An old mansion far from the outskirts of the city on a property large enough to hold a private airstrip. This is not only where Tristan Eaton usually lives but it also serves as one of the locations of his organization. Far beneath the ground is an enormous facility designed to contain creatures and objects deemed hazardous to humanity.
First Level The House
Foyer
Garage/Hangar
N/A
Tristan's Office/ Room
Jasmine's Room
Dining Room
Library
Second Level
Training hall
Third Level Site 13 Secure Containment & Research
Kennels (Caution: Something is loose)
Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 4:02 pm
Suki the Siren
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╔════════════⊰☠⊱════════════╗ Tristan• Eaton ~"Care to make a deal with the Devil?"~ ╚════════════⊰☠⊱════════════╝
Tristan was silent as the limo drove through miles of untouched forest up to a security gate where a surly looking guard tapped the window next to Tristan's head . "Hey! This is private property ,you'll have to-" the guard helped and stumbled back as Tristan's hound stuck its muzzle through the cracked window and snarled "A-apologies sir! I didn't realize it was you, welcome back!" The visibly shaken man hurried to his station and opened gate allowing the limo to continue down the smoothly paved road. "Ah there it is" Tristan said with a smile. As the vehicle rolled up to the circular driveway Tristan pointed out the window to an enormous mansion where two men in suits stood waiting at the door.
Company: Tristan Thoughts: We aren't in Kansas anymore... Location: Mansion
[Jasmine Onsan][Spiritualist][Villain]
Jasmine couldn't help but look on in awe at the mansion as they pulled up to the gate. The guards immediately opened the gates once they realized Tristan was the requesting entry. That man definitely knew how to strike fear into people, at least the dogs did anyway. Jasmine stepped out of the car with her belongings that they had picked up on the way here. She followed Tristan inside of the Manor and was shown to her room that he had so kindly set aside for her. Jasmine smiled as her eyes were met with a lovely crimson red and artistic design that matched her home in Japan. She mindlessly let herself drop on to the silk sheets and just reveled in them. It had been so long since she had seen or even touched a real bed. The young girl had almost forgotten what they felt like. Soft, fluffy, and soothing. Part of her wished to never leave this place, but she knew that fate would deal otherwise. She quickly snapped out of her daze and situated her things in the drawers before going out to find Tristan. In this big home she was surprised she was able to maneuver through it with such confidence. One could get lost for an eternity if they weren't careful. To believe all of this belonged to one man. He was so kind to allow her to share a piece of his world. She would be sure to repay him in the future for his graciousness. The asian beauty soon found him near the entrance looking as if he were about to leave. "Is there anything I can help you with sir?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 2:40 pm
Suki the Siren
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╔════════════⊰☠⊱════════════╗ Tristan• Eaton ~"Care to make a deal with the Devil?"~ ╚════════════⊰☠⊱════════════╝
Tristan looked up from the tray one of his butlers was holding out to him as Jasmine appeared around a corner and smiled. "I" he said as he took one of the large handguns from the butler , checked the ammunition, and slipped inside his jacket "Am going out of town for a bit. An event in Metropolis has a few of my workers a bit unnerved so I'm going to check it out personally" He took the other handgun and examined it the same as he had the first and slipped that into his jacket as well "I shouldn't be gone too long , only a few hours or so. You're free to explore the house as you wish and the servants will bring whatever you ask . The elevator in the third hallway will take you to the organization. Just keep away from the kennels while I'm gone" The man smiled again and tousled Jasmine's hair as he walked by her towards the hangar where a small private jet sat waiting for him on the runway behind the manor -exit to Metropolis-
Company: My memories Thoughts: One day....I'll have my revenge. Location: Mansion - Personal Quarters
[Jasmine Onsan][Spiritualist][Villain]
Jasmine's traveled down to the floor as Tristan made it known that her help was uneeded. She understood. A man as powerful as him would not require her help very often. Her hand raised ever so slightly to wave goodbye as the man exited the building. Jasmine turned on her heels and headed back in the direction of her room. She might as well get some rest while she had the chance. Jasmine entered her room and shut the door. She looked the room over once more before sitting on the bed. One could never be to careful in situations like this. For all she knew, Tristan could be out to kill her. Her amber orbs traveled to the nightstand near the bed. On it laid a angelic white fan. Jasmine picked up the sacred weapon as a tear traveled down her face. "What's happened to me?" She asked herself quietly as her mind began to traverse a territory she wished to keep locked away and forgotten.
