To catch a Wolf. (Lustful Bride and GaC)
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				Title: <strong>To catch a Wolf. (Lustful Bride and GaC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>01-04-2016, 00:06:25</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/photo.goodreads.com/hostedimages/1421424742i/13374271._SX540_.jpg)</div><br>All was silent within <strong>SCP-2304</strong>’s containment cell, as it usually was. Unless she had music playing but for that to happen she had to ask permission first. She had made the mistake a few times of conjuring up something without thinking and ended up on the ground with the Security Team ensuring she wasn't trying to escape. It had been a difficult transition the first month in her cell. But after she got used to the four sterile white walls and the solid steel door, it wasn't that bad. It was just incredibly boring. With only a few books and only half an hour of exercise per week there wasn't that much to do. So most of her time was spent either sleeping or discreetly masturbating. With little mental stimulation she grew to enjoy and be eager for the doctor visits when they would examine her, scan her brain and ask to see her do something. Caroline (as she had been called before having a number assigned to her) was even allowed to go to a room with a sunroof if she behaved herself after her first year. Her behavior had been so exemplary that they even allowed her a pair of glasses. Even though they were the cheapest pair ever, and designed so as not to be used as a shiv or other weapon against anyone....but its the thought that counts.<br><br>For what it was, it could have been much worse. She saw how those other secret agents killed Ronald during her fight and then just as quickly tried to kill her. So even if her prison was boring, and she missed her parents, at the very least she was still alive and the staff didn't abuse her. Lately they had been visiting her more than usual, doing twice as many tests as before, and even a psyche evaluation. Caroline was worries about all this extra attention. She surmised that the foundation had learned all it could from her and was planning to see if they coiudl dissect her. Surely they wouldn't be planning to kill her...right? She may not have been a powerful reality bender, but she still had power and had given them no trouble. <br><br>She would get an answer on the foundation's goals when the doctors suddenly arrived. They pulled her out of her Cell, with a security escort, and took her to what looked like an interrogation room. If she had been scared before, she was downright petrified now, her face turning as pale as a ghost as she was seated down and handcuffed to a metal table. The Security officers waited directly behind her, weapons at a half ready stance, as in entered a man in a suit and a woman who was dressed slightly more casual. The man seemed disinterested in her as he took a seat at the other end of the table, his face a cold expressionless mask, but the other woman off to the side had a more venomous look in her eyes that Caroline actively avoided.<br><br>A quick glance from Caroline towards the other woman as she moved her gaze to the table let her see that &nbsp;her pistol in its holster (http://guiltyspark.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/Halo3-ODST_Automag-Pistol-02.gif) was proudly displayed on her side, as if the agent was daring Caroline to step out of line. From the look in the other woman’s eye Carol didn’t doubt that this new person ha no problem shooting her. And why would she? As far as everyone was concerned, Reality Benders were nothing more than monsters who abused their power to the extreme and left a body count in their wake. So far, Caroline’s body count was 1 and a half. (Since the GOC technically helped in killing the other bender so she gave them half of that one.)<br><br>She couldn’t believe how long it had been since that fateful day in Kentucky, where she was just working a dead end job as a cashier, letting people scream into her face all day when she ‘<em>got their order wrong’</em>, for low pay and just wanting to scrounge up enough to move out of her parents house. She had already developed her powers by then,&nbsp; but never really used them, especially not to harm anyone. Though that soon changed when two men approached her, and that fateful night turned her entire world upside down.<br><br>Shaking herself free from Memory lane, Caroline realized how uncomfortably silent it was and tried to fill the air with the most obvious question."W...why am I here? I haven't done anything wrong have I?" She said, looking between the man and the woman on the other end of the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To catch a Wolf. (Lustful Bride and GaC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>01-04-2016, 21:09:30</strong>
