Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
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Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
Ɩ'M ƁƠƦЄƊ...
ƜӇƳ ƊƠƝ'Ƭ ƳƠƲ...
ЄƝƬЄƦƬƛƖƝ MЄ?
ԼЄƬ'Ƨ ƤԼƛƳ ƛ ƓƛMЄ...
☻☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲"ƨнow мɘ ɒ ƨмilɘ~!"☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☻
So The Inquisibear was still on Santana's shoulder like a makeshift parrot if anyone was wondering. And he was having a lot of fun being powerful- well not really, but he was on a powerful person's shoulder thus HE WAS POWERFUL!!!! Anyways he was mostly being useless save for his openly taunting Santana's opponents "KYAHAHAHA! WEAKLINGS! WEAKLINGS! WEAKLINGS! YOU MIGHT AS WELL KISS YOURSELVES GOODNIGHT! BECAUSE YOU FACE TRUE STRENGTH!! BOW BEFORE ME PEONS! BOOOOOOOW!!" and then Jo showed up. Now this was getting serious. Or really, it would have, if not for The Inquisitor existing. The stuffed bear stood triumphantly across the hall, pointing towards Jo as she spoke to Santana "SHUT IT TRASH! I bet you fell for me trap! OH YOU SO DID! You couldn't help to ever match my intellect Josephine Beaumont! I win! I ALWAYS WIN! THIS IS MACHINATION ENTERPRISE KYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" he seemed pretty confident in himself (read: Santana) on winning this, as he started to spit out his mechanical tongue at the bluenette "Santana! Kill this weakling!! She's the real threat!"
☻☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲"тυяи тнɒт ʇяowи υqƨibɘ bowи~!"☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☻
☻☱☱☱☱☱☱☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☲☲☲☲☲☲"so ı ɔɐu qɹǝɐʞ ʇɥɐʇ sɯıๅǝ oɟ ʎonɹ's~!"☲☲☲☲☲☲☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☱☱☱☱☱☱☻
❝It's me~!!❞
Inquisibear's Theme - Lunadial Overclock
Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
░░▒▒▓▓Everybody loves the underdog▓▓▒▒░░
░░▒▒▓▓Then the underdog becomes a hero and they hate him▓▓▒▒░░
⧱Ryder Mercy⧱
⧰The Boss⧰
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Gold medals aren't made of gold . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . they're made of sweat, determination
and a hard-to-find alloy called guts
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Ryder seemed to have heard Zombie's words mentioning Chelsea--as his grip on his bat tightened considerably, his knuckles turning white as he glared down Zombie from across the room. After a moment, he began walking forward, slowly, speaking clearly across the room as he went, his bat lowered to his side.
"You know, it's really damn obnoxious...that you'd think that you'd know what she would want...How much did you even know about her? Did you know her favorite color? What kinds of programs she liked? How she liked to watch the sunset from our roof back at home...? Or maybe did you ever learn that she hated people who thought they could assume things about others...? You act like you feel like her dying was the end of your world, but did you really even care?! Try again, you prick. Your vendettas don't hold any meaning." He stopped moving after having come closer--and suddenly raised his voice to a much higher volume as he continued, 'What fucking right do you think you have to use my sister's death to fuel your own pride...?! You never loved her--now you're just upset about it because you feel like it's the right thing to do! Like it's what's expected! Everyone in that goddamn room tried to save her up until it was too late, Zombie--me included! Do you know what it was like to have to watch that?! Do you have ANY idea?! You're just angry for the sake of being angry, you didn't even KNOW her! You didn't know anything! So how much do you think you fucking know about me and Jo, huh?! You think we're outta our league?! You and your fucking--justice this, justice that! If you think that killing everyone that makes you upset is fucking justice, then you need to get your head out of your fucking ASS! Well lemme tell you this, Zombie--I've fought plenty of scarier people than you before, and if you think that your fake psychic powers and your fake justice and your fake even PRETENDING to care about my sister can beat me, then you're dead wrong!" He didn't hesitate anymore at that moment--he'd riled himself up enough--and he charged straight for Zombie, sure that if he could just knock him out fast enough, he'd have a chance. "You think you're outta my league?! PROVE IT!"
"I'd go for more 'handsome' or 'dashing' than 'sexy'--so that's fine with me," Santana replied to Eagle with a scoffing chuckle. He continued slashing at Eagle--until suddeny, he spotted something seemingly in the reflection of his sword, which actually got a verbal reaction out of him: ",,,,fFFFFFF--" Immediately leaping off to the side, he narrowly avoided the earring's explosion, catching his balance nimbly and turning to face Jo with a laugh. "Hey, nice one! You almost had me there!" He listened to what Jo had to said, then as she finished, made a very mocking version of what appeared to be a frightened face--before pulling up his eyepatch to reveal a perfectly functional eye. "What, you mean this eye?" He gave another laugh, grinning in Jo's direction, then replacing his eyepatch to its previous position. He turned his head slightly to listen to the bear standing on his shoulder, then shook his head gently, replying, "I know you like insulting people, David, but this here is no weakling--no, a weakling could never do what Señorita Beaumont here did..." He shifted his stance a bit, seemingly getting ready should combat ensue again--he hadn't forgotten Rommel, and now he had a famed psychic in his midst, as well--as well as the invisible guy, wherever he was... "Sorry to say this, Beaumont, but...I think you're pretty lacking in mercy, as it is, aside from your boyfriend--" He chuckled again--before his expression abruptly became quite serious. "No, but in all seriousness...I won't be ordered around by a criminal. I've seized your Branch of Sin and easily fought my way through your soldiers--if you want their heads to stay firmly on their shoulders, I'd recommend that you turn yourselves in now, chica...take it as a word of advice from a wise elder...if we both fight here seriously, there probably won't even be a base left anymore...just how many lives are you willing to lose...?"
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An Anthem of Perseverance - Thousand Suns
░░▒▒▓▓Heroism is accessible▓▓▒▒░░
░░▒▒▓▓Happiness is more difficult▓▓▒▒░░
⧱Santana Pejoves⧱
⧰Espada de Justicia⧰
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Fight for freedom and justice . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . but don't you dare forget
the people you left behind
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Last edited by Akikazemoon on Tue Jun 09, 2015 5:58 pm; edited 1 time in total
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Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
▩▩▩──☠☠☠──≫ I couldn't beat them, so I became stronger. I couldn't join them so I killed them. That is my reality.
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As interesting as being ignored during a fight that she wasn't part of was she had some other things to do and she didn't want to stick around just incase she was actually spotted by Ryder or Jo she did not want to incur the wrath of either of them but they seemed preoccupied and she was bored so she shot one more footman finished her bagel and walked out. (exit)
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Nathan... did not seem to take what Ryder was saying well "Heheheheh.... hahahaha.... HAHAHAHA! THAT'S -HILARIOUS-! Don't fool yourself, filthy criminal! Do you think a single word of what you say is worth ANYTHING!? A criminal is a criminal is a criminal is a criminal! AND THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE!" Zombie test swung his sword before getting into an offensive stance, he was preparing to strike "But that's always been you... you ALWAYS think you're the good guy! You don't belong in a prison, you belong in an asylum! You're delirious! You commit evil, and you're apparently incapable of dealing with it, because you always justify your actions as good! Chelsea's death is YOUR fault and always will be! Why did she even come to No Man's Land in the first place!? BECAUSE OF YOU! When she got involved in Vulture Team, why didn't you stop her!? Why didn't you have the common sense to know that what she was doing was dangerous!? No, you just let her come with you guys on all your little adventures... and SHE paid the price for it! She was the innocent one! YOU should have died that night, THEN justice would have been served!" Nathan's blood was boiling, he knew that this time he could not fail. He could not bare to face his father if he were to return without the Branch of Sin, he would be a failure! Hearing Ryder's demeaning words only further heated him up "Oh really...? Because I recall that last time we met I curb-stomped you with THIS! CHELSEA- ACTIVATE!" the machine on Zombie's wrist lit up in physic energy before he was quickly consumed by its power. There he stood before Ryder, covered in a familiar psychic aura "You can call me fake all you want... it's all more than enough to deal with you!!" Zombie's sword was engulfed in a psychic energy as he charged out towards Ryder "You can't beat perfection, brother-in-law!"
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❝Sorry...❞
Zombie's Theme - I Am Perfection
Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
✮✮✮ ▸ SO FUCK YOUR RULES, MAN ↘↘
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my passion!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my love!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxhere comes pure energy!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my fury!
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xxxxxxxJosephine✖↰ Beaumont
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❀ x so let your soul dance, babyxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx time to free yourself at last x❀
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬【QUEEN CALAMITY】▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Jo gave Inquisibear a bit of a look, something that wasn`t quite a glare but was clearly as venom slicked- before it became apparent that he was... here. Her Branch of Sin was right here. "...You do not get to say things like that while you`re a bear, honestly-" She quickly offered offered a sweet, yet clearly dangerous smile as Santana rewarded her efforts to blow him up with a bit of praise- a smile that very quickly faded at his next action. She scowled, her fists tightening just a bit more as she seethed- jokes about eyes were never gonna not be a sore spot with her. "I`ll chop off your dick then. You won`t miss that, will you?" One of her hands slipped down to retrieve her combat knife from her belt as she hissed at the older male, her eyes narrowing as he spoke to the bear at his side. Honestly, she may have been infamous for her lack of insight, despite her intelligence- but she was smart enough to know she should not trust anything relating to the Inquisitor. Especially an AI he programmed himself. His lack of loyalty didn`t surprise her- but, it did earn quite a few exasperated looks. And, admittedly, a bit of deep rooted pride. She was learning.
Back to Santana- she didn`t pretend to feign any pride as he insisted that she was not, in fact, a weakling- and that her actions prior cemented that fact. Knowingly, she glared harder, her teeth grit just slightly, displaying a level of self restraint- which was somewhat shaken at the mere mention of Ryder. She locked her eyes onto his, not budging as he spoke, and waiting until he finished before speaking. "...If you`re done- you can cut out the high and mighty bullshit here, officer. As a matter a fact, hey, I`m a lil glad you`re honoring me with your presence today, Pejoves! Because I`ve been meaning to talk to you about how full of shit I think you are-- you`d think a geezer like you`d be wise enough to know the only difference between me and you is an ego and a title. Death`s death. Prosecution`s prosecution. If you honestly think the world today is any place for your shitty fuckin` laws-- then maybe it`s about time someone gave you a wake up call! ...And while I`m at it, shove it with the 'veteran advice' crap- your Viagra dosage won`t save ya here, asshole." She barked, speaking with a bit more familiarity than one would expect-- and only because she still had night terrors about the things Santana had gone through almost thirty years ago. Things she had seen through the eyes of Kraven, Xiu, David Kruger, even the original Charles Paladin- events that had led up to the Cataclysm. Events that would scar any man- not very unlike what Jo had gone through herself. The words she barked at Santana sounded almost scripted- the sincerest attempt she could muster at not feeling sympathy for the male before her. Besides, she didn`t like the vigilantes, or anything they stood for-- they were a half hearted, limp attempt at her own ambitions. That, and she needed to be focused- she had fended off hoards of vigilantes on her own before, but this was not any regular vigilante. This was a last ditch effort from Absolute Justice to apprehend her and crush her dreams, crush her goals of a brighter future. Now was not the time to be empathetic, she rationalized. "So, to answer your question..." Jo bared her combat knife like fangs, holding it up readily for his approach, her eyes seeming to brighten significantly in color. She just had to get the sword away from him, she mentally repeated- that was all. Then it was fair game. "Just one- and it`s yours. There`s easier ways to kill yourself than to fuck with me- come and get some!"
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❝ I... am the forever engine. The fire you can`t put out. The grinding gears. The living, breathing machine of hope. I am your Queen of Calamity- and I`ve got big plans for this world... ❞
Jo`s Theme - LoveFuryEnergyPassion
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my passion!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my love!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxhere comes pure energy!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my fury!
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xxxxxxxJosephine✖↰ Beaumont
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❀ x so let your soul dance, baby
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬【QUEEN CALAMITY】▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Jo gave Inquisibear a bit of a look, something that wasn`t quite a glare but was clearly as venom slicked- before it became apparent that he was... here. Her Branch of Sin was right here. "...You do not get to say things like that while you`re a bear, honestly-" She quickly offered offered a sweet, yet clearly dangerous smile as Santana rewarded her efforts to blow him up with a bit of praise- a smile that very quickly faded at his next action. She scowled, her fists tightening just a bit more as she seethed- jokes about eyes were never gonna not be a sore spot with her. "I`ll chop off your dick then. You won`t miss that, will you?" One of her hands slipped down to retrieve her combat knife from her belt as she hissed at the older male, her eyes narrowing as he spoke to the bear at his side. Honestly, she may have been infamous for her lack of insight, despite her intelligence- but she was smart enough to know she should not trust anything relating to the Inquisitor. Especially an AI he programmed himself. His lack of loyalty didn`t surprise her- but, it did earn quite a few exasperated looks. And, admittedly, a bit of deep rooted pride. She was learning.
