Loa Blood

Nia

IC: 'Please know, dear lady, that it would be my pleasure to offer you any assistance possible with the birth of your child. If you would like an Argon citizen ID for it, or a doctor who won't ask questions, anything you might require.' It's not his place to car for my dis honored child. I best just change the subject away from this.

'Should I have the driver take you home now?' I raised an eye brow as I gazed at him. "I assume you'll be accompanying me or are we finished for the evening?"

So the Lion saves the unfortunate souls but lacks the power to save lives much like Valous's first wife Leus, who while undyingly compassionate was forbidden to ever meet evil. In her determination to work against evil she helped Valous against his foe at the dawn of the human era.
 
Nia in the miracle/pain of life

Well this is a few weeks before we start time again. It is included here for completeness.

IC: I thought I would be able to focus on the new life. They joy of a child, the pure and innocent. I was wrong. I had spent much of my life learning to move past pain. On the island I was exposed to pain of every sort I thought possible. Despite all of this the pain bled into my mind. One could not tell me, some one who heals from all wounds, from any other mortal.

A fear of my choice returned to mind to torment me amongst my other pains. A passing thought that didn't leave about it's father, A thing not only a monster in appearance but also a monster in deed. If this child fallows it's fathers ways, then I have ended by my own will the lives of so many. Am I right to gamble.

My fear was all consuming feeling my mind completely only one thing was capable of waking me. One thing said by the doctor. 'Mame we are having some trouble.' My eyes opened to realize my fear. I quickly searched the room for a weapon to use, anything to end the child's life.

'Calm down Miss.' I looked at him wondering why he asked me not to kill the monster, but no he couldn't read my mind and didn't know the danger it could cause. 'Mame your children is at risk.'

My child could be harmed! No I can't let that happen at any cost. "Save it! Save my child. Save him." Children. "they they! they are at risk?" 'I am afraid a natural birth would likely be fatal for them.' I stopped shocked and petrified about the life of my children. 'If you want we can preform an operation and take them out.' I nodded my approval.

'Before we do that it's important that you know that while our rooms are clean there is still a one in 15 chance that you may be infected. Also after this surgery you most likely won't be able to give a natural birth again.' "Just do it." 'Just sign this form.' I quickly signed the form tired of this torture.

I was taken into a back room and the doctor sterilized my belly. One it was clean he took a scalpel and cut deep into my flesh and spread it open like a peeled banana. My organs in the way were pulled out and placed on top of my belly and I began to fear that I would heal before he was done and the children would be dead. The path to my womb must of been cleared and he took the scalpel and cut me open once more. Out came the child covered in the blood and slime of my disgrace. The disgrace I had born them into. First one child came out and then another both healthy and normal. The doctor took a needles and began to sow me back up but despite this I was no longer in pain, I was at ease knowing the children were safe, and under the influence of a very large pain killer. The doctor finished his work and pushed my intestines back inside before sowing up the outer wound. The scar would be gone soon enough.

I closed my eyes and began a restfully sleep, feeling safe, that I had not born a monster into this world. Two healthy children.
 
Symphony nodded a bit and layed back slightly."maybe you did come in contact with Loa at some point,probably while youw ere dancing,which is the reason your talent has surfaced thus.To tell you what Loa is...difficult,the best way to put it is that Loa blood is the blood of slain gods,well,gods to us at leasst.I was exposed to it by accidentthouhg i still do not regret it,i have embraced it."
He murmered in explaination,all of it filtering itno her head without him having to talk or pause to take breaths.

"I happen to know almost as a certainty that no one could do that who has not been exposed to Loa
 
Roza took in what Symphony said and just to prove that she was still calm.. she leaned over to pick up her glass of water.. sipping it down as though she were a fish without water..

innocently moving to make herself more comfortable bycurling back up against the couch, the slit of her gown shifted and her side with her birthmark was exposed a few seconds until she shifted positions again and her gown slipped back into place.. her mind completely on other things.. how was it possible .. that the blood of a slain god.. could be intwined with hers... trying not not freak out...

