Reversed World

Raphael Emmerich, man woken out of his time and with good deal of idealism , and Leila Ragnarok, assassin who will stop at nothing to reach her goals, have found their lives entwined together in this world as two most unlikely partners working for mighty, but shady corporation which controls both of their lives more than they like to admit.
Trough arguments, fights and awkward moments, both have experienced new things and come to new conclusions and as a peace of sorts is about to settle between them, they are pulled in bigger affairs than the pair can imagine, which will test them all over again. It has been stirring under the surface for a while now, but what it will change for them?

Currently starring: Sadrain as Leila Ragnarok, Minerva as Raphael Emmerich and both of their imagination as Zachary Schorr.

Status: Moved to another site, due to Minerva leaving RPR.

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The ballroom that had been so grand not more than twenty minutes ago, now was a sight of dismay. Shattered walls, windows, debris and broken furniture and decoration pieces all over, with wind howls only adding to the image. Hallways were in hardly better state, as the offenders chased down panic accelerated people. Those who could use their powers to leave the scene, already had, some of the crowd attempted to stand against the intruders, but were quickly pulled with the rest of mass. Some were smart and useful enough to use some of their powers as shields of sorts.

Leila merged with shadows to reappear few floors below, in side corridor leading to the ballroom. Much to her surprise, there were already few guards strategically placed there. Masked, dressed in black, sort of machine guns in their hands, they looked all the same. She could bet there was a protection vest underneath, but not very thick. They reacted quickly to young woman, but not quickly enough. Another 'blink', a grab, twist, one was down and as the round of shots was about to hit her - apparently they didn't care much for their 'teammates' because some bullets surely finished her job -, Leila disappeared again, to repeat the same with other guard.

After this small encounter, Leila quickly pulled out her gas spray - it was easily hid in palm, but would take down group of large men. And she had several on her. Heels were a bother, but going bare footed was hardly better option, so she kept them on and melting with the shadows, entered what was left of ballroom. Without much surprise, she saw Wraith there. Moment more, and he yelled on top of his lungs, asking the leader to come forward. Gun shot, some sort of grenade and gas bomb all got thrown his way. Few more masked persons dropped in trough the wall.

They were unpleasantly spread out, but she set her eyes on the cluster of four, and simply appeared before them, spraying their faces full with no-color gas. There was a short in her direction, but she ducked and then leaped on side, landing a bit awkwardly, one leg on debris which slid out under her, and so her hand slipped, opening her left palm on glass shard's edge. Leila didn't curse even mentally. It wasn't easy to get her out of mental balance.

Getting up, she avoided a kick and gave a direct hit to attacker's leg and stomach, making him slump. The man in corner who was about to shoot her, got wrapped up in dark tendrils that banged him against wall few times, also possibly breaking his neck. Shadows hardly followed non-lethal damage rule, when it came to someone who was about to hurt their Mistress.

Yowls of sirens came closer and few more minutes they would be here. Since currently visible offenders were out cold, the young woman rushed to Wraith. Her dress had cuts, blood stains - some of her own. "Let's get out of here! They don't have hostages, police is nearly here and you look more like with the attackers than party-goers right now." Leila was slightly out of breath, but otherwise seemed calm. They would probably still have to deal with some of intruders on their way out. The two of them were far behind the crowd now.

He had to admit, his suit wasn't the fairest-looking. Even in his own time he'd been judged and fired upon by the local police before they became familiar with him. The lighter-weight suit at least had evidenced as making for good mobility before, and it recreated it. "I'll go my own way then, don't tie yourself to me. I'll be in contact." He wasn't going to argue with their methods. The whole world wasn't expected to have the same moral code as him.

He let her take her own route, and split on his own. She looked far more expectably like one of the many victims at the site than he did, as she had made evident. He skidded to a former point of explosion, reeling back his hand. Centered focus channeling through his body, and a mix of hydraulics (or in this mode, perhaps nanoaulics) and sheer weight, a splinter in the floor became a full blown crack. A repeat from his opposite fist and the floor buckled. What? Damage was everywhere, and rather than hunting for the road to the basement he was taking the quickest route to retire to the sewers, even if it meant dropping straight into the murk. Thank goodness for being water-tight; or perhaps shit-tight. They had other things to worry about than inspecting a hole in the floor when officials arrived. Immediately, at least.

