bayoe~n

gamertag: eatsiopao things must be done for the good of humanity

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a-ghost-a-spectre‌.

Clarice grimaced, if only she had trained a little harder, she could hav outmatched the giant woman with skill. The sound of other voices only served to accentuate the point that she may need to accelerate her plans. There was no way to do it cleanly at this  point but not a damn person in the building was innocent. “Find a way out! I’ll get the files and meet you outside,” she snapped before running off, phasing through a wall into another room, the giant woman trailing her, bursting right through a wall. 

patrick nods as he ducks past the giant woman. the moment he runs out, however, a guard restrains him, unfazed by his attempt at kicking. instinctively, he possesses them, catching the team of guards in surprise and uses their panic to run off to another room. he slams the door tight as he scavenges the cabinets for anything when — aha! a memo dated recently, and eyeballing the numbers he knows it’s what he needs. quickly, he kicks down the door and meets clarice outside. “it’s me, it’s me — so what’s next? we fight them? because i think i could go a round in this body.”

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statement three

where was your character during the murder? patrick volunteered under raul’s direction to gather dna from glasses, plates, and trash from the event’s patrons. he arrived before 8:00pm to get ready and was in the venue when raul gave his speech. from that point on until around 9:30pm, he was busy transferring dishes and garbage back to the kitchen. after that time he left his station, where he returned to the kitchen around 10:45pm to the ballroom. after that, patrick left.

is your character the murderer? patrick could have been the murderer. he could have been at any of the five locations the murder took place. his mens rea was that raul had manipulated him to take this farther than he’d ever had expected, putting his life in danger. by killing raul, he could claim these discoveries for himself while also stopping raul’s plans to create a new mutant serum that could give him different powers. in doing so, he would have stopped raul from overtaking the city as a potential villain. during one of his breaks, he could have argued with raul in the women’s restroom about the future of their work.

how did your character cover their tracks? the location that patrick could have murdered raul was on the 15th floor outside Suite 1532. having brought the food cart up to the 15th floor, patrick could have lured raul there and murdered him, them transported his body. with the electricity shortage, the security cameras would have not operated. from the 15th floor, patrick could have possessed another mutant to carry the body up to the office via the stairwell, leaving a different set of dna onto the first suspected murder scene. because of his slippery he could have been with his powers, he would not easily be suspected during any of the investigation process. of course, this is all speculation...

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a-ghost-a-spectre‌—

Truth be told she was one of the worst people she knew and she’d barely begun to dip into what she was capable of. She supposed that monsters could recognize monsters. She followed him around a corner when they came face to face with a giant lady. Strength…modified through testing to enhance size? She tried to figure it out but couldn’t quite bring herself to care in this case, what mattered was how pissed off she looked. She took a swing at them and her fist seemed to vibrate and increase in size. “You wouldn’t happen to have any chloroform on you, huh?” she said with a grimace before leaping out of the way of her fist, it made contact with the wall, cracking it. Clarice doubted she would be able to knock her out quickly and they would need a lot of whatever sedative they were using. This was a testing facility, there would be something here that could be used. If one of them could spot it, she could get her with it. 

pat freezes for half a second before he ducks right into the laboratory past the throw of her arm. good that the woman isn’t going for him, but he doesn’t need clarice knocked out - she seems like the kind of person to handle herself, and it’s the call he makes. quickly, he sifts through this room’s cabinets, looking for anything. when his eyes peer over sodium azide, he wastes no time grabbing the flash and hurling it towards the woman. she falls to her knees, but pat’s hardly concerned. he runs through the lab for anything that snags his attention. he picks out a few briefings and a vial of some yellow liquid before he meets clarice back in the hallway. “it’s not here. we’ll have to check another room,” he says as he hears shouts down the hallway from a couple more guards.

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cleoraja‌—

Cleo was going to die here and the only thing she could think of was how there were so many other freaks who could show up and save her, like in those stupid shows, and yet? In the midst of that bitter thought, the water slipped out from the faucet and Cleo watched it take down the door. Ask and ye shall receive. “Patrick!” Normally, she wasn’t a fan of his freaky power, but she was quick to grab his hand to follow whatever lead or plan he had. She was just desperate to get out. “Hurry! I can’t fucking breathe.” Outside the restroom, the fire was far more massive with flames licking the ceiling and black smoke filling the halls.

the moment cleo snagged onto pat’s hand he froze almost instantly, the water splattering against the tile and evaporating in the ensuing heat. he could feel the heat warm on his fused body, crawling up his neck and onto his forehead. but cleo was right. this was no time to think and dally. he followed her closely when the fire crept up towards them. using the mutant’s powers, he brought whatever water he could latch onto in the air and channeled it towards the flames. it purged the smoke in its path, and pat pushed her to run through it. “we’re almost to the exit,” he said, pulling up a column of water from the pipes below and using it to combat the flame.

