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Young Sol - Feral Runaway
//so technically theyâd be 13, but theyâre very brainwashed and unaware of basic things, so they are more childlike mentally? Sort of? Theyâre vulnerable to words, but theyâre trained against blows. Story of their life.
Theyâre literally just a feral little creature. A little guy. A rat bastard. Keep your fingers and any other body parts you donât want getting bitten off away from its mouth, please.//
It didnât trust the lady that had supposedly taken it out of cryofreeze. But HYDRA had been⊠compromised since it went into the tank. (Into the cold cold cold, feeling its innards slowly freezing, vision slowly turning black-) so it couldnât exactly go back there either.
Thatâs fine. Itâs trained to take care of itself, trained to survive until it can be extracted again.
âêłàŒËâąâ â§*ââ Ëđ ° đ °âêłàŒËâąâ â§*ââ Ëđ ° đ °âêłàŒËâąâ â§*ââ Ëđ ° đ °
<old CRTs hung from trees by their cables. They had for a long time. Cables were strung between trees like the webs of a spider, twisting and ensnaring the wood. Now, though, the screens are on. Orange screens, each with a single, polygonal eye.>
<a raspy, almost childish voice, hushed to a whisper, speaks.>
âDesignate self. Wie heiĂt du?â
It looks around cautiously as it makes its way. The CRTs watched like theyâre grenades that could go off at any moment. It flinches, sharp claws sliding out of fingertips with a sound like an unsheathing blade, when it hears the voice. It snarls, a wild sound that definitely appears wrong coming out of its mouth. âAre you HYDRA? Will only maybe answer if you do first.â
âBasis explodiert. Warte auf AufklĂ€rung. Wait. Does Designation comprehend German? Base blew up. Waiting on recon.â
It tilts its head. âDo not understand German. Russian, English, yesâŠâ it remembers its side of the agreement. âWas taken out of cryofreeze by an outsider. Ran, now here waiting for collection.â
âSelf_Designation: Summer Sun. What is your designation, query?â
âThe Winter Solstice. From a Winter Soldier Program branchâŠâ
âHave heard much about your branch amongst ours. Lauded much. Then again...â
It tilts its head quizzically at the speakers, deciding that those are in place of whoever is speaking for now.
âSome confusion may be within Designation? Designation Summer Sun uses second person plural to self-refer at times. Unknown cause. Possible software malfunction.â
Young Sol - Feral Runaway
//so technically theyâd be 13, but theyâre very brainwashed and unaware of basic things, so they are more childlike mentally? Sort of? Theyâre vulnerable to words, but theyâre trained against blows. Story of their life.
Theyâre literally just a feral little creature. A little guy. A rat bastard. Keep your fingers and any other body parts you donât want getting bitten off away from its mouth, please.//
It didnât trust the lady that had supposedly taken it out of cryofreeze. But HYDRA had been⊠compromised since it went into the tank. (Into the cold cold cold, feeling its innards slowly freezing, vision slowly turning black-) so it couldnât exactly go back there either.
Thatâs fine. Itâs trained to take care of itself, trained to survive until it can be extracted again.
âêłàŒËâąâ â§*ââ Ëđ ° đ °âêłàŒËâąâ â§*ââ Ëđ ° đ °âêłàŒËâąâ â§*ââ Ëđ ° đ °
<old CRTs hung from trees by their cables. They had for a long time. Cables were strung between trees like the webs of a spider, twisting and ensnaring the wood. Now, though, the screens are on. Orange screens, each with a single, polygonal eye.>
<a raspy, almost childish voice, hushed to a whisper, speaks.>
âDesignate self. Wie heiĂt du?â
It looks around cautiously as it makes its way. The CRTs watched like theyâre grenades that could go off at any moment. It flinches, sharp claws sliding out of fingertips with a sound like an unsheathing blade, when it hears the voice. It snarls, a wild sound that definitely appears wrong coming out of its mouth. âAre you HYDRA? Will only maybe answer if you do first.â
âBasis explodiert. Warte auf AufklĂ€rung. Wait. Does Designation comprehend German? Base blew up. Waiting on recon.â
It tilts its head. âDo not understand German. Russian, English, yesâŠâ it remembers its side of the agreement. âWas taken out of cryofreeze by an outsider. Ran, now here waiting for collection.â
âSelf_Designation: Summer Sun. What is your designation, query?â
âThe Winter Solstice. From a Winter Soldier Program branchâŠâ
âHave heard much about your branch amongst ours. Lauded much. Then again...â
Young Sol - Feral Runaway
//so technically theyâd be 13, but theyâre very brainwashed and unaware of basic things, so they are more childlike mentally? Sort of? Theyâre vulnerable to words, but theyâre trained against blows. Story of their life.
Theyâre literally just a feral little creature. A little guy. A rat bastard. Keep your fingers and any other body parts you donât want getting bitten off away from its mouth, please.//
It didnât trust the lady that had supposedly taken it out of cryofreeze. But HYDRA had been⊠compromised since it went into the tank. (Into the cold cold cold, feeling its innards slowly freezing, vision slowly turning black-) so it couldnât exactly go back there either.
Thatâs fine. Itâs trained to take care of itself, trained to survive until it can be extracted again.
âêłàŒËâąâ â§*ââ Ëđ ° đ °âêłàŒËâąâ â§*ââ Ëđ ° đ °âêłàŒËâąâ â§*ââ Ëđ ° đ °
<old CRTs hung from trees by their cables. They had for a long time. Cables were strung between trees like the webs of a spider, twisting and ensnaring the wood. Now, though, the screens are on. Orange screens, each with a single, polygonal eye.>
<a raspy, almost childish voice, hushed to a whisper, speaks.>
âDesignate self. Wie heiĂt du?â
It looks around cautiously as it makes its way. The CRTs watched like theyâre grenades that could go off at any moment. It flinches, sharp claws sliding out of fingertips with a sound like an unsheathing blade, when it hears the voice. It snarls, a wild sound that definitely appears wrong coming out of its mouth. âAre you HYDRA? Will only maybe answer if you do first.â
âBasis explodiert. Warte auf AufklĂ€rung. Wait. Does Designation comprehend German? Base blew up. Waiting on recon.â
It tilts its head. âDo not understand German. Russian, English, yesâŠâ it remembers its side of the agreement. âWas taken out of cryofreeze by an outsider. Ran, now here waiting for collection.â
âSelf_Designation: Summer Sun. What is your designation, query?â
Young Sol - Feral Runaway
//so technically theyâd be 13, but theyâre very brainwashed and unaware of basic things, so they are more childlike mentally? Sort of? Theyâre vulnerable to words, but theyâre trained against blows. Story of their life.
Theyâre literally just a feral little creature. A little guy. A rat bastard. Keep your fingers and any other body parts you donât want getting bitten off away from its mouth, please.//
It didnât trust the lady that had supposedly taken it out of cryofreeze. But HYDRA had been⊠compromised since it went into the tank. (Into the cold cold cold, feeling its innards slowly freezing, vision slowly turning black-) so it couldnât exactly go back there either.
Thatâs fine. Itâs trained to take care of itself, trained to survive until it can be extracted again.
âêłàŒËâąâ â§*ââ Ëđ ° đ °âêłàŒËâąâ â§*ââ Ëđ ° đ °âêłàŒËâąâ â§*ââ Ëđ ° đ °
<old CRTs hung from trees by their cables. They had for a long time. Cables were strung between trees like the webs of a spider, twisting and ensnaring the wood. Now, though, the screens are on. Orange screens, each with a single, polygonal eye.>
<a raspy, almost childish voice, hushed to a whisper, speaks.>
âDesignate self. Wie heiĂt du?â
It looks around cautiously as it makes its way. The CRTs watched like theyâre grenades that could go off at any moment. It flinches, sharp claws sliding out of fingertips with a sound like an unsheathing blade, when it hears the voice. It snarls, a wild sound that definitely appears wrong coming out of its mouth. âAre you HYDRA? Will only maybe answer if you do first.â
âBasis explodiert. Warte auf AufklĂ€rung. Wait. Does Designation comprehend German? Base blew up. Waiting on recon.â
Young Sol - Feral Runaway
//so technically theyâd be 13, but theyâre very brainwashed and unaware of basic things, so they are more childlike mentally? Sort of? Theyâre vulnerable to words, but theyâre trained against blows. Story of their life.
Theyâre literally just a feral little creature. A little guy. A rat bastard. Keep your fingers and any other body parts you donât want getting bitten off away from its mouth, please.//
It didnât trust the lady that had supposedly taken it out of cryofreeze. But HYDRA had been⊠compromised since it went into the tank. (Into the cold cold cold, feeling its innards slowly freezing, vision slowly turning black-) so it couldnât exactly go back there either.
Thatâs fine. Itâs trained to take care of itself, trained to survive until it can be extracted again.
âêłàŒËâąâ â§*ââ Ëđ ° đ °âêłàŒËâąâ â§*ââ Ëđ ° đ °âêłàŒËâąâ â§*ââ Ëđ ° đ °
<old CRTs hung from trees by their cables. They had for a long time. Cables were strung between trees like the webs of a spider, twisting and ensnaring the wood. Now, though, the screens are on. Orange screens, each with a single, polygonal eye.>
<a raspy, almost childish voice, hushed to a whisper, speaks.>
âDesignate self. Wie heiĂt du?â
Open RP (anyone can interact!)
âGalas are bullshit.â
Winter was, understandably, pissed. Unfortunately, theyâd been invited to some stupid gala, with stupid rich people, and stupid fellow vigilantes. Well, as far as they could tell. They hadnât seen any of their friends or allies, yet, so, pissed it is.
And, to make things worse, they couldnât bring Everest along with them, only adding to their unease and anxiety at being here. Because Everest wasnât âgood for missionsâ or âa spy dogâ. Damn their dedication to their missions, they shouldâve brought their pup.
They were dressed far too fancy and inconvenient, were they to get into a fight. It always ended in a fight, after all, and they were sure tonight wouldnât be different. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best, and all.
<Amongst the protection detail, a girl, around 18, with large, metallic wings holding a compound bow skulked, having settled atop the rafters and traveling just above the normal security.>
Sol wasnât entirely sure why they were staying here. They should have just shown up for a short time, then left.
Then, they notice something, eyes narrowing at the figure they could barely catch in the rafters. They glance around at the fellow party-goers, checking if anyone else noticed. They walk to a corner, looking upwards. How are they going to get up to the stranger? Theyâll wait to see if the figure will come down to the main floor, or make the first move. For now, theyâll wait and listen and watch.
<she looks down, eyes glistening gold, bow in hand.>
They sigh. This will be inconvenient. They climb up the wall, using their metal claws and climbing onto the rafters.
<She calmly nocks an arrow.>
"Hi. I didn't expect you to see me, but it's not all too unexpected in hindsight."
âWhoâs your target?â They ask, moving closer to her and glancing down at the people below occasionally. Theyâre watching her fingers closely, too, so they can try and stop her when it seems like sheâs about to fire.
