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BENJAMIN ROUX - March 13, 2012 04:45 PM (GMT)
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CHEW ME UP I JUST WANT A TASTE

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WHEN YOU SPIT ME OUT PUT ME IN MY PLACE

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Ben enjoyed getting missions. It was what kept him sane over the years. He felt Happy when he was given a mission that only he was put on. It showed that the Syndicate trusted him. He wanted the Syndicate to trust him because he wanted to trust the Syndicate. Trust, along with respect, is a two way street after all.
<P>He suited up in the dark of night and was on his way to the police station where evidence was being held; evidence that Viktor and William needed. They mentioned about going themselves but they wanted a clean heist and the only way to get a clean heist was with Benjamin. His powers, unless he wanted his victims to stab themselves, was pretty harmless. Just controlling, just enough to get the hard evidence he needed from the precinct.
<P>He moved quickly not to be seen by the bystanders around at this time of night. He knew the less people to see him the better. Though, he was pretty sure if he were seen people would have disregarded him. He wasn’t really dressed out of the ordinary like some supers were. He was in a black suit. Then again when he was close enough to the police station he was going to strap on his fox mask. People wouldn’t be able to disregard him as he wore his mask. He chuckled to himself. Who in in their right mind would disregard a man walking around in a fox mask?
<P>He stood a few blocks away from his target. He took out his leather fox mask and tied it on. He made sure it was tight enough. The last thing he needed was it falling off and cameras getting a good look at him. ‘Maybe William should have came along. He could have knocked out the security cameras.’ /color]Benjamin thought. He pursed his lips and then continued on to his destination.
<P>He slipped into the station from the back. As he crept in William made sure to go around all the security measures. The last thing he needed was a silent alarm being tripped.
<P>As he walked through everything seemed to go rather smoothly. Why this was so easy, he didn’t know. He felt more alert than ever, however. Something had to be wrong. The more something was easy the more it actually was not. There were no police officers around, the lights were almost all off as well.
<P>Ben furrowed his eyebrows moving quicker. The faster he could get out of here the better. The eerie feeling he was feeling was unbearable.
<P>He finally entered the evidence room. Drawers were left open and he felt himself tense up a bit. He clenched his fist cursing the fact that someone may have already been in there. So much for clean heist. [color=8B0000]“Hello?” His voice was tight as he looked around the room ready to attack whoever was in there.



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YEVA ZLATA - March 16, 2012 06:02 AM (GMT)
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Police stations were entirely too easy to break into. Or perhaps they were just easy for Yeva, who simply had to assume the form of one of its many officers and waltz right in. Before hand Yeva contemplates making the task more difficult for herself, but the idea of walking into building filled with men with guns while in her rogue costume quickly became unappealing. How she hated those weapons! No, she'd have to find a more interesting way to make things difficult for herself, that didn't involve possibly getting shot.

<p>Picking a form to take was easy enough, all she had to do was move within earshot of one of the officers who was leaving for a patrol round. He needed to speak a few words and already she was able to perfectly imitate his voice, just a few words, that was all she needed. The uniform was even easier to imitate, she'd mimicked security guards often enough to know the basic feel of it, and a small glance at her targets uniform gave her the information she needed to copy his uniform number. Most of the other officers wouldn't even take notice of the fact that the person she was imitating wasn't supposed to be out patrolling, and for those who did Yeva would simply make up some excuse, say she forgot something and they'd let her slide. But as Yeva strolled into the station the thought occurred to her; she could cause a little chaos if she took up the guise of the chief of this station. A smirk soon appeared on the face she had assumed, and changing her direction she headed straight for the chief's office.