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tcthepcinte‌—

“I wouldn’t be where I am now without it” She shrugs it off, if she hadn’t been required to come home and help pay for her father’s medical expenses she’d still be dancing in one of the most prestigious dance companies in the world. But that was another life now. At the distinctive sound coming from downstairs Ridley freezes, her eyes going wide. What had she been expecting using a portal to go into her old home, it was still technically breaking and entering. Motioning for her companion to follow her quickly, she creeps across the hallway and through the door at the end of the hall that had been her sanctuary for years growing up. “Maybe they’re contractors” Ridley mutters under her breath “I thought the place would be empty otherwise.”

call him naive, but pat has no idea what ridley means by a contractor, much less what kind of contractor. still, he imagines that it’s not that big a deal, given she has the power to manifest portals before them. they continue down the hallway when pat finds a long strand of hair. “oooh, something of use,” he says as he inspects it closer before stowing it into his pocket for later use. as they enter the room, pat cuts back to their earlier conversation, the room hardly of any meaning to him. “you wouldn’t be where you’re at right now? breaking into your own bedroom?”

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cleoraja‌—

There were so many specifics about how Cleo got into this situation– The stupid permits she had to see someone at town hall about. Putting those permits off for as long as possible. Deciding to use the restroom once she got there instead of at home. Being picky about the fact that one restroom had too many people waiting for it and finding a more obscure one. If she hadn’t done all of that, she wouldn’t have been stuck alone in the middle of a fire. The flames hadn’t reached her yet, but the smoke was heavy and the doorknob was hot to the touch. “Help! Please!” Cleo shouted, covering her face. God, she was panicking, but she was definitely going to die in a fucking bureaucratic building for fuck’s sake.  

how pat ended up here was not as important as what he was going to do to get out. if he were honest, he was tracking down someone to acquire a hair of their dna for one of his tests. only mere moments ago, the only person he knew going in was the person he was following. but as he heard someone’s cries for help he immediately recognized another familiar voice. cleo. what... — what was she doing here? was it really her? still, there was no time to think about that. instantly, he ran towards the person he was following and jumped right onto them, their forms fusing into one only a moment later. what a way to acquire some dna. despite the ensuing chaos, pat took a moment to find his senses before he shouted out towards cleo. “i’m coming,” he said. he used the mutant’s powers to feel out a body of water from the sink, guiding a stream to the door before using the water to punch it down. “we — we should get out of here.”

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fireandicerowan‌—

Rowan immediately flipped through the comics his friend handed him, taking note of each one with a smile. On slow days, he had the chance to catch up on comics, and, while it wasn’t very often, he still had an extensive knowledge of them. “I swear working here is a blessing and a curse; most of my paycheck just ends up right back here. Maybe that’s why they keep me around.” He chuckled and set them down, looking back up at his friend. “These are really good by the way. They kept me on the edge of my seat for hours.” The young man began to scan them as he talked, looking down only briefly as he did. However, he grinned as he heard the word hero. “Oh gosh! There was a building that was on fire, and I think I found the person who did it? But uh.. They gave me a good wallop.” He frowned a bit, thinking of how the stranger just passed through his attacks. “It wasn’t my fault though. I couldn’t even hit them! It was like they were made of air.”

pat hears rather than listens. rowan’s words hardly register on him - something about money recirculating, about the comics he’s purchasing. still, pat’s entirely attentive at the same time, brows knitting as he listens to rowan’s story. “a good wallop?” the inclination to, errr, giggle is there, but pat refrains, merely grinning wide. it isn’t until rowan’s final words settle into his head that he breaks free from his crush-induced trance that pat stands upright. “wait, so they were a mutant then? they could turn into air?”

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eunaxyoung‌—

She couldn’t keep the incredulous look off her face at the suggestion to keep the research. “That’s a dumb reason to keep it,” Euna hissed, though the papers in front of her didn’t quite glitch out yet. “Raul wouldn’t want anyone else getting their hands on this.” The knock on the door sounded again, and she whirled around to glare at the offending source. “We can recreate the numbers. Why do you want to keep it?”

pat hoards whatever stack of notes he can against his chest, holding it as if it’ll help. but there’s no stopping euna - he knows this. “i don’t know, it’s important to me, it’s important for science.” pat can’t come up with a logical explanation, really, especially because euna has a point. still, the utility of having notes around is practically like comfort to him. “we’ll take them on.” as the door sounds again, pat braces himself when he hears...

“pizza delivery for, uh, pepperoni?”

