News about what Karma had done spread like wildfire. People were raging and maybe they were justified to do so - but that did not mean Murphy was entirely to blame. His control over his powers throughout the endless fucking night had been chaotic. Too many things are happening at once, and not enough time to rest. Whatever may have happened, there had to be some sort of justification for what had transpired. And why the fuck didn't he stay inside the building like Ji Hao had told him to do? He would be safe there. He could rest and not get in danger… but without having the full bloody picture, all he could do was speculate. And while there was no information about when Murphy would be able to have visitors - if any - there was still the matter with Beatdown.
They had lost contact when shit hit the fan. Bloodborn was not worried about their survival because how could someone called BEATDOWN end up… beaten down? Concern for the member of his team was what made Bloodborn rush to their usual meeting point. Up in the roofs, away from prying eyes and people and overall anyone and everyone with the exception of the two of them. Yes, Ji Hao was confident that Bri would be safe. That they would have come out of that nightmare very much alive and probably cracking jokes about how they could have gone for another several rounds or so. But as confident as he was - it was only when he saw Bri waiting for him that his heart stopped racing like a bloody horse inside his chest. It was only when he saw them that he remembered how to breathe as the tension and subconscious concern washed down his shoulders.
"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Fucking hell…"
（ •°• ⚠ •°• / ⭑ ）when the young bloodhound can hear ji hao's cursing … the amount of relief that washes over them can't be described by any spoken language, body immediately following the direction of the words and only doubling as they can clearly see the bloodmaker's form, face, and all. everything was still there, he was still there. no one realized that for briar, their dome didn't break and their sun didn't quite shine until they knew ji hao was alright. walking up to them, almost just taking in what their eyes are signaling … they know that this man hated hugs and all that but damnit, briar needed it as they wrap their arms around the hemokinetic, just holding onto them for a moment because this could all be a dream and they were putting all faith that it was real.
“ just … please, just let me have one minute of this; no one can see us I just … fuck I didn't know … ” they didn't know if they were still breathing, and until they found out, briar couldn't properly breathe, arms tightening around ji hao. they'd take the scolding or the possible fight for this, but in this specific etch of time, they were just trying to keep from letting those worrisome emotions that had been haunting them for the past weeks come down on them.
one of the few silver linings during the invasion was getting to meet buzz. dude was insanely cool, working holograms and tech like they were a dang wizard. tex was impressed, even enough to be part of kickstarters, if the dang team wasn't a mess as it were.
one of the first orders of business was checkin' on folks, made a whole lot easier when good ol' buzz stumbles upon him.
"shit, just who i was lookin' for." he greets with a smile, extending a hand that would lead into a hug. "glad ta' see you made it in one piece."
（ •°• ⚠ •°• / ⭑ ）the game level from hell seemed to be over with, and buzz survived with their one life ! that was pretty cool, or whatever. but then the dome comes down and the sun shines, showing just how much damage was done in the dark. which is sort of why they were buzzing around, no pun: there were some back-up servers they needed to check on now that the city was pretty much monster-free at the moment. but in the midst of their nightly flight, a cowboy comes their way, the honey hacker tilting their helmeted head as they remember the temporal outlaw.
“ why were you- oof ! ” before the bee can even finish that, they're all but yanked into an embrace, still hovering with their feet off the ground. not expected but, fuck it, could have been a punch or something. “ good to see you too, cowboy; you don't look bad under a not-so hellish light. ” kind of cute, actually. “ what are you doing out ? venturing for a new position after exiting kickstarters ? ”
NIGHT OF THE UNDEAD.
location: one of halcyon's largest hospitals.
anubis had never experienced anything like it before. an entire week in total darkness, free to run wild and cause as much destruction as his heart desired. without thinking twice, the professor feasted and claimed the souls of anyone who dared cross his path, taking countless lives from innocent bystanders who were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. yet his thirst for blood was never satiated.
when the first ray of sunlight came, anubis understood that the end was near. soon the heroes would regroup and rebuild the city, stronger than ever. rage made his blood boil, the idea of returning to his old life as a professor didn't feel right when he could just be his true self at all times.
so he launched an attack. there was little planning involved. antonio spent the day hiding in one of the mask society's hideouts, nobody else around, except over fifty mindless mummies who survived the nightmare week. helpless victims trapped in decaying bodies wrapped in ancient cloth. during the dead of the night, when the city quieted down, anubis led his small army through underground tunnels and into the mechanical basement of halcyon's biggest hospital.
