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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2019 7:54:13 GMT -4
It took a few strings to get pulled to arrange it the best way she saw about going about this. But when you had a request from that far up even if you didn't like the dog that gave it... It was best sometimes to still do as asked to avoid the dogs bark. The sour taste and sensation of wanting to vomit though taking nearly the whole drive to the lock up to finally stifle back. The itch where her eye used to be under the eye patch worsening as the reason she was here irritated her far more then the why ever could. The why a little strange too but she didn't dwell on it too much. If anything she was curious to say the least of who this boy was and why he ended up here. Why the wanted to know how they were doing though? That wasn't her business, It was just a task she had to acquire. But there was no reason she couldn't have a little fun and see what else she could dig up either. Her lips sealed however on the who that actually sent her though. He always worked strange the dog...
She sniffed lightly in the back of the black four door car. The tinted windows hiding it as she wiped the remnants of the white powder away from her nose and straightened up her gloves again. Leaving her weapon and other accessories in the car as well to avoid any mishaps. Leaving the car and her driver in the parking garage. The clack of her black heels heard rather clearly as she made her way inside and through the facility guided by the contacted guard. The meeting would belong enough as she'd arranged. A small room usually used for interrogations set up for them to talk.
Aside from her black heels her clothing would look rather of high brand tailored apparel. Her leggings going up most her legs nearly to her thighs. Her short dress showing some of her thighs with various bits of gold and leather securing it all in place. A small cloth like cape covering part of her side as well. Her golden brown eye watchful of her surroundings up to and even entering the room. Even with all the best assurances and pay offs as well as other negotiations it was still not a place she actually liked to be. After all what crime boss would have wanted to be in the center of a jail system that was ready and willing to hold quirkers in lock up.
She'd sit down at the end of one end of a table in the center of the room with two chairs. The camera in the corner of the room that would have normally observed everything in here tilted towards the ground as well as the light off showing it wasn't receiving feed at the moment. As long as she didn't go too far beyond her allotted time it wouldn't raised many red flags. There she'd wait calmly sitting in one chair legs crossed as she pulled out a long thing cigarette and lighting it with a golden engraved lighter as she waited for the guards to escort their guest in and secure him to the table so he could sit in the chair across from her. Slowly puffing on her cigar taking relaxing breaths as her nose still lightly burned as she waited for her objective to arrive.
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Post by Nick Cross on Mar 5, 2019 19:17:14 GMT -4
There were six stains on the roof above Nick and if he squinted his eyes just a little they kind of looked like the continents of the world. This was about the only source of entertainment he had in the dingy white prison cell that had been his home for the last month and a half. He had no books to read, no videogames to play and no television to watch.
Sometimes he closed his eyes and pretended he was in cryo-stasis on a spaceship en route to a planet full of green alien babes with large extremities. That was mildly amusing for about one microsecond. Or at least it had been. Every thought he could possibly think he had already done so a hundred times over by that point.
Also, his left arm was gone, all that remained of it a pathetic stump. That, too, was rather quite shitty.
His head slumped back against his pillow for what was probably the millionth time, but he had grown bored of counting a while ago. Mother’s going to kill you, hissed the same annoying intrusive voice that had been tormenting him ever since he had arrived. Or maybe she doesn’t think you’re even worth it anymore, since you can’t possibly have fucked up harder than this. Some perfect soldier you turned out to be. You can’t even get yourself out of here!
He let out a strained groan of agony and gripped his head with his remaining hand. “Shut up!”
Oh, how he hated that intrusive voice in his head, even more so when it was right. He did not know if his little attempt at starting a revolution had been a success or not, or if Goro and the others had made it out alive. It had all been a mission to gain Mother’s favour again, and his missing left arm was a testimony to how much it had backfired.
Flew too close to the sun...
A sudden creak made him jolt bolt upright as the single door to his cell swung open. There stood a trio of guards all armed with machine guns (of course they had heavy artillery for dealing with Quirked prisoners). “Prisoner 233404, you have a visitor.”
“Oh, goodie gumdrops,” he drawled.
He was about halfway off his bed when the thought hit him like a sledgehammer: what if it was Mother? He could think of no one else who would come to visit him, except for perhaps Nari or Goro if they had managed to escape arrest. His throat suddenly felt drier than the surface of Mercury and his legs ceased to function.
“Hurry up!” barked one of the guards.
Nick shot that particular guard a murderous glare before reluctantly sloping after them with all the enthusiasm of a man on his way to the guillotine, because he might as well have been. This is it, this is actually it, this is the day she kills me and –
His thoughts came to an awkward screeching halt as the guards brought him to the meeting room. There, sat on the opposite side of the bulletproof glass, was a woman he had most definitely never seen before in his life. He supposed Mother could have sent her. He eyed her warily as he took his seat opposite her, the guards remaining by the door.