She lifted one shoulder as if to shrug, "I suppose it could be possible, but I am unsure as to how.. I have always been able to calm people.. ever since I can remember even before I knew how to dance.. I suppose it could be the body language I had.. "
 
hmmmm...
Symphony leaned back a bit,fingers steepled and thinking,giving his right hand's fingers a tug to pop them quietly,a bad habit hes had for a long time.
"it may be that you came in contact to it without knowing?or maybe inherited by your parents??who knows...truly,any possibilty could have happened,perhaps.Symphony took a drink from his glass of water."please,do not trouble yourtself wiht the why or hows,just udnerstand what Is,It is nothing more thena gift,and is inherently neither good nro evil,as much as ive seen.Now,ill let you sleep,please speak with me in the morning".He smailed again as music,tranquil and serene invaded her mind,dampening her senses until she promptly fell asleep.He reached out gently,arranging her to be more comfortable,layed a blanket over her,and let himself out.
 
Bridges

Roza and Symphony are housed comfortably, under constant guard by the Sejealan mob. After a few days, they receive word that they will be giving a performance together at Hass' casino. Apparently, a delegation of important nobility, diplomats and merchants is in town from nearby Svetla, and Hass wants them well entertained.
 
Nia in "Names and Good byes"

OOC: I supose I shouldn't name one Crusher jr. should I. Morgot forgive me for nameing them both but in the phoster home they may have difrent names, or be called such any ways.

IC: I gracefully slid the pin on the paper signing my name, and signing away the children to a phoster home. This was my gift to them, a life free of the shame and dishonor of their parents. I felt beter knowing that I could hide my shame from them, and more importantly hide their father from them. Even though they may search for me one day, it would be years from now, and the trail will have grown cold. Despite their desire to know who their parents were they would be beter off not knowing.

'Mame you haven't even seen the two children yet.' "I know, I feel it is eassier for them this way, or at least eassier for me. I'd be much happier not seeing my two sons." 'Son and a daughter.' "Daughter, I thought they were both boys." 'No they are only faternal twins so they are very difrent on a genetic level.' "Really, well it doesn't mater."

'Well before you go you really should see them and name them as well.' I couldn't aford to take care of them any ways so it really is beter if I don't see them right. 'Miss.' "No I don't want to see them." 'Well name them at least.' What names can I give these two? I supose I can give them the highest honor I can. "I have two names in mind."

I smiled and looked down at the paper were it asked for the childrens names. With another graceful stroke of the pin I named them Valous and Leos. That'll be my last gift to them.
 
Bridges

Bridges, city of sin, glowing like a wisp in the steamy swamp, is already overwhelmed with refugees from Bay City and Dracon Island. Millions of people displaced by the monstrous spawn of the ancient Loa.

There are no homes to be found for Nia's twin babies in Bridges. They wait in the hospital for their first week of life. Blood samples are taken and put on file, but the tests for Loa infection are still too rare and expensive to be standard hospital procedure. Then the twins fly north on separate planes.

One is adopted into a home in Argopolis, the powerful nation's safe and gleaming capitol. The other is adopted into Jackson, a far northern mining town set among grey mountains and pine trees.

The Argon bueraucracy records the twins' birth on Nia's tourist Visa. Agents of GAIA and the Coda Corporation have been searching for Nia, and now both organizations are monitoring her two children, children they suspect may be the first ever born with the Loa infection.
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Symphony is treated as an honoured guest by Hass and the Sejealan mob. He is free to go about the city, and encouraged to use the sound stage and studio at Hass' hotel. But he is never allowed anywhere without a trio of muscular young martial artists as "bodyguards". Hass dines with him once in the greehouse. Her sinuous dress is the same colour as her snake, coiled aroud a statue nearby. She speaks of the importance of the upcoming concert.

"This visiting delegataion includes members of the nobility of nearby Svetla. You know how vital Svetla is to our business. The Svetlan people worship the Loa, as do we. Yet GAIA does not see fit to give Svetla any of the creators' precious Blood. They pay dearly for these vials." Hass toys with the green gem at her throat. Symphony can see the thin line of Blood inside the gem.
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Nia receicces a written invitation to visit the Jade Fang Dojo. With the invitation, there is a silk martial artist's tunic in the Valin style, and a pair of sai. It is one month after the twins' birth.