the undead advanced, anubis at the front. only a reinforced maintenance door stopped the maniac from accessing the hospital. unceremoniously, the masked criminal raised a hand, and dozens of strips of bandages came from his arms and spread over the metallic surface. the cloth tightened, pressuring until the metal started to bend inward and groan violently. he kept on pulling until the entire frame was ripped from the concrete wall and fell onto the floor with a thunderous impact that not even the machinery surrounding them could muffle.
a pair of security guards approached, totally unprepared for what came next. mummies lunged from the darkness and slammed into the men, the struggle lasting only seconds before their lives were taken. anubis kept on moving, following behind the new additions to his collection. soon all would be under his influence. with no one to warn and nothing to stop the invasion, the horde infiltrated multiple floors simultaneously, accessing the building through the evacuation stairs. anubis positioned himself at the center of the attack, keeping all the minions within a certain distance from him.
the mummies attacked everything that moved with horrifying brutality, tearing members apart, punching through hearts, biting off flesh. the first attack concentrated on civilians, helpless victims and easy targets. each corpse anubis passed by was reborn as one of the creatures under his influence. in less than a few minutes, his numbers had increased significantly, but he was aware that his stunt would soon earn the attention of a couple do-gooders. a response would quickly follow. that didn't frighten him, on the contrary. the idea of converting a powerful hero into an obedient minion was too tempting. he was ready for it.
（ •°• ⚠ •°• / ⭑ ）alert of a phenomenon going on at the center hospital ? one of the worst feelings a hero could get is hearing that anything's happening in these highly populated areas. especially given the catastrophe that's barely settled. people were still being checked in for care, search parties still going on. now something else was going on ? suffice to say, it pissed christian clean off, so when they get there, there's little to no hesitation: they come out swinging, which paired well with the growing pandemonium.
what they see almost feels like a continuation of the black nights that just passed; the glints of their silver bracers catch the flickering lights within the medical building, equipment scattered and papers ever. before brawler can even call out, it's a narrow dodge at a zombie, ducking and evading before they land a punch, followed by another and a brisk upper knee, but that's not enough considering 5 more are coming at them. but with what they see ? they know they don't have to hold back, pulling their arms back and clapping a zombie's head off, the force sending the incoming back. normally, that would be a big no-no, but chris knows just what, and by proxy who, they're dealing with: those poor souls gotta be dead to even be like this.
“ you really just couldn't wait, could you anubis ? ” brawler dusts their vest off of blood as they turn to face the sick mastermind. “ not even a week in and you're already defiling corpses. I was genuinely hoping that you'd have rested in peace with the rest of the horde. ”
I can't change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.
❝ born to christopher du fontaine, army vet and the first brawler, christian was the first in their family to actually have powers. instantly, they were propelled into the world of being a miracle, taking the moniker of their father and joining the now disbanded A-TEAM, a trio of heroes poised to give the SOVEREIGN SEVEN a hand. having a successful career came at a cost, as their father was jealous, only pushing chris to invest more in their ‘career’. with almost 20 years of hero-ing under their belt, chris decided it was time for a change and to let the new blood come in, as change only comes when you let it, and they didn't want to be like their father. but that doesn't mean they're going to let the OLD GUARD focus too much on its title. there's too much going on in halcyon city for anyone to be stagnant. ❞
⸻ 𝕘𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔.
name: christian davenport du fountain. age: 42. date of birth: september 4th. gender: cis male + he/him pronouns. orientation: pansexual. sign: leo. alignment: neutral good. callsign: brawler.
⸻ 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖.
eye color: brown. hair: dark brown; lowcut and curly. weight: 175 lbs. height: 5’9 ft. build: they may be a part of the old guard but their body hasn't aged at all; a nice mix of muscle everywhere and a bit of thickness considering they like to eat. they box and work out almost daily so their body certainly shows it: nice arms, chest, thighs, and a round, firm ass. fashion: a bit of fashionista in their own way; always has a fresh tee and usually has on a bomber-type jacket on. tries to keep it simple but stylish with their accessories, marble-washed jeans and brown laced boots.