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				Life had been so simple five years ago for the woman called ‘Fortune.’ A SEAL often deployed into the field of subterfuge combat, Fortune was used to fighting against humans with all kinds of weaponry. Some had guns, some had knives, an explosive here or there, but all things that made sense and belonged in the world. On assignment to scuttle a fleet of boats belonging to a drug cartel in South America, Fortune and her team were subject to something quite out of this world. Out of any world, she had hoped. As it turned out, the drug cartel story had just been cover for the real operators, a group called The Church of the Broken God. Something monstrous had been in those ships, something that the Foundation managed to intercept and contain while she and her squad laid in a pile of bodies, bleeding out over each other. They recruited her there, gave her the option to take something to forget and walk away from it all, but how could she after what she had seen? How could she after those fuckers had taken her eye?<br><br>She was initially rolled into MTF Nu-7, Hammer Down, the battalion of the Foundation. The broad force often held dangers in the extreme, and she watched many of the other new recruits take the amnesiac way out. She held on, three years of fighting the largest forces, counteroperatives, and fucked up monsters that needed a full army force to suppress. From there, she transferred into the early stages of MTF Omega-7, Pandora’s Box, where she spent two years studying and preparing herself for the toughest assignment of her life—working with those monstrosities. <br><br>Fortune scored exceptionally well on all mental aptitude and resistance tests. She showed a slight ability to notice changes made by localized reality shifts, but not much more than a feeling of unease and unfamiliarity. It made her perfect for the pioneering program; an agent who could fight off mental invasion and who could tell when someone was really fucking with her. Reality Benders… The biggest of the big bads, as far as the Foundation was concerned. Sure there were a ton of terrible things outside of control, things that could become bad, but Reality Benders could snap their fingers and rewrite history without anyone being able to fight it. In more recent years, the Foundation’s resources for fighting such anomalies were stretched thin, requiring the activation of this task force. Simple cells of two individuals, one anomalous and the other exceptionally trained, deployed to disrupt or neutralize the greatest threat to baseline reality imaginable. In the interim of finding a partner, she picked up assignments with other existing cells, popping off the early stages of Benders before they could become threats.<br><br>Fortune wasn’t keen on the idea but she was a very loyal operative in the Foundation. She could improvise like no one else and never seemed to lose her cool even when everything was going wrong. Foundation doctors figured it was some mental damage caused by her first encounter, but lacking some of her natural fear response had worked out real well for her in this world of impossible threats. After years of prep, she was walking down the hall with one of her superiors, dressed in typical Foundation frontline agent wear. She was being taken into a room with her new partner, to be given their first assignment together, to see if they could actually work together. <br><br>“Runt” was the nickname given to 2304. Standard procedure usually kept pet names out of earshot of objects, but Runt was… Cooperative, allowed all kinds of leeway because of how unassuming she was. As far as the Benders were concerned, she was relatively benign. She could conjure up pretty much anything but lacked the creative foresight to be threatening with it. She could manipulate energy to a degree, the upper and lower limits established in the dossier, though she lacked the ability (or perhaps foresight) to remove energy which was a blessing for containment. There was also some kinetic ability and transferal power, but both seemed to be used with hesitation by 2304. Teleporting especially seemed to wreck the Bender, and she couldn’t get very far with it.<br><br>All in all, a very basic Bender for a new assignment. It made perfect sense for Fortune, someone she could probably eliminate easily if 2304 became uncooperative. That was noted in the assignment file: 2304 could be treated like any other Reality Bender if containment proved to be difficult, neutralization authorized at the Agent’s discretion. <br><br>They entered the room, silent. Her handler looked over the file as Fortune walked about the interrogation room, surprised by the Bender to say the least. She had seen a lot in her operations for the Foundation, but nothing so unassuming as 2304. The object broke silence first, which made the man slowly glance up at her. “SCP-2304,” He started, “Your exceptional behavior has garnered a proposal of reassignment from your project supervisor. Following deliberation, the reassignment was approved, and we are here today to explain the news,” He glanced over at Fortune, “And for you to meet Fortune, your new partner.”