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a-ghost-a-spectre‌—

She rolls her eyes, “I’m not going to fight the guards if I don’t have to and since you suggested it I’m even more opposed,” she walks away from him, looking for security cameras and other security devices. “If you can’t get into the building on your own, that’s your problem,” she snapped, she took a moment to breath, “just wait for me here, I’ll come get you after I take care of the trash.” She took a deep breath and went invisible, getting to work on shorting out, first the motion and heat sensors on the perimeter and then the security cameras. There were ten around the building, she phased through every device, shorting it out. As expected, people came flooding out of the building to look for the cause, she returned to Patrick and held out her arm, “grab on, we need to get what we’re getting and get out, quick as we can.” She didn’t want to work with him but she wanted backup just in case someone was left behind that could cause her a problem…

a part of pat is so very very tempted to just make a scene, cause some commotion so he can watch clarice burn the place down. but that would be too easy. too easy and messy, given that she’s right: they do need to be discreet. he waits for her to return, not-so-discreetly playing on his iphone before she grabs onto him, following suit. “you know, you’re such a nice person, heh,” pat says, surprised by how proactive she’s been. when they make it into the facility, pat scans the hallways quickly before darting to the left. “it’s this way,” he says, turning the corner before bumping right into someone at least twice his size.

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tcthepcinte‌—

Ridley flashes the guy an odd look over her shoulder, the expression fleeting and is gone as fast it had appeared as she continues on her journey. Between the strange souvenirs he was picking up and the response to the joke comment she had made he was just so unusual, it was honestly refreshing “Now that is something that I can get behind.” Almost as if she was scared Ridley reaches out and tentatively runs her fingertips against the dusty walls as she walks up the hallway, it was almost as if she was afraid the walls would evaporate under her touch like a dream “We went bankrupt, my parents had to sell the place but I’d already left for my scholarship by the time it got that bad.”

pat decisively hrmmms in response, not feeling the least bit sentimental about the matter but acknowledging how difficult her situation could be. “a scholarship, heh?” he latches onto how familiar that word is, the connotations of it. “maybe that was a good thing?” his eyes are still peeled against the walls and any place teeming with dna. there has to be something. just as they continue along the halls, however, pat hears what sounds like the front door opening. he stops in place as his jugular pounds against his neck. “oh, ermmm. we should probably get to your room.”

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a-ghost-a-spectre‌—

“Maybe indeed,” she sneered, “see you in a couple of hours,” she said, stalking off, taking a deep breath as invisibility enveloped her, she dashed through the crowd before letting out her breath, flicking back into view in a darkened alleyway. She scanned the documents given to her, she’d seen this warehouse before, she’d burned one not far from it. She too off down the alley and onto another street towards the building, expecting she’d run into Woods once she got there. 

the warehouse is located in a disgruntled part of the city that few traverse. at a time just about now, with the mountains swallowing the sun, the dank lamp lights attract some shady individuals like moths to light. and despite all this, pat is so eagerly hunched against the wall of an alleyway not too far from the facility. when he spots clarice, he casually makes his way over to her. “didn’t expect to see you here,” he says, daringly with a wink. “as you can see, it’s fortified by their five guards. i’ll possess any one of them of your choosing. go on, tell me which one you think looks the meatiest and they’re all yours.”

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fireandicerowan‌—

Rowan caught a glimpse of a familiar face, offering a warm smile to the other before focusing back on explaining something more to a customer. He was generally excited about most things the store had to offer, and spent a lot of his time offering sales pitches. Of course, he just enjoyed the conversation. Though, after seeing Pat, his demeanor changed only slightly as he talked with the other. He’d been worried about his friend, though, with the recent events that had taken place, he didn’t blame Pat.

Once he was finally done talking to the customer he was interacting before, he turned his full attention to his friend, a familiar large grin on his face. “Pat! Hi! How are you doing? Are you alright? I didn’t mean to spam you with messages the other day. I kept typo-ing and had to fix it, y’know? Are you okay?”

in the midst of the chaotic aftermath left by raul’s death, there is something comforting in how mundane rowan is. it’s not by any means he’s is boring, but for someone to be so far removed... it’s comforting. pat grins instantly the moment he hears the words fly out from rowan’s lips, and he can feel his muscles ease. “no, no, it’s fine, i’ve just been busy!” he leans over the counter and passes rowan the selection of comic books he’s acquired. “everything’s been fine though? you do any hero things?” he reasks. partially to decenter himself from the conversation, but also... oh boy, he can hardly deny it. perhaps he does have a small crush on rowan.