⸻ 𝕡𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙 𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.
chris grew up in heroism, long even before powers were a thing. in a way, they were predestined to follow in their dad's footsteps. but the divide came when chris seemed to excel a bit more, as well as increased attention. they always tried to keep their heart to home, but jealousy can show in the most ugliest of ways, and in retaliation, chris rose up to the occasion with no apologies. and as a result, they were able to explore what being their own hero means. luckily their acclaim didn't go too far in their head, and they've had a successful career because of it. but as they think about the future changing, they wonder what it'll look like. they're not ready to stop, but they know that it might be time to start finding a different way that they can be all they can be.
⸻ 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤.
𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. if chris is throwing a punch, you can bet your flat ass it's not a dud. chris has the ability to generate purple seismic waves of physical force, which can be used in a myriad of ways, though their main way is through combat: with the amplification of their attacks, chris's punches and kicks have added force that can mimic the effects of superstrength, pounding the ground can cause massive tremors and ground splits; even claps can send people flying back. their waves can also cut through most objects if they're flattened in pressure, and if timed right, their shockwaves can act as a natural repellent or repulsion field to incoming projectiles or objects. at their peak, chris can mimic the force of a sonic boom, causing massive destruction and bone shattering force. however this can be a double edged sword as too many shockwaves could cause disaster and unintended damage to structures near them. those who can absorb or negate vibrations would render chris's powers rather null.
❝ once upon a time, genesis was just a normal party-goer who wanted to enjoy life. but their naivete and their overtrusting nature would cost them their future. taken by human traffickers along with their sibling, they were kept captive by loathsome, dark men who tortured and abused them, disfiguring their mouth as a claim. when the awakening of their powers happened, genesis took revenge on all who wronged them, but that wasn’t enough. they prowled into similar areas and turned predator into prey, all the while spilling more innocent-approximate blood than needed. their body count started to spiral, having to be brought down by a special ops team. however, their collection would only have them listed as a potential candidate for ADRIAN VOSS’S latest scheme of a band of plan-z ‘heroes’. ❞
⸻ 𝕘𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔.
name: genesis ahara nii. age: 26. date of birth: july 23rd. gender: genderfluid + he/she/they pronouns. orientation: pansexual. sign: leo. alignment: chaotic neutral. callsign: kuchisake-onna.
⸻ 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖.
eye color: yellow. hair: dark brown. weight: 143 lbs. height: 5’8ft. build: their body is nothing short of cut, curved, and built to be just as appealing as their allure. genesis works out for dual purposes of getting stronger and deadlier but also to appeal and seduce. a mix of toned and curvy, sporting a slender figure with accentuated assets. a perfect mix of efficiency and purposed sex appeal. fashion: provacative and not abashed about it. fishnets, thongs, tight leather chaps. sometimes, they lean into their japanese heritage but even it is somewhat sexualized. bustiers and harnesses to tease but also for a couple spare knives. etc: their most noted feature is their disfigured mouth and sharpened teeth; there are two splits on the sides of their cheek, and when they open their mouth, their teeth are pointed like daggers.
⸻ 𝕡𝕤𝕪𝕔𝕙 𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.
genesis used to be a vibrant soul, with beauty and a better destination in life. but when their smile was permanently disfigured, so was their outlook on life. human compassion could be so fickle … so why should they have any for others ? their only option left was to turn what beauty they had left into the sharpest of weapons, vanity paired with the ever-growing need to sow carnage as some form of cosmic karma makes genesis rather prone to unspeakable acts of violence, which is why they're collared with the government chip. however, they are far from stupid, and in those moments quiet, their wisdom tends to spill out in terms of what they perceive as just human nature, making them a bit more neutral than per say evil.
⸻ 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤.
𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. though a rather simple power, how genesis uses it makes them very deadly. giving the illusion that they are disappearing in a fading magenta light, allowing them to move from one location to another without having to occupy physical space. quick, genesis uses this to overwhelm their targets with their fighting skills and sai weaponry. teleporting their body into aerial kicks and flash-movement combat to overwhelm their opponents with the force of multiple fighters. they can also teleport other objects, example using their sai as projectile and teleporting it for multiple strikes of one of their weapons. their biggest use of it is to pounce, tackling enemies by surprise and latching their teeth into either their neck or face. using it to be an infamously fast and evasive assassin, the only limitation is that they cannot teleport extremely long distances, as they must have some knowledge of where they’re supposed to land. they can also only take 2 people with them max, and the more they take, the shorter the distance will be. they also cannot teleport heavy objects ( ex: a bus ).