<br><br>At that, Fortune took a seat next to the Bender. Being on her left, Fortune couldn’t directly see Caroline, but that side of her senses had gotten stronger over time. She could hear the nervous breathing of the Bender, and knowing where her head was gave Fortune the knowledge of how to eliminate the problem immediately if Caroline tried anything. “Fortune already knows the basics so I’ll just address you for the moment. SCUP-2304, you are to be enrolled in Mobile Task Force Omega-7. This is a specialty program the Foundation is currently field testing for wider implementation. The goal of this program is to have small, independently functional cells of anomalous objects and normal handlers out in the field to neutralize sapient targets.” He paused, and Fortune turned her head to look at Caroline. Her eye narrowed slightly, further as the man continued, “To that end, your designation of SCP-2304 is temporarily lifted. Your real name will be used on record and in communication unless a different codename is to be assigned. Fortune,” Her head snapped to him, “You are to address her as Caroline. And get used to it.”<br><br>Fortune nodded and rotated her upper half to face Caroline. She held out a hand while saying, “Howdy, partner. Car-o-line…” She dragged out the name like it was an alien language, which made the man clear his throat. She rolled her eye, “Caroline.” Her head turned to the man, “Give me a break. I’ve been addressing everything with SCP designations for five years—we’re specifically taught not to give them names and you know that.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To catch a Wolf. (Lustful Bride and GaC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>02-04-2016, 07:46:51</strong>
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				Caroline listened to what the man said, doing her best all the while to not stare at the woman with an eyepatch over her eye. She could already hear her mother's voice telling her not to stare. Caroline had not been privy to much information while inside of her cell, but from what little she had gathered over 3 years, this was either a shady government group, or something like the MIB that worked on its own for the good of humanity. And that thougth made her happy to work for them. She carefully looked over at Fortune and tried to be friendly. "I guess I don't have to worry about being eaten if Fortune's on my side?" She said, trying to make it sound funny before just blushing and clearing her throat. <br><br>"Uh...nice codename....so...if I join this...Task Force....and fight other bad '<em>anomalies</em>' like I did back home...I can go outside?"She said, the smile on her face matching that of a prisoner being told they were being let out for good behavior. She nearly asked if they would let her see her family but she knew the answer was porbably no, so instead she sat upright and cleared her throat.<br><br>"You wont regret this. I don't care what you send me against, I will do the job. Where do I sign? She asked wholeheartedly, with a naivety in her eyes that was more like a new police officer thinking they could clean up the streets and make a real difference. <br><br>In Caroline's mind, this was to be the start of some grand adventure, she would be a heroine and save the world. Just like she did in Kentucky when the two reality benders of <em>'The Syndicate' </em>(Gosh what a dumb name) approached her while on her way home from work. That had been a night she remembered more clearly than anything else in her life. <br><br>They had conjured up a wall right infront of her, and called her by name. Once they were sure they had her attention, they laid their deal down before her. That they were collecting as many Reality benders as they could, for the sole purpose of taking over the world and forcing mankind to worship benders as gods. <br><br>Naturally, they weren't very pleased when Caroline told them she had no interest in joining their little cult of power. They gave her a final warning, that if she didn't join them then she was nothing better than the maggots she spent her time with and would only die by their hands. <br>The only thing that had come to her mind when hearing the declaration from the others was sadly not as amazing as it sounded in her mind. She had been so nervous that she stuttered out. <br><br><em>“O…only a Sith deals in ab..absolutes. I will do what I must.” </em>And the instant those words slipped past her lips, she regretted them. Not because she was standing up to two walking gods, but because the line wasn’t as cool as she wanted it to be. After that the fight had been nothing but a blur of constant movement and desperation as she conjured up rocks and knives to throw at her attackers while trying to avoid anything they did. She still felt sore to this day in her left ankle, from where the ground had suddenly turned into a bear trap and kept her pinned. She counted the fact that she survived as nothing more than a miracle. <br><br>By all intents and purposes, her encounter with two far more powerful reality benders should have ended in an extremely painful demise. But she not only survived, but personally killed a bender far above her level. Sometimes when she closed her eyes she could still see the terrified look of the smug older man of he pair who told her that Humans were meant to be playthings. The fear on his face as she dropped the cinderblock on him nearly sent shivers up her spine. It felt wonderful to know she did the world justice, no one with that abusive desire for power should be suffered to live.