The Dojo is an old, low wooden building, lit by braziers of open fire. Otto is dressed in dark green silk and tabi boots, and wearing a short, curved sword. They watch as the young men and women fight barehanded, gracefull and vicious. Nia notices a giant of a man in the shadows, huge and powerful, but silent and watchful.

After a few matches, Otto asks is Nia would care to spar with one of the students.
 
Nia

IC: 'A package has come from Otto.' I looked at Danni, a bit suprised. I was no longer eating, sicne I didn't have children growing in me, and I had returned to my ideal weight in just a week even the wound had healed. I walked over to Dani curious of the package.

I took the box and set it on the counter, I read the card which was an invite to the Jade Fang Dojo. Nothing to personal about it. The package how ever seemed very personal. I opened it up to find a comabt gi of the style my brotehr and I used to use. "Well Dani I now know why he asked me my measurements." I picked up one of the two sais in the box. "Well perhaps this will be fun."

.... at the Dojo ....

I was in the light purple silk robe. The loose stlye of the cloathing should perhaps to much of my upper torso despite the robe haveing a single fastening high to prevent my breasts from spilling out. The silk felt rather good next to my skin and the material was naturally more durable then say cotton despite being lighter.

One student now had anotehr one in a hold and the fight wouldn't last much longer, it did after all look ratehr painfull to be in. Off in the distance I could see a big guy watching, I could tell he was despite his eyes being hidden in shadow.

The next fight started and one student quickly jumped at the other, a bold starting move. I couldn't help but to think back at Jei and his times sparing at home. Fatrher wasn't a master by any means but he was still good never the less. There matches would last long, fatehr always wanting to build Jei's temperance and endurance rather then his mastery of style. Fatehr cosnidered style the domain of the Monestary not his training.

One student pulled a wooden practice Gamma from his back and then moved at the otehr and I was drawn back to my own weapons, I had two sais on my left side. The angles between them difrent so I could grab eitehr one as I needed it, and both with my right hand since I lost my left handed sai on Dracon island I had a tendecy to use a single one in my right hand.

The otehr student had started useing a jo staff and clearly had more skill with his weapon, with a final sweep of the staff under the otehr students leg this fight was also over. 'So would you care to try a spareing match.' I looked at Otto, wondering who he had in mind, and also his conection to this dojo also had me curious. "Sure why not, perhaps you'd like to bet something on the out come."
 
Roza works on the routine that she worked out with symphony, every musical sound he created with his ability she found a complimentary move to suit that sound almost as if the sound had a phyisical movement that went with it. The worked in unison.

She worked constantly to make these new positions in the dance that she designed for the performance. She never really did the same dance twice, and each position she wanted to become more and more fluid, soem movements were almost erotic in nature. Of course this was the aim for this dance. If she could not mesmorize them then she would entice them.

Roza did not wish Madame Hasses attention on her, so she was glad that symphony did all the talking for the both of them. No one bothered her and she did her own thing. She wanted to make a new outfit for this performance, maybe a blood red lined with gold. She felt she could be a bit more gutsy.

Thinking she would need to make this she went to one of the bodyguards that were constantly in her presence watching her practice, making sure she didnt run away, though the thought did have a tendency to come up every morning when she woke up.

"Is it possible for me to get another outfit made for this performance? How would I go about getting this achieved?" She asked the bodyguard hoping she wouldnt have to ask Madame Hass herself.
 
Symphony

Symphony sat' in a corner of the room,a large pair of headphones draped around his neck,quiet at the moment as he stared blankly into the air in front of him.
It seemed to vibrate ,and very very lightly a close observer could see colors writhing and twisting in the air.Music came,though it was...to say the least,strange .It was beautiful but alien,it pulled on the strings deep in the minds of the listener,it sounded fuzzy but at the same time wonderfully clear.
The rhythm shifted and slipped around the listener like a snake,entrancing and ensnaring those that heard it.It followed Roza,trailing around her dancing form like a second outfit,moving with her body,changing at the littlest faction,the air shimmering exotically around her body as she danced,the bodyguards trying to look away and failing,eyes slightly unfocused and mouths agape.
As she stopped dancing to talk to the bodyguards the music drifted away softly,Symphony blinking a bit and giving a soft sigh,sinking into the chair he was in.He was a little tired,being dragged around to meet the Argon underground by Madam Hass 3 nights straight,to fall asleep for an hour and then wake up,unable to sleep.He sighed again and picked up a glass of water next to him and took a gratteful drink,relaxing for the moment....
 
