A Human Vulnerability

"There is no sentient sentiment in the mind of her foes." Roslyn Charters. I get what I want, no questions asked. [Connected with Above the Town RPG; Not the real Jennifer Lawrence, nor am I affiliated in any way.]

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Fun and Games || Roslyn & Seth

"Stand the fuck up, honestly."

The man on the ground before her whimpered not unlike the tortured cattle she saw him as. He wore formal clothing, including a badge on his lapel that read in a rather cryptic manner, covered in small text of different origins. Roslyn knew who this man was, though, and with that, she smirked in contentment at her completed operation.

"Your wife's dead, budd."

Sh glanced up at the car in front of her. The front end of the vehicle was statically slamming into a shoddy traffic barrier as the memory of not long ago replayed in Roslyn's head; the windshield had shattered and the hood had wrinkled like cloth. The most satisfying detail of the wreck, however, was the pole impaling the woman's chest, her body partially contorted as it pierced her straight through.

The cold-blooded woman smirked, kicking the man in the throat and pushing him in the middle of the road. He sat there for a minute, coughing, heaving for a breath. Roslyn spit on him, but it did nothing more than a rather ignorant driver hitting him almost instantaneously did, his body rolling over the wind shield and landing on the ground near the crashed vehicle. The driver kept driving.

"What a world we live in, hmm?" Roslyn smiled at the small child in the back seat of the car, its wailing beginning to get on the nerves of the young woman. She brought a phone with her, bringing it to her ear and waiting a moment before mumbling something in Russian and sliding the cellular device back into her pocket.

"Seth will be pleased."

Roslyn stepped over the man's body, approaching the car wreck and pulling the baby out from the other side, petting the back of its head and rolling her eyes. "We'll find you a good home with the Ordo, you little shit." Her eyes scanned the accident as she noticed blood marks on the pole near its rather brutal incision into the woman. "Poor bitch tried to pull a pole out of her."

The sound of a plane in the distance filled Roslyn's senses as it roared near. "Seth will be here soon, buddy." She said, attempting to touch the baby's hand before rolling her eyes once more. "He'll know what to do with you, I'm sure. It's not you're fault your mother was a shitty driver and married to a corporate official, right?"

Roslyn smiled genuinely, chortling to herself.

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The Lesson Plan || Seth&Roslyn

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Seth stood slowly, watching Roslyn carefully as she tested her leg for a moment. He knew something was coming from the girl, but ending up on the ground, laying on his side with such a sharp cramp in his leg was not what he was expecting.

He bit hard into his lip, only tensing up more and making the pain worse. He glared up at the girl and let out a low growl. “Fuck you,” he said, his voice straining. He shifted awkwardly, trying to get his leg into a position that would lessen the pain. He took a deep breath, his muscles relaxing enough to allow him to stand. Putting weight on his leg, though, felt like he was pressing down on a bruise. He looked at Roslyn, who was wearing a dirty smirk across her face, and rolled his eyes.

He took a few steps to test his ability to walk, limping just slightly on his right leg. His partner just looked far too amused for his liking, so he flicked his wrist quickly, easily shattering the bones in her already injured foot, sending splinters shooting through her sneaker. He laughed at the sounds she made, shaking his head and healing her wound quickly. He picked her off her feet and nudged her toward the door. “Go on then, if you’re bored,” he said, stepping just behind her. “I’m sure you could think of something else that’s more fun.”

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Roslyn laughed as Seth had difficulty standing without a feeling of pain painted across his face. She was almost astounded that he had managed to stand up, but found his squirming fit in search for comfort entertaining.

When he walked with a limp, she audibly laughed before tripping backwards and catching herself on the floor, making a shrieking noise as she inhaled quick at the pain of bones being pulled through her foot.

"You're going to have to get me new shoes, Seth." She said with a slightly shaking voice as he healed the wound and pulled her to her feet. "Fine then, I will." Roslyn smirked, walking towards the door with a slight limp.

"What's more fun, then? I'm up for anything. I might have something in mind."

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The Lesson Plan || Seth&Roslyn

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Seth ignored Roslyn’s crude remarks for the most part, running his hands over his bruises and shrugging. He wasn’t given much time to think about her words anyway, as the woman almost immediately moved on from her jokes and knelt on the floor of the room. The blonde raised an eyebrow, but watched curiously. He took a step forward, but before he could do anything, before he could even register what was happening to him, he was slammed against the wall, a pressure growing inside his muscles until he felt the very familiar snap of his bones breaking inside him.

He was dropped onto the floor, face pressed into the cold ground much like the day before in Akongo’s office. He groaned loudly, his muscles slowly relaxing and his insides stinging in pain. He composed himself, though, in a matter of seconds, slowly breathing in and setting his breaks easily, filling the cracks with new bone matter. The boy rolled onto his stomach, arching his back and stretching out like a cat. He smiled, letting out a breathy laugh, not looking up at his partner. “Good trick,” he breathed, stretching one arm out along the floor toward Roslyn. “Now let me show you what I’ve learned.”

