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《۞》⁓ A sigil appears overhead, lone figure creeping out of a radiating portal. Waving jovially, a whimsical voice accompanied motion.
" Oi, couldn’t help but notice your nice little display of fireworks! "
She couldn't have expected no one to notice, right?
Guardian Challenge|| Chained Embers
Oz doesn’t wake up in his apartment that morning. Instead, his eyes squint open, head pounding as if he were experiencing the hangover his friend Qrow is prone to, to a room very much like the one he arrived in this city to begin with. He scans his surroundings carefully. There’s a TV screen, flickering in front of him. His cane is by his side, thank goodness, along with a remote with only a play button. As he pats down his chest to make sure Leo’s trinket is still there (it is) he notices something on his wrist, a bracelet?
But the most surprising and disturbing discovery is noticing the glass wall right next to him, through which his room is almost mirrored, except for one thing. The young woman waking up in that room is Cinder Fall, the person who fatally attacked Amber, who stole the Fall maiden’s powers, who he apparently fought, and who personally killed Pyrrha Nikos.
To say the Headmaster is startled is a vast understatement; he had no idea of Cinder even being in the city, but then again, he hadn’t noticed the White Fang until they paid him a personal visit. Keeping his eyes, now narrowed and angry, on her, he grasps for his cane without looking and hits the remote instead. The Video starts to play and he whips his head around as it relays its message and purpose:
“As everyone knows, the truly savvy keep their friends close and their enemies closer. Two bracelets have been distributed between you and one Cinder Fall. If you attempt to go outside of a 10 ft. radius from one another, the both of you will suffer debilitating electric shocks. If one of you tries to kill the other, the both of you will die. Survive 48 hours under these conditions.”
Oh, Oum... This was the scientist’s plan? He lean his head back against the wall that’s been supporting him and closes his eyes. How much did they even know about him and her? Enough to concoct something like this clearly, but the thought is still disturbing, almost as disturbing as the next 48 hours will be.
He notices the doors far across from them open on either side, but makes no motion to move or leave. Instead, he grips his cane tight and watches his fellow ‘captive’ movements. This could be hell, or even be worse depending on how things play out and he certainly wasn’t going to start them both right off the bat with those shocks. So, he settles for silent observation, with some not- so-subtle subdued glowering, at least for now.
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2 hot ( hot damn )
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▐█⋮ ✖✖ “Pardon my intrusion,” That’s how he would start off, followed by a gentle tap on the shoulder to get the woman’s attention without startling her with his sudden appearance. Upon his arrival, Ironwood was kept in the dark about most things..even back in vale, he didn’t know the woman before him was in fact; Cinder Fall. “I’m looking for civilians who happen to know about the people who run this city. Do you happen to acquire any information?”
His military status meant nothing here, but for her it probably had some meaning back home. Ironwood would relax his shoulders a bit, arms folded behind his back as he stood at full attention. “It’ll be helpful to learn all that I’ve missed.”
♚ Tᴡᴏ-Tɪᴍᴇʀ ♟
His days in Hive City up until now had been a precarious balance between play, pleasure, and the ever-dreaded pressures that accompanied overseeing an organization of such girth. Crime couldn’t simply run itself after all; a lesson Roman had done well to take straight to heart. Unfortunately, the occasional tete-a-tete betwixt prospective partners was simply a must in terms of fostering a happy and healthy dictatorship among scumbags and thieves. Though of course, establishing power itself was something of a cinch compared to keeping it...
“My...well if this isn’t an awkward situation.” Alight with his usual amusement stood the redhead’s tone, a bottle of amber liquid frozen in the intended act of re-filling the crystalline tumbler staged before him. In the silence to follow was the minute shift of ice audible, two sets of eyes much in favor of the silhouette framed against Roman’s door rather than the simple (insufferable) pleasures the pair had engaged in now and again.