“Hello,” he said. “Am I supposed to know who you are?”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2019 5:27:22 GMT -4
She watched him for a long moment without answering. Taking a long drag from her cigarette eyeing him up with her one good eye. Trying to take in his image to let it sink in a bit surprised as he hadn't really been what she expected. She'd paid good money to make sure things didn't have only problems to what may have seen like mild surprise she'd wave her hand at her side lightly and the guard would nod and make his way out of the room his shadow remaining opposite the glass of the door outside of the room. She preferred to keep away an audience for now and there was always a person or two with a mortgage and loose morals you could find in such places if you knew how to work. Maybe one day government worker pay would be high enough to avoid such things but until that day she'd be ready to reap advantage of the woes of the little man.
"Maybe?" She'd say softly in a lightly warm yet cold tone at first. Tapping her cigarette with one finger over an ash trap to let some of the gray ashes and embers fall into the clear tray. "Maybe not? Guess it depends what kind of people you associate with Nick. Although one might think after you recent accommodations you'd be excited to have someone to talk." She'd lick her lower lip lightly with mild curiosity though. Her lipstick shining as she did so. He was cute that was for sure and had a way about of him just lightly. She was curious to see if he'd live up to what she expected in the coming conversation though.
"You have allot of people who might be curious about you. It shouldn't be too surprising some of them might have wanted to check on you. As to who that may be isn't really much your concern though." She'd say matter of fact like getting that point quickly out of the way as if metaphorically putting a deep line in the sand should he become curious on that particular part.
"How have things been since your slip up? Most people wouldn't gain attention much still after screwing up and ending up in here. But people must really like you Nicky boy. Do they treat you well enough in here?" She'd say before taking a quick drag and exhaling rather quickly as she continued. "What did you do to get on so many peoples good side? I've been thinking it over all day and I honestly can't see why you still garner such attention after how you ended up and well..." Gesturing to his wound briefly with a upward opened palm that also held her cigarette between two fingers. "...Your recent handicap. You must really have some interesting skills for people to see so much in you. I'd be lying if I didn't admit it makes you quite the curious little specimen to me." Waiting for him to answer as she crossed her legs over one another watching him carefully with her one good eye that narrowed in on him like a hawk to its prey.
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Post by Nick Cross on Mar 6, 2019 14:26:13 GMT -4
Nick raised an eyebrow as the guards withdrew from the room at the woman’s request. So she could pay them off to let us talk but not enough to let me go. Bloody typical.
He supposed he could smash through the bulletproof glass between them quite easily, but he doubted she would have paid off the entire prison staff. Even he knew he could not take on the prison alone, hence why he had not tried to.
No. All he could do was sit there and allow this complete stranger to talk at him in an irritatingly vague manner. He narrowed his eyes. “I’d be happy to talk to anyone who isn’t just here to waste my time being cryptic. If Mother sent you, say so.”
Could Mother have sent this woman to finish him off for his failure? He tensed, watching her with burning intensity, ready to spring on the defensive at any second if he had to.
He could not resist rolling his eyes at her frivolous questions about his current conditions, however. “Oh, it’s simply bloody wonderful, you know? They provide me with only the finest silken sheets and fresh tea imported straight from India. I’ll have you know I have ten beautiful buxom ladies waiting for me back in my cell and it’s quite rude of you to keep me from them.”
He growled as she pointed out his missing arm, but refused to acknowledge it. He leaned back in his seat. “Well, congratulations; you’ve seen me. I hope this experience has enriched your life for the better. Now is there anything you actually want, or are you just here to get on my nerves? Because you’re doing a marvellous job of that.”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2019 16:25:55 GMT -4
She bit her lip lightly trying to resist the urge to smile as it seemed to irritate him the way she spoke trying to dance around the issue of who sent her or her motives for being here. Her good eye watching him curiously more as if he was just a point of interest and intrigue rather then a actual human being on the other side of the glass. He definitely had a aura of being full of himself. His attitude carrying a attitude and scorn to it one couldn't easily reach without quite a bit of practice.
"If it makes you feel any better it wasn't my idea to visit you either. Mutual allied parties wanted a status update. So here I am plain and simple. I was curious though given what small things I'd heard to put a face to what I'd heard." Drawing in a inhale of smoke and exhaling as gray smoke and smog bellowed past her shining red lips. "You certainty are irritable, I would have expected you to be happy people are curious of your status. Most people who get beaten down like you did get forgotten by the people of importance." She'd say trying to figure out what he had that made him hold such importance to people such as Thunder or other larger sharks in the sea.