Seth balled his hand into a fist, pulling his arm back toward his body. He was yanking at the bones in the girl’s right leg, tripping her onto the floor and dragging her at an intense speed on the floor across the room, her fibula out through her heel and sneaker. He used the bone as a handle of sorts, manipulating it to send her slamming into the wall next to him. He looked over at her and chuckled. He stood quickly, clutching his fist again and twisting his torso around, shifting his weight in the other direction. He sent her even faster across the room into the other wall.

He waited for her to react before walking quickly to the other side of the room. He moved her leg toward him gently and, with a swift motion, send her bone back into its place. He smiled at the girl, despite the glare he was receiving, and patted her knee lightly. “I don’t know about Akongo,” he said, “but I know I sure do like rough.”

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Roslyn couldn't bother to hide her chortle as Seth groaned and moaned in pain on the ground, her power proving useful to both her and her blonde-haired partner. As he began to rise from the ground, she prepared herself, her face becoming a more stoic and battle-ready formation as he gathered himself. She knew that revenge would come swiftly and deliver immense pain to her body in what would almost definitely be a higher magnitude than what she had done to him.

And in that thought, she had already been planning her next move and how to make it as painful as she could think of when Seth began mumbling what she both thought of and heard as an incoherent mumble that meant nothing to her and could do nothing to stop what would come next.

And it truly didn't when Roslyn found herself screaming in pain at the bone manipulation. She knew she'd survive because Seth knew what he was doing, but the pain was so unbearable that she actually refused to allow herself to look down at her own leg as it was being mangled. The pressure of the blonde ripping at her bone was enough to encourage Roslyn's sub-conscious to pay little attention to the violence and to continue to focus on recovery and vengeance, though she was almost tired of the violence already. 

Her screams of pain were most likely dull compared to others as she became almost adapted to the pain, finding herself fortunate as her leg was snapped into place and swiftly healed shut once more. She glared at her partner before jumping to her feet, waddling for a moment before cracking her neck and turning around, facing the tall blonde.

"What now, Seth?" She smiled, her expression quickly turning blank as she stared at the ceiling of the large room. She kept her gaze focused at the corner of the room, smiling as she possessed Seth's leg and made him tumble over almost playfully, also invoking a Charlie horse that would kill him for a while.

"This is boring."

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The Lesson Plan || Seth&Roslyn

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Seth stepped over to the computer against the left wall, hitting keys and starting a record of the training while his partner stalked about the room. He turned to her, raising his eyebrows at her smirk. “Patience,” he said, stepping away from the wall and more toward the centre of the room. As he walked, he could feel a strange sensation building in his muscles. He would have ignored it, too, if it didn’t accompany the familiar creakiness in his joints that always meant Roslyn was at work on him. Without giving any hint as to whether he’d even paid any mind to the feeling, the blonde turned to face his partner.

It had seemed like the girl had learned a few new tricks. He felt a slight aggravation that she wouldn’t have used them in the field, but he was more curious to see what she had to show him. Still, there were a few things he’d taken to practicing himself that she didn’t know about, but he figured he’d wait to try those out.

Seth took a soundless breath in, the girl still standing and waiting for him to say or do something. As he exhaled, he shot the bones out of his left hand, burying them into Roslyn’s shoulder. Almost instantly, the stiff feeling in his body left him, the attack pretty understandably so distracting her from her sneak attack. The boy groaned and stretched his back out, sighing at the relief it brought to him. He smiled to himself and walked over to his friend, pulling out the small spears with his right hand. “You’ve possessed me before, Ros. I know that feeling when it hits me.” He smiled at her, and after a moment looked down at his bleeding hand, then back to the girl. “Gimme a second,” he said, turning and stalking back to his side of the room, regrowing the bones of his hand, bending his fingers to make sure they worked properly. He turned back to face his partner, saying, “Okay, seriously now. Show me what else you’ve got.”

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Roslyn rolled her eyes at the blonde's generic response. "Is a virtue, right?" She mumbled, pacing in small circles around her starting place, attempting to keep her own mind actively focused on something other than her impatience. She stopped and stared at Seth, standing stoically and stationary in the short distance.

She crossed her arms and smiled, standing casually as if to emphasize the lack of energy required for her to tap into her power. The matter of the fact was that, if anything, possession required Roslyn to relax to a certain point. Mentally, at least. She wouldn't nor couldn't have guessed that the slight motion of a breathe would end in the impaling feeling of solid bone lodging themselves into her shoulder with pure velocity.

A harsh "FUCK, SETH!" escaped her mouth as she stumbled backwards slightly, recovering her feeting, yet still quivering in pain, in the matter of a couple of seconds. He walked towards her casually, pulling the dagger like fragments out of her shoulder as the pain receded soon afterwards, something Roslyn accredited to being a lycan herself.

The two-person crowd split that occurred shortly after the man's experienced spiel put a smile on Roslyn's face. The climactic feeling she got forced her to realize that she'd deal with a bone or five getting ripped out again to put Seth through hell. And the fact that someone- probably Akongo- had beat the living shit out of him not too long ago made it all the easier.

