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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Jemma had needed a miracle, and those happened to come in all shapes and forms. She hadn't actually asked yet, pleaded whatever gods or deities above for a sign that she wasn't doing things good but at least right, and yet still, here it was. Better yet, here he was. She didn't need the best (though she sure as hell wanted the best), she simply needed what was due to her. The man that Dal had confronted seemed like the former; everything she desired. Will felt familiar to Jemma, and that was an entirely new concept her, but only because she'd just recently come out of a wipe. Everything about him, from his adept movements, to the muscles that rippled under his skin that signified wear, as if he'd been used before but was still in good condition, to those eyes, unnerving and an open invitation to his body. She knew him, but at the same time, she didn't. The idea of being cognizant with a complete stranger thrilled her, and she had to remind herself, for the first time in months, to breathe. The rosette femme approached swiftly and soundlessly, awaiting the man's answer in heavy anticipation. Her cheeks, all the way to the front of her neck and an expanse below, were pinking significantly. Hopefully Dal didn't notice.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]So many children. Jemma wasn't even sure if she knew who this Countingstars was, who happened to actually be here at the moment. The tribune appeared on Nos's other side, observing the wolf pup and noting her blindness fairly quickly. It was interesting that this one-month-old child had come to terms with it so quickly; she was able to sight all the indications that Cecelia knew they were present. Progressive, she felt. "Jemma. A tribune." Short and sweet.


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Well, if one thing was for sure, Dal would enjoy this sight. Jemma was surprised he hadn't been the first to show up, in all honesty, instead finding Tetra and the leader confronting the saber-toothed cat. She came to a halt next to the white tigress, the tribune giving Faustus a mere once-over; she need not look any longer than she already knew. Hearing Breakdance's reaction caused the tawny femme's brows to lift, and while she couldn't relate, she understood at what position of the woman's life this was coming from. "Didn't take that many?" Jemma inputted with a snort. "You look like you're about to fall over."


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;](oh my gosh, so sorry for a late reply!!! i completely missed that you had it up already


    Jemma and Hardy had interacted once or twice since he'd joined, and not a lot of people gained this liberty from her, but she hardly minded his presence. He was one of the few males in this clan that she could tolerate. She didn't like to frequent the same, stereotypical embodiments of testosterone like Red and Cade; instead, she took likings towards the kind of men that didn't degrade her presence with their own. Luckily, one of them just so happened to be Hardy.


    The tribune had no idea what she'd been looking for prior to coming across the canine. To be frank, the moment she laid eyes on him, she completely forgot. Thankfully, it wasn't half the reaction he would've gotten if he'd still had that apparatus on him. If on the off-chance they'd collided - which Jemma didn't entirely foresee because she would at least try to step off his collision course before that happened, for not only her sake but maybe his as well - she would've been stunned to see more than just him on top of her. That sounded wrong. Thank god she hadn't voiced it. Brows raised and face still slightly pinkish from that last thought, Jemma pressed forward toward him, coming to a stop a few feet away from him and hoping that he noticed her in his peripheral vision. "You look busy," she remarked, craning her head a bit to skim some of the lines of text in his book. "and also like quite the multitasker. You do this everyday?"


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Who the fucking hell did all these kids belong to? If they were all Harbringers, Jemma swore, she'd be officially renouncing her surname by the end of the day. Many colorful curses escaped the tribune's lips as she appeared second on the scene of these numerous pups, glancing over at Silentcub and wondering how she was doing in all of this. She didn't exactly share the same personality traits as these loud, bloody annoying - "Alright, alright, settle down!" she attempted to shout over all of them. "It's like you all want to attract our enemies here. Who do you all belong to, exactly?"


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]And she thought Dal had a lot of surnames. That was it. She was self-proclaiming herself a surname again. She was going to sever the relation she had with every single one of these bunny-produced mutts. That's all anyone around her ever was anymore. A bunny. Reproducing over and over and over again. You know how fast those things procreate. She was sure Hardy could inform you in detail in case you didn't. Jesus, when did it end? And on the subject of all those names, had it been an orgy? Was that how it, they happened? Her head hurt. She didn't recognize any of those named, thank god. She would cut all ties, all friendships, if she had. "Hey, you got this?" she asked Impala, not wanting to be in this general vicinity any longer if she wasn't needed.


