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 Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 5:20 am
"Indeed, and it is beautiful." He replied back. "Come now. You want to see him don't you?" He told her.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 12:47 pm
Danica's eyes narrowed suspiciously, hidden by the shadow of her hood, but she didn't want to leave Phoebe. Not when her friend looked so upset. The way the blue-haired woman was cradling that flower pot made her look like a scared child holding a teddy bear, and Danica didn't really trust any of the others there. "I will come," she said. But only to make sure Phoebe's okay.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 1:32 pm
Trent was startled when a voice suddenly was heard behind him and jumped slightly. When he heard what Mason said his surprise turned to rage and he turned around to aim a punch at Mason's face.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 2:04 pm
Mason pulled a face and watched as Trent's fist sank straight through his body, causing his image to ripple and distort like disturbed water.
The spirit cackled and moved forward, his face uncomfortably close to the the younger Kyle "Well I can see you aren't the brightest bulb in the box there are you. Lashing out at a spirit, very clever" He gave Trent a wink and moved through the boy the temperature in the hall way seeming to drop with each passing second as Mason stopped flickering.
"I'm just trying to prepare you. If your sister does come back I'm simply warning you that she may be hard to recognise"
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Phoebe scowled and scanned the area once more, her eyes landed on the hooded figure of Danica and she offered a weak smile in the hero's direction though it was little more then a twitch that barely lifted the corners of her mouth.
'G-give me one good reason I should believe you. I can't even see you!..'
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 2:14 pm
'Let me put it this way.' he told her. 'I can read your mind, which is how I can hear you now. You think I can't also hear the minds of everyone else around you? Even if you don't trust me, there's always the possibility that, assuming I'm evil and trying to trick you, I could go directly to him and hurt him if you don't comply. You wouldn't want that, would you?' He finished.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 2:31 pm
Trent shivered as Mason passed through him. He then turned around to face the man again. "Who...or what are you?" he asked, a little taken aback. Especially when his fist went right through Mason.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 3:05 pm
Mason Chuckled and lent closer to Trent, resting an arm lazily about his shoulder "Well you see it's not a case of who or what I am now but a case of who I was. You see..." He waved a transparent hand in front of the blue haired males face as if to emphasise his point. "I'm dead or supposed to be. Call me what you like, spirit, demon, apparition I'm currently haunting you and your companions...or just watching you in the show what ever one I feel like doing at the time"
Unhooking his arm from Trent's neck Mason drifted back, idly sitting in the air as if it were solid. "Mason Aver~ though our masked friend tends to call me a variety of different pet names, some of which aren't suitable for such young ears"
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'You leave my brother out of this!' the thought came out as little more then a jumbled snarl, Vincent had very much touched a nerve with that one last comment. There was a brief pause in Phoebe'a train of thought as she worked to place the voice. It was sickeningly familiar....
'..Why don't you stop skulking around....and come out here so I can smack you in the head with this god dam flowerpot' apparently she had managed to place the voices owner and Phoebe was less then happy.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 3:10 pm
'What a waste. I thought you liked growing things. Roses are beautiful flowers, and the fact that they were treated like trash hurt me quite a bit. It could become so beautiful when given proper care, and I was sure you would make them look quite lovely.' He said smoothly.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 3:19 pm
"You're a spirit? A dead person?" Trent asked. He never really considered life after death. He was always focused on stuff in life. He wasn't a spiritual person either. For him it was always science. "So...so what kind of powers do you have?" Trent asked Mason.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 4:26 pm
lil_lollypop1 (( Yeah, but that doesn't really help the rogues or villains... though I've been thinking about making one of my rogue character ideas side hero-ish. I was going to wait until Aya has more free time. >.<)) [[No, it really doesn't, yet, but a group of heroes will demand more focused RPing from a group of villains later on. Since there are so many more villains I was kinda expecting them to be easily able to mingle anyway and RP Barbus V Animus, at least until we can get the Hero League reborn bit done.]] Well at least one of them agreed. The hopeful one, at that. Of course if it was a villain he had a gun under the car seat ready for that. The clone took hold of the strangely jumpy Phoebe who's head went around the place, and pushed her on. "What's up?" He demanded quietly, at the same time he encouraged the girl to get into the car. The door was left open after Phoebe for the other lady to follow.
