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The youthful book worm rose to find herself in what looked to be a fair a colorful place that likely would have been paradise to many like her. Bright colored sugar coated and inviting. Except she didn't hear any of the background sounds to expect. There was also none of her friends around her. She was pretty sure she would here Drake's snoring or sirens for Klepto or some sound from the brothers it varied but they didn't seem the quite type, well for one of them at least. A thought and her signature scythe appeared in her hand as the fifteen year old rushed out of the room swinging the blade in a grand arc threatening to split any of her captors at the door in two. Thankfully none were there, she emerged to several mascots staring at her in wonder and twice as many fleeing the scene.
"Okay calm down Dreya." Taking a deep breath and relaxing her stance she turned to the biggest mascot, assuming he was likely in charge. "I'm sorry for almost harming your associates but where am I?"
"Why Happy Island of course."
"That sounds contradictory I'm here in the brightest side of this park and not a single giggle or scream or anything indicative of that title." To which the large mascot a rather large teddy bear of tie dye color slumped in depression. "Sorry."
"No no you're right. Mr Oh is to blame, experimenting on are children and using any money we do have on labs."
"That is uneceptable! Where can I find my friends we will end this tyrant." Being arguably a kid herself this was certainly an issue for her. Admittedly she was not apart of a crew of noble heroes but that didn't make the issue any less important.
"Well I know the one armed individual is being assisted by are staff in regards to medicine and cybernetics."
"Right and where is the jail?"
"It's a large caged off ball pit over there" the mascot pointed. Of course Dreya knew that would be where Klepto was leading her to snag her belongings and rush off in that direction. None of her friends was as likely to need her help she figured then the badly dressed aggresive thief. She'd preffer not to resort to violence still the blade of hers sliced through the air ready if needed. Her crew came before these people.
Doing her best both to not snicker at the brothers and keep Klepto from stealing more useless crap Dreya observed the constructive process. Managing to over analyze the creation even in the frenzy to try and understand the layout and structural integrity. A book worm and top of her class student she was thorough even in just observation. "Not bad given the time restraints" she complemented before blinking in slight disbelief at the captains remark. "Uh we didn't do anything. Four of us just stood here and looked pretty."
"Silence! We helped obviously as the benchwarmers or cheerleaders or something."
"That's lame, and you are dumb. Hey Drake maybe her room should be a closet." The teen teased in response to the thieving sniper. "By the by want a book on constellations?" Of course in the backpack of hers filled with mostly books she had one on star gazing.
"Well your uniform is stupid" was the delayed counter from the annoyed sniper.
"When I want fashion advice from you I'll see a psychiatrist." Countering and returning to looking the vessel over she couldn't help but ask. "Uhm so where does one start when planing to conquer the seas? Atlantis? The Pacific?"
(Sorry for delay <3)
It looks like it can comfortably fit five, uncomfortably six. I'll be the sixth I don't mind." The fifteen year old remarked eager to get out of town. As she did this the poorly dressed sniper blatantly stole random useless nicknacks from the store. She'd have pointed it out but felt no need to as the thief was far from subtle. Instead she waited for everyone to finish talking before she spoke again. Not so much as blinking as she stood.
"Names Dreya but Bond is fine to and you are?" A polite hand shake offered as she introduced herself. "As for kidnapping I'm a minor so technically it's an accurate term in that sense. That however implies a randsome, my inheritance is everything in my late parents name so I doubt anyone but myself would pay. Sorry I'm being analytical I'm sure your to busy to care." The apology coming before she returned to her unblinking dutiful gaze at the captain. "Figuratively or literally I do hope literally."
"Obviously she's serious. We are stealing the oceans."
"Conquer not theft you can't steal half the planet. Also do you want a jacket? I can buy you one."
"Bla bla bla stealing the ocean. Also no."
"Skimpy snipers and crazy pirates aside captain, I think we'll eventually need a bigger boat of course I'm just giving advice."