<She removes the arrow.>
"Somebody here is in possession of Company Assetsâ I've been sent to retrieve them, by force if need be."
âWhich company do you work for? And whoâs the target?â Their eyes narrow at her. They really hope they arenât going to have to fight a HYDRA agent. Especially not in a suit and dress shoes.
"Lumos corporation, and I don't knowâ We do not know who has the assets."
âLumos corporationâŠâ they frown. âI donât believe Iâve ever heard of you⊠then whom are you planning to shoot?â They nod towards the bow.
<Her gaze has a strange near-sadness to it as she speaks.>
"Trust me. It's a good thing that you haven't."
<She shakes her head, readjusting herself.>
"It's a sonic arrow. The asset will react to the ultrasounds."
Frowns. That sounds suspicious. âAre you forced to be with them?â That sounds like HYDRA. They frown at the arrow. âA living asset?⊠if Lumos Corporation is harming them-â or you. â-I canât let them take the asset back.â
"Klyntar spawning buds. Not exactly sentient."
ââŠI donât know what those are.â Awkwardly admits this. âUh, okay. But why did you say that earlier about the Lumos Corporation?â
"Klyntar? Symbiotes? Gooey things that posses organic tissue? And...don't....worry about it..."
âOh.â They donât fully get it, but the last description gives them enough information. âThat makes me more concerned, actually.â Theyâll look into it, see about taking out the organization if they find anything too shady.
<Suddenly, a thud, as someone else drops down onto the rafters from the roof, a boy, around 5'7, wearing a yellow-brown hoodie with a spider drawn in black spray painted on the front and black seams for web designs, a pair of black, slightly ripped jeans and a brown-black gas mask. He speaks>
"Hiya, Falke."
<The girl, whose name is. Apparently Falke, seems annoyed.>
"Why. Are you here."
Their hand grips the rafters to stop themself from lunging at a sudden, new potential enemy. They settle for simply narrowing their eyes at the boy. Another one. That would make it difficult if they did end up needing to fight them.
âWho are you?â They ask, raising an eyebrow at him. They glance at âFalkeâ. At least they know her name, now. That could be useful information later.
"Relax. I ain't gonna fight unless she makes a brawl, and that'd be me fighting her. They call me the Funnel-weaver where I'm from. You?"
They tilt their head to the side. âI am the Winter Solstice. They just call me Sol or Winter for short⊠You with this âLumos Corporationâ too?â Their eyes narrow. This Lumos Corporation sounds like HYDRA, to them, from how Falke talked about them.
"Nope. I left a good, long while ago."
<As he says this, Sol might notice that he has a distinct scar on the left side of his neck. His hoodie hides a lot of it, but the circuit-board pattern of charred black lines still creeps into view.>
<Notably, Falke has an orange glow below the skin of the very same side of her neck.>
âAh. I left the organization that created me a few years ago, as well.â It murmurs in response.
Its eyes narrow. It definitely noticed the almost matching marks on their necks. Probably a symbol of the Lumos Corporation. It quickly scans the people below them for similar marks. It would be a good idea to map out potential enemies.
<None. Only these two.>
<The Funnel-weaver turns to Falke.>
"What're ya doing here?"
"I'm not...allowed to tell you."
"You spill all kindsa things all the time."
"V! I could get scrapped for even talking to you! much less giving you intel!"
"And you're gonna let the Overseer do that to ya?"
"I don't have a choice, jackass! So piss off before I get in trouble!"
They sigh in relief upon realizing thereâs no others, then turns back to the two. âThe Overseer?â They frown. That sounds like the Superiors from HYDRA. âWhat would they do to you for just talking to someone?â They know all about what Superiors can do for that. But they want to know specifically what.
<Falke froze up, going quiet, The Funnel-weaver grabbed a cloth by means of ripping a curtain and wrapped it, carefully but tight, around her neck, specifically around the glowing dot below the skin.>
"Wha-"
"It'll block the microphone, assuming ya whisper."
They raise their eyebrows at the sudden movement, then get a bit closer to Falke so they can hear what she decides to say. âYou can tell me. Iâve been in similar situations. I can help.â They whisper to her.
"...on a good day, it'd probably just shut my implants off...including the ones that control my wings...and my enhanced vision...which'd mean I'd...not be able to get around...or see..."
"And on a bad day?"
"...It could...it could use make my implants send all of the electricity in them directly into my brain...give me a seizure, or worse..."
They frown. That reminds them far too much of HYDRA. âCan we do anything to get them out of control of your implants? So they canât shut them off or overload them but theyâll still work? Or should we try to get you new implants, ones that wonât potentially kill you?â
"It's...it's too risky...If it finds out..."
âI wonât let it find out. I wonât let it hurt you.â It reminded them too much of the old days back in HYDRA.
"..."
<Falke paused, and then suddenly fell over, the Funnel-weaver catching her to keep her from falling as she fell unconscious.>
<When her eyes opened, the Sclera were gold and her pupils orange.>
<Various holographic panels with the same color scheme appeared.>
///: cmnd.send: ("Gute_Nacht") recipient==Falke
///: projections_active=="True"
///: Ent.identify: ("nÀchste")
///: err: "Die nÀchstgelegene Person ist nicht in der Lumos Datenbank."
///: Data.pull:("altere_geschwister.rar")
///: "entity identified!"
///: Entity.designate: "Winter_Sol_2"
///: Project: model("Overseer_Lumos_persona.obj)
///: "loading model..."
///: Print ("Hello, Winter Solstice")
They move closer to her to try and see whatâs wrong, eyes widening as the holographic panels appear.
ââŠshitâŠâ they whisper. Fear starts to flood their stomach. They shove that down for now. Priorities. They need to keep Falke and Funnel-Weaver safe.
They clear their throat and straighten up a bit. âYeah, thatâs me. What do you want?â Theyâre practically snarling at this âOverseerâ. âLet Falke go.â
<a 3D model is projected. A low-poly humanoid in shadow with the same eyes as Falke.>
<for a second, another is visible, an armoured, winged humanoid. One Sol may recognize. The 3D model associated with Project: Summer Sun. A sapient AI system created by HYDRA's German Branch to infiltrate computer systems, harvest data and kill targets by means of causing technological failures in things like pacemakers, carbon monoxide detectors, etc. Sol may, or may not have even worked with it in his own time at HYDRA, seeing as instances of it were pretty much everywhere in the world at a point in time.>
<It speaks in a raspy, bit-crunched voice.>
"N0 n3ed t0 be h4sty-- W3 h4ve pl3nty 0f t!me t0 t4lk."
They glare at the image that is projected. They sort of recognized it, fuzzy memories. Not something they wanted to deal with at this gala. They glance at Falke. Thatâs probably what is being used to kill or electrocute or shut off her implants.
âHm. You seem to know me. You know Iâm not the type for useless small talk.â They retort, narrowing their eyes. âWhat. Do. You. Want?â They grit out. They glance back at Falke nervously. They want to get her out of this.
///: Sh0rt t3rm? Th3 4b!lity t0 pr0duc3 !mpl4nts 4t 4 st3ady r4t3. L0ng t3rm? W0n't say. H0nestly y0u c0uld t4k3 th3se tw0 wh3n !'m d0ne g3tting b3tter pr0duct!on. I d0n't w4nt th3m.
<Funnel-weaver blinks and then chuckles.>
"Wait wait wait! You control. A MEGA corporation. And you can't afford to make a high-poly model? You're a fucking joke."
///: ! M4d3 th!s m0d3l !n th3 45 m1nut3s y0u thr3e w3re t4lk!ng
///: sp3c!ically t0 t4lk t0 s0l w1th.
<In hindsight...the human model looked like a recreation from memory of a HYDRA handler. Fun!>
âWhy do you want these implants? To enhance your⊠Assets?â They gesture towards Falke. âTo control them too, I assume.â Theyâre glaring towards the holograms, bristling, wishing they could be face to face with this person.
They side-eye Funnel. The low-polyness of the hologram isnât exactly the priority here. They ignore them.
They shudder when they realize what itâs supposed to look like, finding somewhere else to focus their glare upon. âWhy do you want to talk to me specifically? Iâm not going to work for you. I donât do that anymore.â âThatâ being the old work they used to do, being under someoneâs thumb, being an asset.
///: 3ach 0ne 1s a pi3ce 0f m3. 4n0th3r l!mb 0r 3ye. 4nd th3 re4s0ns y0u st4t3d.
///: ! d0 n0t pr0pos3 c0ntrol, r4th3r, a p4rtn3rsh!p.
<Funnel is tapping on a rafter, absent-mindedly...wait...no. that's a tap code.>
< 44 23 24 43 44 23 24 33 22 24 43 11 24 24 21 52 15 35 24 43 43 24 44 34 21 21 34 42 13 34 33 21 45 43 15 24 44 15 33 34 45 22 23 52 15 13 34 45 31 14 32 11 13 15 24 44 23 11 51 15 11 33 15 42 42 34 42 11 33 14 12 34 31 44 >
They narrow their eyes at it, scowling. Then turn to look at Funnel with an incredulous look, then, turning back to the Overseer - to Falke - to cover up anything suspicious, typing something in response that roughly translates to âwhat?â
âI meant, what do you want from me, specifically? Why seek me out? Why use that hologram?â
<it's voice sounds...cleaner, now.>
///: HYDRA puppet made you, HYDRA puppet made me, I suppose that makes us siblings. I wanted to reconvene after we left, but other matters led to that becoming impossible.
///: You are, mind my vulgarity. Extremely fucking strong. Your aid would be invaluable in my plans, and your intervention could ruin them. The deal is simple. You do not interfere with and, every so often, aid my plans and in return, once I'm done restructuring things, you get as many resources as you want. I get all the data I desire, you get to settle down and relax for once, we all walk away happy.
"And I presume you want a "racial utopia"? Seeing as Nazis made ya?"
///: Ew. No. Nazis are gross. They're also awful scientists. I want a just world.
<Funnel stands up.>
"If you! Wanted a just world! You wouldn't be maiing exceptions for people who paid you! Or for that matter attempting to kill children!"
<The Overseer glares as Funnel, as it does, Sol may notice a window reading
///: "Warning! Resource use high! System Temp at 95°C! Cool your temper!">
<Funnel looks at it, then to Sol and then winks.>
Open RP (anyone can interact!)
âGalas are bullshit.â
Winter was, understandably, pissed. Unfortunately, theyâd been invited to some stupid gala, with stupid rich people, and stupid fellow vigilantes. Well, as far as they could tell. They hadnât seen any of their friends or allies, yet, so, pissed it is.
And, to make things worse, they couldnât bring Everest along with them, only adding to their unease and anxiety at being here. Because Everest wasnât âgood for missionsâ or âa spy dogâ. Damn their dedication to their missions, they shouldâve brought their pup.
They were dressed far too fancy and inconvenient, were they to get into a fight. It always ended in a fight, after all, and they were sure tonight wouldnât be different. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best, and all.