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;](i spy with my little eye brick by boring brick lyrics & NINJA'D


    The tribune missed the spears, she could admit. They'd been a nice touch, and made her daily rounds effortless concerning newcomers and visitors. She could spot them, but they couldn't spot her. It had made at least one thing around here easier. But then again, did she really want easy? Jemma sped up upon her leisurely pace spotting the sha from where she had been making progress on her round, a few feet away. The basket, along with the scent it gave off, reassured her that this one was probably from an ally, though you could never be too careful. "Name and business," the russet femme prompted to Omorose.


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]It was no surprise to Jemma that the meet-and-greet was being held by a child. She suspected there'd be a wave of adolescence announcing these up until the week ended, especially after encountering that group of siblings earlier. She still had no idea who their mother - excuse her, mothers, plural - was, and she had no exact intention on finding out any time soon. At least one of them lingered among her Clanmates, but she wasn't curious as to find out just who that special female was. Saga was born to Wolfsbane and Flicker, thank goodness, so she had less of a problem with her. "Jemma," she harrumphed once she showed up, thinking she was safe until she heard Virgo. Speak of the devil. The tribune was a feline, thank goodness. She supposed canines had a tendency to want to reproduce extensively around this time of year.


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Was Jemma willing to take the risk of kissing Dal? Apparently, she thought with a sigh, appearing next to Cotton and settling down at his side. She assumed she was doing it for her boys because she saw no other reason for her to be making an appearance except for that. The crowd Nos had managed to attract was a small one currently, a handful that some she knew the preference of gender of in advance. Like the peacekeeper, she hoped cheek kisses would work here if the time for them happened to come.


    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify;]Jemma had technically been present when Zombie tortured Nurserypaw, but she'd kept her distance, as her idea on the concept still remained firm. Testosterone seemed to be at an unmistakable high when it came to torture, which did not surprise the tribune at all. It, more or less, annoyed her to hell. Already, before she'd even arrived, Caffeinerush was exemplifying the exact traits she didn't like. With a huff, the tawny femme came to a halt beside Silentcub, reluctantly agreeing with Merle's action to keep her away. But it didn't look like Nurserypaw would be able to do much of anything. She was willing to bet one of the two men would hurt him no matter if he did or not. For fun, right?


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; line-height: 15px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]so, apparently jemma had a job to work today.


    she didn't necessarily like to do jobs in broad daylight, but the time of day didn't slow her down, or impact her work ethic either. she could work her way around it with ease — it was just the sense of exposure around her that affected her, the fact that there were less shadows to hide in and more people around to see, hear, have the easy knowledge of every move you made. well, that was only if you were an amateur in this game she played. jemma certainly wasn't. if anything, she'd been born a natural into this business. she knew how to leave no trace of herself — that part was easy when you had the resources provided for you because, yeah, she had people to back her up and her dirty work — and she also knew where to step or where not to, creating footfalls that carried no volume. she'd memorized escape routes, breathed to steady her pulse, threw knives and loaded guns with a flick of her wrist. she'd joined the practice almost immediately after her wipe, and underwent training as soon as she was in. she picked up fast, and within weeks she started getting tasks at random. like now, when she's standing on the curb waiting for the signal to cross the street and her phone buzzes in her back pocket.


    the text is from a burner cell. it doesn't take a genius to figure that out — it's their main method of contact. they being her handlers, the ones to give her assignments on and off. but they're asking her to pick up a partner this time, and she doesn't like the sound of that. her nose twists to show it, but they know she'll do it. this is the only thing she really has, and she's not going to wreck it just because she has to drag someone along. after scanning over the message, she opens her contacts, scrolling through and picking out a few names only to reject them. cotton doesn't know about her "occupation," and she feels he never should. dal is probably too high to lend her a hand, and he would reek, probably give them away. hadrian, maybe, though he's always busy. the same went for nevin as cotton — she was helping him through rehab, for christ's sake, she wasn't stupid.


    that's when she sees nos's name. they haven't had any chances at bonding time yet, have they? reluctantly dialing his number, she holds the phone to her ear and moves forward when the crosswalk opens, counting three rings before he picks up. "hey, nos?" she greets with a question. "you feel like helping a girl out and ticking someone off her hitlist real quick?"


