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Din and Silver

Post by dinthalion » Sun Jan 14, 2018 3:05 pm

Rebecca Dahl was in the kitchen, a frying pan in front of her a plate of fresh blueberry pancakes beside her. She was in a good mood and she figured her father would be too. Things had been going well recently and they had another heist planned for tonight.

Taking the skillet off the burner she went over to the intercom system.

“breakfast is ready.” She called.

Atten had been down in his basement workshop and office. He made his way up tablet in tow. He frowned at his oldest daughter as he entered the kitchen.

“Do you really think a heavy breakfast is a good idea, Rebecca?” he asked, “besides shouldn’t you be reviewing the plans and contingencies for this afternoon?”

She looked a little abashed. “Lydia will need her strength. Besides it’s just a bank robbery, we’ve done dozens of those.”

“I don’t need you getting complacent and messing everything up.” He told her, “what if Diamond Bane just happens to be there? Just waiting to haul us all off to prison and collect his reward money. You know very well what they’ll do to you there, what they’ll do to Lydia. And all it would take is you making one mistake, I’m not sure I want to trust my life to you if your not taking this seriously.”

“I’m sorry.” She said, “I’ll look your plans over again. I…”

She put some pancakes and sausage on a plate for him and set it on the table. She went into the other room to get the plans her father had drawn up. By the time she got back he was absorbed in something on his computer. She glanced toward the stairs wondering if she should call Lydia again. It was probaply best to let her sleep if she needed it.
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Post by Silverstag » Sun Jan 14, 2018 5:44 pm

Lydia heard a quiet beep from her room’s intercom and then the call for breakfast. A quiet, sleepy moan escaped the pile of blankets on the bed. Burrowed underneath, the young adult cuddled her body pillow, refusing to open her eyes. In her head, she quietly counted down to getting out of bed. 5 She slowly started to uncurl her body, stretching her legs out. The young telekinesis thought of what she her plans of were for the day.

Breakfast, maybe some lounging, it would be nice to go for a walk…she idley thought. 4. Maybe, some time with Rebecca. She concluded as she started to move more. 3 “Oh…Right. We have a heist today.” Lydia mummered. She didn’t know how she felt about the day yet. A small knot twisted in her stomach.

She always got nervous in the morning. All she could think was Diamond getting some good damage on her last time. He hits with such force, that it made her want to move further away from the whole area. Maybe, he won’t show up this time. She hoped as she forced herself to sit up. 2 A mess of curls stuck in all directions as she rolled her head, stretching her neck from side to side.

“Rebecca will be there. I’ll be safe.” She reassured herself as she stretched her arms and smiled at the softly lit room. 1. The room was simple. A desk, computer, her queen-sized bed shoved in the corner to make some space in the middle. Feeling refreshed, Lydia slipped out of the bed. Without much thought, the blankets and pillows organized themselves to be neat and proper on the mattress. Moving over to the mirror, she grabbed a hair tie from the bed stand and managing her hair into a loose bun. Shrugging at her reflection she didn’t care much on her appearance. Placing a over sized sweater over her t-shirt and sleep shorts, Lydia shuffled slowly out of the room.

After a few minutes, she finally made her way into the kitchen. A fragrant smell lingered in the room, and it made Lydia break into a smile. “Oooh! Pancakes! Oh these are my favorite!” She exclaimed as she sauntered over to her sister and hugged her.

Releasing her older sister, she then grabbed a plate and helped herself. A few pancakes and a sausage was plenty for the slender girl. Lydia hummed as she drizzled syrup over it. “Morning Father.” She chimed quietly as she took her first bite. Not giving him enough time, she turned over to the older sister and gave another smile. “Thank you for breakfast! It’s delicious!”

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Re: Din and Silver

Post by dinthalion » Thu Jan 18, 2018 4:18 am

Rebecca beamed at her sister’s complement but immediately looked back at the paperwork in front of her when the hug was over. Atten just grunted at her hello.



