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It all started when a crystal dropped into existence, punched a hole in time and space and landed into the lap of one the most insane men to ever walk the Earth.
At first, the clown didn't know what he had been gifted with, stuck in his cell in Arkham, staring at the reddish purple crystal laying innocently on the dirty stone floor.
And then the voices started, telling him of another universe, talking of power and chaos beyond what he could have ever dreamed.
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LET THEM KNOW WE
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a marvel/dc roleplay
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Do you fear death?
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Post by Hela on Oct 20, 2012 0:09:28 GMT -5
A tall woman, and tall might be an understatement, stepped through the portal Nightsword cut through the dimensions. Her booted feet stepped forward out onto the gravel of the rooftop. A slow smile spread across her lips. Bright, otherworldly eyes peered down at the busy streets below. They smelled rancid. Unclean. Full of death, and Hela felt right at home. One deep breath later, "So this is what freedom smells like." Her voice had a low quality to it, gravely from disuse. With slow and concise steps she moved to the edge of the building and her eyes explored another angle the city had to offer. Hela eased herself up onto the roof's edge and rather non-nonchalantly dropped down into the alleyway between the buildings.
With a start, a homeless man pushed himself up from his slumber. His jaw suddenly hung slack, just staring at the seven foot tall woman who fell from the sky. "You there, mortal," Her voice boomed, "Tell me, where am I? And do not attempt to lie to me, I will know. My father is the king of lies." The man though, just continued to stare at her, a feeling of absolute hoplessness washing over his face. Just looking at her struck a primal fear somewhere deep in his soul. She stood though, with a facade of patience. It grew thin though. Slowly, her eyes narrowed to slits and her full lips thinned. Her hands darted out and grabbed him about the shoulders, her grip alone threatening to shatter his body. "I will not request this of you again, mortal." She warned.
Finally, a trembling whimper escaped from the homeless man's lips, "G---Gotham Ci---City."
"There, was that so difficult?" A wicked smirk returned to her lips. She could feel the Asgardian magic floating on the air. She could taste the sharp remains of her father in the air. He had been here, or was here. She wasn't familiar enough with his presence anymore. Last time she had seen him, she was just a child. Stepping toward the exit of the alley, her clothing began to morph.
The fantastical Asgardian clothing began to writhe on her frame. Her flowing cloak shifted into an emerald green scarf around her throat. The heavy black and greened copper skirt shifted into a pair of smart black business style slacks. Heeled boots wrapping around her feet. her open chested black bodice didn't change at all, but a black blazer covered her arms. One more thing, an illusion to cover the mask on on the left side of her face. "I wonder if this city is prepared for me... I doubt it."
She eased down one of the sketchier parts of Gotham's dark streets. Hela feared nothing. She knew not of fear, and little of happiness. All she knew was she was free. This was what freedom felt like. She felt... powerful and uninhibited. Other than some of the Asgardians, who on this mortal world could stop her. Under her weight she could feel the ground tremble, even it feared her. With a smile, her hand drifted over a short shrub and it withered and died. "So delicate." Then a sound caught her attention. Threatening sounds.
A quiet disconcerting humming coming from her throat as she walked toward the sounds of arguing. It was instinct for the maiden of death, they would die soon, by her hand or not. Should she claim their souls? This wasn't exactly her jurisdiction but the souls of Helheim would enjoy being cruel to some new mortals from this world. It was tempting. At least to go and watch, see what sort of violence this mortal plane was capable of. Hela turned the corner, getting closer to the voices. Her curiosity was peaking.
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Falcone Crime Boss
When god is gone and the Devil takes hold who'll have mercy on your soul?
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Post by Dominique Falcone on Oct 23, 2012 18:11:40 GMT -5
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"I dunno, I gots a feelin' she's double crossin us, eh Joey?"
"Yeah, ya know, I was just about to say the same thing." Joey spoke.
Dom stared at the men as she stood against the wall, the bodies of two men that had accompanied her were bleeding out into the drain.
"You just sayin' that because I'm a woman, that's sexist you know. I'm better than you both at what I do an--" She was interrupted by a backhand to her face. Dom's eyes were a bit wide as she kept her head to the side for a moment, she felt the metallic taste of her blood leaking into her mouth. These motherfuckers had the nerve to hit her. She pooled the blood in her mouth and spit it out at their feet. Her brows were furrowed in anger, rage bubbled within her though she attempted to keep the dread from filling her entire being.
"That's enough, bitch." Roberto spoke as his eyes looked up and down her body. Dom's lips went full on sneer. Those eyes were like those of a hungry wolf. There wasn't a thing she could do.
She watched helplessly as Joey dug through her purse. Cellphone, he threw it to the ground and stomped it until he was sure it wouldn't work. The glock she kept in her purse at all times. She watched as he removed the clip from the gun and tossed them away with major distance between the trio. Rage filled eyes looked at them both as they laughed and pulled the money from her bag as well.
"Ya know, she's got quite a smart mouth, Joey," He said as lust filled eyes moved from Dom to his partner then back upon the mob princess. Her throat was dry as she swallowed hard, her back was now pressed against the wall. She could throw a decent punch but she was practically defenseless against two men.
"Yeah she does, guess we should so somethin' about it, huh?" Came the reply as the bag was dropped on the ground forgotten.
"If you so much as touch me," She began.
"What? Ain't no one comin' to your rescue princess." As Joey took a step forward Dom sent out a right hook which connected with his jaw. She turned and started to run before the back of her jacket was grabbed and she was flung against the wall. She let out a loud scream before her mouth was punched once again, her lip split in half. She heard the sound of a zipper and hot tears stung her eyes. She thrashed a bit, even slammed the back of her head against Roberto's nose. She stumbled as he released her only to have her arm yanked back.
