielding and kept her mostly safe, it was in shambles as a result. However, she didn't have time to think about that, instead, she found it best to use the chaos going on around the Hyuuga to complicate things further for the chakra-less man that had been his opponent. The ground beneath the troupe leaders feet quaked, and it drew him, debris and anything else in the way backwards, drawing friend, foe and bits of building alike to what appeared to be a pit in the ground toward the edge of the road3. These poor shop owners, the rebuilding effort here was going to be horrendous. She was starting to grow tired, she had poured quite a bit of chakra into this one, only to ensure that those that were caught up in the tied of earth and cobblestone would remain underground when the technique finished a few minutes later. Her breath was heavy, but she would be able to continue. It had been a long time since she gotten a work out this good, hopefully it would be awhile for it happened again.
  10. • Zero.

    “I need transport to Lessertown.” The typing man’s fingers paused, annoyed, green eyes pulling away from his screen to address the woman leaning on his desk. He raised an eyebrow at the demand, snorted, before his eyes returning back to the work in front of him. ”I didn’t give you clearance to leave.” ”I don’t give a shit, give me transportant or I will take it. “ The man paused a second time, it was rare that she wasn’t respectful to him. Despite the woman’s power, she knew the balancing act needed to keep all parties pleased and safe. However, things hand changed. Neither thought she would survive the process to becoming one of the seven— yet here she was. Primal alloy in her mouth and on her hands, and the cells that connect them deep within her system. He wasn’t the only one who held power now. ”Again, I did not authorize you leaving. Do I need to remind you about your situation?” The question was met with a growl, before the right hand that had been resting on her desk raised to slam down onto it. There was a heavy, angry crack under the force and soon the loud scratching of metal on wood follow. “I would fucking love for you to remind me— perhaps loud enough for your secretary outside to hear, hm? I’m sure she would love to hear how you— “ “That is enough, Novicide. “ There was another growl, and it was obvious the normally very controlled woman was over it. A silence stretched between the two of them, her so desperately wanting to throw his computer out of the wall of windows behind him— and then him right after. Or even better, she could tear the flesh off his bones herself. She was called the Machine Killer, but there were plenty floating rumors of her taste for blood and flesh as well. After a few minutes and her slowly rising agitation he stopped typing once more, sending off the email he was preparing. “Transportation.. to Lessertown. You’re going to stand ou— “ “..I stand out no matter where I go. I am going, it’s a matter of, if you provide staff that can handle me, or I have my assistant take me myself. “ He thought a moment longer, his head tilting at the woman before he spoke. “ Transportation will be provided, but you will not get visitation this month — “ “THE FUCK I WON’T. “ The sharp, angry shout of the woman caused the sweet blonde outside the man’s office to jump a little. Novicide never raised her voice at him, she didn’t know the woman had it in her. She was always so.. polite. Concerned doe eyes turned towards the door at her back.. Perhaps she should call security. This young man deserved a raise, that was one thing she was sure about right now. And with her assistant in the driver’s seat, she could discuss business on the way to her location. “.. You know I said no more green— “ “But it looks so slick with the green and purple, people will love it. We want it marketable, remember?” “It’s hideous, the colors are too bright and will stand out too much. What if we want to do stealth— “ “Stealth and scout units will be done in black on black, or a whole palette of earth tone colors. “ She nodded approvingly at the quick response, even if he cut her off. ”The bright colors will appeal to the general public, especially the young rich kids of the members on the board. We could even do a couple of special edition runs to bring in more profits, perhaps even make them collectible. “ “..It’s an exosuit, why would they be collectible? “ “For the same reason that people own fifty cars and weapons they can’t use. Simply gives them another reason to brag, ma’am. “ Her head shook at the idea. “Your people are strange. “ The young man laughed at the idea, and the idle chat continued to their guided destination. When they finally pulled up to the run down inn, he raised an eyebrow before turning to look back at her. “ You sure about this? This is a pretty shitty part of town— pardon my language. “ She nodded in confirmation. “ Get the trunk. If I need return transportation I will call you. Oh, and if anyone asks you about this you tell them — “ “That we were going out to dinner and you tried something that didn’t agree with you. You ended up staying with me for the length of time, and that’s why you were missing. “ She smiled softly at the young man, nodding in approval of his words. “Are you sure you aren’t interested in Phobia..?” She asked teasingly to him, the young man shaking his head as he pulled the lever to pop the trunk of the car. “No thank you ma’am, what I have is more than enough. Stay safe. “ She nodded and finally stepped out of the car and around to the back. From it, she pulled a pair of larger cases. Weapons? Probably. The trunk slammed loudly and she stepped away from the vehicle. She entered the rundown building, ignoring the staff that attempted to offer her a room. Stay here? It was worse than where she lived now, she would have to pass on that. Her pull to Omnicide here was strong, and only grew stronger the closer she drew to the room. She didn’t knock when she entered, knocking the door open with her foot as she stepped in. While the cases were not heavy, they were cumbersome. She did not come dressed to kill, her clothing purposely bland. The only constant being that heavy, metal collar that hung at her neck. The door was knocked shut with her boot once more and the cases set down. Carefully, her pair of right arms reached to steady the first case and then moving to the second case to help steady the heavier object. She wasn’t sure if these floors could actually handle the weight of them tipping. ”I see you’ve made yourself at home. Quite an.. interesting choice, Omnicide. I assume you have something to bring me up to speed?” The woman wasted no time, from setting down her equipment to stepping further into the room to take a look around. He had been here a few days, poor thing. But had he made any progress? That was the real question.