<p>Without even so much of a knock she walked in, quickly locking the door after. "What are you-" Yeva didn't allow him to get much else out before she leaped across the room quickly and landed a kick to his head, knocking him out of his chair. Without missing a beat she lifted him up by his shirt and slammed his head into his desk, effectively knocking him out. With a smirk she proceeded to use duct tap from his own desk drawer to tap over his mouth, as well as tapped his hands, torso, and legs to his chair. Pleased with her work she quickly shifted into the chief, his three words more than enough for her to be able to imitate it perfectly, and issued an order that all available officers go out to assist in helping to bring down a hostage situation all the way across the city. This would give her more than ample time to get what she'd come for. Reaching into the chief's pocket she pulled out his keys, the thought occurring to her that she might need them to get into the evidence room. Straightening out her suit she strode out of the office, and locked the door, receiving nods from some of the officers as they rushed to help with the nonexistant hostage situation.

<p>Now why on earth would Yeva want to break into a police station evidence room? Because she was being paid a lot of money for this small job. Small job, big reward, and she hadn't had anything else planned. So why not? Part of her was very curious as to just what they wanted her to steal so badly, they'd gone through all the trouble to find her, but told her the object they needed was within a sealed and dated envelope. But she would find out soon enough, wouldn't she? They probably didn't expect her to look inside, but they were wrong. And if it was something big she had no qualms with selling it to the highest bidder.

<p>Still there were a few officers left within the building, but they could be dispatched easily enough. Who in their right mind would open fire on the chief of police? The man at the front desk would was first, he had been smiling unsuspectingly, before Yeva took his baton and cracked him in the back of the head. This caused two officers who had remained behind to rush over, not believing what they had seen, only to have Yeva's quick and fluid movements make quick work of them, which must have looked odd with her assuming the large form of the chief. With a smirk she set off to shut the building's power down. All it took was a few wires being pulled and the building found itself quickly relying on backup generators to remain at least somewhat lit. Ah, her desire to make things a bit more interesting was fulfilled.

<p>Now...now she could go after what they hired her for. With a skip in her step she made her way to the large evidence storage room, unlocking it with the keys she had stolen moment before. Now where would it be? Quickly Yeva began to search though the room, that was until the sound of footsteps reached her ears. Damn, were there more officers she missed? Slipping further into the room she waited until the man entered the room, a smirk coming onto her lips when she noticed his mask and outfit that clearly did not belong to an officer. There was no way any sort of alert had been sent to the legends, not enough time had passed, so who was this person? "I wasn't expecting company." Yeva's voice purred out as she slid out into the open, dropping her guise as the chief to take her much less clothed rogue outfit in a flurry of small black feathers. "I hope you aren't gonna try and make this more difficult for me." She watched him, not sure just what he might do. For all she knew he could be another rogue hired to grab the same thing as her. With seemingly calm red eyes she looked him over. Hmmm. What to do...what to do...



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BENJAMIN ROUX - March 19, 2012 08:59 PM (GMT)
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CHEW ME UP I JUST WANT A TASTE

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WHEN YOU SPIT ME OUT PUT ME IN MY PLACE