<br><br>With great power came great responsibility. And if some weren’t going to use it responsibly, then perhaps they shouldn’t be allowed such power. The memory had her smiling all the while as she was further explained her positon. That Agent Fortune could at any moment give her an order and she had to obey. If she took hostile action against her Handler then she was deemed a hostile and could be killed, if her Handler was dead then other agents would deal with Caroline, etc etc. Nothing really caught her by surprise, except that she would be assigned clothing after a visit to the labs. <br><br>'If I could ask for one thing though? I...I would like my Number tattooed onto me....incase something happens, so that you can identify me...because I still want to be buried...after you do all your research stuff on my body you know? I just want a proper burial." She said, with a blush as she felt almost like an idiot after being given such a thing. She worried they might just tell her to just conjure the tattoo on herself. She was far too afraid of using her powers on her own body after accidentally killing a mouse when she tried to change it to a cat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To catch a Wolf. (Lustful Bride and GaC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>02-04-2016, 09:26:03</strong>
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				At the pun, Fortune just gently put her face into her hand. This was the kind of person she was stuck working with? The woman looked completely unprepared for such an assignment. She knew that she had helped in the takedown of two other Benders, but that had to be complete luck, right? There was no way this… Goofball could have managed without the firepower to back her up. Maybe that was the point. She was at least a “safe” Bender. <br><br>The man chuckled a bit at the comments that Caroline made. “You’ll be outside, sure, but Fortune here will be keeping you on track and working towards the goal. As to your signing, well, you should have figured by now—you’re an SCP object. Assignment is compulsory unless you’d like to be processed at the end of the month instead.” At the request, the Agent blinked blankly and Fortune turned again to look at this curious Bender. “Uh, I’ll note it here but there’s little reason to use such distinctive markings. We’ve got a tech option, Fortune?” <br><br>She stood up suddenly and clasped her hands around Caroline’s neck, although it didn’t come with the pressure of her choking Caroline out. Instead, just a little extra weight, a smooth black band around Caroline’s neck. “Portable tracking, reality anchor, and execution module,” He said, “The tech in there is programmed with circular charges should you attempt to remove it, Fortune activates it, or one of our satellites sends a kill code. We’ll know where you are at any moment, and it’s going to keep you from teleporting anywhere or otherwise shifting out of this reality.” <br><br>Fortune sat back down as they were passed two copies of the same file, flipping her copy open to the first page of general information and photograph of their first assignment. “Hector Asconte, Mexican nationalist and Bender in training. Local Foundation cells noted discrepancies in his section of the city, notably a very, very sudden rise in disappearing women. Tracking methods always lose contact with Mr. Asconte and any female companions within an hour of any… Romantic movements. Regardless of marital status, many can been seen flaunting themselves freely over him. The behavior is naturally inconsistent with even the most charismatic individual, and given that our teams always seem to lose him until he pops up for a meal, we’re assuming the worst.”<br><br>Fortune turned over the pages and seemed to be reading very quickly, closing the file once she was done and passing it back to the Agent. “You leave as soon as you’re geared up and ready. Caroline, any questions?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To catch a Wolf. (Lustful Bride and GaC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 15:33:39</strong>