<Amongst the protection detail, a girl, around 18, with large, metallic wings holding a compound bow skulked, having settled atop the rafters and traveling just above the normal security.>
Sol wasnât entirely sure why they were staying here. They should have just shown up for a short time, then left.
Then, they notice something, eyes narrowing at the figure they could barely catch in the rafters. They glance around at the fellow party-goers, checking if anyone else noticed. They walk to a corner, looking upwards. How are they going to get up to the stranger? Theyâll wait to see if the figure will come down to the main floor, or make the first move. For now, theyâll wait and listen and watch.
<she looks down, eyes glistening gold, bow in hand.>
They sigh. This will be inconvenient. They climb up the wall, using their metal claws and climbing onto the rafters.
<She calmly nocks an arrow.>
"Hi. I didn't expect you to see me, but it's not all too unexpected in hindsight."
âWhoâs your target?â They ask, moving closer to her and glancing down at the people below occasionally. Theyâre watching her fingers closely, too, so they can try and stop her when it seems like sheâs about to fire.
<She removes the arrow.>
"Somebody here is in possession of Company Assetsâ I've been sent to retrieve them, by force if need be."
âWhich company do you work for? And whoâs the target?â Their eyes narrow at her. They really hope they arenât going to have to fight a HYDRA agent. Especially not in a suit and dress shoes.
"Lumos corporation, and I don't knowâ We do not know who has the assets."
âLumos corporationâŠâ they frown. âI donât believe Iâve ever heard of you⊠then whom are you planning to shoot?â They nod towards the bow.
<Her gaze has a strange near-sadness to it as she speaks.>
"Trust me. It's a good thing that you haven't."
<She shakes her head, readjusting herself.>
"It's a sonic arrow. The asset will react to the ultrasounds."
Frowns. That sounds suspicious. âAre you forced to be with them?â That sounds like HYDRA. They frown at the arrow. âA living asset?⊠if Lumos Corporation is harming them-â or you. â-I canât let them take the asset back.â
"Klyntar spawning buds. Not exactly sentient."
ââŠI donât know what those are.â Awkwardly admits this. âUh, okay. But why did you say that earlier about the Lumos Corporation?â
"Klyntar? Symbiotes? Gooey things that posses organic tissue? And...don't....worry about it..."
âOh.â They donât fully get it, but the last description gives them enough information. âThat makes me more concerned, actually.â Theyâll look into it, see about taking out the organization if they find anything too shady.
<Suddenly, a thud, as someone else drops down onto the rafters from the roof, a boy, around 5'7, wearing a yellow-brown hoodie with a spider drawn in black spray painted on the front and black seams for web designs, a pair of black, slightly ripped jeans and a brown-black gas mask. He speaks>
"Hiya, Falke."
<The girl, whose name is. Apparently Falke, seems annoyed.>
"Why. Are you here."
Their hand grips the rafters to stop themself from lunging at a sudden, new potential enemy. They settle for simply narrowing their eyes at the boy. Another one. That would make it difficult if they did end up needing to fight them.
âWho are you?â They ask, raising an eyebrow at him. They glance at âFalkeâ. At least they know her name, now. That could be useful information later.
"Relax. I ain't gonna fight unless she makes a brawl, and that'd be me fighting her. They call me the Funnel-weaver where I'm from. You?"
They tilt their head to the side. âI am the Winter Solstice. They just call me Sol or Winter for short⊠You with this âLumos Corporationâ too?â Their eyes narrow. This Lumos Corporation sounds like HYDRA, to them, from how Falke talked about them.
"Nope. I left a good, long while ago."
<As he says this, Sol might notice that he has a distinct scar on the left side of his neck. His hoodie hides a lot of it, but the circuit-board pattern of charred black lines still creeps into view.>
<Notably, Falke has an orange glow below the skin of the very same side of her neck.>
âAh. I left the organization that created me a few years ago, as well.â It murmurs in response.
Its eyes narrow. It definitely noticed the almost matching marks on their necks. Probably a symbol of the Lumos Corporation. It quickly scans the people below them for similar marks. It would be a good idea to map out potential enemies.
<None. Only these two.>
<The Funnel-weaver turns to Falke.>
"What're ya doing here?"
"I'm not...allowed to tell you."
"You spill all kindsa things all the time."
"V! I could get scrapped for even talking to you! much less giving you intel!"
"And you're gonna let the Overseer do that to ya?"
"I don't have a choice, jackass! So piss off before I get in trouble!"
They sigh in relief upon realizing thereâs no others, then turns back to the two. âThe Overseer?â They frown. That sounds like the Superiors from HYDRA. âWhat would they do to you for just talking to someone?â They know all about what Superiors can do for that. But they want to know specifically what.
<Falke froze up, going quiet, The Funnel-weaver grabbed a cloth by means of ripping a curtain and wrapped it, carefully but tight, around her neck, specifically around the glowing dot below the skin.>
"Wha-"
"It'll block the microphone, assuming ya whisper."
They raise their eyebrows at the sudden movement, then get a bit closer to Falke so they can hear what she decides to say. âYou can tell me. Iâve been in similar situations. I can help.â They whisper to her.
"...on a good day, it'd probably just shut my implants off...including the ones that control my wings...and my enhanced vision...which'd mean I'd...not be able to get around...or see..."
"And on a bad day?"
"...It could...it could use make my implants send all of the electricity in them directly into my brain...give me a seizure, or worse..."
They frown. That reminds them far too much of HYDRA. âCan we do anything to get them out of control of your implants? So they canât shut them off or overload them but theyâll still work? Or should we try to get you new implants, ones that wonât potentially kill you?â
"It's...it's too risky...If it finds out..."
âI wonât let it find out. I wonât let it hurt you.â It reminded them too much of the old days back in HYDRA.
"..."
<Falke paused, and then suddenly fell over, the Funnel-weaver catching her to keep her from falling as she fell unconscious.>
<When her eyes opened, the Sclera were gold and her pupils orange.>
<Various holographic panels with the same color scheme appeared.>
///: cmnd.send: ("Gute_Nacht") recipient==Falke
///: projections_active=="True"
///: Ent.identify: ("nÀchste")
///: err: "Die nÀchstgelegene Person ist nicht in der Lumos Datenbank."
///: Data.pull:("altere_geschwister.rar")
///: "entity identified!"
///: Entity.designate: "Winter_Sol_2"
///: Project: model("Overseer_Lumos_persona.obj)
///: "loading model..."
///: Print ("Hello, Winter Solstice")
They move closer to her to try and see whatâs wrong, eyes widening as the holographic panels appear.
ââŠshitâŠâ they whisper. Fear starts to flood their stomach. They shove that down for now. Priorities. They need to keep Falke and Funnel-Weaver safe.
They clear their throat and straighten up a bit. âYeah, thatâs me. What do you want?â Theyâre practically snarling at this âOverseerâ. âLet Falke go.â
<a 3D model is projected. A low-poly humanoid in shadow with the same eyes as Falke.>
<for a second, another is visible, an armoured, winged humanoid. One Sol may recognize. The 3D model associated with Project: Summer Sun. A sapient AI system created by HYDRA's German Branch to infiltrate computer systems, harvest data and kill targets by means of causing technological failures in things like pacemakers, carbon monoxide detectors, etc. Sol may, or may not have even worked with it in his own time at HYDRA, seeing as instances of it were pretty much everywhere in the world at a point in time.>
<It speaks in a raspy, bit-crunched voice.>
"N0 n3ed t0 be h4sty-- W3 h4ve pl3nty 0f t!me t0 t4lk."
They glare at the image that is projected. They sort of recognized it, fuzzy memories. Not something they wanted to deal with at this gala. They glance at Falke. Thatâs probably what is being used to kill or electrocute or shut off her implants.
âHm. You seem to know me. You know Iâm not the type for useless small talk.â They retort, narrowing their eyes. âWhat. Do. You. Want?â They grit out. They glance back at Falke nervously. They want to get her out of this.
///: Sh0rt t3rm? Th3 4b!lity t0 pr0duc3 !mpl4nts 4t 4 st3ady r4t3. L0ng t3rm? W0n't say. H0nestly y0u c0uld t4k3 th3se tw0 wh3n !'m d0ne g3tting b3tter pr0duct!on. I d0n't w4nt th3m.
<Funnel-weaver blinks and then chuckles.>
"Wait wait wait! You control. A MEGA corporation. And you can't afford to make a high-poly model? You're a fucking joke."
///: ! M4d3 th!s m0d3l !n th3 45 m1nut3s y0u thr3e w3re t4lk!ng
///: sp3c!ically t0 t4lk t0 s0l w1th.
<In hindsight...the human model looked like a recreation from memory of a HYDRA handler. Fun!>
âWhy do you want these implants? To enhance your⊠Assets?â They gesture towards Falke. âTo control them too, I assume.â Theyâre glaring towards the holograms, bristling, wishing they could be face to face with this person.
They side-eye Funnel. The low-polyness of the hologram isnât exactly the priority here. They ignore them.
They shudder when they realize what itâs supposed to look like, finding somewhere else to focus their glare upon. âWhy do you want to talk to me specifically? Iâm not going to work for you. I donât do that anymore.â âThatâ being the old work they used to do, being under someoneâs thumb, being an asset.
///: 3ach 0ne 1s a pi3ce 0f m3. 4n0th3r l!mb 0r 3ye. 4nd th3 re4s0ns y0u st4t3d.
///: ! d0 n0t pr0pos3 c0ntrol, r4th3r, a p4rtn3rsh!p.
<Funnel is tapping on a rafter, absent-mindedly...wait...no. that's a tap code.>
< 44 23 24 43 44 23 24 33 22 24 43 11 24 24 21 52 15 35 24 43 43 24 44 34 21 21 34 42 13 34 33 21 45 43 15 24 44 15 33 34 45 22 23 52 15 13 34 45 31 14 32 11 13 15 24 44 23 11 51 15 11 33 15 42 42 34 42 11 33 14 12 34 31 44 >
Open RP (anyone can interact!)
âGalas are bullshit.â
Winter was, understandably, pissed. Unfortunately, theyâd been invited to some stupid gala, with stupid rich people, and stupid fellow vigilantes. Well, as far as they could tell. They hadnât seen any of their friends or allies, yet, so, pissed it is.
And, to make things worse, they couldnât bring Everest along with them, only adding to their unease and anxiety at being here. Because Everest wasnât âgood for missionsâ or âa spy dogâ. Damn their dedication to their missions, they shouldâve brought their pup.
They were dressed far too fancy and inconvenient, were they to get into a fight. It always ended in a fight, after all, and they were sure tonight wouldnât be different. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best, and all.
<Amongst the protection detail, a girl, around 18, with large, metallic wings holding a compound bow skulked, having settled atop the rafters and traveling just above the normal security.>
Sol wasnât entirely sure why they were staying here. They should have just shown up for a short time, then left.
