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Cross Effects: Rebirth (2.0) The RP
Kaze:
MERCER
Being thrown in to what he could only assume was some alternate reality with a hodgepodge of people and infrastructure from different locations across the globe had not made Alex Mercer a happy camper.
It’s not as though he actually cared all that much about his old home. Blackwatch was full of sociopathic assholes and the REDLIGHT plague was worse only by virtue of wanting to eat everything forever. If he was honest with himself, Mercer could admit that regardless of how fucked up this Nexus City place probably was, he would be better off here than back in Manhattan.
The problem was that he wasn’t concerned about himself. Dana was still back there, and without him to make sure she was safe the young woman would be all but helpless against either the military or zombies. That was absolutely unacceptable. He had gone through metaphorical hell to make sure his “little sister” would be alright, and she had accepted him, even as messed up as he was.
Well, that wasn’t quite true. Dana knew that her brother wasn’t human anymore, but what she didn’t know was that her real sibling and the monster she sheltered in her home were two separate beings, and that “Alex” had simply stolen her brother’s shape and name. Even so, she hadn’t thrown him out upon discovering how monstrous he was, and that was a fuckton more than anyone else had done for him.
So he had to go back, dimension crossing magic be damned.
An information gathering tactic involving “politely” asking passerby where he could find someone to help him out and eating the particularly irritating humans, Mercer now had the location of some savant who went by the moniker of Law Unto Herself. Odd name, but that really didn’t matter. Hopefully she would be cooperative and he wouldn’t have to eat her too. It would be a shame to have to kill someone who allegedly did good things for the world, since the one he came from was severely lacking in such persons.
It wasn’t long before Mercer reached the compound. The building was impressively large, but he must be approaching it from the wrong angle because he couldn’t see a door. Indifferent to common courtesy as he was, ZEUS decided to hop onto the roof and see if there was an entrance there. If the roof was sturdy enough, it would probably only crack a little under his weight. If not… well, there wouldn’t be any need to worry about finding a way inside.
Arch-Magos Winter:
After the impalement of the dreaded Car Destroyer, and his subsequent dragging off, Archer had faced a quandary, at least in the best way to proceed. His hostess was obviously not in the best of moods, and likely sulking in her room about the entire incident. There was of course only one solution to this problem: Tea. Of course, his search for the beverage was somewhat interrupted by the sight of a rather haggard looking man eating what looked like some strange amalgamation of fried eggs, toast, and bacon. Archer didn't catch his name, and was pretty sure it wasn't 'Dmffammmn"Luckily, he pointed out where some rather good tea was in between muffled bites of his... sandwich... thing. Quickly making a good strong cup of Tea, Archer set out for Forest's room.
After silently watching and listening, he gave a knock on the door as well. "You are bloody lovely, Forest, so please let us in. I brought tea."
Elf:
Forest continued to toy with the pillow when another voice joined in with Henry's.
"You are bloody lovely, Forest, so please let us in. I brought tea."
Despite everything, she felt her lips curve up ever so slightly as she rose from the mattress. Still hugging the pillow, she padded over to the door and opened it. Indigo eyes peered at the living vampire and the Servant from above the pillow before she moved to go sit back on the bed.
Wynn would have chided her for acting like a child, but right now she didn't care. Her voice was somewhat muffled by the pillow, "Thanks."
******
Gabriel entered his room and sat the tray on the nightstand beside La Folia. He smirked and said, "Folly, I have brought you breakfast."
There was French toast, an omelet with cheese, mushrooms, and red peppers, and fruit. He had a glass of milk there as well.
******
"What can you tell us about these murders? Are we talking about a serial killer here? Who's the teenage girl, Detective Frost? Why is she here?"
Saber had only worked with her partner for a week, but she was already starting to learn Quinn's tells. His dark blue eyes were narrowing. Literally the calm before the storm or the bleakness of a shark's eyes before they attacked. The reporters swarmed closer, pushing microphones and cameras in Quinn's face.
The former King saw her partner's nails start to lengthen and sharpen as he clutched the podium. Saber smoothed her hair back and straightened her leather jacket before moving towards the masses. She said, "I am employed by the Nexus Police Department as a consultant to assist Detective Frost with supernatural threats that are beyond the scope of the police. You may call me Saber. As to your questions, Detective Frost has graciously answered them to suit your needs. Do not turn these tragedies into a farce to feed the bloodlust of this town. We merely wish to warn the magic wielders of this city of this potential danger. That is all. We will release more information once we have it."
The reporters went loud, trying to thrust their cameras, flashing lights, and devices in her face.
Quinn's dark blue eyes met hers and again she was struck by the sheer beauty of his face, a rival for even Diarmuid's. She could appreciate it like a fine piece of stained glass or artwork. The former king smiled slightly at her partner and he smiled back, careful not to show his elongated canines.
"Saber, what do you have to say about this?"
"Saber, why would the police employ a teenage girl to . . ."
Saber turned to face them again and said, "Enough! Detective Frost and I have . . ."
She saw something in the distance. Something familiar that caused her chest to tighten and her breath to catch. No, it can't be . . ., she thought as she saw the familiar black knight standing there. Then he began to cross the street, in the midst of on coming traffic.
Of course, the knight didn't realize what a car was and was promptly hit by a semi. "No, let me through," Saber shouted and people parted for her instantly as she rushed over to the fallen, gleaming Knight with Quinn on her heels.
Puck-Chan:
Henry wasn't quite sure what to say this. But the man in red sure did as he brought along tea to placate their landlady as the doctor finally heard movement. The door finally opened as it seemed to provide a room of purple. With pillow in her face and eyes above for sight, it was obvious she was distraught. But definitely seemed to long for this newcomer.
"C'mon in," Henry told the tea-ladened man. He gestured him to go on inside first.
While he waited for the Servant to enter the room, he glanced around the spacious room that Forest claimed as her own. Amethysts on the four corners stood stonily in place. The symbol of crows on the walls seem to serve as stead-fast sentinels. A number of other necessary furniture and paraphernalia existed inside this sea of purple.
"It's pretty big here," Henry remarked as he grasped a hand on the doorknob, "I'm jealous."
Kaze:
LANCELOT
The dark knight was once again reminded of how much he really, really appreciated his armor. He would definitely be feeling that one for a day or two.
Staggering to his feet, Lancelot suddenly realized that King Arthur had already moved to his side, a young man with a pretty face in tow. She stared at him, her focused green eyes not sure what to make of the former knight standing before her.
Civil war, inducement, false statement, theft, robbery, kidnap, suicide, rape, arson, bombing, violation, negligent homicide, mass violence, death at work, overconfident accident,
He stared back, a combination of shock from realizing she was not hiding her gender and embarrassment from having been knocked on his ass preventing him from speaking.
Old habits took over at that point, and Lancelot dismissed his For Another’s Glory ability. An inky black aura briefly began to seep from his armor as white faded into dark purple, and then the aura vanished entirely, leaving the Knight of the Lake unhidden before the one he used to call his Lord.
The starting penalty is five.
Armor clinked as the former Servant took a knee and bowed before Arturia Pendragon. He wanted to acknowledge her as his king once again, but he no longer had that right. “King Arthur” he said simply, awaiting her judgment, and gritting his teeth as he tried to drown out the voices in his head.
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