"If you don't want to tell me how things really are that's your business. I was simply sent to ask and acquire to your situation and status. Maybe find out exactly what happened and why you failed like you did to end up in here. But if you don't want to tell me that's purely your own business. Although I imagine it may come as some mild disappointment to those that actually care about you." She shifted lightly in her seat her reactions to his snide remarks usually only reaching to about the extent of a light grin or chuckle. The behavior not seeming to bother her so much as just amusing her. Her one good eye watching her as if she was sizing him up for some sort of judgement or his caliber of entertainment like she was watching some sort of t.v. show or play before her eye.
"You can relax, No one is gonna hear what you say. The cameras off and the guy at the door won't repeat anything he's picked up. Why not just tell me what happened and help me figure out how you're really doing. It'll make both our days go easier and I can get out of here and you can go back to your... Buxom ladies." Rolling her eye and laughing a little at what she said. It was simple enough once she had the info she needed she could go and he could return. But she wanted to see what kind of person he really was as well. Curious why he held such interest for so many. Even in his lightly broken state as irritable as he got so quickly made her wonder on his true mental and physical state as well.
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Post by Nick Cross on Mar 6, 2019 17:00:17 GMT -4
Nick contemplated smashing through the glass simply to punch this irritating woman in the face, and oh how tempting it was, but he had little doubt the guards would see this as an escape attempt and gun him down. Truly he lived a life of endless frustration.
His expression darkened into a scowl. Was this woman dense or what? Had she seriously come all this way to answer questions that she could answer easily by herself?
“You know you could just turn on the television,” he remarked. “But since you were apparently in hibernation for the last month, I attacked a live broadcast to spread a message to all those with Quirks that we should not tolerate being treated as we were at that military camp. Then I killed some of the ones involved with the camp attacks to illustrate that point.” His fingers dug into his palm and he found himself suddenly shaking with a potent mix of rage and despair. “The world cannot have forgotten already. I refuse to accept this!”
No, it could not be so. Then everything he had done would have been for nothing. Were the Quirked really so weak that he could not motivate them? Or had he been too weak? Both thoughts caused him an endless amount of pain, and in his current state he did not do a good job of keeping this off his face.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2019 17:13:50 GMT -4
She watched careful her eye never leaving him and always remaining in contact with his own eyes when he looked directly at her. As she explained her curiosity and intrigue only grew. She was starting to see some of what she'd heard about this one shining through a bit more now as he explained. She didn't take a drag from her cigarette those this time right away a subtle sign what he'd said had taken some effect at least.
"People don't forget, Don't worry about that. If they did I wouldn't be here... Privately speaking your efforts are somewhat noble it sounds like. Sadly for people like us I don't think it got the reaction you were hoping for. Such is sadly the way with the fickle mob at times." She'd say feeling a small sigh leave her lips. She couldn't help but be somewhat sympathetic even if she didn't want to be. From the sound of it he was while still a boy someone with great conviction.
"What about your capture? Tell me about that if it's not too difficult for you." She'd say softly shifting in her seat watching him carefully with her good eye fixed upon his position. As if two predators eyeing each other up from opposite sides of the glass. However some of her coldness lightly melting at the surface level as she watched him realizing what it all truly must have meant to him. She truly felt there was a story here she'd one day wish to uncover if they'd have a bit more freedom to talk freely at such a day.
"I can see you're tense, Don't be, I can't tell you who sent me but if it sets you at ease no your mother had nothing to do with me being here. I simply am gathering Intel and your status. But I can tell its been hard on you it seems." She'd say softly twisting the cigarette butt in the ash tray deciding to let it die and give him more of her full focus. "Tell me about the people you killed, As well as the hero you faced? What went wrong and how did you get captured?" She'd ask curiously but a bit softer then before. But the whole series of questions wreaked of something similar to a interrogation. She had a few bits of info she needed to gather and her curious mind as well pushed her to wanting a bit more as well.
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Post by Nick Cross on Mar 6, 2019 19:13:18 GMT -4
Nick let her words hang for a moment, then allowed himself to relax a miniscule fraction. So, his actions had made some kind of an impact after all. That was all he really wanted to know. It was relieving, if only slightly, to know his efforts had not been entirely pointless. He only hoped Goro was actually acting on this to further their goals instead of being a dithering idiot, but sadly knowing his brother the latter was far more likely.
Damn it all to hell. To be trapped and helpless to do anything to further his ambitions or even see the effects his actions were having on the world caused him a sensation like a colony of burning ants crawling around inside him except a thousand times worse.
Not helping at all was the way the woman softened her voice as though she actually gave a shit about him. “I don’t need your false sympathy. Spare me.”
Alas, she was not going to leave until he gave her answers, was she? He could not believe he actually missed his cell. She claimed Mother had not sent her, but could he believe her? Once again, damn it all.