Back to Santana- she didn`t pretend to feign any pride as he insisted that she was not, in fact, a weakling- and that her actions prior cemented that fact. Knowingly, she glared harder, her teeth grit just slightly, displaying a level of self restraint- which was somewhat shaken at the mere mention of Ryder. She locked her eyes onto his, not budging as he spoke, and waiting until he finished before speaking. "...If you`re done- you can cut out the high and mighty bullshit here, officer. As a matter a fact, hey, I`m a lil glad you`re honoring me with your presence today, Pejoves! Because I`ve been meaning to talk to you about how full of shit I think you are-- you`d think a geezer like you`d be wise enough to know the only difference between me and you is an ego and a title. Death`s death. Prosecution`s prosecution. If you honestly think the world today is any place for your shitty fuckin` laws-- then maybe it`s about time someone gave you a wake up call! ...And while I`m at it, shove it with the 'veteran advice' crap- your Viagra dosage won`t save ya here, asshole." She barked, speaking with a bit more familiarity than one would expect-- and only because she still had night terrors about the things Santana had gone through almost thirty years ago. Things she had seen through the eyes of Kraven, Xiu, David Kruger, even the original Charles Paladin- events that had led up to the Cataclysm. Events that would scar any man- not very unlike what Jo had gone through herself. The words she barked at Santana sounded almost scripted- the sincerest attempt she could muster at not feeling sympathy for the male before her. Besides, she didn`t like the vigilantes, or anything they stood for-- they were a half hearted, limp attempt at her own ambitions. That, and she needed to be focused- she had fended off hoards of vigilantes on her own before, but this was not any regular vigilante. This was a last ditch effort from Absolute Justice to apprehend her and crush her dreams, crush her goals of a brighter future. Now was not the time to be empathetic, she rationalized. "So, to answer your question..." Jo bared her combat knife like fangs, holding it up readily for his approach, her eyes seeming to brighten significantly in color. She just had to get the sword away from him, she mentally repeated- that was all. Then it was fair game. "Just one- and it`s yours. There`s easier ways to kill yourself than to fuck with me- come and get some!"
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❝ I... am the forever engine. The fire you can`t put out. The grinding gears. The living, breathing machine of hope. I am your Queen of Calamity- and I`ve got big plans for this world... ❞
Jo`s Theme - LoveFuryEnergyPassion
Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
░░▒▒▓▓Heroism is accessible▓▓▒▒░░
░░▒▒▓▓Happiness is more difficult▓▓▒▒░░
⧱Santana Pejoves⧱
⧰Espada de Justicia⧰
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Fight for freedom and justice . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . but don't you dare forget
the people you left behind
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Santana watched Jo carefully as she spoke, ready to move at any moment if she came in to attack him. In response to her words, he gave a chuckle, and replied,
"It's hardly an 'honor'...what sort of man would I be if I let my station do the talking for me? No...that's not things work. People should speak with their skills, and their beliefs...nobody can just ride out their title and call themselves a real leader...and it's clear that you realize that, Señorita. You've come a long, long way...but then again, so have I. The difference between you and I seems to be lying somewhere else--somewhere we've yet to explain. But it is clear that no matter how much you want to say that there's little difference between us...we're worlds apart. A leader cannot simply exist on their own ambition alone...they have to take into account the world around them. We do not exist in a vacuum...and despite the fact that law is struggling to keep itself alive here, a world without law is one where far too many people die...and that isn't a world that I find myself able to accept. Can you accept a world like that, Señorita...? Do you fight to live on a near-empty earth?" He shifted the grip on his sword a little bit, his eyes glancing down into the reflection on the blade momentarily before he suddenly swiped it in front of his feet--making a small portal open on the floor. He gave Jo a muted smile, then stepped into the newly created hole--suddenly appearing above and behind Jo, coming at her at a diagonal angle, using the momentum from his fall to send himself, blade-first, coming in for an attempt at a stab, straight at the bluenette. "Go ahead--show me your resolve. Tell me."
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With Hope On His Blade - Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
Akikazemoon- Rookie Hero
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Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
✮✮✮ ▸ SO FUCK YOUR RULES, MAN ↘↘
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my passion!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my love!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxhere comes pure energy!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my fury!
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xxxxxxxJosephine✖↰ Beaumont
xxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❀ x so let your soul dance, babyxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx time to free yourself at last x❀
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬【QUEEN CALAMITY】▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Jo remained tense and alert as she listened to Santana`s words judgmentally, taking them with a grain of salt. She never once let her guard down, though- even though she knew very well what kind of person Santana was, she didn`t want to leave herself even a bit vulnerable.
She seemed to actually muse over his words with something like a thoughtful expression... but, grew alert as she noted the slightest movement in his arm- when the portal was cut open, immediately she readied herself to move or suffer the consequences, her eyes wildly flickering from place to place to re locate him. It took the sound of the portal opening behind her to make her instinctively barrel roll to the right, landing in a kneeled position and flipping Hopebringer into her grasp, quickly firing off several shots the very moment she landed. "I`m a smart lady, I know when to admit someone else`s right--! It`s impossible to completely tear down the system and start from scratch, I get that- but it needs to be fixed. And it can`t be fixed from the inside- not anymore!" She barked, keeping her finger down on the trigger button for as long as she could- more bullets meant a better chance at hitting him. Specifically, she aimed for his hand and shoulder- still concerned with getting that sword away from him. She`d only heard things about it, but seeing it actually preform those feats in person was a bit daunting. "One man`s terrorist organization is another man`s revolution, Shittana!" Jo was a mature person, ye...
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❝ I... am the forever engine. The fire you can`t put out. The grinding gears. The living, breathing machine of hope. I am your Queen of Calamity- and I`ve got big plans for this world... ❞
Jo`s Theme - LoveFuryEnergyPassion
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my passion!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my love!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxhere comes pure energy!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my fury!
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xxxxxxxJosephine✖↰ Beaumont
xxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❀ x so let your soul dance, baby
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Jo remained tense and alert as she listened to Santana`s words judgmentally, taking them with a grain of salt. She never once let her guard down, though- even though she knew very well what kind of person Santana was, she didn`t want to leave herself even a bit vulnerable.
She seemed to actually muse over his words with something like a thoughtful expression... but, grew alert as she noted the slightest movement in his arm- when the portal was cut open, immediately she readied herself to move or suffer the consequences, her eyes wildly flickering from place to place to re locate him. It took the sound of the portal opening behind her to make her instinctively barrel roll to the right, landing in a kneeled position and flipping Hopebringer into her grasp, quickly firing off several shots the very moment she landed. "I`m a smart lady, I know when to admit someone else`s right--! It`s impossible to completely tear down the system and start from scratch, I get that- but it needs to be fixed. And it can`t be fixed from the inside- not anymore!" She barked, keeping her finger down on the trigger button for as long as she could- more bullets meant a better chance at hitting him. Specifically, she aimed for his hand and shoulder- still concerned with getting that sword away from him. She`d only heard things about it, but seeing it actually preform those feats in person was a bit daunting. "One man`s terrorist organization is another man`s revolution, Shittana!" Jo was a mature person, ye...
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❝ I... am the forever engine. The fire you can`t put out. The grinding gears. The living, breathing machine of hope. I am your Queen of Calamity- and I`ve got big plans for this world... ❞
Jo`s Theme - LoveFuryEnergyPassion
Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
░░▒▒▓▓Heroism is accessible▓▓▒▒░░
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⧱Santana Pejoves⧱
⧰Espada de Justicia⧰
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Fight for freedom and justice . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . but don't you dare forget
the people you left behind
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Santana landed lightly on his feet as Jo dodged away, quickly turning to slash each of her bullets in half with the edge of his blade, his eyes darting down to glance into the reflection of the crimson metal for a moment before they returned to looking at Jo again, getting a good chuckle out of the 'Shittana' part, before becoming serious again.
"And there's the problem--the system as a whole can't be fixed--just as it can't be completely broken. More than anything, this 'system' that we all hold so dear is something like a living creature--and every person on Earth is like a single cell in the organism. Just like in any other living thing, cells can get sick, turn against their host, live or die--the system cannot be changed, but it can shift." He shifted his stance again, and sliced through the air in front of him suddenly, a red streak following the blade--and in that moment, everything to Jo but for Santana would seem as if it was playing out in slow motion--as if time itself had been altered. Santana walked forward, lowering his sword slightly and continuing to speak. "I don't think you're shifting it in the right direction, Señorita. I can't say that I know any of your personal life experience--but I can say that I know that a diseased cell will only ever harm its host. Now, as a fellow part of this single organism of a world here...it's not in my nature to want to kill you. I'm sure that there are plenty out there that wouldn't hesitate to take your life..." He stopped, closer to Jo now, raising his sword to point the tip at her--then lowering it slightly. "I'm not among those people. I accept that death is a reality we need to deal with...but I want to reach a future without using a 'reality' as a 'tool' or an 'excuse.' The world I envision has all of the cells working together to better their host...do you know what happens within living creatures when they get diseases that make the cells kill each other? The creature dies--slowly and painfully. As I said already--I don't perpetuate death." For a moment, there was a flash of something in his eye that looked genuinely troubled. His other hand moved to rest on the old, broken gun at his belt, and he spoke again, time beginning to move as normal again, Santana taking a defensive stance with his blade now that he was closer to Jo--but not attacking, for whatever reason. "I've seen too many die pointless deaths--and I'm sure you have, too. If you stop this fight now, and surrender--I won't harm the rest of your troops, and I'll do all in my power to keep Zombie from slaughtering them for absolutely no reason like he kind of just--does--how does that sound...? This is my last peace offering here, Señorita Beaumont..."
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With Hope On His Blade - Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
Akikazemoon- Rookie Hero
- Posts : 6518
Points : 7317
Join date : 2013-04-29
Age : 30
Location : Maryland, U.S.A.
Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
✮✮✮ ▸ SO FUCK YOUR RULES, MAN ↘↘
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my passion!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my love!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxhere comes pure energy!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my fury!
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xxxxxxxJosephine✖↰ Beaumont
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❀ x so let your soul dance, babyxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx time to free yourself at last x❀
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Jo listened to Santana with grit teeth, leaning back on her kneeled position to try to pivot further away from him. If she stayed far and just kept shooting and throwing stuff, he couldn`t hit her, right...? Maybe he`d get tired, he was old- then she could go in and take the sword...
Her attempts at devising a strategy were cut off as the pace of the room slowed, something she automatically learned to attribute to another ring of anxiety causing her hallucinations. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and reopened them, a feeling of nausea crawling in her abdomen and sneaking to her throat, though she pretended to be unbothered and continued to glare up at Santana as he spoke, not daring to move from her position. Her gloved finger shakily, but gently stroked the trigger, waiting for a lull in his words before she spoke. "How can you claim I`m shifting anything in the right direction when I ain`t done shit yet...? Fuck, we just-- got this shitty base, and you fucks are so scared of me that you`re already here to fuck with it! Fuckin` hilarious, if anything!" She gave a fake laugh for emphasis before continuing, "Hell as a matter a fact-- my only real goal right now... is killing Cain. He fucked with the love of my life so I`m gonna fuck him twice as hard. I want his head. On my wall. Sounds familiar, don`t it? Almost, y`know- exactly what yer doin`. So why the fuck do you pricks think you can judge me...?! What, because I`ve killed a couple more people?! Death`s death, cocksleeve- why`re you talking like you`re on the same level as those fucks in Paladin...? I know you, I had my days with Black Dragon too, chico, I trusted CP-02 too-- the only thing that makes you different now is that you keep trying to tell everyone around you what`s proper and what`s not..." She moved to her full height then- holding her revolver up and aiming despite her growing sickness and sensitivity. She was evidently getting fairly worked up, too- she didn`t respond well to being lectured, even less so recently, especially concerning things like death. She had serious feelings on the subject that she almost didn`t feel comfortable telling anyone- she didn`t want anyone to think less of her for them. "And shove it with the organism metaphor, shit makes you sound retarded. I don`t give a shit about your feelings on the necessity of death, Mr. High and Mighty... bring talk like that back to your pals at Paladong and the MSF- they`ll laugh in yer face... trust me on that one..." She still hadn`t shot, but he hadn`t slashed either- she didn`t pay mind to the close proximity of his clearly dangerous blade, pretending not to be intimidated as she locked eyes with him, never once softening her glare even as she detected the slightest bit of sympathy and hesitance from her suddenly peaking psychic senses. As he finally came to offer his final warning, a final chance for her to avoid any further damage- her glare somehow grew sharper. For a few heavy moments, she didn`t answer, just glared- before finally, she spoke. "...Fuck you." She spat, lowering her revolver some. If one were judging by body language alone, it looked like a surrender- though her words indicated otherwise. "If I wanted your pity, I would have told you something much more colorful. Touch another one of my troops and I will make it my personal project to ruin your life, boy-- and trust me... when I really want someone fucked over... they get fucked over. I`m a lot more dangerous than you think- which is really saying something, considering I think you may be the only person I`ve ever met who hadn`t underestimated me. Impressive. But, it`s me you want- you can leave my troops and Nathan outta this, thanks." Abruptly, she moved forward to smack the butt of the revolver against one of Santana`s arms, wanting to use the closed distance to her advantage while she could- and only then did she notice time resuming to it`s regular speed. Huh... maybe ranting had set her head straight some...?