While regrowing and checking his bone function, Roslyn couldn't help but revert to her normal behavior. "Akongo like it rough, Seth?" She shouted with a smart-ass smile on her face before being prompted by her sparring partner.

She took a single step forward, kneeling down and staring at the floor for a minute, closing her eyes in order to achieve the same feeling of zen she had reached previously that had allowed her to accomplish the feats she had. She waited, and stayed. Seth was either a foot away from her and ready to attack first or staring at her like a mad woman, but rather than check before, she stands and swiftly raises her head as Seth stumbles backwards quickly, his feet uncontrollably catching himself from falling backwards until he's pushed against the wall by her force, any attempt to struggle disintegrating as if erased before even processed as a desired action by his brain. His limbs pin against the wall and his muscles begin to tighten until an excruciatingly loud and almost disturbing noise is heard in the form of bone snapping, cracking, whatever unidentifiable friction-created noise that was caused.

He fell to the ground in audible pain as Roslyn looked down at him, her smirk gone and replaced with a rather blank yet content face. "I tensed up the muscles in your back. I'm sure when you get it tomorrow, that won't feel so great." Roslyn says, chuckling at her own potential innuendo while also genuinely wondering how Seth will use his own power to recover from his state.

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The Lesson Plan || Seth&Roslyn

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Seth turned from the girl, going through her drawers and throwing a pair of socks at her before doing the same with her sneakers. He paused for a moment, grabbing a hair elastic off of her bed-side table and moving behind her. He pulled her hair back, tying it up, and chuckled. “Now, now, Charters,” he said, “try to hold back your furor.” He spun the girl around lightly to face him and smiled, tapping her cheek. “I know you’re just so enthralled by my presence. There’s no need to be coy.”

He looked down at the socks and shoes still on the floor and frowned. “I’ve got shit to do, Ros. Hurry the hell up and finish getting ready.” The boy looked at his hands and adjusted the straps holding his gloves on, tightening them more than they needed to be. He stepped away from the girl, looking about the mess of the room and pursing his lips. He shook his head and turned back to the girl, ready to make a remark when he saw she was, finally, ready. He stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, tugging her toward the door a few steps before letting go to yank open the door. 

He was eager to get to the training rooms for a spar. Not only did he want to get his friend into better shape, but he needed to blow off the steam trapped inside him from the frustration of realizing how wrong he was. He’d been an idiot in front of Akongo, and he wasn’t going to let it go very easily. Anything he could do to keep himself busy and ready whenever his leader needed him, he was going to do. Knocking Roslyn around a bit was the easiest thing he could think to do right away. So he led the girl over to the rooms, finding one that was completely empty and stepping to the side of the door, gesturing for her to enter first. “After you,” he said, stepping in only right behind his partner.

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She continued clothing herself, smirking at Seth's theoretically caring gesture that she knew couldn't be taken at face value under any condition. Even of he didn't mean it maliciously, Roslyn couldn't help but assume that the blonde's kind notions were a stacking process to a pay off that would surely benefit him. It's just who he was. And that's who she was now, too. Telling herself was step one.

When she heard his voice, she, miraculously, withheld the urge to roll her eyes and sped up her process, finishing as he wandered into a corner of her room. He grabbed her and tugged her into his direction, guiding her to the training room. When they had arrived, her current companion motioned her into the room.

Roslyn may have been a natural blond, but she certainly wasn't an idiot. She nodded politely with a smirk on her face, taking the lead and wandering into the large room. Roslyn was ready for Seth's force, and had a trick or two up her sleeve herself, thinking as she adjusted to the training room, cracking her neck promptly. She looked around at the spacious environment. It was almost as if she had lost sight of grandiose space in her own seclusion.

After pacing in the center of the room for a few moments, Roslyn stretched briefly, staring at Seth as if to prepare a counterattack. "Well?" She said with an almost cynical smirk, already forming pressure against the internal walls of Seth's body. The force could be simply ignored as assumed pulsations, but she was sure that he'd notice, and perhaps her smirk would reveal all too easily that the motions were not a twitch but rather a mind game from the always playful Roslyn Charters.

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The Lesson Plan || Seth&Roslyn

It had been exactly a day since Seth’s meeting with Akongo. His back had been deeply bruised from being slammed up against that wall, and his neck was stained a deep purple from the Ordo leader’s grip. He was now slightly sore, but he ignored the dull ache in his muscles as he set off on his way down the halls. There was nothing he could do about it, but it seemed like he was the only one able to ignore his own injuries. People were staring at his throat, or eyeing him as if they were waiting for him to lash out.

Even in the short amount of time between now and their meeting yesterday, Seth had been thinking hard about everything said in that room last night. His leader was right; he was reckless and hardly paid mind to strategics. Usually, though, that worked in his favour. But Akongo was even more right when it came down to his partner on that mission. He had been given a tool and he had misused it — misunderstood what it meant to have her there and treated her like a guard animal. Roslyn may be some loud-mouthed little girl, but she was an asset, and being put in his place did not curve his need to be at the top of his rank.