Meanwhile.....

The Queen gestured imperiously,sending a group of soldiers away to a tunnel as He approached Her from behind,taking his position to the right and a little back of the Large Throne.Queen had been watching Tv again,and learned more and more every day,including the idea of the Throne.It was a ominous,if cobbled looking thing,starting with a large,faded blood-red leather armchair,with a raised dais big enough to bring Queen just slightly higher then Himself.Connected to the chair was plates of shredded chitin,so that the throne had a spiky,threatening,and ominous presence about it.
Queen looked to him and He nodded,placing his human arm across his waist and bowing his upper torso,backing away into the tunnel behind the throne used by only Himself and the Queen.
He entered Her chambers and looked around at the large queen-sized bed of crimson silks sheets and large,overstuffed feather pillows.Adorning the immaculately square walls were faded and slightly torn posters stolen from bedrooms,and a small table sat to one corner,holding the Tv,a number a books,and a small antcolony.His still quasi-human face softened a bit as he bent almost double to lean down,examining the industrious little things.
he stood again after a moment and headed through another door,revealing a large room filled with cabinets and refrigerators,along with cooking supplies.He opened a fridge door gently with one hand,and pulled out food and drink,the total including 2 large full pizza pies(frozen) and 2 2-liter bottles of birch beer and a small packet of shredded mozzarella.
He moved over to a row of ovens and slid both pizza's in after spreading more shredded mozzarella on it liberally and setting the timer.He went back to the fridge and pulled out a bucket of crushed ice,placing the soda's into it and grabbing plates,cups and silverware and heading back to Her room,setting the table for Her,setting a pre-poured glass of birch beer on the table just as She entered.She smiled softly,and for the Colony work almost doubled at the moment.

For if Queen was happy,then the world was right for Him.
 
Roza watched the bodyguard leave the room, to seek out Madame Hass, She went back in and grabbed her face towel to wipe the sweat that she worked up practicing. Sighing, she definately needed a break, at least for a few minutes. she slid herself into the chair with the picher of ice water on the table next to it.

She tied the soft linen around her lustrious dark hair to keep it off her neck so she could cool down. she turned to get a glass of water for herself when she saw symphony sitting in a chair next to her. Funnythat she had been so caught up in her practicing that she didnt even see him.

She forgot that it was him that provided that music that made her body dance as it did. It was odd really, her dancing had become so much more than it used to. She believed it had to do with the beautiful music that symphony created. She looked at him once more. In his hands was a glass of water and he looked exhausted.

The poor guy had to practice his music and work with her, plus deal with all the socializing that Madame Hass wanted him to do. She supposed if anyone desrved rest he did. She wished there was something she could do to make him relax and feel well rested.

She didnt want to burden him with something more, but she figured that if the bodyguard wasnt going to get her that new costume, maybe symphony could talk to Madame Hass about it. It didnt seem right to use the one she always did, with this dance, and on top of that, she had specifications on the costume.

As much skin as she normally showed which really wasnt all that much, she didnt want a certain mark of hers to be visable to anybody, not that she cared really but, no sense in getting into trouble where she was already in enough. The best thing she did was run away from that orphange, no sense in having people tracking her down.

Shyly she nudged Symphony on the shoulder and in that sweet accented voice of hers, she sofly whispered to him, "How was your evening with Madame Hass?"
 
Symphony
Symphony blinked and sat back a bit,looking towards Roza.
"hm?oh,alright i suppose,if a bit tedious"he smiled a bit and forced himself to sit straighter.No need to worry her,he thought to himself.The dinner and ensuin party had been long,loud,and crowded as seemingly hundreds of sweaty,at least partially drunk underground syndicate VIP's had come up to hima nd Madam to introduce hismelf,though of course Madam had kept them from staying too long,unluckily,that jsut meant mroe time trying to be nice to Madam,which in any circumstance was a strained thing.
He sighed and looked back to Roza."anything wrong?"
 
