Recent content by Ira

A police siren whined in the distance, then abruptly cut short. They had been chasing a small group of gangbangers from the Hill District. They had fled some sort of massive gang war and were trying to set up shop outside their original stomping ground. One bad drug deal later and they were...

Mary giggled at the man's response, watching his face very, very closely as she did so. It was perhaps a little unnerving, or perhaps it wasn't. Slate's people weren't so easily scared. Snapping her fingers, Mary asked one of the guards. "Rodriguez, can you's believe this fuck? He's got the...

Mary laughed at Todd's gently applied questions. They were reasonable, common sense, unburdened and mindful sort of notions that a person like Todd would ask. A person who wasn't driven entirely by vengeance and rage. Reasonable. Common sense. Unburdened and mindful. Mary was not that person...

Mary sat quietly in the little back room of a shuttered business in the Hill District. A few of the people from the plane knocked out of the sky had torn through the roof of this place and, despite the repairs done afterward, the scene of splattered meat and shattered bodies couldn't be driven...

Mary paused for a moment, then replied coldly, "If you's knew they's was murderers... A fiery haired meta an' a demon in a mask killed my brothers. I know they's murderers, Bea, I know they's is." A heavy sigh, then Mary set down her drink to rub her temples. A gentle groan escaped Mary as a...

Sam looked- Mary wasn't sure the look Sam had. She was far away, something strong was on her mind and, judging by the words she said, she wasn't sharing. Mary scrunched up her face in gentle frustration. Once again, Mary had fucked something up. Maybe she triggered her in some way? Mary hadn't...

Mary nodded slowly, listening to Bea. Her face began to slowly soften and relax as the mind-altering power left her body. Giggling for a second, Mary replied, "You's n' me are the same. Our fam, killed by metas. You's wanna cure 'em to help, avenge you's parents, in a way. I wanna stop 'em to...

Things had changed since Mary had 'removed' the West-Side Redbloods from the gene pool. Or- well, that wasn't exactly true. Rather, the fact was that they hadn't changed. But they certainly should have. Mary had killed a powerful gang in an easy neighborhood for a new gang to move in, but no one...

Mary was trying to listen to Samantha, she really was. Good people listened. Good people cared. Mary was good. Right? But IT crawled forth from the edges of Mary's vision as the pain faded. It wasn't unexpected, as the pain faded the demon liked to show her filthy face back into Mary's view...

Sent to the hospital, Mary very nearly snorted hot coffee at that. A joyless, grunting laugh slipped forth from her in-between coughs. How was a hospital, made for weak and pathetic normies, going to treat metas? Would they know how to reattach a still beating heart? Remove pins from the legs of...

Mary needed to THINK. To use her head and not her body alone. She wasn't some brute that could just block everything with their face! The pain would be clarity, good thinking, and a purifying force- if it wasn't just all of Mary's own pain. Her own pain liked to muddle the focus the power...

The pain had been faded away from Mary's knuckles as she finished speaking, so she could've swore she felt a twist of pain from Samantha when Mary mentioned Todd eating people. Of course- Mary couldn't be sure it wasn't her own heart flipping a lid over the skin pulling. Even if the pain...

Bea offered to make coffee while she sent Mary off to clean herself. Mary attempted to smile in thanks but wasn't sure what expression her face wore as she wobbled off to the private washroom. Did she look happy? Dazed? Confused? Mary couldn't know. Entering the bathroom, she began scrubbing...

Mary allowed herself to be led off by Bea, entering the facility proper and moving further away from the suffering metas. Of course, the distance really didn't matter all too much. As long as they were within a mile of Mary, she was still empowered distracted. But Bea's people didn't just lead...

Ira giggled at Joshua's question. What to call her? Ira? Wasn't it obvious? Twirling around and stepping away from him by roughly a foot, Ira responded as respectfully as her aloofness would allow. "To call me? By name? Silly! You know it! Ira is fine- no no- Ira is perfect. Sound it is...