* BODY / SOUL .

“—–do I?”, the question comes out a bit snarky, a bit defensive as he feels his veins vibrate with power under the bandages. It isn’t his intention to be rude to his mother; god, no, she’s an angel sent from above and he is aware of it, but still… he can’t help but to feel scared, angry, trapped and persecuted. Robin looks down and shakes his head, “sorry, that’s not what I—-”, but is lips seal in frustration, “I wish you were right, mom, but time doesn’t stop for anyone, not even for the Haggis”, he comments looking over at her with a little smile, “while I am here sleeping, dad, you and many others are risking their lives against the Doves and it isn’t fair, it is my fight as well”, he says and as much as he tries to inject passion and intensity in his words, they always come out softer in front of his mother.

His head drops against his mother’s in search of some comfort, letting himself calm down at her touch. The situation is difficult and he feels like time is running out, Robin feels like a time bomb himself. Things have to change and IMMEDIATELY, what once was a vague idea, it is now starting to become a solid plan, a very valid option, even though neither his mother ( or even his dad ) will like it very much. While he had never been a fan of his father’s lack of tack about life, he had also always considered his mother was far too nice to people who didn’t deserve one ounce of kindness. Her last words sting deeply, because he knows it will hurt when the moment comes, when he has to unfortunately prove that yes, mutants can and may be monsters. “There was a time for words and propaganda, but now we may have to do things the ugly way”, he mutters, before looking up at his mother. “I don’t wanna be in this bed any longer, I need to train”.

“ it’s fine, robin. ”  a prudent smile encompassing her features, the effort she puts into understanding his mentality is remarkable. a world where her son could feel safe. that’s all she ever wanted to build ever since he was born. the lawful side of her always wanted to be a good influence on this world. god knows how many times hank had to listen to a younger harriet’s dreams of the world she wanted to build and how she wanted to achieve that by building that one miracle suit she had in mind. she has always been a builder, constructive and not destructive. 

nobody said it was going to be easy, but maybe harriet’s battle was harder than it should’ve been. she wasn’t expecting an easy battle but at least she could have her loved ones by her side. instead, she had the man she married on the enemy’s front. then there was her son, all she could hope for was him to watch the mess they made from afar and never be a part of it. that was all harriet wanted when the profound conflict between her and lucien turned into a war. still, that is what she is hoping for. 

“ you want to make this your fight because you have a great power in you. ” etched on her face, there is worry. “ but do you know why i am fighting ? i’m fighting so you don’t have to fight. if you become a part of this war, that means i’ve done all of this for a big nothing. ”

Combat Stats

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ — strength ★★★★★★★★★☆ — offense ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ — defense ★★★★★★★★☆☆  — speed ★★★★★★★★★★ — durability ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ — accuracy ★★★★★★★★☆☆  — agility ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ — stamina ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ — teamwork ★★★★★★★★★★ — stealth ★★★★★★★★★☆ — close combat ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆ — bladed weapons ★★★★★★★★☆☆ — blunt weapon ★★★★★★★★☆☆ — ranged weapons ★★★★★★★★★★ — superpowers / abilities [phasing] ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ — traps/setups ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ — medic

Flaws

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive vengeful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky

Strengths

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm

Fighting Style

commander  /  duelist  / honorable  /  dishonorable  /  would have others do their fighting / stealthy  /  long-ranged  / melee  /  technological  /  sorcery  / superhuman abilities /  has fought in a tourney / a lover of fighting  /  a hater of fighting  /  cowardly  / reckless /  strategic  / uses underhand tricks /  renowned for their skill /  trained  / untrained  /  keeps what little skill they have secret /  won a battle  / lost a battle  / merciful / unmerciful

Any lasting injuries from combat?

“Oh my god, skedaddle!” 

The voices on the other side of the door became loud. They spoke with such authority that Rohan’s stomach dropped–bailiffs were perhaps even scarier than the usual visitors that darkened his doorway. Rohan pulled a face at Freyja, letting it be known that he was not fond of her determination.

He wanted to kick his feet and wave his arms with frustration, just as an angered child would, when it became clear that he had to let them inside. Rohan unlocked the door, and before he could open it fully, he was pushed aside by a barrage of chests.

“ what ?! ” she mouths quietly ( as if there is still a chance they can disappear thinking there is no one in there ) as she sees rohan’s face denying her insistence. when she watches rohan unlocking the door, her heart beating at her throat, this optimistic approach of hers dies ever so easily. 

