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Post by Limen on May 28, 2016 11:48:12 GMT -7
There were some serious pros to being a full-time super. In battle, Limen didn’t have to wear a mask that got all gross with her forehead sweat or messed with her vocal abilities and peripheral vision. In casual conversations, she didn’t have to worry about introducing herself by the wrong name and dealing with that awkward moment where you’ve just handed someone a whole heaping ton of blackmail or means of turning you over to authority. The police were kind enough to know her everywhere she went. She never had to wait in lines (because everyone would run off and/or call the police whenever she showed up anywhere busy enough to entail lines). She got great reactions when she snuck up behind people and went “boo”. She could take her bow everywhere and she wouldn’t get any comparative unusual stares.
Of course, there were also some downsides. It was hard to get anyone to rent you an apartment, and harder to get a job with which you could afford that apartment in the first place. She was always assumed to be up to no good, even if she was seriously just trying to walk down the street. The police knew her everywhere she went. Everyone would run off and/or call the police if she showed up to do anything that had to do with in-person consumerism. This particular occurrence made shopping difficult, which in turn made getting food difficult.
But Limen had figured out a trick. There was this fancy schmancy new online thing called Amazon Fresh, where you buy food online - not in person where they can see your face and confirm your name - and then some guy comes and takes it to whatever address you have plugged in. Limen knew there had to be an opportunity in there somewhere. First, she pondered making a fake account and ordering stuff to some random abandoned house out at the docks. She could just take the stuff by mild force and subterfuge if the courier tried to run. But then she thought up an even simpler solution: skip the registering and force and go straight to the subterfuge.
So the Amazon Fresh trucks were not at all hard to spot. They were these bright green giant boxes on wheels with the amazon logo slapped on the side. Limen had been tracking one on her motorcycle for about twenty minutes, always keeping several streets or cars back, when at last the truck pulled into a less populated part of town. No one but her, the driver, and the occupants of the back ways appartment were around to see the black motorcycle pull into the next alleyway down and the helmeted rider dismount, a small bag in hand.
And none of them did. As the courier left his vehicle to go up to the apartments, several boxes and bags in hand, Limen sprinted for the truck. The shadows hid her approach and the truck’s lock proved no match for her lock picking tools. Dozens of equally green boxes and bags filled the chilled truck but, casting a quick glance at the oblivious driver, she didn’t have time to be choosy. Limen grabbed the three bags closest to her, closed the back of the truck as quietly as she could, and ran back to her bike. Motorcycle tires screeched on the pavement as she made her clean getaway.
Limen had pulled off this trick once before, but unlike last time where she hadn’t stopped driving until she was halfway across the city for fear of Amazon AIs coming after her and their stolen merchandise, she decided to settle for a nice foreclosed office building at the edge of the suburbs and about a quarter mile down the road.
She pulled slowly into the familiar building’s parking lot. Hardly anyone but her had used the once nicely painted pavement in years, and fewer had been inside the location of a tech entrepreneurship gone terribly wrong. A shame, too; it was a great place. She’d found a couple of old computers that still worked if one hooked them up to electricity, and a coffee maker that, if you tilted it to the side a bit, made pretty okay coffee. Limen traded her helmet for her bow and the bags from the larger bag on her bike. As nice as the inside of the building was, with its average of just 5 broken windows per floor and only mild water damage, it was a warm afternoon, complete with light breeze. Limen forgoed the door in favor of the windowsills. A quick climb later, Limen was on the roof and at the optimal height of 4 stories up so as to enjoy the weather and oncoming sunset.
Settling down on the edge of the roof, Limen began to take stock of her little grocery run.
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Post by Lobisomem on May 30, 2016 15:04:09 GMT -7
Lobisomem couldn't believe how much their body was punishing them for not eating, a sinking feeling after all the events had caused their stomach to heave at even the thought of feeding.
But now...