"On your knees, whore!"
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Post by Hela on Oct 23, 2012 20:47:19 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] Hela [style=width:450; height:300; padding:25; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white; overflow:auto] Hela was familiar with the smell of blood, she had learned it at a very young age from collecting souls on battlefields. This was a different situation entirely. A woman, mortal or not was being harmed and something about this stirred an anger in her soul. How dare these men treat her like she was some common trash. The giantess did not know much about the quality of beauty among these mortals, but based on a large, lit picture that loomed overhead, the woman being struck was a beauty. For a long moment, Hela only stood, waiting to see, maybe they would decide to be smart and back off. She felt the weight of Nightsword on her hip and realized she was no longer concealed.
Again, Hela stood, half masked in unmistakeable Asgardian clothing. Her black top was more of a bustier than any sort of actual armor. Flowing from her hips was a black skirt with a heavy border at the bottom in a greened copper color that matched her mask. The eye on the right side remained that brilliant green while the one on the left, the side with the mask, was a dull grey with a pale blue glaze to it. Her hair fell down her back in an angry burst from the braid it had tied itself into. Finally, the scarf fell past her shoulders, morphing into a long, fantastic, emerald green cloak.
Her heeled boots snapped on the ground as she moved with purpose toward the men trying to force the woman to her knees. "Desist. I need to speak with the woman." Her voice was low, gravely and unique. The sense of the magic had brought her to the brunette woman whose nose and mouth was now bleeding. She moved forward, still toward the edge of the alley. That distance away, she didn't look all that big.
"Keep on walkin' sweetheart, unless you wanna be on the ground next." The one named Roberto said with a grin. Joey smirked, nodding in agreement to his friend.
Joey's jaw slacked a bit though when he saw the woman's hand strike the building next to her, shaking the foundation. "U----uhm, Roberto?" He asked, his voice dropping a bit.
Hela was already halfway down the alley by the time Roberto acknowledged the threat. His hand quickly reached to the back of his pants, pulling out a pistol. He leveled it at Hela who continued forward. A shot rang out and Hela wavered, then disappeared. She appeared a bit ahead of where she was, grabbing Roberto by the throat and lifting him up off the ground and up into the air. He stood only about six feet, Hela stood over a foot taller than him in the heels she wore. She held him easily with one hand. "You are a fool to ignore me, mortal. Do you fear death?"
The life was choking out of Roberto when Joey jumped on her back. "You cannot all be this idiotic." After a moment she grabbed Joey on the face and pressed him against the wall, "NOW I ASK YOU AGAIN! Do you. Fear. Death?" The two goons exchanged a look and shook their heads. "Wrong answer." In a moment the two aged, ten years, twenty years, fifty years, one hundred years... Then... Dust. All in a matter of seconds. "Are you well?" She asked Dom sharply as she rested on the ground. |
[/color] [/div][/style] Oh I... I want to go back to Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all Tags: Dom Outfit: Described Muse: Nightwish Word Count: 595Lyrics: Fields of Innocence -- Evanesence Table Layout By BRY, 2012 [/td][/tr][/table]
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Falcone Crime Boss
When god is gone and the Devil takes hold who'll have mercy on your soul?
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Post by Dominique Falcone on Oct 24, 2012 2:00:04 GMT -5
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Her jaw was clenched as she squirmed against him with all her might. She refused to be defiled, she refused to accept the reality that had decided to slap itself in her face. Dominique was a helpless woman when it boiled down to it and it was a fact she often ignored. She surrounded herself with loyal men who were able to take care of themselves and her. Malaki, Bane, perhaps Loki in this situation. The two that were with her were caught off guard when they first exited the building with knives to the jugular, a surprise attack.
"No! Get off! I have people that will destroy you do you hear- no!" She yelled out as Joey grabbed her right breast forcibly. Dom yanked away viciously as she brought her knee up to his thigh. Joey staggered as Roberto shoved her against the wall once more as her head smacked the hard brick. She blinked for a moment, stars danced in front of her eyes though as she felt a hand shove her to the ground the mobster realized she was still in the same spot, same event.
"Desist. I need to speak with the woman." Her head snatched up to see a woman in the distance, bloody lips parted as she stared at her in wonder. Her savior. But what could she do, it'd be one on one as far as she knew.
"Please, get help," She begged, her voice strained with tears, with fear. She had yet to catch on to her manner of speech. The tears that coated her eyes prevented her from seeing what she looked like but currently she didn't care, she just wanted help. She hoped the woman wouldn't be handled in the same way as she.
"Keep on walkin' sweetheart, unless you wanna be on the ground next." Her eyes were practically pleading. Her hand shot out of the darkness and against the building, rumble of the moving bricks and concrete grinded in their ears. "U----uhm, Roberto?" He was too busy unbuttoning his pants while trying to subdue a resisting Dom.
Joey had moved next to Dom, who was upon the dirty ground of Gotham, her blood had leaked down upon her white jacket. Roberto reached for the gun in his waist ban and as he raised it upon the approaching woman Dominique shouted in protest as she attempted to grab for Roberto though Joey was quick to deliver a punch to her jaw. She kept her head bowed as her hand came up to hold the area that was impacted. Her jaw seared in pain the blood continued to pool in her mouth, her teeth having cut the inside of her cheek.
Roberto's feet hovering off the ground caused the fallen woman to look up in wonder. Relief washed over her in waves, this woman was able to fend for herself and she did say she needed to speak with Dom so she needed her alive. She looked upon the giant woman in wonder and amazement. "You are a fool to ignore me, mortal. Do you fear death?" Mortal? She speaks similar to Loki. Was she from Asgard as well? The sounds of Roberto gargling, gasping for air as the woman maintained her iron grip. Joey attempted to take her down by jumping on her back. She countered by grabbing his face and he was the one now shoved against the wall. Dominique scooted over slightly, her hands pressed down against the bumpy asphalt, her chest pushed out slightly as she held herself up.