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; line-height: 15px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]jemma had never met an ephemeralpaw — fanaticalpaw? neither of those sounded entirely traditional, but they certainly were interesting. this ambassador reminded her of another one that had assumed the same thing, that they already knew them. well, by what she was saying, she and sylmae had already met, but deducing that she had just so happened to inform them all of her didn't seem like a sound practice. the tribune arrived after virgo, listening to the blizzardclanner's reasoning for being here. when she finished, she gave her a firm nod. "jemma. welcome back. if you need a high position to situate that out, i'm sure breakdance or dodger will be here soon."


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; line-height: 15px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]"more pazzow?" jemma echoed dryly, appearing next to merle. "dal, you do understand that we're talking about you. dalliance jekken would go out in every other way except with pazzow." she had to suppress the snicker that threatened to come out after she said his middle name, the deadpan displayed through her deep brown eyes shifting slightly as she stifled it. what kind of a word was pazzow? a dal word, jemma answered herself. though there was one thing they could both agree on, and that was him passing away loudly. she knew him better than to go in silence.


    "i'd say it's pretty hard," jemma then responded to charlize's question. "the smaller the animal, the faster the metabolism." it was simple fact, but it seemed dal had surpassed that entirely. but of course, it was dal. defying all logic was one of his well-known vocations along with, as you could clearly see, being drunk. there was also being high, and on the topic of those two things, his infamous combo pack of being both. not just anyone could pull it off as well as he could. as strange as it probably sounded, he was proud her friend had acquired such skill. there really was no tact but he was ambitious, as everyone could clearly see once he purposely went overboard. "tip the glass when the bubbles stop coming," she joked, tone still equally wry as it'd been when she arrived.


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; line-height: 15px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]"jesus," jemma muttered darkly upon arriving, before departing just as quickly as she'd come to obtain the water that sylmae had asked for, returning with a small ball of moss clamped firmly between her teeth. she carefully placed it near delaney's own maw, nudging it toward her lips in case she couldn't muster enough strength to inch toward it herself. the tribune frowned when she began to retract, however, confused for only a brief moment at the action she took to block out their words before her face cleared in understanding. "whisper, everyone. the noise is affecting her." she warned as she backed away to give sylmae room. she'd lend a hand once she was asked — she knew how she was and she wasn't in the mood to get in a fight, regardless of sylmae engaging first.


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; line-height: 15px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]jemma couldn't help but snort at jadecrown's last remark. he was lucky he wasn't. once jemma learned kineticpup, along with his siblings, was related to her, even by her single surname, she would need to take a minute to rethink the pros and cons of renouncing the harbringer name before actually doing it. she bit back a "i hope i'm not," in response to the lion, instead slowing at his side in silence. "jemma. we've... met." if that was what you could call it. it was the obvious reason for her hesitance — hearing nothing but them in her ears hadn't really been a pleasant experience. it'd been the exact opposite. she wouldn't say it traumatized her, though. that was just taking it too far, and she would never want to come off as offensive by saying the wrong thing. hopefully, this could be different, their official exchange, but she wasn't expecting anything grand once the rest came after virgo.


    "i have a question," she continued after a minute, the inquiry having dawned on her through her brief silence. "i recall you — well, one of you — saying that you had multiple mothers. which of the ones are here with you?" and are there more of you than just here, in scarclan? too many things left unsaid — jemma was smarter than that.


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; line-height: 15px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]faustus. did he receive many visitors? no moments immediately came to mind, but he was popular, so she assumed he'd had at least a couple here and there. constantly pushing herself to do solo patrols was increasing progress — jemma was quickly picking up on landmarks that outsiders were attracted to and when to be there to meet them and ask them the question of the day. there was no need to ask the latter part now that winterspaw had answered for himself. she managed to catch it from a few feet away, and jogged toward the son of her fellow clanmate, her russet form meeting his monochromatic figure on the other side of the border. "jemma," she uttered, cracking her neck before giving him a once-over. "he'll probably be here soon. he's about as good as i am keeping up with the borders." emphasis on about, but she wouldn't point that out. "you got a name?"