As he found the high ground in the underground that let him run more than swim, she'd had time to make it to her car to intercept his signal, sealed under a more solid codex. Give me a junction point. ...On foot. You don't want me in your car. But while I head that way, mind telling me what the FUCK just went down? He never had the cleanest mouth, in either life, and if anything was due reason to swear, to him this was one of them. < Dante... swing the Accurst my way if you can. > But it would take a while before his cycle was directed to reaching him.

At least he took her advice. Well, observation, actually. As they split the paths, Leila heard a crash behind her and glanced over shoulder at the doorway, to see the man drop down trough new hole in the floor. It had its point, sure, but he really must like sewers.

There were few encounters on her way down, but around middle of building, she met police that escorted her down. She had a fancy, little story about being in lady's room when the invasion began. She 'had been' scared to leave, but eventually had to and got into a struggle, from which falling wall saved her, crushing captor. If anyone checked the correct floor, there really would be a crushed body under a pile of debris. Could be assumed one of the explosions went wrong and back fired.

However, as soon as they were down, she got away from the police immediately, merging with the crowd and then 'blinking' to her car. With a crazy spin, the vehicle took off and right in the chaotic air-street. About half a minute later, a hissing message was delivered and Leila furrowed brow. Few adjustments, and she could hear Raphael better. "Will give meeting point coordinates in a moment, but otherwise, can't help you. I have no idea what happened." In a way, this young woman didn't like to admit it, didn't like to show that she wasn't on top of all information, but the city, and country even more so, was large. She couldn't know all, could she?

Quick look at the maps and she could give her 'partner' a junction point. But if he had to say something, he would be interrupted, as the vehicle received incoming call. From Schorr, no less. Leila grit her teeth slightly, but 'picked up'.

"Good to see you... well," the man said, taking in her tousled hair and dress in not the best shape. "Some people can't just tuck their tails in and flee," Leila replied in sharp tone, both as bite at him and a sort of explanation why Wraith wasn't in the car. "I would say, escaping is just act of self-preservation, but back to the point. You and Mr. Emmerich are assigned to investigate the tonight's events."

"Why?" Leila's eyes narrowed and she slid the car out of the main stream. "We are aiding our partners, of course. And we have personal interests - our corporation experienced casualties." Schorr earned a raised eyebrow. There had been only few of them and she could be they all had left as one of the first.
"Oh really? Who?"
The man didn't even attempt to make a sad face. "Magnus Johnson. He had just recovered from health problems and decided to join the ball. What an... unfortunate fate."

She didn't comment the fact, but it was an obvious hint at something. "So, what we ought to do? Find the culprit? That's police's job."
"Due to the nature of event, I think you could be a great aid. You will have access to any information gathered and it would be good if you headed back to the place, to get some of your own, while everything is... fresh." Mentally, Leila sighed. That sounded wonderful. Not.
"Will think about it," she said, and waving bye, cut off the call. The pleasantries would be too stiff anyways.

The meeting place was a sport stadium of sorts. It would have some showers, probably, and a not very tight security, so they wouldn't be bothered. The car landed softly, doors opened sideways. She wouldn't have to wait for him long, according to tracker.

Raphael was a ninja turtle in a batsuit. How could you expect him not to love the sewers? That, and they had always been the most logical method for a man used to the gritty way of life. The turtles had surprisingly little to do with his decision, in spite of his joking. Still, Dante's updated systems, while still needing refinement due to lack of a proper techie, had at least digitally excavated the sewer grid and left him fair indicator of the broader and safe passages for his vehicle to churn through. The double-broad wheeled cycle was thankfully water and crap-tight for the amount of spray it left in its wake. Occasionally the roaring cycle literally scared the shit out of someone in their bathroom, but aside from that it was a fairly stealthy approach to the new coordinates.

"...Really." He didn't sound like he believed her lack of knowledge; even with the distorter he sounded sarcastic over the feed. In spite of her telling the truth, her cloistered ways and being his only real conduit in life at the moment made him unwilling to accept that for what it was worth.