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❝ I... am the forever engine. The fire you can`t put out. The grinding gears. The living, breathing machine of hope. I am your Queen of Calamity- and I`ve got big plans for this world... ❞
Jo`s Theme - LoveFuryEnergyPassion
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my passion!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my love!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxhere comes pure energy!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my fury!
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xxxxxxxJosephine✖↰ Beaumont
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❀ x so let your soul dance, baby
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Jo listened to Santana with grit teeth, leaning back on her kneeled position to try to pivot further away from him. If she stayed far and just kept shooting and throwing stuff, he couldn`t hit her, right...? Maybe he`d get tired, he was old- then she could go in and take the sword...
Her attempts at devising a strategy were cut off as the pace of the room slowed, something she automatically learned to attribute to another ring of anxiety causing her hallucinations. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and reopened them, a feeling of nausea crawling in her abdomen and sneaking to her throat, though she pretended to be unbothered and continued to glare up at Santana as he spoke, not daring to move from her position. Her gloved finger shakily, but gently stroked the trigger, waiting for a lull in his words before she spoke. "How can you claim I`m shifting anything in the right direction when I ain`t done shit yet...? Fuck, we just-- got this shitty base, and you fucks are so scared of me that you`re already here to fuck with it! Fuckin` hilarious, if anything!" She gave a fake laugh for emphasis before continuing, "Hell as a matter a fact-- my only real goal right now... is killing Cain. He fucked with the love of my life so I`m gonna fuck him twice as hard. I want his head. On my wall. Sounds familiar, don`t it? Almost, y`know- exactly what yer doin`. So why the fuck do you pricks think you can judge me...?! What, because I`ve killed a couple more people?! Death`s death, cocksleeve- why`re you talking like you`re on the same level as those fucks in Paladin...? I know you, I had my days with Black Dragon too, chico, I trusted CP-02 too-- the only thing that makes you different now is that you keep trying to tell everyone around you what`s proper and what`s not..." She moved to her full height then- holding her revolver up and aiming despite her growing sickness and sensitivity. She was evidently getting fairly worked up, too- she didn`t respond well to being lectured, even less so recently, especially concerning things like death. She had serious feelings on the subject that she almost didn`t feel comfortable telling anyone- she didn`t want anyone to think less of her for them. "And shove it with the organism metaphor, shit makes you sound retarded. I don`t give a shit about your feelings on the necessity of death, Mr. High and Mighty... bring talk like that back to your pals at Paladong and the MSF- they`ll laugh in yer face... trust me on that one..." She still hadn`t shot, but he hadn`t slashed either- she didn`t pay mind to the close proximity of his clearly dangerous blade, pretending not to be intimidated as she locked eyes with him, never once softening her glare even as she detected the slightest bit of sympathy and hesitance from her suddenly peaking psychic senses. As he finally came to offer his final warning, a final chance for her to avoid any further damage- her glare somehow grew sharper. For a few heavy moments, she didn`t answer, just glared- before finally, she spoke. "...Fuck you." She spat, lowering her revolver some. If one were judging by body language alone, it looked like a surrender- though her words indicated otherwise. "If I wanted your pity, I would have told you something much more colorful. Touch another one of my troops and I will make it my personal project to ruin your life, boy-- and trust me... when I really want someone fucked over... they get fucked over. I`m a lot more dangerous than you think- which is really saying something, considering I think you may be the only person I`ve ever met who hadn`t underestimated me. Impressive. But, it`s me you want- you can leave my troops and Nathan outta this, thanks." Abruptly, she moved forward to smack the butt of the revolver against one of Santana`s arms, wanting to use the closed distance to her advantage while she could- and only then did she notice time resuming to it`s regular speed. Huh... maybe ranting had set her head straight some...?
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❝ I... am the forever engine. The fire you can`t put out. The grinding gears. The living, breathing machine of hope. I am your Queen of Calamity- and I`ve got big plans for this world... ❞
Jo`s Theme - LoveFuryEnergyPassion
Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
░░▒▒▓▓Heroism is accessible▓▓▒▒░░
░░▒▒▓▓Happiness is more difficult▓▓▒▒░░
⧱Santana Pejoves⧱
⧰Espada de Justicia⧰
⚔-------------------------------------⚔
Fight for freedom and justice . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . but don't you dare forget
the people you left behind
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Santana listened to Jo's reply in silence for the most part--he lowered his free hand from his belt, giving a quiet chuckle at Jo's final threat, smiling and shaking his head.
"You're a bit late for that, chica...I've been ruined for twenty-eight years now..." At Jo smacking his arm, he backed up a step or two, watching her carefully as he spoke again, slowly taking up a more aggressive stance, as if preparing to attack. "I know I'm unrealistic. I've always been an idealist. Death is death, and trying to keep people away from it could very well be seen as a useless practice...but it's a useless practice that I'm invested in. I'm an old man dedicated to a idealistic passion...but even though I know that, hey--old habits die hard...!" He suddenly rushed forward, slashing downwards towards the portion of floor Jo was atop of--making several chunks of it disappear in an effort to make the bluenette lose her footing. "Think of it this way, though--even if we all have the same goal, killing Cain--there is something else behind that. It's power. The power to take down the man akin to a god--what organization wouldn't want to have that? I can't say that I never thought about it that way--something so powerful to take down Cain could surely defeat any number of criminals, right? Not to mention the noteriety that comes with defeating a man of Cain's calibur...the reputational boost...I'm sure that there are plenty of who have thought about this. At the end of the day, I just want to end him as a problem--but I can't deny that I considered the other things...it's basic human nature." He quickly switched to a more aggressive tactic, swiping at Jo with several slashes of his sword--although the aim behind them was to keep the wounds shallow and non-lethal. "You say that you want to kill Cain because he wronged somebody close to you--but is that your only reason? What is your true motivation to kill Cain, Señorita Beaumont? Is it any of the things I mentioned before? Or is it something else entirely? I'll go ahead and say that you're not exactly someone with the reputation of a saint...in fact, most are certain that you've got no regard for human life whatsoever, what with the incident that befell Canada...surely, you must understand that there are certain concerns about allowing you to be the one to best Cain--considering the perks that come with it. However, there are two sides to every coin...do you have a respectable reason to put on the table here, Señorita? Can you prove that you're not the power-hungry potential tyrant that people label you as?"
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With Hope On His Blade - Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
Akikazemoon- Rookie Hero
- Posts : 6518
Points : 7317
Join date : 2013-04-29
Age : 30
Location : Maryland, U.S.A.
Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
✮✮✮ ▸ SO FUCK YOUR RULES, MAN ↘↘
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my passion!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my love!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxhere comes pure energy!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my fury!
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xxxxxxxJosephine✖↰ Beaumont
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❀ x so let your soul dance, babyxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx time to free yourself at last x❀
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬【QUEEN CALAMITY】▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Jo grunted as Santana very simply stepped away from her attack, continuing to glare daggers at the man as he spoke. "Yadda yadda-- take a look at my record, asshat! Two casualties in five years- see how easy you slit someone`s throat after blowing away a country of mostly innocent folks. Yer preaching to the choir about idealism or whatever you wanna call it, and quite frankly, also pissing me off- so kindly SHOVE IT-!" She lurched forward to try to pistol whip him again, not paying enough attention to notice the move he had made at her feet, successfully messing with her footing and causing her to scramble to regain it. She was distracted by his next spiel, still scowling as she glanced at him in interest, responding to his words by spitting onto the ground. "Cool, nice, whatever- I haven`t, `cause I`m sure a fuckin` pure cinnamon bun. With a bounty like mine, I don`t need the rep- I just need a little girl avenged and a demigod`s head on my wall, alright? Not that hard to understand, so shut the fu-" Her agitation got the better of her in that she wasn`t too entirely focused on the fight- making it pretty easy for Santana to smoothly glide his sword into her a multitude of times, plasma leaking from the wounds on her exposed skin and onto the floor, pulling a sharp gasp out from her lungs. She didn`t waste any time, though- she quickly hopped away from him, trying her best to clear her head and recover from both her nausea and the bloodloss. This was proving to be a trip... "Let`s get some things straight here, yeah-? Firstly, I don`t have SHIT to prove to your sorry ass, alright- and secondly, gee it sure is a good thing I don`t give a FUCK about what most think, `cause people just believe whatever`s more comforting. They don`t like me because I say and stand for things that they don`t wanna hear about- that`s why they need to make a villain out of me. You creeps have two modes- black, white- you don`t see shit beyond that, and THAT`S exactly what`s wrong with the world! Like I said, one fuck`s terrorist is another bitch`s revolutionist- from where I`m lookin`, YOUR the sick fuck for working with the system! Why don`t you see a problem with the way PALADIN handles shit?! Have you HEARD about Scarlet? You think little girls, babies, teenagers with ambition- you think it`s NORMAL for them to be making celebrities out of super criminals? Don`t you wanna END that?! Why`s nobody FIXING anything that`s wrong...?! I`m doing this, gladly putting my life on the line so maybe some other girl won`t have to live how I have--!" She barked, seething with anger and almost shaking- her own bringing up Scarlet only ended up serving to rile her up more and make her further lose focus on the actual fight at hand. She had almost forgotten her life and the lives of her troops were at stake here- Santana`s comments needed rebuttals. "So to answer your stupid question- Cain wronged me... he made made me watch a little girl blow up into a mass of tentacles before dying a miserable fuckin` death, while my intestines were literally scraping the floor- not to mention, our goals are too similar. He wants Paladin gone... I want Paladin gone... he`s in my way. I don`t give a fuck if it`s you, Kims, Kraven, or even Cain`s demigod ass-- ANYONE WHO GETS IN MY WAY IS GONNA DIE. And, fuck, really, if I`m being honest- Cain`s where I wanna be... and I`m really more concerned with Paladin and your fine self so, uh-- thanks for coming to my doorstep-!" Instead of shooting at him- she shot off at the metallic walls around them, sending bullets ricocheting down at the vigilante at all directions. She prided herself in that bit of organized thought, but at this point- she wasn`t sure if she should keep close to him or not... really, she wasn`t sure about a lot of things...
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❝ I... am the forever engine. The fire you can`t put out. The grinding gears. The living, breathing machine of hope. I am your Queen of Calamity- and I`ve got big plans for this world... ❞
Jo`s Theme - LoveFuryEnergyPassion
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my passion!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my love!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxhere comes pure energy!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my fury!
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xxxxxxxJosephine✖↰ Beaumont
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❀ x so let your soul dance, baby
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬【QUEEN CALAMITY】▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Jo grunted as Santana very simply stepped away from her attack, continuing to glare daggers at the man as he spoke. "Yadda yadda-- take a look at my record, asshat! Two casualties in five years- see how easy you slit someone`s throat after blowing away a country of mostly innocent folks. Yer preaching to the choir about idealism or whatever you wanna call it, and quite frankly, also pissing me off- so kindly SHOVE IT-!" She lurched forward to try to pistol whip him again, not paying enough attention to notice the move he had made at her feet, successfully messing with her footing and causing her to scramble to regain it. She was distracted by his next spiel, still scowling as she glanced at him in interest, responding to his words by spitting onto the ground. "Cool, nice, whatever- I haven`t, `cause I`m sure a fuckin` pure cinnamon bun. With a bounty like mine, I don`t need the rep- I just need a little girl avenged and a demigod`s head on my wall, alright? Not that hard to understand, so shut the fu-" Her agitation got the better of her in that she wasn`t too entirely focused on the fight- making it pretty easy for Santana to smoothly glide his sword into her a multitude of times, plasma leaking from the wounds on her exposed skin and onto the floor, pulling a sharp gasp out from her lungs. She didn`t waste any time, though- she quickly hopped away from him, trying her best to clear her head and recover from both her nausea and the bloodloss. This was proving to be a trip... "Let`s get some things straight here, yeah-? Firstly, I don`t have SHIT to prove to your sorry ass, alright- and secondly, gee it sure is a good thing I don`t give a FUCK about what most think, `cause people just believe whatever`s more comforting. They don`t like me because I say and stand for things that they don`t wanna hear about- that`s why they need to make a villain out of me. You creeps have two modes- black, white- you don`t see shit beyond that, and THAT`S exactly what`s wrong with the world! Like I said, one fuck`s terrorist is another bitch`s revolutionist- from where I`m lookin`, YOUR the sick fuck for working with the system! Why don`t you see a problem with the way PALADIN handles shit?! Have you HEARD about Scarlet? You think little girls, babies, teenagers with ambition- you think it`s NORMAL for them to be making celebrities out of super criminals? Don`t you wanna END that?! Why`s nobody FIXING anything that`s wrong...?! I`m doing this, gladly putting my life on the line so maybe some other girl won`t have to live how I have--!" She barked, seething with anger and almost shaking- her own bringing up Scarlet only ended up serving to rile her up more and make her further lose focus on the actual fight at hand. She had almost forgotten her life and the lives of her troops were at stake here- Santana`s comments needed rebuttals. "So to answer your stupid question- Cain wronged me... he made made me watch a little girl blow up into a mass of tentacles before dying a miserable fuckin` death, while my intestines were literally scraping the floor- not to mention, our goals are too similar. He wants Paladin gone... I want Paladin gone... he`s in my way. I don`t give a fuck if it`s you, Kims, Kraven, or even Cain`s demigod ass-- ANYONE WHO GETS IN MY WAY IS GONNA DIE. And, fuck, really, if I`m being honest- Cain`s where I wanna be... and I`m really more concerned with Paladin and your fine self so, uh-- thanks for coming to my doorstep-!" Instead of shooting at him- she shot off at the metallic walls around them, sending bullets ricocheting down at the vigilante at all directions. She prided herself in that bit of organized thought, but at this point- she wasn`t sure if she should keep close to him or not... really, she wasn`t sure about a lot of things...