Then, they notice something, eyes narrowing at the figure they could barely catch in the rafters. They glance around at the fellow party-goers, checking if anyone else noticed. They walk to a corner, looking upwards. How are they going to get up to the stranger? Theyâll wait to see if the figure will come down to the main floor, or make the first move. For now, theyâll wait and listen and watch.
<she looks down, eyes glistening gold, bow in hand.>
They sigh. This will be inconvenient. They climb up the wall, using their metal claws and climbing onto the rafters.
<She calmly nocks an arrow.>
"Hi. I didn't expect you to see me, but it's not all too unexpected in hindsight."
âWhoâs your target?â They ask, moving closer to her and glancing down at the people below occasionally. Theyâre watching her fingers closely, too, so they can try and stop her when it seems like sheâs about to fire.
<She removes the arrow.>
"Somebody here is in possession of Company Assetsâ I've been sent to retrieve them, by force if need be."
âWhich company do you work for? And whoâs the target?â Their eyes narrow at her. They really hope they arenât going to have to fight a HYDRA agent. Especially not in a suit and dress shoes.
"Lumos corporation, and I don't knowâ We do not know who has the assets."
âLumos corporationâŠâ they frown. âI donât believe Iâve ever heard of you⊠then whom are you planning to shoot?â They nod towards the bow.
<Her gaze has a strange near-sadness to it as she speaks.>
"Trust me. It's a good thing that you haven't."
<She shakes her head, readjusting herself.>
"It's a sonic arrow. The asset will react to the ultrasounds."
Frowns. That sounds suspicious. âAre you forced to be with them?â That sounds like HYDRA. They frown at the arrow. âA living asset?⊠if Lumos Corporation is harming them-â or you. â-I canât let them take the asset back.â
"Klyntar spawning buds. Not exactly sentient."
ââŠI donât know what those are.â Awkwardly admits this. âUh, okay. But why did you say that earlier about the Lumos Corporation?â
"Klyntar? Symbiotes? Gooey things that posses organic tissue? And...don't....worry about it..."
âOh.â They donât fully get it, but the last description gives them enough information. âThat makes me more concerned, actually.â Theyâll look into it, see about taking out the organization if they find anything too shady.
<Suddenly, a thud, as someone else drops down onto the rafters from the roof, a boy, around 5'7, wearing a yellow-brown hoodie with a spider drawn in black spray painted on the front and black seams for web designs, a pair of black, slightly ripped jeans and a brown-black gas mask. He speaks>
"Hiya, Falke."
<The girl, whose name is. Apparently Falke, seems annoyed.>
"Why. Are you here."
Their hand grips the rafters to stop themself from lunging at a sudden, new potential enemy. They settle for simply narrowing their eyes at the boy. Another one. That would make it difficult if they did end up needing to fight them.
âWho are you?â They ask, raising an eyebrow at him. They glance at âFalkeâ. At least they know her name, now. That could be useful information later.
"Relax. I ain't gonna fight unless she makes a brawl, and that'd be me fighting her. They call me the Funnel-weaver where I'm from. You?"
They tilt their head to the side. âI am the Winter Solstice. They just call me Sol or Winter for short⊠You with this âLumos Corporationâ too?â Their eyes narrow. This Lumos Corporation sounds like HYDRA, to them, from how Falke talked about them.
"Nope. I left a good, long while ago."
<As he says this, Sol might notice that he has a distinct scar on the left side of his neck. His hoodie hides a lot of it, but the circuit-board pattern of charred black lines still creeps into view.>
<Notably, Falke has an orange glow below the skin of the very same side of her neck.>
âAh. I left the organization that created me a few years ago, as well.â It murmurs in response.
Its eyes narrow. It definitely noticed the almost matching marks on their necks. Probably a symbol of the Lumos Corporation. It quickly scans the people below them for similar marks. It would be a good idea to map out potential enemies.
<None. Only these two.>
<The Funnel-weaver turns to Falke.>
"What're ya doing here?"
"I'm not...allowed to tell you."
"You spill all kindsa things all the time."
"V! I could get scrapped for even talking to you! much less giving you intel!"
"And you're gonna let the Overseer do that to ya?"
"I don't have a choice, jackass! So piss off before I get in trouble!"
They sigh in relief upon realizing thereâs no others, then turns back to the two. âThe Overseer?â They frown. That sounds like the Superiors from HYDRA. âWhat would they do to you for just talking to someone?â They know all about what Superiors can do for that. But they want to know specifically what.
<Falke froze up, going quiet, The Funnel-weaver grabbed a cloth by means of ripping a curtain and wrapped it, carefully but tight, around her neck, specifically around the glowing dot below the skin.>
"Wha-"
"It'll block the microphone, assuming ya whisper."
They raise their eyebrows at the sudden movement, then get a bit closer to Falke so they can hear what she decides to say. âYou can tell me. Iâve been in similar situations. I can help.â They whisper to her.
"...on a good day, it'd probably just shut my implants off...including the ones that control my wings...and my enhanced vision...which'd mean I'd...not be able to get around...or see..."
"And on a bad day?"
"...It could...it could use make my implants send all of the electricity in them directly into my brain...give me a seizure, or worse..."
They frown. That reminds them far too much of HYDRA. âCan we do anything to get them out of control of your implants? So they canât shut them off or overload them but theyâll still work? Or should we try to get you new implants, ones that wonât potentially kill you?â
"It's...it's too risky...If it finds out..."
âI wonât let it find out. I wonât let it hurt you.â It reminded them too much of the old days back in HYDRA.
"..."
<Falke paused, and then suddenly fell over, the Funnel-weaver catching her to keep her from falling as she fell unconscious.>
<When her eyes opened, the Sclera were gold and her pupils orange.>
<Various holographic panels with the same color scheme appeared.>
///: cmnd.send: ("Gute_Nacht") recipient==Falke
///: projections_active=="True"
///: Ent.identify: ("nÀchste")
///: err: "Die nÀchstgelegene Person ist nicht in der Lumos Datenbank."
///: Data.pull:("altere_geschwister.rar")
///: "entity identified!"
///: Entity.designate: "Winter_Sol_2"
///: Project: model("Overseer_Lumos_persona.obj)
///: "loading model..."
///: Print ("Hello, Winter Solstice")
They move closer to her to try and see whatâs wrong, eyes widening as the holographic panels appear.
ââŠshitâŠâ they whisper. Fear starts to flood their stomach. They shove that down for now. Priorities. They need to keep Falke and Funnel-Weaver safe.
They clear their throat and straighten up a bit. âYeah, thatâs me. What do you want?â Theyâre practically snarling at this âOverseerâ. âLet Falke go.â
<a 3D model is projected. A low-poly humanoid in shadow with the same eyes as Falke.>
<for a second, another is visible, an armoured, winged humanoid. One Sol may recognize. The 3D model associated with Project: Summer Sun. A sapient AI system created by HYDRA's German Branch to infiltrate computer systems, harvest data and kill targets by means of causing technological failures in things like pacemakers, carbon monoxide detectors, etc. Sol may, or may not have even worked with it in his own time at HYDRA, seeing as instances of it were pretty much everywhere in the world at a point in time.>
<It speaks in a raspy, bit-crunched voice.>
"N0 n3ed t0 be h4sty-- W3 h4ve pl3nty 0f t!me t0 t4lk."
They glare at the image that is projected. They sort of recognized it, fuzzy memories. Not something they wanted to deal with at this gala. They glance at Falke. Thatâs probably what is being used to kill or electrocute or shut off her implants.
âHm. You seem to know me. You know Iâm not the type for useless small talk.â They retort, narrowing their eyes. âWhat. Do. You. Want?â They grit out. They glance back at Falke nervously. They want to get her out of this.
///: Sh0rt t3rm? Th3 4b!lity t0 pr0duc3 !mpl4nts 4t 4 st3ady r4t3. L0ng t3rm? W0n't say. H0nestly y0u c0uld t4k3 th3se tw0 wh3n !'m d0ne g3tting b3tter pr0duct!on. I d0n't w4nt th3m.
<Funnel-weaver blinks and then chuckles.>
"Wait wait wait! You control. A MEGA corporation. And you can't afford to make a high-poly model? You're a fucking joke."
///: ! M4d3 th!s m0d3l !n th3 45 m1nut3s y0u thr3e w3re t4lk!ng
///: sp3c!ically t0 t4lk t0 s0l w1th.
<In hindsight...the human model looked like a recreation from memory of a HYDRA handler. Fun!>
Open RP (anyone can interact!)
âGalas are bullshit.â
Winter was, understandably, pissed. Unfortunately, theyâd been invited to some stupid gala, with stupid rich people, and stupid fellow vigilantes. Well, as far as they could tell. They hadnât seen any of their friends or allies, yet, so, pissed it is.
And, to make things worse, they couldnât bring Everest along with them, only adding to their unease and anxiety at being here. Because Everest wasnât âgood for missionsâ or âa spy dogâ. Damn their dedication to their missions, they shouldâve brought their pup.
They were dressed far too fancy and inconvenient, were they to get into a fight. It always ended in a fight, after all, and they were sure tonight wouldnât be different. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best, and all.
<Amongst the protection detail, a girl, around 18, with large, metallic wings holding a compound bow skulked, having settled atop the rafters and traveling just above the normal security.>
Sol wasnât entirely sure why they were staying here. They should have just shown up for a short time, then left.
Then, they notice something, eyes narrowing at the figure they could barely catch in the rafters. They glance around at the fellow party-goers, checking if anyone else noticed. They walk to a corner, looking upwards. How are they going to get up to the stranger? Theyâll wait to see if the figure will come down to the main floor, or make the first move. For now, theyâll wait and listen and watch.
<she looks down, eyes glistening gold, bow in hand.>
They sigh. This will be inconvenient. They climb up the wall, using their metal claws and climbing onto the rafters.
<She calmly nocks an arrow.>
"Hi. I didn't expect you to see me, but it's not all too unexpected in hindsight."
âWhoâs your target?â They ask, moving closer to her and glancing down at the people below occasionally. Theyâre watching her fingers closely, too, so they can try and stop her when it seems like sheâs about to fire.
<She removes the arrow.>
"Somebody here is in possession of Company Assetsâ I've been sent to retrieve them, by force if need be."
âWhich company do you work for? And whoâs the target?â Their eyes narrow at her. They really hope they arenât going to have to fight a HYDRA agent. Especially not in a suit and dress shoes.
"Lumos corporation, and I don't knowâ We do not know who has the assets."
âLumos corporationâŠâ they frown. âI donât believe Iâve ever heard of you⊠then whom are you planning to shoot?â They nod towards the bow.
<Her gaze has a strange near-sadness to it as she speaks.>
"Trust me. It's a good thing that you haven't."
<She shakes her head, readjusting herself.>
"It's a sonic arrow. The asset will react to the ultrasounds."
Frowns. That sounds suspicious. âAre you forced to be with them?â That sounds like HYDRA. They frown at the arrow. âA living asset?⊠if Lumos Corporation is harming them-â or you. â-I canât let them take the asset back.â
"Klyntar spawning buds. Not exactly sentient."