  11. Novicide, The Machine Killer,

    Equipment upon intake Head dress -- The Peacemaker's Circlet. Name and significance provided by secondary subject, the head dress is a ceremonial piece-- apparently they were mid celebration when the team made their approach with the terms of her recruitment. We believe that this is what allowed initial contact and speech, given that she has not shown any telepathic abilities since she has joined the company and has since had to learn our language. Current Location: ????, contact Recruiter. Confiscated for unknown reasons. Collar -- Mother's Call. Again, name provided after intense questioning with second subject. The collar has no seem, and efforts to remove it have been met with violence. There were mentions of ' her honor ', ' her gift ', however no context has been provided. Aside from the name, the second subject refused to provide anymore information, stating that it was not his place but her's to tell them. Aside from being difficult to remove, it appears that the stone set in the middle of it is a rune or some sort. When activated, she is able to let out a deafening scream to those around her in a 10 meter radius. It doesn't not seem that this item is uncommon, three of her family members also possess the same collars-- however if they act the same it remains to be seen. Currently in her possession, no means of removal currently. Loincloth Only article of clothing, by the make and the lack of wear it appears to be ceremonial, like the headpiece she was found with. It bears similar pictographs to the ones carved into her flesh, however until she is willing to reveal their meaning, we are lost. Many were wearing similar attire, but nothing this extravagant. Our best guess, perhaps she is of religious or military importance? The second subject refuses to provide more information, his stubbornness is becoming frustrating. Currently in her possession. Armbands Decorative and nothing more, a bit disappointing if you ask me. All four appear to be very well made, little wear, same metal as the collar around her neck. There were reports of other women wearing similar jewelry, but nothing completely uniform. Her's bear no pictographs, or any other engraving but are set with a trio of deep red stones. They have mostly gone unworn since her recruitment. Currently in her possession. Anklets Same as the armbands, decorative and nothing more. They look to match the armbands, same metal and same stones and number of stones. Since her recruitment, she has been seen wearing them from time to time, mostly at home or when she has confined herself to her workshop. Like the armbands, well made and the trio of stones are beautifully polished. Currently in her possession. Upon intake, a pair of shortswords were found on her possession, however it was her partner who claimed ownership of the weapons. While further testing has proved that they are not likely his, we have excluded them from this report. Please contact Ms. Conroy and her team if you are interested in further detail. Company Awarded Equipment Dawn and Dusk A pair of double headed axes, which Novicide has had a hand in both design and manufacture. In decoration, they strongly resemble the weapons that her and her partner were found with upon intake. There are picographs on the heads of the axes, however their meaning is still lost on us. She refuses to share, and with him no longer giving us information we must simply wait for her to become more forthcoming. In addition to this, switches have been added on the handles to extend the length of the shaft of the weapon itself, giving her about an extra 2 meter reach when fully extended. Along with this, a pair of runes have been added at her insistence. One in the head, which is a shock rune. As the name suggest, it electrically charges the metal, which it discharges upon contact with a solid object-- be that person or environment. The second is a burst rune, which doubles the impact of her hits. With her strength already enhanced, the results have been terrifying while in action. ' Work Suit ' -- Project Banshee A still ongoing project, this battle suit has proved to be an interesting project. Designed mainly by herself with improvements from her newest assistant, this is the armor she wears when stealth is not a concern. Made of Primal Alloy, it has proved to be incredibly protective despite how thin the metal plating has been made. She is a very.. sturdy individual, but flexibility is the ultimate goal. Her speed is reduced, due to the weight, but that is currently under process of being reworked. Currently, it does not have any mechanical parts-- given her use of electromagnetic fields, electronics in the suit itself led to shutting down and immobilization in combat. While that is also being looked into, she decided to go with an approach she was much more used to. No extra aiming systems, health monitoring or extra communications. There have been no magical improvements made to the suit yet, but she has been pushing to 'bless' the suit--- whatever that means.