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❝ I... am the forever engine. The fire you can`t put out. The grinding gears. The living, breathing machine of hope. I am your Queen of Calamity- and I`ve got big plans for this world... ❞
Jo`s Theme - LoveFuryEnergyPassion
Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
░░▒▒▓▓Heroism is accessible▓▓▒▒░░
░░▒▒▓▓Happiness is more difficult▓▓▒▒░░
⧱Santana Pejoves⧱
⧰Espada de Justicia⧰
⚔-------------------------------------⚔
Fight for freedom and justice . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . but don't you dare forget
the people you left behind
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Santana sighed as Jo replied and let her bullets fly--he didn't seem to move, however, abruptly, in the blink of an eye, all of the bullets were on the ground, neatly cut in half--he actually suddenly seemed to be in a different position than before, without having shifted into it--what wasn't quite so obvious as that Santana had quite literally cut a rift in time--using the frozen second to slice down the bullets that he'd been able to tell wre about to make swiss cheese of him. After returning to normal time after that, he kicked away one of the still hot bullets, replying to Jo with a sigh,
"It really does upset me a bit to admit how similar we are in some respects...you act as if you know far more about this situation than I do, but keep in mind, I've been around for quite a while...!" It was clear that he was actually starting to sweat now--all of this precise swordwork wasn't easy. And he could only imagine that if Jo ended up using her psychic powers, that this would become even more difficult...
He dashed forward again the short distance he needed to move to close in on Jo, skidding to a halt near her and attempting to slice at each of her hands in turn, in hopes of disarming her of her guns. "I wouldn't be so quick to jump to conclusions, though--I don't trust Paladin! But working with them is a means to an end--an end that will hopefully bring about a world that they won't so horribly mess up! You say you fight for your revenge and for a world where people won't need to live like you have--and I respect that! But--! I want to reach that kind of world without needing to leave a path of blood at my feet! Can you say the same--?"
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With Hope On His Blade - Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
Akikazemoon- Rookie Hero
- Posts : 6518
Points : 7317
Join date : 2013-04-29
Age : 30
Location : Maryland, U.S.A.
Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
✮✮✮ ▸ SO FUCK YOUR RULES, MAN ↘↘
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my passion!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my love!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxhere comes pure energy!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my fury!
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xxxxxxxJosephine✖↰ Beaumont
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❀ x so let your soul dance, babyxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx time to free yourself at last x❀
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬【QUEEN CALAMITY】▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Jo made a low growl of disapproval as Santana very quickly and simply made waste of her attacks. It was beginning to become apparent that shooting him would never work... but getting close was a risk- she was already bleeding out, she couldn`t afford to get hurt enough that he could apprehend her and ruin everything. This was starting to get scary, her nerves mixing with her already risen anger to create an unsettling mixture that she already knew would be her downfall- maybe she`d be better coming to terms with it by now...
"I get it, fuck--! You`re old--! Shut up about it!" Jo barked back at him, snarling and getting her bearings as he suddenly darted forward- but the more he moved the more blurry her vision became, and the easier it was for him to create more clean slices along her skin, the action causing her to flinch and drop Hopebringer onto the ground with a clang. She scrambled back right after, not allowing him to use the closing distance to finish her. "This is the part where we`re different... you may have been around longer- but I`ve been around long enough to know how impossible that is! Look around- killers are worshipped! They`re all that matter! In a world like this, you can only get by and you can only make a difference by killing everything in your way--! Thinking otherwise... that`s just the stupid kind of idealism!" Without missing a beat she dropped down onto her knees and thrusted her fist eloquently at Santana`s groin- not the smartest idea, but she needed to kind of work with what she had here. "I may try my best not to kill people-- but I know that the blood on Ryder`s hands, the blood on Jasper`s, on Eagle`s, and on every single one of the people working under me-- is really on my tongue for giving them the order and it`s the only way we can make a change--! So we can make a world where sickos like us can be locked up for good, not worshipped!"
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❝ I... am the forever engine. The fire you can`t put out. The grinding gears. The living, breathing machine of hope. I am your Queen of Calamity- and I`ve got big plans for this world... ❞
Jo`s Theme - LoveFuryEnergyPassion
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my passion!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my love!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxhere comes pure energy!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my fury!
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xxxxxxxJosephine✖↰ Beaumont
xxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❀ x so let your soul dance, baby
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬【QUEEN CALAMITY】▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Jo made a low growl of disapproval as Santana very quickly and simply made waste of her attacks. It was beginning to become apparent that shooting him would never work... but getting close was a risk- she was already bleeding out, she couldn`t afford to get hurt enough that he could apprehend her and ruin everything. This was starting to get scary, her nerves mixing with her already risen anger to create an unsettling mixture that she already knew would be her downfall- maybe she`d be better coming to terms with it by now...
"I get it, fuck--! You`re old--! Shut up about it!" Jo barked back at him, snarling and getting her bearings as he suddenly darted forward- but the more he moved the more blurry her vision became, and the easier it was for him to create more clean slices along her skin, the action causing her to flinch and drop Hopebringer onto the ground with a clang. She scrambled back right after, not allowing him to use the closing distance to finish her. "This is the part where we`re different... you may have been around longer- but I`ve been around long enough to know how impossible that is! Look around- killers are worshipped! They`re all that matter! In a world like this, you can only get by and you can only make a difference by killing everything in your way--! Thinking otherwise... that`s just the stupid kind of idealism!" Without missing a beat she dropped down onto her knees and thrusted her fist eloquently at Santana`s groin- not the smartest idea, but she needed to kind of work with what she had here. "I may try my best not to kill people-- but I know that the blood on Ryder`s hands, the blood on Jasper`s, on Eagle`s, and on every single one of the people working under me-- is really on my tongue for giving them the order and it`s the only way we can make a change--! So we can make a world where sickos like us can be locked up for good, not worshipped!"
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❝ I... am the forever engine. The fire you can`t put out. The grinding gears. The living, breathing machine of hope. I am your Queen of Calamity- and I`ve got big plans for this world... ❞
Jo`s Theme - LoveFuryEnergyPassion
Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
░░▒▒▓▓Heroism is accessible▓▓▒▒░░
░░▒▒▓▓Happiness is more difficult▓▓▒▒░░
⧱Santana Pejoves⧱
⧰Espada de Justicia⧰
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Fight for freedom and justice . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . but don't you dare forget
the people you left behind
⚔-------------------------------------⚔
"A wave may break against a cliff, but does that mean that the water disappears?!" Santana demanded as Jo backed herself up. "Murder may be the foundation of the world right now--the very cliff that stands before me! But lesser waves have eroded away mountains before! Saying that something is just the way of the world is just using it as an excuse for your actions!" As Santana saw Jo jab her fist forward, he abruptly stumbled backwards, not having expected an attack quite...like that. Luckily, that had only brushed him--he was pretty sure that he was old enough at this point that a crotchshot would be even more devastating than usual--He didn't move to attack her while she was down, though--instead, he called out to her, "I have blood on myself, too, Beaumont! If it wasn't enough that I've got the kind of followers who might not think twice before slaughtering someone, I've been the reaper for plenty as well! If I'm equating myself to the sea, then I'm no more than a bloody ocean! You've accepted killing as the only way to move up in the world--you're clinging to the mountain, rather than carving your own path! Are you really alright with that?" He seemed genuinely worked up now--his calmness from prior seemed to be slowly melting away the longer he spoke with the bluenette. "On your feet! If you're going to try to convince me of something, you can't do it from your knees!"
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With Hope On His Blade - Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
Akikazemoon- Rookie Hero
- Posts : 6518
Points : 7317
Join date : 2013-04-29
Age : 30
Location : Maryland, U.S.A.
Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
✮✮✮ ▸ SO FUCK YOUR RULES, MAN ↘↘
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my passion!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my love!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxhere comes pure energy!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my fury!
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xxxxxxxJosephine✖↰ Beaumont
xxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❀ x so let your soul dance, babyxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx time to free yourself at last x❀
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬【QUEEN CALAMITY】▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
"QUIT PRETENDING YOU KNOW ME--!" Jo barked, "The world is not in a state where you can just sit back, play victim, keep your hands squeaky clean and not expect to be USELESS--! I tried long enough to be good, I`m trying right now and I have been since Canada and I already KNOW this won`t last forever because at some point everyone needs to MAN THE FUCK UP--! You`re just kidding yourself if you think you can make a difference off arrest- people HATE authority, what we need is a MAJOR FUCKIN` CHANGE-!" She grit her teeth as he stirred away from her shot, having expected him to be caught off guard by that one- Jo may not have been fond of killing people, but she was very far from having a code of honor or anything. She remained defensive, expecting him to lunge out at her and wanting to be in a position where she wouldn`t die from it- though she did notice he wasn`t attacking her yet... "FUCK ENOUGH WITH THE METAPHORS. You`ve been trying too hard to be too good for too long- what, are you not traumatized enough or something--?! AREN`T YOU TIRED OF SEEING PEOPLE DIE AROUND YOU--?! This IS me trying to carve my own path! I very well could have stayed in Scarlet and been a homemaker, fuck- I`ve tried every other path there is and THIS IS THE ONLY ONE THAT WORKS! Exhibit A- you`re here! And why?! Because I`m a threat now! A threat to this shitty system! I sure as hell wasn`t five years ago, man, I sure as hell wasn`t until I saw enough people die and enough evil, evil fuckin` people at the top to realize what I was doing wrong! I learned! And I`ve lost too many people on the climb up here to step back now!" She paused, releasing a heavy exhale and momentarily staring at the ground, clearly spent just from their debate alone- before glaring back up at him and continuing. "And-- know what else...? I`m sure the Trust thought just like this, every single one of them... have you heard Cain speak...? We`re the same but he`s got fancier words, I heard it- but... I know I can be different-- I`ve slipped down far enough that I know I won`t change any more from the bottom! I know I can be different because I already am--!" As he told her to rise to her feet, she growled, making a point of not doing so and instead bringing one foot around to sweep a kick aimed at his legs.
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❝ I... am the forever engine. The fire you can`t put out. The grinding gears. The living, breathing machine of hope. I am your Queen of Calamity- and I`ve got big plans for this world... ❞
Jo`s Theme - LoveFuryEnergyPassion
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my passion!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my love!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxhere comes pure energy!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my fury!
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xxxxxxxJosephine✖↰ Beaumont
xxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❀ x so let your soul dance, baby
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬【QUEEN CALAMITY】▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
"QUIT PRETENDING YOU KNOW ME--!" Jo barked, "The world is not in a state where you can just sit back, play victim, keep your hands squeaky clean and not expect to be USELESS--! I tried long enough to be good, I`m trying right now and I have been since Canada and I already KNOW this won`t last forever because at some point everyone needs to MAN THE FUCK UP--! You`re just kidding yourself if you think you can make a difference off arrest- people HATE authority, what we need is a MAJOR FUCKIN` CHANGE-!" She grit her teeth as he stirred away from her shot, having expected him to be caught off guard by that one- Jo may not have been fond of killing people, but she was very far from having a code of honor or anything. She remained defensive, expecting him to lunge out at her and wanting to be in a position where she wouldn`t die from it- though she did notice he wasn`t attacking her yet... "FUCK ENOUGH WITH THE METAPHORS. You`ve been trying too hard to be too good for too long- what, are you not traumatized enough or something--?! AREN`T YOU TIRED OF SEEING PEOPLE DIE AROUND YOU--?! This IS me trying to carve my own path! I very well could have stayed in Scarlet and been a homemaker, fuck- I`ve tried every other path there is and THIS IS THE ONLY ONE THAT WORKS! Exhibit A- you`re here! And why?! Because I`m a threat now! A threat to this shitty system! I sure as hell wasn`t five years ago, man, I sure as hell wasn`t until I saw enough people die and enough evil, evil fuckin` people at the top to realize what I was doing wrong! I learned! And I`ve lost too many people on the climb up here to step back now!" She paused, releasing a heavy exhale and momentarily staring at the ground, clearly spent just from their debate alone- before glaring back up at him and continuing. "And-- know what else...? I`m sure the Trust thought just like this, every single one of them... have you heard Cain speak...? We`re the same but he`s got fancier words, I heard it- but... I know I can be different-- I`ve slipped down far enough that I know I won`t change any more from the bottom! I know I can be different because I already am--!" As he told her to rise to her feet, she growled, making a point of not doing so and instead bringing one foot around to sweep a kick aimed at his legs.