          HIS HAND MOVES GENTLY ON TOP of hers.     “ i’m sorry that you’re scared of yourself, frey. ”     squeezing her hand gently, he looks at her with a soft smile. her words pull at his heart strings & a small frown appears over his features.     “ you could never let me down… ”     his thumb gently trails over the top of her hand.     “ i’ll never let you down, freyja. ”     his words are soft as he leans over & presses a soft, comforting kiss to the side of her head.

“Could you just hurry up and pick something?” 

Warren had tried to be understanding, he was used to the occasional customer that couldn’t see all that well, or who maybe just needed an extra moment to read the menu, but this was getting ridiculous. He wondered briefly if he was in some poorly laid out social experiment. 

“I’ve got a line building up here.” He said, motioning to the hand full of customers shuffling uncomfortably at being noticed by the impatient giant.

@oblame

coffee. she heard a lot about this wicked dark beverage. humans, they glorified this drink. and of course, she had to taste it and decide for herself. but she wasn’t expecting this many options. too many options. 

this is her first interaction with human blood. and the first thing her brain does is establishing a connection between human blood’s color and color of her hair. she still has a lot to learn, a lot to tune in. she knows this won’t be the last time of her seeing this red liquid, she is there to fight, and fight is blood. 

the warrior embarrassingly awakens from her befuddled state only after hearing the other’s words. realizing she had her eyes blinking multiple times like a small child’s, perplexedly.

          DAVIS LISTENS TO HER as she tells him about how she feels. he wants her to be comfortable & to be able to speak her mind & get her feelings off his chest, so he scoots a bit closer, their legs touching as they sit next to one other on the bench. he wants to comfort her to the best that he can.     “ no, you don’t sound insane freyja. ”     he says as he shakes his head.     “ people have nightmares.. nightmares that they can’t explain. ”     he tries to justify for her.     “ you could never scare me, freyja. ”     he says as he smiles softly at her. 

          renèe enjoyed music.   she   HERSELF   played the piano,   and the violin.   perhaps that is why she stood to listen,   despite who it was being played    BY   .   she’s just come from work of course;   and would barely stand out among crystalline’s citizens if her   FACE   was not so recognizable nowadays.   and as she approaches,   she cannot help but feel the   HATRED   pierce her heart during the short walk.   this girl’s parents   DESTROYED   everything she worked for.   (   she’d never had anything of her own,   and they    TORE   it away from her.   for a few views which were perfectly justified.   it was ridiculous.   )   now their   BLOOD   stood only a few metres from one another.   “   judith lidell   ?   “   she asked it like she wasn’t certain. 

face remained mostly impassive;   unreadable.   nobody could really tell what she must have been thinking.   “   i assure you i am not here to listen to more of that,   perhaps you would like to take a walk with me.   “   then,   she offers a   SMILE   ,   that is more like a cat being pleased with themselves.   and her tone indicates that it is not a   QUESTION   .    

ah, now who is the haunted one ? her own last name makes her cringe. -- again, she doesn’t let it show. her heritage is what she has been trying to run from. she is the child of two heroes. not caped and powered ones, no, they were the worst kind of heroes in the spirit’s very personal opinion. they were martyrs who chose to die in the name of their holy virtues. daring to save a city corrupt like crystalline when all they had were their brave hearts. “ never thought street performances could have my name on the lights, and here we are. ” she fixes her confident stance, shifting her weight to her left feet. “ just jude is more than enough. ” eyes aglimmer with a silver haze, her gaze captures the other’s. there is always a glint of hostility in those eyes, sometimes it’s more visible. the villain is trying to make sure it isn’t one of those times.

“Hm. Interesting. You succumbed to the peer pressure.” The hypothesis meant that aliens were also not exempt from such things. Atticus did not feel guilty with using Lia as a test subject, if anything, he was just intrigued as to how she would react to the things he had read about in behavioural manuals. His perusal of these books was not a fruitless endeavour–soon, Atticus will learn to negotiate. He needed to acquire such skills if they were to retrieve the artefact successfully. Atticus grinned as they clinked glasses. “Yes, I think it is… Cheers!” He sipped, a shiver of disgust traversing his spine at the taste. 

