I just wanted to give everybody who has ever plotted with Death, interacted with her, or even just read her stuff from time to time a HUGE thank you. Hands down, she is one of my favorite characters ever and I really love playing her so much. She started off as a really flat emotionless (super generic villain) type of character, but through interactions with all of your characters she "grew up" to be a completely different character than I imagined and I couldn't be happier. I'm sososo happy that she was received as well as she was even though she was pulling some sketchy ass things 99% of the time. I also really enjoyed all of the symbolic word play with her name I saw in your guys' paras and such hHAHAHA. I will miss playing Death very much ;~~; but I know that she had a great run and a great story and that's all I could've asked for.
PS: I'm really really sorry about having to drop any other threads we were working on for Death but I really need to retire her right now so please forgive me <3
Aw, man, he was so freaking busted. Mason tensed his jaw as he stared at the figure leaving the security of obscurity and gave the woman a partially disgruntled look. Honestly, he didn’t know what he was expecting, but he certainly hadn’t been anticipating… well, would it sound sexist if he said a woman? Warily, he eyed her gun and quickly made a fun game out of calculating how long it’d take him to bleed out on the ground - not long, really. Damn. Maybe he should have slipped into the armory and tried to make it out with at least one firearm; it wasn’t like he could do anything with two lightsabers except maybe defend himself. That defense, however, didn’t work against bullets, and he certainly wasn’t in any position to deflect blaster fire. He shrugged, humoring the woman while his brain tried to figure out where he’d seen her before - recognition probably meant that she was one of the Rogue leaders, since it wasn’t as if he’d seen any of their members formally. “Me? Oh, yeah, ‘m super duper special.” How was he ever going to talk himself out of this one? “Probably never seen me before ‘cause they keep me down in th’ basement, fuelin’ my capabilities with anger an’ rage against criminal outlaws. Like, you, for example.”
He had a shovel in his hand, and he was digging himself further and further into a hole. At that rate, he’d arrive in China within a day. Hopefully, though, his wit would save him from utter decimation; after all, he had relied on it to save his ass several times. Charm and wit got him far in life. “A pretty face an’ charisma ain’t gonna get me outta this, ‘m assumin’?” He chewed on his lower lip, frowning but in a rather humorous way, “That’s too bad, y’know, ‘cause under diff’rent circumstances, I woulda asked you out t’ dinner.” Mason cracked a warm, crooked smile; honestly, he wasn’t… frightened, per se, but he was glad that his phone had location services turned on, just in case. His replica lightsabers hummed steadily as he twirled them in his hands and fixed the woman with a hard gaze, a smug look still present on his features. He motioned at her gun with a saber, waving it casually in her direction, “You’re gonna need that.” It wasn’t recommended to keep taunting the woman like he was, but oh, well, Mason enjoyed a little fun. It didn’t matter which Rogue this woman was - either way, he wasn’t all too equipped to deal with anyone who had a gun. He examined her figure once again, eyes flickering up and down as he assessed the situation - she was lean, obviously physically fit. Probably could hold her own if he charged her, even if he possibly had a good sixty pounds on her. Mason rolled his shoulders and frowned slightly; the air felt cold, and this woman was as calm and cool as ice. Deduction skills at work, his guess was most likely correct. It was pleasant coming face-to-face with an old friend, no matter if it was the person or the rushing of concrete to crack his skull. Death was never the end for him, and he wouldn’t stand down in the face of it - her. “I ain’t afraid of you.” he threw out, casually, taking a few bold steps forward that brought him feet away from her. Blue LED lights blur at his side as he twirls his sabers again before lunging, taking a swipe from one side at her legs and jabbing at her abdomen with the other.
He could be lying. Then again, there was an equally good chance that he was telling the truth. She wasn't in the mood for these games. It was plain offensive that Nexus sent somebody who looked like he didn't take anything seriously to deal with her or any other member of her group. If she wasn't so concerned with keeping her eyes on him, tracking for any sudden attacks, she would have rolled her eyes to no ends at his attempt at charming her. "It's a real shame that you're working for the wrong side then, isn't it?" she asked flatly. "I hope they also told you that not many people who cross paths with me live to tell the tale while they kept you in that basement then."