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❝ I... am the forever engine. The fire you can`t put out. The grinding gears. The living, breathing machine of hope. I am your Queen of Calamity- and I`ve got big plans for this world... ❞
Jo`s Theme - LoveFuryEnergyPassion
Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
░░▒▒▓▓Heroism is accessible▓▓▒▒░░
░░▒▒▓▓Happiness is more difficult▓▓▒▒░░
⧱Santana Pejoves⧱
⧰Espada de Justicia⧰
⚔-------------------------------------⚔
Fight for freedom and justice . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . but don't you dare forget
the people you left behind
⚔-------------------------------------⚔
"Then don't act like you know me!" Santana suddenly raised his voice again at Jo's reply--except this time was different. It was clear in his eyes--he was livid. Something she had said had triggered something, because judging by the grip on his sword's hilt, he was holding himself back from attacking at first as he replied, "Not traumatized enough--?! Do you even know what you're saying?! I would've thought that you'd have known by now that anyone involved in this shit is traumatized to all hell! I'm not trying to say I'm a saint--I'm not trying to say I'm even remotely close to being the 'good guy' that I always wanted to be! But if I can pave the way for the new generation to stop all of this stupid, STUPID killing, then damn right I'll keep fighting! You're not the only one who's lost people, Beaumont! You're not the only one who had to see the light go out before you noticed the darkness around you!" He was so distracted that Jo's kick actually hit, and he began to fall backwards--quickly catching himself with his free hand and vaulting himself back up onto his feet a bit further away. He glared over in Jo's direction, slowly moving his hand--and sheathing his sword. "As for The Trust...don't even mention The Trust...Everything that I am today is because of them and their cataclysmic BULLSHIT!" He tugged off his eyepatch abruptly, then, reaching back and using it to tie back his hair, getting it out of the way as he continued. As seemed to press something at his belt--and slowly, as he spoke, panels of metal flew out across his body--fitting to his form and slowly comprising themselves into a combat-ready suit. "If you're comparing yourself to The Trust, you're already too far gone! They ruined this world, and so will you, Beaumont! You say you're alright with killing to keep your friends alive, you say you want to change this world, but what good is a changed world from on top of a mountain of corpses?! You act like you're the big change everyone's been waiting for, but if you're prepared to even DARE compare yourself to Cain, your fate is sealed! The Trust all dropped like flies five years ago but for Cain--and he's soon to follow! This entire war is being fought to kill him! And if you rise...someone else will always rise up to stop you...! You'll be the next Cain! YOU'LL be the one killing innocent little girls! HELL if you AREN'T ALREADY!" As the suit at last finished forming around his body, Santana placed his hands by his sword--one on the sheathe, one at the hilt, eyes fiery with rage and locked onto Jo. "And like hell am I going to let you just go about doing what you want...! I've fought plenty of superhumans before, and I'll do it again! I beat Paragon when I was only twenty years old! I've learned plenty since then and I'll be damned if I let some maniac like you win--!" And in that moment--he dashed forward far faster than any human should have been able, his footsteps leaving small burst of electricity streaking across the floor. The moment he got close enough, he unsheathed his sword in a rapid slash towards Jo's stomach that visibly tore apart any matter it touched, leaving a streak of sheer nothingness in the air it passed through. But he didn't stop there--a split second passed until it became apparent that that first slash had effective slowed down time for everything but Santana--during which time he delivered a rapid volley of slashes at Jo--in her time it would appear as if he was moving so quickly that it was difficult to even see him. "As you said, mercy only goes SO FAR!"
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With Hope On His Blade - Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
Akikazemoon- Rookie Hero
- Posts : 6518
Points : 7317
Join date : 2013-04-29
Age : 30
Location : Maryland, U.S.A.
Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
✮✮✮ ▸ SO FUCK YOUR RULES, MAN ↘↘
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my passion!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my love!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxhere comes pure energy!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my fury!
xxxx▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
xxxxxxxJosephine✖↰ Beaumont
xxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❀ x so let your soul dance, babyxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx time to free yourself at last x❀
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬【QUEEN CALAMITY】▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
For a second, Jo stopped to actually glare up into Santana`s eyes- and what she saw there actually scared her silent for a few moments. As her kick hit, however, she was startled into moving- abruptly rolling back onto her feet and immediately allowing herself to fall into a defensive position as he spoke, fully expecting him to come back at her with a volley of attacks, her hands shaking somewhat as she waited- but no such thing came. Without lowering her guard, she thought of a way to respond, her voice reflecting her sudden loss of bravado just slightly. "You think you`re paving the way for the next generation like that...? Really, really now--?! You think you have the fucking RIGHT to even THINK LIKE THAT--?! GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS! YOU`RE A HIRED KILLER! IF YOU THINK YOU CAN CHANGE SHIT WITH YOUR OH SO HOLY EXECUTIONS, YOU`RE KIDDING YOURSELF--!!" He was sheathing his sword-- was he done? Was he going to just leave? Just like that? "Oh, no, no, no- I`ve earned the right to talk about the Trust all I FUCKIN` want--! You wanna talk about ruined lives- you don`t even know the half of it--! You`re sheltered in comparison to me, Santana, you DON`T KNOW SHIT--!" Her gloved finer stroked the trigger- but suddenly, her actions were halted by the sudden transformation he underwent. Sheets of metal covered him and together comprised a suit very clearly intended for battle- she didn`t need to know anything about what the suit actually was to tell that she had pissed him off enough to make him more serious about this than he usually was. She wasn`t sure what to do from here-- she was clearly outclassed, and it would only be getting worse... and the clenching paranoia and fear rolled up in her chest didn`t help- she could hardly think.
What he said, however, burned that fear up into rage. Her trembling was now for an entirely different reason, her glower darkening into a sinister, clearly furious expression. "I thought I told you to STOP pretending you KNOW ME...!" She snarled, the blue of her left eye suddenly intensifying, softly glowing as she glared at the other. "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU EVEN THINK YOU ARE--?! IT`S NOT LIKE YOU WERE THE ONE WHO DEALT WITH THE TRUST ANYWAY, SO WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU GET OFF SAYING SHIT--?! WHILE YOU WERE OVER HERE STROKING YOUR DICK WITH YOUR SHITTY LITTLE ENFORCERS, I WAS OVER THERE SAVING THE WORLD ABOUT A THOUSAND TIMES OVER--! YOU COULD NEVER BEAT THEM, YOU COULD NEVER DO SHIT--! IS THAT WHY YOU`RE SO PATHETIC NOW?! HUH, IS IT--?!" At this point, she didn`t care much at all about defending herself- they had both pushed each other into dangerous territories mentally. "IF YOU THINK THAT CAIN AND I ARE EVEN A LITTLE SIMILAR AT THE ROOT OF IT ALL, YOU`RE JUST AS RETARDEDLY BLACK AND WHITE AS I THINK YOU ARE--! I HAVEN`T KILLED IN YEARS! I CAN`T ANYMORE! I HAVE THE ONE THING THAT MAKES ME DIFFERENT FROM XIU, CP-02, KRAVEN, CAIN, AND FUCK, EVEN YOU-- IT`S CALLED HUMANITY! EVER HEARD OF IT?! BUT, KNOW WHAT, LIKE HELL I NEED TO PROVE MYSELF TO SOMEONE LIKE YOU--! MAYBE I WANNA BE THE VILLAIN IF IT MEANS I GET TO BASH YER FUCKIN` HEAD IN--!" She roared, blue rays of light following her fists as she clenched them in front of her, baring herself against what was to come- except what was to come came must faster than she expected. Santana was upon her before she could so much as flinch- and in a moment, the first strike made her eyes widen, a giser of blood exuding profusely from her stomach and landing upon the vigilante. This time, she could feel time slowing- flashes of metal sliced against her skin a multitude of times, each strike earning another volley of fluid that seemed to float mid-air until Santana willed them not to. The aftermath was a mess of red plasma and torn skin splattered over metallic floors, causing Jo to quickly clutch at her wounds before staggering back, a dribble of blood rolling down her lip as she still struggled to get away from him- to at least survive this, if anything... even if she was arrested, there was hope, right...? The entire tide of this fight had changed in Santana`s favor- and it had only taken really one move on his part. "Mercy... only goes as far... as you let it..." She spat, struggling to stumble away from the other- just to keep herself away for as long as she can. "Just don`t pretend... you know what mercy is anymore... none of us do..."
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❝ I... am the forever engine. The fire you can`t put out. The grinding gears. The living, breathing machine of hope. I am your Queen of Calamity- and I`ve got big plans for this world... ❞
Jo`s Theme - LoveFuryEnergyPassion
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my passion!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my love!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxhere comes pure energy!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my fury!
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xxxxxxxJosephine✖↰ Beaumont
xxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❀ x so let your soul dance, baby
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬【QUEEN CALAMITY】▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
For a second, Jo stopped to actually glare up into Santana`s eyes- and what she saw there actually scared her silent for a few moments. As her kick hit, however, she was startled into moving- abruptly rolling back onto her feet and immediately allowing herself to fall into a defensive position as he spoke, fully expecting him to come back at her with a volley of attacks, her hands shaking somewhat as she waited- but no such thing came. Without lowering her guard, she thought of a way to respond, her voice reflecting her sudden loss of bravado just slightly. "You think you`re paving the way for the next generation like that...? Really, really now--?! You think you have the fucking RIGHT to even THINK LIKE THAT--?! GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS! YOU`RE A HIRED KILLER! IF YOU THINK YOU CAN CHANGE SHIT WITH YOUR OH SO HOLY EXECUTIONS, YOU`RE KIDDING YOURSELF--!!" He was sheathing his sword-- was he done? Was he going to just leave? Just like that? "Oh, no, no, no- I`ve earned the right to talk about the Trust all I FUCKIN` want--! You wanna talk about ruined lives- you don`t even know the half of it--! You`re sheltered in comparison to me, Santana, you DON`T KNOW SHIT--!" Her gloved finer stroked the trigger- but suddenly, her actions were halted by the sudden transformation he underwent. Sheets of metal covered him and together comprised a suit very clearly intended for battle- she didn`t need to know anything about what the suit actually was to tell that she had pissed him off enough to make him more serious about this than he usually was. She wasn`t sure what to do from here-- she was clearly outclassed, and it would only be getting worse... and the clenching paranoia and fear rolled up in her chest didn`t help- she could hardly think.
What he said, however, burned that fear up into rage. Her trembling was now for an entirely different reason, her glower darkening into a sinister, clearly furious expression. "I thought I told you to STOP pretending you KNOW ME...!" She snarled, the blue of her left eye suddenly intensifying, softly glowing as she glared at the other. "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU EVEN THINK YOU ARE--?! IT`S NOT LIKE YOU WERE THE ONE WHO DEALT WITH THE TRUST ANYWAY, SO WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU GET OFF SAYING SHIT--?! WHILE YOU WERE OVER HERE STROKING YOUR DICK WITH YOUR SHITTY LITTLE ENFORCERS, I WAS OVER THERE SAVING THE WORLD ABOUT A THOUSAND TIMES OVER--! YOU COULD NEVER BEAT THEM, YOU COULD NEVER DO SHIT--! IS THAT WHY YOU`RE SO PATHETIC NOW?! HUH, IS IT--?!" At this point, she didn`t care much at all about defending herself- they had both pushed each other into dangerous territories mentally. "IF YOU THINK THAT CAIN AND I ARE EVEN A LITTLE SIMILAR AT THE ROOT OF IT ALL, YOU`RE JUST AS RETARDEDLY BLACK AND WHITE AS I THINK YOU ARE--! I HAVEN`T KILLED IN YEARS! I CAN`T ANYMORE! I HAVE THE ONE THING THAT MAKES ME DIFFERENT FROM XIU, CP-02, KRAVEN, CAIN, AND FUCK, EVEN YOU-- IT`S CALLED HUMANITY! EVER HEARD OF IT?! BUT, KNOW WHAT, LIKE HELL I NEED TO PROVE MYSELF TO SOMEONE LIKE YOU--! MAYBE I WANNA BE THE VILLAIN IF IT MEANS I GET TO BASH YER FUCKIN` HEAD IN--!" She roared, blue rays of light following her fists as she clenched them in front of her, baring herself against what was to come- except what was to come came must faster than she expected. Santana was upon her before she could so much as flinch- and in a moment, the first strike made her eyes widen, a giser of blood exuding profusely from her stomach and landing upon the vigilante. This time, she could feel time slowing- flashes of metal sliced against her skin a multitude of times, each strike earning another volley of fluid that seemed to float mid-air until Santana willed them not to. The aftermath was a mess of red plasma and torn skin splattered over metallic floors, causing Jo to quickly clutch at her wounds before staggering back, a dribble of blood rolling down her lip as she still struggled to get away from him- to at least survive this, if anything... even if she was arrested, there was hope, right...? The entire tide of this fight had changed in Santana`s favor- and it had only taken really one move on his part. "Mercy... only goes as far... as you let it..." She spat, struggling to stumble away from the other- just to keep herself away for as long as she can. "Just don`t pretend... you know what mercy is anymore... none of us do..."