Their eyes were bloodshot, bones visible beyond their outward ribs. Some dogs had attempted to stave off their increasingly inhuman desire to eat, but little birds and rats only fueled the hunger. Worst of all, whenever they looked at a human, it looked...appetizing. Even in humanoid form, this hunger lingered. They had never felt it progress this long, except the first time they had ever transformed. Only this time they were maybe twice the size they had started in, nothing they ate could satisfy them, at least, not anything small...
You're going to eat something...no...someone soon.
They froze at this horrible thought, extracting themselves from the transformation and doubling over, clutching at their stomach.
Suddenly, the scent of actual food reached their nose, and uncaring whether it was meat or not, they darted toward it.
They peered upward as they pressed against the wall, feeling parts of the transformation progressing even though darkness wasn't pressing in around them.
They chambered carefully to the roof, eyes widening as they spotted various boxes of food! They crept forward, their humanoid form fluctuating between fur and scales along with a growing tail.
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Post by Limen on Jun 2, 2016 18:20:03 GMT -7
One downside to alleviating goods from this particular delivery service is they never filled the bags very full. The three she’d taken were more than enough for her (she doubted she’d be able to eat it all before something spoiled due to her lack of a refrigerator), but it was surprisingly little given the size of the bags. Half a dozen tubs of yogurt, a package of hotdogs, several boxes of popsicles - she’d taken one for herself and was eating it while going through the stuff -, toothpaste, a box of peaches- Limen paused. She felt a chill on the back of her neck, and an unexplainable unease, as though she was being watched. No, “watched” wasn’t quite right; “stalked” felt far more accurate.
Limen looked left, right, and down, searching for what might be the cause of the feeling. Then, she cast a glance backwards. Most people would be frightened to see the large being, wolf-like and dragon-like but not truly either, staring at them a hundred meters down the street. Lobisomem was far closer than a hundred meters. And they, and their sharp claws, shifting scales, and threatening teeth were stalking towards her with a look in their eye that gave the strong impression that they were on the prowl for food. Limen froze, her eyes wide and her mouth twisting upwards at a tense smile, knowing full well that she was but a sentient meat sack.
Limen dug in the first box beside her, pulling out a popsicle wrapped in white plastic, and took a bite of her own. “Want one?” She asked hesitantly, holding it out over her shoulder.
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Post by Lobisomem on Jun 2, 2016 20:11:46 GMT -7
Lobisomem froze as the girl noticed their presence, great, just great!
They started backing up, slow pawstep at a time, usually a successful notice was followed by a scream, and they really didn't need another chase on their hands...er...paws?
They tensed as she raised something, unable to precieve the form until her call reached their ears, Want some?
They proceeded forward, easy perked curiously before snatching the popsicle, which tasted like blueberry and frozen water.
Delicious!
But it barely did anything, especially the fact that it wasn't meat of any kind. They glanced at little pleadingly at the box of hotdogs, wondering if they would take it regardless of permission.
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Post by An0nymou5 on Jun 3, 2016 11:40:17 GMT -7
It is quite rare for a crime to take place in the suburb, it’s even rarer that the object got stolen is some food in a delivery truck. As far as Anonymous can tell, the people live here isn’t so poor that they couldn’t afford food that they would resort to stealing. To be honest, stealing food from a delivery truck isn’t worth his time to punish the perpetrator; for all he can guess, whoever steal those foods probably have a good reason to. It’s not a very harmful crime, the worst it would do is that it mess up the delivery guy’s schedule. Despite that, it still got him enough curiosity to investigate a little of the situation; he doesn’t have anything to do at the moment anyway.
Disguising himself as a normal civilian, he listened to everyone’s thought in order to follow the perpetrator’s trail. Good thing that those bags that got stolen were stood out enough that people can at least recognize the bag even if it rush by them. From what he heard, it was someone riding a motorcycle, carrying three bags of stuff toward the edge of the suburb. He doesn’t have to be a world-renounce detective to guess that the guy might went into the foreclose building there to hide. With that in mind, he snuck his way inside the building to see if his hunch was correct. Seeing a parked motorcycle was a good start, so he made his way further up the building.