He was making the girl his responsibility. He was going to teach her how to act and how to fight, how to use herself as a weapon as well as the people around her. If she was going to be a success, he was going to be the one to ensure it happened, and he meant to make that point right away. He didn’t even knock as he made it to Roslyn’s room and stepped inside. He didn’t look at her, just grabbed a shirt and sweatpants off of her floor and tossed them at her. “Get ready. We’re sparring today. Hurry up.”

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After bathing in her own isolation and focusing on her own endeavors for the time she managed to dodge extensive interaction, Roslyn wasn't loathing Seth's arrival nearly as much as she was afraid she would.

She hadn't really seen him since they split quite abruptly after returning from their most recent scenario in London, which she interpreted one way, but broadcasted another. No matter how she thought it affected her relationship with Seth, she had decided to sustain a monotone, plain and brutally effective personality on the outside. In this, she would appear still sociable in the right ways after that facade uncontrollably mixed with her own more sarcastic and potentially positive personality.

But more important than most things at the moment to Roslyn was the opportunity to prove herself, in some way, to Seth. It wasn't even about impressing Seth to her, but rather about getting him off of her back. She had always been the lower-ranked operative in the mix, but she grew extremely weary of being viewed as weak- or at least someone to refuse respect- and had decided that it was well past time to display her developed skills and her mental strength.

She didn't want to be anyone's responsibility or toy, as she wanted to be responsible for things that she would be treated with adequate praise for.

And she was laying in bed yet wide awake, thinking, when the blonde barged into her room, tossing clothing at her and- no shock- demanding something of her.

Rolling her eyes while still facing the wall, she turned over briefly, shutting her eyes and then opening them again as if to present the false fact that she was asleep before quickly rolling off of the bed, pulling the clothing over her undergarments quickly.

"Nice to see you too, Seth." She said in a harsh yet sarcastic tone. What had become known as, essentially, Roslyn's tone.

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Evolution || Self Para

The power-greedy and, put short, rebellious Roslyn Charters had misplaced the concept of rank within her mind. The matter of the fact was that you won't always be fond of your superiors, and she had a tough time accepting the idea.

After returning from London, she had come to the conclusion that, despite not being secure or safe in her own head, the most she could do is filter her speech and actions. Around the likes of Seth and Akongo, she knew she would have to keep things intrapersonal.

She had decided on isolation; for weeks, she stayed in her room, only leaving when absolutely necessary, and communicating only rarely, and only during the almost awkward confrontations with Seth Court that would arise upon these leaves.

She used her time alone to reflect on past events as well as her own situation in general, the own concept of her creation becoming seemingly dormant. She let it, her power and control complex, sit still in her mind and resonate as she wired herself to comprehend her own position. Her displayed behavior would have to be planned alongside her social standing in the Ordo.

It was almost as if that because her own personal power, and therefore, confidence as well, arose, she found it much simpler, or easier, to control her physical and ongoing outbursts, utilizing her unexplainable plain of existential being to level out her anger with reminders of her own abilities. It didn't take a lot of effort to enter this realm of her own control, and in that, possession became a simple part of her existence.

The full body control she had displayed in London only continued to grow. Large scale motor skill manipulation became a building block; presently, it was the starter kit in her embracing fine motor skill possession skills. From full body to arm, her current fixation on mastering the movement of fingers kept her busy the majority of the days. She knew that she was safe for now, and that progression with her own power would not only make her more confident, but would prove her value as an asset to the Ordo. Her power was on the rise.

And it was just about time to show Seth.

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Since I've been writing a hell of a lot lately, I think I'm going to prep a self para for tomorrow.

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Mother England || Seth&Roslyn

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Seth froze for a moment at the smack to his rear, and he watched the girl with raised eyebrows as she ran past him. He shook his head and started off after her. He made sure to keep an ear and eye out for anyone that might be coming after them, but there was no one. It was only moments before they reached their target. The pair made their way across the back lawn and made easy work of breaking into the back entrance. There was no one in the first hall, but the blonde kept well prepared for any attack they might face.

The blonde lead them through a small net of hallways without confrontation. It seemed that most of the operatives here were those that made up the group killed off by the last explosion. He wasn’t surprised. These groups were no large. They were their last hope, and they were blown off the pavement they were standing on. The main information centre of the building was a doorless room manned by two people operating the controls all around them. Seth pressed his back up against the wall of the corridor, aimed his cross bow, and shot a bolt through the skull of one of the men. The sound of his body slumping forward and the recoil of the bow alerted the second man. Seth let Roslyn take care of him, and he stepped over the body to the control panels.

The lycan spent a few minutes fiddling with the controls, sliding his PDA from his pocket and hooking it up to one of the panels. Every plan, map, and code held in the system before him was downloaded onto his device. When it was done, he started pressing keys, transferring all the information to the techs at the CASTLE headquarters. The boy’s lips ticked. He pulled his PDA and turned to his partner. “Your turn, Charters,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “Get us out of here.” He stood, stopping and watching over her shoulder as she made work of signalling for rescue.