  12. till death do us part.

    “... Is it possible for me to have a conversation with someone in this city without being interrupted?” The phrase rolled lazily from plush, unpainted lips. She did not try to hide her irritation, at this point she was about over trying to hide how she actually felt. First the pissing contest with Kaede, and now this? Cute. Wide, coal colored eyes rolled towards the voice at their backs. There was no fear on her face, no concern, and not even a hint of anxiety. She looked disappointed and bored, this whole festival was turning out to be quite the bust. What a shame, she was hoping to get some sweets tonight. While he spoke, she shoved chakra to her gums once more. She had let her fangs fizzle out long ago, but it seemed she actually had a reason to use them now. Ouza's jaw rocked idly when he started in to his second line, pouty lips parting only enough to allow room for the elegant, hollow fangs1 that now replaced her canines. Her eyes briefly moved to Akuma, and they turned back to the figure as the four at his back disappeared. She raised an eyebrow, and her hands came together to form a single sign2. Rounded pupils became stilted, and a kaleidoscope of violets, blues and magentas laid themselves over the man in front of them. Clearly, he was the source of the temperature dip-- but that's not who she was interested in. Instead, her eyes went to the small troupe that accompanied him. By his monologue, he was here for Akuma-- So naturally, she would let the pair of them hash it out themselves. Instead, hands came together for a second time in a series of six symbols, and while the technique was not the most graceful to look at, it would have to do. Her right hand reached to touch the wall of the alleyway upon completion and the buildings rockwork climbed onto the woman's arm to encase it3. Eyes narrowed upon the closest of the four to her and she bolted forward upon completion. She would not let them come to her-- she was perfectly fine with meeting them half way.
  13. Requiem.

    She took her time getting used to her surroundings, and then even more time cleaning up. She really was in no rush in calling Akuma back-- in all honesty, he would be lucky to see her again for the rest of the evening. She spent the first hour simply inspecting where she was expected to sleep. Checking for traps, escape routes and even little nooks and crannies she could hide personal belongings she wasn't interested in Akuma laying his hands on or even looking at. She was always careful when she found herself in a new place, whether or not the place was occupied by others. The cave had received the same inspection, and they had been there only a week before Oni had found the four of them. However, it was better to be safe rather than sorry and she wasn't concerned about lost time if it put her mind at ease. When the inspection was complete, she moved on to cleaning up. While it had been raining, and she had been bathing at a near by river nothing beat a hot bath. She could soak the soreness out of her muscles and help give some relief to her sore ankles. She certainly hadn't been treating her body well, and the bruises that covered her legs and thighs were a testament to that. Ouza gave one final inspection before she bathed, a final just in case, and she soaked until her cheeks were flush and her head felt light. Being able to have time to relax and do something as simple as this was amazing. After this... she would have an actual bed to lay in-- no makeshift cot on the forest floor on a throne of furs in the back of a cave. An actual bed. She practically purred at the thought and was out not much long after. The next question was.. what to wear? She couldn't wear her old Kimono, that wasn't going to happen. It was sad and dirty and frankly.. after all this work on getting herself clean.. she really didn't want to put it back on. She needed a tailor, and someone who would put up with her picky and traditional tastes. However, for now, a robe she found in the bathroom would have to do. It wasn't ideal, but, it was enough to cover her so she could flag down a servant to send for Akuma. Once they were on the way, she settled herself to sit on the bed-- who would have thought such a plain, boring piece of furniture would be so missed? Oh the things one took for granted...
  14. till death do us part.