A man called out as multiple soldiers dashed through the forest of Yamatai, the mythical island once ruled by a shaman queen. These soldiers were low level operatives of the LoA. Most of them were once like Jasmine, shipwrecked survivors who unfortunately got caught up in the League of Assassins' plan for a new world. Jasmine had not been so easy to brainwash. She may have been desperate to survive, but she had seen what these monsters were doing. She would have no part in this chaos. Now the asian girl was on the run, anxious to get of this island. Jasmine was so close this time. If only she could make it to the shore. As of right now, she was hiding in an destroyed little hut that was once apart of a small village that resided here. All she had to do was stay quiet until the men passed....'Too late...' She held back tears as a beam from a flashlight passed over her.
'Come out, slowly.' The man beckoned to Jasmine who came out with her hands up. The man quickly grabbed her right arm in a vice grip before pushing her up against the hut's wall. 'You know how much hell you've put me through?! I suppose your gonna have to learn the hard way.' Her amber orbs traveled to the gun in his hand, praying he would not turn it on her. She felt the cold steel brush against her cheek as he looked her in the eye. 'So innocent...but not for long.' The soldier began kissing Jasmine's neck and playing with her chest. It was at that moment that Jasmine saw her window of opportunity. See, no one ever expects the kitten to become the ferocious tiger, but when a creature' survival is in jeopardy; anything is possible. With him in the crook of her neck, his neck was exposed. Jasmine opened her mouth and bit down hard on it. The man let out a wale as the realization of what was happening hit him. Jasmine quickly snatched the gun out of his hand in the confusion. Now the shoe was on the other foot.
'What? You gonna shoot me?!' He ran towards her and jumped on top of her. Kaboom! The sound of gunfire rang out into the night air as Jasmine's finger pulled the trigger. The soldier's body lay lifeless on top of her, his blood spilling out of the wound she caused. Jasmine frantically pushed the male off of her. The smell of blood was thick in the air. Her hands began to shake as she looked at the gun in her hand. She killed 23 more men that night. She was able to out think them, and out perform them in every way. Ra's Al Ghul knew she was the one he had been waiting for. The soldier was right; the once innocent girl was no more, and a void was left in her place.
Jasmine laid her head on a pillow and quietly began crying herself to sleep. "I will have my revenge. He has not broken me yet." She clasped the fan close to her chest as she drifted off to sleep.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 5:50 pm
Suki the Siren
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((NPC Time)) The door to Jasmine's room squeaked a bit as it slowly opened to allow a tall skinny man and a tanned young woman to poke their heads in to check on the girl. "Do you think it's-" the girl began before being shushed by the man "Quiet! It doesn't matter if it's her or not, what matters is that she'd here now and we serve her!" he hissed "Well then why did you even come if you don't care?" the girl sulked as she stared at the prone form of the manor's new resident.
Company: Servants Thoughts: No privacy Policy, hm? Location: Mansion - Personal Quarters
[Jasmine Onsan][Spiritualist][Villain]
Jasmine's eyes cut like daggers over to the door as she heard the whispers of unfamiliar voices. The assassin snatched a blade from out of the drawer of her nightstand and tossed it towards the door. The blade landed with a thud into the door. She meant only to strike fear in who ever it was that was invading her privacy. Jasmine rose from the bed with her fan flipped open. "I suggest you knock next time." Jasmine glared as she opened the door to the two...servants?