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Did that really just happen? Benjamin was almost positive he was one hundred percent sober but who knew now. He may have accidentally been intoxicated without even realizing. Well, it wouldn’t have been the first time. However, this mission was important therefore Benjamin knew better than to even think about partaking in pre-mission drinking. Was he awake? He looked around to see if there was anything out of place other than the morphing woman in front of him. He pinched himself just to make sure. Yes, he truly was awake however this still seemed chimerical to fellow.
<P>The woman just transformed right before his eyes. The only logical answer to him would be if she was in fact a super. Even then—well, IT was an exception, but he had never seen someone with the power of transformation before.
<P>She was just different and her current appearance proved it to him. Sure, he called himself red fox, but this woman… she was taking the animal look further than he ever could. Tilting his head to the side he stared at the woman at a better angle. She was some sort of bird, that was obvious because of the black feathers protruding her skin but he couldn’t for the life of him recall what type of bird she was.
<P>His eyes trailed over her form as to study her. His black eyes traveled every inch and every curve of the woman and he then realized that she was beautiful. He was unsure how someone so out of the norm could be considered beautiful to him but he did not complain. It may have been the fact that she was wearing very little clothing but he did not tread on the thought. He was trying to be professional, surprisingly—the feeling would probably go away once they began to speak. His flirtatious side would surly come out.
<P>Thinking back to the type of bird this woman was Benjamin felt like it was on the tip of his tongue. His dark eyes roamed her black feathers and her eyes. He strummed his fingers on his chin in some way to help him think. A revelation occurred and he murmured, “Black swan.” Along with his murmur Benjamin snapped his finger and pointed to celling. It was his ‘ah ha’ emote that he would produce once in a blue moon. He now looked passed her feathers and red eyes and started to look over her again. He had said it before but this creature was oddly beautiful.
<P>While staring at her form she had spoken to him. It took a second to realize her words because of what he was focusing on. A few seconds passed, his lips pulled up at one side. He smirked, “Me, trouble? Never.” His smirk turned into a sly grin. “I assure you, my little black swan, I will not get in your way as long as you do not get into mine.” He wouldn’t mind the rough and tumble with this woman. Fighting was exciting but he’d probably try grappling her more than hitting her.
<P>He was curious on how she would fight. Did she have weapons? Was she some sort of expert martial arts? He was curious but he did not want conflict right now. He just wanted to get in and get out and go back to headquarters, though he would diddle daddle just a bit just for this woman. He should have asked her, her name before but it had completely slipped from his mind. “How rude of me, I have yet to introduce myself. I am Rennard Roux, and you are?”
<P>He looked around the evidence room finding the cabinet he needed to look through. He sauntered over there with a smirk on his face. Well, this mission was quite simple was it not? He was a little sad at how easy it was, oh well. At least he was able to get himself out tonight and to the police station to get it. It was something to do. He turned back to the woman and pursed his lips. What was she doing here? Well, he could assume why, but he was curious whether or not she was hired by some mob boss or something along the lines of a normie.
<P>He tapped his chin and walked back over to the girl. “If you do not mind me asking, why are you here?”




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TAGGED FOR YEVA!!/ 738 WORDS / NOTES sorry it took so long and its not the best; still getting the hang of Ben as a character XP / WEARING SUIT & MASK

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He was checking her out. Yeva had seen the look he had on his face a million times, and it caused a smirk to grow across her face. She was an oddity, and the looks people gave her when she gave them a little taste of her true form only proved to her that. And they always stared. Had she not been in her rogue outfit this man would have gotten quite a slew of words thrown at him for looking at her more than the normal amount of time one person looked at another. But as Nightingale she came to expect it, almost enjoying the fact that she could stun someone with how she looked. At times it gave her a few seconds of a window of opportunity to strike first. And accompanied with her speed she often took full advantage of that tiny window. Lucky for this man she wasn't attempting to attack him...yet.

<p>What Yeva did do, however, was quickly go back to searching. Let him watch her, let him be distracted by her movements and her looks, it would only make her job easier. But the question of just what this man had come for still tugged at Yeva's mind. Could it have been something important? Or maybe something expensive? The gears in her mind were spinning, and temptation was tugging at her hard. "I'll keep that in mind." Yeva purred, her red eyes sliding over to look at the man. She could ignore the fact that he'd called her a black swan, it wasn't as if he'd been mocking her when he said it, and it was a lot more sophisticated than him simply calling her bird. That would not have ended well for him. "And what if I want to get in your way?" She teased, but there was a lot more truth to her words than she let on.

<p>"Nightingale." Yeva replied when he questioned her of her name. Her reply was just about as true as him telling her his name was Rennard Roux. It didn't really matter what name they gave, no one ever gave their real one. It was too dangerous to spread out their real identity. Although for Yeva she could have given her real name. Identities didn't matter as much when you could change your form to be however you pleased. Still, Yeva had no desire to let anyone have that part of herself. Her name was her heritage. Her link to her parents. And the one thing that she could cling to to prove that she was really someone, and not just some thing.

