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IN LIGHT OF SHADOW is an original superhero rpg set in modern day New York City. Will you fight for the side of justice, shoulder to shoulder with the Legends, or are you planning world domination with the devious Syndicate? Not a super? Do you work for the government or are you jut an innocent bystander. No matter what you are, we hope you join us.
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Group: Legend
Posts: 103
Member No.: 5
Joined: 31-January 12
CAREFUL OR YOU'LL HURT YOURSELF
Claire had been sent out this time with a specific task in mind. This time she was instructed by Angel to head to the docks. An important shipment that she had to oversee was coming in, military weapons to be exact. Yet she was one of the few who were told exactly what was going on, it was one of the perks of being one of the key members of the Legends. Most of the time information wasn’t kept from members of the Legends unless it was necessary, this time it was unfortunately necessary. Only those who were involved with the shipment knew about its arrival and what the ship contained. So she had made her way toward the docks, her masked face scanning the docks, bouncing from dockworker to supervisor within seconds. No one seemed suspicious but that hardly meant much, nowadays anyone could be a super, the grocery store cashier, a businessman or any of the dockworkers wandering around.
But rather than call attention to herself she moved toward the ships, where there was less of a crowd. Claire or rather Roane moved in between the shipping containers, occasionally drawing the water from the ocean to her as she moved. It was best to be prepared and the water followed her like a lost puppy. Occasionally it curled around her feet as she moved but never collided with her moving limbs. Quietly she found the shipping container, scanning the number it was the correct one Angel had told her. Pressing her lips together she moved toward the container when something moved in the corner of her eye. Stiffening she slid behind the container, the water moving upward to her hand.
She looked around the corner of the shipping container to see none other than a member of the Syndicate. Frowning she recognized her as IT’s keeper, Aisling she believed her name was. Gathering the water to her palm she shot a rapid stream toward the pale haired girl. Claire hardly wanted to hurt her, from what she knew Aisling wasn’t violent like some of the other members of the Syndicate could be. Claire merely meant to knock the girl down or at least take her by surprise. She shifted toward another container pressing her back to the metal for a few moments before looking around the corner.
TAG: AISLING NOTES: I HAVE A FEELING THIS FIGHT WILL BE QUICK OUTFIT:HERE & THE MASK
Group: Syndicate
Posts: 306
Member No.: 43
Joined: 18-February 12
you look right through me
Why was she being sent?
Aisling walked down to the dock her brunette wig itching, her dress too tight and she didn't like being around so many men. While Malachy was a huge beast of a man, a violent man but... the normal men were far more dangerous. At least for her. Malachy came close to loving her and she had laid with him only nights before. Her small body had been in his hands, and he had chosen to spare her life and give her pleasure rather than death... sure it hadn't been magical or romantic (rather awkward and slightly painful) but he hadn't killed her or hurt her on purpose. These men might.
Aisling made her way to the docks and was met by her contact. The sailor had been talking with Viktor and Viktor sent her to speak with him... Taking a gulp she ran her hands through her hair and then tore off her wig. The brunette hair was throwing her off, keeping her from being herself. "Aisling... The Ghost," she said announcing herself. She wasn't anyone in the Syndicate, not really. She was the daughter of a powerful man but nothing herself. Her only real power was calming people... and controlling them when she wished.
The men conversed with her, took her message and said that they would consider Viktor's options... but then, out of nowhere, a great ball of water hit her, square in the chest. Aisling fell on her broken wrist feeling it snap beneath her weight once again. She let out a scream of pain and smacked her head on the corner of a shipping crate.
Her heart raced, thumping in her chest and her eyes narrowed. WHAT had she done to deserve this? She looked up at the men around her, theyw ere all on edge all jumping and looking around. A few were fleeing. "You fools!" she yelled. "If the Legends are here you're fucked anyway... FIGHT!" Her voice was not her own, it spoke of pain and anger... and sounded too much like her father. Her command it seemed was not ignored... as if on command the men pulled their guns and started to fire in the general direction of the jet of water's origin.
Group: Legend
Posts: 103
Member No.: 5
Joined: 31-January 12
CAREFUL OR YOU'LL HURT YOURSELF
As she moved toward another container she heard the pale haired woman scream, and what she said was not something Claire wanted to hear at that moment. Claire had problems hurting innocent people, even if it was accidental. This caused her to pause, and pause for a moment too long. Bullets started reigning down on her, one hitting her shoulder as she hissed in pain. Sliding next to the shipping container she took a deep breath then pulled the water toward her. As the bullets slammed into the side of the container Claire shot a stream of water toward the soldiers. This water was more like a whip, taking out the line of men and tossing them all harmlessly into the water.
Once they were taken she faced the blond woman directly, her shoulder dripping blood from the wound. But she pushed away the pain as she looked at the Syndicate member. In all honesty Claire had no reason to fight or even injure her. She had only acted in surprise and in anger, something Claire had brought upon herself. So as she stood their, water pooling into her hand she wasn’t quite sure what to do. But she had heard of the women’s power, her ability to cause others to become sleepy in her presence. So she was prepared somewhat, but there was no telling what other powers she had in her arsenal.