ââŠI donât know what those are.â Awkwardly admits this. âUh, okay. But why did you say that earlier about the Lumos Corporation?â
"Klyntar? Symbiotes? Gooey things that posses organic tissue? And...don't....worry about it..."
âOh.â They donât fully get it, but the last description gives them enough information. âThat makes me more concerned, actually.â Theyâll look into it, see about taking out the organization if they find anything too shady.
<Suddenly, a thud, as someone else drops down onto the rafters from the roof, a boy, around 5'7, wearing a yellow-brown hoodie with a spider drawn in black spray painted on the front and black seams for web designs, a pair of black, slightly ripped jeans and a brown-black gas mask. He speaks>
"Hiya, Falke."
<The girl, whose name is. Apparently Falke, seems annoyed.>
"Why. Are you here."
Their hand grips the rafters to stop themself from lunging at a sudden, new potential enemy. They settle for simply narrowing their eyes at the boy. Another one. That would make it difficult if they did end up needing to fight them.
âWho are you?â They ask, raising an eyebrow at him. They glance at âFalkeâ. At least they know her name, now. That could be useful information later.
"Relax. I ain't gonna fight unless she makes a brawl, and that'd be me fighting her. They call me the Funnel-weaver where I'm from. You?"
They tilt their head to the side. âI am the Winter Solstice. They just call me Sol or Winter for short⊠You with this âLumos Corporationâ too?â Their eyes narrow. This Lumos Corporation sounds like HYDRA, to them, from how Falke talked about them.
"Nope. I left a good, long while ago."
<As he says this, Sol might notice that he has a distinct scar on the left side of his neck. His hoodie hides a lot of it, but the circuit-board pattern of charred black lines still creeps into view.>
<Notably, Falke has an orange glow below the skin of the very same side of her neck.>
âAh. I left the organization that created me a few years ago, as well.â It murmurs in response.
Its eyes narrow. It definitely noticed the almost matching marks on their necks. Probably a symbol of the Lumos Corporation. It quickly scans the people below them for similar marks. It would be a good idea to map out potential enemies.
<None. Only these two.>
<The Funnel-weaver turns to Falke.>
"What're ya doing here?"
"I'm not...allowed to tell you."
"You spill all kindsa things all the time."
"V! I could get scrapped for even talking to you! much less giving you intel!"
"And you're gonna let the Overseer do that to ya?"
"I don't have a choice, jackass! So piss off before I get in trouble!"
They sigh in relief upon realizing thereâs no others, then turns back to the two. âThe Overseer?â They frown. That sounds like the Superiors from HYDRA. âWhat would they do to you for just talking to someone?â They know all about what Superiors can do for that. But they want to know specifically what.
<Falke froze up, going quiet, The Funnel-weaver grabbed a cloth by means of ripping a curtain and wrapped it, carefully but tight, around her neck, specifically around the glowing dot below the skin.>
"Wha-"
"It'll block the microphone, assuming ya whisper."
They raise their eyebrows at the sudden movement, then get a bit closer to Falke so they can hear what she decides to say. âYou can tell me. Iâve been in similar situations. I can help.â They whisper to her.
"...on a good day, it'd probably just shut my implants off...including the ones that control my wings...and my enhanced vision...which'd mean I'd...not be able to get around...or see..."
"And on a bad day?"
"...It could...it could use make my implants send all of the electricity in them directly into my brain...give me a seizure, or worse..."
They frown. That reminds them far too much of HYDRA. âCan we do anything to get them out of control of your implants? So they canât shut them off or overload them but theyâll still work? Or should we try to get you new implants, ones that wonât potentially kill you?â
"It's...it's too risky...If it finds out..."
âI wonât let it find out. I wonât let it hurt you.â It reminded them too much of the old days back in HYDRA.
"..."
<Falke paused, and then suddenly fell over, the Funnel-weaver catching her to keep her from falling as she fell unconscious.>
<When her eyes opened, the Sclera were gold and her pupils orange.>
<Various holographic panels with the same color scheme appeared.>
///: cmnd.send: ("Gute_Nacht") recipient==Falke
///: projections_active=="True"
///: Ent.identify: ("nÀchste")
///: err: "Die nÀchstgelegene Person ist nicht in der Lumos Datenbank."
///: Data.pull:("altere_geschwister.rar")
///: "entity identified!"
///: Entity.designate: "Winter_Sol_2"
///: Project: model("Overseer_Lumos_persona.obj)
///: "loading model..."
///: Print ("Hello, Winter Solstice")
They move closer to her to try and see whatâs wrong, eyes widening as the holographic panels appear.
ââŠshitâŠâ they whisper. Fear starts to flood their stomach. They shove that down for now. Priorities. They need to keep Falke and Funnel-Weaver safe.
They clear their throat and straighten up a bit. âYeah, thatâs me. What do you want?â Theyâre practically snarling at this âOverseerâ. âLet Falke go.â
<a 3D model is projected. A low-poly humanoid in shadow with the same eyes as Falke.>
<for a second, another is visible, an armoured, winged humanoid. One Sol may recognize. The 3D model associated with Project: Summer Sun. A sapient AI system created by HYDRA's German Branch to infiltrate computer systems, harvest data and kill targets by means of causing technological failures in things like pacemakers, carbon monoxide detectors, etc. Sol may, or may not have even worked with it in his own time at HYDRA, seeing as instances of it were pretty much everywhere in the world at a point in time.>
<It speaks in a raspy, bit-crunched voice.>
"N0 n3ed t0 be h4sty-- W3 h4ve pl3nty 0f t!me t0 t4lk."
Open RP (anyone can interact!)
âGalas are bullshit.â
Winter was, understandably, pissed. Unfortunately, theyâd been invited to some stupid gala, with stupid rich people, and stupid fellow vigilantes. Well, as far as they could tell. They hadnât seen any of their friends or allies, yet, so, pissed it is.
And, to make things worse, they couldnât bring Everest along with them, only adding to their unease and anxiety at being here. Because Everest wasnât âgood for missionsâ or âa spy dogâ. Damn their dedication to their missions, they shouldâve brought their pup.
They were dressed far too fancy and inconvenient, were they to get into a fight. It always ended in a fight, after all, and they were sure tonight wouldnât be different. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best, and all.
<Amongst the protection detail, a girl, around 18, with large, metallic wings holding a compound bow skulked, having settled atop the rafters and traveling just above the normal security.>
Sol wasnât entirely sure why they were staying here. They should have just shown up for a short time, then left.
Then, they notice something, eyes narrowing at the figure they could barely catch in the rafters. They glance around at the fellow party-goers, checking if anyone else noticed. They walk to a corner, looking upwards. How are they going to get up to the stranger? Theyâll wait to see if the figure will come down to the main floor, or make the first move. For now, theyâll wait and listen and watch.
<she looks down, eyes glistening gold, bow in hand.>
They sigh. This will be inconvenient. They climb up the wall, using their metal claws and climbing onto the rafters.
<She calmly nocks an arrow.>
"Hi. I didn't expect you to see me, but it's not all too unexpected in hindsight."
âWhoâs your target?â They ask, moving closer to her and glancing down at the people below occasionally. Theyâre watching her fingers closely, too, so they can try and stop her when it seems like sheâs about to fire.
<She removes the arrow.>
"Somebody here is in possession of Company Assetsâ I've been sent to retrieve them, by force if need be."
âWhich company do you work for? And whoâs the target?â Their eyes narrow at her. They really hope they arenât going to have to fight a HYDRA agent. Especially not in a suit and dress shoes.
"Lumos corporation, and I don't knowâ We do not know who has the assets."
âLumos corporationâŠâ they frown. âI donât believe Iâve ever heard of you⊠then whom are you planning to shoot?â They nod towards the bow.
<Her gaze has a strange near-sadness to it as she speaks.>
"Trust me. It's a good thing that you haven't."
<She shakes her head, readjusting herself.>
"It's a sonic arrow. The asset will react to the ultrasounds."
Frowns. That sounds suspicious. âAre you forced to be with them?â That sounds like HYDRA. They frown at the arrow. âA living asset?⊠if Lumos Corporation is harming them-â or you. â-I canât let them take the asset back.â
"Klyntar spawning buds. Not exactly sentient."
ââŠI donât know what those are.â Awkwardly admits this. âUh, okay. But why did you say that earlier about the Lumos Corporation?â
"Klyntar? Symbiotes? Gooey things that posses organic tissue? And...don't....worry about it..."
âOh.â They donât fully get it, but the last description gives them enough information. âThat makes me more concerned, actually.â Theyâll look into it, see about taking out the organization if they find anything too shady.
<Suddenly, a thud, as someone else drops down onto the rafters from the roof, a boy, around 5'7, wearing a yellow-brown hoodie with a spider drawn in black spray painted on the front and black seams for web designs, a pair of black, slightly ripped jeans and a brown-black gas mask. He speaks>
"Hiya, Falke."
<The girl, whose name is. Apparently Falke, seems annoyed.>
"Why. Are you here."
Their hand grips the rafters to stop themself from lunging at a sudden, new potential enemy. They settle for simply narrowing their eyes at the boy. Another one. That would make it difficult if they did end up needing to fight them.
âWho are you?â They ask, raising an eyebrow at him. They glance at âFalkeâ. At least they know her name, now. That could be useful information later.
"Relax. I ain't gonna fight unless she makes a brawl, and that'd be me fighting her. They call me the Funnel-weaver where I'm from. You?"
They tilt their head to the side. âI am the Winter Solstice. They just call me Sol or Winter for short⊠You with this âLumos Corporationâ too?â Their eyes narrow. This Lumos Corporation sounds like HYDRA, to them, from how Falke talked about them.
"Nope. I left a good, long while ago."
<As he says this, Sol might notice that he has a distinct scar on the left side of his neck. His hoodie hides a lot of it, but the circuit-board pattern of charred black lines still creeps into view.>
<Notably, Falke has an orange glow below the skin of the very same side of her neck.>
âAh. I left the organization that created me a few years ago, as well.â It murmurs in response.
Its eyes narrow. It definitely noticed the almost matching marks on their necks. Probably a symbol of the Lumos Corporation. It quickly scans the people below them for similar marks. It would be a good idea to map out potential enemies.
<None. Only these two.>
<The Funnel-weaver turns to Falke.>
"What're ya doing here?"
"I'm not...allowed to tell you."
"You spill all kindsa things all the time."
"V! I could get scrapped for even talking to you! much less giving you intel!"
"And you're gonna let the Overseer do that to ya?"
"I don't have a choice, jackass! So piss off before I get in trouble!"
They sigh in relief upon realizing thereâs no others, then turns back to the two. âThe Overseer?â They frown. That sounds like the Superiors from HYDRA. âWhat would they do to you for just talking to someone?â They know all about what Superiors can do for that. But they want to know specifically what.
<Falke froze up, going quiet, The Funnel-weaver grabbed a cloth by means of ripping a curtain and wrapped it, carefully but tight, around her neck, specifically around the glowing dot below the skin.>
"Wha-"
"It'll block the microphone, assuming ya whisper."