<p>Finding what she'd been looking for, a package containing a device that had apparently been used in some recent crime, Yeva grinned triumphantly. This was a simple enough job, and while she didn't think the device would get her much money if she attempted to sell it, she was still going to be paid plenty for retrieving it. And there was always the prospect of taking whatever Rennard Roux had come for, wasn't there. "This little thing right here, you'd be amazed how much I'm being paid for it." She grinned as she turned to look at him, her eyes quickly sliding over his body. He was fit, she'd give him that. Sadly his costume didn't give her much to go off of in terms of guessing what he could do. She'd have to be a little touch and go here. "And what did you come here for?" she asked lightly, allowing her hips to sway as she walked closer to him, every intention of stealing what he'd come for. "I'll try not to be offended if it wasn't for me." She flirted, sliding a finger up the filing cabinet he had been searching through.

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Well what would happen if the woman got in Benjamin’s way? Well he would simply use his power to make her go off on her own and leave him be. Now if his powers did not work on her then he would be in a problematic situation. He’d hate to actually hurt her but he would not be against it. Even then who knew what this woman could do. Yes, she could shape shift, that was quite obvious, but there may be some other abilities up her sleeve… or wing. He would have to keep that in mind if the two of them were to go at it. He’d hate to get himself severely hurt over a mission that shouldn’t have been too difficult.

<P>“I don’t think you want to get in my way. You’ve got no idea what you’re up against. It would be better for the two of us to get what we want and to just go our separate ways.” He smirked. The less confrontation the better, he thought. Though Ben would not mind feeling the woman under him, even if they were fully clothed. He nodded retrieving her name. “Nightingale, how fitting.” He commented. He still preferred black swan, but it was her name. He inwardly shrugged and went on searching the cabinet.

<P>What would happen to him if it was not there? He wouldn’t be given the death sentence would he? Then again it was a device that held importance to Viktor and William. Maybe it was an invitation of the Syndicate that no one knew. Ben wished he was briefed better before missions instead of just being told to get something. His hand went through the cabinet and came in contact with things that were not what he was looking for. He stared into the cabinet and glared starting to get angry at the fact that it was not in there.

<P>Would it be his head if he were not able to retrieve the device?

<P>He turned back to Nightingale. She had a package in her hand and Ben let out a feral growl. He was being a gentleman before but now that the man knew that the woman had what he had come for. He needed to think, and quick. Should he attack her, use his powers, or offer her a greater pay out?

<P>Attacking was out of the question. He may bite off more than he could chew. He was almost positive that Viktor would despise paying for the device, so that may have been out of the question too. It seemed all he could do was use his powers. He would just need to keep the woman’s gaze long enough to compel her to give him the device and leave him be. The man closed the cabinet and smirked shaking off the animalistic growl that had erupted past his lips a few minutes ago.

<P>“I won’t offend, nor bore you with the mere details for now they don’t matter. It seems as if someone from my team had already taken what was needed from here.” He lied quite well his eyes traveling to her red ones. Apparently he was in the wrong filing cabinet. Looking at it now, he actually was. To distract her Ben’s hand moved to the wrist of the hand she was moving up the filing cabinet. He ran his soft fingers down her arm and up again slowly. That may have been a bad idea but her skin had an interesting feel to it.

<P>If he got hit for it, he’d get hit.

<P>Continuing to stare into her eyes, Benjamin spoke smoothly, “Your skin has an interesting feel to it.” He began to use his powers when the woman stared into his eyes. Her eyes were not showing a vacancy. Ben tried to intensify his gaze. Still nothing.

<P>Getting frustrated Benjamin just grabbed the device out of Nightingale’s grasp quickly before jumping away from her. “Sorry, but I’ll be taking that now.” He really wanted to know why he couldn’t compel her. That was something he wasn’t completely used to. She must have very strong will power or an ability that blocked his power from even working. He did not like this one bit.

<P>What would he do when she revealed another power of hers? What if it was super strength? Ben readied himself. This had bad written all over it but it would not give the device back… She would have to take it from his cold dead hands.