"You cannot all be this idiotic." Joey and Roberto faced her, fear and terror alive in their eyes. "NOW I ASK YOU AGAIN! Do you. Fear. Death?" They quickly shook their heads and it seemed to anger the woman. She spoke just like Loki. "Wrong answer." Dom inhaled sharply as she watched wide-eyed as they began to age rapidly, the wrinkles upon their skin deepened, their hair graying, bones turn brittle, their skins loose all moisture until it began to flake off into dust. "Are you well?" Dominique couldn't help but remaining silent as she looked in wonder at what just happened. They were dead, turned to dust.
Slowly she leaned forward, nodding her head as her hands came up to her face for the first time since her jaw was struck. Her hands touched the blood that was on her lips, around her nose as it smeared slightly. Dominique was more in shock than anything. She was still nodding her head until she made herself stop.
"I... I think," She said until she looked up at the woman, her eyes lined with tears of gratitude, "Thank you. So much... I... I'm so grateful. I owe you my life." Some of the most sincere words she's ever spoken.
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Post by Hela on Oct 24, 2012 23:31:34 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] Hela [style=width:450; height:300; padding:25; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white; overflow:auto] Hela's eyes watched as the two men crumbled to nothing but dust and splinters of bone. Her hands shifted out, reaching for something unseen to mortal eyes, even to many Asgardians. New souls that were now hers to tend to. She had to forgive their trespasses of the life lived. "Now, they will start anew and it will be their choice once more if they continue to be so vile." She didn't speak like anyone that most people had heard, unless of course you had been around Asgardians.
Shifting to look at the woman on the ground she leaned down, reaching her hand out. "You are safe, I promise." Hela offered to help her off the ground if she wished, but if she did not, Hela could not blame her. Now, onto bigger questions, why did she sense her father around this strange woman. Her father did have good taste, and she was lovely... Physically at least, but curiously mortal. Hela had long sense come to terms that her father didn't truly love her mother, but as a child he had loved her, or at least it seemed like it. Now, how to ask her about Loki.
Best to just be out with it, she supposed, looking at Dom. Maybe introductions should happen first though. Was that how things were normally done? She wasn't used to being in a place where her face wasn't known and feared by all. As her head turned toward Dom again, it morphed into matching sides, a wonderful illusion. The resemblance to Loki was definitely there. "I am Hela." Her voice finally rumbled out, her clothing morphing back to the smart, suit like ensemble she had taken before. Nightsword disappeared from her hip.
"I believe you have met someone important to me. Someone I have traveled great distances to reunite with. His name is Loki Laufeyson." She chose her words carefully. As far as she knew, this seemingly mortal woman might not be an ally of her father's. They could have battled and that was why she could feel the lingering magic. Her father though, tended to keep only the most beautiful of company when it came to females. Maybe that had been why he let her be taken away.
She felt herself sigh deeply, not wanting to go to that dark place of fear in her soul. That place where she was concerned her father had been part of the group that chose her to cast her out of happiness. She wasn't like the other children, that is true, but she was a good child, loved her father and his various ladies. She had been forced to grow away from all civilization. Forced to blaze her own path from a very young age, even for an Asgardian. Her bright green eyes met Dom's for a moment. "Do you know who I am speaking of? I have no time to waste on false trails." |
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Falcone Crime Boss
When god is gone and the Devil takes hold who'll have mercy on your soul?
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Post by Dominique Falcone on Oct 29, 2012 0:07:07 GMT -5
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Her gaze was unfocused as she stared at the wall, the place the bodies use to be. They. Just. Turned. To. Dust. Her lips were parted, eyes glanced side to side frantically as her mind attempted to process it all. It was nothing if bodies dropped from bullets or knives, she had been there, done that. Loki stopped the hearts of several and sent shattered glass into the veins of the people who attended the Angeles Ball. It was like magic. She had done the same? "Now, they will start anew and it will be their choice once more if they continue to be so vile." She swallowed hard, the taste of iron melted with her saliva. She was a sight to see and she wanted no one to be able to lay eyes on her until she was healed.
"You are safe, I promise." Dom, like a frightened mouse, stared at her hand and then at the woman for a moment. Just as she had taken Loki's hand the night of the ball for a dance, she took the woman's out of curiosity. She had just saved her life, saved her from a brutal attack. She truly owed this woman her life, a debt that she was embedded with. She gathered what strength she had left, the pieces she hadn't exerted in her fight to remain undefiled. Dominique nodded her head as she began to brush the dirt from her clothing, she saw the blood on her white jacket. Her nose had been hit so hard it was still bleeding a bit, her lip had been sliced open due to a ring that was worn on the attacker's hand, and her jaw was bruised. Could have been worse. She shook her head as her hands came up to her face, it could have been so much worse.
She looked at the woman and for a moment she could have sworn there was something about her face that wasn't right. Her vision was a bit blurred still from the amount of tears her bright blue eyes had produced as well as the lack of lighting on the dark Gotham streets. They stood in the alley that was the back entrance to her bar. But she had no desire to stay here, she wanted to be home. Her hands rubbed her eyes as she looked at the woman who introduced herself as Hela. She stepped closer, those bright green eyes and jet black hair accompanied by glowing pale skin. She looked like Loki.
"Dominique, but please call me Dom," She rasped. She bent down and fingers went to work on the fallen body guard until she retrieved the keys to the black escalade. She looked up as the woman's medieval clothing changed to something Dominique would wear herself. But it changed in the manner of which a certain God had performed at the Ball. A brow raised ever so curiously.
