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Post by Captain Admin on Jan 14, 2017 16:01:33 GMT
The various streets and districts that run along the sides of the Thames.
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Post by dbzbabe on Feb 2, 2017 23:52:35 GMT
The wind had carried the dispersed energy away from the Campus and down the River Thames. Eventually, enough of it was hovering over an abandoned warehouse that it began to take shape. A humanoid figure began to appear, the light was bright and blinding. The figure began to float down towards the ground, humming and vibrating when it did so. The energy continued to take shape as any of the other particles that had been dispersed over the city began to be drawn back in.
After a while, all the energy had regathered and the figure of white and yellow energy was complete. There, lying in front of an old forgotten part of London was Chris. Her golden hair sprawled across the floor and covered her face. Slowly, she opened her blue eyes, blinking frantically. She sat up and began to rub her forehead. She felt very dazed. Looking around in a panic she began to pat herself down finding herself clothed in her orange gi. She left out a sigh of relief as she stretched her arms out behind her to support her as she sat.
For a moment Chris just observed the water. She'd been trapped in the form of the Reaper for some time but had picked up a few tricks. The main one of course being the ability to reform herself though unlike Reaper she was able to return to a physical form rather than be an entity of energy. This was because she had originally been a physical being.
Chris leaned forward and sat cross-legged. She remembered everything. Even what had happened when she had been Reaper and been around the group as 'black Chris'. Horrible things had happened. First and foremost being poor Signe. Chris began to weep. She felt sorry for Signe and had tried her best to be there for her. She felt that Signe was a sweet girl and only needed more experience around people to be brought out of her shell a little. She, Signe and Aurora seemed like they were going to be the best of friends, something Chris had never really had. But all was now lost. She had failed Signe. She had failed them all. It was Reaper who had attacked Signe. No. Chris had attacked Signe.
Her mind now wandered to Olem. What was she to do about him? He had turned on her and tried to kill her but then had denounced the Redeemer. It was so messed up. Herbert knew though. He was the only one whom she could trust now. She couldn't go back to the others. How would she be able to explain it all to them? They wouldn't believe her, nor would they forgive her for nearly blowing up Signe. Aurora certainly wouldn't. No, she had to find Herbert.
Closing her eyes, Chris did what had become second nature to her by now and entered her meditated state. She did not feel any where near as powerful as she had done as Reaper, in fact she felt slightly weaker than before she even fought the Redeemer, but she was still able to cover a large enough area. Her body pulsed as a yellow aura cloaked her and the white orb of pure energy hovered in front of her face. She was searching. Concentrating as hard as she could. Her thoughts only of Herbert. There! But he was in the centre of London? Strange? Had he joined Olympus? There were other energy signatures that bared the marks of supers around him but she didn't know who they were. If he was at Olympus headquarters, she'd have to wait to see him. Chris couldn't risk being discovered by the authorities. Dispersing her aura she got up and wandered into the warehouse.
On the floor of the entrance was an old and dirty cream coloured mac-coat. The colour had been violently polluted by all the dirt and oil. But it would have to do. Chris threw it on and did up the buttons and tied the belt on the coat around her waist. She headed off into the city centre where she would wait for Herbert.
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Post by UraharaSteph on Feb 4, 2017 17:35:44 GMT
Aurora and Olem strolled through the quitter streets near the Thames at first as they approached it. Aurora had tried to keep her hand in his, enjoying the innocent contact. “So, how old are you? I realise I’m a bit slow with this question.” Aurora laughed.
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Post by Plague Doctor on Feb 4, 2017 17:40:31 GMT
Olem paused in thought for a few seconds. "I'm surprised you haven't asked" he laughed slightly "I'm 32"
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Post by UraharaSteph on Feb 4, 2017 17:46:42 GMT
Aurora smiled. “I knew there was quite a gap, but I didn’t know your exact age. I’m 21, if I haven’t mentioned it.” She squeezed his hand. “So, do you have a favourite colour? I’m guessing you like darker colours. Maybe green?” Aurora asked, curiously.
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Post by Plague Doctor on Feb 4, 2017 17:55:16 GMT
"Green is my favourite colour yes" he said, squeezing her hand in return. "What's yours? Pink?" he smirked slightly.
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Post by UraharaSteph on Feb 4, 2017 17:59:00 GMT
“How did you guess?” Aurora’s smile faltered as she suddenly had flashbacks of her meal with Signe. “It’s… It’s not actually. Blue is.” She said honestly. “A lot of people just think pink, so I go along with it.” She chuckled nervously. “But it’s blue. Always has been.”
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Post by Plague Doctor on Feb 4, 2017 18:00:56 GMT
"Blue's a good colour, doesn't usually go with green though" he said, thinking of art classes from decades ago. "Have you tried dying your hair blue? You might look cuter with it"
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Post by UraharaSteph on Feb 4, 2017 18:04:31 GMT
Aurora’s face heated up and she looked at Olem. “D-do you not like the pink?” Aurora dropped her gaze to the floor. “I… I tried blue out with the hairband. I wasn’t sure it suited me though. I can show you, if you want?”
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Post by Plague Doctor on Feb 4, 2017 18:06:54 GMT
"I like the pink, I'm just saying if you like blue then surely you should try it" he said, smiling warmly at her.
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Post by UraharaSteph on Feb 4, 2017 18:12:40 GMT
“Maybe…” Aurora muttered. “Anything is better than my natural hair colour after all.” She laughed and smiled up at Olem. She tried to step closer to him, moving her arm on the inside of his, hands still attached. Then her other hand rested on his arm. “So, you said you’ve never had a relationship before, but have you ever been in love or felt strongly about someone in the past?”
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Post by Plague Doctor on Feb 4, 2017 18:19:30 GMT
"I had a crush on a girl when I was in high school" Olem admitted "She was a bit odd. Slightly nerdy with tattoo's up her arms that weaved around each other like branches on a tree" he sighed "Last I saw of her was the school dance thing, before I left to join the army" He stared out over the docks, his eyes blank. With a shake of his head, he returned back to the present. "What about you?"
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Post by UraharaSteph on Feb 4, 2017 18:25:42 GMT
‘So he’s able to have crushes. Or at least he used to be able to.’ Aurora laughed. “I didn’t have you down for the type to be into nerdy, but tattoos? Yeah, I guess I could see that. As for me… no, you’re my first real crush. I used to have a school-girl crush on Captain Omega, but that was something I taught myself to have. Everyone else liked him, so that’s what I had to do too.”
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Post by Plague Doctor on Feb 4, 2017 18:30:57 GMT
"Contrary to what you may think, I was once fairly nerdy. Not as nerdy as most, but more than others" he smirked "I'm your first crush eh?" he pulled up his arms, pulling her closer to him. He leaned down so his head was by her ear "think I'll have to get you back for that one" he pulled his head away, his smirk still on his face. "Sometimes I swear you sound more psychopathic than I do"
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Post by UraharaSteph on Feb 4, 2017 18:41:44 GMT
“G-get me back for what?!” Aurora stammered as her face turned bright red. She shook her head and with a grin she couldn’t contain, she remained close to him. His next words sort of struck a chord in her. “Hey, Olem… do you ever feel like you might be a- um, do you-? Have you ever seen a psychiatrist before?” While she waited for his answer, she felt her phone buzz in her handbag. She broke away from him slightly to check the message, furrowing her brow in confusion. She tapped out a response to the unknown number.
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