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@gothic_dragon: @joe_locke

She could feel her blood pulsating throughout her body, boiling, even as it continued to ooze out of the holes on her body. Between the yelling and the threats, she had almost forgotten why she came her, Nathan. He was speaking, breathing, and it seemed like these two people had helped him. But the gun being pointed at her wasn’t agreeing with her too well at the moment. All she could think about, was the five different ways she could take out both of the threats before her simultaneously. But like a true Golden Dragon, he stood in between the two, causing the trained assassin to visibly scowl at him. While she was relieved to see him standing, she wanted to punch him in the throat right about now.

“Jin Shen, he’s behind this?” With a grunt she lowered her arms, retracting the blades back into their protector as she got into a more neutral stance. She wasn’t aware of the petty wars that were going on in Shangri-La. She had separated herself from her home land the moment she took up the family mantle of Homicide, and never looked back. “Your friends,” She motioned to Nathan's injuries, “came to pay me a visit after a job, looking for you. For some reason, they thought we were still in contact.” She motioned to her own injuries, giving a sadistic half grin. The two hadn’t spoken to each other for years, let alone seen each other. Yet people still associated the two with each other. It seemed the stories of their achievements together were still talk of the land. “I came here to find you, to warn you but I found the bloodbath you left behind at the psych facility. So, I tracked you down here, thinking you were captured.” Her eyes shift towards the two other people in the room. “But it seems I was wrong.” The trained homicidal warrior admitted to her wrong assumption, but refused to apologize for her prior actions. "It does seem strange that the great Golden Dragon needed rescuing." She taunted Nathan before crossing her arms tightly across her chest. "Where are the other members of your club?" She asked, referring to the other Divine Beasts before her eyes shift over to Joe. "How did you get mixed up in this mess?"

@gothic_dragon: @joe_locke

“P-please, I’ll double your pay! I-I can do it, I have the money for it! Do you know who I am!?” A rather pudgy man cried out as his body backed up against a wall, fear in his dark brown eyes as dripped down his face.

He was Gary Kontaxis, slumlord of one of the apartment complex here in Gothic City. But not the apartments they were currently standing in, oh no, he profited off of the struggles of the people and instead of listening to them and making the slums livable, a small group of them gathered together and hired her, Homicide. She wasn’t trying to turn a new leaf, she wasn’t trying to be a hero for the people, this was just another job. Just another job that would satisfy her greed and bloodlust for a couple of days at least. Just another life she would take. Just another blood stain on the ground. And soon to be another group of satisfied customer.

She stood silently, her cobalt eyes staring downward at him and without warning she plugged her blade right into the squealing pigs chest. The man gave a final gasp of air as his hands wrapped themselves around her wrist, his eyes widen as they looked at her with terror, realizing that his life was actually coming to an end. Forcefully pulling the teeth of her blade from his chest, his skin grew pale as he began giving a gurgling cough, his crimson fluids being brought up from between his lips as he was also standing in a pool of his own blood. His body began to slide down the wall, leaving a streak of blood on the building as his last breath escaped from his chest. Shaking the blood off her blade Homicide still stayed silent, her face emotionless under her mask as she began making her way out of the apartment.

Walking out of the building, the hot summer wind of Gothic ruffling her brown hair as she took a breath of the polluted night air. It was time to go home… or so she thought. She felt it in the wind, the shifting in the air, it was all too familiar as her eyes widen in surprise. A blade whistled downward towards her as she rose her right hand upward, her Vernichtung Klingen clashing with another blade as sparks flashed before her as a ninja dressed in raven black attar came downward at her from the sky before several more landed all around her.

“Where is the Golden Dragon?!” The leader spoke up, his face covered in black cloth as his dull brown eyes glared at her.

The Golden Dragon? That was a name she hadn’t heard in over eight years, an entire lifetime ago, a life she had actually forgotten about. But how did they find her? Probably the same way she could find The Golden Dragon if she wanted to. But why were they after him? What happened? They didn't seem like they were looking for him to have some tea with him. These were trained to kill him. She was taken back by the question, but her features stayed as cold as stone. She rolled her shoulders as her eyes quickly scanned the area. One-Two-Three-Four-Five-Ten… ten? That’s it? How insulting. “You shouldn’t be worrying about the Golden Dragon right now.”

Half an hour later

The engines roar echoed through the city night as she searched throughout the city. Never in her current life would she think she would be tracking him down. To use the ability she harnessed all those years ago. If this was anyone else, she would have let them fend for themselves. But this was Nathan… damn it Nathan, what did you do? She managed to fight off her attackers easy enough, but not without receiving some battle wounds of her own. Arrowheads were still lodged in her body as shurikens still embedded themselves in her arms. Her body would heal itself with time, right now she had to hurry, they were after him.

Her first she stopped lead her to a psychiatric ward, but police were already on the case scattered throughout the area, trying to piece together the crime scene. Several dead bodies laid out throughout the area, all dressed in black, the same as the ones who attacked her. Nathan was here, there was no doubt. He put up a fight, as always, but there was so much blood around the area… it didn’t belong to just the dead… some was his as well.

She could feel his aura growing stronger as she began closing in on his location, it leading her in front of a home. He was here, she felt it. Killing the engine she kicked her stand as she began making her way towards the door, her boots stomped on the cemented ground, not worrying about being quiet as she walked up to the door.

"I need to get the hell out of here. My friends need me, my people need me."

Instantly she recognized his voice. She leaned her body back as she rose her right foot into the air before slamming it forcefully against the lock the door, stomping it open as she threw her arms back, the teeth of her Vernichtung Klingen being exposed as she snarled at those she assumed were keeping Nathan captive. “NATHAN!” she yelled out, anger bellowing in her voice as her eyes spotted two individuals inside with him. Her bloody boots planted themselves firmly on the ground, her back hunched forward like a feral animal ready for the attack. They didn't’ seem like anyone from Shangri-La, but she couldn’t afford to think otherwise, especially as they stood over a heavily wounded Golden Dragon. “Let him go!” The crimson covered woman growled at the man and woman, taking a hostile step forward.

@thunderwave: hostage cookie won't work with Homicide :P nice try though

Oh, had no idea lol must have been the time I was away.

@thunderwave: Just out of spite, I won't join :P

I don't even remember how the old wildcard cv team worked lol was there one after Prime? Cause I only remember the one with prime YEAAAAAAAAARS ago.

@thunderwave:

Nooooooope

Wildcards the old CV team or the actual Marvel team?