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Post by iCaramelBird on Sept 13, 2016 12:38:00 GMT
- HUNTER -
Luke flinched slightly feeling the sharpness of the ice stabbing into his neck, his neck still quivering as his hands shook ever so slightly, holding them up was painful enough yet with the notion that his throat could be slit at any moment, he kept them up. His pity was replaced with fury at that moment, as he glared at the woman, watching her despicable manoeuvres, going from her thoughts to her lips, and back again. The way she moved, the way she spoke, and the way she attacked was brutal, and in Luke, he found a form of disgust in it. This was definitely the same woman who attacked them beforehand, as there was nobody else that Luke knew could pull off such a passionate act that had a thirst for blood and revenge, than the one standing in front of him, with a shard of ice against his neck, and demanding him to submit to their whims. If he wasn't so tired, and partly scared that his own life would be taken from him in what could be the next second to a few more moments, he wouldn't dare say a word. Instead, he simply had to try and focus, to move past the pain that stung his every movement from the breaths that lurched inside his chest, to the hands that he continued to hold up.
The shard against his neck was wet, melting and causing droplets of water to trickle down as he cast his mind back to the horrific scenes he endured once more, remembering the fire and blood that was left in Acchilleus' wake. It was the same blood that poured out of his open mouth when James shot him, the fire and smoke that riddled his broken bones and caused him to fall into a slumber he would never wake up from. But through those flames, Luke realized the man was called “Crimson”, the last thing he could remember was watching the panic rise in their eyes as he managed to do something, something which got him to be dropped from the floor and let life return to his lungs as the man's jacket was destroyed. It didn't stop him from being nearly beaten to death, and if it wasn't for Lilly he wouldn't get the opportunity to be standing here right now, even if it was with the threat of his neck being slit in an alleyway, separated from anybody left alive that he knew, injured, and with the possibility that the police were chasing him, alone, again.
“I didn't do anything!” snapped Luke, he tried to restrain himself and his anger, knowing that the toxic words that came out of his mouth could end with him being killed. “You were the ones who attacked us, including that man, 'Crimson' or whatever he's called. I would tell you what happened, but thanks to him, I got thrown off that bridge.” Luke continued to glare at the woman, watching her every move, trying to find the right moment as he realized what he had to do, or rather what he could do if he was quick enough, he doubted that he would be, at this rate. Ge would die before the day was done if things kept going on like this. “If anything happened to him, it was your fault. You were the ones who were so hell bent on following Acchilleus, and you were the ones who attacked us. You're lucky you're alive after what you did, not off the edge of that bridge with the rest of the bodies or in a cell right now.” Even still, he continued to lash out, holding his breath as he waited to see what the woman would do.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Sept 13, 2016 22:55:57 GMT
~ Snowflake ~ Snowflake watched and evaluated the words coming out of Hunter’s mouth when, if only for a second, an expression of confusion revealed itself on her face before her eyes widened slightly, and she pulled out a grin. She would not fall for the baits he placed out, either in an attempt to make her feel guilty or to anger her. “Heh. You know; it’s funny,” she maintained her glare, “you tell me I’m lucky to be alive and not in the hands of the police right now- but looking at it, a lot of shit did come out of that fight. I will never see the pay from that damn politician, Crimson might be dead and Reaver is more moody than ever; I think she wants to do something more after some rest. Some good things did come out of it; the Broker is dead, Heartania is divided and ’the good guys’, worthy opponents and cowards like you, are legging it out of this city faster than any vehicles can carry you.” Some of the droplets running down Luke’s neck started to trickle back up to the ice shard, freezing upon touch with the icy hard substance. Whatever watery traces were left on his skin started to freeze as well as Snowflake intended for Luke to feel an unpleasant kind of frostbite, while she puzzled the things he’d said together. “Was that why you were running earlier?” She put on a mocking sarcastic tone, “do you have a plane to catch? As I said I’ll give you a head start… if you know anything about what happened to my..” she blinked quickly, stopping herself to utter a different word even if the replacement one sounded off, “to my companion. I only want to know what happened to him, and where he is.”