"I believe you have met someone important to me. Someone I have traveled great distances to reunite with. His name is Loki Laufeyson." She looked the woman over once more, she was a beautiful little thing-- though she stood way over the mobster's head.
"I have. Though the streets aren't the place to talk about this," She spoke as she glanced down to the bodies. She looked back at Hela. "I live twenty minutes from here, you said you traveled far, do you have a place to go? My home is large with various rooms. You can stay with me if you'd like, it's the least I can do," She offered sincerely, a small smile with blood stained teeth. "We can talk in the car and more when we get there."
"Do you know who I am speaking of? I have no time to waste on false trails." She pulled her swollen lips inward for a moment. It seemed this was important to her. Dominique was obliged to help, it seemed like such a small task when she had saved her life.
"I've met him only twice. The first time at a ball and the second time he sought me out after our first meeting. He came to me at my home." She spoke as she raised the keys for Hela to see them. "You're more than welcome to come with me, I'm not going to hurt you or lead you astray." Dominique was capable of being nice every once in a while. And with the resemblance of her to Loki she figured they were family in some type of way.
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Post by Hela on Nov 4, 2012 11:47:15 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] Hela [style=width:450; height:300; padding:25; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white;overflow:auto] Hela watched the other woman, prepared for a torrent of questions from the mortal. She would answer them as she saw fit, careful not to tread on the toes of her father just in case she wouldn't have to fight him when next the met. The woman seemed to easily accept what had just happen, though the Asgardian could see the questions rolling behind Dom's eyes. Her mouth moved to repeat the name, tasting it, feeling how it felt to say the strange name she had not heard. Then she remembered some normal politeness, "My name is Hela."
She moved with the shorter woman and saw the car, it didn't look comfortable for her large frame, but she would handle it. "I will accept a place to stay. It is very good of you." She said with a nod, looking around the street as they got out of the alley way. Hela was impressed with Dom, it appeared as though most mortals would have taken this chance to run away, but not her. She stood, strong and nearly fearless. It was good for her to be afraid. A pleased smile curled on her lips though when Dom acknowledged that she had met Loki. She opened the door to the car once it was unlocked and scrunched up to fit in the car. No, that wasn't going to work. She moved to the back of the car and found the button to lay the seat down. She jumped back a little when it snapped down.
She moved over and climbed in, leaning her back against the passenger seat, stretching her legs out down the back of the car. "You would be a fool to attempt to lead me astray." She warned softly, looking out the window, her green eyes full of curiosity. Everything was new and different, things she had never seen before. She sighed, looking around the car for a moment, anxious about seeing her father again after all these years. How would she handle it? What would she do if he had been the one to send her away? Could she kill her father?
"So, do you have a way to contact him? I need to speak with him most urgently." She said, a touch of desperation in her voice. He was the whole reason she had come to this world, to Midgard. Did she need to tell Dom who she was in relation to Loki? There were too many questions rolling around in her head. Her green eyes shut, trying to focus on the task at hand, the first step, seeing her father.
Hela decided to change the subject a bit, wondering if this woman would help her transition into this world easier. She turned her head to look at Dom, "I know nothing of your world, save what I have heard in stories from my childhood. I need education in your world and you... appear to be lacking in protection. Maybe we could work out some deal until I can find Loki." The dark haired woman had to become an expert at relying on herself, but this situation... she really needed some extra help. She would have a very hard time to do this all on her own. Then if she could attach herself to Dom, maybe Loki would show back up even if Hela was unable to find him herself.
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Falcone Crime Boss
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Post by Dominique Falcone on Nov 9, 2012 1:39:12 GMT -5
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Hela. Dominique repeated the woman's name in her head. She did this when she met a new person, to hold their name in her head until they parted ways permanently. However, Dom wasn't repeating Hela's name for the memory game. It was an odd name but so was Loki and Thor. The mobster did believe her own name, Dominique, was odd for them as well. There was no way she would forget her name, her face, or what she had done for her. She had saved her from further beatings and rape and what could have been her death. She was the target for many who wanted to excel, to rise above her and take what her family had gained in the underworld of Gotham, New York, Chicago, and many other various cities in the northeast. She merely nodded her head at Hela as if it was noted.
"I will accept a place to stay. It is very good of you." Dom's lips flicked in a small smile though it honestly hurt at the moment for her to widen her mouth for much more than talking. Her jaw was bruised and sore, her bottom lip had a nice tear in it that threatened to bleed all over again should she part the now healing skin.
"It's no problem, it's the least I can do," She said as she pressed the clicker and the car beeped the horn once as well as the rear and front lights flashing.
She looked forward, unaware of Hela's gaze staying upon her. She was lost in her thoughts presently. She was surprised her mind hadn't triggered the nightmares that had scarred her brain from Jonathan Crane's fear toxin. It started with her hands becoming clammy, her gaze distant. Every hair upon her body stands on end for a moment as her breathing gets tighter. Reality would fade out and people of torment would appear with various weapons and slowly begin their torture. The pain would be intense, she would believe every single second of it was real. She wasn't afraid of death, she welcomed the thought due to the idea of finally resting, of peace. It was the process that lead up to the particular event. Torture. The pain. She could handle the small amounts here and there but anything such as stabbing, hard punches, kicks, and the lot were what Dominique feared. Her previous inquiry of knowing Loki had brought her out of her thoughts when she replied and then noted the smile upon the beautiful woman's face. Good, it was a start. She believed if you could make a person smile, it was a good start indeed.
"If you look on the side there are buttons that will move the seats down," She said as she opened her door realizing it was going to be hard for Hela to be comfortable after she moved to the back. She walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk's door for Hela to get in. She waited for a moment until she looked as comfortable as she could be.
"You would be a fool to attempt to lead me astray." Dom paused for the moment, her hands above her head as she held onto the door. She tightened her jaw and nodded once.