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 3:15 pm
Suki the Siren
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"Jesus!"the young woman fell backwards a the blade embedded itself in the door "I told you" the man muttered as Jasmine opened the door. "I'm terribly sorry about this Miss, the girl has poor manners I'm afraid" the man cleared his throat a He snapped to attention and bowed to Jasmine "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Franklin humble butler of the Eaton House since '44" an odd statement considering the man himself only appeared to be in his thirties. "And I'm Nadia!" The tanned woman said as she rolled onto her back and pushed herself into an impressive handspring which she landed quite nicely. She fixed her large purple eyes on Jasmine and smiled "I've only been here two years myself but I'm the best at taking care of the doggies!"
Company: Servants Thoughts: Maybe I wasn't clear the first time... Location: Mansion - Personal Quarters
[Jasmine Onsan][Spiritualist][Villain]
Jasmine eyed the pair with lifeless expression as they spoke. A half smile creeped into her features as she bowed back to the butler, whose appearance belied his age. Jasmine tensed up when she saw Nadia flip up in an acrobatic manner. The adrenaline was pumping through her veins, and she couldn't quite figure out why. Something was off putting about these two. Right now, Jasmine didn't have the energy to find out. It was bad enough she had her own personal demons to deal with. Now she had tweedle dee and tweedle lou getting her all hyped. The two seemed nice enough but... "Pleasure to meet you both." Jasmine stated plainly before pushing her raven locks out of her face. "If you don't mind, I would like to get some rest...alone." The asian girl was unsure how to place this gently, since if she were back on the island these two would already have their throats slit open.
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 2:29 pm
Suki the Siren
"Yes ma'am ,sorry to disturb you missus Jasmine!" Nadia smiled and bowed before hurrying down the hall to tend to her duties "If there's ever anything you need please let us know, it is our duty to serve you as we do Mr.Eaton." Franklin said as he adjusted his glasses before turning to look at a painting of a somewhat younger looking Tristan, a red haired woman of the same age and a happy looking little girl with long wavy hair in a gothic style dress nestled in the crook of Tristan's arm. "You know ,before you came here the master was in a deep depression. He rarely ate or slept , he only seemed to want to work to stave off his loneliness after losing his beloved wife and daughter. " He turned to face Jasmine again "But you seem to have brought a bit of a smile back to him, I wonder why. Ah but listen to me prattle on, should you be hungry after waking the kitchen is the opposite hallway to us in the foyer, a chef will gladly make what you like, and there's a training hall th level below"
Perhaps he overstayed his welcome at that burger joint. But he doesn’t really care as he’s satisfied his hunger and managed to piss off the d-bag of a manager. Shoving his hands in his jean pockets, Johnny paced his walk until he was in the outskirts of Gotham. He needed to transform back to Shazam without causing a commotion and it was probably about time he got back to Kansas. School starts in the morning for him. Unfortunately, this wouldn’t be the case as his brisk walk brought him in the presence of a large manor. The word large being extremely inadequate in this scenario. ”Now what do we have here?” Johnny asked with a devilish smirk.
Another monstrous manor in the middle of the woods, when does that ever spell good news? Curious, the teen slung his fur lined hoodie over his head and proceeded onto the property. The fact that he may be walking into something he couldn’t handle completely flew over his head. Johnny thought about being too tired for academics tomorrow, but he’d be damned if he let school come over an adventure. Besides, what if there’s something seriously wrong going on here? There was no way in hell he’d pass up this opportunity to have fun and accidentally miss class.
Maneuvering his way through the yard, Johnny couldn’t help but acknowledge how nasty the place seemed. The roots of plants were growing rampant and the fog just made him feel creeped out… fortunately it entices him to continue. By the time he reached the side of the house, he had to admit security was surprisingly lackluster. He had yet to encounter an employee and even more so, the gates were left open. Perhaps he had been wrong. Perhaps the place was abandoned after all.