（ •°• ⚠ •°• / ⭑ ）" I don't know if I said it when I was inside there, but thanks for snatching me up into your shop. " laureano was buried deep in paperwork and tasks; none of this was going to get back to normal, and laureano had faith in what they did but after seeing all of that destruction, hearing the stories and denizens coming in with what they've lost ? how could they spread some lie that things would go back the way they once were ? that's what they were trying to figure out now, how to brief the press and assuage their concerns, but it wasn't just that either: a good many of them were demanding blood for the massacre, and that was an entirely different issue.
but, the office gorgon was grateful that the baker didn't seem to be one of the civilians coming by to add more pile to their workload. “ I owe you a lot, or is that why you came up here ? ” maybe they could see if there was something the baker might want that they could provide from the administration. mayor flores was always looking for good optics too, so signing off, depending on what it was in general, shouldn't be too hard.
（ •°• ⚠ •°• / ⭑ ）did cash wanna be out and about right now ? personally, nah. they could use a nap or six, especially after the horrors of the darkhold nearly got them. it was like playing a game on that one mode where every fucking stat is on the high and beyond, and you gotta finish all the levels with the very one health bar you got. when the dome broke and the sun's light poured in, it felt like a big ass victory sign. but now was the epilogue, and though they'll never explicitly show it, seeing some of the people dead … it was fucked up. which was why they were out today, putting away ‘buzz’ and just being cash to promote the queens event since they'd be dj'ing for it.
“ ey; you want a flyer, father … wait, are you like a real priest or is that a kinky thing ? ” the bee vigilante tilts their head as they notice the collar and all that; father was hot, that was for damn sure, which made them question whether or not it was just practice for pride or if he was the real deal walking by. if it was the latter, it kind of didn't matter if they got told they were going to hell ( didn't believe in all that anyways. )
（ •°• ⚠ •°• / ⭑ ）michelette couldn't say they fully knew the suffering of the people in halcyon; once they retrieved and passed off the darkhold, their work was done, so to speak. the life of a mercenary, not all that concerned with morality. though, if they knew the unleashing of monsters was the end result, they may have shown a bit more discernment with the job … then again, the money would have probably course-corrected their view. paid and healed from their garnered injuries, the french beauty was ready to resume business as usual. with the streets safer, michelette took a chance to browse the high end part of town; a need for a latte before they shop at a luxury store of sorts. they deserved it for being so pretty.
“ mmm … merci ~ ” the lust mercenary winks as their vanilla cappuccino is brought and made to perfection. do they get off on the server trying to inconspicuously stare at their tits ? perhaps. but they are no target or point of interest, so it's little more than child's play to them. but maybe the buff stranger with a … sunny disposition behind them would be a better selection considering they had just been made one of the sovereign seven. for now though, michelette just thought they were cute, giving a little lilt and sip as they walk by: will he take the bait ?
（ •°• ⚠ •°• / ⭑ ）as bad of a state as the city was, crime didn't stop; in fact, crime was probably about to hit the city at a double rate. with the public controversy of miracles going on, the deep seated orgs of the underground had ample room to strike with heroes battling at another front. not to mention the city was still in major ruins: chaos breeds chaos. which is why beatdown was doing what they usually did with a bit more precision: folks were still being recovered and found, as well as reports of multiple break-ins. so when they see a posse of looters holding some valuables, the nunchucks come out. “ say, are those diamonds ? they better not be blood ones either … ” because based off the blood on their clothes, it looks like the jewels weren't just given. before they know it, a shot is fired, but luckily ducked as they charge ahead, battering two duffs who thought they could take the dragoneer. the sound of bones shattering said otherwise.
leaping along broken rails and beams, beatdown doesn't let up on their pursuit, but they are stopped when they see another … super ? or maybe calamity, they can't be sure how the white revealing outfit leans. all they do know is they've never seen them before til now, so briar has no idea what they're about to deal with at the moment. “ hey ! you friend or foe ? ” they probably could have asked in a more gracious way but now wasn't the time for formalities.