The clone himself proceeded to get adjusted in the driver's seat, ready for when the other two were.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 4:55 pm
Mason couldn't help but laugh at the boy's naivety "Yes though I would prefer the term living impaired, I may be dead but I have feelings to" though judging by the large cheshire cat grin on his face Trent hadn't even come close to denting the ghosts feelings.
"If you must know I've had these powers my whole life...or...what there was of it. Possession of people and objects" Mason gestured to his floating form with a nonchalant wave "Obviously physics really aren't to much of a problem for me and yes I do have a tendency to walk through walls"
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Phoebe flinched and looked at Armand as he lead her towards the car her face now a light shade of embarrassed pink. '...I-I wasn't going to keep the flower in the pot...' she sounded like an embarrassed school child, her thoughts little more then a sheepish mutter as she glanced down at the plant in her arms, her fingers running over the waxy petals in a protective manor.
'I'll go with Armand...my brother was with him last..but..' there was a brief pause as the blue haired woman considered her options. If what he said was true then Trent could be in trouble but not going to see Trent and being caught up in another mess could also place him in danger. '..Promise me...that you wont harm a hair on my brothers head..a..and I'll..follow you were ever you like after I've seen him'
Danica's reply only just seemed to register in the woman's dazed mind "Y-your coming to? thats great..." unfocused she turned towards Zaine and their other newest companion. Having a physical and mental conversation at the same time was a lot harder the Phoebe ever imagined.
((Right I'm knackered. My post probably makes no sense, sorry. off to bed ^^ ))
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 5:09 pm
((It's all good snuggs! ))
'As you wish, but you must keep your word.' he replied before his presence in her mind vanished.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 5:16 pm
"Ah, I see. Well that's interesting. So why do you hang around with that guy?" Trent asked, referring to Armand.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 5:26 pm
Danica nodded, wondering if Phoebe had somehow recognized her despite the cloak and hood keeping her face in shadow or if her friend was just saying that because it meant there was someone joining her and the suited man on this little trip. She slipped into the back seat of the car, tugging her hood ever so slightly further down over her face. If Phoebe had recognized her, there was nothing she could do about that, but as long as the other didn't know her identity, she was going to keep it hidden to protect herself and her surrogate parents.
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 7:07 am
The women settled in the vehicle with no fuss, and it rumbled to life with a twitch of the ignition. They pulled off without trouble from that abandoned disaster zone, and headed on. The destination was Trent with no intended stops. "Phoebe, are you alright?" The clone finally spoke up. Whatever chaos was in her mind her actions and words, or lack of, rather showed it.
The team that had shadowed Vincent since he left, located the villain base when he visited, and now returned, were ready. There was no distraction, no potential for other casualties; the street was sealed off thanks to the cafe incident. Police were going to come sooner or later, too. There was little precious time
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A warmly dressed, somewhat wearied and dirty, middle aged man was jogging with a hurry. After he passed the cafe, every step he took brought him ever closer to the mind-bending villain. Whether the man stood out in the open, or in some hidey hole, it seemed someone had been quite clear with instructions on where to go, and to whom. The fuzzy bearded face of the oddly-scented stranger looked to Vincent with something gleaming in his hazel eyes. He stepped up to be particularly near the finely dressed dude, and held out an envelope.
"He said this is for you. Errr... They said that a Gent...? Wants to talk to you," he spoke hurriedly, but with excitement. There was clear confusion in him about this task he was on, but he was gladly carrying it out. The reason for that? In his mind, was the very recent memory of having met a well dressed guy who offered him a hundred dollars just to deliver an envelope, right here, to this man. Given that the order had been given in the last ten minutes it was not difficult to follow.
The only thing in his memories? The failed life of a low-grade graduate, a misfortune enterpreneur that had become a hobo just two years prior. Now, receiving a hundred bucks seemed his lucky break after a couple o' harsh winters. Whatever this situation was, the civillian wanted no part in it beyond this, did not understand it, did not ask for names; just did as was told for quick, cold, hard cash. Whatever mental analysis could be pulled on the surroundings, there was no longer an immediate Armand, or a clone, mind anywhere nearby.
In the envelope, a device blared up. A sing-song tune started, and a small light flickered through the thin brown cover. It was a small phone, not a cell phone, not exactly. The gadget was one that attached around the ear, hands-free; fancy stuff. A single button on the side was there for open/closing one's call.
No expense had been spared in getting a single call from Armand to Vincent; except obviously the use of Hobo Delivery Services. And it was Armand himself now calling, awaiting the other end to be answered to, sitting there at base tapping his foot impatiently.
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