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Post by iCaramelBird on Sept 14, 2016 10:23:16 GMT
- HUNTER -
As the water froze up his neck, Luke found himself flinching once again, tilting his neck upwards as he resisted the urge to claw the ice away. By this point withholding his anger against the woman was far more difficult than he ever imagined, he had to admit that to some extent the woman was right. He was running away before he even managed to establish himself or be the hero he wanted to be, he was fleeing the city and leaving the city in the hands of ashes, hoping that whatever other heroes were out there would hopefully clear up the mess. He partly believed that things would get better, but it seemed as if everything was going on a downward spiral since the riots, no matter how much he progressed, the city and all its people seem to regress continually from the attacks and schemes of selfish men and evil women. He almost found the ice pressing against his throat, finding it somewhat harder to control his shaky breaths as he narrowed his eyes, still waiting for just the right moment as by now, nobody was stepping anywhere near the alleyway. Sooner or later, he knew that either of their time was going to be up, and though the shard seemed to become more painful by the minute, he still knew that with the right timing he could get out of this, hopefully.
“You know what? Those same good guys are the ones who know everything about you, and even if The Broker was coward enough to let you run, the others aren't,” warned Luke, he knew that The Tower was still around, hoping that some of the heroes that he didn't recognize on the battlefield were them trying to help, were actually part of The Tower, or just other heroes that came to help defend the city, the same he hoped that would continue to help the city, he could only hope. “I did see that politician die, and if even part of me was convinced you were still worth helping to find your “companion”, then I could. But I won't. I'll tell you exactly what happened to him.” Luke paused, still glaring at the woman. “You killed him.” At this rate, he didn't know if he could hope that the woman would be so shocked that he would have a momentary lapse to enact his escape, or if he expected his throat to be slit. Either way, Luke felt ready enough, gauging the reaction of the woman and hoping it hurt her just as much as he hoped it would.
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Post by Yabvi on Sept 15, 2016 16:38:05 GMT
Lucy led her mother into the base, she didn't pay attention to much other than where she was going and her mother. Lucy had to have her mother sitting down in order for her to do anything. When they reached the area that resembled the living room, she placed her dazed mother on a seat. Lucy kneeled down in front of her, staring up at her glazed over eyes.
Lucy peeled off a pair of extremely thin gloves on her hand, which were unnoticeable to the non-vigilant. Her breath was heavy, and palms sweaty. Lucy hadn't ever used her ability on another person before, it was a scary thought, maybe it would take too much out of her and end up killing her. But, she would do it anyway, if it fixed her mother then it would be fine.
Lucy brought her hands up and placed them on her mother's temple. Slowing her breathing Lucy put all her focus on her palms and the connection between her palms and her mother's temple. Suddenly, a flash filled the room, and Lucy felt her arms become heavy. Meanwhile, Felicia stared down at Lucy, blinking and looking around.
She felt, normal. The pain in her head no longer persisted, and everything felt calm, like a vast ocean. Felicia looked down at her panting daughter, the young thirteen years old looked tired and filled with age beyond her years. "Honey..," Felicia croaked as she left the chair and knelt by her daughter, "Did you fix me?" She didn't know why she asked that she already knew the answer.
Lucy nodded, a weak smile on her face. Felicia stared around the room, the memories of Inferno's life flashing around like a ghost. As much as she could do that herself, it wasn't in her interests. Pulling her daughter up, Felicia sat Lucy down on the chair she was previously sitting on. Wandering off she found a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling down a farewell note to her gang. Things would be harder for them now, considering they would no longer have her to burn through things. But it would be better for them. When she was finished writing her note, Felicia returned to see her daughter fast asleep.
Finding her phone, she dialled a number. Pressing it against her ear Felicia paced up and down, waiting for an answer. The phone clicked, a voice called out, "Hello?"
"Chris, it's Felicia, I-"
"Felicia! Thank god you're still alive, last we had heard of you was going to Heartania. Wh-"
"Shut up and listen to me. Damian came back, he brought Lucy with him. I need you to collect me in a helicopter in an hour, just outside of Heartania. I'll see you in a few hours." With that, she hung up, and turned to Lucy, easily scooping the girl up in her arms.
Felicia left the base and left behind Inferno.
