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That was it, her time was up.

It really only been a matter of time, really, and she'd actually gone into double overtime. Her mistake of leaving the vivid purple lipstick in her purse where Flynn could accidentally find it should have been her signal to ghost, it would have been a fatal mistake on a mission but it had been an actual mistake her persona could have actually made. A recent goth-bride had actually been a fangirl of Black Cat and had scoured the the internet for any and all facts/speculation about the vigilante to the point of actually choosing the right lipstick shade. A themed Black Cat/Catwoman wedding featuring a vigilante/thief wedding party had been adorably frustrating. But a black and purple wedding only stretched so far and Bridget could certainly admit her selfish feelings caused her to brush off what should have been a whistle of warning. Black Cat had left enough calling cards or notes for Flynn in that same shade that he would instantly recognize it.

It hadn't taken long, perhaps the warehouse trap when she'd left Flynn hog-tied in order to clear the hidden guns had been a trial run of tests, and some dirty badge presented the idea that Black Cat was either working with or protecting Flynn. Of course Flynn would be sacrificed to the biggest pocket in town. The trap had even been set carefully in a penthouse only a doomsdayer could  masturbate over. Very limited access, fully equipped with armored shutters and reinforced doorways, motion sensors that could detect a moth, individual room ventilation... Bridget looked at the image on Google Maps and ran a comb through her hair absentmindedly. She'd gotten a phone call ten minutes ago from Flynn's phone and from the tone of the voices on the other end, someone with an ego and a fantasy for objectifying women had liked the photos of her on Flynn's phone. Come to that address within two hours, don't bother calling the police, or Flynn would disappear.

The call had been to an events planner but the situation was set to catch a vigilante so Bridget suspected that the events planner was a booty call of opportunity. The vigilante wouldn't have been warned not to call the police since Black Cat didn't trust the police. Still... She doubted Flynn wouldn't be taunted with what was being planned for Bridget much less Black Cat if either of them actually showed up. Larger syndicates didn't need to buy dirty cops so they felt no need to get off on taunting their prey by flexing their power dramatically to show they had power. The location did pose some difficulty though... It would take ten minutes for the encryption software to deactivate the security zone and would have to be connected physically. Ten minutes of distracting a suite full of people looking forward to either sex or brutal murder. Or both. She couldn't disregard the idea that anyone with more than the four brain cells of eat, sleep, kill, and sex might decide there might be more than one sex able to kill, but that may be giving too much credit given to someone looking at creating a snuff film with a cop's squeeze.

Another five minutes of slowly drawing the comb through her hair and examining city blueprints was enough. Bridget already had the connections she needed, it was simply a matter of hacking bank accounts to see where money was changing hands and making a few phone calls. The hardest part was losing Flynn in order to save him. There was no way he wouldn't learn her identity tonight and there was no room in their apartment for Black Cat. One call to a strip club under remodel, two calls to escort hubs, one text to a sniper who owed her a favor, and one final call to Flynn's phone. It had probably been a little over-dramatic in her taste, but the ones who'd picked up had been pleased enough with her desperate offers as a party planner to give them the best night ever, please don't hurt Flynn, she'll be there soon... They even put her on speakerphone to let her hear them slap Flynn around a few times.

Idiots. Phone triangulation let her track which area of the building Flynn was held.
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Diane/Base Sitting
The team has a rule, when a majority of the team has to leave to take care of a situation, some of them have to stay back. Tidus was one of the ones elected to stay back while the team was gone. While he would rather be out with them dealing with whatever situation they had to deal with, he couldn’t exactly complain about being assigned to stay back. There were many times where he got to go along and someone else had to stay back.

At the moment, he’s in the kitchen. His ability is duplication, and there are at least seven copies of him in the kitchen. Three are preparing food, including the original him, while the other ones are cleaning in the other areas of the kitchen. Tidus’ ability makes for great multitasking, mostly because he could literally assign a signal copy of him to each individual task.

Tidus was starting to wonder what the other people that is on ‘Base Duty’ is up to.
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Frankly? Base-sitting duty was a major chore for Diane. Most people tended to set around playing pong or doing basic maintenance on their gear to pass the time. Diane didn't really have any gear to speak of and as a giant it was far easier to make a new outfit rather than repair a five foot long rip. And since the base had originally been made for people under ten feet tall, Diane found it easier to wear a shrink-spelled amulet and some casual (and cute!) clothing until heading out on a mission. Every hanger had an area that could be curtained off with a spare set of giant-sized super-hero gear.

So what did Diane fill her time with? At the moment... it was a cheap romance novel tucked into the pages of a geological study magazine. A passing glance from one who didn't know her well would give the impression that Diane was enthusiastic about the source of her powers, a good look by someone who knew her well would know that mineral layers did not make Diane smile and blush.
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Bridget/Meet Up
Tidus hated meeting in secret, but for whatever reason, it was necessary. Maybe it is because he’s meeting a villainess or his team has a ‘No Fraternization’ clause in their rules. Whatever the case may be, this hidden from them. He’s situated on a rooftop, waiting for her to arrive. He has a safe house nearby and he knows of a hotel as well, if they felt the need to head somewhere private, they have options. But he wasn’t entirely sure if they would use them or not.

