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</div><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:green">NAME: Chris Warner</span></span><br/><b>Alias: </b>Cabal Green<br/><b>Current Persona: </b>Chris<br/><b>Age: </b>35<br/><b>Location: </b>Training Room<br/><b>Wearing: </b>See Picture<br/><b>Mood Music:</b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DEAp6M8Ln4Ug&amp;hash=daf0ede70fd7489e870af1617bdbae6e" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAp6M8Ln4Ug" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Don't Get In My Way</a><br/><b>Tagging: </b>Addy (<a class="username" data-user-id="6055" data-username="Dragongoddess" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6055/">Dragongoddess</a>), Tristan (<a class="username" data-user-id="11190" data-username="Teddy Naj" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/11190/">Teddy Naj</a>)<br/><b>Mentioning:</b>None<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Chris listened carefully to every word Addy spoke. His sapphire eyes flicked across scarlet lips, green eyes, softly blushing cheeks, slender fingers... In the depths of Chris' heart, where all his instincts lie, combat was a very real threat now, and against Addy, anything she did could be crippling, if not lethal. 24 seconds if she targeted his brain, 90 seconds if it was his internal organs, 97 for blood, 240 for his lungs if he could get in a good breath first, 780 for his heart if he could last through the pain of a vine piercing his ribcage to pump his heart manually. He felt his pulse against his chest, his heart screaming as adrenaline flowed.<br/><br/>Then at last, Chris heard Addy shout out<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"You were our brother, Chris! I loved you!"</span>. The words rang in his ears for a moment, then he heard himself laughing. It wasn't his usual gentle chuckles, nor his laugh that sent him into coughing fits when his siblings told truly amusing jokes. It was a laugh born from rage that surpassed rage and fell into amusement. The sort of laugh a villain would have when the heroes finally break through their plans, but there's one last trick up the villain's sleeve and they're just monologuing away with victory assured.<br/><br/>"No, Adz...<i>You're</i>Anakin in this situation. Letting me talk myself in circles, doubt your actions, trust you at the very end and let you slip beyond recovery." Chris replied when he stopped laughing. He appreciated the reference to one of his favorite movies, but it had only served to agitate Chris in the end.<br/><br/>"Let's work this out together, and you'll see why I picked you first.<br/><br/>Terry's a cop, the perfect alibi to hide a murder, and came home alone like I did that night. But Terry's little more than a regular human. She's easy to kill if she's the murderer.<br/><br/>Kenji's powers might explain his escape, but he's cautious and a survivor. He would've been in a different country that same night, not giving you a ride back to the crime scene.<br/><br/>Iris and Emmy were raised by Mother their whole lives. It'd be pretty hard to kill your own parent when they display that level of care to you, even with how harsh Mother could be at times.<br/><br/>Alissa could have done it with another body perhaps, or possessing someone. But as far as I've seen, she doesn't like being in our bodies much, and I doubt it's any more pleasant to inhibit a normal's body." Chris went on, using the slur for regular humans that Mother had always chastised him for saying.<br/><br/>"Which leaves the people capable of the crime... Tristan could manage it. His alibi is weakened by being alone with Alissa, who'd cover him in a heartbeat. But Tristan also knows how dangerous you and I are, and how we feel about betrayal.<br/><br/>Idris could do it perhaps. She knows how to work a gun, and using one of mine could frame me pretty well. Her powers could explain the flash of light on the camera. But if she was going to kill Mother, would she really do it in front of Emmy?<br/><br/>Then there's me. I wouldn't use a gun, too much noise, and everyone in this house thinks of me automatically when guns are mentioned. And sure, I argued with Mother a lot, but I<i>did</i>respect her. If, and only<i>if, </i>I was going to kill her, it would be over years and years of poisoning. It'd also make it easy to kill everyone else here, since I could just poison the fruits and veggies in our meals. Or, I'd kill everyone all at once in the Ops Room. Out of everyone, Alissa, Tristan, Kenji, and I have the fastest activation speeds for our powers. All three of them need to be in melee range to hurt me effectively, and the rest of the team would have to be able to focus fast enough to stop an ambush like that. I could have killed all of you from the moment I started living here full time, at basically any moment I picked. But nobody ever posed a threat to each other, so there was no need to kill anyone." He continued, fleshing out every paranoid thought he had had since living the manor.<br/><br/>"Which leaves you Adz. A gun is the exact opposite of your power. It could frame me, or Terry or Idris if you wanted to. You're also the one of us most suited to stopping me. It's part of why I trained you so much. If I flipped, if I was possessed and turned into an enemy... Blackmailed by some force stronger than my powers... I needed you to be able to stop me, if not with words, with your power. When you took to combat and your powers so well, I knew I didn't have to try forcing that role on you. You naturally had the skills, the drive, and the perfect power to counter mine. To conquer me if need be. If you knew you could kill me when you wanted, maybe after I killed everyone else in rage or frustration... it's possible you could have killed Mother as a catalyst to that end.<br/><br/>And once again, you have me standing here trusting you completely in a few sentences, then making me doubt myself with just a couple more words. I know you don't mean it Addy, but you've got a genuine skill for playing with my head, and it's only gotten better over the years. Which only makes me more worried... At worst, I have less than 90 seconds to stop you from killing me too. I can probably do it in that time frame... Can you?"<br/><br/>Chris was just starting to armor up when Tristan entered the room, and had he not been in the process of preparing for combat, Tristan's fist would have shattered his jaw and sent him to spend at least a couple days in dreamland.  Chris felt fatigue set in, as Addy's power radiated through his body. At least she didn't kill him outright. And being crippled physically didn't affect the better half of his fighting prowess, just made it harder to take blows from Tristan if he rushed the old soldier. Then he felt his feet lift off the ground, then his head ping off the ceiling, followed closely by a heavy thud by the door as Chris landed flat on his back. Sure, his armor had kept him alive, but the battering left him hurting already and it took the soldier a good few moments to remember how to breathe, let alone make it back to his feet.