The Universe's Mixer

The problem with Aeon's life was simple: she went through ammo like other people went through sliced bread, or tissues.

After getting Dean out of his most recent mess, which was (happily) a couple days ago now, the Monican realized she had not even tried to get any new weapons or any new ammunition since she'd been in The City.

Well.

That was gonna have to change, wasn't it?

She was out this afternoon with the intention of finding some new stuff, beyond all the cool gadgets she already had. Standard issue .38 caliber bullets were on the menu, definitely. She ducked into a sporting goods store without a sound, bright green eyes darting around the room and settling, with a little bit of surprise, on a small, dark-haired woman waiting at the counter. It looked, from back here, like the woman's arms were covered in scars.

Huh.

Aeon stepped further into the store, silent, and when she came to a stop, her hands remained at her sides. There was a gun on her back, one on her thigh, and that ring on her finger that served her so well when everything else did not. If you knew what you were looking for, you saw the guns; if you didn't, your eyes slid right past them. No tight black outfit today, just jeans and a fitted black shirt. Long sleeved.

The woman standing there was armed, too. Aeon smirked. This store might not be big enough for the both of them.

City Shifts, Mayor Vanishes, People Gone
Marina Hylie

After the most recent large shift of the City, we find ourselves missing a few of the bigger names and most prominent faces that made up this place that we call home. Is it ours to question the why of it? Or should we just be going along with the ride as we have always done?

Never before has so much been taken from us at once. Figures that we considered to be load bearing walls are just completely gone, with no sign. The mayor, Miss White, is nowhere to be found, there isn't any evidence that she was ever in power, aside from what memories we have retained. The police chief, Bigby Wolf, is also missing. Where does that leave our police department?

Superman, Batman, billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne; all gone. Though there are rumors of where Superman might be and those center around the nefarious Joker and Arkham Asylum. Even some of our own reporters have been counted among those that have vanished. Clark Kent and Lois Lane are both gone, as well as Peter Parker who was once a photographer for us, and recently took up position in the forensics department for the police.

Where does that leave the rest of us? Do we have to wait and rebuild? Do we have to push on without these people? Do we anticipate their return?

The City Voice would like to remind the people of this city that we are more than capable of moving on. We have before, and undoubtedly we will have to again. This cannot put a noticeable dent in our lives. This cannot halt the life of the City. We must soldier on.

It has been recommended that if you discover a friend or family member missing that you report it. The City Police would like a clear record of all those who can't be found.