Elma was unamused and her sword responded in kind, crackling ferociously with electricity.

"Why does everyone want to talk with me? It's really annoying..."

Although, she didn't recognize the person, the strange way, she violated the laws of physics, was clearly a sign of some kind of unnatural power. A failed she wasn't aware of? Sparks burst by the figure, but he didn't seem to notice them.

"Speak..."

Richard strolled into Eve's building, with Lamia and Grant in tow. He looked at all the dead bodies and sighed. "We should probably not stay here much longer. Or the bodies will start smelling." He rubbed his nose and took another slurp from his drink. He climbed up the stairs swiftly and walked into the 3rd floor room to see Rook shifting through the magazines, inspecting bullets and sorting them. An array of guns and grenades laid against the wall. "Well welcome to our "home base" Grant, there's a mattress in that room." He jerked his thumb at the bedroom before walking up to Rook and sitting down with his box of donuts. "Thanks for doing this Rook, here have some donuts." He cheered and held the box of powdered up.

"I'm not like a some dog performing tricks for a treat." Rook huffed but he took a donut anyways. The trio began organizing their cache of weapons, leaving Grant to his own devices.

Grant walked into the room, flopped onto the mattress entered a deep slumber with his helmet still on. Words could be spoken when he awoke.

"Hm? No...it won't be for me..." Evelyn shook her head. "I still don't get it, why and how people get addicted to this stuff..." She spun the cigarette couple more times, tapped the philter twice or thrice thoughtfully, and finally hid it in her hoodie's pocket.

"This is a really bad idea..."

After starring into the void for few more seconds, she looked back at Dante. He had pain, written all over his face.

"Hey...You sure there's nothing i can do to help?"

"I'll be fine. Couple of whiskey shots 'll do the trick." he pouted strolling towards his armchair. He dropped in it heavily, raising a bit of dust from under it. Dante sighed, taking another puff from his cigarette. His eyes were shut close, a visible pain frown on his face. He quickly took a big chuck from the Jack bottle as soon as he exhaled the smoke. After the liquid went down his throat he took another puff from his cigarette; usually that routine (as unhealthy as it was) always eased the headache, but this time around it wasn't even undermining it.

Dante kept his eyes closed, smoking and drinking in the silence of his apartment.

Riley frowned at the being he identified as Alex, he grabbed a pistol from its holster, and pointed it at the Failed...

He was still angry at Elma for blowing him off, but this was more important.

"Buddy... Back up..."

The fake Alex stared at Riley for a moment, then back between the two Dominate members. It took several steps back and stopped. Already outstretched arms now pointed upwards, it's palms remained open.

"You already know I cannot hurt you. If I had the ability and reason to do so, I would have done it without revealing myself in the first place. I just want to talk." The words appeared above the doppelganger again.

Looking back at Elma with a continued blank expression, the fake Alex continued to "speak" through the floating words above it's head, "The failed. Most of them are doing more harm than good in their actions. But they won't stop, and Dominate won't stop either. If there has to be a fight, move it to a place where innocent people won't be involved." The image shrugged it's shoulders, solemn expression resting on it's face, "You have the power to make it happen, and this group will fall for it if you do it right."

Riley tightened his grip around the trigger, keeping his aim strained on Alex.
He sighed, annoyed, "Well, I kind of already observed that, most of you guys just want revenge on Dominate..."

After a few seconds of hesitation, Riley holstered his Beretta. He swept his coat back over the pistols, turned, and began walking towards the National Mall. He had an idea where the Failed were going, and he didn't like it...

"If you say so..." Eve sat on the counter, her legs dangling slightly above the floor. Mostly out of curiosity and boredom, but also slight hunger, she started browsing the bags that Dante brought. She was doing it as quiet as she could, trying to not to bother him. Finding couple of oranges, she took one, and started to peel it. Then slowly eating it piece by piece, she was starring at the wall with no expression, as she sank into one of her daydreams.

OKAY REAL TALK. Bumping this so maybe Hewitt or mods see it. Same as fuckin "EH RP", this is dead. The mod has been nowhere to be seen in like 2 weeks and we honestly don't know how to continue this. Some members are inactive (i.e Xate and Veir [surprise surprise]), so I think I'll call a vote between the players.

Should we close this RP or not?

Uhh I haven't been a mod in ages. Letting me see this, are you imploring that I pick it up instead?

Imploring is quite a big word to use, but given the influence that you still have around, you could throw a word around and maybe somebody can pick it up. I personally enjoyed this RP and I wouldn't like it to end prematurely and I would even volounteer to run it as a mod, but given my current school timetable, I really don't have time to do anything of sorts.

Now for as much as I would like this to continue, some people might not give a damn, hence me calling a vote.

Like i said in Veir's rp. I rather only have the original gm continue the rp. If it's not gonna be the original, then just let this rp go to rest.

Eh, considering nobody's gonna continue, I agree...

I'm personally willing to wait quite a while for Mode to get back. This game has been quite a bit of fun so far. If it really comes down to it though... I think this RP should go dormant if Mode can't run it.