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				Caroline nodded her head with every third word of the agent, occasionally throwing a glance over to 'Fortune' (which she thought was a rather unlucky name for an Agent) to be sure she was still there and not about to strangle her. It saddened the girl slightly that they considered her more of a weapon than a Human being. But then again, when you could literally pull people's spines out through their asses...it was difficult to not begin thinking of yourself as such. <br><br>"Its fine I don't need it if its too much trouble." She responded in regards to their own surprise of her asking for a tattoo. She couldn't believe she had asked for something like that, she was nowhere near hard enough to go through the process. Just as soon as the man said 'Fortune', Caroline had turned slightly to look at her, only to see that the woman was gone and then feeling the collar around her neck. The loud metallic clinking of the device shutting closed rang in her ears as she felt the device tighten around her neck. <br><br>Her face lost its coloration as soon as they told her that it would explode if she so much as sneezed the wrong way. This hammered the point in now that she was a tool to be used by the SCP Foundation, not some lucky parolee who was being let out for good behavior. She managed to have enough room to swallow and nodded vehemently with what was said. She was thankful that she had urinated before hand in her cell or else she might have wet herself in ear. <br><br>She didn't dare look at anyone else by that point and instead focused on the file. Memorizing faces, names, dates. This was her first mission and time outside since her capture. She couldn't screw this up, not now...not now...<br><br>"I'm ready to go when you are." She said, originally wanting to ask if they should bring Hector in dead or alive, but knew that if it was a bender, he wouidlnt want to be captured.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To catch a Wolf. (Lustful Bride and GaC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 22:27:14</strong>
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				Fortune rose up from her chair without another word with the Agent concluding the meeting. “Fortune,” The Agent said as she stood up, “The helicopter will take you off site to the flight strip and then you’re on a few hours of flight. After that you’re on your own, you’ve got all the information we have. I’d like to remind you that while our primary goals are to contain, you have full discretion here. Be careful.”<br><br>She gave him a little smirk, tapping the patch over her eye socket. She didn’t say another word as she walked out, leaving the Agent to sort the two files back into order and for Runt to catch up. She moved a bit slower than she normally would—no doubt the ex-object would be marveling at the chance to walk around freely, much less through halls of contained Safe objects in the humanoid wing. Fortune would be happy to give her a sharp whistle if she got distracted. “I’ve read your file too,” Fortune suddenly spoke up, swiping her ID at a hefty magnetic locking door. It slid open to an airlock, with four armed guards in each corner and a few cameras. Once they were in the door, the four men worked over the pair with surprising scrutiny. <br><br>Fortune spoke as if nothing was happening, “I need to get something straight with you. You participated in neutralizing two others who were trying to recruit you… Reports described it as self-defense.” She paused, “Do you have what it takes to do it again?” They were cleared, she walked through the slowly opening door, through a small reception area and between a few filing cabinets to a helipad where a nondescript black chopper was waiting, rotor spinning. She had to yell now, “I’d ask what it was like, but I’ve got a pretty good idea.” <br><br>The flight was short, less than half an hour, and then they were on their own small, private plane, quite a plush comfort (http://i.imgur.com/AQb5rLy.jpg) for two passengers. Again, nondescript, no markings on the outside, no indication there was even a pilot other than the indicator lights appearing to buckle up before take-off. It was here that she produced a duffle bag for herself from under the seat, motioning to one under Caroline’s seat as well. “Standard issue recon gear. Few days’ worth of food and water rations, emergency transponder—I want to stress that emergency part to you, do not turn that thing on unless we’re looking at a situation that requires some heavy firepower to handle or if we’re utterly screwed—tents, basic tools for seeing and hearing things far, far away.” <br><br>She leaned back in the swanky chair, feeling the acceleration of the plane and the gradual ascent into the air. “Must be fun for you, finally being out of there.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To catch a Wolf. (Lustful Bride and GaC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>21-04-2016, 15:14:39</strong>