“Great!” he said loudly once she’d finished. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of her chair, taking her back down the hall they came from and back toward the exit. Upon leaving the building, Seth paused. He took out a large portion of C4, hooking it up to the side. He then trailed along the side of the place, hooking up more C4 as he went. As he set up the last of the explosive, he turned to Roslyn. “This shit is going to blow a crater out of this place,” he said. “We need to get as far away from here as possible before we set it off. And since we have no other motive of transportation, we’re going to have to run it.” He stood straight, smiling at the girl for a second before starting to walk. He waited to hear her steps behind him before breaking out into a run.

He ran for about a mile through the city before bursting back into his lupine form. The trip was made easier due to his more advanced stamina. The miles passed quickly, but his lungs were beginning to burn. The city was far behind them when they finally came to a stop. Seth slowly transformed for the last time. He was breathing hard, and his hands were shaking as he pulled the detonator out of his bag. His lips curled into a smile,and he pulled his partner to his side, his grin turning wild as he looked at her. “You’re going to love this,” he said, and pressed his thumb down, setting off the pounds of explosives set up to the Buckingham palace. 

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Escorting themselves in through the back was just as simple as she had planned, and the first few rooms and hallways were generally empty. Abandoned, as one would hope. Caution grew, and when a crossbow bolt finally flew, Roslyn instinctively took out the alerted man by making a wide arced arch with her arm, flinging her knife directly into the chest of her target. She ran and swiftly pulled it from his abdomen, slitting his throat to finish him off. Luckily, the initial blow was enough to throw him back in the first place.

The control panel was directly behind the bodies, and Roslyn stepped back, peering around often as her blonde companion downloaded the needed files.

"Alright-" She said, sliding into the seat and typing quickly. Accessing the navigation panel, inputting coordinates... "I got it." Roslyn said proudly as she successfully managed a connection to their own HQ and sent the SOS code.

He tugged on her, guiding her to their next location once more.

Next thing she knew, they were running away from the palace. For... a while.

"Seth, what the hell." She said out of breathe, finally slowing down behind him, jogging things off before literally falling to the ground in shock over the loud noise of a large explosion from the direction they came.

la fin nigga

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Mother England || Seth&Roslyn

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With the whole chain of grenades going off at once, all Seth could see for a few moments was dust and smoke. The ground shook, and there was a loud ringing in Seth’s ear. When he was able to open his eyes, he was on the ground. The smell of burning flesh was thick, and he was covered in ash from the collapsed buildings and blood from the bodies of the operatives standing too near the source of the explosion.

The blonde made an attempt to wipe the dirt from his eyes and stand up. He was shaken, but after a minute, he was able to walk. The wound in his leg was throbbing, and the mix of dirt and sweat inside it was making it sting. He limped a few steps, but pushed through the pain and broke into a run. He was still disorientated slightly. His wounds were already beginning to heal, and once he got his bearings, he transformed, breaking into a full sprint in the direction that Roslyn had gone.

He’d run a few blocks before he came to a stop. The boy stood, turning human once more. He looked around for a minute and started jogging down a back road, looking through alleyways and the like, looking for any sign of his partner. He was trying his hardest to remain composed, but the truth of the matter was, leaving her here if she was still alive could put her into Alliance capture, and that was not something he was going to let happen.

He kept searching. After a few minutes, though, he saw her. He’d caught up with her, but she was still running. He pushed himself forward, not caring whether or not she was aware of his presence. He came upon her, grabbing her arm and abruptly dragging her down and alley. “Come on, Charters, hurry up!” he laughed. “One more thing we gotta do, then we’re outta here. And your experience with the communication devices in that place are going to help us.”

The boy let go of Roslyn’s arm and lead her down several small streets and alleys, smiling wildly the whole way. When they came upon the main street, he stopped sharp and turned to his partner. “I don’t know who else is around here. It’s almost impossible to tell the dispersal of people in a city like this, so we need to stay low.” He reached into his quiver and pulled a silver point bolt, slinging it into his crossbow. “Our target is, of course, the Buckingham Palace. It’s a straight shot down this street. We get in, send the information back to the CASTLE headquarters, signal for help, and send the place into the sky. Then we get the hell out of here.” He looked to his girl, smiling sweetly.

“Ready?”

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Roslyn kept sprinting, beginning to slow as fatigue grew its place into her body. Luckily for her, it seemed quite minor compared to what she had expected; being a lycan had many more perks than she had even thought of. Having an exquisite physique, being the top ability, in her eyes. The traversable urban environment kept her curious, but she stayed steady enough to gain the distance Seth has insisted on. The explosions consistently failed to shock her much, at that point. Seth knew what he was doing, and so, Roslyn had no choice but to trust him. On the battlefield, at the very least. Questioning his affiliations back home was different story, not that she hadn't already planned to keep to herself more often. People needed to be able to all work together well in combat, and that's what Roslyn would contribute to.

He came seemingly out of no where, and she couldn't help but to be glad that he was alive. Not that she had doubted it for long, but anything could happen, and fear of the Alliance was at an all time high, by then. She was growing, though. Becoming more and more capable of her ability as an individual. The Amazon had begun her growth, and her metacognitive discovery of improved augmentation under tight combat gave her even more confidence. 

