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Kat
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Jun 23, 2010 08:42AM
Scott sat on the deck of his Tokyo apartment, sipping coffee and observing the action below as this girl beat up the Division agents. He cloaked in a special pheremone cocktail that made it difficult for Sniffs to find him, so he was at little to no risk, especially with the Division men so occupied. The Division had created and then Scott had stolen the formula, which was ridiculously easy to make. It was his very best bargaining chip when trying to ally with other non-Division power-possessing individuals. This girl-- a Pusher he guessed by the way the men just turned on each other the second she was in true danger, would make a very good ally indeed. He hopped down balcony to balcony until he reached the ground and started to walk after her, making sure to appear civilian (for some reason most powered individuals didn't like using their powers on regular humans) and not to get so close as to look like he was following her. He knew that she would Push him at the drop of a hat if she felt scared.
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Scott was standing outside the hotel when she came out, "Careful not to scare the Pusher," he though to himself. He stepped towards her, and in the most neutral tone possible said "I was wondering, ma'am, if I could have a moment of your time. I know you are in a rush but it could be worth your while."
Scott laughed, gesturing to his stubbled chin and torn clothes, "I sure hope they keep their agents in better condition with this. Nah, I'm with the resistance. Well actually, there isn't really a formal one yet, but that's kind of why I've approached you."
"Now, if I was going to that, would I be talking to you so nicely?" asked Scott, hand moving casually towards his gun, just in case the Pusher tried to do something, "I don't even have any offensive powers, I'm just a Stitch," he told her calmly.
Clarity pulled herself out of the water and shook her head, her soaking wet hair falling around her face and, at times, sticking to it. She blinked the dripping water out of her eyes and shook herself a little so as not to feel so much like a drowned rat.It didn't work out well.
Taking her own sweet time, Clarity walked into a more populated part of the city and ducked into an alcove that led, via dark passageways, to her 'apartment'. Really, just a room with a couch and a refridgerator beside a sink.
But it worked well enough for a seventeen year old runaway.
Scott followed quietly behind Kyr, dealing with the sniffs she missed as he went. Finally he caught up to her, jogging at her side, "They're all gone," Scott told her.
"I can make sure they can't sniff you out," said Scott, pulling a tiny crystal vial out of his pocket, "or at least make sure they have a lot more trouble doing it."
Once in her tiny room of an apartment, Clarity changed into dry clothes and dried her hair with a towel, draping it over the sink when she was done as she did with her clothes so they would dry.Satisfied and feeling more like a person than a water rat, Clarity made her way back outside and trailed around the streets. It was almost aimless, but not quite.
"Hang on, hang on," Scott teasingly pulled the little bottle away, "how do I know that I can trust you, little Miss Push? How do I know that the second I give this to you you won't just knock me out and run away laughing?"
"Annoying?" gasped Scott, faking offense, "Why I never..." but he chuckled and handed her the crystal bottle, "Drink up, kid."
"Who are we even trying to find,Analeigh!?" he called out,running as he caught up to her. She rolled her eyes annoyedly,"I already told you,the people I saw in vision. We have to find them." she repeated to him for about the fifth time. He chuckled at her,amazing how he can always find some way to be amused,"I know that,but can't we get some names here?" he asked her. She shrugged,"Well it's not like I actually know them." she told him,pushing through the crowded streets. He grinned,"Seems like Watcher abilities are limited." He pushed some old guy out of his way,trying to keep up. She gave him a look,"Just shut up,will ya?" she said,less like a question. She raced across the streets,scanning the crowed a few times for anyone from Division. No one so far. Then she stopped in her tracks and Andrew knocked into her,He looked at her questioningly,"Thank you for finally stopping but why did you stop?" She pointed far ahead of her at a some guy and girl talking,"There they are." she said. He followed her gaze and raised an eyebrow,"You sure of this?" he asked doubtfully. She nodded,"Positive,now come on!" she said,grabbing his arm and running to a nearby abandoned building to hide behind the walls but closer to those two people. For all she knew,Division was here.
Currently, Clarity was now wandering, having bored of her lack of adventure and feeling tired enough to actually sit on the sidewalk. But she didn't, not yet.
"You're younger than I am, aren't you? I'd guess 18 at the very most..." Scott grinned.
"Still young," Scott teased, "younger than I am."
"Well, Miss Kyra, I do not have the advantage of Pushing. Tell me about yourself..." Scott suggested, taking her by the shoulder and leading her out into the street. All was quiet.
"Well, you are lucky in one respect," said Scott, "your Dad is dead, not constantly attempting to kill you."
"Did I mention that my name is Scott Polderman? My father is Leonard Polderman, the Division's second-in-command," Scott told her bitterly.
"You've heard of him," commented Scott, not surprised, "well, that's good I suppose, because I plan to take him down," he paused dramatically, "and I am going to need allies."
Analeigh stared at them from the nearby wall,her arms crossed. Andrew look at her with an annoyed expression,"Are we not going to even go up to them?" he asked her. She still stared at them with her hard grey eyes,"Not yet. I don't know if they're with Division or not." she told him. Ok,well she had that feeling that they weren't but she was a paranoid person. Andrew gave her one of his rare frowns,"Then it was a waste of my time coming out here." he said. She glanced at him then turned her attention back on them,"Shut up." she told him,ending the conversation.