（ •°• ⚠ •°• / ⭑ ）maybe now was a good time to be on a team that already was sort of not-so-good in terms of press with the public, because right now, the kickstarters were being torn down to shreds because of the actions of karma. protests and tensions were growing in the midst of reconstruction: the people were starting to lose faith … and briar couldn't say they didn't agree with why. there was still pieces of the story being processed, but would it really matter to those who were decimated ? would denizens be content with any reason that explains why a person they thought would protect them ends up wiping out so many of them ? those were the uneasy questions everyone had to keep in mind. but on the note of karma, briar was in search of one of the people that was last seen with karma, and all they prayed was that he wasn't in the list of heroes who died during the blackout.
pacing along some of the rooftops that they normally frequented during patrols, all briar was hoping was that ji hao decided to keep being a creature of habit; they hadn't seen them since they split to wipe out hordes, and with how many monsters overran the city, they couldn't keep contact. each second builds another moment of frustration and worry: what if he was under the rubble ? what if he was trapped ? they already called the death call of miracles, and he wasn't in it, so that had to mean that he was still here. briar couldn't give up that belief … they just couldn't.
（ •°• ⚠ •°• / ⭑ ）walking along the streets of halcyon post-apocalypse … it was almost surreal. shanii fared better than most; zombies were still susceptible to losing their heads to a brisk bash of their supersized fan. but the destruction … even now it was taking time for the smoke to clear. buildings destroyed, carcasses still being cleaned: a bit of sunlight coming through wasn't gonna make shit alright, but at least the eerie red halo was gone. but the impact was forever; even now, the unrest was still at an all time high. there was a bit of sated spite: the public was questioning just how good miracles were against the supernatural. protests popping up in regards to karma going rogue and killing the equivalent of a small town. heh.
all shanii does is watch, puffing on a cigarette and putting it out on the concrete: they had some stuff to grab from the store, if it was in stock, running a hand through their long curls … but in their path is a face that they hadn't seen since the days they were dressed up as a slutty fairy warrior in green screen. even now, they had to tilt their head to make sure they were seeing who they saw, but the hair, the eyes, the usual chipper expression is registered. “ arden ? ” just to see if the name was matching with what their eyes perceived.
（ •°• ⚠ •°• / ⭑ ）suffice to say, shit has been hectic in the span of the last week or two. and shanii felt like something from hell had made it out from the bounds underground and up to earth. which is why they went to check on the one person they feared already suffered religious psychosis to a slightly troubling extent. but they do not come just to lick their wounds and soothe; they have very prominent news to share as well. but first, the twister calamity does check in, giving their assurance of shep's losses in regards to their famed puppets in the horde. “ I heard you lost father and sister … I'm sorry, shep. ” they knew single-handedly that the living puppeteer put a lot of blood, sweat, & tears into executing the designs. but shanii would let those puppets become wood chips if it meant that the maestro of them was still breathing.
“ but don't worry; you're gonna have a lot more material and upgrade to remake them. you probably haven't heard, but there's a new leader of the overlords. ” facade, or leif by their own relationship. “ we've … I've done some business with him, and it's been very lucrative. now, we've got a very extended spot to join it; he's got most of those false masker's resources and firepower. ” just to show the benefits right up front. “ we wouldn't have to worry about funds, placement, or resources: we'd have it all. ”
🚬 * ﹕ㅤㅤ when the last time he slept? yesterday? a couple of days ago? it didn't even matter because one he had his attention fixated on something, fallon couldn't really stop until he had discovered a big lead or breakthrough on a case. the current file? a man with only a fragmented recollection of the last month, and believed that he was under the control of a miracle he described to be a middle-aged man in a black suit, whose skin turned the same color of red cabbage whenever he spoke a command or suggestion.
and memory might be a fickle thing, especially one stitched up for scraps, but fallon could hear the fear and confusion in that man's voice, how he just wanted to believe he wasn't crazy. and that was all fallon needed to to commit himself to find the purple bastard. and for the last twenty hour, or maybe twenty-six, he'd been scouring the police database ( with stolen credentials ) to find similar cases, daylight becoming dusk becoming dawn, and then camilo was already back while he still hadn't left his desk. " had a good sleep? " fallon asked as soon as the other walked into the office, giving camilo a quick glance before he sipped on his third cup of coffee in the last day, lukewarm at this point with how he kept on getting distracted. " and please tell you got laid, like i told you to do. at least one of us needs to get some ' round here. " @heroescue
（ •°• ⚠ •°• / ⭑ ）" laid ? in this economy ? yeah, sure. " camilo quips; very unintentional but sometimes fallon could be a real comedian, just as dry as the cigarette smoke that basically was synonymous with the detective. the de facto leader rarely left the office either, but last night a bit of recon needed to be done, and it sort of was a bust, the leads they sought out weren't in the vicinity. so instead, the sensory vigilante called it quits and took the brief two hour window to go back to their apartment, take a shower and close their eyes til sunrise, and when the beams of light hit the sullen city, they were back at it again. but they did manage to grab a bit of grub; they were no nutritionist but coffee and and a pack of cigarettes wasn't sustainable fuel: camilo hoped fallon would at least at this breakfast burrito to it.