“don’t eat too much.” He told her, “And as soon as your done you and your sister need to go over the plans. Make sure you know exactly where your supposed to be in all the contingencies and understand the layout. Memorize the photos. You made too many mistakes last time. Any mistakes from either of you could get us captured or killed. There will be consequences if things don’t go as I laid them out.”



Rebecca played nervously with her fork. She hadn’t thought things had gone that badly last time. Most of their ‘mistakes’ had been caused by Diamond Bane. They hadn’t been able to execute everything exactly as laid out with him in the way. But their father had played back the surveillance tape, he’d pointed out each bad decision they had made, and each one led to a shock. He had embedded metal plates in each of them in multiple spots. He could administer anything from a small tingle, or momentary shock to an electric pulse strong enough to temporarily paralyze them and leave a lingering headache for days. Rebecca didn’t doubt his punishments were fair. After all they were doing important work, taking money and valuables away from greedy and exploitive corporations like banks and museums and tech companies to stop them from doing any more harm to the environment or stealing anything more from ordinary people. Rebecca wanted to be better, more powerful so that someday she could continue her father’s life work. With Lydia of course. Often she was more concerned with protecting Lydia then she was of even protecting herself.



After breakfast she left the dishes in the sink, a pet peeve of hers but she would have to clean them up latter. They only had an hour or so before it would be time to leave. She motioned her sister to follow her into the living room where she spread out the pictures on the table.



“I’ll make my way over here before father starts.” She said pointing to a spot near the loan officers waiting area. “Where I can see you and father and the door.”



“Where will you be positioned when we start? And what do you need to do as soon as I get the field up?” she asked as if she were reading a flashcard and helping her sister study for a test.
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Re: Din and Silver

Post by Silverstag » Sun Jan 21, 2018 3:54 am

Lydia had the fork halfway to her mouth when her father commented about eating too much. She paused, her bright eyes flickered over at him and instantly, she held her breathe. Waiting for a shock. He reprimanded her lightly for previous mistakes on the last mission. She flinched and then a strong rebellious spark flared in her. Squashing it immediately, she defiantly ate the bit of pancake on her fork. Chewing slowly, to allow her time to think about what he said, she continued to eat with her eyes downcast. “Of course, Father.”

The youngest sister, continued to eat her food, but at the end she a portion left on her plate. She didn’t want to get too full on a mission. Her father did have a point. If she didn’t mess up, they could have been more successful. The last thing she wanted was Rebecca to be in danger due to her lack of concentration. Lydia cared for Rebecca more than anyone else she had known. Of course, her knowledge of people was slim, but if she had to choose, she would choose Rebecca.

Once she was finished, she stood up and slid the uneaten portion in the trash. Setting the used plate and utensils in the sink, she looked over to her sister. “Ready when you are!” She said cheerfully. Lydia tried to not let her father get completely in her head. She needed her own headspace today. If she didn’t have total control on her thoughts, she would lose control on the mission. Her body tensed thinking about the repercussions of her failing again. She despised the electricity that would run its course through her body as her punishment. Unconsciously, her slender hand touched where one of the thin triangle plate that was closest to her hand.

Blinking quickly, she realized was still standing at the sink and her sister and gone into the living room. Forcing herself into a happier state of mind, she skipped out of the kitchen. Entering the living room, she slid over to table in a silly fashion. Although she tend to be more up beat and silly at home, her attitude was serious. She rested her hands on the table and leaned over the pictures of the bank. Scanning over them as Rebecca pointed out where she would be.

“Hmmm…” She pondered out loud as her sister quizzed her. She never minded that Rebecca did it this way. It helped her more than not. It made her feel like it was a game in a way and she was studying to beat it. She pointed where the line of people usually stand. “I’ll be in the line before Father comes in. “ Lydia looked over the images again and recalled what the next step is. “Once the field is up, tear the cameras out and then remove the weapons from security’s person?” She asked, trying to remember the steps still. Lydia tried her best but she sometimes would do the wrong step first.