Roza took another dainty sip of her water, and played with the rim of her glass. "well I actually had a favor and was hoping htat you could help me?"

She hesitated, really she hated added to his responsibilities, but she really wanted that costume, and felt it was important enough. besides he might not have to say anything at all. She hoped it wouldnt bother him. "I was wondering if you could help me get madame Hass to make arrangements for a new outfit for our performance, I thought it might help enhance the performance, do you think you could?"
 
Bridges

Roza and Symphony had been rehearsing in a large, open room on the lower level of Hass' greenhouse complex. The room opens onto a wide hallway that leads to the central atrium where Roza danced on her first night here. Many smaller side-passages lead off this main hallway into the many levels of the sprawling greenhouse building.

Symphony hears the ultrasonic hum moments before the outer wall shatters, and barely has time to shield himself and Roza from falling debris. Then the sound of breaking glass, splintering steel and roaring fires assaults their ears, the ultrasonic hum still buzzing behind the rest of the noise.

A huge metal insect hovers outside the shattered wall of the rehearsal room. The machine is striped gold and black, and is the size of a small helicopter. It's six legs end in an assortment of heavy weaponry. Even as the two performers watch, the great insect sprays the building with flamethrowers and gatling guns.
So far, none of the attacks have targeted Roza or Symphony directly.

Beyond the hovering robot, the lawn of Hass' estate teems with men in black and yellow body armor. The agents fly using loud, buzzing wing-packs, and carry heavy assault rifles. Both Roza and Symphony recognize the colours of the notorious Killer Bee gang.

Both performers are still unhurt. This may be their best chance to try to escape, or to prove themselves more useful to Madame Hass by defending her home.
 
Bridges

Otto smiles politely at Nia's question. "Of course, a small wager to make the match more interesting. Let us say, if you win, I owe you a favor. Ask of me what you like."

It is not the giant in the shadows who steps up to spar with Nia. This ninja seems younger than the rest, perhaps in his late teens, although still muscular and athletic. His green training uniform shows a network of thorny vines tattooed around his throat.

Otto announces the young man as Tag. The huge man in the shadows studies Nia's stance.

As soon as the gong is sounded for the fight to commence, Tag leaps at Nia barehanded, his eyes cold and dispassionate. She sees immediately that he is trying to get in close grappling range, where his greater strength will give him the advantage.
 
Roza frozen at the site of destruction goes instinctive on survival. Just like she had done the last time was in trouble, hoping that the violence doesnt get directed towards her, she tells symphony over the debris , " Can you make your music really loud and travel it towards those guys?"

Then she drops the towel and walks out into the debris towards the men having no idea yet what she was going to try, she wasnt even sure why she was going to do what she planned,

I could just leave there will be no one to stop me.. why do i have this urge to do something about this sensless destruction, they not even interested in me.

Just as she hears the music wash over her like the cool wave of an ocean she gets the attention of a soldier nearby

"hey!" She says in her slightly accented voice, and becones him with the movements in her body inticing the men with the suductive moves that her dance makes with that internal beat in her head. She sways her hips back and forth. Thinking to herself, trying to will him to drop his gun and walk slowly towards her making him and whomever else was paying attention to follow her and "experience the pleasure" she can offer.

Out of the corner of her eye she can see the bodyguards and she leads the men towards the bodyguards hoping help is on the way. Silently willing all those watching her dance to drop their guns or stop the violence, and follow her. Internally shaking with fear she feels as though she is three seconds from shutting down completely, she wills herself to get the guys within Madame Hass's men.

Not watching behind her she trips over the debris, and falls to the floor, flat on her back, but she continues to move enticing whom ever is watching to follow her, almost thrusting carnal physical thoughts towards them,

Closing her eyes she concentrates on the music she hears, whether from outside or in her head she continues to dance afraid she might break whatever enticement she was for the men that followed.
 
Nia

IC: One Favor, I wonder what I should ask for. I guess I'll just put it under the table now. One second, if I lose does this mean I owe him a favor? He didn't say.