"Seth, I hardly got my way out of there with that radio, I wouldn't call it experience." She said with a bright smile on her face, the adrenaline mixing with the excitement she was being fed my her seemingly positive partner. She knew that she could probably figure something out, so it was for the best that he did as he did and ignore her, grabbing her and continuing to run, navigating alley ways and streets. A few blocks passed, not that it seemed like much to her, or them, at that point. They began nearing a familiar spot, and Roslyn noticed that they were near where they had landed.

Seth stopped Roslyn abruptly, turning to her as the two hid just around a corner. He debriefed her and, uniformly, she computed the information and responded. She had become a much more efficient worker.

"Alrighty, captain." Roslyn said, allowing the tall blonde to turn around so that she had clear aim to slap his ass as hard as possible before running off towards the palace, laughing to herself as the two ran across the street and into the establishment through the back entrance.

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Mother England || Seth&Roslyn

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Seth ran, hard, toward the last of the HQs. He had to get there quickly; there’s no way that two explosions in a row wouldn’t alert the people there. When he came upon the scene of his partner fighting off the first few out of the building, he noticed that more were pouring out of the door. He needed to blow this place now to keep from being ambushed even harder than they were already. He pulled one of his few remaining explosive bolts from his quiver and, before any of the men noticed him, let it fly over them and destroy an entire side of the building. The thing toppled, killing anyone close enough to come under the rubble.

Most of the resistance operatives were headed towards Roslyn, most likely in an attempt to take out the lesser threat of the pair. The blonde transformed once more into his lupine self, throwing his whole body weight into the group. Most fell into the ground, one cracking her skull upon the pavement. He held his ground against the advancing group, keeping his teeth bared. He stood tall, towering over the people. He grabbed the arm of one man and spun him, throwing him chest first into the stone wall of a building nearby. He dug his claws into the throat of another, lifting him off the ground and crushing his windpipe. He felt a knife dig into the back of his leg. He let out a dog-ish whimper and became a man once more, retaliating by cracking the operative’s pelvis and tearing out her ribs.

As the last of his larger group fell into their own respective bloody heaps, Seth turned to see how his girl was doing and, after quick examination, realized she was manipulating her attackers’ bodies. He let out a laugh, stepping quickly to her side to fight off the last of the men. “That’s my girl!” he yelled above the sounds of the fight. Together the pair slaughtered the men still fighting. There was a pause, but through his heavy breathing, the tall boy could hear the sound of gunshots. Sure enough a group of twenty men were coming toward them, knives and guns and other weapons in their hands. “That’ll be the last of them from the information centre,” he said. He grabbed her arm and pulled her close, making sure she could clearly hear his next orders. “You need to get out of here. Go that way-” he pointed in the direction opposite of where he knew the Buckingham Palace was, “-and I’ll find you after. If you transform, you’ll be able to run faster.” Roslyn looked like she was going to object, but Seth cut her off before she could, speaking hard. “Don’t fucking argue with me and get your ass moving. You’re going to get us killed.”

The blonde pulled his last explosive bolt from his quiver, cocking it back and aiming. As the group came closer, he felt bullets grazing his arms and burying themselves into his hands, but he did not falter. He noticed a belt of grenades on the hips of one operative, and his lip curled into his insane animalistic smile. He aimed for her, and as he let the bolt fly, he only hoped that Roslyn had taken his advice and run as fast and far away as possible.

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Shortly after she had realized his presence had neared, the explosive bolt's impact with the building not far from her alerted her to shift the battlefield's direction. Her swings began taking a different approach; she attempted to back up slowly, bringing the battle to her fellow operative to ease the load on the both of them.

As swinging her knife became tiring and far too repetitive, she began wielding her mind as a weapon more and more often. She found herself capable of possessing the entire bodies of the henchman with ease; she could mindlessly attack her enemies in her own body while killing others with the shell of another. And she did. Her preferred targets were the throats of her enemies, as it made her job that much easier. She'd, without a doubt, remember to pack more weapons next time, even if the aid of the henchmen themselves was a great asset to her. The entire concept of controlling other people and utilizing other weapons had to suit her.

She smirked brightly at the praise from her blonde partner, thinking highly of his praise. Being wrapped up in her own fight prevented her from being too concerned by Seth's conflict previously, but when her attention was called by him running up next to her, she listened carefully, undeniably considering insisting she stay and help, but not taking long after his demand to start running. She headed off into the general direction he had pointed, checking herself for everything she had came with, always doing an inventory check before wandering far. Her mind began to wander.

It didn't take long. With the constant oncoming emotional turmoil, and not to mention the urge, in battle, to be vicious, it wasn't long before Roslyn felt it upon her. She burst into her lupine form, sprinting faster than previously in the general direction. She didn't know where or why she was running, but after her previous encounter with Seth the ripper and her arms, she'd rather not question him. Thoughts flew through her mind. Maybe he was blowing something up? Was he sacrificing himself? No, that would just be plain stupid.