Soon enough, he could sense two figures’ train of thought, though only barely, in the other room. One of the thought he could recognize as Blue Jay’s little pet Wolfie, so that was rather discouraging. The other thought, on the other hand, he didn’t really recognized at all. Peaking around the corner, he could see Wolfie in the room with the girl; she looked like she’s feeding the creatures with the food she got from the delivery truck. The girl doesn’t look threatening, other than the high-end compound bow she got on her. He might have heard some rumor about a Pandaemonium member who used bow and arrow, but he couldn’t quite got her name.
“What, are they reenacting Beauty and the Beast?” he thought to himself. “With that creature here, I doubt I can stay hidden for long.”
So at the very least, he changed his appearance into of a raggedy hobo while remain hidden from them; well, as hidden as he could before one of them notice his present. Wolfie might be a little intimidating, and who know what a Pandaemonium member does to homeless people. He can only watch and observe their action, but at least he can react to the situation if it become too dicey.
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OOC: at the moment, unless you guy have x-ray vision or whaterver senses, you don't know this is Anonymous. As far as you can tell, he's just some homeless person wandering in the place.
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Post by Limen on Jun 5, 2016 22:06:36 GMT -7
Limen’s smile relaxed as the wolf-dragon took her offering instead of her hand. Something in the back of her mind - probably common sense - told her she shouldn’t get too comfortable around someone who could probably swallow her head whole, but she found herself kicking her legs off the edge and humming a tune.
They seemed to want the hotdogs. Made sense, she guessed. “Go ahead.” She said, biting another chunk off her popsicle. For some reason, stollen food always tasted better than food bought legally. Why, she pondered, gazing up at the sky.
In the silence of the evening and abandoned building, the movements of another presence were amplified. Limen looked backwards, tilting her head back and leaning away from the edge so as to see. She couldn’t make out anyone there, but she knew what she had heard - someone was doubtlessly there. It wouldn’t be too much of a surprise, as this was a fine spot for a homeless person to spend the night.
“Hey, why don’t you join us?” She called friendly into the darkness. “I got food and they don’t bite.” She pointed to the super with her thumb. “At least I don’t think so. Do you?” She asked Lobisomem casually.
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Post by Lobisomem on Jun 9, 2016 21:49:38 GMT -7
Lobisomem snapped up the hotdogs as soon as the women gave her permission, seemingly way too calm about this whole meeting a terrifying beast thing.
They tapped their claws in an almost rhythmic way as she started humming, clearly having no other way to follow the music.
These sounds made it all the more obvious when a tapping sound of feet rang out, someone new. They turned with a perked head, looking slightly disappointed at the fact a little hobo hobbled forward.
They didn't answer the women's question, instead scooping a box of food to their chest and looking away from the rest, dipping their snout into the strong smelling container.
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Post by An0nymou5 on Jun 11, 2016 13:44:21 GMT -7
He was half-expecting Wolfie over there would notice his present; he didn’t expecting the girl also notice him too. Clearly they didn’t recognize who he really is, so at the very least his disguising is working. Warping his mind-set into a homeless civilian, Anonymous carefully limped his way out of the hiding spot with a look of panic and worry in his face:
“P-P-Please,” he stuttered, “d-don’t hurt me. I-I-I won’t tell anyone about this.”
Maintain the distance; he carefully observes both the beast and the girl for any possible hostile action. Wolfie is obviously hungry, seeing it going for the food box that the girl obviously stolen from that food delivery truck. This girl might perhaps know Blue Jay if she know how to keep his pet at bay like this; either that or food can be use to tame this beast without problem. He turned to the girl when she offered him the food that she stolen:
“Y-You would give me food? W-Without asking something in return?”
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Post by Limen on Jun 14, 2016 18:02:55 GMT -7
Limen just shrugged at the homeless fellow. “I mean, it’s just going to go bad if we don’t eat it soon.” She couldn’t blame him for his hesitancy - little was free in this world, and most who told you otherwise were saying so with forked tongues. Nor could she be surprised at his fear. Meeting two supers on a roof was a great way to ruin an evening.