A beat followed before the kingpin resumed the pouring of his drink, something of a low hum transcending lips sealed shut. One ounce. Two. Four. Ice bobbed precariously close to the top by the time he’d nearly emptied the contents of the bottle into his glass. So following did he rise and, having exchanged his grip on the container for the aforementioned glass, take a healthy swig of honeyed liquor intended to see him through what was a most egregious challenge ahead.
“Doesn’t anyone ever think to knock these days?”
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Cinder and Ash
While Babbage had little reputation within this city-- something which bothered him slightly, having grown a mild disgust at how little people knew of his Difference and Analytical Engines-- the man within the armor would often proclaim his endeavors to those whom were interested in his appearance. Yes, after all, despite his monstrous, possibly ugly form to some, it was one he was quite proud of. It was the crystallization of his dream, after all.
And a man who wasn’t proud of his dreams was hardly a man at all, was he?
But still, he had some reputation because of this. And the exploits of one person always had a way of making it to the ears of others if announced often and loudly enough. He had never been personally hunted down before, however. That is to say... not until today.
Perusing the smog-filled Sector oo3 with interest (particularly at those nuclear reactors he had heard about), Caster had felt for some time that he was being watched.
It wasn’t a servant. And he doubted it was a thug, either-- seeing how a shank to his armor wouldn’t quite work, even if it was weakened slightly since his summoning here.
But whoever this mysterious person was, he didn’t regard them.
... That is to say, he didn’t regard them until they finally approached him.
“... Finally,” Babbage exclaimed. “I’d been wondering when you’d come forth.”
“You certainly took your sweet time.”
Steam vented through his suit as he turned to the dark haired woman with interest.
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switcheroo!
Her origins are murky at best.
Some say that she was an adopted Nightsister, trained in the ways of the witches of Dathomir, using the dark side to conjure spells. Some say she’s a dark Jedi; one who had fallen for the dark side, choosing to follow it instead of the Jedi way. Others claim she’s a rogue Mandalorian, hailing from the splinter group known as the Death Watch.
Whatever the case, Cinder Fall, as she is known, is one of the galaxy’s most accomplished criminals, independent of the notorious Hutts and syndicates such as the Black Sun.
With her own little group, she took several planets by surprise, often robbing and sabotaging entire cities with careful schemes. Witnesses were scarce. Most ended up dead.
Cinder fought like a Mandalorian warrior. However, she relied on her cunning more than her strength, defeating foes strategically and surgically. Like the Mandalorians that some claim she’s a part of, Cinder has a wide array of weaponry on her. From vibroknives to energy bows, smokebombs, ion grenades and even a lightsaber shoto with an orange blade.
Like the Jedi, she is trained in their martial ways, seemingly a Force-sensitive as well, but none could ever prove it. Yet, she can combat Jedi with ease, owing even more to her mysterious origins.
She can seemingly conjure spells of sorts, like the arcane magicks of the Nightsisters. Some dismiss it as mere parlor trick. Others believe she could really do the things she does in tandem with her weapons.
Whatever the case, those who have heard of Cinder Fall or even remotely aware of her existence, were wise to double up their security.
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ALLIES were in such short supply. His order had become practically non-existant within the confines of the city, leaving Kylo Ren quite literally alone and apart from his resources. He needed other ways of getting what he needed. That meant forming uneasy partnerships with the ones who more familiar with the city's inner workings.
THAT meant working with those who as devious as they were cunning. Ruthless and determined to get what they want, no matter the cost. Naturally, Kylo had attracted a handful of such individuals, with one more added through an arranged meeting.
SHE looked the part, he noted. Her manner of dress had a fiery allure, evoking the embers that danced around coal and soot. Her eyes looked sharp and deviously calculating and Ren could sense the intense desire in her heart. One of lust for power. He stepped forward, flinging a near lifeless body at her feet with his raw, unfocused strength.
"THE next time you want to talk to me, find me yourself. I do not appreciate being followed and watched by some lowly thug." The man on the ground coughed and wheezed, indicating that he'd been severely choked. "HE told me to meet you here. ADAMANT, even though I wanted to crush his throat. WHO are you, and what do you want, woman?"
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