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May 30, 2016 10:24:46 GMT
Post by VALKYRIE on May 30, 2016 10:24:46 GMT
 Fidelia was never one of her heroes growing up, but the woman is a legend. It's amazing that she's still alive after what happened to her. It's slightly disconcerting to be working with a WWII hero to bring down a criminal syndicate in Arkham. But no one knows better than Fidelia, Thalia supposes, the dangers of the supersoldier serum. It's never been known to have been successfully recreated since the original trials--and who wouldn't step forward and take credit for it, if they had, for better or for worse?--but someone is always giving it a shot, and there's always a patient desperate enough or ignorant enough to be suckered into taking it.
If they're lucky, they just die.
If they're not lucky, they turn into the kind of mess that Thalia is here to mop up today.
The headquarters of the latest idiots to try and create the serum are located in a squalid, ugly building like most places in Arkham, and Thalia wrinkles her nose as the two meet up outside. In the interest of at least trying to maintain a low profile she took a bus in, and didn't fly, and she's not wearing the outrageous get-up that the Initiative insists she wear to PR events and on high-profile missions. It's a relief to just be in leggings and a t-shirt, honestly, even if her clothing is a little too clean to fit in completely with the neighborhood.
She smiles at Fidelia even though there's nothing to smile about. It's just instinct.
"You're in charge of this mission," she says. "Do we have a plan besides go in and start smashing things?"
Not that Thalia objects to plans, but she does also enjoy a good round of smashing things.
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Jun 15, 2016 13:22:50 GMT
Post by fidelia on Jun 15, 2016 13:22:50 GMT
[attr=class,tonight] [attr=class,imlost] [attr=class,wecare] never coming back [attr=class,mightregret] [attr=class,mightregret1] [attr=class,mightregret2] [attr=class,weshare] anna feels absolutely naked without her suit. she has a bit of body armor on under her top, and her combat boots aren’t just a fashion statement, and she has her shield in a backpack slung over one shoulder, but still. they -- she should probably stop thinking about the initiative as ‘they,’ start thinking of them as ‘we,’ but, well, it’s a work in progress -- had insisted, and while she certainly understands the tactical advantage of the element of surprise, it doesn’t mean she likes going in more or less uncovered. of course, at least she isn’t going in alone. she sizes up her partner for the day with a well-trained eye. physically, she looks a bit older than anna herself, a situation which is probably never going to stop feeling weird. she’s never really met valkyrie before, which isn’t her preferred way to go into a situation like this -- just a code name and a brief overview of her powers running through the back of her mind. still. far as powers go, valkyrie is certainly no slouch, as anna understands it. she smiles slightly at her and nods in greeting. go in and start smashing things, indeed. anna has no misconceptions about the fact that this is probably what this is going to end up being, but she’d prefer if it didn’t start that way. there’s a reason the initiative sent her in on this one, after all -- she doesn’t think it’s prideful to say that she’s one of the world’s foremost experts on being a supersoldier, and thus, on how supersoldiers think. she remembers the euphoric, hungry power of knowing that suddenly she’s strong enough to do anything, fight anyone. hurt anyone, probably, if she’d been one of the arkham goons she’s sent in to take out. she considers the streets and buildings around them, then sets her mouth and glances back to valkyrie. “our best bet is to make them underestimate us,” she says, grudgingly admitting to herself that her dressed-down garb is going to work in their favor. the initiative really is good at what they do. “if these guys are as new to the serum as our intel says, my guess is they probably think they’re invincible right about now. we play up the fact that we’re a couple of young ladies in street clothes, and then we ‘start smashing things.’”
no one’s come out to grab them yet, so anna figures they must either be too concerned with what’s going on inside their dingy headquarters to care about the two women outside, or simply not care. either way, that will work to their advantage, too. “what do you say we go right in the front?” she asks her companion, quirking a tiny smile. “it seems rude to bust in the back.”
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Post by VALKYRIE on Jun 19, 2016 7:19:15 GMT
The living legend lives up to the legend. Fidelia outlines the plan and smiles at her and Thalia suddenly feels ten feet tall and ready to wrestle a dragon. She can do this. She can do anything.
Wow. She isn't sure if this is the supersoldier serum or the woman herself, or some heady, potent mixture of both, but she can get behind Fidelia as team leader 2kforever.
The front door is hanging slightly ajar off its hinges, which Thalia supposes is a bad sign. It does, however, work for their plan, because it means she can push it open without having to rip it off entirely. That would undermine the we are normal girls facade pretty quickly, she's quite sure.
Inside the building is just as squalid and ugly as the outside. Everything looks faintly disturbed; not quite like a hurricane rushed through, but more like a moderate breeze which blew everything a little to the left. There's a pair of shoes, neatly placed together, as if their owner stepped out of them and kept on walking.
Somehow that sight disturbs Thalia more than the silence and stillness. A distraction quickly comes, however, in the form of a clashing and clattering from down the nearest hallway. Thalia looks over her shoulder at Fidelia, waiting for orders. She's good at that.