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				Carol had to speed walk in order to keep up the pace with Fortune, she hadn't been all that athletic before hand. But after her incarceration she needed to put more effort into everything. She also didn't want to get too far from Fortune, in case she might be mistaken for trying to escape. Even though the collar on her neck wasn't chained to anything, she felt like she was leashed right to Fortune's side. The brisk walk from the room to the helicopter pad was thankfully shorter than Carol had expected. <br><br>The reality bender took a moment to consider what to say when Fortune asked her if she had what it took to kill another Bender. She honestly didn't know, but she <em>had</em> to be ready either way. So she simply nodded at Fortune and took her seat on the helicopter. Carol wouldn't admit it, but she hated flying. No, hate was a strong word, she was afraid of flying really. Her hands had a death grip upon her seat and she almost seemed to be staring through Fortune, trying and failing to astral project herself somewhere else. The moment they touched down Caroline nearly kissed the ground in joy, only to see they had yet another plane to take. <br><br>At this point it was obvious that the universe hated her, but she soldiered on. When she joined Fortune in the plane she was quick to strap herself in. It was somewhat surprising that after so much Spartan Uniformity everywhere else, that the plane would be surprisingly comfortable. That still didn't help at all with her fear of flying. So the entire ride she held onto the duffle bag for dear life, like it was a giant safety teddy bear that would protect her from all things.<br><br>"I wouldn't say fun." She began, using her hand to close the blinds on the window next to her seat. "More, liberating. Its like being tied up for months and then one day finally getting to move and stretch out." &nbsp;Her smile had finally returned and seemed to be happy to say upon her face. <br><br>"Are you...comfortable working with...someone like me?" Caroline opened up, not really wasting time and getting down to the real details. At the same time she was also working up how to deal with her target, she could conjure up a cinder block and drop it on his head...or make it rain sharpened rebar sticks on him, or maybe just have a rabbid honeybadger suddenly find itself in his pants. So many options she could choose from...
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				Title: <strong>Re: To catch a Wolf. (Lustful Bride and GaC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>22-04-2016, 04:41:36</strong>
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				Fortune noticed the anxiety that the bender was feeling. Not that there was a way around a fear of heights on this one, but she did her new partner a small kindness by closing the blind on her side of the plane as well. She nodded as Carol explained her feelings on being loose, thinking back to when she herself had been strapped down to a hospital bed after her own bender experience. A twinge shot through her patched eye and caused her to lightly touch the front of it, a strange and confused looking expression on her face for a moment before she settled back in. She had nothing more to add to her question, but heard Carol ask a very important question.<br><br>“No,” She started, bluntly. She let out a long sigh and motioned her hand through the air aimlessly, “Look it’s not your fault. I’ve had bad experiences with objects in the past, before I became a part of the Foundation. Lost my eye to say the least of what happened…” She stopped herself. She didn’t need to be opening up to the Object like this. Regardless of their assignment status, regardless of the plump, unassuming form, regardless of the spotless containment record save a few early conjuring violations, this was still a reality bender. A major threat, dangerous if she let her guard down. <br><br>“Point is,” She started again, “Being a regular human in this fucked up world is really tough. Reality benders by definition can change everything I know like that,” She snapped her fingers. “Did you know that Bender containment has only recently been something the Foundation engaged in? Unless they were harmless, comatose, or their deaths would result in a restructuring event, common practice was to put a bullet between their eyes before they knew what hit them…” She paused again, thinking long and hard, about something. <br><br>“Do you have any kind of sense of other benders? Our files aren’t clear about how the two men even located you, back when you had the skirmish. It’d be a blessing and a curse in this case… We’d be able to figure out where he was, but he might know something was up…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To catch a Wolf. (Lustful Bride and GaC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>26-04-2016, 15:25:03</strong>