"Trust me, I won't. I give you my word if that helps. This is one promise I won't break," She spoke honestly, softly yet gravely. It was often that Dominique lied through her teeth and people ate it up only to be crossed in the end by the raven haired mobster. She looked at Hela's profile a moment longer, the light from the car now making it clear for her to see.
She had beautiful pale skin that looked to glow under the light contrasted by long raven hair that looked to be as thick as her own. Her nose was straight and perfect for her face with lips the shape of a cupid's bow. But what stood out was Hela's most distinguishing feature, her bright emerald eyes. They looked exactly like Loki's eyes and from the light Dominique decided they were family of some kind. She knew Thor was his brother but that was the extent of her knowledge that pertained to Loki's lineage. Dominique smiled a bit at Hela without exposing her teeth before she shut the door and moved towards the front of the car before she glanced to the alley that minutes previously she was sure she was going to be raped. She shuddered as she slipped inside of the car and shut the door. Dominique placed the keys in the ignition and leaned forward and removed her jacket, placing it in the passenger seat. Her eyes looked upon the blood stained white jacket, she had loved that jacket.
She reached over and grabbed the pack of menthol cigarettes and popped one into her mouth and lit it quickly before she placed the seat belt in it's buckle. She rolled her window down and exhaled the smoke. Her manicured nail flipped the radio off, she was edge and couldn't handle much or she would go into sensory overload and freak out. Dominique knew how to contain herself. She took another drag quickly, savoring the taste. The deep breathing calmed her.
"So, do you have a way to contact him? I need to speak with him most urgently." Dom flicked the blinker and moved into the right lane so they could move onto the interstate. She took another drag and exhaled.
"Yes, I can summon him from what he told me a few weeks ago," She said as she picked up in speed. Not many were out tonight, if only Dominique had stayed home then she could have avoided the confrontation between the two men. Though she had met Hela and with that she was grateful. "We can do that when we get home. Are you hungry? I can make something for you if you'd like." She glanced in the rear view mirror at the raven haired beauty then back on the road.
"I know nothing of your world, save what I have heard in stories from my childhood. I need education in your world and you... appear to be lacking in protection. Maybe we could work out some deal until I can find Loki." She took another drag and rolled the smoke around in her mouth.
"I am apparently, they came out of no where..." She said as she trailed off for the moment as she exhaled. "I'd love to help you." She had received a house call from the Joker a few nights before so she'd be grateful for the woman to be there with her. It would prevent harm from falling upon her. But was she the one to be aiding her, Dominique wasn't a normal person, her dealings were dark and she was sure Hela would come to find that out. They had much to discuss. Dominique turned her blinker on once again as they got off the exit for her home, just outside of the Palisades, she was a neighbor of Bruce Wayne himself. Dom threw the butt out the window and rolled it up. "If you're not hungry I can offer you a drink. I can use three right now," She said as she turned into her driveway and rode up the long drive way before they came to the mansion she called home. Her father was a wealthy man and now those riches were in Dominique's hands. She clicked a button to make the lights come on in the house illuminating it's beauty.
She hit the button for the back of the car to open and Dom slide out, heels clicked against the pavement. She looked to Hela with a soft smile, "Welcome home." She looked for a moment longer then turned her head and walked forward and up the steps as she slid the key in the lock and opened the door and clicked the lock on her clicker and shut the door after Hela entered. She was making a beeline for the stairs."The bedrooms are on the second floor, mine is the last one to the right. Any of them are free. They all have large beds, fucking amazing baths and walk in closets which we can fill in the next few days after my face heals, if you'd like."
"Make yourself at home, I have the things to call him in my bedroom. I'm going to clean my face and then do it. Is there anything you'd like to know before I go upstairs for a few minutes?" Dominique asked looking directly at Hela, avoiding the mirror in fear of seeing what her face currently looked like. "I have one for you, if you don't mind, and feel free to tell me I'm prying but... how do you know Loki? Who is he to you?" She asked curiously.
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Post by Hela on Nov 13, 2012 13:31:52 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] Hela [style=width:450; height:300; padding:25; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white;overflow:auto] Hela had never once in her long life felt beautiful and if Dom had said anything of the sort, it probably would have resulted in nothing but laughter. She smiled a bit to Dom "Well, that appears to be reassuring." She said softly after the door was open and she slid into the back of the SUV. Her head tilted a bit when the flame was flicked on. Curious about it she kept watching and took a deep breath of air, smelling the cigarette. What an interesting smell. She leaned further forward, trying to get another breath of the smoke and try to figure out what it was. It was... strange and burned her nose a little.
Hungry? Was she hungry? It felt like it had been so long since she had any sort of food that tasted real or good. "Yes, I would appreciate food. It has been long since I had anything warm to eat." She admitted quietly, realizing how terribly cryptic she must sound to the other woman, but it was the only way she knew how to speak. A sagely nod came from Hela when Dom accepted her offer of protection and also offered to help her learn more about her current situation. "That is the problem with mortality. It is so delicate." She mused quietly from the back seat as she watched the lights pass by. Then they slowed to a stop in front of the brightly lit mansion.
"I will take your strongest spirit." She murmured quietly, considering the warmth that she remembered from the few times she sipped the spirits of Asgard before she was removed from her home. The warmth would maybe do her some good. She certainly hoped she would. The woman offered so much, and she should. Hela had saved her life after all. Despite all the offers, Hela never once felt as though the other woman was begging she accept anything. Most creatures of this realm and others were intimidated by the Asgardian maiden of death, but Dom seemed... relaxed. At least as relaxed as she could be given her prior situation.