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Mother England || Seth&Roslyn

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While Roslyn was yelling, four men were coming upon her from behind. Seth’s eyes widened. As quickly as he could, the spun the girl around, twisting her skeleton from the outside so she was facing her attackers. He reeled his fist back, throwing his weight forward. The bones from her arms tore through her muscle and out her wrists, impaling the operatives through their hearts. The girl fell, screaming, to the ground. The blonde grabbed her by the back of her collar, spinning her around to face him. His face was red, his teeth bared. ”I told you to run,” he screamed. “You do what I tell you to do it when I tell you to do it. You die out here, you’ll be left behind. But if you fuck up this mission because of your own stupidity, it’s on you, and I will not defend you in front of Akongo. Do you hear me?”

Roslyn, didn’t answer; she was just staring hard back at him. Seth’s anger grew, and he let out a large wolf-ish bark. “I SAID DO YOU HEAR ME?”

He held her for a moment longer before throwing her onto the ground. He held out his arms, taking an angry breath in, and as quickly as possible grew her skeleton back. He hooked his hand under her arm and shoved her forward. “Go now! I can take care of them.” He spun himself around and cocked a silver point into his crossbow. He shot down one of the last few men and tore at the next of them with his knife, ripping their flesh to shreds and snapping their vertebrae just to make sure they were dead. When the last of them had fallen, he looked quickly about, relieved to see that his partner was not on the street any longer. The lycan pulled back yet another explosive-point bolt and destroyed the building the men and women had come from before turning around and sprinting down the next few blocks, not knowing what could have possibly happened to his fellow operative since he turned his back on her.

[roslyncharters-blog]

The panic of forcibly and somewhat painfully losing control of her own body and feeling herself turn around was short lived to the excruciating agony of the various bones throughout her arm rocketing out of her arm and flying towards the henchmen, her own body used as a weapon through projectiles. She, quite obviously, couldn't help but to wonder what had just happened in the back of her mind as she fell to the ground, screaming bloody murder at the, put lightly, stinging in her arms. 

Her hectic mind took precedence over her shrieks, however, and she hardly actively processed her physical surroundings for a few moments as she carelessly shook on the ground. She assumed an awkward position between kneeling and standing.

It didn't take long for ever Roslyn's bare minimal instinctual, and by that point, animalistic, background thought process to come to the subtle and seemingly obvious conclusion that Seth has used his power to manipulate her bones, both when she was violently turned around and when her own bones flew out of her arm.

She was roughly spun  around by Seth, who proceeded to scream to her face. She heard him and what he said, perhaps even processing it, yet still refusing to answer, largely from shock. When he bellowed even louder, she shook her head resentfully, unsure of what other response would be appropriate while she continuously suffered from the intolerable pain.

The odd sensation of her bones growing back shocked her almost as much as when they were ripped out of her. She felt herself being shoved forward and she began running, moving her arms more than needed as she was shocked at the fact that she had regained functionality so quickly, detaching her knife from her belt once more to prepare for slaughter once again. She runs towards the next HQ, glad that word of their invasion hadn't completely spread there as of yet.

A few alerted fighters exit the building, and she engages in combat with them, unsure of where Seth is. Slicing apart the henchman, however, gives her a bit of time to somewhat mindlessly ponder the events that had just taken place. She begins using her power on her own, in miniscule ways. Disabling limbs. Preventing triggers. She desires power and control.

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Mother England || Seth&Roslyn

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Seth wasted no time in taking out the resistance operatives the emerged from the first HQ they approached. He fired the bolt already slung in his crossbow to take out the closest man to them, running past the next man and letting Roslyn let loose on him. The sound of blood spilling across the ground around them excited the boy, and in his energy rush, he transformed into his lupine self, pinning the woman coming at him with a dagger to the ground, biting into her human throat and tearing the flesh from her neck. As the next operative came at him, the lycan stood, quickly turning human again to tear the femurs out of him, completely ripping his major arteries and letting him quickly bleed out on the ground.

The blonde sunk a couple of his throwing knives into the last few people running toward his friend. As they fell, he quickly cocked an explosive-point bolt into his crossbow, aiming toward the bottom of the building and letting it fly. The place toppled, collapsing on itself and easily killing anyone else left inside. Seth turned quickly, tearing his throwing knives out of the necks of the men on the ground, and tearing past Roslyn. “Let’s go! There’s no way no one heard that. They’ll be on us in no time now, and we need to hurry to the next one.”

Just as he had predicted, as the pair turned around the corner of the street onto the next one, about a dozen operatives were running toward them. Seth turned and saw another dozen or so moving in behind them. They were completely surrounded. Seth took his larger butterfly knife in his fist and tore at one of the groups running toward them. He pulled the ribs out of one man, slit the throat of another, broke the pelvis of a woman and tore out the fragments, stabbing her in the heart to take her out. He grabbed the arm of a man attempting to throw a punch at the taller boy’s jaw and used his body as a wrecking ball, tossing him into the next four coming at him. He shot another explosive-point at a small building above the operatives, letting the rubble crush them. He turned toward Roslyn and called to her. “The next one is two blocks away. Go now! I’ll meet you there and finish it off. It’s the last one. Go!” 