They raise their eyebrows at the sudden movement, then get a bit closer to Falke so they can hear what she decides to say. âYou can tell me. Iâve been in similar situations. I can help.â They whisper to her.
"...on a good day, it'd probably just shut my implants off...including the ones that control my wings...and my enhanced vision...which'd mean I'd...not be able to get around...or see..."
"And on a bad day?"
"...It could...it could use make my implants send all of the electricity in them directly into my brain...give me a seizure, or worse..."
They frown. That reminds them far too much of HYDRA. âCan we do anything to get them out of control of your implants? So they canât shut them off or overload them but theyâll still work? Or should we try to get you new implants, ones that wonât potentially kill you?â
"It's...it's too risky...If it finds out..."
âI wonât let it find out. I wonât let it hurt you.â It reminded them too much of the old days back in HYDRA.
"..."
<Falke paused, and then suddenly fell over, the Funnel-weaver catching her to keep her from falling as she fell unconscious.>
<When her eyes opened, the Sclera were gold and her pupils orange.>
<Various holographic panels with the same color scheme appeared.>
///: cmnd.send: ("Gute_Nacht") recipient==Falke
///: projections_active=="True"
///: Ent.identify: ("nÀchste")
///: err: "Die nÀchstgelegene Person ist nicht in der Lumos Datenbank."
///: Data.pull:("altere_geschwister.rar")
///: "entity identified!"
///: Entity.designate: "Winter_Sol_2"
///: Project: model("Overseer_Lumos_persona.obj)
///: "loading model..."
///: Print ("Hello, Winter Solstice")
Open RP (anyone can interact!)
âGalas are bullshit.â
Winter was, understandably, pissed. Unfortunately, theyâd been invited to some stupid gala, with stupid rich people, and stupid fellow vigilantes. Well, as far as they could tell. They hadnât seen any of their friends or allies, yet, so, pissed it is.
And, to make things worse, they couldnât bring Everest along with them, only adding to their unease and anxiety at being here. Because Everest wasnât âgood for missionsâ or âa spy dogâ. Damn their dedication to their missions, they shouldâve brought their pup.
They were dressed far too fancy and inconvenient, were they to get into a fight. It always ended in a fight, after all, and they were sure tonight wouldnât be different. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best, and all.
<Amongst the protection detail, a girl, around 18, with large, metallic wings holding a compound bow skulked, having settled atop the rafters and traveling just above the normal security.>
Sol wasnât entirely sure why they were staying here. They should have just shown up for a short time, then left.
Then, they notice something, eyes narrowing at the figure they could barely catch in the rafters. They glance around at the fellow party-goers, checking if anyone else noticed. They walk to a corner, looking upwards. How are they going to get up to the stranger? Theyâll wait to see if the figure will come down to the main floor, or make the first move. For now, theyâll wait and listen and watch.
<she looks down, eyes glistening gold, bow in hand.>
They sigh. This will be inconvenient. They climb up the wall, using their metal claws and climbing onto the rafters.
<She calmly nocks an arrow.>
"Hi. I didn't expect you to see me, but it's not all too unexpected in hindsight."
âWhoâs your target?â They ask, moving closer to her and glancing down at the people below occasionally. Theyâre watching her fingers closely, too, so they can try and stop her when it seems like sheâs about to fire.
<She removes the arrow.>
"Somebody here is in possession of Company Assetsâ I've been sent to retrieve them, by force if need be."
âWhich company do you work for? And whoâs the target?â Their eyes narrow at her. They really hope they arenât going to have to fight a HYDRA agent. Especially not in a suit and dress shoes.
"Lumos corporation, and I don't knowâ We do not know who has the assets."
âLumos corporationâŠâ they frown. âI donât believe Iâve ever heard of you⊠then whom are you planning to shoot?â They nod towards the bow.
<Her gaze has a strange near-sadness to it as she speaks.>
"Trust me. It's a good thing that you haven't."
<She shakes her head, readjusting herself.>
"It's a sonic arrow. The asset will react to the ultrasounds."
Frowns. That sounds suspicious. âAre you forced to be with them?â That sounds like HYDRA. They frown at the arrow. âA living asset?⊠if Lumos Corporation is harming them-â or you. â-I canât let them take the asset back.â
"Klyntar spawning buds. Not exactly sentient."
ââŠI donât know what those are.â Awkwardly admits this. âUh, okay. But why did you say that earlier about the Lumos Corporation?â
"Klyntar? Symbiotes? Gooey things that posses organic tissue? And...don't....worry about it..."
âOh.â They donât fully get it, but the last description gives them enough information. âThat makes me more concerned, actually.â Theyâll look into it, see about taking out the organization if they find anything too shady.
<Suddenly, a thud, as someone else drops down onto the rafters from the roof, a boy, around 5'7, wearing a yellow-brown hoodie with a spider drawn in black spray painted on the front and black seams for web designs, a pair of black, slightly ripped jeans and a brown-black gas mask. He speaks>
"Hiya, Falke."
<The girl, whose name is. Apparently Falke, seems annoyed.>
"Why. Are you here."
Their hand grips the rafters to stop themself from lunging at a sudden, new potential enemy. They settle for simply narrowing their eyes at the boy. Another one. That would make it difficult if they did end up needing to fight them.
âWho are you?â They ask, raising an eyebrow at him. They glance at âFalkeâ. At least they know her name, now. That could be useful information later.
"Relax. I ain't gonna fight unless she makes a brawl, and that'd be me fighting her. They call me the Funnel-weaver where I'm from. You?"
They tilt their head to the side. âI am the Winter Solstice. They just call me Sol or Winter for short⊠You with this âLumos Corporationâ too?â Their eyes narrow. This Lumos Corporation sounds like HYDRA, to them, from how Falke talked about them.
"Nope. I left a good, long while ago."
<As he says this, Sol might notice that he has a distinct scar on the left side of his neck. His hoodie hides a lot of it, but the circuit-board pattern of charred black lines still creeps into view.>
<Notably, Falke has an orange glow below the skin of the very same side of her neck.>
âAh. I left the organization that created me a few years ago, as well.â It murmurs in response.
Its eyes narrow. It definitely noticed the almost matching marks on their necks. Probably a symbol of the Lumos Corporation. It quickly scans the people below them for similar marks. It would be a good idea to map out potential enemies.
<None. Only these two.>
<The Funnel-weaver turns to Falke.>
"What're ya doing here?"
"I'm not...allowed to tell you."
"You spill all kindsa things all the time."
"V! I could get scrapped for even talking to you! much less giving you intel!"
"And you're gonna let the Overseer do that to ya?"
"I don't have a choice, jackass! So piss off before I get in trouble!"
They sigh in relief upon realizing thereâs no others, then turns back to the two. âThe Overseer?â They frown. That sounds like the Superiors from HYDRA. âWhat would they do to you for just talking to someone?â They know all about what Superiors can do for that. But they want to know specifically what.
<Falke froze up, going quiet, The Funnel-weaver grabbed a cloth by means of ripping a curtain and wrapped it, carefully but tight, around her neck, specifically around the glowing dot below the skin.>
"Wha-"
"It'll block the microphone, assuming ya whisper."
They raise their eyebrows at the sudden movement, then get a bit closer to Falke so they can hear what she decides to say. âYou can tell me. Iâve been in similar situations. I can help.â They whisper to her.
"...on a good day, it'd probably just shut my implants off...including the ones that control my wings...and my enhanced vision...which'd mean I'd...not be able to get around...or see..."
"And on a bad day?"
"...It could...it could use make my implants send all of the electricity in them directly into my brain...give me a seizure, or worse..."
They frown. That reminds them far too much of HYDRA. âCan we do anything to get them out of control of your implants? So they canât shut them off or overload them but theyâll still work? Or should we try to get you new implants, ones that wonât potentially kill you?â
"It's...it's too risky...If it finds out..."
Open RP (anyone can interact!)
âGalas are bullshit.â
Winter was, understandably, pissed. Unfortunately, theyâd been invited to some stupid gala, with stupid rich people, and stupid fellow vigilantes. Well, as far as they could tell. They hadnât seen any of their friends or allies, yet, so, pissed it is.
And, to make things worse, they couldnât bring Everest along with them, only adding to their unease and anxiety at being here. Because Everest wasnât âgood for missionsâ or âa spy dogâ. Damn their dedication to their missions, they shouldâve brought their pup.
They were dressed far too fancy and inconvenient, were they to get into a fight. It always ended in a fight, after all, and they were sure tonight wouldnât be different. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best, and all.
<Amongst the protection detail, a girl, around 18, with large, metallic wings holding a compound bow skulked, having settled atop the rafters and traveling just above the normal security.>
Sol wasnât entirely sure why they were staying here. They should have just shown up for a short time, then left.
Then, they notice something, eyes narrowing at the figure they could barely catch in the rafters. They glance around at the fellow party-goers, checking if anyone else noticed. They walk to a corner, looking upwards. How are they going to get up to the stranger? Theyâll wait to see if the figure will come down to the main floor, or make the first move. For now, theyâll wait and listen and watch.
<she looks down, eyes glistening gold, bow in hand.>
They sigh. This will be inconvenient. They climb up the wall, using their metal claws and climbing onto the rafters.
<She calmly nocks an arrow.>
"Hi. I didn't expect you to see me, but it's not all too unexpected in hindsight."
âWhoâs your target?â They ask, moving closer to her and glancing down at the people below occasionally. Theyâre watching her fingers closely, too, so they can try and stop her when it seems like sheâs about to fire.
<She removes the arrow.>
"Somebody here is in possession of Company Assetsâ I've been sent to retrieve them, by force if need be."
âWhich company do you work for? And whoâs the target?â Their eyes narrow at her. They really hope they arenât going to have to fight a HYDRA agent. Especially not in a suit and dress shoes.
"Lumos corporation, and I don't knowâ We do not know who has the assets."
âLumos corporationâŠâ they frown. âI donât believe Iâve ever heard of you⊠then whom are you planning to shoot?â They nod towards the bow.
<Her gaze has a strange near-sadness to it as she speaks.>
"Trust me. It's a good thing that you haven't."
<She shakes her head, readjusting herself.>
"It's a sonic arrow. The asset will react to the ultrasounds."
Frowns. That sounds suspicious. âAre you forced to be with them?â That sounds like HYDRA. They frown at the arrow. âA living asset?⊠if Lumos Corporation is harming them-â or you. â-I canât let them take the asset back.â
"Klyntar spawning buds. Not exactly sentient."
ââŠI donât know what those are.â Awkwardly admits this. âUh, okay. But why did you say that earlier about the Lumos Corporation?â
"Klyntar? Symbiotes? Gooey things that posses organic tissue? And...don't....worry about it..."
âOh.â They donât fully get it, but the last description gives them enough information. âThat makes me more concerned, actually.â Theyâll look into it, see about taking out the organization if they find anything too shady.