I glanced at the large man in the shadows. I could feel his stare on me, he was studing me for what ever reason. Was he to be my opnent? Well first we have to discuse the losing condition. I opened my mouth and a young boy steped forward in a green outfit, and what looked like some type of leavey ivy tatooed around him.

'This is tag.' "Nice to meet you." I stepped in to the ring and he gave a curtusy bow to me, and I bowed back to seem friendly. "Now..." 'Yep he'll be your opnent, begin.' The match has started.

I looked at him he was leaping at me, something eassy enough to deal with given my training. As he moved in range I grabed his fore arm with my right hand and pulled him towards me snaping my right elbow as he hit it with his chest.

His hands grapled around me and I was pulled close, I hadn't expected him to act with out any sign of pain to my elbow stike, a move that not only had my power but his added to it. I turned my torso to him and placed my leg inbetween his, I wedged my leg between his knee on one leg and the otehr legs foot, my intent was to push him over and break his grip when motions to break his fall.

As I pushed using my leverage to topple my ffoe his grip didn't lossen, he was very aware about his leg work. I strugled a bit more, that is when I noticed it wasn't Ivy around his torrso, no far from it, ivy doesn't have thorns like he does.

I can't beat him at close range like this. I hit his elbow with mine and pushed upward with them, at the same time I ducked forward. One arm went above my head but the otehr griped my shoulder, fortunatly this gave me an edge to escape. I pushed off with my left leg slinging my right foot forward. I took a step off his torso and fliped out of his grip. I quickly regained balance and form, hoping this situation improves.
 
Symphony
Symphony had hear the hum a little bit off and he actually Heard the hum seconds before the wall exploded,throwing himself against Roza and sheltering them behind a piece of recording equipment before standing up partially,glaring at the mechanical insect as if it was its living counterparts actual size as he assisted Roza to her feet.
"Can you make your music really loud and travel it to wards those guys?" Roza asked him.
"please,do you really think that little of my talent?"He almost snorted,but turned it into a more gentle sounding retort,almost playful as he nodded,watching her as She stepped out of the debris,his Talent rising quickly through his head,snapping out of him like an eager puppy to jump and romp around Roza,then twisting seductively as her own abilities used it for their purposes,turning it into a snake,entrancing the soldiers with its eyes and shiny scales.He could have stopped them all with just pure sound,but he decided he would require his focus elsewhere,and Roza could do the job just as well.
Symphony watched,swallowing slightly,even he wasn't unaffected by Roza,he'd have to be a corpse not to,and even then....
He forced his gaze away with a sigh,feeling oddly uncomfortable for a moment before straightening his shirt and turning to the metal insect,staring at it intently as it started to shudder even more,making a high keening sound as plates started to vibrate madly all over its body as he vibrated the plates with sound,trying to force the plates to bend outward and split,or at least force ti out of its stationary hovering position.Another hum started to fill the air,competing against the mechanical monsters own.
OOC:still waiting for something to do with the Ant men,and my symbiote guy^_^)
 
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A Return

*Six Months ago*

Damien didn't know what to do anymore, his family in ruins, His sister returning to his life and wanting to kill his father for her and thier mother's exile. but it was not that way, things never go down the way they want you them too. And now Damien was standing over the wounded body of his father

Merrick: Do it Damien kill him for us.

Damien shook his head, trying to clear it from the spells Merrick was using over his mind. he knew deep down inside this was wrong, but there was nothing he could do. until he heard another voice in his head

Voice: Damien

Damien: Mo....Mo....Mother *he stamtered out*

Merrick: NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! SHE'S DEAD DAMIEN, HE *pointing to thier father* HE KILLED HER

Voice: Listen to me Damien, do not do this. it was not his fault

Damien: *droping the sword and taking his head in his hands* TOO MANY VOICES TOO MANY VOICES *droping to his knees*

Merrick: TRAITOR *picking up the sword next to her and running toward King Dufray* I WILL KILL YOU

Damien picks up his sword and before she can reach Dumar. He hand the hilt of the blade buried into her stomach

Merrick: Damien.

