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 Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 1:03 am
Phoebe tilted her head slightly, raising an eyebrow at Vincent's sudden 'admission' of loneliness.
She would have probably been more sympathetic towards him had she not been thinking along a similar line long ago. 'Somethings really isn't right here…how is he always one step ahead?' shaking her head Phoebe brushed the thought away for a moment, hopefully she wouldn't be here long enough to start debating on the extent of this mans powers. Her guard wasn't going to drop that easily, after all her farther had taught her to be paranoid before she could properly walk.
Her eyes slid to the clock mounted on the opposite wall, it had only been five minuets.
"Don't you have friends in the office? Even in such a high powered job some of your staff must make idle chit-chat with you? I find cleaners are always happy you " At the school Phoebe worked at a lot of the teachers were friendly with one-another. You always had the odd one or two that would generally spoil an otherwise easy atmosphere but it never really put a dampener on her day and until now she had never thought how lucky she was to have such considerate colleagues.
She subconsciously ran a hand through her blue locks and nodded, both she and Trent got that a lot "My brother takes after our mother and I take after our farther…it's a pretty off colour but it is one hundred percent natural" There was a slight, almost unnoticeable, bitter tinge in the woman's voice as she mentioned her farther.
"What about yours? its pretty bright blond of a guy, did you bleach it?" Phoebe grinned and glanced at Vincent's mussed hair.
((That pretty much hits the nail on the head! Don't worry about it we all have things we need to do ^^))
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 1:11 am
((For the win! ))
"It's natural." He replied, looking up at a loose strand and playing with it. "Though, if you asked me where I got it from, I wouldn't be able to tell you. I think my mother was a brunet, and I don't remember my father, of if I even had legal one."
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 1:39 am
((Ok this might be a waste of space, but the last post is in a different page and I'm not sure if you'll see it if I edit the last post. Just wanted to say thank you very much snuggs <3
Oh right found a good reason to post this XD, my exam is coming up next week so you might not see me until next friday? I'm not so sure but saying it first just to be on the safe side. Maybe I can still follow the online time in my signature, but if I'm missing feel free to move my character too. ; w ; ))
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 2:54 am
Coil had only eaten a few candies, nothing compared to how many Serene had taken down. He patiently waited in the room alone after Serene took Voltedge elsewhere. He wasnt exactly sure of the time, and since they were trapped inside a windowless room he could only guess "I'd say its about 6..." He said, almost certain he had it right. When the girl mentioned going out Coil brightened up a little "would you mind if I tagged along?" He asked.
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 5:56 am
Six, not too late, not too early either, it was Serene's favorite time. "You should, all of us should go." She replied, smiling. "I need to buy, those workbooks for VoltEdge, cup noodles, candy, and...." Listing the things she needed to buy, lost in thought, when she realized she was still with Coil and VoltEdge she stopped. "Oh... Let's go."
The clicking and klacking of the old antique key on the old antique door was the only sound that could be heard in this district of Verone. The rumors of the haunted library made people become fearful of what will come out of the library at evening. Unbeknownst to them, it was only Serene leaving to go buy things at a store, but now, it's not only Serene, but also with other company. "We'll be going back to the same district, the place where we met you. Hopefully that spiked person already left..." Despite what she said, Serene isn't too worried with him coming back, the darker it is, the more she becomes stronger, darkness being easier to manipulate and shaped. She then remembered about another person who is joined the fight earlier, what could he want from being in between the spiked person and Coil? Is he possibly a hero? Noticing the silence, Serene decided to not think about it for the moment and spoke out. "Are you planning to buy something? We're going to reach the district soon enough, it's not going to be as quiet anymore." Indeed, people are now seen walking on both side of the street, though not as crowded, you can tell that a commercial district is nearby.
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 7:50 am
Phoebe nodded her head slowly, watching as Vincent played with the strand of hair
"It's not unusual for children to not know their parent's. In this city its normal to not know one of them"
Really she and Trent had been lucky enough to know both of their parents and (for a little while at least) get along with them. Over all she couldn't fault her family life, even with her farther obsessive training regime she still had a family to turn to in times of need.