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Re: Din and Silver

Post by dinthalion » Sun Feb 04, 2018 7:33 am

Rebecca nodded.

“I’ll have you shielded the whole time.” She went on. “There should be guards here, here and here.”

She pointed as she recited.

“But I’ll keep my eyes open for other guards”

The two of them continued to quiz each other and go over the plan until it was time to leave.

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The bank was quite at drive from their house. Atten drove, not speaking much. Rebecca sat in the front wondering to herself when and how to ask him if maybe soon he could teach her to drive. The last time she’d asked he’d listed all the ways she was too immature, too careless and not intelligent enough to be trusted with a motor vehicle. It had hurt her feelings enough she had been afraid to ask again, but that had been a couple years ago, maybe now he would see how much she’d grown up. The thoughts of proving herself only intensified the nervousness she always felt before a heist.

The girls were dressed in civilian clothes, wigs and heavy makeup to help hide their identities. Their father of course, would be in his costume. He liked to take center stage and put on a show. Which was fine with Rebecca, she didn’t like to get much attention in public, the things they said on the news about Electron and his girls were cruel. The talking heads that would yell about how they needed to be caught, who argued about how best to punish them, the lies they told about them. The ‘funny’ late night skits portraying them as dolts or worse. Atten seemed to bask in watching the coverage, pointing out all the lies they told, laughing at their anger and pointing out to his daughters all that was wrong with the outside world, how intolerant and uninviting it seemed.

Rebecca walked in to the bank and nonchalantly took her place by the wall. She looked around to make sure everything was like they prepared for. And like they always things started to move fast. Electron burst though the door. She put up her forcefield as all the people went down. One field in front of each guard. But a shot fired from somewhere. She didn’t have time to do anything as she saw a man with his weapon aimed at Lydia. She was able to get a field up before he fired again but it took her a moment to realize with relief he had missed her sister. An arc shot from a nearby outlet, shocking the gunman to the ground but Rebecca was shaken now. This had slowed everything down, they needed to move fast before a heron showed up.
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Post by Silverstag » Thu Feb 08, 2018 4:37 pm

Lydia half sat, half slouched against the back-passenger door of the car. Her curly hair was neatly tucked under a long blonde wig. Her legs tucked up on the seat, she seemed lost to the world. Her sunglasses hid her eyes, although you could tell she was staring into the passing scenery by the blank expression on her face. Headphones settled over the wig, music thumped through the speakers. On drives into the city for a mission, the aspiring villain zoned out in the back trying to clear her mind of nerves and emotions. Music was one of the few things that allowed her to escape from her world. Listening to electronic music playlist on her phone, she unconsciously was braiding the wig into a single plait over her shoulder.

As they pulled into the planned spot for the vehicle, she methodically took the headphones off, tucked them and the phone under the seat. Breathe in, breath out. Silently, Lydia instructed herself. She had to keep herself in check. Otherwise, she would mess up and get them all injured or worse someone killed. After a minute or two Rebecca walked into the bank, Lydia followed. Pretending to be a citizen that needed to deposit money, she got in line for the tellers.

It felt like seconds later, she heard the slam of the doors as her farther made his entrance. Innocent people dropped to the ground and Lydia stood where she was, hands raised in front of her, fingers outstretched. She felt her power work as security cameras flew out of the walls and smashed into the ground. It was a few seconds later, her bright eyes focused on the security guards. A loud bang echoed across the tiled floors when she felt her hoodie rip on her left side by her rib cage. Lydia’s left hand flew to the tear, trying to feel where the pain would be. Fuck! Her eyes darted to the man who shot at her, and thrusted her right hand towards him, the gun ripped out of his hands as he fell from a electric arc. Too Slow. Damn it. The youngest sister felt no blood on her left hand.

Acting quickly, she raised her other hand to the second guard and stripped him of his weapons. She used the gun as a blunt weapon and knocked him out by a blow to the back of the head. The guard slumped onto the ground. She felt a twinge of guilt for the pain she inflicted on him. Immediately, squashing down the feeling, she made eye contact with Rebecca ready for the next stage. Where Electron actually steals what he came for. Shifting her position, she kept an eye on the front door, watching the exit for any new comers.