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Though being somewhat surprised at Seth's use of his lycan form, Roslyn chose to continue slicing away at their opponents. A few men surrounded her; only being able to take out a few of them with her knife in a melee manner, she flung it but the blade at the last remaining, smirking as it lodged itself into the man's skull and throwing him backwards. 

She jumped forward, ripping the sharp object out of the man's corpse before sprinting on. After a while, the knife really did begin to feel a bit like an extension of herself, and Roslyn did find ease with killing. Using a bit of possessing was her little secret. Sometimes, it was preventing the enemy from firing some sort of weapon, or swinging at her. She enjoyed it all the same, and it allowed her to connect to the battle even more. She felt the lives she once detected as strong presences dying before her eyes, and it gave her a sense of accomplishment.

No matter what they did, no matter how many they both killed, they just kept coming. Roslyn swung her knife repeatedly once again feeling a rage within her. The slicing became easier and easier, and the act of slaughtering everyone around them seemed simpler.

"What, are you kidding? I can't just leave you here, Seth!" Roslyn screamed over the pure sound of war; everything from the screams to the sound effects of the slaughterings. The violent yet somewhat contained battleground would be the gravesite of many, and yet despite Seth's established strength, she didn't find the risk of continuing on and leaving him by himself worth it. "They won't stop coming, and they probably aren't gonna die out for a while!"

[temerariouscourt]

Mother England || Seth&Roslyn

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Seth was sliding his throwing knives into the sheaths on his belt when Roslyn approached him. He chuckled lightly at the exasperated tone in the girl’s voice. “Relax,” he said, looking up at the large building in front of them. “This place isn’t exactly the epicenter of royalty it was fifty years ago.” The blonde was sorting through the vials in his bag, reorganizing everything and checking that his instruments and the like were definitely sorted out. “Those resistance groups I mentioned on the ride over here use this building as an informational epicenter. They’re small, but they all seem to be working together in some way, so all their plans are probably in the computers in this building.

“So, here’s what’s happening,” he continued, cocking a silver-pointed bolt into his cross bow, aiming at a bird flying over-head and letting a test shot fly. He struck the animal and it fell to the ground at his feet. The point was stuck clear through its eye and out the back of its skull. The lycan pulled the bolt, wiping the blood off on his pants and slung it back into his weapon. “We’re going cut the communication these places will have to each other and the Alliance, if there are any. Chances are they’ll still have some way to get information back here but that shouldn’t really be a problem. We go dismantle a few of the small HQs. Lucky enough for us, they’re all around the same couple of blocks. We cause as much damage as possible, the people here-” he pointed up at one of the towers above them, “-get word that the Ordo’s top assassin’s in town, they send out their best people — which, considering the size of these groups and our research, means most of the people working here — after us.”

Seth tightened the straps on his gloves and wiped away sweat that was quickly beading around his brow and upper lip, smearing the blood already on his skin further across this face. “We make quick enough work of them and make it back here, get inside, intercept any information we can from them, set up a couple pounds of C4 and-” the boy stopped, smiling like a feral animal and taking a step forward so he was nearly chest-to-chest with the girl. “Boom.”

Seth turned swiftly and started walking quickly around one side of the building, heading for the small group of streets where the HQs were located. “Let’s go, Charters. We’ve got a lot of work to do.” He pulled his PDA out of his pocket, initiating the satellites that would block out the communication between the HQs, mumbling to himself, “Time to squirm, filth.”

[roslyncharters-blog]

This place isn’t exactly the epicenter of royalty it was fifty years ago.

"Glad to hear?" Roslyn said, chuckling for a moment. Her history wasn't the best, but she knew a healthy amount of geography and enough of the world's past to judge fairly.

"So basically, it's their propaganda HQ." She said as she cracked and stretched each portion of her body, taking fond to the fact that she had a tendency to travel lightly.

"As long as I don't really have to worry about anything sensitive, I can stick to just fucking shit up." Roslyn mumbled as she skimmed the side of her boot with the long knife, chortling to herself.

"So... boom." She said, smirking at the tall man before shaking her head spastically. He parted and she followed close behind, swinging her blade through the air.

The yard that they landed on may have been longer than planned, but the minute long walk felt like only a second when the minions approach the two operatives, bum rushing them as if they were puny threats. The sound of the recoil echoes into Roslyn's ear drums as she brutally slides her cutting edge across one of the henchman's throats. 

The screams of violence had never fed Roslyn like they did then. Was Seth really making her this blood thirsty? Or perhaps it was her isolation. The screams triggered by the snake's fangs fed a thirst within her. The group of five or seven men were gone in no time, she only having the pleasure of ending one other with a deep penetration of the stomach. 

Her vision blurred, and she felt it for the first time. The blood of the savage ran through her veins, and for the first time, she felt like a lycan. Or at least, that's what her idea of a lycan was. And it was all on solid ground until the sound of an explosion brought her back to her senses.