((are they listening to Scott and Kyra?))
((Well Analeigh's watching them from a distance, like some stalker :b))
((gotta love the freaky supernaturally powered stalkers, :D. she's a watcher, right?))
Nadia jumped out of bed and grabbed her gun quietly but very quickly. She backed away into her bathroom and hid. BANG Her door was kicked down. She looked around quickly for the small window. At this moment she hated being a Wiper. She frowned at the window. Too small. She thought. Nadia stood there until she heard people coming by the bathroom. She opened it wide and barely squeezed through it. She landed in a crouch and stood up to run behind the building and into the busy streets of Hong Kong.
Nadia hid her gun in an alley alley. She walked away as she looked around for any sign of devision agents. Nadia was looking behind her when she bumped into a girl. "I"m sorry." She said quickly looking at her. "I'm just- I'm sor... Are you with division?"
"Devsion? You strange." She said and walked away.
Nadia imitated her as the girl walked away. "Note: If you see her again don't help her." She said to herself. "I need to find help. Someone who can actually fight the division." She muttered under her breath as she slipped some fruit into her pocket.
Nadia imitated her as the girl walked away. "Note: If you see her again don't help her." She said to herself. "I need to find help. Someone who can actually fight the division." She muttered under her breath as she slipped some fruit into her pocket.
Kat wrote: "((gotta love the freaky supernaturally powered stalkers, :D. she's a watcher, right?))"
((lolz,I hear ya :b and yupperz and Andrew's a bleeder))
((lolz,I hear ya :b and yupperz and Andrew's a bleeder))
"Well, I vote fight," said Scott, "I don't have any good offensive powers here. There's a little restaurant three blocks from here... the Golden Dragon House... we meet up there. Say you're with the Redd party."
Analeigh saw them staring back at her and Andrew,she cursed,",they see us." she whispered to him. Andrew looked at her,"Analeigh,we have to go up to them. If they turn out to be against Division,we could finally bring them down and save your mom." he told her. He knew that talking about her mom was a sensetive subject for her but she apparently seemed unaffected by it. Analeigh didn't look at him but she gave him a small nod,"Fine." she finally said and they started toward them but then stopped,"What now?!" Andrew asked annoyedly,"She has a gun." she answered but it wasn't pointed at them. She followed the other girl's gaze and saw what she was looking at.Her expression turned cold. Division was here.
Scott walked away, turning over his shoulder to say one thing to her, "Kyr? They can't find you right now, it would be awful to waste the Sniff Dispeller I gave you because that you were so stupid as to get killed."
Clarity stood up seeing a fight and wishing she hadn't. I am not getting involved. There is no way!
Scott made his way to the Golden Dragon, slipping into a booth at the back reserved for the Redd party. He'd done this all before... almost gather a decent group of resistors and have them all get killed or become disloyal before they could actually do any damage to the Division. He sighed and ordered a tea while he waited.
Clarity, having overheard the man's destination, trailed along the sidewalk and to the Golden Dragon. "Redd party," she said just loud enough to be heard.
Scott looked up to see the waitress bringing a girl to his table. She was definitely young, "And to what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked.
She looked at the man with curiosity and not just a little apprehension. "I saw you in the market..."
"Are you with the Divsion?" Scott asked calmly.
Nadia ran from the bleeder chasing her. The Devision caught up to her. She looked behind her and panicked when she saw him stop and close his eyes. Nadia ran faster.
Clarity's eyes widened and she shook her head. "No."
"Me neither," Scott cracked a grin, "have a seat. My name is Scott Polderman, and I'm trying to organize a resistance. You game?"
Clarity did a little wave, "Well hi then, Mr. Polderman. And yeah...I'm game." she smiled a little, then.
She stopped and slowly smiled. Time to try out her new idea. She waited for the bleeder to stop before her. Nadia took a deep breath and attempted to erase the memory of his orders to capture her. She opened her eyes and saw his blank stare. "What am I doing here?" He asked then walked away. Nadia grinned.
Analeigh managed to stab a couple of agents who had spotted them,she cleaned her knife one of the dead agent's shirts and quickly hurried away from the market,following the girl with Andrew right beside her. She slowed down when they got to the Golden Dragon resturant. Her and Andrew walked in casually and he scanned the place quickly for any Division agents. Analeigh eyes fell on the table where those two people were,and some other person she never remembered seeing.
Nadia looked around for other agents and found none. She relaxed completely. The sat by the door of the Golden Dragon restraunt. She pulled out the apple she stole and bit into it wishing she had the money to eat inside.
"They're following?" Scott asked, standing up at once, he turned to Clarity, "what can you do?"
Nadia closed her eyes and leaned back tiredly. Something dropped beside her. It was pocket change. Nadia frowned. Did she really look homeless?
"I'm a Mover," she said softly, putting her hands in her packets.
Clarity gripped the gun tightly but was horrified that she was holding it at all. Omigoodness what have I gotten myself into?
Nadia stared at the devision agents outside and erased their memories. They all murmered in confusion then left. She walked inside and did the same to the one closest to her. They left as well.
A few agents who hadn't left turned to her. Nadia backed away slowly. She was too tired to erase any more memories. She was now in big trouble.
"Hang on," said Scott, "look at that girl out front."
"What is she doing?" she whispered, mostly to herself.