She did her best to keep her distance while attempting to see what his plan was. The very last thing she expected was to be simultaneously side-swept by one plastic sword and stabbed in the stomach by the other. So much for expecting the worst out of this guy, now she was just properly furious at everything. Without hesitation, she aimed the gun at his shin and swiftly pulled the trigger. Whether he had strong post-human abilities or not, if she acted quick enough she could take him out before he even got to use it. But first, she wanted to direct all of her pent up anger at something. This week had been absolutely shit.
While he was down, she gave his abdomen a few hard kicks until she could hear him wheezing to catch his breath. "I really fucking hate your corporation," she huffed, smoothing her hair down back into place. "But you knew that." At this point it was almost like she wanted there to be a good fight. At least that big mouthed clone kid and the southern blonde gave her a run for her money, and both of those times she didn't even mean to run into them. This... This was just insulting. She got down to the man's level and held his face tightly in her hand, "I think it speaks volumes how they sent you to come deal with us. Obviously they see us as a joke. If your co-workers hadn't pissed me off so much earlier, maybe this would've been your lucky day and I would've let you go just so you can tell your boss to stop fucking around."
Death drew in a deep breath. "Sadly, it's neither of our lucky day. Pity too, because I would've taken you up on your offer. I'm starving." She placed a small kiss on his cheek right before she felt her ability starting to work. It was quick, as it usually was. Before she knew it, the body went limp and cold to the touch.
"They who, miss. You’ve danced around the whole thing without telling me who killed her, that’s pointless." He could try to care about how harshly he was speaking to someone ranked so high above himself, but that would require far more effort than he was willing to put forth. "I want to know why, I want to know who, and I want to see the bloody body. The dead don’t care about whether or not the police are messing about in things, so that’s your business more than hers or mine." It dawned on him then that he honestly wouldn’t care if she reached across the desk and used her best weapon to silence his insolence, he was far too numb to care about anything beyond the answers and reason that a bullet had gotten anywhere near Zora, let alone close enough to kill. "Doesn’t matter as much then, you see. I’ve seen spirits who’ve had their bodies put through a woodchipper, who’ve been thrown in dumpsters, they don’t give a shit about anything more than why they’ve died and sometimes, only sometimes who they’ve left behind. Pain and regret linger longest."
"If I thought you could handle the whole picture at once I would've given it to you already. Fine," she shrugged. "Nexus. I don't know who was behind the gun yet but this has their scent all over it." Human emotions at its rawest form was messy, frustrating, and compromising. With the recent events, she could hardly blame Emrys for reacting so strongly. Nonetheless, she preferred to be anywhere else but here dealing with this. Hot trails were waiting for her to follow; loose ties waiting for her to close up. Grief always passed, as does everything else with time. "Everybody deals with shock first, Mr. Cantor. Dead or alive. It's all the same. We can mourn the dead, but only taking action will make sure she didn't die in vein and seek the justice she deserves."
Death had the most ordinary, most human death possible. All that pride of her being special and chosen just amounted to about nothing when her time came. It is the greatest irony that she wanted to have Jon die in the hands of a post-human due to a post-human ability, and then she ends up dying in the hands of a post-human but was taken out by a bullet. A simple, quick, relatively painless death (similar to the types of deaths that her ability induces, amazing...) To make matters worse, she died because of the mere potential of danger. AJ jumped the gun (no pun intended) because Death posed a threat. And it's funny because one of Nexus' primary reasons for hating post-humans is because they pose a threat to "humanity" even though a good number of them are harmless.
The moment of truth. Everything had led up right to the very moment where Death would lay her hand on Jonathan's face and slowly watch the life drain out of him. From the moment that the Rogues made their debut four years ago until now, all Death could dream of was this moment where the Rogues would work together to take down Nexus together.
Unfortunately, nothing was as simple as she hoped. AJ was made leader of the Seven Deadly Sins for good reason. She intercepted Death's attack while Jon was safely transported elsewhere. Both AJ and Death had each other locked in their crosshairs, but AJ didn't want to pull the trigger right away. There was something more to be gained out of Death, one of the leaders of the Rogues. She thought she could get Death to surrender and in turn, call off all the attacks so that the state could return back to its state of peace.