Stepping toward her she made sure to keep some distance between them, watching her body language, if the blond moved so did Claire. Her blue eyes scanned her opponent, she wasn’t quite dressed for a fight, but that hardly meant much. She kept close to the shipping container for a moment before an idea struck her. Perhaps they could come to a truce. Pulling the water from the harbor to her quickly she caused it to become dense shooting it at Aisling, pinning her to the ground. Once the woman was down she walked toward her slowly. ”I do not want to fight you.” Claire said, feeling the blood from her shoulder run gently down her arm, beginning to drip onto the concrete. ”I will walk away if you do.” Claire said before kneeling next to the girl, the water still keeping her down but not enough to injure her.
TAG: AISLING NOTES: SORRY FOR THE SHORTNESS, WASN'T SURE WHERE TO GO WITH IT OUTFIT:HERE & THE MASK
Group: Syndicate
Posts: 306
Member No.: 43
Joined: 18-February 12
you look right through me
Aisling knew she was no match. The men fell one by one to the water and her eyes narrowed. She was against Roane, one of the founders of the Legends. One of the people who had taken her father away from her... she was close to that damned angel and she was close to stealing EVERYTHING from her. Aisling trembled at the thought of being taken herself. While she would not be put to death nor given a lifetime sentence the idea of going to prison was torture... and she new her mind would torture her, the bars of it slamming shut the moment she was taken.
She would need to fight.
But then she saw the blood on Roane's shoulder and frowned. She had never made anyone bleed before, ever hurt anyone and guilt slid over her face. Aisling did not like this, no, no not at all. Her moment of hesitation allowed for the Legend to knock her down and pin her to the deck. Water pounded against her chest and the wind was knocked out of her. She couldn't even sing until she caught her breath.
Struggling eye wide with fear she realized she was helpless, ready to be taken to jail and held there for a useless trial. The moment people found out she was the daughter of Ashley Dani -also known as Mac Lir- she was done for, dead. There was no hope of a verdict of 'not guilty'.
Her eye looked up in fear at the Selkie who squatted beside her; the blood was dripping down the woman's shoulder and it had to hurt just as much -if not more- than Aisling's throbbing wrist and sore legs. This was not how the day after losing her virginity was supposed to go. She was supposed to be happy in her garden with her flowers, or in bed, snuggled against Malachy eating strawberries... but here she was pinned to the ground waiting to be taken. Oh and how Malachy would rage, and how Viktor would not care and how William would forget. She was a goner and no one would save her.
"Did you give my father the same choice?" she asked somewhat bitterly, her voice clipping with her Irish accent as it did when emotions flared in her. "But I don't want to fight you... I never wanted to fight any of you." Her voice was strained the weight of the water keeping her from taking a true breath. Instead she wheezed and trembled, the spring morning clashing with the cool water. 'I never wanted any of this."
Group: Legend
Posts: 103
Member No.: 5
Joined: 31-January 12
CAREFUL OR YOU'LL HURT YOURSELF
When she gave her an ultimatum she hadn’t expected the Syndicate member to act so…violent. What she knew about this blond haired girl she wasn’t prone to violence, but the anger that carried with her voice was palatable. Pressing her lips together the hero looked confused as she scanned the woman’s face. Her father? Claire reached back into her memory banks, as far as she knew she had never injured someone’s father. There had been members of the Syndicate that had been taken into custody though, perhaps one of them had been her father. But as her eyes scanned the woman’s face, taking in her bright blond hair only one face came to mind. Ashley Dani, better known as Mac Lir was the one member of the Syndicate they had put to death for his crimes. That decision still haunted Claire and she had been entirely against it. Yet Alex and Noah wouldn’t budge.
”Your father was Ashley Dani.” Claire said softly as she looked down at the girl. Shaking her head guilt rushed over her. She knew both Noah and Alex were angry at everything the man had done, but death was ultimate punishment wasn’t it? It was a stain you couldn’t get rid of. Despite that fact she still loved both her husband and Noah, but her own conscious was never truly clear. The only other person she had taken the life from still haunted her. But as she opened her mouth to speak the other woman spoke first, her words resonated with Claire. She felt similarly, she never particularly wanted to fight anyone, but as the years had gone on she had felt an obligation, and then a duty to be a hero. Then after founding the Legends it seemed that fighting was their only option.
”I know how you feel, but this seems to be the path that is required of us.” Claire said softly as she looked at the woman. It was hard to disagree with her words when she felt the same way. But part of her wouldn’t change the way her life had gone. After all she had found her husband and one of her good friends Noah. It was hard to regret all the people she had met and saved through her line of word. She looked down at the woman and truly contemplated walking away. Neither of them seemed to want to fight and she had no intention of taking Aisling back the headquarters. If she left, Claire could continue to make sure the container went to the Legends like it was intended. Closing her eyes for a moment she sighed gently. ”I am offering you a truce, we will not have to fight one another and can merely walk away.” The brunette said as her eyes traveled to the woman’s broken wrist. So they were both injured. The pain in her shoulder was throbbing intensely but she pushed it away as part of her wondered if under different circumstances they could have been friends.