Looking up, the teen noticed a bleak light escaping a window from the side of the house he hid. ”So, who's in there?” he asked himself. With each hand gripping a large vine entangled with the structure, Johnny slowly scaled up the side of the wall and peaked in the window. Centered in the room was a girl with an ominous aura. She seemed imprisoned to Johnny, maybe even sad. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something simply wasn’t right. Though it would be obvious to refrain from communicating with the girl, Johnny was far from being the smartest… or quietest – especially when someone piqued his interest.
Tapping his left index finger on the glass he attempted to get the girl’s attention. ”Hey,” he said with a smile when he finally caught her notice, ”how’s it goin’?”
Suki the Siren
Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 1:24 pm
Company: Johnny O'Reilly Thoughts: What business do you have here peasant?! Location: Mansion - Personal Quarters
[Jasmine Onsan][Spiritualist][Villain]
Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief as she closed the door and the servants finally left. She appreciated their kindness but she really needed her rest. It was rare when she actually got to focus on just herself, and her thoughts. Which the girl needed to keep her own sanity. Jasmine leaned against the door, letting herself be lulled back into those thoughts. For once, they were happy. This man who had taken her in had a family at one point in time. A wife. A daughter. With both of them gone, it came as a surprise to see him so composed. But as the servants said, he wasn't truly happy again, until now. It was because of her. Jasmine patted her face, and rubbed down her hair in awe. To think that someone needed her as much as she wanted to be needed. It was heartwarming to say the least. A smile adorned the asian beauty's features for only a moment as a figure stepped into the view of her window.
Her smile dropped and Jasmine glared at the man with intensity. What was he doing up here?! Is this what people did over here in America; just climb in people's trees? It was more then sketchy considering the mansions, and estates were farther away from the gloomy, populated part of the city. When he called to her so casually, she decided it would be best not to kill him. He may have actually been just a boy to curious for his own good. Of course, the trained assassin was not taking that chance. Jasmine performed a lunge roll over to her Bow and quickly nocked a sealing arrow. She aimed it at him, holding her bow steadily. "Come inside now, stranger, and state your business. If you do anything more, I will shoot you." Jasmine stated boldly, her accent poking through.
The only word that crossed Johnny’s mind was “sh-t” as the girl he thought was so innocent readied her bow and arrow at his head. Instinctively, he ducked his head in fear of being shot but popped it back up when she told him come in. ”What the hell is the matter with you?” he inquired while pushing the pane open. Johnny was a little taken by shock, but of course he never realized he was being the weirdo in this scenario. ”Do you usually do this kind of sh-t or am I just unlucky?” Johnny added with an antagonizing smile. Noting her ability of combat when she readied herself, Johnny quickly deduced the manor was as sketchy as he previously thought.
Allowing himself in, Johnny pulled himself up onto the window sill and threw his legs into the room. Remaining seated on the sill, he took a look around the room and admired its décor while completely forgetting about the danger present. ”Cool room,” the American teen complimented. He never had a chance to actually see a room furnished culturally and he was genuinely interested. When his eyes finished searching the room, they arrested themselves on the girl again. She was easily one of the most beautiful he had ever seen and it still never truly donned on him that she may actually kill him.
”You know, bows aren’t really that welcoming,” he commented, insinuating for her to lower her weapon. Of course, he really didn’t expect her to comply but Johnny didn’t want to ‘power up’ unnecessarily. When the girl asked him to state his business, he casually ignored it and instead chose to deflect the question with a ridiculous answer. ”I just happened to be in the neighbourhood, you know…?” he replied.
”You know, you’re kind of cute,” Johnny added in boldly. He popped himself off the sill and slowly paced around the room once again looking around. He could still feel her arrow tracking his every move but he knew she wasn’t going to take the shot without a reason. ”But if you really want to know why I’m here… It looked like you could use a little company,” he jeered semi-jokingly.