And so she decided to show Death a little mercy. AJ told Death that all she wanted was to talk and that if they both set their guns down on Jon's desk and sat down, they could converse like two adults. Death knew well enough it was a ploy to buy them time so that Jon could escape, but what could she do when she was held up at gunpoint? She followed AJ's suggestion and sat down across from her.
AJ tried to get as much information out of Death as possible and started with asking Death why she was going to great lengths to destroy them. Death replied that it was simple; Nexus was a symbol, something that instigated and enabled people who feared post humans to continue to hate them. If she took out the one thing that stood in her way then the rest of the dominoes would be sure to follow.
But even then Death was growing anxious, furious that her plans were slowly going up in flames, and hated the thought of being the one to ruin everything. She couldn't bear sitting around and chit chatting when there was work to be done. Death made the mistake of making a sudden movement to stand up and leave. AJ thought she was going to try to go for the guns and preemptively shot her. Straight to the chest. No way of recovering.
In the end, AJ had beaten out Death.
Although AJ was very disappointed in herself, she was hailed as the hero who took out one of the four Horsemen, bringing glory to the SINS division as well as Nexus overall.
"Regimes fall every day but there will always people to take my place."
There was always a thrill for AJ whenever she was out on a mission to hunt post-humans that were a threat to the safety of the general public. But this time around, the prey didn’t need to be hunted. The prey so easily and so willingly walked into the predator’s lair probably thinking that they were going to be able to get rid of the being that was threatening their pitiful lives. A rather arrogant move, if you asked AJ, and a rather ill-thought plan.
But of course AJ had to admit the Rogues were not ones to be taken lightly. They were a real threat. Especially now that they had decided that it was their job to trash Nexus. AJ could only count one advantage they had over the intruders: this was her home court.
As soon as the alarm went off informing the entire base of the present threat that was. Her first instinct was to clear the building of the people who worked for the offices and the laboratories. As soon as code red was blared through the systems, AJ had barked orders for everyone to evacuate immidiately.
The floor of her office was almost clear— almost. AJ scanned through the rooms carefully. For a moment there was a flicker of panic in her eyes before it quickly turned to vigilance. The last time she was caught up in a fight with a post human had given her a one way ticket to her slow unevitable deterioration. Even though it took her the hard way, she learned never to let your guard down for a single, short-lived moment of glory.
AJ allowed herself to smile, though— the smallest smirk that spoke volumes of her still present arrogance despite her situation. She crept in stealthily inside Jon’s office, making sure to keep her presence hidden from the horsewoman who stood in the room looking for the man whose name was on the door. She held her gun straight to the horsewoman’s head, her finger so dangerously tickling the trigger. But of course, she had to resist the temptation because she still needed something from the woman: information. And of course let’s not forget the fact that this woman could call an end to this chaos with a single word to her Rogues. “I would’ve thought your mother taught you manners enough to close the door whenever you come into a room,” AJ spoke softly, with no hint of aggression but a smirk still played on her lips and an unfriendly spark glimmered in her eye.
Anger swelled in Death's chest when she flung the door open and Jon Dexter wasn't the one her gun was pointing to. The rising sense of frustration burned, making it almost impossible to breath. Her ears were preemptively ringing, just waiting for the gun aimed at her head to go off. Her thin veil of composure cracked and chipped away quickly. After all their hard work-- After all she had done to guarantee them this win, including bringing herself to Peter Petrelli to practically beg for help, Nexus still got the upper hand when it mattered. Death's arm stiffened; the weight of the gun anchored at the end of it. There was no way in hell she would let go of her gun now. A mercy kill was completely written out now. If the opportunity presented itself, she would lodge a bullet right into this agent's chest without a second thought and track down Dexter before he escaped.
She drew a wavering breath in, doing her best quelling the trembling rage overtaking the rest of her body. "Manners are for those I respect," she verbally shot back. Her smile stretched out thinly across the canvas of her face. The other woman held all the poise and composure that Death should've had; a clear sign that the tide of war shifted all in one move. The queen piece had intercepted the knight to protect the king. A brave move, but it would prove to be a foolish one. Right now, with both gun barrels pointed at each other, the queen was no longer the strongest piece on the board. They were both at a stalemate, but Death was looking to win the war, not just a battle.