But she felt bad for this fellow who had a poor hand dealt to him. With the friendliest, least intimidating smile she could muster, she waved him over. “Join us in gazing over the society that’s rejected us.” She said, melodrama in her voice to match her words.
Whether or not the man did decide to join them - or just ran, as she was half expecting - Limen set her gaze again on the suburbs before them. The sun was beginning to turn the sky orange, and the owners of the houses beyond were beginning to turn on their lights. The last of the commuters were returning home to families and dinner. They’d eat food bought at a store, sleep in a bed that belonged only to them, and then go to work at a daily job that paid for it all. It was peaceful, and a world Limen had no part in.
She ate the last of her popsicle and dug through her bags for something else. The peaches were the first thing there. Taking one for herself, she offered the box to anyone else who wanted one. “So, where’re you guys from?” She asked, intent on conversation.
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Post by Lobisomem on Jun 14, 2016 19:47:59 GMT -7
Lobisomem rolled their eyes as the homeless stranger blabbering on and on, requiring reassurance from the other strange women. So much strangeness, Lobisomem really hoped that they weren't making a mistake associating with these people. Regardless, they didn't offer any words themselves, a talking monster trying to tell him it's alright would probably scare him more, not less.
They were staring down at the crowds, eyes sparking as people passed with no worry, unaware of the sheer danger of this simple place, when they noticed a question directed toward them.
Where am I from? Like hell I'm telling you that!
They frowned low as they bared their teeth, shaking their head and whipping their head away. Still, their perked ears showed a distinct intrest in the conversation.
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Post by An0nymou5 on Jun 18, 2016 1:45:39 GMT -7
Anonymous, still maintain his hobo disguise, slowly making his way toward the girl and the box of food that she got from that truck, while trying his best to avoid Wolfie as if he’s still afraid of the creature. With a simple mind-set of a scared homeless man, he managed to fool both the girl and the beast. Once he had reached the food box, he looked around for something to eat; he isn’t really hungry, but he need to keep his act as a hungry homeless man, so he pick out a turkey sandwich in the box and begin to unwrap it like a child opening his Christmas present.
Reading their surface thought, he finally identify the name of the girl as Limen, one of the member of the Pandaemonium. He always thought those people were always up to bring chaos to the city, committing crimes and such atrocities. Though this is the first member that actually being kind to a homeless man.
“I-I used to live down near the slum part of town,” he answered her question, “u-until these street-punks came to our alleyway. T-They were f-filming themselves at-tacking the other homeless people w-while l-laughing, like they were enjoying themselves. I-I managed to get away, b-but I have to leave everything behind.”
He needs a plausible story for a homeless person, so they are the first thing that came to his mind when asked where he was from. The best way to create a lie is to weave the truth in the story; Anonymous had been around that particular part of town before, and he had heard rumor about these punks teenager who think hitting homeless people is fun to do. He looked out the district before facing back at Limen:
“W-Why are you being so kind to me?”
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Post by Limen on Jun 24, 2016 0:43:20 GMT -7
As before, the wolf-dragon super was silent. Not much of a talker that one, were they? Limen supposed just having company was good enough, even if she did prefer conversation. And even if that conversation she continued to attempt to have was entirely one-sided.
At least the other guy was feeling chatty, even if his story was fairly concerning. Limen swallowed and hesitated to take another bite. Kids were doing something like that for fun? “Seriously?” She frowned, looking out over the city. “Punks, they should know better. There’s a difference between picking a fight with gangs and with the unaffiliated.” She turned to the man, smiling, but the look in her eyes was serious. “If you give me this alleyway, I’ll come in later and drive them off. Deal?”