Motioning to the woman’s wrist she said softly. ”We both require medical attention, it would be best if we could walk away.” The pain was searing and she could feel the steady trickle of blood down her arm. Her costume would be soaked and perhaps ruined if she didn’t run water over it soon. Perhaps a dip in the water would do her body good. But she didn’t move from her kneeling position next to the Syndicate member, keeping the water in place around the woman’s waist. She didn’t want to injure her wrist anymore than necessary, and it was enough to keep the woman from standing without giving her an answer.
Group: Syndicate
Posts: 306
Member No.: 43
Joined: 18-February 12
you look right through me
The recognition and guilt on Roane's face was visible even behind the mask. Aisling saw it and nodded. Although the Legend's voice was condescending Aisling would take her offer it. It was better than death, better than the fate that had awaited her father. Mac Lir had been terrible, but Ashley Dani had been her father, her only family member. When Aisling's Mammy had passed she had relied heavily upon her father even after he seemed to forget she existed.
He had been her only tie to this world.
Without him Aisling had wandered, a fae, lost and hopeless. Her garden had been her anchor and then Malachy had come. He was her new anchor, her new rock and she loved him. As she felt what little control over her life slip away and into the hands of this woman she realized she loved the beast man. When it had happened Aisling didn't know and probably didn't want to know. It would just be confusing to pin point a moment. And now she could get back to him.
This truce was a god send.
"Viktor will kill me," she whispered softly. Aisling wasn't lying, if Viktor knew of this, knew she had just upped and walked away he would kill her or at least punish her severely. "If he knows... if he knows I'm as good as dead." Lying to him would not be easy, while Malachy had helped to set her free the steel trap in her mind still existed and it would snap shut when she went against the Syndicate. "But... but I will take your offer... gladly."
Group: Legend
Posts: 103
Member No.: 5
Joined: 31-January 12
CAREFUL OR YOU'LL HURT YOURSELF
Claire watched the woman on the ground, her eyes scanning her face for any signs that she would back out of their truce. It was entirely possible she was merely playing her, but it was hard to distrust the woman. After all they seemed to be rather similar despite standing on either side of the battle. The woman whispered something and she had to stretch to hear it. She said something about being dead, that if someone knew she would be dead. Immediately the brunette tensed looking at the girl, what could she do? Claire’s mind tried to think of something she could do to help her. What beat her up more so it looked like more of a fight? That wasn’t possible, the brunette didn’t want to fight the girl for any reason unless it was survival. Pressing her lips together she stopped herself from sighing. She had offered a truce and that was all she could give.
The woman stumbled on the next words, but her intention was clear. She was going to take the truth. Claire nodded toward her slowly sliding the confining water from the woman’s body. The brunette was cautious because there was a true possibility that the light haired woman would betray her. She hardly seemed to be the type, but that was the problem with super powers...even the nastiest could inhabit the most innocent looking person. Finally the water released from the woman and the brunette stood from her kneeling position relieving her slightly cramped joints. She had been tensed due to the nasty bullet wound to her arm.
”I’m glad you took me up on my offer.” The French woman said giving Aisling a nod rather than a smile. They would never be friends but she could be polite. Part of her wanted to offer the woman her hand to help her up, but she decided against the idea. There was a still a chance that either of them could bail on the truce. Stepping back she still watched the girl, she seemed kind enough but it was always difficult to tell. Most said she trusted too easily and this could be her downfall. She would back away, but the brunette had to make sure she watched the other woman carefully as she did.
Group: Syndicate
Posts: 306
Member No.: 43
Joined: 18-February 12
you look right through me
With a deep breath Aisling could feel herself relax. She wasn't going to be taken, she wasn't going to court to be tried and then sentence to jail. Oh no, she was not going to die as her father had, she was not going to be locked away. This was wonderful and she could hardly believe it. Aisling was going to be free... as free as she could be behind Syndicate walls... but she was returning to her Malachy, her love. Only the night before she had given herself to him and fate was not cruel it hadn't stolen her away from him and him from her.
'Thank you," Aisling said sitting up slowly. She was careful not to make any sudden movements around this woman. She knew that they were still enemies, they could never be friends even if they wanted to. This peace was an uneasy one, but it was enough to insure her life. "Really thank you..." She got to her feet her knees knocking in fear. Aisling hated the Legends for what they did to her father but she needed to stay alive, fighting was not her style. The only time she had gotten into a real fight had been with Justice, but he was attacking her, trying to take her into custody and keep her away from Malachy... and all she had done to him was make him sleepy. She hadn't hurt him, nor did she want to.
Drenching wet she felt her clothing sticking to her, her wrist throbbing in pain. Looking at Roane Aisling gave a nod of appreciation. "We both have lovers and homes to get back to," she said trying to act grown up and sure of herself. "Good luck." And with that she turned on her heel and ran.
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