"So you know who I am but I don't know who you are. Did your mother ever teach you anything about introducing yourselves to guests?" Her words were sharpened, ready to puncture and cut, but she kept as calm as possible to try to prolong the conversation. She needed to buy herself some time as she figured out her opponent. Information was the way to any victory after all. The image of this woman mirrored hers. In short, the gun was a focus point. It didn't signify whether she was human or post-human, but if it was the latter, chances were that the ability didn't work long range, much like Death's who also used a fire arm as a crutch.
She continued to work out a list of potential abilities in her head, aka all the reasons for her to not take a chance and fire first. The hammer on her pistol was already cocked back. Her index finger itched to squeeze the trigger, but she was sure no matter how quick she was, she knew for sure she wouldn't be able to dodge the other bullet from driving through her skull.
"And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin is pride..."
After a long week of running her own members to the area around the Nexus headquarters to survey the place day and night, the Rogues finally had enough information to go through with the attack. Along with a couple of ex-Nexus members on their side, Death was convinced, or maybe just desperate enough to believe, that this was going to come out in their favor. With a good number of Rogues drawing attention away from the route that was going to take her straight to the top floor, she had to move quickly before Nexus caught on.
CODE RED CODE RED // ENEMY PRESENCE HAS BEEN DETECTED
The blaring alarms layered over all the clamor were deafening. It was practically impossible to be able to hear incoming agents if they were heading towards her. So now, not only did she have to be quick but she also had to be stealthy. Her guns only held so many rounds and it was up to her to make them all count since they were all she had to get herself in and out of the Nexus headquarters safely. But of course, not all of them were for her. No, that would be selfish of her to hog all of them like that. There was at least one bullet with Jonathan Dexter's name all over it. She had to be careful though. The bullet wasn't going to be what took his life. That pleasure was all hers.
It was only fitting that the man who preached against post-human acceptance to be killed by a post-human ability.
She climbed up another flight of stairs, incredibly thankful that the coast was clear this entire time. Then again, nobody really ever notices the reaper until their time was up. She considered these Nexus agents lucky, although their luck might run out if they ran into her other members. Finally, the small plaque with Jonathan's name engraved into it on the front of his office door stared her back in the face. She knocked first-- Just for the irony of it. Death is knocking on your door, Mr. Dexter.
Death held her gun out at arm's length as she carefully pushed the door open, ready to finally end this war.
It was easy to slip past some one when the streets were festered with pedestrians, which usually played out in her favor on an average day. Except today her goals had shifted. She needed to be seen and be seen by someone in particular.
A quick bump to the arm was delivered.
He apologized, although the fault was not his to claim, and she was not surprised. Her hand clasped around his arm. Given the look on his face that followed next, she knew for sure that he recognized her.
"We're all in danger and I need you to come to that address alone so that I may talk to you."
"I have no reason to not arrest you right on the spot right now."
She smiled with confidence. With her other hand she slipped a small parcel into his pocket, ignoring the daggers shooting out of his glare. "You can arrest me at the address after we talk. Use it as a confession for all I care. I am just a desperate woman trying to save my people. Desperate people tend to tell the truth."
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He should have pursued her. --Correction. He should've pursued her better. Peter didn't buy her act for a second. There was no force in the world that could have stopped him from taking her in. One look at her face and his mind was flooded with past images of what Claire was like after the Rogues were done with her. More than anything, he wanted to bring her in and see her get what she deserved.
However, Death had eluded him the moment he became preoccupied with reaching in his pocket to see what she placed in it. He scoured the perimeter for her but couldn't even catch a single trace of her. She was traveling by foot and he thought he could catch her himself.
Granted there was the possibility that he could have found her if he called in a team.
But he didn't.
"Took you long enough, Mr. Petrelli."
He fished the scrap of paper out his pocket and tossed it down in front of Death. "I highly doubt I need a confession given your crimes, but you have two minutes to talk before I cuff you."