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Fred growled as he meticulously rotated the dial on his dispatch radio in his studio flat. The fuzzy static crackled and finally he got the station to tune in. Chatter quietly filled the place as he sat back in his dining chair. Leaning back on the two back legs of the chair, he balanced himself as he ate his lunch.

A take-out hamburger and fries from the dinner downstairs, he sloppily held it as he focused on the chatter. Today, he felt on edge. It had been a few days since he was able to beat someone to a pulp. The urge to beat some wrong doer seemed to grow through out the years. When he first started the vigilante gig, it was more about justice and a little bit about beating up bad guys. Now ten years later, he enjoys both parts of his job. Satisfying the need for justice that a regular policeman could not achieve and beating the fucker up before tossing him to the cops.
The retired cop took another bite of the hamburger and kept listening. Reports and check ins from patrols, nothing deeming a notice for the vigilante yet. Fred finished his burger in two more bites, crumpled up the wrapper and demolished the fries as he strutted over to his closet. Opening the wardrobe, he inspected inside. On the left was his regular button-down shirts, some work out clothes and slacks. On the right, neatly hung in order was his uniform.

Taking it out, he looked at the cracked mirror that hung on the inside of the wardrobe door. The uniform was silver and black. Short sleeves and form fitting, it was made of bullet proof material. Not that bullets really mattered for Frederick. He slipped on the uniform without hassle.
Since the accident in the laboratory, he never had to worry about bullets or much in weapons cutting into him. The chemicals had seen to mix in his body and created a mutation that allowed him to change his skin into a layer of diamonds. It also gave him superior strength than any other regular man he had known. Only other super heroes showed abilities like this. He had never seen himself like them, where they rely on their powers to get what they want. Fred used them, but he didn’t rely on them. Or at least, he tried not to. He went lengths to make sure his uniform was bullet proof, he had knives and his own weapons on his person in case his powers failed him.

Stretching his right arm in front of him, he watched as his battered fair skin twinkle and then become diamond like in appearance. Flexing his hand and then clenching, he did his usual inspection. He did this every time before he went out on patrol. He inspected every part of his body to make sure it didn’t change from the last time he used his powers.

The silence broke with the radio spitting out codes in a female voice. “Code 10-65-R Buckingham and 3rd Street. Repeat Code 10-65-R.” Frederick smiled. “Seems like my lucky day.” He looked back in the mirror to make sure he looked alright before making his whole body diamond. The diamond surface made his disguised and unidentifiable. Which, Fred felt lucky, he hated masks. 10-65 meant armed robbery. The character R meant superpowers were in at play in the situation. In an robbery case, meant a super villain out for some bank.

Frederick opened the window that led to the fire escape. He intentionally bought a flat downtown, so he had quick access to where most of the crimes happened. It would take him maybe a couple of minutes to hop a few buildings and be down at the intersection. Thinking of the city, he realized that one of the more major banks was on the south east corner. Shutting the window behind him, he quickly made his way to the crime scene.

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Post by dinthalion » Tue Feb 13, 2018 11:58 am

She was supposed to protect Lydia. And she hadn’t. An inch more and her sister could have been killed. All because Rebecca had missed one little detail, one man who wasn’t supposed to be there. But she didn’t have time to think about it now. She had to stay alert. Father had been there to protect Lydia but now Rebecca had to protect them both. She put a forcefield around her father as he moved forward around the cowering civilians.

He motioned Lydia to follow him and help as he headed toward the vaults. Rebecca stepped away from the wall and kept an eye on both them and the door. She scanned the room looking for any signs of a threat. Though it only took 5-10 minutes to clean out a vault, it always seemed like an hour to Rebecca. But things were going well. Everything was smooth.