<Suddenly, a thud, as someone else drops down onto the rafters from the roof, a boy, around 5'7, wearing a yellow-brown hoodie with a spider drawn in black spray painted on the front and black seams for web designs, a pair of black, slightly ripped jeans and a brown-black gas mask. He speaks>
"Hiya, Falke."
<The girl, whose name is. Apparently Falke, seems annoyed.>
"Why. Are you here."
Their hand grips the rafters to stop themself from lunging at a sudden, new potential enemy. They settle for simply narrowing their eyes at the boy. Another one. That would make it difficult if they did end up needing to fight them.
âWho are you?â They ask, raising an eyebrow at him. They glance at âFalkeâ. At least they know her name, now. That could be useful information later.
"Relax. I ain't gonna fight unless she makes a brawl, and that'd be me fighting her. They call me the Funnel-weaver where I'm from. You?"
They tilt their head to the side. âI am the Winter Solstice. They just call me Sol or Winter for short⊠You with this âLumos Corporationâ too?â Their eyes narrow. This Lumos Corporation sounds like HYDRA, to them, from how Falke talked about them.
"Nope. I left a good, long while ago."
<As he says this, Sol might notice that he has a distinct scar on the left side of his neck. His hoodie hides a lot of it, but the circuit-board pattern of charred black lines still creeps into view.>
<Notably, Falke has an orange glow below the skin of the very same side of her neck.>
âAh. I left the organization that created me a few years ago, as well.â It murmurs in response.
Its eyes narrow. It definitely noticed the almost matching marks on their necks. Probably a symbol of the Lumos Corporation. It quickly scans the people below them for similar marks. It would be a good idea to map out potential enemies.
<None. Only these two.>
<The Funnel-weaver turns to Falke.>
"What're ya doing here?"
"I'm not...allowed to tell you."
"You spill all kindsa things all the time."
"V! I could get scrapped for even talking to you! much less giving you intel!"
"And you're gonna let the Overseer do that to ya?"
"I don't have a choice, jackass! So piss off before I get in trouble!"
They sigh in relief upon realizing thereâs no others, then turns back to the two. âThe Overseer?â They frown. That sounds like the Superiors from HYDRA. âWhat would they do to you for just talking to someone?â They know all about what Superiors can do for that. But they want to know specifically what.
<Falke froze up, going quiet, The Funnel-weaver grabbed a cloth by means of ripping a curtain and wrapped it, carefully but tight, around her neck, specifically around the glowing dot below the skin.>
"Wha-"
"It'll block the microphone, assuming ya whisper."
They raise their eyebrows at the sudden movement, then get a bit closer to Falke so they can hear what she decides to say. âYou can tell me. Iâve been in similar situations. I can help.â They whisper to her.
"...on a good day, it'd probably just shut my implants off...including the ones that control my wings...and my enhanced vision...which'd mean I'd...not be able to get around...or see..."
"And on a bad day?"
"...It could...it could use make my implants send all of the electricity in them directly into my brain...give me a seizure, or worse..."
Open RP (anyone can interact!)
âGalas are bullshit.â
Winter was, understandably, pissed. Unfortunately, theyâd been invited to some stupid gala, with stupid rich people, and stupid fellow vigilantes. Well, as far as they could tell. They hadnât seen any of their friends or allies, yet, so, pissed it is.
And, to make things worse, they couldnât bring Everest along with them, only adding to their unease and anxiety at being here. Because Everest wasnât âgood for missionsâ or âa spy dogâ. Damn their dedication to their missions, they shouldâve brought their pup.
They were dressed far too fancy and inconvenient, were they to get into a fight. It always ended in a fight, after all, and they were sure tonight wouldnât be different. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best, and all.
<Amongst the protection detail, a girl, around 18, with large, metallic wings holding a compound bow skulked, having settled atop the rafters and traveling just above the normal security.>
Sol wasnât entirely sure why they were staying here. They should have just shown up for a short time, then left.
Then, they notice something, eyes narrowing at the figure they could barely catch in the rafters. They glance around at the fellow party-goers, checking if anyone else noticed. They walk to a corner, looking upwards. How are they going to get up to the stranger? Theyâll wait to see if the figure will come down to the main floor, or make the first move. For now, theyâll wait and listen and watch.
<she looks down, eyes glistening gold, bow in hand.>
They sigh. This will be inconvenient. They climb up the wall, using their metal claws and climbing onto the rafters.
<She calmly nocks an arrow.>
"Hi. I didn't expect you to see me, but it's not all too unexpected in hindsight."
âWhoâs your target?â They ask, moving closer to her and glancing down at the people below occasionally. Theyâre watching her fingers closely, too, so they can try and stop her when it seems like sheâs about to fire.
<She removes the arrow.>
"Somebody here is in possession of Company Assetsâ I've been sent to retrieve them, by force if need be."
âWhich company do you work for? And whoâs the target?â Their eyes narrow at her. They really hope they arenât going to have to fight a HYDRA agent. Especially not in a suit and dress shoes.
"Lumos corporation, and I don't knowâ We do not know who has the assets."
âLumos corporationâŠâ they frown. âI donât believe Iâve ever heard of you⊠then whom are you planning to shoot?â They nod towards the bow.
<Her gaze has a strange near-sadness to it as she speaks.>
"Trust me. It's a good thing that you haven't."
<She shakes her head, readjusting herself.>
"It's a sonic arrow. The asset will react to the ultrasounds."
Frowns. That sounds suspicious. âAre you forced to be with them?â That sounds like HYDRA. They frown at the arrow. âA living asset?⊠if Lumos Corporation is harming them-â or you. â-I canât let them take the asset back.â
"Klyntar spawning buds. Not exactly sentient."
ââŠI donât know what those are.â Awkwardly admits this. âUh, okay. But why did you say that earlier about the Lumos Corporation?â
"Klyntar? Symbiotes? Gooey things that posses organic tissue? And...don't....worry about it..."
âOh.â They donât fully get it, but the last description gives them enough information. âThat makes me more concerned, actually.â Theyâll look into it, see about taking out the organization if they find anything too shady.
<Suddenly, a thud, as someone else drops down onto the rafters from the roof, a boy, around 5'7, wearing a yellow-brown hoodie with a spider drawn in black spray painted on the front and black seams for web designs, a pair of black, slightly ripped jeans and a brown-black gas mask. He speaks>
"Hiya, Falke."
<The girl, whose name is. Apparently Falke, seems annoyed.>
"Why. Are you here."
Their hand grips the rafters to stop themself from lunging at a sudden, new potential enemy. They settle for simply narrowing their eyes at the boy. Another one. That would make it difficult if they did end up needing to fight them.
âWho are you?â They ask, raising an eyebrow at him. They glance at âFalkeâ. At least they know her name, now. That could be useful information later.
"Relax. I ain't gonna fight unless she makes a brawl, and that'd be me fighting her. They call me the Funnel-weaver where I'm from. You?"
They tilt their head to the side. âI am the Winter Solstice. They just call me Sol or Winter for short⊠You with this âLumos Corporationâ too?â Their eyes narrow. This Lumos Corporation sounds like HYDRA, to them, from how Falke talked about them.
"Nope. I left a good, long while ago."
<As he says this, Sol might notice that he has a distinct scar on the left side of his neck. His hoodie hides a lot of it, but the circuit-board pattern of charred black lines still creeps into view.>
<Notably, Falke has an orange glow below the skin of the very same side of her neck.>
âAh. I left the organization that created me a few years ago, as well.â It murmurs in response.
Its eyes narrow. It definitely noticed the almost matching marks on their necks. Probably a symbol of the Lumos Corporation. It quickly scans the people below them for similar marks. It would be a good idea to map out potential enemies.
<None. Only these two.>
<The Funnel-weaver turns to Falke.>
"What're ya doing here?"
"I'm not...allowed to tell you."
"You spill all kindsa things all the time."
"V! I could get scrapped for even talking to you! much less giving you intel!"
"And you're gonna let the Overseer do that to ya?"
"I don't have a choice, jackass! So piss off before I get in trouble!"
They sigh in relief upon realizing thereâs no others, then turns back to the two. âThe Overseer?â They frown. That sounds like the Superiors from HYDRA. âWhat would they do to you for just talking to someone?â They know all about what Superiors can do for that. But they want to know specifically what.
<Falke froze up, going quiet, The Funnel-weaver grabbed a cloth by means of ripping a curtain and wrapped it, carefully but tight, around her neck, specifically around the glowing dot below the skin.>
"Wha-"
"It'll block the microphone, assuming ya whisper."
Open RP (anyone can interact!)
âGalas are bullshit.â
Winter was, understandably, pissed. Unfortunately, theyâd been invited to some stupid gala, with stupid rich people, and stupid fellow vigilantes. Well, as far as they could tell. They hadnât seen any of their friends or allies, yet, so, pissed it is.
And, to make things worse, they couldnât bring Everest along with them, only adding to their unease and anxiety at being here. Because Everest wasnât âgood for missionsâ or âa spy dogâ. Damn their dedication to their missions, they shouldâve brought their pup.
They were dressed far too fancy and inconvenient, were they to get into a fight. It always ended in a fight, after all, and they were sure tonight wouldnât be different. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best, and all.
<Amongst the protection detail, a girl, around 18, with large, metallic wings holding a compound bow skulked, having settled atop the rafters and traveling just above the normal security.>
Sol wasnât entirely sure why they were staying here. They should have just shown up for a short time, then left.
Then, they notice something, eyes narrowing at the figure they could barely catch in the rafters. They glance around at the fellow party-goers, checking if anyone else noticed. They walk to a corner, looking upwards. How are they going to get up to the stranger? Theyâll wait to see if the figure will come down to the main floor, or make the first move. For now, theyâll wait and listen and watch.
<she looks down, eyes glistening gold, bow in hand.>
They sigh. This will be inconvenient. They climb up the wall, using their metal claws and climbing onto the rafters.
<She calmly nocks an arrow.>
"Hi. I didn't expect you to see me, but it's not all too unexpected in hindsight."
âWhoâs your target?â They ask, moving closer to her and glancing down at the people below occasionally. Theyâre watching her fingers closely, too, so they can try and stop her when it seems like sheâs about to fire.
<She removes the arrow.>
"Somebody here is in possession of Company Assetsâ I've been sent to retrieve them, by force if need be."
âWhich company do you work for? And whoâs the target?â Their eyes narrow at her. They really hope they arenât going to have to fight a HYDRA agent. Especially not in a suit and dress shoes.
"Lumos corporation, and I don't knowâ We do not know who has the assets."
âLumos corporationâŠâ they frown. âI donât believe Iâve ever heard of you⊠then whom are you planning to shoot?â They nod towards the bow.
<Her gaze has a strange near-sadness to it as she speaks.>
"Trust me. It's a good thing that you haven't."
<She shakes her head, readjusting herself.>
"It's a sonic arrow. The asset will react to the ultrasounds."
