Aya Brea

Welcome to the Game

2025-02-05T05:27:47Z

Who: Aya, any?
When: A week after game start.
What: Being tired.

( Thanks, I hate it )

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Ouch

2024-12-29T12:50:38Z

Who: Aya, Mog, hospital staff, boys?
When: Four months into her work as a beat cop in New York.
What: Well, hospitals are always fun.

( How did we miss this hospital? )

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Scary Movies

2023-09-03T08:49:10Z

Who: Baby Aya, Dilan, and Braig
When: Not long after Aya is officially moved into the house.
What: Horror is different for everyone really.

( And tales to tell in the dark )

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Like recognizes like

2023-08-29T08:23:40Z

Who: Nevada, Braig, Elsy, Yinsi
When: Around the time Braig turns thirteen.
What: Nevada...lays out some plans. Prequal to this.

( And danger recognizes danger. )

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Well...it's over.

2023-04-26T01:58:46Z

Who: Aya, Ben
When: The weeks after the trial.
What: Attempting to deal.

( It was almost nice at times. )

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Oh well then...

2022-01-16T09:02:20Z

Who: Aya, the boys
When: A few months after they start dating.
What: Some realizations.

( ...that's new )

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Just a letter

2021-11-26T11:45:02Z

Who: Aya
When: Before Traverse town 3
What: Adult conversation. Ish.

( Dear Danny )

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Dinner, dancing

2021-10-20T01:00:38Z

Who: Aya, a proud Ben, the boys?
When: A few weeks after getting to reconnect with the boys.
What: BEN FUSSES OVER A DRESS! Or you know, about a real date for Aya.

( A bit of romance )

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A typical day off

2021-10-09T01:00:19Z

Who: Aya, Mog, Pierce, Ben
When: Some time after the first date or two with Braig and Dilan.
What: Cooking, relaxing, and some ribbing.

( is still a bit hectic here. )

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Science projects are people too

2021-09-06T22:36:13Z

Who: Aya, the boys, an ex
When: A few months into dating the boys.
What: An ex plays dirty, the boys get to see just how oddly Aya reacts to magic.

( And sometimes girlfriends )

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Ah, fundraisers

2021-09-06T21:38:31Z

Who: Most Aya's precinct, high society
When: Policeman's ball, early April
What: The cream of the city cop crop rubs elbows with people to raise money for operational expenditures. Or something. Yeah. Cops in monkeysuits and dresses.

( How we...love...them )

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Invasion of the Bakers

2021-07-08T05:26:38Z

Who: Aya, Braig, Dilan, a tent?
When: A few months after officially getting married.
What: Soooooo technically, Dilan is supposed to submit his own entry but they'd been locked in a lab for months and entered for him? Aya and Braig totally they'd entered him in light of fact of getting OUT and getting MARRIED.

( Nicest invasion to date! )

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Bioshocked

2018-04-28T06:28:18Z

Who: Aya and the boys?
When: Once the boys are old enough to remember Rapture? 1960 or so.
What: So they probably shouldn't leave that down there huh?

( Would you kindly? )

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A long dark night

2012-06-22T05:59:16Z

Dryfield, NV
Second Night

The NMCs had come up with a few new, truly horrifying mutations. Nothing like creatures that sounded like babies crying to get on the nerves, or insane rampaging goats to get the blood flowing. Not to mention humans being susceptible to transformation now. She hadn't seen that since New York.

She hadn't wanted to.

The town was nearly deserted. Only an old man, his dog, and some guy named Kyle were normal. The rest were fled or changed, a fact that made her shiver every time she used the shower or salvaged food from the diner. This wasn't how it was suppose to be. The NMC activity since the initial mutations in New York had been fading so why the resurgence?

Evolution...it means to change. Adapt. To live. Everything wants to live yes?

Maeda had told her that, way back. Yeah, everything wanted to live but the mitochondrial mutations weren't stable enough. They pushed too much, too soon. They burned out. Except in the LA tower, and here in Dryfield. The phone lines were down, her cell was smashed, and she couldn't call home base and try to bounce ideas off people.

That was alright...she wasn't sure she liked where her thoughts were going anyway.

The nights in Dryfield were a lot cooler than the days, and she shivered, finally, as the cooler air leached the heat from her skin. Her own abilities had been stimulated by so many NMCs, making her feel overheated and energetic to point of not being able to sleep. Sitting out on a creaky balcony in socks and a scavenged t-shirt may not have been the brightest idea but at least it had helped. Time for bed...

...only to be woken up by something shivering through her awareness. It wasn't at the motel, not yet, but it was coming. Something big, and painful, and active. She didn't have time for niceties; no, she rolled out of bed, stuffed her feet in boots, shrugged on a leather jacket and grabbed whatever weapons were on hand.

The ground was starting to shiver when she got out of her room and down the walkway that wound around the building.

And shiver it should. The thing was huge. It could have been a man, once. It could even have been a child, once, judging by how it crawled on all fours and the chubby, hefty set of it's body. But then, hard not to be heavy when you were two stories tall. And some bastard had installed a flame thrower in the things mouth.

There was her answer, staring her straight in the face. The NMCs weren't dying out because someone was making them. This was man made. This wasn't evolution, this wasn't the mitochondria getting smarter. No, this was weaponization.

May Dhalmer be merciful.

She was moving before the thing fired, knowing her body well enough to trust it when the cells screamed 'MOVE'. It was big, but it wasn't slow. Luckily it had no concept of tactics, else Aya might have worried. When it was dead and melting, she sensed something else. Another frisson of energy along cellular wavelengths. 'NO NO NO NO NO! NO MORE! MAKE IT STOP!'

It felt young.

It felt like a kid.

Not close, but certainly angry, and suffering, and pushed far past her limits. And then...then there was a cold wind and something else changed.

Nothing on the cellular levels, nothing she could pick up, but there was a whisper on the wind.

"...this world....has been CONNECTED."

To what? By who?

It didn't matter. Suddenly there were monsters and they didn't feel right. In fact, she barely felt them at all. Just whispers and shadows on her awareness. Somewhere nearby a darkness loomed, large and terrible, and digging into the desert far beyond her reach. She could catch glimpses of it outlined against the night sky as things tried to get their hands on her.

Her guns ran dry in under ten minutes. Luckily she had enough nervous energy for an near infinite stream of energy shot, burning plasma channeled through her first, her favorite, gun. Barrier was her friend, Pierce would have loved to see this fight for the abilities. He always bitched that they couldn't get proper results from stress tests. Mitochondrial energy just didn't work that way...the bureau had not allowed him to follow her into the field with a video camera, though he'd petitioned for a whole year. Yeah, he'd have loved seeing this.

It was a light show.

And it didn't matter a damn.

The world ended.

The world ended with shadows scraping claws along her shields and Aya screaming defiance as she fell.

The world ended with a hungry howl and a bright, shining mote disappearing down the throat of the beast in the distance.

It just..ended.

No more whimpers. No more bangs. Just falling with a gun clutched tight and the vague wish that she'd been able to put pants on before she died.

Evolution...everything wants to live. Everything.

"You're just beginning to travel your path, hero."

Cobblestones hurt when one was falling. The sudden stops always hurt.

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