    (NINJA'D RIP


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; line-height: 15px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]there are whispers in the streets. ones that talk logic, ones that say an earthquake of that magnitude isn't possible, that the city's too far away from a fault line for it to have been as cataclysmic as it was. it isn't possible that there are no casualties, one person says. it isn't possible that only one building has suffered from it, another responds. she would cut in saying they're being selfish, that they should be grateful everyone in the bank had made it out alive, that they should be grateful the whole block isn't in ruins. but she can't blame them. she hasn't quite gotten a handle on the whole "going rogue" deal yet, and because of how slow she's been, she's left behind a messy trail for the authorities, for them, to follow. and they're catching up. she can sense it in the air. every corner she turns only brings them closer, because she hesitates every single time, afraid to just charge around and crash straight though whatever is in that blindspot. she doesn't want innocent people to deal with her fallout. it's her weakness. jemma's on a collision course, and she tries, but only skids in an attempt to halt, stop. she can't. she's on the run. the action is in the name.


    they still haven't found her safe house yet, her refuge. she's encountered more of them down the road, more like her. she knows she should bring them to him, because he's good. of course she knows that. she's known that for years. but at the same time, it doesn't feel right, betraying the trust of all her new friends by giving away their location. it would only take one breadcrumb, but she wasn't going to risk it, risk pitting them all back into nonexistence. there's a home built from the ruins she came across weeks ago, and she sees smiles on faces that have never felt that stretch of muscle before. they're an element of danger, but tucked away, the world can sleep another night.


    the ground shakes, announcing jemma's entrance, but everyone is used to it by now. they know of her powers, of the earthquakes that shoot from her wrists. she leaps in through a long-ago shattered window of one of the top floors of the vacated complex they rule over, a large duffel in her possession. she tosses it to the floor, the loose zipper opening to reveal stacks of cash. a breath escapes her as she surveys the empty room, and she frowns, brief confusion displayed lightly on her facial features. she runs a hand through her short, brown curls as she presses forward, peeking into one of the rooms only to find it empty. she goes down the hall and quakes open a few more of them, all with the same result. finally, she puts her hands on her hips and calls out: "it's quake, guys. i'm home."


    (tl;dr inhumans are basically super-powered people from the marvel comics, but in this thread, they're runaways that live in an abandoned building. you can choose any power you'd like + have a code name/inhuman name for your character if you'd like, i just thought i'd make a little something against all the private threads on the board currently


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; line-height: 15px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]that sounded horrible. jemma was about to offer her condolences respectfully to whoever had passed to the serval when she heard her other question. of course. it was good to hear she'd — he'd, she corrected herself as well — come back, but resurrections had always been a strange concept to her. powers were already stretching her limits, but she would refrain from interrogating further on how it'd happen, retaining her reverent aura. "that's good to hear," she finally commented, attempting to make her tone lighter upon noticing the tic that came about when the auxiliary paladin mentioned the deputy. they were close, she observed. "we'll make sure to pass on the news. thank you for coming, by the way. do you need anything for your trip back — food, water?"


    [justify][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; line-height: 15px; font-size: 8pt; font-family: arial;]everything about this shook jemma's bones violently, a vivid reminder that was she did was far different from what faustus was doing now. there was a line, and she knew she wasn't the one to cross it. the tribune appeared soundlessly beside cotton, her mouth hanging open and locked in a horrified gape. no breath left her until a long minute later, cold and loud and shattering. "stu..." she beckoned, taking a single step forward, but it almost looked like it were half in reverse, in the direction of an escape. "stu, get behind cotton and i. let faustus have a moment." maybe he wasn't too young to be seeing this, but she felt the need to do something. she respected the paradigm, but suddenly it'd become her priority to protect her clanmates. and right now, the saber-toothed feline before them was not one of them.