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You've no idea what you're up against. Ah, wasn't that saying true for all supers? Unless they were one of the more popular supers, the well known Legends or the most written about infamous members of the Syndicate, then confronting another super was like taking a shot in the dark and hoping your target wasn't impervious to bullets and severely angered by them. "Aww, don't be so quick to try and run off, we've only just met." She purred back, a smirk on her red lips. There was always a chance some small child could have the ability of super strength, and at the same token an adult could have the ability to just type at super human speeds, and this Rennard Roux could have any sort of power in the extremely wide spectrum. And, no pun intended, Yeva was a delicate bird. If he showed any signs of super strength or some kind of obscenely strong ability Yeva would be out of the building before he could blink.

<p>Watching the man continue his seemingly fruitless search, Yeva immediately narrowed her eyes slightly at him the moment he growled. Was he so frustrated that he let a less controlled part of himself out? The feather covered shape shifter was not a fan of going up against people with animal related abilities, it forced her to think about her own situation too much. And now that she was eying him all the more carefully she began to think that his abilities could indeed be related to animals in some way. Hell he even wore a fox mask as a part of his costume. Hmm if he started changing his appearance Yeva would skedaddle. It was something she wouldn't deal with by choice, not from fear that she couldn't take on that ability. But before she could delve deeper into her own thoughts Rennard spoke again, once again he spoke almost like a proper gentleman. Perhaps she would have fallen for his speech pattern more had he not been dressed oddly.

<p>So it would seem what he was looking for was no longer in the building. What a shame, Yeva thought, as she would have liked to have stolen the object he searched so painstakingly for. "Pity, maybe next time you'll have better luck." She replied, stiffening slightly the moment he touched her. Yeva didn't often allow others to touch her in this form, but the thought of perhaps getting something else from Rennard was becoming more appealing. "Well, it's not exactly all skin, now is it..." Yeva smirked. If his previous sentence was supposed to be a compliment, she wasn't exactly impressed by it.

<p>Yet was was even stranger was the way he stared at her. Slowly she began to lift her brow. "Is this your attempt at wooing me, because I'm not exactly turned on by your strange staring." Yeva stated flatly, the interest he had peaked in her only moments ago was already beginning to diminish.

<p>And what the fellow thief did next completely turned her interest from possibly having sex with him to the intense desire to kick his teeth in. A scowl instantly arose to her feminine features as he snatched away the package in her hands. It didn't matter that she had planned to do the same thing to him, all she could think was how dare he steal what she had stolen! "Oh I plan on making you sorry for taking it." How quickly her flirtatious and purring tone turned to one of harshness with a sharp edge to it.

<p>Quickly sprinting at Rennard, Yeva's enhanced agility had her moving effortlessly as she leapt over him at the last seconds, avoiding a head on collision with him, and attempted to throw a punch at him from behind, aiming for the back of his head. Yes, she was going to attack from behind, a smart tactic for a girl who lack super strength and had no idea what abilities this man had. She just hoped he couldn't attack her with his back turned. Without pausing to think or acknowledge if her attack had actually hit, Yeva dropped down to a crouch and attempted to knock Rennard off of his feet by sweeping his legs with her leg. If she was lucky he wasn't one of those impervious behemoths that were undamagable.

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‘Oh, wonderful. Isn’t this brilliant?’ Benjamin thought to himself coldly when he found himself on his back on the cold tiled ground. He did not care much for the slight pain that was running through his back. What he cared about was the package he had in his hand. With all his strength he clenched onto the package in hopes that she could not pry it from his hands. Apparently the shape shifter was fast and agile. This surely was not going to be the walk in the park he hoped it would be. What the hell did he put himself in?

<P>It seemed to be just his luck, really. What could he do to make this all better? He clearly had no idea what he could do to get this woman to leave him be and go on her merry way. Sure he could attack or run but what if she had something else up her sleeve (or wing) at this point? He could not calculate a good plan in his head—he needed more clues on what else this woman possessed. He just truly hoped it was not super strength he would have to kiss his life and his fine ass goodbye.

<P>The man jumped to his feet as quickly as he could. He tried to kick her away from him so he could think something through.