The anger directed at her was well deserved. Her mind recorded every drop of blood she spilled since it was so rare for her to not fall back on cleaner methods like a gun or her ability. It was unfortunate they were forced to use Claire to send a message, she admitted that.
"I fully understand why you're ang--"
"One minute, fifty four seconds." The power was out of her hands for the time being.
She sighed and played along. "Like I said, I'm desperate. I take it you're aware of the attacks against the Rogues, the muggings, kidnappings and such. It all ties back to Nexus. There is no paper trail and no solid evidence that could get you a warrant, but you and I both know their hands aren't as clean as they want people to believe." Death peered over at him for feedback but he just glanced at his watch. His mouth formed a hard frown line and his brows met in the middle with some tension. That alone communicated more than enough for her.
"And to make matters worse, just recently my sources informed me of their team The Seven Deadly Sins," her laugh was bone dry of any real humor. "My point is that I'm tired, Mr. Petrelli. I'm tired of hiding and waiting to draw the serpent out while he cuts our people down and then displays them out like some sick hunting trophy. I don't want to be caught in their crosshair anymore. I've had enough."
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Peter stared straight at her, confused, "So what? You're turnin' yourself in and askin' me to help?"
"We share a common enemy. You fight for peace and I fight for freedom. Nexus stands in the way of both of our goals."
He could tell where she heading with this now. It wasn't hard to tell what she wanted, but what he wanted was for her to stop talking. The Rogues and the Rebellion were cut from the same cloth. He knew better than anybody else how it felt to have Nexus close in on them like some game of cat and mouse. Her experiences struck a chord with him and made him almost sympathize with her. Regardless of that, he didn't want any tie with her.
"PROTECT doesn't work with criminals," he stated bluntly.
"I know. You're the "good guys". You're a shield and I'm a sword. It's why you still haven't launched a full attack on Nexus, but guess what? I don't operate with the same restraints you do. Nexus will be brought down by the Rogues." She stepped towards him but he stood his ground and didn't pull away. "We share the same scars, Mr. Petrelli. How many more post-humans are you going to let Nexus get their hands on? They're going to get what they deserve. Somebody needs to break the laws to bring them down and I'm willing to play my part."
"And what's my part?"
A small grin. "You catch on quick. Either you help us or you get out of our way. All we need is to get to Nexus. Nexus is a symbol for people to act against us. The same way you are a symbol of hope for some. After we take them down, we'll disappear. If you want to pursue us then, feel free, but taking Nexus down will require your cooperation."
He didn't give her an answer and Death didn't need him to. The fact that he let her walk spoke volumes. She didn't discard the possibility that he might turn against her on the day of the attack, but as she told him over and over... He was not her enemy and nor was she his (in this instance anyway.)
All the pieces were in place now. All she had to do was wait until it was time to strike again.
So since Ryan and I are really pinched for time to play things out on the dash, we briefly played out what our characters first meeting was like in the chat. It's important to Rae's development as well as to the set up of a couple of other events so we decided to go ahead and just do it this way.
Ryan: haHAHA oh man when Rae first meets death she'd be like "my wife was right about u u don't look so tough" then like promptly get a boot in her face. Rae would be so snarky tho after her suicide attempt and subsequent hospitalization since she's just like I hope everyone dies I hate u all....
Thanh: idk about boot but death would slap her across the face and tell her to know her place
Ryan: "My place? Definitely not in the kitchen I hope... :}"
Thanh: "It'll be back in your mundane life with your wife if you keep this up" death would ask her how she thinks she can be of use to the rogues otherwise, she should stop wasting death's time
R: Rae just gets a big ol' frown on her face because she's been verbally smacked down like oh damn srs threat.
"wellllllll.... I mean I was best friends with a nexus employee for like four years and married for ... a year [in reality it's like 9 months but shh that destroys her cred] u can't get a firsthand account of their shit better than that |8"
T: "Well. You're right. I really can't. I would really appreciate having some new information on Nexus. Since you're such an expert on their shit, why don't you put your five years of experience to use for us?
R: "Ahem... it's like two and a half but you're on... |:<" and then she quietly panics because why does she have such a big mouth...
