⚔ Ｇｉｌｂｅｒｔ ｄｕ Ｍｏｔｉｅｒ "Ｍａｒｑｕｉｓ" ｄｅ Ｌａｆａｙｅｔｔｅ⚔
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|| Non-Binary || 20 || Skill mimicry || Sons of Liberty || Location: Warehouse|| Tags: ||
It's amazing how quickly something can spiral into a giant mess, and with the situation at hand, the frenchperson could not help but marvel at the events that led up to it. France had never been one to display their 'gifted' folk, families presumably keeping their oddballs under lock and key, because they could not recall many instances of superpowers in their childhood. Sure, they remembered how many nights they'd spend tucked under the covers, a flashlight illuminating the brightly coloured comic books he'd collect, but at the time, they had been aware that the very thing existed in real life. At this time of night, their younger self would have dreamed of being in such a fantastical life.
And now, to their dismay and delight, they were living out that fantasy.
Something flew past Lafayette's head, embedding in a wall not too far from their hiding place, and they swore softly. It was one thing to live the dream, but another to actually survive it. "There must be more around here! Check everywhere!" Crouching, the Marquis listened intently to the voices up ahead, and the odd scuffle that followed, eyes furious at the current situation.
There had been more redcoats than they'd anticipated, and some were paying the price. Peeking over the hiding place once again, Lafayette caught a glimpse of another being dragged away, unconscious, and ducked back with gritted teeth. "This is bad" The whisper barely left their lips, as they slunk to the floor, brain working on overdrive. "We need to group up, but..." From their little crevice among boxes and crates, it was hard to know if their friends had gotten the distress call, or if they had not been seen. "Crap."
♚ "Ｋｉｎｇ" Ｇｅｏｒｇｅ ＩＩＩ♚
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|| Male || 38 || Advanced Empath || Redcoats || Location: Redcoat base, upper floor|| Tags: ||
With members flitting this way and that with the intent of keeping the operation under control, few noticed the soft ding of an elevator opening, nor did they glimpse the casually dressed empath make his way past. Honestly, George didn't mind it one bit, especially since the alternative was every member greeting him as he passed (in varying degrees of nervousness, he'd notice). Nonetheless, it was amusing to watch on a bad day, but that night was anything but a bad day, considering the message he'd received.
Initially, the messages started with a confirmation that his package had been fetched at its pickup point--an abandoned warehouse near one of the harbours--only for his luck to increase at the following messages involving his frequent pests. Those pesky children of justice--whatever they were called--had gotten themselves into a little mess. George scoffed, reaching one of the locked doors on the floor, and placing a hand on the keypad. It clicked open, and the empath strolled in. "The poor things, thinking it was safe."
His phone dinged once more, confirming that he may have another potential 'chat' scheduled on the lower levels, and the redcoat king smiled to himself.
It was always nice to know you were still winning, right?
✿ Ａｋｉｌａ "Ｉｎｋｂｌｏｔｓ" Ｈａｒｔ✿
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|| Female || 23 || Ink Manip. || Neutral || Location: City Streets || Tags: ||
A ribbon of white sprayed across the wall with a soft splat, blending with the reds and blues of the silhouette, and the tagger known as inkblots stepped away to check how it looked. Spraycan in hand, she turned her head to the side, humming softly, before a huff left her lips. The sound was muffled by fabric, her Rorschach mask bleeding ink into something akin to a frown. "I need symmetry."
Her free hand flicked upwards, and the white paint peeled off the wall with no effort, curling into the air, suspended. The mural was of an unidentifiable human, kneeling on the floor with ribbons of red and blue wrapped around him; some, she'd decided, had pulled the humans arms in opposite directions. Choice, her current subject matter, would be etched in small typography on the dark human silhouette.
Fingers moving, the white ribbon broke up into small strings, springing at the wall as each twitch painted a letter, and by the time she was done, the paint had completed its task. Looming over her, the mural glared at the street, and she smiled under her mask. "Let's see what people think I'm talking about, eh?" With that, the tagger started packing her paints and cans into a bag, content.
☁ Ｓａｎｇ－Ｙｅｏｎ "Ｎｏｏｓｅ" Ｙｅ☁
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|| Male || 22 || Air Manip. || Redcoats || Location: Warehouse || Tags: ||
"How many more do you think are still around?" Sang-Yeon stepped out of the car with those words leaving his lips, looking towards the dark building with interest. Having heard that his assistance may be needed, the designer left his apartment as quickly as he could, eager to see what was going on; it didn't take him long to decipher the situation by the series of texts he'd received, but seeing the quiet warehouse made him skeptical. "I was expecting more resistance...That's what it usually is, right? Or are you all just slacking off?"
The redcoat soldier huffed, tailing the smaller man without a word, choosing not to indulge him. Almost everyone knew that the aerokinetic was slightly too passive aggressive to keep small talk, but none would want to set off anything further than that. Sure, the man had one of the most disputed rumors, and with evidence being few and far between, no one wanted to find out if it was true.
Who willingly took on the name 'Noose', anyway?
Sang-Yeon noticed the quietness of his reluctant companion, and sighed softly, air curling upwards at the exhale. He was used to this, honestly, and chose not to address it; there were bigger things at hand, and they actually had the advantage at the moment. If that was a sign to act, then he'd take it. "I'm going to go...check around." Reaching under his asymmetrical hoodie, he pulled up a half-mask, covering his face up to his nose. "Tell any loiterers to secure the perimeter: they could have called backup at this rate."
'The cheats.' With that thought in mind, the Noose entered the building.
