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[fancypost bgcolor=; border:none; font-size:6pt; color:white; width:370px; text-align:justify; margin-top:15px; line-height:14px;] A wind blew in from the north-east from across the waters of the bay, bringing with it cooler temperatures and dark clouds, signs of a not uncommon summer storm. The early morning air held silence like something precious. The normally busy city streets were not yet jammed up with traffic and cars, and the tall building of the main streets were still dark, not yet occupied with their usual patrons and office workers. Times like these were few and far between for Merridia city, even at this hour. But in a city like this nothing was ever completely quiet.
On one particular street on the north side of town, not too far from the harbors, but far enough away that the constant smell of fish and other odors associated with the docks weren't quite as strong, there was one particular building that was operating unlike any of the others around it. The five story building was made out of red bricks, and had large church-like windows, covered by blinds and shades so as those walking by could not quite see in, although the glass itself was made in such a way that it was more like looking through cloudy ice than it was like looking through your traditional glass. Lights were on inside, showing signals of life, and the occasional silhouetted figure passed by the windows. Like many of the buildings on this particular street, it was an old warehouse, renovated to be what it was now, but much was kept the same. One such notable feature was the presence of a painted on black logo, faded by the weather and the years, but still clear enough to read: "GREY HOUND SHIPPING AND STORAGE" around in a circle that surrounded the logo of an old looking hound dog. It was a logo of a business that had long since been shut down, but now it represented a whole different kind of organization.
While the outside might have been unassuming and arguably rather very easily missed, the operations on the inside were of no such caliber. Inside was housed the facility of a very specialized organization, specifically with the purpose to counter the Catalyst super chemical, and those enhanced by it, by any means necessary. No oversight, no government babysitting. And this meant they could do thing that a normal organization couldn't, that included employing agents that they themselves are enhanced by the Catalyst chemical, regardless of background, regardless of pasts. It was very much of the mentality that the only way to fight the beast was to become the beast. They were the hunting dogs used to counteract those who used the chemical to become super. But acted for themselves because of it, who caused people pain, and who used their powers to turn a quick profit off of the chemical. Destroying lives, families, etc. I think you get the idea here. And so they kept the name of the building they inhabited. The organization went by the name of Grey Hound.
It was on this morning that a group of some such people were being called together. People called because they have abilities, each with their own reasoning, their own agendas, and their own crosses to bear. But there was one thing they all shared. Whether or not it was willingly, they were going to work together to make sure that nobody else's life was going to get ruined by the chemical, and that the drug wouldn't spread outside of the city. In its own way it was like some kind of twisted super hero open house. Except replace the loads of parents dragging their unwilling children around to look at a school with a bunch of super powered people walking around and looking at a clandestine secret agency...
One such person, although not exactly supered up on Catalyst, was a young woman by the name of Arie Bordeaux. And although the drug hadn't exactly affected her body specifically, it had technically caused her injuries that lead her to be what she was today. Some sort of cyborg with bionic legs and augmentations and even a bionic arm that had more apps than an iPhone (And no free U2 album). Her somewhat short cut hair was a very intense red, swept out of her face and the sides coming down to just barely below her ears, complimentary to her green eyes. Her skin was fair and unmarked on her face, save a small black dot below her right eye which was barely noticeable, her lips were lightly pink and her lashes long. She wore a jacket which was a visible red color for the most part and had a slightly flared collar. Under that second jacket she was wearing a black low cut shirt which seemed rather light, it's long sleeves visible at her wrist. On both hands she wore gloves. The shirt stopped just above her waist, showing about a centimeter of her skin before it became the pants, which too were black, although faded in somewhat odd places, due to the fact her legs were not exactly real legs. The bottom overlapping the top of a pair of olive boots, steel toed. As she walked in the doors into the main lobby she was given a sort of look by the woman behind a small desk, a sort of receptionist that was there to just sort of point the people in the right direction. And that she did, indicating lazily with the pointing of her thumb towards a set of doors to the side that led into a sort of board room, before she resumed filing her nails and noisily chewing some bright pink bubble gum. Arie followed these rather simple directions and made her way into the board room, taking a seat in one of the chairs, which either unfortunately for her, or for everyone else had wheels on it. And Arie, being one of the first to arrive, let there be no wasted time before she began idly spinning in the chair slowly waiting.
But she was not fully alone in the room against the wall was a woman of a light complexion, her face, describable as somewhat cute and rounded, was dotted lightly with freckles predominantly on her nose and out onto her cheeks, and was accented by a pair of glasses, the frames of which were angular and grey. She had dark brown hair, thick yet short, swept out of her face and kept back by a simple paperclip, the sides curving around her ears, in which was a panda shaped earring, almost brushing her shoulders, but short by about an inch or so. She wore a White lab coat that seemed a size or so too big for her height of about 5'5" over top of a black sweater and a skirt of the same color that went down to just above the mid thigh on her proportionally long legs, which were slender, going down until they met a pair of blue sneakers. She was quickly reading over the contents of a beige colored folder, which she held out in her off hand, the contents of which would have been hidden from view. She looked up from her reading and offered a nice sort of smile to Arie as they saw each other, to which Arie responded with a simple quick flick of the wrist sort of wave.
It was to be soon that others would start showing up. [/fancypost]
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