<P>He truly hated when he could not control someone with his powers. It hadn’t happened recently and he had hoped it was just because his powers weren’t as developed as they could be—he was wrong. He was in such an awkward situation right now without the use of his powers. He felt like a norm and that just got him to see red. He wasn’t a norm, he was a super—he was better than the norms that killed his father and mother and he was more…

<P>He needed to focus. Sure he could not use his powers but that didn’t mean he was completely out of options. He just needed to bring back all the training Viktor had done with him. Then, just then maybe he could have a chance at defeating Nightingale.

<P> ‘I’ll have to keep in mind to get myself a weapon. This may happen again.’ He thought coldly. If he made it out alive tonight he would make sure to demand something from Viktor or possibly beg William to create some nice personalized weapon for him.

<P>He would hate to admit the panic he was currently thinking but he decided it would be better to just fight. There was no sense in running; she could easily catch up anyway. He did not know what to do with the package for it was obviously was weakness. He had to put it somewhere that she wouldn’t dare to go. Sadly, it was too big to put in his pants or a pocket of some sort so he decided to just throw it across the room to play a game of keep away with the woman. He moved in front of where he had just thrown the packaged and placed it an evidence locker. That was a better idea anyway.

<P>All he would have to do is keep her away from the locker he was currently leaning against until he defeated her (or she defeated him but he did not like thinking so pessimistically). He could do this. He didn’t need his powers, he had trained enough. If she got close and even with her agility he would grab onto her and force her away from his package, or well… ‘Sadly, not the time for that.’

<P>He smirked, “You know, I would’ve paid you more money for it but I suppose there’s no need for that now. This is far more fun, don’t you think, my little chickadee?” his voice was smooth and filled with amusement. Sure, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to get her angry with him but maybe he could use her anger against her. If he got under her skin and played mind games with her he could possibly defeat her that way—if he bluffed enough…

<P>His smirk widened, he could definitely go that route. “I do believe you should just fly along now. You have no idea what powers I have. Do you really want push your luck? I don’t want to hurt you, but I wouldn’t hesitate if you continue to be so utterly… annoying.”





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Well this other super wasn't as quick as her, this much was clear when she found herself looking at him splayed out on the ground. This was good, it would be at least one advantage she held over him, and speed was a good thing. But Yeva had to be careful still, as just because she was seemingly faster than him, if he had super strength, one well placed punch from him could just as easily finish her off as several well placed punches could knock him out. So until she could figure out what he could do, this dangerous little dance wasn't over just yet.

<p>With narrowed eyes she moved herself just out of his reach as he stood, kicking at her to no doubt keep her away. All she needed to do was grab the package from him and sprint away, he wouldn't be able to keep up and she would be the victor. Unfortunately the red fox got the bright idea to throw the package right into the evidence locker behind himself, and effectively blocked it off with his body. Well now, didn't this make things interesting. "If you could afford to pay someone to do this, then why are you here yourself?" Yeva questioned, lifting a dark brow at the other super. "Unless you enjoy this sort of interaction with others." She smirked slightly, despite the fact that she was still annoyed with the costumed man. One way or another she would get that package back.

<p>And then it hit her, the smirk broadening on her slightly pale face. She didn't necessarily have to defeat the other super, as it was likely very soon that she would have support coming her way in the form of the police returning to the station. Yeva could just as easily take the form of a cop and quickly have them all deal with this other super. Not even his fly along comment bothered her, as in her mind she had already won. "Well you're going to have to make your move quickly, because very soon you're going to be facing an entire station of police officers who aren't going to be very happy when I tell them you assaulted their chief and sent them on a wild goose chase."

<p>And now the ball was back in Rennard's court wasn't it? He would either have to show her his powers to get her away and hope he had enough time to get out of here before the other police returned, or he'd have to face the ending that wasn't so good for him. Yeva watched him with every fiber of her attention. If he sported a powerful ability, then she would be prepared to move out of his way to save herself from what ever it might be...

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