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❝ I... am the forever engine. The fire you can`t put out. The grinding gears. The living, breathing machine of hope. I am your Queen of Calamity- and I`ve got big plans for this world... ❞
Jo`s Theme - LoveFuryEnergyPassion
Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
░░▒▒▓▓Heroism is accessible▓▓▒▒░░
░░▒▒▓▓Happiness is more difficult▓▓▒▒░░
⧱Santana Pejoves⧱
⧰Espada de Justicia⧰
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Fight for freedom and justice . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . but don't you dare forget
the people you left behind
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"Oh, because destroying entire countries is definitely an effective way to help the next generation!" Santana barked back at Jo, standing his ground and listening to what she had to say next--and her words made his eyes widen. He drew a deep breath into his lungs, his eyebrows furrowing and his mouth firmly shut for a moment before he abruptly yelled out, " 'Not like I dealt with The Trust...?' Not like I dealt with The Trust--?! Just WHO do you think was dealing with The Trust BEFORE the Cataclysm, Beaumont?! Just who do you think it was?! I've heard enough about you to know that there's a CLEAR difference between us--and that's that I NEVER wanted ANY part in this, do you understand?! I wasn't in Paladin, I wasn't studying to take down criminals! I was some random-ass college punk who got pulled into shit he knew nothing about, ended up having to fight Black Dragon, The Trust, AND The Freedom Society--and mind you, this was ALL back in the days when YOU were being babysat by THIS GUY--" He jabbed his thumb on his free hand at the bear that still sat on his shoulder momentarily, "--because you were nothing more than a snot-nosed kid at the time! In fact, I'm pretty sure you STILL act like a snot-nosed kid now! You would never have even GOTTEN the chance to fight The Trust if not for the people who paved the way for the future! And yeah, clearly we fucked up, but if you even THINK you can get off saying that I NEVER fought against The Trust--you are dead WRONG." He paused then to catch his breath, slowly stepping forward towards Jo with even, concentrated steps, slowly raising his blade--until he heard what she said, and paused, his voice suddenly becoming quite flat. "Humanity...? There's no humanity in this entire room, Beaumont...and as far as anybody else is concerned, I don't need humanity to do my job. In fact, it's expected of me to leave behind what little humanity I have left and kill every criminal I come across. Humanity is few and far between--and you won't find it here." He stopped, taking up a new stance, his sword blade pointed straight Jo's way as he prepared another strike. "I bet you had humanity--once. I'm sure that I had it, too. But as soon as I picked up a sword as a symbol of justice, I became little more than a killing machine in anyone's eyes. No more Santana Pejoves, the man who actually cared--only Santana Pejoves, the man who kills anyone we find it convenient for him to kill. Nobody expects me to have humanity--and I clearly don't need it to get my work done. But if I can end this cycle of monsters from springing up to kill each other...even if I have to become one of those monsters myself...I'd gladly give up my humanity to let the people of the future keep theirs!" In that moment, things began to slow again--and in a flurry of sword strikes, six portals appeared around Jo, and Santana rushed forward into one of them--immediately after coming out of another one, slashing at Jo on his way by, and heading into another portal--and letting that process repeat ongoing at breakneck speed--which, without Santana noticing, actually resulted in Inquisibear falling off his shoulder and onto the ground. "I thought when I got here that maybe you had at least a little humanity left in that carcass of yours, but I was wrong! I had hope for you! How sad is that?!"
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With Hope On His Blade - Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
Akikazemoon- Rookie Hero
- Posts : 6518
Points : 7317
Join date : 2013-04-29
Age : 30
Location : Maryland, U.S.A.
Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
✮✮✮ ▸ SO FUCK YOUR RULES, MAN ↘↘
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my passion!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my love!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxhere comes pure energy!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my fury!
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xxxxxxxJosephine✖↰ Beaumont
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❀ x so let your soul dance, babyxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx time to free yourself at last x❀
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬【QUEEN CALAMITY】▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
An acidic mixture of fear and anger churned in Jo`s stomach, her intense whirlwind of emotions inspired by Santana`s and her debate hurled strong enough that she didn`t so much as feel her copious injuries. His first volley of attacks showed on her body in a way that should have killed her-- her skin hung off her in clumps, bright crimson puddling at her boots, stitching that held her stomach together practically cut wide open-- yet, she never got off her own two feet and persistently snarled at her opponent, almost zombie-like with all her injuries displayed. She didn`t seem phased-- it was... supernatural. As was the blaring blue shine that radiated off her left eye and her left eye alone, though she didn`t pay much mind to her sudden changes-- she hung on every word that fell off Santana`s tongue, each syllable fueling her rage.
"YOU THINK YOU DID ANYTHING FOR MY GENERATION BY ALMOST DYING A FEW TIMES--?! NONE OF THAT MATTERS FOR SHIT! YOU DON`T MATTER FOR SHIT! WHAT MATTERS ARE THE PEOPLE LIKE ME AND THE REST OF NOWHERE- CLEANING UP YOUR MESS BECAUSE ALL YOU COULD DO WAS FUCK UP AND LET MORE AND MORE PEOPLE DIE--!" She roared, her hands flinging away from her wounds and back to her sides as clenched up fists. She stopped caring about her wounds the second she stopped feeling them, and his words made her stop backing away from the fight-- she now stood proudly with a straightened back, absolutely ready to take on any more attacks.
She, too, fell silent once his voice fell near despondent-- listening carefully. His words held weight to her, more than most people`s did- despite her rampant disagreement, she had an avid interest in everything he had to say, discreetly feeling as if there was something she could still learn from his perspective, him in general. She was determined to not be vocal about the fact that she did think he made more than a few valid points-- they were alike and different in many ways, but their differences were enough to place them on either side of the conflict at hand.
This spiel, however, shocked her. She blinked once, twice, and stared at him from afar, the energy around her fading just slightly as she seemingly mellowed for a moment, her eyes clouded by thought. She was stunned silent- and too distracted to even notice as Santana sprung in for another attack, the first one resulting in a gigantic slash across her face that earned a sufficiently loud, pain dripping shriek. She staggered back into another strike- but once the impact kicked in, her eyes opened wide in a determined glare.
"YOU`RE WRONG ABOUT ME--!" What happened next was sudden- the energy that had been lingering around her hands and eyes throughout the entire fight spilled out of her in an explosive burst of psychic buildup, manifesting as a gigantic blast that protected her from his next few slashes-- before it simmered down to a blaring aura around her entire body. She bore her hands with her fingers pressed together like knives, and with the power radiating off them, knocked away all of Santana`s attacks with inhuman precision, speed, and prowess. "THERE`S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN US--! I WANTED THIS! I WANTED TO FIGHT AGAINST CRIME BECAUSE I LOVE THIS PLANET AND I LOVE EVERYONE IN IT! I may have joined Paladin for more reasons than just that back in the day... but this is my life now--! Humanity deserves so much more than it has--! Each living thing has an entirely unique experience... The sights they see, the sounds they hear--! The lives they live are so complicated, and so simple... humanity doesn`t deserve to struggle like this--! To struggle because of something I was a part of before I could even talk...! I HAVE TOO MUCH TO ATONE FOR TO DIE HERE!" She reflected away one final slash, the energy around her protecting her hands from being injured aside from a few small indents of skin, before she rolled out of the way of his volley. "You can`t understand what I do, because I`ve seen more--! CP-02 forced me to see everything... Kraven`s life, Xiu`s, David`s, fuck, even the original Charles Paladin-- and since I sent in my papers for Paladin, everyone`s been telling me the same thing...! That they see in me the same thing they saw in them, so I`ve got to be doomed to wind up the same as them-- villains, bad guys, bringers of the Cataclysm-- but they`re wrong--! They all forgot their roots along the way-- forgot that they did what they did because they loved the world so much-- they let their struggles change them! But I won`t and I never will! I love humanity`s spirit-- the determination, the passion, all of it-- I wanna fight hard enough that in the future, my great grand kids can appreciate it without worrying about supercriminals ruining everything...! I know no one expects me to have it... but I DO need humanity to get my work done. I want to lead the world into a better, brighter future... and I can`t do that if I don`t remember WHY I`m doing it--!!! THERE`S NO POINT IN RISKING THIS MUCH IF I DO! ALL THOSE PEOPLE IN CANADA CAN`T HAVE DIED FOR NOTHING--!" It was then that she stood to her full height and fell into a CQC stance- and with her hands to her face, she was forced to look at the blaring psychic residue on her. Suddenly, her entire argument was put into question as she stared-- but in that moment, her expression flashed with what looked like serene confidence. She seemed to come to a sound conclusion with herself-- even if she wasn`t what most would consider human... she wouldn`t have these powers to begin with if it weren`t for her passion, what made her so human-- in that moment, she loved the shade of her aura. She`d spent so long avoiding her nature... insisting that she was something she wasn`t, because she had such a rigid idea of what was human and what wasn`t-- but her exchange of words with Santana made it very clear to her that humanity was much more than that. It was much more than being normal-- it was a sense of empathy, a sense of community. She could use these powers of hers to preserve real humanity-- if she just stopped being so scared of them. This was who she was... avoiding it wasn`t going to do her any good, but embracing it...
"I don`t need you to have hope in me-- I am hope...!" She threw herself forward- and in a flash of energy, appeared directly behind Santana during his process of switching between portals, and threw an energy coated hand down in a chop aimed perfectly at the center of his back. "AND I`M GONNA CHANGE THE WORLD WITHOUT EVER LOSING THAT--!"
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❝ I... am the forever engine. The fire you can`t put out. The grinding gears. The living, breathing machine of hope. I am your Queen of Calamity- and I`ve got big plans for this world... ❞
Jo`s Theme - LoveFuryEnergyPassion
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my passion!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my love!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxhere comes pure energy!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my fury!
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xxxxxxxJosephine✖↰ Beaumont
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬【QUEEN CALAMITY】▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
An acidic mixture of fear and anger churned in Jo`s stomach, her intense whirlwind of emotions inspired by Santana`s and her debate hurled strong enough that she didn`t so much as feel her copious injuries. His first volley of attacks showed on her body in a way that should have killed her-- her skin hung off her in clumps, bright crimson puddling at her boots, stitching that held her stomach together practically cut wide open-- yet, she never got off her own two feet and persistently snarled at her opponent, almost zombie-like with all her injuries displayed. She didn`t seem phased-- it was... supernatural. As was the blaring blue shine that radiated off her left eye and her left eye alone, though she didn`t pay much mind to her sudden changes-- she hung on every word that fell off Santana`s tongue, each syllable fueling her rage.
"YOU THINK YOU DID ANYTHING FOR MY GENERATION BY ALMOST DYING A FEW TIMES--?! NONE OF THAT MATTERS FOR SHIT! YOU DON`T MATTER FOR SHIT! WHAT MATTERS ARE THE PEOPLE LIKE ME AND THE REST OF NOWHERE- CLEANING UP YOUR MESS BECAUSE ALL YOU COULD DO WAS FUCK UP AND LET MORE AND MORE PEOPLE DIE--!" She roared, her hands flinging away from her wounds and back to her sides as clenched up fists. She stopped caring about her wounds the second she stopped feeling them, and his words made her stop backing away from the fight-- she now stood proudly with a straightened back, absolutely ready to take on any more attacks.
She, too, fell silent once his voice fell near despondent-- listening carefully. His words held weight to her, more than most people`s did- despite her rampant disagreement, she had an avid interest in everything he had to say, discreetly feeling as if there was something she could still learn from his perspective, him in general. She was determined to not be vocal about the fact that she did think he made more than a few valid points-- they were alike and different in many ways, but their differences were enough to place them on either side of the conflict at hand.
This spiel, however, shocked her. She blinked once, twice, and stared at him from afar, the energy around her fading just slightly as she seemingly mellowed for a moment, her eyes clouded by thought. She was stunned silent- and too distracted to even notice as Santana sprung in for another attack, the first one resulting in a gigantic slash across her face that earned a sufficiently loud, pain dripping shriek. She staggered back into another strike- but once the impact kicked in, her eyes opened wide in a determined glare.