A rather odd assortment of individuals walked into the oddest store in town. Regretfully Dreya had never met the "brothers". In quotation do to the fact she wasn't sure they had a gender and speculated the title came from appearance alone. Her parents unsure of the two told Dreya not to go there and being the obedient child she was she never did. However now her parents were dead she had no one to obey. There was a more pressing issue though having almost died herself what with a stop sign through her head. A miracle or curse to be alive she was afraid of staying in this town let alone attending school. She could take on anything usually but inquisitive classmates and rumors of course.
Any way the latest visitors of the Radibro were an odd mix. A girl with a sniper rifle bigger then her who looked ready to steal the biggest boat in the store. Who's replies to the brothers was an elegant "that names f*cking dumb but you two seem legit and make some awesome stuff. Speaking of which Ms OneArm we should take it." If the idiocy of the one brother and this kleptomaniac was any further multiplied Dreya thought her brain might start to rot. There was a green haired pirate who didn't seem pleased by his company and kind of kreeped her out. And the odd grey leader who made Dreya only more curious as now there were three Inhumans. A part of her wanted to dissect them that'd be rude however and she didn't like that side of herself.
"I believe he's saying take them with you and the boats free. My sign language is a bit rusty sorry. Take me with you please I don't want to be in this town. I got money." She was a minor in a school uniform with little besides a backpack it seemed yet showed no sign of concern. Her forest green eyes trying to further her advance with large puppy dog like eyed gesture. It'd won her a pony last year why not a boat trip.
She was no saint no savior and sure as fck no hero. She was closer to the antichrist then a protector of the people. But Noir's soul was bound to DC and Noir's soul was what kept Reaver amongst the living. As such even if it ment feeling like a prisoner she would stand beside the man. For now however she truelly was commited, for if the visionary constructed a peaceful world then laws would not be needed. And if the world thought it secure, then she could make it be reasoned in darkness.
He imagined peace and prosperity, she imagined a reckoning that followed. An emergence of evil so great it would bring about Armageddon. And when Armageddon came she would be a god that even sky fathers would fear. But for now...she was just a faded shadow of herself. She was Reaver one of the more dangerous blades of the brighter tomorrow.
"Except I don't hide my wrath. I've yet to pluck a child's soul but everyone here knows I'm not to be troubled. Death spares nobody, it's finite that things come to an end. That being said I don't know why you insist on waiting. Tell me, if the enemy kicks in your gate and enters your home do you have an advantage? Or did you already lose the first round? Personally i prefer to kill ones family make them reckless, crush their home make them unbalanced, let them strike think they've one. Then with heart torn, footing displaced and guard down. You rip their throat from ear to ear becoming soaked in there blood." Her pleasantries of daydreaming of carnage came to an end when she noticed the plant. "Pointing fingers is rude. Do you have a reason for such an act?"
@darkchild: the moment was savored, more the physicality then emotional though. No heart existed in the child of Death other then that of the host. "Except I am not Lucifer and my vision isn't hell. I don't want dominions of blazing rivers or golden fences. Paradise doesn't exist, that is what Noir believed. As do I, hence why I exist. Paradise is the wild, the jungle, a lawless providence where might settles differences." The lines were nothing new from her lips, she was frequently the bane of rules, laws and all things that gravitated around order, order being almost a fantasy like concept she couldn't comprehend. "A beautiful image, minus one thing. I don't get hurt one can't injure death. I just hope these flesh sacks can hold their own."
@darkchild: As a demon the whole notion of this replacement soon to come was a exceedingly complex thing. She endorsed polygamy after all she was a creature of lust. Simultaneously however she was a creature of greed, what was hers was usually hers alone. As a creature of wrath she wanted to slaughter both for the insult. But the will of Noir made the fiend a sloth, to lazy and incapable of killing the man or someone close to him. For all the demons ego, sacrifice, and abilities here she felt powerless.
"What the fck do you think!" Her blood hued eyes a mirror of hell itself during her brief rage. And the rodent play thing erupted like a plump water ballon hitting concrete. The rats blood then absorbed into Reaver's skin leaving no trace of gore upon her skin. "Apologies that was hardly regal. I grow bored my darkling. Noir and I were queen of a empire of new horizons built upon ash of the enemy. Now you have us as a trophy in a school. Noir's to connected to let me leave, and I don't want to. But this, complacency isn't for idealistic devils."