<div class="floatright">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/pestilence2.jpg)</div><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Solara Judy<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Pestilence<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Apocalypse<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Exposition Park Rose Garden<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>         Open<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">     She could overhear the two young ladies as they made their way into the science center - bringing forth their newest test subjects. Pestilence's back was towards the door and she was reviewing a document a nearby scientist had handed her with trembling hands - he was still just human... but too valuable to kill... Yet. However, if the results on the document weren't to her liking, his worth just might suffer enough for her to add him to the collection her young apprentices were rounding up.<br/><br/>     Hurt and Harm were the absolute perfect pair of super-humans for Pestilence's primary task - which was finding new test subjects for modified versions of the Judgement Serum. Their powers were truly fitting for the assignment - even though their maturity level had quite a ways to go. She just grumbled near-silently to herself as she heard their young and higher-pitched voices rant on about something that sounded like it was from High School Musical. It irritated her because it was stupid, and pointless... but then all young adults thought that way. It reminded her of herself at that age - how completely foolish and superficial. <br/><br/>     Pestilence was nearly a century old now - though her gifted-youth, courtesy of Apocalypse, would make that impossible to guess. She had a wealth of experience, and she had grown so much over the years - she was several decades beyond Hurt and Harms understanding, but she understood them. She knew they were a liability to some extent. Currently their value made it worth the risk - so long as "he" didn't come back looking for them. Pestilence was wise beyond her years and she could tell from the way Haley and Harmony hinged on their twisted sense of "family" that they would never be able to bring Marcus down if they encountered him in the field. Still, she played her part, her voice picking up a wonderfully pleasant tone,<strong> "Ahh, my darling daughters. What exquisite gift have you brought your dearest mother today?"</strong><br/><br/>     Solara only looked about ten years older than them, but they hadn't really seemed to notice. Ever since they had adapted to the Judgement Serum, they had seemed to take on a deluded perception of the world - so the age of their so called "mother" was a trivial thing at best. At that moment, the Lady Plague turned about to face the two young understudies, her mouth curved up in a pleasant smile. <strong>"Shall we welcome him into the family?"</strong> she said, her mind excited about the outcome of her latest concoction. She reached over to another scientist that had just entered the room and grasped the syringe filled with glowing aqua-blue liquid that he had been holding. <strong>"I hope he survives as well, he is rather handsome."</strong> she added, playing on with their earlier side-comments.</div>