She relayed the information given in her head in hopes of remembering it better. Once the back door was open she began to slip out. Hela followed the mobster up to the door and inside, bright green alertly observing her surroundings, becoming familiar. They settled on Dom for a moment longer and another small sort of half smile touched her lips. "I do not feel that I will need clothing, but if it is the norm to do so on Midgard, I will partake." She murmured softly, her hand moving over the wood framing on the door. It didn't disintegrate, again showing her control of her gift/curse.
Hela was taken off guard though by Dom's last comment. Of course she wanted to know why Hela was asking about Loki. She could see the emotions ran high in Dom when only his name was mentioned. A soft sigh came from somewhere deep within the woman and it gave clear indication that she might not be as old as expected, but rather was forced to grow up. It was almost the sigh of a pouting child, or one who just got caught in a lie. "I have not seen Loki Laufeyson in a very long time. Longer than I would have liked and I hope longer than he ever wanted." Her voice was sad, distant, and deeply innocent. "He is my father and I have not seen him since I was only a child. I can explain more if you wish, but you should care for your injuries, lest they become infected."
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[/color] [/div][/style] Oh I... I want to go back to Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all Tags: Dom Notes: WC: 700 something... too sick to maths.Lyrics: Fields of Innocence -- Evanesence Table Layout By BRY, 2012 [/td][/tr][/table]
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Falcone Crime Boss
When god is gone and the Devil takes hold who'll have mercy on your soul?
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Post by Dominique Falcone on Nov 27, 2012 3:29:52 GMT -5
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She had seen in the mirror Hela's reaction to the cigarette. Dominique was sure there were none of those from where she was from. It hadn't occurred to the mobster that there were other worlds with other beings upon them. There were things in her life that kept her preoccupied from those thoughts, from those notions. She had things to do, people to see which kept her pretty busy than to sit and marvel at the unknown. Though that didn't mean she didn't spend her earlier days with her nose buried in a book as she ate up any story that held mention of religion or mythology. Other than the drugs it was her one escape from reality. She enjoyed where the realm of words and stories could take her, especially when she had assholes for siblings.
"It's a cigarette... They're bad for us," Us meaning humans and she was pretty sure Hela would catch on. "You can try one if you'd like," She said as she reached over and grabbed one from it's box and handed it to her as well as the lighter.
"Yes, I would appreciate food. It has been long since I had anything warm to eat."
"I have steak or filet Mignon I can throw on the grill once I get cleaned up," She spoke as she looked in her rear-view at the woman in the back of her car.
"I will take your strongest spirit."
"Pick your poison and I'll have it," She said softly in reply.
"I do not feel that I will need clothing, but if it is the norm to do so on Midgard, I will partake."
"It is somewhat with people who can afford it," She said as she walked to the bar of the main living area and got out two glasses in which she poured for Hela her strongest Bourbon and Gin for herself. She crossed the room once more and handed the glass to her new living buddy. She took a gulp of her own, the burning liquid swam down her throat and into her belly as she inhaled deeply. She didn't feel much better but she would with time. "We can try it out, if you'd like, see how it goes. Given the size difference we might have to get some made or altered but I'm sure we can find something you love," She tried with a small smile.
"I have not seen Loki Laufeyson in a very long time. Longer than I would have liked and I hope longer than he ever wanted." The sigh sounded as if it was riddled with hurt, anguish. She wanted to help Hela since she had done her the ultimate deed in saving her life. Dom listened carefully. "He is my father and I have not seen him since I was only a child. I can explain more if you wish, but you should care for your injuries, lest they become infected." The truth caused her bloodied mouth to part open and she instantly regretted the action as she felt the pain sore through her jaw. She hadn't a clue he had children but there were so many things she knew she didn't know about the mysterious Loki. Dominique had offered his daughter a place to stay. Hela was more than welcome in her home now. She could only imagine the type of life she had given what stories were in the books on the third floor.
"Wow, I had no idea. Your eyes remind of him," She said as those were the words she could come up with. She looked down at the ground. She was a God as well, or as far as Dominique knew. She looked back up at Hela, her jaw set. "It's an honor and my pleasure to have you here, Hela. Please make yourself at home, pick whatever room you'd like. I'm going to clean up and see if I can get Loki here. I'll make food while you two catch up," She stated as she gave her a gentle smile before she turned and started up the staircase.
She looked down at the glass which held the flecks of dried blood upon it. She clenched her eyes shut at the events that had transpired over the night. She wasn't expecting this to happen, never in a million years. She moved up the second flight of stairs and down the hallway to her room, shutting the door as she did so. She set the glass down on her dresser as she moved to a couch in her room and sat down, her gaze at the opposing furniture across from her. She kicked her heels off as she sat there for a few more moments as her brain attempted to process everything that has happened. Hands come up to hold her head as she kept her head bowed. The sounds of their voices that were heavy in rage and lust. What could have happened... Tears stung her eyes again as she swallowed hard and pushed them away. She inhaled sharply as her hands fell on her lap and she sat up straight.
"Loki... I need you. It's Dom. I..." Her voice breaks as she stood up feeling the slightest bit stupid for praying to a God who could show up and very well could not. "I have Hela here... Please come." She said softly while Dom moved to the bedside table in which she pulled out a pill bottle full of percocet. She popped two of the thirty milligram pain killers and swallowed dry, scrunching her face and shaking her head and the bitter drug. Dominique moved on light feet as she flipped the light of the bathroom on and froze as she saw her reflection. She had blood caked around her nose, it stained her lips and jaw. Opening a drawer she allowed the hot water to run free before she wet the cloth and began to press it against her injuries. Her bottom lip had a gash in it, her nose held a cut underneath her left nostril which ended with a bruise on her left jaw that had already begun to turn purple. Her hands shook as she looked down and remembered where one of their hands went. Upon her breast and sex. She felt gross, violated. They were dust in the wind now but it didn't make her feel any better. It could happen again though Dominique now never wanted to leave the house with Hela, or maybe even Loki, at her side. But she knew that wouldn't always be possible.