She took several large and quick bites out of the peach and went back to watching the clouds. “I don’t have any reason to be mean, do I? Don’t take it personally; like I said, this food’s going to go bad if we don’t eat it. I would’ve offered it to anyone.” She said simply. “And since you’ll probably be wondering about the kids, that’s because the docks are Pandaemonium turf. It's one thing to have good-natured fights for fun and another entirely to beat people up because you think it’s funny. The latter gets on my nerves.” Finishing off the peach, she tossed the core off the edge of the building. It landed in an overgrown planter below. “Pandaemonium’s a family, not a hierarchy of might makes whatever the hell you want.
“Speaking,” she continued, turning to the wolf super, “you’re not part of Pandaemonium, are you? What faction are you?”
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Post by Lobisomem on Jun 24, 2016 21:53:59 GMT -7
Lobisomem wasn't planning on sympathizing with this homeless guy, expectations were fragile things apparently. Their intimidating face didn't change, but judging by their drumming claws and tapping tail, the story of teens beating on the homeless really bothered them.
They smiled, even though it resembled a snarl, as the women stated she'd drive off the cruel teens later. Their ears rotated to pick up the location if the man said it, they planned to join this cleansing of the alleyways if it came to that.
Lobisomem blinked as the women addressed them, what faction were they in? Clear thought ran through their face as they paused. They could say they were affiliated with Bulwark, but did one ally in one member countries as being a part of them, probably not. The thought of saying nothing occurred to them, but the woman couldn't really use it against them, "None." They stated, "I'm a lone super.
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Post by An0nymou5 on Jun 26, 2016 18:20:44 GMT -7
Anonymous feel a bit loss of word; this is something he didn’t expect a member of Pandaemonium to be like, unlike his interaction with Bloodbath from some time back. When he first heard the rumor of some punk started a fight with some homeless people out in the slum, he was assuming they probably Pandaemonium members having fun picking on innocent people again. With his homeless disguise, he managed to confirm the rumor among the homeless community, and was looking for more information about these punks in order to punish them for their action.
“W-Well, I used to live in Monroe Street, b-but I doubt they’re still hanging around there.”
He told her the last place he heard sighted of those punks were as he looked around the food bag for something else to eat. He was a bit startle when Wolfie answer her question; guess today was full of surprises: first he found the first friendly Pandaemonium, now he found out Wolfie can communicate. He quietly listened to the girl’s surface thought to ensure she isn’t just saying that to defense her faction, but as far as he can tell she was being sincere.
He looked back at her, and for a short moment, he could feel something nostalgic, something quite familiar about her. But then he shook that thought away in his head as he returned back to the window.
“I-I heard a lot of rumor about the people in Pandaemonium, and none of them are g-good. S-So why did you join them? I-I mean, don’t get me wrong, b-but you seems much too kind to be a part of their faction.”
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Post by Limen on Jul 4, 2016 18:14:05 GMT -7
So the wolf super could talk. “You’re solo?” Limen asked, grabbing a sandwich for herself. “That’s a tough life, I can say. I was solo until something like two months ago. Have you thought about joining a faction?”
Unwrapping her sandwich, Limen logged the given street. She knew what she was going to be doing tomorrow. Even if they weren’t there, she’d ask around the area to see if they’d moved to another street to do the same thing.
“I wouldn’t call me ‘good’.” She said. “Sorry to disappoint. I’m aware that I’m a little different than a lot of my faction, but see, that’s one of the great things about Pandaemonium: we’re all a little different from the lot of our faction. I’m sure there are people who’re ‘good’ in the faction, just as I know there are people who care less about other people than they do the number of gold plated cups in their display cabinet. Yet we all call ourselves ‘Pandaemonium’. We may not all get along, and I may not agree with some of the stuff some of my faction members do and vise versa, but you can be sure there’ll always be someone willing to help you or tag along on your latest insane idea.” She looked over her shoulder, making sure to meet the person’s eyes, and smiled. “Like I said, we’re one big family.”
Limen laid back, resting one arm behind her head and taking a bite out of her sandwich. “Granted, I’ve only been there for something like two months, but I’ll tell you, it’s been a great two months.”
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