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				Caroline tried not to look too ashamed as Fortune expressed her feelings regarding Benders like her. That she found them a thread, dangerous, they were a threat to everyone. And she was more than right. If the syndicate Benders were any indications, those with powers like hers were in general just as villainous and abused their powers for personal gain. It was interesting seeing the tough woman from before letting her armor down for a moment, and being frank with Caroline. It made her more Human and less frightening. Carol could only nod in response to Fortune's truth. She wasn't a monster, and she as going to prove it, <br><br>The next question made Caroline stop for a moment to consider it. She opened her mouth once to say something, then shut it, before talking again. "No I don't have a Spidey sense for other benders. I didn't even know there were others. I always thought I was some weird mistake of the universe, until those guys tried to get me into the '<em>Syndicate'</em>" She said, making air quotes and saying the name with a noticeable distaste. <br><br>"Or maybe I do? I don't know, I never tried anything until recently, I guess just a bit of searching will prove one way or the other." She said with a shrug, unsure exactly how to explain it. It was like trying to explain how she used her powers. she just <em>did</em>. <br><br>For a moment she coughed, clearing her throat and adjusted herself in her seat, trying to deal with the awkward silence that seemed to follow. She couldn't think of what to say, it was hard to be a conversationalist after so much isolation. Raising her eye she looked at Fortune's own missing eye and then suddenly away. <br><br>"So, I guess there's no chance of convincing mr...uhh whatever that he should just turn himself in?" She said, fighting off a blush as she realized she had completely forgotten the name for the person they were hunting, and telling herself that it didn't matter, she just had to get it done, not know what the man had for breakfast.<br><br>Down below them the Earth moved as the plane took them towards their intended destination with little effort. It wouldn't be long before they arrived, and then the mission would begin in earnest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To catch a Wolf. (Lustful Bride and GaC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>28-04-2016, 00:31:09</strong>
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				“If you don’t then we do it the old fashioned way,” She pulled on a lever to the side of her seat; it nearly flattened out as the recliner front pushed her legs up. “Good ol’ nose to the grindstone in a shitpile. Too bad neither of us can pose as a possible target for him,” She motioned to herself, “Much too grizzled. Damaged goods,” Then to Caroline, “Shy, pulled back. Asconte likes the college vacationing, Girls-Gone-Wild types who think they’re hot shit because they flash their tits.” She seemed to be ignoring the fact that Caroline couldn’t recall his name. It was her first outing from the facility after all, no reason to get that judgmental until Caroline screwed something up big. A long, exhausted sounding sigh came out with flared nostrils. Her eye fluttered shut and for one brief moment it looked like she might actually be a resting, human being. <br><br>She didn’t really have to worry about the bender doing anything in the plane. Killing Fortune would accomplish nothing and destroying the plane would put her straight into the ground. She couldn’t teleport away because of the neckpiece. It was quiet for a long while, other than the noise of the engines. Then the clunk of landing gear being deployed, the thump of a plane landing, and the rapid deceleration until they were stopped in place. Fortune was up with her bag over her shoulder as the door automatically slid open, a ladder deployed. On the tarmac they were quite alone, a nondescript jeep waiting at the foot of the steps with the keys in the ignition. The Foundation played it mysterious, that was for sure. Fortune threw her bag up into the back and waited for Caroline before racing off down a few back roads, dreads fluttering in the breeze.<br><br>It was hot, almost oppressively so even with the blast of air going sixty miles an hour behind them. Fortune was already glistening from the sweat. “Our best bet is going to be setting up nearby. We’ve got to find a space overlooking his favorite bar. As long as he doesn’t have spidey sense we should be good. Then we just wait…” She drove the car from side roads onto mains, through traffic stuck bumper to bumper, never once looking nervous as people in the bustling city meandered around. It was a very different world there. At least Fortune had her cool. She was looking for something and passed on the same street a few times before pulling into a back alley next to a tall, abandoned looking building. She positioned the car just between some dumpsters so it wouldn’t be obvious. She walked over to a wooden door and without much effort, kicked it in. <br><br>The place was dingey, a production mill of some kind abandoned for ages. Rusty metal stairs went further up to a set of windows on a higher platform, all of it overlooking cobweb-locked machines. She glanced around the upper platform after carefully walking up the dilapidated metal. “Lovely,” She groaned, “But it’s right what I want.” <br>
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