Atticus’ head tilted, chin cradled in his palm, as he nodded towards two patrons across the room. “That appears to be romantic to me. It’s quite primal to look at, isn’t it?” It was if he was watching a television screen, attention rapt, in wait for what was going to happen next. “It is so public, how can–” Atticus turned to Lia, eyebrows raised. “Oh my. They seem to be kissing.”

" did i ? ” ninth warrior asks, the situation clouds her expression with sheer amazement. “ the term peer pressure is kind of disheartening, in my own opinion. because i would easily describe being on earth as a grand pressure that never leaves me wherever i go. ” the alien never minded letting her thoughts go too far near her companion and giving him something of herself to observe. in fact, he has been her outlet to let out what she can’t tell the fellow elysians that think so highly of her. heaven forbid a warrior to tell she is tired. 

jude feels the weight of her violin case as it is hung on her left shoulder. she watches her crowd disappear one by one, they offer her smiles and she gives them a replica of those smiles, tugged at her lips. that’s when she sees the female looking directly at her from a not-so-far distance.  uh - oh, having the eyes of a dove on yourself is not a good way to end a day, especially this one’s. -- woman’s face rings the danger bells ever so quickly inside the intangible villain’s brain. hatred sharp as a knife pierces her soul but there is no semblance of dislike or discomfort visible over her features. icy blue eyes averted, she looks at some other corner of the street. but when they fall back upon the woman she sees her coming closer.  one hand fixes the strap that hangs the violin case on her shoulder while her brows knit together slightly. voice calm and silvery, she parts her lips to speak. “ it looks like you are here for more but the show is over. ” a small smile makes its way to her face after judith finishes her sentence. 

@oblame

there’s nothing quite like running into the woman who almost killed you as you’re buying honey, of all things. and, by some stroke of luck, lyssa doesn’t remember her at all. there’s no spark of recognition, no raging murderess staring back at her — just a guileless, pleasant blonde. inviting the other to lunch isn’t the best idea cleo’s ever had, but it’s not the worst. she’s just curious. is this really the woman she had an unfortunate run-in years ago? or a truly uncanny doppelganger?

“ how do you feel about mexican? ” cleo asks, scrolling through recommended restaurants on her phone. “ or sushi? totally different things, but you know, always good to have options. ”

she meets lots of nice strangers while at work, -- violent ones too. but she focuses on the good parts, for her, that’s the easier way of living. when the other invites her for lunch, she doesn’t question. only gets a tad bit anxious as stepping out of her comfort zone always makes her feel that certain way.

        THE THREAT falls on deaf ears –– cassia is a skilled liar, and even if she weren’t, the idea of being the culprit of a broken coffee machine isn’t on her list of priorities. she wonders why it’s on harriet’s, but chalks it up to some sort of initiation-like hazing. the heroes really are more boring. dear judith was right about that. still, hierarchy is hierarchy – it’s not as though cassia can tell harriet she’s going to have to leap ten steps farther to truly test her. she’d rather take the baby pokes.

         “ PATIENCE, i have plenty. but pride is for people who put their ego before their logic. don’t count on me for that one. ” she’s not sure when she’s going to actually get the chance to do something uncannily heroic in this sort of climate, but she keeps the comment to herself and settles in her chair instead. stoic and unbothered, cassia’s face doesn’t give an inkling of sweat, nor a hint of disrespect. poise, maybe, but pissing off harriet isn’t a good idea, and she’s not oblivious to it. “ no, ma’am. anxiety is for the guilty. ” or weak.

" those are such wise words, cassia. i, surprisingly, admire them. ” lips pressed together, her expression is tailored to look as if she is touched by what she heard from the brunette. “ but then again, questions arise. it’s a scientist quirk. we ask way too many questions sometimes.  ” 

“you can say that again.” luna gives a wide smile, then nods her head reassuringly. “i’d always call you. you’d be the first person i’d call.” the blonde promises, laughter falls from her lips. “you in my book are. nobody else is as worthy of that title than you.” at the next question, a look of shock crosses her lightly freckled features. what was that next on her face, guilt? as soon as it was there it flickered back to her former look of confusion. eyebrows knitting. admittedly she hated lying about her alter ego to jude, not when it was such a huge part of her. and not when jude was family. “no. it’s never crossed my mind. you don’t think the heroes are helping? i don’t know i’ve ever heard your thoughts about the heroes and villains. is that really how you feel?”