"YOU`RE WRONG ABOUT ME--!" What happened next was sudden- the energy that had been lingering around her hands and eyes throughout the entire fight spilled out of her in an explosive burst of psychic buildup, manifesting as a gigantic blast that protected her from his next few slashes-- before it simmered down to a blaring aura around her entire body. She bore her hands with her fingers pressed together like knives, and with the power radiating off them, knocked away all of Santana`s attacks with inhuman precision, speed, and prowess. "THERE`S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN US--! I WANTED THIS! I WANTED TO FIGHT AGAINST CRIME BECAUSE I LOVE THIS PLANET AND I LOVE EVERYONE IN IT! I may have joined Paladin for more reasons than just that back in the day... but this is my life now--! Humanity deserves so much more than it has--! Each living thing has an entirely unique experience... The sights they see, the sounds they hear--! The lives they live are so complicated, and so simple... humanity doesn`t deserve to struggle like this--! To struggle because of something I was a part of before I could even talk...! I HAVE TOO MUCH TO ATONE FOR TO DIE HERE!" She reflected away one final slash, the energy around her protecting her hands from being injured aside from a few small indents of skin, before she rolled out of the way of his volley. "You can`t understand what I do, because I`ve seen more--! CP-02 forced me to see everything... Kraven`s life, Xiu`s, David`s, fuck, even the original Charles Paladin-- and since I sent in my papers for Paladin, everyone`s been telling me the same thing...! That they see in me the same thing they saw in them, so I`ve got to be doomed to wind up the same as them-- villains, bad guys, bringers of the Cataclysm-- but they`re wrong--! They all forgot their roots along the way-- forgot that they did what they did because they loved the world so much-- they let their struggles change them! But I won`t and I never will! I love humanity`s spirit-- the determination, the passion, all of it-- I wanna fight hard enough that in the future, my great grand kids can appreciate it without worrying about supercriminals ruining everything...! I know no one expects me to have it... but I DO need humanity to get my work done. I want to lead the world into a better, brighter future... and I can`t do that if I don`t remember WHY I`m doing it--!!! THERE`S NO POINT IN RISKING THIS MUCH IF I DO! ALL THOSE PEOPLE IN CANADA CAN`T HAVE DIED FOR NOTHING--!" It was then that she stood to her full height and fell into a CQC stance- and with her hands to her face, she was forced to look at the blaring psychic residue on her. Suddenly, her entire argument was put into question as she stared-- but in that moment, her expression flashed with what looked like serene confidence. She seemed to come to a sound conclusion with herself-- even if she wasn`t what most would consider human... she wouldn`t have these powers to begin with if it weren`t for her passion, what made her so human-- in that moment, she loved the shade of her aura. She`d spent so long avoiding her nature... insisting that she was something she wasn`t, because she had such a rigid idea of what was human and what wasn`t-- but her exchange of words with Santana made it very clear to her that humanity was much more than that. It was much more than being normal-- it was a sense of empathy, a sense of community. She could use these powers of hers to preserve real humanity-- if she just stopped being so scared of them. This was who she was... avoiding it wasn`t going to do her any good, but embracing it...
"I don`t need you to have hope in me-- I am hope...!" She threw herself forward- and in a flash of energy, appeared directly behind Santana during his process of switching between portals, and threw an energy coated hand down in a chop aimed perfectly at the center of his back. "AND I`M GONNA CHANGE THE WORLD WITHOUT EVER LOSING THAT--!"
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❝ I... am the forever engine. The fire you can`t put out. The grinding gears. The living, breathing machine of hope. I am your Queen of Calamity- and I`ve got big plans for this world... ❞
Jo`s Theme - LoveFuryEnergyPassion
Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
░░▒▒▓▓Heroism is accessible▓▓▒▒░░
░░▒▒▓▓Happiness is more difficult▓▓▒▒░░
⧱Santana Pejoves⧱
⧰Espada de Justicia⧰
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Fight for freedom and justice . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . but don't you dare forget
the people you left behind
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Santana didn’t pay much mind to what Jo was saying at first, mostly focusing on his attacks and keeping himself coordinated—however, that coordination shook as the shockwave of psychic energy suddenly pulsed from Jo’s body, Santana’s eyes widening as he was knocked slightly off course by it, banging his elbow on the floor as he ducked into another one of the six portals adorning the air around the bluenette. He did what he could to keep up the attack—but she was countering them. With her bare hands. Santana clenched his jaw, doing what he could to up his speed, his emotions growing stronger and stronger with each word that fell from Jo’s lips—and his morals and principles slowly began slipping from him. No matter how much he wanted to answer with an intelligent reply—no words were coming to his mind anymore. Jo’s entire speech only seemed to enrage him further—mostly because it sounded incredibly like something he would have said back in his youth when he first started in the business of fighting for justice. All of it only made him think of himself—and of how he’d failed to bring the peace that he’d sought time and time again, and of all of the people he’d lost along the way. Asura, Mario, Lucila, Disney, even Yuri, in a sense—they were all gone. Santana’s mind desperately scrabbled for an answer to Jo’s declarations, but as he opened his mouth to breath, all that bubbled up from deep within him was,
”Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP—!”
And then Jo’s blow hit him—squarely on target. The psychic blast hit him to the ground, burying him in an indent in the metal that probably would have done him in if not for his battle suit. He laid there motionless for a moment before lifting his hands and slamming them down into the ground, the portals disappearing from sight above him. He shoved himself back up to his feet, an eerie quiet falling over him as he looked Jo’s way—then positioned himself into a battle ready pose, his sword beginning to pulsate with a dull purple glow.
”I won’t allow that kind of world. Nobody needs your hope, Jo,” he finally spoke in a low voice, the emotion behind his words increasing by the second, prepping his sword for an attempt to literally slice Jo out of existence—something he’d never even considered doing to a living human being before. ”You don’t have the right to claim that you’re the hope for this world. You can keep all you want…but as for me…I don’t care if I lose EVERYTHING trying to clean up the messes that you FILTH make…! Now, Josephine Beaumont…! DIE—!”
However, just before he could make his swing, something happened—abruptly, a blade flew from the damaged entrance, lodging itself in the floor between them. Santana’s eyes slowly moved down, away from Jo, to the sword, staring with wide eyes as his brain began to work again—and he processed what he’d been about to do. Not only that—but he understood exactly where this sword had come from. His own blade’s glow disappeared—and without a word, he turned, and began walking back towards the entrance. He hesitated for a moment, though—and looked back at Jo, his eyes jaded and tired. ”We’ll meet again, Señorita. Watch your back…” Then, in a flash of time-manipulated movement, Santana appeared as a blur, moving towards where Zombie was fighting Ryder—grabbing the blonde and moving back towards the entrance. He slowed time down just enough as he passed by Jo to give her one last meaningful look—before escaping out of the destroyed entrance along with the assassin under his arm.
*Exit Santana and Zombie*
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With Hope On His Blade - Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
Akikazemoon- Rookie Hero
- Posts : 6518
Points : 7317
Join date : 2013-04-29
Age : 30
Location : Maryland, U.S.A.
Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
✮✮✮ ▸ SO FUCK YOUR RULES, MAN ↘↘
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my passion!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my love!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxhere comes pure energy!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my fury!
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xxxxxxxJosephine✖↰ Beaumont
xxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❀ x so let your soul dance, babyxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx time to free yourself at last x❀
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬【QUEEN CALAMITY】▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Jo let out a quiet, elated sound as her chop made solid contact with a pressure point in the center of Santana`s back- but once her hit landed, she quickly sprang away, prepared for another attack. She felt so light, so free-- not to mention more powerful than every before. The boiling broth of anger that had settled in her veins evaporated and left her feeling confident and strong-- the weight of Santana`s words on her lessened, and she was ready to give this fight her all-- getting arrested wasn`t even an option any more. She was gonna win.
The sudden roar from him felt out of character, however- instead of being startled, she readied herself for another level of combat, glare sharp and hands extended. She was sure she had triggered something-- and the sudden dim glow of his blade was an indicator of that. Her bright eyes flitted between the weapon and him, not knowing what that meant, but she looked around for a safe place to junk to once he struck-- fixing her gaze on a burnt corner of a hall before looking back to her opponent.
"We`ll see about that..." She hissed back through clenched teeth, putting her hands to her sides, completely at ease with the illuminating energy pulsating around her. "Remember this, Pejoves-- I want you to remember this...! Remember why you`re gonna lose-- because you let this world change you... nobody that weak-willed could change anything...! My humanity makes me stronger than you! I`M STAYING RIGHT HERE AND SO`S THIS BASE AND EVERYONE IN IT!" Her hands flew back up and clenched into fists, exhausts of psychic energy flying off every movement she made-- but before anyone could strike first, a sword flew with amazing accuracy, and stabbed into the ground directly between the two.
"Huh--?" Jo`s confusion accidentally became audible as she looked down at the weapon, tilting her head some. She then quickly realized she had let herself be distracted and looked up at Santana-- her confusion worsening at the look of understanding in his eyes. She tried to glance in the direction the blade had come from, but became again distracted by the lessening color of Santana`s blade... what was he doing...? She remained stunned silent when he just up and turned away from her-- and then spoke. "...Wait, what? What the fuck-?! Don`t turn yer fuckin` back on me--!" Without warning, she lunged forward-- and her knife-shaped hand sliced through air. She blinked, frantically looking around for where her opponent had gone- only to meet eyes with him as he slowed directly by her side. His eyes said too much without saying much at all. She returned the look with a rueful glower, but before she could speak again- time returned to it`s normal speed, and he was completely gone.
Jo stared, absolutely despondent at the space where he once was-- but slowly, very slowly... a wide, toothy grin spread across her face. The bright blue energy around her began to simmer down into a smokey blue mist that floated off her body as she let out a breathless, but joyful chuckle- collapsing onto her knees within the crater she had made at the very beginning of the fight with her own explosive. Her injuries were still there, but like hell if she could feel them over her extreme adrenaline- the terror she had been feeling throughout the entire fight began to settle down, and all of the emotions she was experiencing at once was near overwhelming. She was proud of herself-- but afraid she had just made an enemy she couldn`t take back, scared she had put her faction in danger, terrified that her friends were dragged down with her-- but still self-assured. That had changed her. And because of it- her own intentions were clearer to herself, and she felt more comfortable in her own skin than she had in years. No longer was she a hideous monster in human flesh-- she was Josephine Beaumont, a revolutionary who was gonna change the world or die trying.
Tears involuntarily squeezed out of her closed eyes as she laughed to herself, collapsing down into a laying position on her stomach, her body rolling around happily within the crater. "I`m alive...! Holy fuck, I am ALIVE--!! I did it-!! I did it!" She squeaked between forced giggles, reeling onto her back and staring up at the ceiling with a pained smile, blood pooling around her due to her unrestricted movement. "I... can`t believe it...!"
It took a while for the footmen of NOWHERE to get their bearings once again. That had been the first time this base had ever been directed assaulted-- and by a threat as big as the leader of the vigilantes and a ranked assassin of all things. But still, eventually, footmen gathered to bring the fallen officers to the med bay, and the growing faction celebrated their first sort-of victory on their own grounds together, albeit covered in bandages and seated in wheelchairs. Slowly, things returned to normal again...
(ONE MONTH TIMESKIP GO!!)
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❝ I... am the forever engine. The fire you can`t put out. The grinding gears. The living, breathing machine of hope. I am your Queen of Calamity- and I`ve got big plans for this world... ❞
Jo`s Theme - LoveFuryEnergyPassion
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my passion!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my love!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxhere comes pure energy!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my fury!
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xxxxxxxJosephine✖↰ Beaumont
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❀ x so let your soul dance, baby
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬【QUEEN CALAMITY】▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Jo let out a quiet, elated sound as her chop made solid contact with a pressure point in the center of Santana`s back- but once her hit landed, she quickly sprang away, prepared for another attack. She felt so light, so free-- not to mention more powerful than every before. The boiling broth of anger that had settled in her veins evaporated and left her feeling confident and strong-- the weight of Santana`s words on her lessened, and she was ready to give this fight her all-- getting arrested wasn`t even an option any more. She was gonna win.
The sudden roar from him felt out of character, however- instead of being startled, she readied herself for another level of combat, glare sharp and hands extended. She was sure she had triggered something-- and the sudden dim glow of his blade was an indicator of that. Her bright eyes flitted between the weapon and him, not knowing what that meant, but she looked around for a safe place to junk to once he struck-- fixing her gaze on a burnt corner of a hall before looking back to her opponent.
"We`ll see about that..." She hissed back through clenched teeth, putting her hands to her sides, completely at ease with the illuminating energy pulsating around her. "Remember this, Pejoves-- I want you to remember this...! Remember why you`re gonna lose-- because you let this world change you... nobody that weak-willed could change anything...! My humanity makes me stronger than you! I`M STAYING RIGHT HERE AND SO`S THIS BASE AND EVERYONE IN IT!" Her hands flew back up and clenched into fists, exhausts of psychic energy flying off every movement she made-- but before anyone could strike first, a sword flew with amazing accuracy, and stabbed into the ground directly between the two.
"Huh--?" Jo`s confusion accidentally became audible as she looked down at the weapon, tilting her head some. She then quickly realized she had let herself be distracted and looked up at Santana-- her confusion worsening at the look of understanding in his eyes. She tried to glance in the direction the blade had come from, but became again distracted by the lessening color of Santana`s blade... what was he doing...? She remained stunned silent when he just up and turned away from her-- and then spoke. "...Wait, what? What the fuck-?! Don`t turn yer fuckin` back on me--!" Without warning, she lunged forward-- and her knife-shaped hand sliced through air. She blinked, frantically looking around for where her opponent had gone- only to meet eyes with him as he slowed directly by her side. His eyes said too much without saying much at all. She returned the look with a rueful glower, but before she could speak again- time returned to it`s normal speed, and he was completely gone.