Suki the Siren
Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 4:41 pm
Company: Johnny O'Reilly Thoughts: Hm? Location: Mansion - Personal Quarters
[Jasmine Onsan][Spiritualist][Villain]
Jasmine kept her eyes like daggers on the male. Did he think this was some kind of game?! Jasmine may seem like your docile wallflower, but she never bluffed. His bullshit of an answer only served to piss her off further. "Neither is peeping in people's windows like a pervert." Jasmine rebutted with a hushed swiftness. She was beginning to think all of this was a conspiracy. The servants had pestered her randomly, and now this was happening. Although the boy seemed innocent enough, Jasmine wasn't buying it. She had spent enough time with the LoA to see through ruses. There was always that chance that he was a friend of Tristan's. Either way she had nothing to lose, but her life. And that would not fly. Johnny's flirtatious remarks brought on a rosy blush to Jasmine's cheeks, to which she quickly countered. "Flattery is not going to help you, now I suggest you answer the question truthfully. My finger is starting to slip." The shaman threatened. This boy didn't understand the level of hell her nerves have gone through. She was on edge constantly like a crack addict, except her addiction was to her own survival. Anything, and everything was the enemy unless or until it was proven otherwise. Johnny was still taking this way too jokingly, and she was prepared to wipe that smirk off his face. As soon as he began pacing, she released the arrow in one quick breath. The arrow flew past his face and struck the wall next to him. She nocked another arrow with haste as she aimed at him again.
"I thought I told you not to move. Hopefully I have made myself clear, right?" Jasmine's tone was icy as she stood up from her crouched position. Now that the realness of the situation had been brought to Johnny's attention, Jasmine felt she could carry on without the need of her weapon. Besides, if he did try anything, she would snap his neck before he could even blink. Jasmine laid down the bow, and arrow before moving in closer to him. Her long, jet black hair flowed behind her as she brushed past him to retrieve the arrow from the wall. Jasmine examined the arrow, remembering that life could be taken with a single flick of her wrist. His words, before she shot the arrow, resonated with her. She did want a little company, albeit from someone like Tristan. Someone she knew, and trusted. Deep down she knew it would bite her in the butt for actually giving into her silly emotions, but she was lonely. Maybe Jonathan could help Tristan in the future? Amber orbs locked into his as she spoke. "This is not my home, but it belongs to my adoptive father. We are not like the ordinary family," Her eyes fell on the bow as an indication that he knew what she was referring too,"so I must be wary of those who are not him, or myself." Jasmine spoke with a soft, yet refreshing timbre to her voice. "I'm Jasmine."
The Chicago kid widened his eyes in surprise as the arrow he assumed would never launch stuck itself into the wall. ”Jesus… I’m going to die,” he thought. Immediately he realized it wasn’t a good idea to push her comfort zone and he’ll remember to keep more attention. Turning to face her, Johnny caught a good glimpse of her cheeks slightly flushed from his flirty comments. Lethal, cute, or both? A part of him really wanted to turn into Shazam and fly the hell out of there, but he was seriously addicted to the curiosity endowing him.
”Crystal clear,” he said with a joking tone. Oh how his personality will manage to piss off the best of them. But he couldn’t help it. He’s a natural rebel and unable to take orders no matter how serious the situation. Seeing her lower the bow to her bed, it became clear that she was starting to understand Johnny was no immediate threat to her. He seriously meant no harm.
He listened to her explain herself and came to conclude that she was like him… an orphan. Even with her adoptive father, Johnny knows nothing and no one will replace the feel of a real family member. ”Name’s Johnny,” he replied with a playful wink, ”and nobody is ordinary.”
Even though she told him to stand still or risk dying, he slowly made his way to her side while keeping note of her every move. He didn’t fear her – or anybody really. What he loved and what really drove him is the sense of adventure. The risk of her possibly about to snap his neck attracted him to continue being his regular self. ”So you have this huge manor to yourself and your Pops basically. Five bucks says you didn’t explore it all yet,” Johnny signaled for them to explore by nodding his head towards the door.
By now, Jasmine should have definitely caught on to his sheer desire for adventure and Johnny secretly wished she was as curious about the place as him. He smiled, looked her in the eyes confidently and added, ”Come on, it’ll be fun. I’ll even buy you a cheeseburger after.”