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eunaxyoung‌—

unlike pat, euna had not been too panicked when they’d heard about the memo. panicking didn’t get anything done, and besides, there was an easy enough answer to fix everything before it all would go to hell. still, they really did have a rather pressing time constraint, and when the knocks sound on the door, euna doesn’t even bother listening to the hopes that pat has of saving most of their work. “yeah, no, that’s not happening,” she retorts, her eyes flashing violet as a large stack of papers glitch into a static mess. “quicker this way, too late!” she turned to the next stack, ready to do the same thing.

pat watches with horrified eyes as the stack of notes twist into something completely unintelligible and erratic. he can feel his heartbeat sunken low into his stomach, his breath bated at the thought that they could have lost something absolutely critical. after he realizes what she’s doing, he immediately grabs her hand and tries to block her from any further attempts. it’s no use. “stop, euna! raul would want us to keep it.” he knows that’s a lie; his boss was always good at covering their tracks. but there’s something in him that wants to preserve it all. “i can fuse with whoever’s at the door, keep them subdued. we can fight them off. we still have time.”

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a-ghost-a-spectre‌—

There was an alarming number of faces that made the blonde’s blood run cold and Patrick Woods was in possession of one of them. He was connected to the underground and the testing, she knew it even if she lacked any real proof. Still, she took the binder, keen to play along, she stopped in her tracks and took the binder with a sneer. Hello Kitty? Considering the contents she found it grotesque. She opened it and flipped through a few pages, she looked up at him, “There’s information here that you want,” she deduced, “data you don’t have and you want to use me to find it.”

a shrug is the only natural response. pat holds eye contact, hardly even phased. clearly, clarice is smart enough to dissect his plan enough. as long as the guards are distracted, he can worm into the facility and retrieve what he needs. still, the precarity of it all tells him this won’t be easy. “nah, i just figured it’d be fun for you,” he lies to clarice’s face as he shrugs. “maybe i’ll be there. maybe i won’t.”

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tcthepcinte‌‌—

The portal closes up behind them with a resounding blink that echoes against the walls of the empty rooms, of which unsettled Ridley more deeply than she was quite willing to admit. It barely resembled the home that she remembered somewhat fondly from her childhood, but then it had been over seven years since she left it behind so really she shouldn’t be too surprised about that fact. The voice beside her almost makes her jump out of her skin, so lost in her nostalgia she had forgotten about the bad influence that had encouraged her to get this far. When his words register she can’t help but raise a brow in amusement as she turns her head towards him, only more aware now that this person was still very much a stranger and she had no idea what power he could have “Shouldn’t you be buying me dinner first Hotshot?” Offering a wry smile Ridley takes off up the grand staircase, making a beeline for the space that had once been her only safe haven while growing up. All the way up something off settled on her, while the place appeared empty or at least under construction there was something about the vibe that screamed there was something going on there right now.

pat wanders off only to return with a sandal in his hand, scraping off anything he can off the sole. he’ll take dandruff, if he has to. there’s nothing fruitful, however, and he trails behind ridley just to see where she’ll take him. “i’m more a dessert first, dinner after kind of person,” pat says as he shrugs. as he gazes around the room looking for things to collect, he can’t help but inquire a bit more about the location. “so you grew up here? why’d you leave then, if it seems like such a nice place.”

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the discovery of the memo has not gone down well in their small, dinky laboratory. the counters and shelves are lined with ramune bottles where they shouldn’t be, and pink boxes from the good ol’ manila market bakery are piling up in the corner. pat knows it’s only a matter of time before detectives show up and investigate - that is inevitable. they’ve got to hustle digitizing everything before the curtains close and it all gets burned to the grown. the problem is not so much doing it but... finding where the hell their data is. it’s scatted across their messy lab in no coherent order. still, he’s confident. they’re a fourth of the way through, and they aren’t even trying. but that confidence washes away almost immediately as several knocks rap across their lab door, and he can feel his jugular against his neck. “okay, stay calm, euna. we... can get the rest our shit digitized,” he says, not even sure if he believes in his own words. @eunaxyoung

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eliza--campbell‌:

Losing Raul had been much harder on her family than Elizabeth could have ever imagined. Her father was so torn up, and with the loss of their family investments on top of it, she was feeling the weight on her shoulders to fix it. It wasn’t her fault, but no one else was trying to repair the Campbell name or legacy. She stood at a cafe, waiting for her coffee, when she heard someone’s voice. “I’m sorry, were you talking to me?”

he talks to himself about whether to get lemon or carrot bread, but now Pat’s tangled in a conversation with this stranger. oddly enough though, pat can’t help but put his finger on how familiar she looks. too familiar, like suarez has introduced them before or something. those aren’t conversations to have out loud, so he sticks his tongue out at her before ordering his bread. when she’s later seated down, he pulls up a chair to her table and stares at her for a good second. “you... you know mr. suarez, right?”