Thread: Of Vice & Virtue Act I: Blurred Lines (Skeith & MessedUpRP)

Knight-Owl looked up in surprise as Tarot escaped through the roof. She tried to give chase but found that this time, the assassin was simply too fast. She let out a loud scream of anger into the night air. You lying bitch! I'll break you next time! She turned to leave the roof, returning to her car. She was seething with rage the entire drive back. She looked up at the rear-view mirror. For a second she thought she saw her sister, looking in the back seat quickly. Confirming she was imagining things she sighed, rubbing her face as she drove. She looked down at the Tarot card she had found with the body, her eyes narrowing bitterly as she stared at it. As she entered her hidden lair, she began stripping off pieces of armor, leaving them scattered around the floor. She let out an angry shout as she began beating into a wooden post, over and over again until her knuckles began to bleed. She slumped back into the seat her computer, finally allowing herself to break down, sobbing alone. First her parents, and now Dina. She was truly alone now. A few days would pass, as Vera remained in solitude. In time, she was forced to make a statement, both for her absence from the company and her sister's disappearance from the spot light. After reporting the death to the police, so that they didn't think Dina had ducked her usual check ins regarding her Meta registration, she called for a conference out front of Romanov Industries. Thank you all for coming. She began, standing at the podium in her tell tale black suit. She looked to the seat her sister would normally have occupied, now empty. She closed her eyes before facing the crowd. As some of you may have heard. My sister, Dina Romanov was brutally murdered roughly a week ago. Dina Romanov was a kind woman. She was generous, patient, and selfless. She contributed greatly to charities around the nation and helped shape the policies now held by Romanov Industries. And yes, she was a Meta-Human. She was understanding and patient with anti-meta sentiments and worked to change hearts and minds rather than stew in her anger. She was an infinitely better person than me. The media and the politicians would want you to believe that it was a random act of violence. An innocent woman assaulted by common criminals. My sister was assassinated for her status as a Meta-Human. She closed her eyes, a few tears slipping as she stared angrily at the camera. Law enforcement refuses to properly investigate. If I can do nothing else to make sure that her death was not in vain, I have renamed the Meta-Human inclusion Initiative, started by my company, to the Dina Romanov Foundation. She looked back to the crowd. Her funeral will be a small private service for friends of the family. I humbly ask for everyone's privacy on that morning. As that morning finally came, she stood in the snow, wearing her simple suit. Inside of it, her heating unit kept her temperature level, a mask keeping her lungs from freezing. She watched as her sister's remains were lowered, dropping roses on top of the casket. As the crowd slowly dissipated, she stood alone, staring at the tombstone. I'll find them, Dina. Our fight isn't over. I'll just have to work harder.