He lifted his wrist up and checked the time. He knew she should be arriving any moment now. That was, unless she was starting to have second thoughts about all of this.
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Bridget had to make sure there were no ties between her and her actual team even the most hardened criminal critic could follow. Taking a full year to act out a 'fallout' had taken a lot of planning and acting on her part and only two people knew it was an act. One had been the senior/major/full/trusted/ect power player of the team who not only knew about the plan but had hashed out the outline with a very dubious Bridget at the very beginning. The other, upon Bridget's stubborn insistence as a part of the plan, was Tidus. The pair had only just started dating almost a year before Operation Reaper had been drafted but Bridget had felt that their relationship deserved 'secondary classification' status.

Tidus would know that Bridget was going on an in-depth mission that would last at least a few months if not a year or three. He wouldn't be allowed to know the details or read the reports, but at least he would know her break from justice and law was as far from personal as the 'end' of their relationship.

Which was why Bridget checked her trail ten times over before landing on the arranged rooftop seven minutes late.
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Touka/Training
The gym in their Base has about every type of workout equipment anyone could want. The facilities were extensive, with an indoor track, pool, virtual reality training area, ect. Tidus found himself in the gym portion today. He is currently working out, lifting weights and making it look effortless. He’s glad in simple workout gear. A form fitting shirt, gym shorts and a pair of sneakers. He’s been at it for an hour now, but he was starting to reach the end of his session.

He sat the weights back up on the rack before sitting up, sweat on his face and his chest rising and falling quickly. He reached down and grabbed a his towel to wipe his face clean and picked up his sports drink to take a sip. He thinking about hitting the showers as he stands up. He looks over to her, unable to remember just how long she’d been here.

“Planning to stick around here a lot longer?”
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Touka had been pushing herself since she had the next few days off. She'd even gone back to wearing her weighted training gear as she'd challenged the virtual battle sim room for a good three hours before hitting up the regular equipment. The petite superhero had been officially named 'Honor' while many liked to use a cuter name when whispering rumors between themselves. A nickname Touka hadn't actually managed to realize referred to herself since rabbit/bunny references couldn't possibly be remotely connected with her ears.

The question didn't actually sink in for a few moments as she made a few more muscle-memory movements against a punching bag. Large eyes blinked and then turned towards Tidus as if she were waking up from a trance. "Ah... Pardon me, please... Could you repeat the question?"
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CHARACTER NAME: Bridget Frostheart
CHARACTER SERIES: Record of a Fallen Vampire

[OOC]

Backtagging: Absolutely!
Threadhopping: Maybe? As long as there's a posting order...
Fourthwalling: PM me if something comes up I suppose

[IC]

Hugging this character: If you know her well or fall into her 'cute/harmless' classification. Otherwise... attempt at your own risk.
Kissing this character: It really depends... 'Cute/harmless' will have at least a chance at catching her than anything romantically intended, but flukes happen at times.
Flirting with this character: Absolutely, though it may or may not throw her off her stride for a second.
Fighting with this character: Please do, it's her natural element.
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): It can happen but not easily. But since she can regenerate two thirds of her body within a few days (since I nerfed her) it won't be too concerning to her.
Killing this character: It's possible, but would probably take at least someone of demigod status to manage without making it mutual. If a plot requires her to be out of the picture I'd rather plot out some sort of week-long regen-coma or something. Please contact me.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: It would take a deity or higher to do this, and even then it would cause a LOT of mental/emotional damage before getting anywhere useful.
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Who: Trevor Belmont and Bridget Frostheart
What: Vampire hunter meets 'dhampire' squad.
Where: Wallachia
When: 1480
Warnings: Potential violence, language, religious matters, and species-ism.

Bridget had been the first of the group to pick up on their follower. It hadn't been the first time for their small group to encounter a 'vampire hunter' though so it had taken several hours before any of the others to notice anything unusual. Which was also the reason Bridget didn't tend to travel with anyone under 200 years unless they were relocating a group. True, she had been a prodigy much like the one who'd raised her, so she was well aware for over an hour before one of the others started casting odd glances behind them. The rider was still miles away but Bridget was always cautious.

They were going slow, perhaps the speed of a gallop on a horse with the group spread out just under the treetops to look for signs that their quarry had gone to ground somewhere along the road. They might have normally moved a great deal faster if they weren't all still marked from the last tussle. There wasn't a single one of the five that wasn't still missing a limb or hastily-splinted broken bones, even Bridget's cape was covering the remains her arm and shoulder and the scorched spots on her black dress and tunic. She lifted her remaining arm and signaled the others to continue on while she dropped down towards what looked like a stopover clearing for various travelers. Normally one of the others would have stayed behind to send a follower off in the wrong direction or cut off any continued interest but Bridget knew the others weren't in any shape to play catch-up later.

Not that she was either, but she was determined to hide it. She'd taken a hard blow to the chest which had left her with several cracked ribs and a good amount of internal bleeding that she was just starting to regenerate away. The General just hoped that the rider was a messenger. But the pessimist she'd become knew he wouldn't be. Not in the foothills of the Carpathians, and not when another area of the forest was still smoldering and pitted with the leavings of their fight earlier that evening. A little hard to cover up several miles of craters, ripped up trees, and burned vegetation. And forget the sword or claw marks all over. Bridget was just glad they'd crossed swords with Akabara Strauss away from the various villages this time. They weren't always so lucky.

Bridget stacked a few sticks and logs into the ash-dusted pit and lit them with a thought. She might as well settle in for a little bit and wait. It didn't seem that the brave soul risking the dark forest to follow them would take long to arrive even if being cautious and skilled about it. The illusion-disguised woman would be sitting on a log with her two swords and bow propped up beside her while combing the tangles from her hair.
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Bridget needs a dragon... >.> Just to keep her humble. So here goes!

Adopt one today!

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