She opened a drawer and pulled out a disinfectant and poured it on the cotton ball. She dapped it on her wounds, the sting felt good. It made her feel alive. She didn't want to feel, she didn't want to remember. Another bottle was stashed in her bathroom, various drugs were all around the house if one were to look hard enough. She swallowed another pain pill as the first two had already began to work. A soft ease began to fill her being though it had yet to mess her up. The edge was just beginning to become less. Her head was bowed for the moment, blood had stained her lips ruby red as it hurt too much for her to remove it just yet. Dominique kept her head down, hands rubbing over her face as she tossed the white jacket on her bed. It had been stained with her own blood as well, very clearly. She resumed her seat once more with her head in her hands. She breathed deeply, pain coursing through her body. A single sound startled her out of her thoughts as she visibly jumped almost out of her skin. She saw him and relief washed over her in waves. It was odd she felt this knowing what he was, what he could do. The darkness of the area kept her wounds from him.
"Hey." Was all that she could muster, her voice strained as she suppressed the emotions that were swirling well within her. "Th... Thank you for coming." She said as she rose from her seat and moved towards him with her head bowed. She brought her head up to him, the light that shone from the bathroom lit up the right side of her face though the shadow kept her left, the most injured side from his eyes. Her head lowered once again in what could perhaps be shame, embarrassment. The all powerful Falcone had nearly been raped and beatened. It was a humiliating and humbling experience. Perhaps it was something she had deserved, that had crossed her mind the whole way home. She could still taste the iron in her mouth as her lips were still stained from that gash.
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Nov 27, 2012 16:25:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]So Cut Out The Heart And Watch the World Burn Down
Loki had taken every precaution to remain as hidden as possible since his escape and the attack upon the facility. No doubt his enemies were looking for him, not that he could not handle them. Rather that he did not wish to at this time. It was that careful planning period.
How he was going to yet again return to Asgard for the gauntlet. To rid himself of this near degrading servitude. Then again. Part of him wished to prolong it for the connection of the cube.
Within the weeks passed since he had last seen the mortal that caught his eye and his mind, Loki himself had changed. It took little time for the connection to the Tesseract to take hold how it had before.
Moments of his natural clarity had become few and far between, it was prevalent in his eyes. Once a natural bright green, now a unfitting electric blue. More a slave to the Cosmic Cube's wishes then the being of death personified.
It had been in one of those rare moments of clarity that he heard something that had not happened in ages. Not since before the time of Christ. A prayer to a forgotten god. An he answered the request. Dom's voice had sounded so different, a natural confidence now sounded shaken. Had something happened. With a small audible pop he was gone, teleported to her, where ever she was at.
Something was indeed quite off when Loki arrived in the room. It appeared to be her bed room. He didn't say a word. Her posture, her voice told him all he needed to know. What ever had happened was past. However the wounds were present. His pedigree allowed Loki an almost natural ability to see better then most in the dark. The shadows were not nearly dark enough to hide that.
Loki took a few steps forward to close the space between them before he extended his arm, using a light cold touch of his finger tips to lift her chin so as he could see the damage. It was not the worst thing he'd seen. Easily mend-able. Loki looked into her eyes still with out a word spoken for a moment then with the slightest amount of magic spent, healed the damage done to her physically.
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Falcone Crime Boss
When god is gone and the Devil takes hold who'll have mercy on your soul?
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Post by Dominique Falcone on Nov 28, 2012 20:46:35 GMT -5
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Her eyes were downcast, she couldn't bare to look up on her own accord. Fragility. It had been something the mobster kept locked away in her brain, she hadn't the time to worry about such a thing when her life was in a constant 'go' motion. So many things to do with not much time available for her to sit and remember that at the end of the day such things could happen even to a woman like her. She hated she was virtually defenseless on scale of power, she scoffed at it. She was momentarily at ease now that Loki was present in the room. Dominique swallowed hard as he moved forward silent as ever.
She exhaled roughly, in relief when his fingertips met with her chin. Slowly she looked up at him and stared back at him until she broke it and looked to the right, still upset. She brought her lips in despite the pain as if to suppress a sob that had wanted to come forth. She breathed deeply after just that mere second of a break and regained his stare. It was still as hypnotic as ever though given the lighting she was unable yet to see the slight physical change since she had seen him last. Blue hues danced back and forth as she stared into his gaze. His touch felt good to her skin, her nerves stood on overload below her flesh given the previous experience. She felt a cool tingle overcome her body as the gash on her bottom lip healed itself followed by her nose and the bruise upon her jaw faded until it disappeared completely.
Tiers parted slightly in a small tremble as if to thank him. Though what she did next was pure instinct. The space between them was no more as she moved forward and wrapped her arms tightly around his torso, her head turned to the side against his body. She was grateful he came, not just for the healing alone. He was cold against her though it didn't matter. Even if it were odd, she felt worlds safer with him around. It had been her, Dominique, that brought him to Gotham after their meeting at the ball.
"Thank you," She said barely above a whisper. She tightened her arms around him though she decided he probably barely felt it. She was tiny compared to him in every single way. Dom released him and took just a step back. "I didn't know if you'd come," She said with a flick of a sad smile. "I... Your daughter... she saved me." She said as she brought her hand up to the back of her neck awkwardly. She didn't know what was between the two but it was very well worth mentioning given Hela has now taken up residence in the Falcone Manor.