Damien: It is over Merrick

Merrick fell agianst her brother dead. thier father, lying in his own blood as well. both dieing there on the floor of Castle Dufray. the voices gone from his head. Damien stood up guards busting into the room. he sighed and gave them intrsuctions to follow, to anyone the royal family was dead in an explosion in the main castle, an explosion they would stage and Damien was no where to be found, reign would be pasted ot the senate of Draconia and there would be nothing more of the Royal Family unless other wise stated


*Now*
<Bridges>

The young man walked into a hotel and looked around, Whores, Sluts you name 'em they were here and gambling galore as well, he smiled under his hood and took the room that was booked for him already. he shruged off the cloak as he entered the room, the white wings spreading from his body. his blond hair flowing freely now, he stood by the window and looked off into the city.

OFF: Anyone that knows Damien, and is in Bridges, walking on the streets feel free to notice him in the windows
 
Bridges

The Killer Bee agents slowly lower their weapons and moving toward Roza in a trance. Flying with their winged buzzpacks, they quickly reach her. One of the young men drops to his knees in front of the beautiful, reclining dancer, holstering his rifle and grabbing one slender leg. With his other hand, the agent removes the black mask over his face. Roza sees a sweaty, athletic Aralian youth with a small bee tatooed under one ear. Pale skin, close-cropped silver hair, blue eyes bright with lust. The young thug grins. Three more agents are gathering behind him.
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Symphony sends waves of nearly-solid sound crashing into the huge robot creature. Armor plates rattles and creak, metal wings whine, lenses crack, and sensor antenae wave drunkenly. Symphony now has the machine's full attention.

Still struggling against the sonic battering, the giant bee levels all six of it's multi-weapon arms at Symphony, and fires a volley of mini-missiles through the practice room's gaping open wall.
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Damien picks up the psychic stress of the attack before he sees the smoke and fire from the distant greenhouse building. From his hotel window, he can just make out the monstrous robot bee thing hovering over the burning building.
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Nia and Tag exchange flurries of rapid blows, each parrying the other's strikes with a forearm or elbow. Tag favours knife-hand strikes to the throat, and soon Nia is able to anticipate his attack, and finds an opening to sweep his legs out with a kick. The young ninja rolls quickly to his feet, but Nia gains a momentary advantage and a chance to breathe. Becoming aware of her surroundings once more, Nia notices the large man slip away behind a curtain in the rear of the dojo, disappearing.
 
Bay City

The hordes of monsters breeding beneath the ruined city's streets could not go undetected for long. All of the disappearances, and the few reported sightings, have gone up on a large city map in the command center of the city's temporary emergency military authority. A pattern has been detected, and a stretch of Bay City's extensive underground tunnel network is designated for extermination.

It's raining when the three huge transport trucks unload their squad of elite comandoes. The army lost a lot of men to the Crusher, and they are going in expecting monsters. The comandoes split up and enter the tunnels in three teams in tight radio contact. Each team consists of a few machine-gunners, a demolition expert, and two heavy flamethrower troopers. The gas-masked soldiers launch nerve gas grenades into the tunnels ahead of them, searchlights piercing the poisonous smoke as they cautiously check around each corner by radar before proceeding.

Overhead, bombers circle, waiting for the order to strike if the ground forces are overwhelmed or the creatures break above ground.
 
Argopolis

Loki sees the towering skyscrapers of Argo's capital approaching from the bus window. In a few minutes he will be in one of the largest and wealthiest nations in the world, and he's still unclear why.

Months ago, Loki's visions had sent him searching for a woman named Mary Malone, a painter who disapeared. Her trail had ended cold, and it had been weeks before the visions gave him anything new to go on. Then, a few days ago, a stream of information behind his eyes. Hospital records, bloodtests (Loa positive!), adoption certificates, coded communications from GAIA and Coda intelligence, and finally an address in Argopolis.

The home of David and Ann Tobias, and their adopted daughter Valous.
 
Re: Bridges

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Damien picks up the psychic stress of the attack before he sees the smoke and fire from the distant greenhouse building. From his hotel window, he can just make out the monstrous robot bee thing hovering over the burning building.
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Damien stood over the balconey watching the giant robot hover over the building, his senses working in over time now, hearing somewhat of a fight going on, he just stood there watching and waiting to see what was going to happen next
 
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