Regardless, he surfaced from a large drainage pipe that plummeted into a natural ravine, having at some point transitioned from sewage to water systems and taken the mainway into a still polluted river appropriate of the grim age. The murky waters had him rise from the shore and swing a U-ey right back towards the stadium on a much shorter drive. Perhaps what was once a futuristic vehicle actually did not stand out as much as it used to, save for his method of weaving in traffic to get the last half mile over with in haste, or the plowing right past the abandoned security on the bike and in through the entry to the field, where his tires skidded.

The cockpit unfolded and he dismounted the cycle, still in full dragon-suit. "Wow, people still exercise these days? Or do you just breed your sports stars in the lab?" he snarked, though half-expected an answer he didn't want to hear.

She felt weary for some reason. It seemed that transformations and stress situations did no good to her now, while in past they used to aid her, making Leila lively. But it was probably because of the boosts. As she cut down the dosage, it only got worse. She was used to having no limits and now when they were suddenly forced on her again, it felt like she was rendered powerless, weak, tired...

The girl caught her self thinking how nice it would to take on shot before Wraith arrived, but pushed the thought aside. Her mind was in charge, not her body, its needs or desires. Her physical form was just an instrument. That's why she used boosts - to make it the most powerful tool. If the exhaustion would get too much, she would spend a night or two, coming up with chemical formula to aid her which won't have such catastrophic effect on her otherwise. Sure, it will be like curing headache with heart medicine, but oh well. Not much longer...

Leila got out of the car and leaned against it, head tilted and arms crossed under chest, as the vehicle surfaced. A wall, a car, a tree - anything behind her back made her feel more secure. It was more subconscious thing than anything, but with the fear that haunted her more than she wanted to admit, quite understandable.

Smirking at his remark, she shrugged slightly. "You happen to be the first clone with purpose, but I am sure soon more will follow." Leila wrinkled her nose slightly, being used to more elegant ways of escaping now, although sewers had served her every now and then, too.

"Schorr had a hearty message for both of us, but it's better if you clean your suit off first," she remarked. She would have to change, too. But for that reason, she always had a spare 'suit' of sorts in her vehicle.

"Oh, so they haven't found the baseball gene yet. Amazing." He rolled his eyes inside the suit. Women. "Fine." She'd have her time to herself as he found his way around the inside, a shower stall, and hoped to find running water. It was water tight and could be hosed down. If the water had been turned off... well, hopefully there were still some towels around, but that would only do so much with the various suit crevaces.

With time he re-emerged. The modulator was off, but the helmet wasn't following. "Alright. Message away."

((Egh sorry for so little content. One it seemed a simple point for him and two my head's all plugged up IRL, but I didn't wanna leave you waiting forever.))

She wasn't going to go in details that sport as he knew no longer existed, since powers were pride most laws did not forbid to use even in sport games. In her opinion, it was like Roman Colosseum all over again in 'civilized' skin.

When Raphael left, she entered changing room and quickly shed the tattered dress - the girl was somewhat upset it was in such a state, but there would always be another one for other occasions - and put on the clothes of smooth material. They seemed to be simply black, but in light, a faint pattern of gray-silver appeared. Pants were with flared ends, and blouse had similarly flared arms, as well as high neck. There were corset details on it, such as the ties, but otherwise, the outfit was simple compared to Leila's usual gothich lolita style. Still, she looked good.

The mask was taken off and she smoothed down her hair style, so there weren't wild hair everywhere. So, in a brief moment, all the marks of tonight's events were gone, but Leila wished it was truly so simple. Something was brewing, she could bet on that, even if she never did that.

When Raphael exited, she was sitting in car, legs out, body bent forward, eyes focused on some spot in ground, as if she was intensively thinking or listening. But then her gaze turned towards him, even before the man spoke. Leila was silent for a brief moment more, but then nodded, as if to her self about something.

"Schorr wants us to investigate tonight's events. Magnus Johnson died, to Zofie is personally interested and we're 'helping' this Corporation, too. Schorr suspects we can find out more than police and I am guessing, any methods are allowed to obtain needed information."

There was a small pause. "You can go home if you want." It wasn't an order, just a statement. She did prefer to work alone, and wasn't sure he would be much of help, but there was hardly any point in pushing him around - just wasted time in debates.

OO C: Sorry for the shabby post, I feel unwell, too, and yours is fine.