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Post by Fenris Lokison on Nov 30, 2012 8:50:19 GMT -5
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"Dear Hate, I know you're not far, You would wait at the door of my heart, I was amazed with the passion in your cries..." ==============================
Midgard was so full of buildings and lights; they annoyed him - a peoples trying to be bigger, smarter than what they truely were. The skyscrapers, pathetic attempts to climb to the heavens, to climb to levels of the peoples higher than themselves - and when they couldn't even get the stories right, it was truely a pathetic attempt in his eyes. No better than the damned Asgardians that had cost him such a chunk of his life - his damned grandfather. No love was lost between Fenris and these new peoples, all of them thinking him to be some sort of woodland canine. How wrong were they. Tasty, though, like oversized chicken.
The local news had been rife with stories of a wolf creeping the streets, huge and dangerous, evading animal control at every turn, as well as Gotham's finest. A pity, if those men in blue were "Gotham's Finest", then they would never recognise the beast that prowled the shadows of their streets. Then again, they would never catch him, when he looked like missing persons so far unreported. A wolf in sheep's clothing. A monster on their streets. A beast in plain sight, and they would never know until it was too late.
But, for the time being, he wasn't hunting prey or stalking potential meals - he was back to his primary task; hunting out his father. The scent was much stronger in this city - he was drawing closer now, every step pulling him closer and closer to the one man who may have understood Fenris. There was more than just the single scent, though - something was slightly askew. There was one scent, entirely different from any he had taken in before, hitting his senses, and another that was highly familiar. Almost related in a way. It was...unusual.
But, as time passed, he drew ever closer, ever nearer to the man he was chasing. Between such moments of focus, there was always childish worry; it had been such a long time since he had seen Loki - a childish worry if he would remember his son? If he would care? Had he moved on? And the cube...Karnilla had forewarned the Jotun of it's effect on his father. It troubled Fenris immensely; while father knew best, nothing bothered him more than something affecting his judgement, or his way of thinking.
This had been a long journey, but now he was here, and with one, final turn, he was in the shadows of Gotham, staring on at a group of three, while several lay dead. Two women - the one who smelled familiar, the one who smelled different entirely, and his father. His heart lit up, as did his aggression; Fenris would not allow these people to be any form of risk to his father. He would sooner die than leave Loki in the company of those he neither knew, nor trusted. It was only thankful he didn't pounce, else he may have made a dreadful mistake.
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Post by Hela on Dec 2, 2012 11:32:41 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] Hela [style=width:450; height:300; padding:25; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white; overflow:auto] Hela was exploring the house in the moments before Loki arrived. Her hand running over all the textures and temperatures in the home. Remembering what it was like to have such a large home. The lights cast warm auras in the room and she even stooped down to feel the floor as the wood (or tile) went to an area rug. Her hand moved delicately, not wanting to damage anything of Dom's. She moved over to a vase with flowers in it and took a deep breath of them before turning her head toward the stairs sharply. She could feel him... her father.
She stood up straight, happy that the rooms in this home seemed to be expansive and not made for tiny mortals. A shaky sigh later, she moved toward the stairs and began to go up them, following the magic. She found the door and her hands rested upon it, flat, trembling. She was shaking. It had been an eternity since she shook with fear or excitement and this was an uncomfortable blending of the two. Hela waited outside the door for a long moment, her eyes drifting shut slowly. Her mind wandered to the last happy memory she had. She remembered the warmth of the fire against her skin and a gentle, but cold hand pulling her back.
A voice came from behind her, telling her that the fire could hurt her if she got too close. With round cheeks still full of baby fat, the young Asgardian looked back to her father with littering emerald eyes. Well... eye. The other eye was a milky gray color, dull and dead. She truly had a face that only parents could love, and that was pushing the envelope even for a father's love. It was her birthday, she could remember the taste of the sweet cakes still to this day. The sip of wine she stole in secret from her father's cup. The gift he gave her, the illusion to make her life easier. The green cloak that she wore to this day to keep her looking like all the other Asgardians.
The cloak she was given to make her not look like a monster.
Then... They came. The guards, Odin... They came and tore her away from her father twice, she remembered screaming, crying, tasting rage for the first time in her life. After that she woke up to the desolate wasteland that was Niefelhiem, alone, scared, just a baby. There, she raised herself with the help of the dishonored dead. Taught herself everything she needed to know and then some. She had all her hopes and dreams ripped from her heart and replaced with rage and vengeance.
Finally, Hela's hands pushed the door open easily, stepping inside, her clothing transforming back into the traditional Asgardian style, her sword coming to her side in case she needed to attempt to strike her father down. "Father, it's been a lifetime." Her face was still round, heart shaped, her black hair falling over the curved helm she wore. Her green cloak hanging over her shoulders and to the floor. She stood, towering over Dom and a good amount taller than her father. |
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Dec 9, 2012 17:55:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]So Cut Out The Heart And Watch the World Burn Down
Loki was a bit startled slightly when she closed the space between them. It was partially unexpected but not unwanted. It had been some time since any one had touched him in such a manner, if they were typically it was to strike him. Not that they manged to land a blow. Dom was only human, they were fragile things by nature. so much as a simple mistake on their own part and their light would be snuffed out so fast.
He merely leaned down the best he could to return the gesture, wrapping his arms around her small frame. However as soon as it had happened it seemed to be broken off. Though her words caught more then caught him off guard as well. "My Hela saved you?" From what he had seen, from when his daughter had returned to free him from his cell on Asgard, She was just as cold hearted as he was.
How had he not noticed it before, not only was Hela here, but another. For a moment it was a bit of excitement that played about his face before outside forces acted upon it. Suddenly reminded of what he needed to accomplish. The infinity gauntlet was still housed in Asguard, he needed to find a way back inside.
The door opened, breaking the sudden silence with a voice now slightly familiar, matured from what it had once been when it was full of laughter. "It has been, Hela, But I cannot stay for idle chatter, I have business to attend to. "
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