She couldn't help the slight giggle "Thats a very old fashioned way of thinking you know. Not all families are made through marriage. Did you ever try and find him?"
Phoebe blushed and looked back at the wall as if it had suddenly done something interesting. She had never meant to ask such a personal question, especially to a stranger but today her in-brain filter just didn't want to work with her.
'That was't meant to come out. Idiotidiotidiot!' The blue haired woman gave a sheepish laugh and scratched the back of her head as she continued to mentally berate herself "s-sorry. I didn't mean to ask a personal question. That was really rude of me, you don't have to answer"
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"You know, you have quite an impressive set of lungs on you" There was an icy chuckle just behind the original Armand's left ear, followed by a sound that could only be described as a 'purr'.
Mason Aver, resident of the South district wear houses and currently deceased member of the Animus had been haunting these abandoned buildings for just over a year (in his calculation).
His new lodger, Armand Castle was a fascinating subject and was, as of this moment, currently his newest 'Hauntee'.
Mason had been watching The Gent for a few days now as he and his multiple copies made themselves at home in the dilapidated space. He had to admit he found his new lodger(s) antics highly amusing, especially when it came to trying to gather new Hero's to the cause.
Of course Mason had seen super powered beings before, he had been one of them for a long time but there was something about Armand that to him seemed completely human (though most things seemed human to a ghost). Unlike a lot of the Animus, Barbus & Hero's, Armand's power still made him human. He had to rely on his knowledge of weapons, he
The temporary lighting that had been rigged up flicked ominously before dying all together, plunging Armand and the few clones left behind into a gloomy grey light.
"Think you can do it again for me?" If it was't just being in the presents of an undead member that made Armand ill it would be the dangerously flirtatious tone that Mason was using that would.
((Sorry Cake, you are now being haunted by a Bisexual, pervert Ghost ^^; Won't be on tonight as I'm knackered. Lollie feel free to Move Farah around in IC - Promise I will be back tomorrow nigh))
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 1:59 pm
The two clones in the guise of the gent could hardly wait for the kid to snap out of it. One of them stood impatiently out of the car and after grabbing the boy, shoved and fitted him to the back seat. Set, the clone got back in, and they drove off. The hard part was how they could not actually go anywhere, except the boy's accommodation, and then back to base. Tracking equipment, surveillance, spy networks, resources, contacts, everything lacked so very much. A man and his copies did not make a league.
The driver looked back at Trent levelly and sighed when the boy still seemed so stricken. "Lad, we're gonna drive up to your campus. You're gonna get your things, come back, and we'll head on. Do you understand?" The clone spoke clearly and patiently, but his mind was wrought with concern.
Armand himself was seated on a cheap and lumpy mattress, with a pillow and blanket strewn about, knees tucked to his chest and face a blank mask. He was in a small room in a corner of the building, and the plain gray walls were mostly covered in glass that let whoever occupied it look outside to the rest of the warehouse. The ghost that haunted their current premises had become a part of daily life, and was the biggest reason Armand wanted to be outside of it often. Which made it worse since the clones could hardly agree on that. Even so, now, the man did not stir. After his earlier awakening, and scream, he had sunken to... Whatever the current state he was in was.
It was another clone that took up the ghost's jest. He had come to the doorway and stared through Mason's couple of lines before audibly clearing his throat. It was number 4, and in no way recognizeable as such. His clothes were a white t-shirt and black trousers. They shopped somewhere cheap and simple.
"Mason... Number One died. Leave him be," the clone called in a monotone voice, his tired eyes going over the disheartened leader before settling on the ghost. "It's the first time, since he's been back. He'll get over it."
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 7:23 pm
"My things?" Trent asked. Were these guys aware of his hero persona? Not even his sister knew. Had they been watching him the whole time? He was kind of hoping that's what the one clone was meaning, as that's what he wanted to do.