Jo stared, absolutely despondent at the space where he once was-- but slowly, very slowly... a wide, toothy grin spread across her face. The bright blue energy around her began to simmer down into a smokey blue mist that floated off her body as she let out a breathless, but joyful chuckle- collapsing onto her knees within the crater she had made at the very beginning of the fight with her own explosive. Her injuries were still there, but like hell if she could feel them over her extreme adrenaline- the terror she had been feeling throughout the entire fight began to settle down, and all of the emotions she was experiencing at once was near overwhelming. She was proud of herself-- but afraid she had just made an enemy she couldn`t take back, scared she had put her faction in danger, terrified that her friends were dragged down with her-- but still self-assured. That had changed her. And because of it- her own intentions were clearer to herself, and she felt more comfortable in her own skin than she had in years. No longer was she a hideous monster in human flesh-- she was Josephine Beaumont, a revolutionary who was gonna change the world or die trying.
Tears involuntarily squeezed out of her closed eyes as she laughed to herself, collapsing down into a laying position on her stomach, her body rolling around happily within the crater. "I`m alive...! Holy fuck, I am ALIVE--!! I did it-!! I did it!" She squeaked between forced giggles, reeling onto her back and staring up at the ceiling with a pained smile, blood pooling around her due to her unrestricted movement. "I... can`t believe it...!"
It took a while for the footmen of NOWHERE to get their bearings once again. That had been the first time this base had ever been directed assaulted-- and by a threat as big as the leader of the vigilantes and a ranked assassin of all things. But still, eventually, footmen gathered to bring the fallen officers to the med bay, and the growing faction celebrated their first sort-of victory on their own grounds together, albeit covered in bandages and seated in wheelchairs. Slowly, things returned to normal again...
(ONE MONTH TIMESKIP GO!!)
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❝ I... am the forever engine. The fire you can`t put out. The grinding gears. The living, breathing machine of hope. I am your Queen of Calamity- and I`ve got big plans for this world... ❞
Jo`s Theme - LoveFuryEnergyPassion
Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
░░▒▒▓▓Everybody loves the underdog▓▓▒▒░░
░░▒▒▓▓Then the underdog becomes a hero and they hate him▓▓▒▒░░
⧱Ryder Mercy⧱
⧰The Boss⧰
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Gold medals aren't made of gold . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . they're made of sweat, determination
and a hard-to-find alloy called guts
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Ryder had absorbed himself into his duties as a faction leader more than ever over the past month. After the recent blow-up with Jo and Jasper, he'd been mostly trying to keep to himself. Things were at least partially resolved with the two of them at this point, but Ryder still felt anxious. He knew that they'd stepped into dicey territory--and he didn't want to aggravate the situation anymore. He was fine being around Jo, and maybe even Jasper, when they were alone--but together? That was harder. Despite usually being an advocate for change, Ryder had wanted things to stay the same between himself and Jo—and now, he just wanted to get things resolved, but he wasn’t sure how to go about it.
He had just finished checking up on the supplies in their armory, and now found himself in one of the sitting areas of one of the higher floors, heaving himself down onto a couch with a sigh. He pulled a small box from his jacket pocket, pulling out a cigarette and placing it between his lips before digging in his other pocket for his lighter, then putting the cigarette box away before lighting the cigarette that lay between his lips. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled, doing what he could to try to relax. He still hated the fact that he had to smoke to distract himself from stress, but it had become a bit of a habit. He contemplated maybe doing something for Jo and Jasper as a sort of peace offering…maybe he could cook something for them…? He wasn’t really sure what Jasper liked, though—knowing his luck, Ryder was pretty sure he’d end up making something the guy was allergic too—and even then, he’d have to fit it to Jo’s special diet so it didn’t hurt her—but it wasn’t as if he could think of any other constructive peace-making skills he had under his belt but making good food…
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An Anthem of Perseverance - Thousand Suns
Akikazemoon- Rookie Hero
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Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
Ɩ'M ƁƠƦЄƊ...
ƜӇƳ ƊƠƝ'Ƭ ƳƠƲ...
ЄƝƬЄƦƬƛƖƝ MЄ?
ԼЄƬ'Ƨ ƤԼƛƳ ƛ ƓƛMЄ...
☻☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲"ƨнow мɘ ɒ ƨмilɘ~!"☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☻
"KYAHAHAHAHA~" that laughter could not be mistaken, it was him, it was most definitely him. Inquisibear landed on Ryder's shoulder, perching on the red head like a really annoying parrot "What seems to be bothering you BUDDY~?" the evil bear asked, a mischievous little smile on his robotic face. David sat on Ryder's shoulder as he spoke into The Boss' ear "Are you finally becoming aware that you're slowly turning into the third wheel~?" he asked after a fit of tiny evil giggling. The stuffed bear jumped off the red head's shoulder, landing in front of Ryder as he continued to speak to him "You DO know what you gotta do, right? You can't try to be that little shit's friend- he'd probably gonna bang your girl when you're not looking...~" he spoke to Ryder, crossing his arms as he triumphantly stated "You should kill him~ Kyahahahaha~" he was most definitely an evil little teddy bear.
☻☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲"тυяи тнɒт ʇяowи υqƨibɘ bowи~!"☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☻
☻☱☱☱☱☱☱☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☲☲☲☲☲☲"so ı ɔɐu qɹǝɐʞ ʇɥɐʇ sɯıๅǝ oɟ ʎonɹ's~!"☲☲☲☲☲☲☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☱☱☱☱☱☱☻
❝It's me~!!❞
Inquisibear's Theme - Lunadial Overclock
Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
✮✮✮ ▸ SO FUCK YOUR RULES, MAN ↘↘
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my passion!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my love!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxhere comes pure energy!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my fury!
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xxxxxxxJosephine✖↰ Beaumont
xxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❀ x so let your soul dance, babyxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx time to free yourself at last x❀
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬【QUEEN CALAMITY】▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
With Ryder taking on a bigger load as a co-faction leader, Jo had been taking a lot of advantage of the mostly free time to improve herself. Though the issues with Ryder and Jasper took up a chunk of her time, which had for the most part seemed decently resolved... although, admittedly, it was still awkward to be alone with the two of them. Eagle helped alleviate the awkwardness just slightly with his presence, but Jo still felt incredibly guilty and unsure about the whole situation-- a feeling she was certain she mutually shared with the two men. Not to mention the way they had resolved it had been... jarring, to say the least...
She was sure that with time, they`d go back to normal- she was on perfectly good terms with Jasper and Ryder separately, at least. Her feelings for Jasper were beginning to wane into more of a motherly coddling, and she quickly found herself doting over everything he did-- especially when it came to making sure he trained and ate right. As for Ryder, their relationship resumed, and she was back to being happily in love with him, and running their faction together. That, and Jo spent a lot less time at Porn and Biscuits and more time in their bedroom. She was pleased about that part.
Aside from that-- during her fight with Santana, Jo had finally come to terms with her psychic powers. She spent a fair amount of her time training with others to try to hone her abilities-- and she had discovered that they could only activate when her emotions peaked. Mastery was a long road ahead, but she was getting a good idea of how they worked-- and she felt more liberated than ever when she used them. She couldn`t believe she had missed out on those her entire life...
Jo walked down the corridors of the higher levels of the base with one female footman at her side, chatting with her and holding two plastic bags in each of her hands. She stopped when she saw the back of Ryder`s red hair from the doorway of one room-- and quietly said goodbye to her friend so she could resume sneaking into the room. She crouched down to avoid being spotted by Inquisibear (although she did hear what he said-- and it took a special kind of restraint to not attack), then reached her hand up and tapped Ryder`s left shoulder- then quickly pulled her hand back, stood up on his right side, and leaned over to kiss his right cheek. "Peek-a-boo-" She cooed, not giving him a second to respond before reaching over and picking Inquisibear off his lap. She chose to completely disregard what the thing had said, in favor of objectifying and demeaning it by tossing it between her hands like a toy. The thing had almost betrayed them back when Santana attacked-- Jo felt she had every right to be bitter. "I was looking for this--! Me an` Hardy wanted to play soccer-- an` I actually suggested using a clipped grenade for a ball, but he was like, nah man, get the fuckin` Branch of Sin, and I was like, shit--!! That`s brilliant!! Aha! Oh, also-" She hopped over the couch to sit right next to Ryder, casually plucking the cigarette out from his lips and squeezing it`s tip to unlight it. Tossing that away, she kept Inquisibear under one of her arms as she burrowed through one of her bags, eventually finding what she had been looking for-- a big red rose, which on further inspection, was one of those chocolate ones-- which she then presented to Ryder, bowing her head formerly. "M`lady. I sold part of my soul for this--! I have stuff for Jasp and Eagle too, but, they`re-- not appropriate-- so--"
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❝ I... am the forever engine. The fire you can`t put out. The grinding gears. The living, breathing machine of hope. I am your Queen of Calamity- and I`ve got big plans for this world... ❞
Jo`s Theme - LoveFuryEnergyPassion
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my passion!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my love!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxhere comes pure energy!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx`cause here comes my fury!
xxxx▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
xxxxxxxJosephine✖↰ Beaumont
xxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❀ x so let your soul dance, baby
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬【QUEEN CALAMITY】▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
With Ryder taking on a bigger load as a co-faction leader, Jo had been taking a lot of advantage of the mostly free time to improve herself. Though the issues with Ryder and Jasper took up a chunk of her time, which had for the most part seemed decently resolved... although, admittedly, it was still awkward to be alone with the two of them. Eagle helped alleviate the awkwardness just slightly with his presence, but Jo still felt incredibly guilty and unsure about the whole situation-- a feeling she was certain she mutually shared with the two men. Not to mention the way they had resolved it had been... jarring, to say the least...
She was sure that with time, they`d go back to normal- she was on perfectly good terms with Jasper and Ryder separately, at least. Her feelings for Jasper were beginning to wane into more of a motherly coddling, and she quickly found herself doting over everything he did-- especially when it came to making sure he trained and ate right. As for Ryder, their relationship resumed, and she was back to being happily in love with him, and running their faction together. That, and Jo spent a lot less time at Porn and Biscuits and more time in their bedroom. She was pleased about that part.
Aside from that-- during her fight with Santana, Jo had finally come to terms with her psychic powers. She spent a fair amount of her time training with others to try to hone her abilities-- and she had discovered that they could only activate when her emotions peaked. Mastery was a long road ahead, but she was getting a good idea of how they worked-- and she felt more liberated than ever when she used them. She couldn`t believe she had missed out on those her entire life...
Jo walked down the corridors of the higher levels of the base with one female footman at her side, chatting with her and holding two plastic bags in each of her hands. She stopped when she saw the back of Ryder`s red hair from the doorway of one room-- and quietly said goodbye to her friend so she could resume sneaking into the room. She crouched down to avoid being spotted by Inquisibear (although she did hear what he said-- and it took a special kind of restraint to not attack), then reached her hand up and tapped Ryder`s left shoulder- then quickly pulled her hand back, stood up on his right side, and leaned over to kiss his right cheek. "Peek-a-boo-" She cooed, not giving him a second to respond before reaching over and picking Inquisibear off his lap. She chose to completely disregard what the thing had said, in favor of objectifying and demeaning it by tossing it between her hands like a toy. The thing had almost betrayed them back when Santana attacked-- Jo felt she had every right to be bitter. "I was looking for this--! Me an` Hardy wanted to play soccer-- an` I actually suggested using a clipped grenade for a ball, but he was like, nah man, get the fuckin` Branch of Sin, and I was like, shit--!! That`s brilliant!! Aha! Oh, also-" She hopped over the couch to sit right next to Ryder, casually plucking the cigarette out from his lips and squeezing it`s tip to unlight it. Tossing that away, she kept Inquisibear under one of her arms as she burrowed through one of her bags, eventually finding what she had been looking for-- a big red rose, which on further inspection, was one of those chocolate ones-- which she then presented to Ryder, bowing her head formerly. "M`lady. I sold part of my soul for this--! I have stuff for Jasp and Eagle too, but, they`re-- not appropriate-- so--"
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❝ I... am the forever engine. The fire you can`t put out. The grinding gears. The living, breathing machine of hope. I am your Queen of Calamity- and I`ve got big plans for this world... ❞
Jo`s Theme - LoveFuryEnergyPassion
Re: Nowhere (N.O.W.H.E.R.E.)
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" I t ' s a l l a b o u t y o u a t t h e e n d o f t h e d a y "
Eagle Douglas
Wolf's Fang
Eagle's Theme: Hot Crater
" S o I ' m g o n n a m a k e i t a b o u t m y s e l f "
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☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲
"Hey Em, Kristy, we should do this again sometime. I'll see yah around." Eagle winked as he left one of the rooms in the base, quickly readjustting this clothes and making sure it didn't look like he had a threesome with two other women. He chuckled and started to walk around the base, looking for something else to occupy his time with. There wasn't much, and every so often he'd look at his phone, checking for Lukas. Nothing. He sighed and put the phone away, before hearing a laugh from a familiar bear. "That sounds like people."Eagle casually walked over toward the voice, grinning. "'eyyyyyy! Fearless leaders! Was up my doge?"He could feel the tension in the room choking the FUCK out of everyone, he so put an arm around the both of them and pulled them into a sort of over the couch bear hug. What Eagle wanted was to see smiles...and get laid, but he could wait on that.
☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲
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