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Post by fidelia on Jul 23, 2016 5:35:09 GMT
[attr=class,tonight] [attr=class,imlost] [attr=class,wecare] never coming back [attr=class,mightregret] [attr=class,mightregret1] [attr=class,mightregret2] [attr=class,weshare] her head whips around at the noise, and she sees valkyrie react, too, out of the corner of her eye. she certainly seems to have her wits about her. not that anna expected any less, but still. she looks at anna for orders, and it brings a part of her she had thought she left behind in the war right to the forefront. right. she used to command troops, didn’t she? it’s really pretty nice to get back in the saddle. “stay behind me,” she says lowly, then creeps down the hall, her steps silent. whatever that is down there -- and, of course, she has a pretty good idea -- it doesn’t exactly sound pleasant, and maybe it’s stupid, but she’d rather it have first crack at her than at valkyrie. it’s that same leadership instinct, is what it is. she was right, of course: it’s not pretty. they reach the end of the hall with little fuss, but the room at the end of the hall turns out to be… well, calling it a lab would be giving it a little too much credit, but that’s the closest approximation she can reach. there’s only one in there, luckily, and he’s got his back to them. he’s enormous, though -- way larger than anna herself, and for that larger way larger than most humanoids. whatever the syndicate is trying to do with the super soldier serum, clearly they’re not going for ‘normal’ results. this guy is… anna doesn’t really like to throw around the term ‘monster,’ but there aren’t that many other words that fit someone easily over seven feet tall, muscles on top of his muscles, and skin that looks like it’s splitting open every time he flexes dyed an angry crimson. he’s done a real number on the room, too; she notes several crumpled bodies on the floor, their lab coats smeared with all manner of mess. the target has one last -- scientist? lab tech? goon? -- in his grip, and as they watch he tosses her to the floor, then rends one of the steel lab tables with ease. “on my mark,” she breathes to valkyrie behind her, the sound quieter than her heartbeat. she hesitates for a heavy moment, her eyes carefully tracking the goon’s movements. then, silent and quick, she sprints forward, whipping her shield out and bringing it up for a blow to the back of his head as she runs. °r [newclass=.tonight]height: 400px; width: 300px; overflow: hidden; margin-top: 15px; colour: #252525; position: relative; font-family: 'Arial', sans-serif;[/newclass][newclass=.imlost]height: 400px; width: 300px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/ivtMsiY.png');[/newclass][newclass=.wecare]height: 200px; width: 275px; border: 2px solid #fcfcfc; padding-top: 173px; font-weight: 800; font-family: 'Raleway', sans-serif; text-align: center; font-size: 26px; line-height: 110%; color: #d9d9d9; margin-top: 12px; position: absolute; margin-left: 10px;[/newclass][newclass=.mightregret]position: absolute; height: 410px; width: 280px; border-right: 20px solid #C1DADC; background-color: #fcfcfc; opacity: 0.6; margin-left: -300px; margin-top: -430px; transition: all ease 0.2s; transition-delay: 0.9s;[/newclass][newclass=.mightregret1]height: 410px; position: absolute; width: 280px; border-right: 20px solid #44677c; background-color: #fcfcfc; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: -300px; margin-top: -430px; transition: all ease 0.2s; transition-delay: 0.6s;[/newclass][newclass=.mightregret2]position: absolute; height: 410px; width: 280px; border-right: 20px solid #005183; background-color: #fcfcfc; opacity: 0.8; margin-left: -300px; margin-top: -430px; transition: all ease 0.2s; transition-delay: 0.3s;[/newclass][newclass=.weshare]position: absolute; height: 385px; width: 257px; border-right: 20px solid #274049; background-color: #fcfcfc; opacity: 0.8; margin-left: -320px; margin-top: -455px; transition: all ease 0.2s; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding-left: 13px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 13px; line-height: 110%; font-size: 11px; color: #274049;[/newclass][newclass=.weforget]font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -10px; margin-top: 2px;[/newclass][newclass=.weforget a]font-size: 11px; color: #fcfcfc; font-family: 'Arial', sans-serif; text-decoration: none; text-transform: lowercase;[/newclass][newclass=.tonight:hover .mightregret]transition: all ease 0.2s; margin-left: 0px;[/newclass][newclass=.tonight:hover .mightregret1]transition: all ease 0.2s; transition-delay: 0.3s; margin-left: 0px;[/newclass][newclass=.tonight:hover .mightregret2]transition: all ease 0.2s; transition-delay: 0.6s; margin-left: 0px;[/newclass][newclass=.tonight:hover .weshare]transition: all ease 0.5s; transition-delay: 0.9s; margin-left: 0px;[/newclass][newclass=.weshare::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 9px; background-color: #274049; border:none;[/newclass][newclass=.weshare::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color: #274049; border-size: 5px 4px 5px 2px; border-style: solid; border-color: #fcfcfc;[/newclass][newclass=.weshare::-webkit-scrollbar-track]background-color: #fcfcfc;[/newclass][googlefont=Raleway] |
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