“ did get an hour of sleep though; sure I'll turn that into another 48 hours of straight work. ” the sound of their steeltoe boots can softly be heard as they go to their desk as they pull out their file cabinet, looking through the red marked ones, red meant active and still-going. “ still going on what our amnesiac john doe told you ? ” that one was a bit of a wrap-around: a guy under mind control with nothing else. hard part was this seemed to be the one case, meaning it was hard to make patterns or figure out if there was a starting point to it … if it was real of course.
" so ... is this visit for business, or do you finally miss your dad too much? " lalo isn't even looking at them when he speaks. he doesn't need to, really. call it a father's instinct or connect it to his powers, but he felt his son coming even when he was still a distance away—even after they haven't spoken much since his decision to quit hero work or since they decided to work for the mayor. if you are perceptive enough, you can even tell from the way he mindlessly scrolls through his tablet and throws unnecessary glances at their current restoration project.
replacing the statues of the fallen heroes in the promenade. who would have thought the previous ones were actually functioning robots?
he doesn't know how to even approach this moment, with a part of him wishing it wasn't happening right now. he really just has to suck it up and accept that he can't put this off any longer. " we're already cleared for these replacement statues, with the mayor personally giving his approval. " alright, maybe he can put it off for just a few more minutes. or at least, he will try. " if you need the paperwork to confirm, i think i have it somewhere ... "
（ •°• ⚠ •°• / ⭑ ）" I don't know ? maybe one of your little mentees can help you figure that out. " just the normal father and son dispute in regards to the ever-lying battle of complicated situations received as hypocrisy. but laureano didn't let up on reminding their dad about the current outlook in regards to all the years they've been given the serious talks of why being a public miracle was the worst decision they could ever make … even if those moments were few and far in between now. this all coming from the man who didn't even bother to check on their own progeny in the midst of a fucking apocalypse at that. un-fucking-believable.
but they weren't sent here to mince words or try and cut into their dad with slit words; the mayor had in fact sent them to see progress in regards to these statues: laureano had been running errands none stop, stopping by various points of destruction and witnessing just what the city was trying to rebuild. every sight just seemed to get progressively or rapidly worse than the previous. “ it's business; mayor flores just wants to sign off on the repurposing of these things and the plans for the next set of clean up. ” and once they had that, they'd do as they always did; leave lalo to their own devices and basically say godspeed to the rest. one point of mental angst does come out. “ … so is this where the one who snapped did damage at ? ” yes, karma.
“ did you hear the news? “ leif was certain that typhoon did, but he'd indulge his own little self-flattery anyways. ” i'm the new king of guile and with the downfall of the false mask society, our ranks have grown. ” there was absolutely nothing else that could make facade feel any hornier. “ y'know, you and your little trio of friends are always welcome to join us. i could use a talent like yours for more than just this. ” he'd been enjoying his time with typhoon and if it meant that he could have a little side piece closer at work for some fun — whose to say you can't have your cake and eat it too? @heroescue
（ •°• ⚠ •°• / ⭑ ）such news was hard to miss, though if shanii did, they had no doubt leif would have informed them like they're informing them now. but this news was essentially good news: an ally and contact now head of a powerful organization & growing. it was like, opportunity had finally come their ways after months of trying to ride it out with very little support. “ congratulations are in order on your position and your impending overtake. ” the windrider muscles up a little smirk and tilt of their liquored glass as they sip. “ just don't expect me to call you ‘my liege’ or something unless you catch me with nothing but a crown on … ” and even then, that might have to be worked for a bit more … which might not be such a bad idea.
when the proposition of joining the new ‘kingdom’ is extended to them and their fellow greenscreen rebels, shanii was instantly prepared to do business: considering they had already done some task for leif via the extension of the company providing for their glamorous life, this seemed like a golden opportunity, and they were rather assured that they could get shepard & sebastien to join their efforts. perhaps then they would have the footing needed to retaliate against those heroes. “ we can talk a bit of business: discuss numbers and what you want from us … or more so me. but I'm sure what you have in mind is agreeable. ”