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 9:13 pm
Vincent was silent for a moment before looking into her eyes. "They sold me to the government without a second thought for just two hundred dollars. As I was carried out the door, I still remember my mother thanking the heavens that the 'bothersome thing' was gone. I don't want to meet them." He told her calmly with a serious expression.
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 12:44 pm
"Bothersome...Thing? You mean..because of..." Phoebe trailed off remembering Vincent's sheer loss of control over his powers. She couldn't keep the tinge of pity from showing as she looked at the man sat next to her.
The room fell silent as Phoebe sat there knees still drawn up to her chest and finger fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. "Did you get a nice foster family at least?" The woman's question was innocent enough, after all she didn't know who was even sat in the government cabinet let alone that they had committed atrocities beyond any made up TV show.
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Mason paused in his torment of the original Armand and grinned at number Four as he asked him to stop. "Well seeing as you are one of my favourites" The man vanished with little more then a flicker and reappeared behind the casually dressed clone.
The lights flickered back on as Mason stood next to the fourth copy of the currently traumatised Hero, his arms crossed as he nonchalantly leaned on the one he had affectionally dubbed as honey (if only to aggravate the man)
"Must be awful reliving death over and over again. Going through it once was bad enough, you know?" He pinched fours cheek playfully the motion seeming less then affectionate with the ice like chill that would have washed over the mans skin "It really was a gruesome death to, I didn't look half this handsome when they finished with me, you know?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 12:54 pm
"My powers didn't develop until my teenage years." He replied. "Foster family?" He asked then laughed at her innocence. "As if I would be given such kindness. No. What I went through was much worse." He muttered, closing his eyes and showing her a quick flash of some of his memories. "But that is a tale for a different time." He smiled when suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "I wonder..." He muttered, getting up and walking to the door, opening it. A man stood there with a fancy strawberry cake.
"Y-your order sir." The man said.
"Ah, thank you." He replied, pulling out a debit card and paying for the cake before taking it. He closed and locked the door before setting the cake onto the coffee table.
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 1:39 pm
Phoebe buried her face between her knees, her hands clutching desperately at her head to was the sudden stabbing pain. Dark, haunting images of blurred faces, gleaming white tiles and unbearably harsh laughter drifted in-between an on place in her mind, neither conscious or subconscious like watching a living nightmare.
Her body shook violently and even as the images slowed and finally stopped she found herself begging to forget those terrible images. She didn''t understand how she could imagine those images. Phoebe had never seen that place in her life but they were vivd, as if they formed a part of her own memories.
A small nagging voice in the back of her head, one that hadn't been scrambled by the sudden mental assault could only find one explanation 'were they...his?'
At the sound of the door Phoebe raised her head, quickly standing so she could get a better look at who the visiter was. A small glimmer of hope bubbled in her chest as she listened carefully for Trent's voice, Half hoping and half dreading his arrival. There was a pause as Vincent exchanged a few words and the door shut.
The moment he turned around Phoebe's hope died. It was a neat white box with a renowned bakeries name delicately inked into the sides. Slowly she sat back on the sofa, her eyes never leaving the box as it was deposited on the table. She looked like a little girl who had just had her dreams crushed.
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 1:54 pm
"Why so gloomy?" He asked, opening the box as his powers retrieved a dulled butter knife, two small plates, and two forks from the kitchen. He checked the knife as it landed in his hand. After all, he wanted to be safe in case she got any funny ideas. He then turned and looked at her. "How big of a slice do you want?" He asked her.
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 2:31 pm
"N-nothing" Phoebe kept her gaze level with the cake holding her hands up to indicate that she only wanted a small portion. Really she was glad that Trent wasn't getting mixed up in this mess but a small, selfish part of the woman had wanted it to be her brother at the door.
Her eyes slid to the door for a few seconds, studying it. After her last attempt she was in no mood (or physical shape) to try and bead Vincent to the door again so she was going to have to come up with something if he decided he wasn't going to let her just waltz out of their after eating cake.
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2013 2:39 pm
"Alright then." He said, cutting up the cake and handing her a small slice. He cut one for himself and began to eat the small slice. When he was finished, he set the small plate and fork down on the coffee table.
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