    " I misheard, I apologize. " She had misinterpreted what he had said, and lucky for him, she decided not to touch his tone with a ten foot pole. It wouldn't get her anywhere, he was stubborn. Despite the Hyuuga's original, close to neutral position, he was quickly sliding himself into the dog house with both his tone of voice-- and his behavior. fInky eyes narrowed a little at him, her petite figure following after and stopping with him as he moved about the area. When he finally turned full at her, her head tilted at him, eyebrow rising in obvious question of what he had to say. It was clear the further he continued the more annoyed she got. Did everyone just.. forget what he did? How was it that she got so much trouble, so much ridicule, and he just got off scott-free for just.. abandoning his people? "So, did people just forget about him abandoning Konoha when things got tough? Instead of being a man, and either actually standing up to Kazuma-- or bending a knee until he could do something, he fled like a child. Do you remember how many civilians died because of that? " As she spoke, Ouza's pale cheeks flushed in frustration. For once, her anger and emotions sat upon her face and it was clear that she had not let go what had happened. This man caused so many problems for Konoha, yet here he is, trying to be a leader for a second time? "What is going to happen here when things get tough, hm? It was not fair to the genin who were ripped apart in the streets-- let alone the civilians who had no way to defend themselves against the mad dogs Kazuma called Shinobi. He should have defended the village with his life, what a Kage is expected to do. Not to mention, he wears the eyes of an Uchiha now. Probably form a victim of the very attack he allowed to happen." The longer she spoke, the louder her voice got, Ouza did not forgive easily her stubbornness wouldn't allow her to do so. This incident was decades in the past, yet here she was, cheeks flushed and inky eyes gathering tears in anger. She was just as passionate about the subject now as he had been then-- but perhaps a bit less violent. Had it been twenty years ago, she simply would have attacked the man and put his head on display outside of the gates of her city. They deserved at least that, after all the pain he caused there. "Rin has never been an issue, at least not with me. We met once, after one of her friends was caught wandering in our borders. Things were discussed, and eventually the girl was returned to her-- unharmed. My issues with Kaede are obvious, but will be handled between the two of us like adults. " As she spoke about Rin, her aggressive stance relaxed, her shoulders relaxing as she continued on the subject. She drew a slow, steadying breath in an obvious attempt to calm her anger, her eyes finally pulling away from him to look off towards one of the buildings on the street. She drew and exhaled another calming breath before her eyes returned to him. " Just, don't let what happened slide, alright? "
  15. • All or Nothing?

    ‘..Isn’t lying to the public his job?’ Pewter colored eyes narrowed in confusion at Rize when he teased her, but the confusion flitted away just as quickly as it came when there was another soft ding at the back of the room. Slited pupils swung in the direction to take in pale skin and red hair— she had heard things about him. Mixed, through emails and her own subordinates. Her gaze swung up, down and then back again. He was.. disappointingly small. More electronics than flesh, her nose wrinkled softly when he threw his feet up on the table. Interest lost. Not long after, the final ding and the last of their group arrived. White hair and by the looks of it, a poor disposition. As she had with Eiji, her gaze pulled up, down and back up again. She did not want to be here either, but here she was, making an attempt to be involved instead of pouting at the back of the room like some sort of... misunderstood teenager. Eyes narrowed idly, before she caught the shorthand of her name in a voice she had never heard before. Her gaze snapped to Valentine, just as he slapped his hand back over his mouth. A very subtle, amused smile tugged at her full lips. A slight nod followed in response to his question before Rize caught her attention. She listened politely, her head tilting in confusion when it came to the security of the information. Her teams were always informed of the nature and location of her operations, with how difficult transport for her could be it was a nessicary evil. Was he just ignoring protocol? She looked to Suicide when she spoke, the manner in which she spoke was strange but her presence was not off putting to Novicide. Her figure tensed reflexively at the ‘ system check ‘, only to relax when she learned that she was excluded from this. A soft, relieved sigh left her left. She put up with enough testing as it was, she really didn’t want one more person peeking in on her— even if it was for her health. When Sue’s statements concluded, it was time for her to speak up. “ How am I suppose to coordinate with my teams, if I am not allowed to give them information pertaining to what, exactly, I will be doing? I have a medical team for my specific care, they need to be notified if they need to be on standby and at the proper distance away. Same with transportation should I need to make... “ It was obvious by the pause she was looking for the proper word so she could continue, after a second or two she continued “Perpations beforehand. “ There was concern in her tone, but her voice remained steady. “.. I haven’t been able to leave without proper clearance in two years, is this the exception?”