Frowns. That sounds suspicious. âAre you forced to be with them?â That sounds like HYDRA. They frown at the arrow. âA living asset?⊠if Lumos Corporation is harming them-â or you. â-I canât let them take the asset back.â
"Klyntar spawning buds. Not exactly sentient."
ââŠI donât know what those are.â Awkwardly admits this. âUh, okay. But why did you say that earlier about the Lumos Corporation?â
"Klyntar? Symbiotes? Gooey things that posses organic tissue? And...don't....worry about it..."
âOh.â They donât fully get it, but the last description gives them enough information. âThat makes me more concerned, actually.â Theyâll look into it, see about taking out the organization if they find anything too shady.
<Suddenly, a thud, as someone else drops down onto the rafters from the roof, a boy, around 5'7, wearing a yellow-brown hoodie with a spider drawn in black spray painted on the front and black seams for web designs, a pair of black, slightly ripped jeans and a brown-black gas mask. He speaks>
"Hiya, Falke."
<The girl, whose name is. Apparently Falke, seems annoyed.>
"Why. Are you here."
Their hand grips the rafters to stop themself from lunging at a sudden, new potential enemy. They settle for simply narrowing their eyes at the boy. Another one. That would make it difficult if they did end up needing to fight them.
âWho are you?â They ask, raising an eyebrow at him. They glance at âFalkeâ. At least they know her name, now. That could be useful information later.
"Relax. I ain't gonna fight unless she makes a brawl, and that'd be me fighting her. They call me the Funnel-weaver where I'm from. You?"
They tilt their head to the side. âI am the Winter Solstice. They just call me Sol or Winter for short⊠You with this âLumos Corporationâ too?â Their eyes narrow. This Lumos Corporation sounds like HYDRA, to them, from how Falke talked about them.
"Nope. I left a good, long while ago."
<As he says this, Sol might notice that he has a distinct scar on the left side of his neck. His hoodie hides a lot of it, but the circuit-board pattern of charred black lines still creeps into view.>
<Notably, Falke has an orange glow below the skin of the very same side of her neck.>
âAh. I left the organization that created me a few years ago, as well.â It murmurs in response.
Its eyes narrow. It definitely noticed the almost matching marks on their necks. Probably a symbol of the Lumos Corporation. It quickly scans the people below them for similar marks. It would be a good idea to map out potential enemies.
<None. Only these two.>
<The Funnel-weaver turns to Falke.>
"What're ya doing here?"
"I'm not...allowed to tell you."
"You spill all kindsa things all the time."
"V! I could get scrapped for even talking to you! much less giving you intel!"
"And you're gonna let the Overseer do that to ya?"
"I don't have a choice, jackass! So piss off before I get in trouble!"
Open RP (anyone can interact!)
âGalas are bullshit.â
Winter was, understandably, pissed. Unfortunately, theyâd been invited to some stupid gala, with stupid rich people, and stupid fellow vigilantes. Well, as far as they could tell. They hadnât seen any of their friends or allies, yet, so, pissed it is.
And, to make things worse, they couldnât bring Everest along with them, only adding to their unease and anxiety at being here. Because Everest wasnât âgood for missionsâ or âa spy dogâ. Damn their dedication to their missions, they shouldâve brought their pup.
They were dressed far too fancy and inconvenient, were they to get into a fight. It always ended in a fight, after all, and they were sure tonight wouldnât be different. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best, and all.
<Amongst the protection detail, a girl, around 18, with large, metallic wings holding a compound bow skulked, having settled atop the rafters and traveling just above the normal security.>
Sol wasnât entirely sure why they were staying here. They should have just shown up for a short time, then left.
Then, they notice something, eyes narrowing at the figure they could barely catch in the rafters. They glance around at the fellow party-goers, checking if anyone else noticed. They walk to a corner, looking upwards. How are they going to get up to the stranger? Theyâll wait to see if the figure will come down to the main floor, or make the first move. For now, theyâll wait and listen and watch.
<she looks down, eyes glistening gold, bow in hand.>
They sigh. This will be inconvenient. They climb up the wall, using their metal claws and climbing onto the rafters.
<She calmly nocks an arrow.>
"Hi. I didn't expect you to see me, but it's not all too unexpected in hindsight."
âWhoâs your target?â They ask, moving closer to her and glancing down at the people below occasionally. Theyâre watching her fingers closely, too, so they can try and stop her when it seems like sheâs about to fire.
<She removes the arrow.>
"Somebody here is in possession of Company Assetsâ I've been sent to retrieve them, by force if need be."
âWhich company do you work for? And whoâs the target?â Their eyes narrow at her. They really hope they arenât going to have to fight a HYDRA agent. Especially not in a suit and dress shoes.
"Lumos corporation, and I don't knowâ We do not know who has the assets."
âLumos corporationâŠâ they frown. âI donât believe Iâve ever heard of you⊠then whom are you planning to shoot?â They nod towards the bow.
<Her gaze has a strange near-sadness to it as she speaks.>
"Trust me. It's a good thing that you haven't."
<She shakes her head, readjusting herself.>
"It's a sonic arrow. The asset will react to the ultrasounds."
Frowns. That sounds suspicious. âAre you forced to be with them?â That sounds like HYDRA. They frown at the arrow. âA living asset?⊠if Lumos Corporation is harming them-â or you. â-I canât let them take the asset back.â
"Klyntar spawning buds. Not exactly sentient."
ââŠI donât know what those are.â Awkwardly admits this. âUh, okay. But why did you say that earlier about the Lumos Corporation?â
"Klyntar? Symbiotes? Gooey things that posses organic tissue? And...don't....worry about it..."
âOh.â They donât fully get it, but the last description gives them enough information. âThat makes me more concerned, actually.â Theyâll look into it, see about taking out the organization if they find anything too shady.
<Suddenly, a thud, as someone else drops down onto the rafters from the roof, a boy, around 5'7, wearing a yellow-brown hoodie with a spider drawn in black spray painted on the front and black seams for web designs, a pair of black, slightly ripped jeans and a brown-black gas mask. He speaks>
"Hiya, Falke."
<The girl, whose name is. Apparently Falke, seems annoyed.>
"Why. Are you here."
Their hand grips the rafters to stop themself from lunging at a sudden, new potential enemy. They settle for simply narrowing their eyes at the boy. Another one. That would make it difficult if they did end up needing to fight them.
âWho are you?â They ask, raising an eyebrow at him. They glance at âFalkeâ. At least they know her name, now. That could be useful information later.
"Relax. I ain't gonna fight unless she makes a brawl, and that'd be me fighting her. They call me the Funnel-weaver where I'm from. You?"
They tilt their head to the side. âI am the Winter Solstice. They just call me Sol or Winter for short⊠You with this âLumos Corporationâ too?â Their eyes narrow. This Lumos Corporation sounds like HYDRA, to them, from how Falke talked about them.
"Nope. I left a good, long while ago."
<As he says this, Sol might notice that he has a distinct scar on the left side of his neck. His hoodie hides a lot of it, but the circuit-board pattern of charred black lines still creeps into view.>
<Notably, Falke has an orange glow below the skin of the very same side of her neck.>
Open RP (anyone can interact!)
âGalas are bullshit.â
Winter was, understandably, pissed. Unfortunately, theyâd been invited to some stupid gala, with stupid rich people, and stupid fellow vigilantes. Well, as far as they could tell. They hadnât seen any of their friends or allies, yet, so, pissed it is.
And, to make things worse, they couldnât bring Everest along with them, only adding to their unease and anxiety at being here. Because Everest wasnât âgood for missionsâ or âa spy dogâ. Damn their dedication to their missions, they shouldâve brought their pup.
They were dressed far too fancy and inconvenient, were they to get into a fight. It always ended in a fight, after all, and they were sure tonight wouldnât be different. Prepare for the worst, hope for the best, and all.
<Amongst the protection detail, a girl, around 18, with large, metallic wings holding a compound bow skulked, having settled atop the rafters and traveling just above the normal security.>
Sol wasnât entirely sure why they were staying here. They should have just shown up for a short time, then left.
Then, they notice something, eyes narrowing at the figure they could barely catch in the rafters. They glance around at the fellow party-goers, checking if anyone else noticed. They walk to a corner, looking upwards. How are they going to get up to the stranger? Theyâll wait to see if the figure will come down to the main floor, or make the first move. For now, theyâll wait and listen and watch.
<she looks down, eyes glistening gold, bow in hand.>
They sigh. This will be inconvenient. They climb up the wall, using their metal claws and climbing onto the rafters.
<She calmly nocks an arrow.>
"Hi. I didn't expect you to see me, but it's not all too unexpected in hindsight."
âWhoâs your target?â They ask, moving closer to her and glancing down at the people below occasionally. Theyâre watching her fingers closely, too, so they can try and stop her when it seems like sheâs about to fire.
<She removes the arrow.>
"Somebody here is in possession of Company Assetsâ I've been sent to retrieve them, by force if need be."
âWhich company do you work for? And whoâs the target?â Their eyes narrow at her. They really hope they arenât going to have to fight a HYDRA agent. Especially not in a suit and dress shoes.
"Lumos corporation, and I don't knowâ We do not know who has the assets."
âLumos corporationâŠâ they frown. âI donât believe Iâve ever heard of you⊠then whom are you planning to shoot?â They nod towards the bow.
<Her gaze has a strange near-sadness to it as she speaks.>
"Trust me. It's a good thing that you haven't."
<She shakes her head, readjusting herself.>
"It's a sonic arrow. The asset will react to the ultrasounds."
Frowns. That sounds suspicious. âAre you forced to be with them?â That sounds like HYDRA. They frown at the arrow. âA living asset?⊠if Lumos Corporation is harming them-â or you. â-I canât let them take the asset back.â
"Klyntar spawning buds. Not exactly sentient."
ââŠI donât know what those are.â Awkwardly admits this. âUh, okay. But why did you say that earlier about the Lumos Corporation?â
"Klyntar? Symbiotes? Gooey things that posses organic tissue? And...don't....worry about it..."
âOh.â They donât fully get it, but the last description gives them enough information. âThat makes me more concerned, actually.â Theyâll look into it, see about taking out the organization if they find anything too shady.
<Suddenly, a thud, as someone else drops down onto the rafters from the roof, a boy, around 5'7, wearing a yellow-brown hoodie with a spider drawn in black spray painted on the front and black seams for web designs, a pair of black, slightly ripped jeans and a brown-black gas mask. He speaks>
"Hiya, Falke."
<The girl, whose name is. Apparently Falke, seems annoyed.>
"Why. Are you here."
Their hand grips the rafters to stop themself from lunging at a sudden, new potential enemy. They settle for simply narrowing their eyes at the boy. Another one. That would make it difficult if they did end up needing to fight them.
âWho are you?â They ask, raising an eyebrow at him. They glance at âFalkeâ. At least they know her name, now. That could be useful information later.
"Relax. I ain't gonna fight unless she makes a brawl, and that'd be me fighting her. They call me the Funnel-weaver where I'm from. You?"