T: death quirks an eyebrow and looks amused, "Alright then. Impress me, miss Edison"
R: "|: oh you'll be impressed alright... /ego boost bc lol she thinks she's gr8 at showing off. you wanna see what I can do first? /wiggles eyebrows"
T: " /gestures for Rae to go ahead"
R: "|:< show more enthusiasm pls I'm unique. negativity might just make me disappear-- /POOFS AWAY" Rae is just like fuck life I'll be high on my own energy and jokes. "/poofs back laughing her ass off with like the biggest proud grin bc fuck the world she is hella awesome"
T: "/claps. You'll be perfect for infiltration then".
R: "|: wait infiltrating what..."
T: "Nexus, silly. Or were you planning on retrieving the information through different means?"
R: "Uh... no infiltrating is good... but I also have some acquaintances still there I haven't seen in like two years.. and I'm pretty sure I can pull off a few tricks with them.. |: /nervous chuckle"
T: "I'm sure this is cake for a person with so many tricks up her sleeves like you. Do what you have to."
R: "/grins you won't be disappointed" as she quietly thinks to herself *hopefully*
T: death would praise her quite a bit after she comes back with the info. even if it isn't much, death would like... pat her on the back if rae was okay with death touching her
R: Rae would love death tbh because she isn't afraid of literal death |: it's comforting therefore she finds death's vibe comforting
The sound of a hand connecting with her face sent a resounding crack around the empty room once more, she winced as the pain soared through her body, the chair she was tied to rocking back from the force. Her cheek was red, raw with agony and mixing with the blood trickling from her nose. Her breaths slowed while her mind attempted to focus on the mens voices over the unbearable ringing in her ears. A low chuckle erupts from her throat while her head lolls back. In this situation all she could do was laugh. Laugh at her own vulnerability and futility. It was sickening.
A loud crash snaps her out of her haze and her body jolts for a moment preparing itself for another wave of pain. Instead, there is shouting and a loud bang, as if someones trying to break in. Through her blurry vision she can only make out the figures frantically moving into action, and then one approaches her. Something cold presses in to her temple, gun, her mind deadpans.
The details of how Death came to this part of the city became irrelevant rather quickly. Whether she was just bored, as she often was, or whether she felt pulled to be at this exact moment at this time bore little significance to her. The one staring down the barrel of the gun was not only somebody she knew but someone she held great respect for, which only prompted her to take action even quicker. She reached around for her gun and held it out at arm's length.
She aimed the gun at the other gun wielder's leg and fired without a second thought. She didn't care for the logistics behind who started this brawl and why. If a member of her team was hurt, she was going to respond. Drop your gun or the next shot is going to be a fatal one.
The glass of alcohol nearly fell straight out of Death’s hands. Across from the bar where she sat, there was a spectacle that commanded her attention and drew her in.
Six darts all sent right into the heart of the bull’s eye. Death had seen similar skills in a circus type of performance but never did any of those people have the speed this girl did. That look of sheer surprise in her eyes told Death that this was unintentional and she happened to be in the right time and the right place tonight.
"Quite the aim you’ve got there," Death said in a low voice, paired with a friendly smile.
"I…" Ronan gave a breathy chuckle, "Yeah. Guess I just got lucky."
Her smile held its place. Denial was common.
"Do kick boxers usually have reflexes that are faster than the average human?" Death placed her fingers around one of the darts and tried to pull it back. When it refused to budge, she held the board with her other hand and yanked the dart back with more force. "You know with that sort of strength and speed, you could’ve killed somebody with that ability."
"What can I say? It’s just a freaky gift of mine."
"Oh?" Death looked around for a certain item. She swiftly picked up an apple off somebody’s table and met up with Ronan again. The apple was held out so it was in plain sight for Ronan to see. The bright red color faded, dulling out until it was a dark brown and the apple lost its form. "That’s my gift and I assure you it’s the furthest thing from ‘freaky’."
Ronan was at a lost for words. She stared at the apple and then back at her hands.
"I think you might possess a special ability, Ronan. You might be a post-human and I want to help you. If you’d let me, of course."
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