“They’re not important now,” he said in response to her asking who he had killed. “Look them up yourself if you’re truly that curious.” He sighed. “I ended up confronted by one of the Pro Heroes from UA, Tsutsuji Hachi, also known as Yellow Jacket. She left me with this.” He gestured reluctantly to his missing arm. “Wasn’t that oh so very nice of her? Heroes are clearly such compassionate beings.”
He leaned forward just a bit, the air around him suddenly seeming to grow more serious. “Tell me at least one thing: does the name ‘Lightning Bug’ mean anything to you? It’s a name Yellow Jacket threw out when we fought. She seemed under the impression my Quirk was the same as this person’s."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2019 21:02:55 GMT -4
She took a moment watching him not saying much to his response about her supposed compassion or sympathy. She couldn't help but feel thoroughly unamused though by his rough behavior and attitude. She couldn't help but wonder what Thunder actually cared for this one for. To her he seemed little more then a angry child still salty he didn't get his way and was now being punished for it. But she bit her tongue for the time pulling a small notebook from her handbag briefly and scribbling down a few quick notes about something silently and snapping it shut after he'd finished speaking slipping it back in her back after another moment or two.
She began to put her things away as she snapped her fingers and the guard would soon be arriving yet again. It was clear he wasn't going to give up anything beyond the most basic of basic information. But she'd at least gathered what she needed. He was fine and healthy at least as much as he could be given his current state and now she knew loosely what had actually happened. But before the guard could come in he did ask her something peculiar. If she'd known or heard of someone known as Lightning bug. The name itself not ringing any bells. If it was someone of importance they hadn't yet come onto her radar.
"Perhaps," She'd say lightly waving her hand so the guard would ready himself and come back in shortly after soon ready to approach the boy to return him. "But what I do and do not know on the subject is my business. I've learned what those interested wanted to know. Perhaps you should practice being cooperative a bit more if you want people to do the same with you in return. You've still got allot to learn to flourish in this business kid or get people to work with you." She'd then rise checking her nails pulling out her phone to send a quick set of texts rising up and walking towards the other door on her end of the room about to take her leave. The sudden fade of interest in her eye and movements as if she was now simply walking out of a business meeting. If he didn't have anything to interest her further she'd take her leave. After texting her driver sending the details to thunder via email.
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Post by Nick Cross on Mar 6, 2019 21:39:02 GMT -4
Nick’s eye twitched. He had given her answers, had he not? And yet she had the gall to deny him the answers he sought? What else could she have possibly wanted from him? Perhaps if she had not been so frustratingly cryptic he would have given her these things! His hand slammed down on the table before him with such thunderous force it was a wonder it did not break. “Stop fucking with me! You don’t know a thing, whore. What a waste of my time!”
Because getting angry will really make her talk more.
He deflated in his chair, the rage dissipating from him as quickly as it had flared into life. Getting angry had never worked, something he was slowly beginning to learn. It never had and it never would. He noticed his table-slamming antics had drawn the attention of the guards, so best not to push it further, as much as a part of him wanted to.
Instead, he waved his remaining hand as dismissively as possible. “Well, there you have it. You came all this way for information you could have easily found out with a quick Internet search. I hope you’re bloody well proud of yourself. At least tell whoever sent you to be a bit more useful next time and send people who can get me out.”
All words spoken in frustration. As he sat there he realised how pathetic he was to allow himself to rot away in that cell. He had to find a way out himself. Even if it took a hundred more days he had to try. He could not stand to waste away there any longer and let random slatterns like this torment him.
Eventually. Maybe. Fuck, he was so tired.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2019 21:53:14 GMT -4
She couldn't help but sigh as she got her things together making her way towards the door. She looked at him briefly but if there was any emotional reaction on her part it didn't register on her face. She simply looked to him after what he said then back to her phone. Resuming her clicking of writing up the email. Her hand bag in her free hand as one of guards walked passed her to re hook the camera once they'd all left the rooms. The other guards nodded and one of them taking a envelope from her briefly looking inside it and then giving her a nod.
"I'm sure they'll be in touch, For now you should probably work on that attitude." Was all she said half minded in her tone as if it was a second handed comment. His focus purely on her phone now as well as her notes as she'd make her way out of the facility. Typing up quickly upon her phone.
"He seems to be having troubles, He's irritable that's for sure. But he's healthy besides for the missing arm at least as well as I could tell from a glance. It might be best to move soon though solitary might be having an effect on him unless he's always this irritable. Apparently Yellow Jacket is the one that took him down and took his arm. She's a UA teacher so I'm not sure if looking into revenge for that would be wise but that's your decision... But consider the check up completed. But as for when to move if someone is to move. I'd suggest to do it soon..." She'd click send as the email would go to Thunder in moments. She'd make her way back to her driver and the car and before long be back home where she had a hot bath waiting for her.
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Post by Dessen on Mar 8, 2019 1:11:27 GMT -4
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