At least it was at first. She turned her eyes flying to the door as she heard the sound of a woman cheer. And sure enough, there he was, that monster. Diamond Bane

She yelled to her father and sister. She could protect them from any projectiles but couldn't completely stop a strong man from breaking through. she could slow him down with a concentrated force field but it would take all her focus. She felt the same fear and anger she usually felt when seeing someone like him come rising up in her. Why couldn't he just leave them alone? She watched him, trying to predict his moves and keep a field in front of him, she felt the magnetic field as she created it in the air. He might not feel the tingle with his diamond skin but he would feel the resistance in every step forward as the negative charges in the air tried to repel him back. He would have to fight his way through and she would have to keep moving the field to impede him. She bit her lip, eyes focused as she worked.

"Go." Electron growled at Lydia, as if this was her fault. "Crush him with a desk or something then bring the car. I need two minutes."

He continued to stuff his bag, apparently confident his daughters could handle the hero.
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Post by Silverstag » Mon Feb 19, 2018 6:26 am

Rebecca’s yell to them, made her breathe freeze in her lungs. Side glancing back to where they left her Lydia’s face faltered for a few seconds when Electron growled at her to leave. It broke her heart to see that he though that it was her fault that Diamond showed up. How would she have controlled that? She controls objects, she is no where near mind control. Regaining her cool, she squashed the spike of insecurity. Giving a curt nod, she whipped around on her heel and headed back. When she came up to par with Rebecca she whispered what father had told her. “Two minutes till completion. I’ll distract stupid ass, once we are close to done, can you grab the car?” She asked quickly as she focused on items she could use against the super hero. Lydia could handle driving the car, but she knew that Rebecca was better at it. She waited for a response from Rebecca and then continued her slow walk towards the edge of the protective field.

Giving a small growl herself, she focused on Diamond who was still at the front of the bank. Taking her father’s orders literally, she went to work. Moving her hands delicately she focused her mental grip on one of the finance assistant’s desk at the front. Lifting it up, she felt the weight of the desk pull against her. It was weight she could handle but no matter what object she controlled, Lydia would feel the strain on her body. Lifting it up, she didn’t give Diamond Bane much time to react and she vaulted it towards him, aiming at his head.

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Frederick managed to get to the bank within 5 minutes. He gave a brief wave to some cops that were pulling up to the parking lot. Not stopping to speak, he scanned the entrance of the bank. He could see some innocents on the ground through the glass doors. It seemed like there was a few figures in the back. I guess I got a few baddies to beat up then. He stopped out of view from the entrance doors, and peeked in. Seeing no one at the immediate door, he opened the door and slipped in.

It would have been nice to have a quiet entrance but some innocent on the ground noticed and cheered loudly. He sighed quietly. There goes my surprise. He hated innocents sometimes, they tend to get in the way. The only girl who was in the lobby, made eye contact with him and he recognized the resistance in the air immediately. It was one of the girls that worked with Electron. The damn bastards. He took a step and felt like he was trying to move against half-frozen pudding. It was dense and hard work. It left him open for attacks.

With only the one girl, all he had to do is work his way to her and knock her out. It would drop the forces that worked against him. Unfortunately, a few seconds later, he saw a blonde run up to the first girl and speak to him. He couldn’t hear what they were saying but he recognized her as the second of the duo. “Shit.” He murmured to himself as he pushed harder through the field. Hoping that the distraction of someone talking to her, would let him slip through. If he was lucky, he would get a bit closer within a few seconds.

It was then, he heard a heavy object to his left shift in it’s weight. Wood creaked as he tried to duck but instead a large desk splintered against his skin. He didn’t feel much due to his strength and diamond skin. Frederick looked up after the desk fell around him and tried to take a few more steps. The blonde’s hands moved as another desk raised in the air, and slammed into him. The desk, pushed him to the side a few feet as he stumbled against the impact. His eyes focused on them. His mind wandered to who they were. What was their names again? He tried to keep tabs on all he worked against. It seemed like both young women were getting stronger each time he squared off with them. The duo worked well together, pairing each other’s strengths and weaknesses.

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