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Post by Arbor on Sept 15, 2016 21:54:44 GMT
Alf Jones Alf stood back and rubbed his head in frustration, leaving this happy moment behind to consider the disasters facing the city. Rory had a point- Heartania was certainly not its best at the moment, and was facing disaster at almost every moment. It wasn't the city's darkest moment, but it wasn't exactly great either. "We've had worse than this, Rory, you know that!" He chuckled slightly, although there was an edge to the joke. "But you're correct that we're not in best shapes here. Between the aftermath of the riots, and the menace Cooper has constantly been to the heroes, our new Tower has been stretched to capacity. It would be easier without the loss of several major heroes, to mystery and heartbreak. Frankly, its been a rolling ball of problems that keeps on growing!" "Things are getting better now, though! Heroes are coming back, and a lot of the major villainous elements managed to destroy each other at the Citadel last night, which certainly makes our job easier." Alf still felt strangely optimistic. He had a real sense that the worst was over. "Although Cooper and these Ravagers are still out there, so we can always use a new strong pair of hands. Happen to know any brave young heroes, newly arrived in the city, who'd be willing to stick around and help out?" Reaver Reaver rolled her eyes behind her shades and stepped inside, taking a good look at her friend as she did so. In the years since they had last seen each other, Lena Gardner seemed pretty much as she had always been, a nice sign of stability in a world with ever changing perspective. As she took a seat and a shot glass, she threw off the glasses, revealing the bruising underneath. "You have no idea how much I need this. The last couple of days have been... exciting." She smirked, and knocked back the drink in one. Her advanced genetics made getting drunk a real effort, and she was planning to kick their asses with this whisky. Slamming it back down, she nodded to the bottle for another shot. "I can't believe I ever told you about my past, Lena. How much did I have to drink for you to get that out of me, eh? Tube day... Fuck you, Gardner." Leaning back, she flashed 'Leviathan' a wide grin. Ragno "I leave the manner of the woman's death entirely up to you, Mr Foley, so long as you leave a message to anyone who would threaten my allies in the city. A nice, loud, obvious message that cannot me misinterpreted." Ragno responded without mirth. This wasn't an interesting enough target for him to get all that invested in. This was simply business. "I trust you can do that, Mr Foley?"
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Post by LHudson on Sept 15, 2016 22:43:23 GMT
BRENDAN FOLEY "I'll make it as public as possible, you might want to turn on the news in about an hour or two." Foley was strapped in and he zipped up to the top of the hole. He felt a little ill, the room his eyes were given, the vanity of something as simplistic as seeing a different table and a door, and the fact that he saw the blurred light through the barred up window had flooded his mind. It was like a lost puppy returned to it's owner, a sense of something unreal returning, but it was a feeling he had waited so long to see. Whatever strings Ragno was pulling were effective ones, and ones that have opened new doors. He smiled to himself as he was unhooked from the harness, and he said to Ragno "I'll send you what you need soon. We'll talk later." The phone hung up, and he went through the double doors. Holy shit, I can't believe I'm leaving, oh my god! What to do second? he thought to himself, nearly squeeing from the sheer excitement from leaving the prison. Processing was skipped, he stripped from his worn out prison gear, and was given the first layer of clothes. Trousers, shirt, gloves, socks, distinct feelings he missed, before the prison guards opened secured doors to reveal the flesh of his work. The Atlus. He stared at the marvel he stole for what felt like three solid minutes. The exoskeleton that covered three out of four sides of his legs, the small of his back extending outwards as it went up the spine, covering his shoulder blades, the rib harness that held it in, and the extensions to the arms with the straps on all four limbs was something he almost found exotic. The finger components were left untouched. The design was discreet enough and had served him for years, and now it'll serve him for a few more. 4966 would soon become 4967, and possibly more. "You guys have my loose gear?" he asked the guards. "No weapons." His smile turned into confusion before he turned around. "You mean--" "The national guard moved your weapons, nothing we could do about it." He was a little irritated, on one hand the evidence saying that it would be him would be blurred, but on the other hand he needed to acquire the most important component of his work. "Do you at least have everything else?" A small box was given. A phone, a storage card, small packet of cigarettes, and headphones. The Black Whisper sighed with relief as he gleefully took the card. The Atlus still fit like a glove, and as it was tightening the individual components to his body, he plugged in the card and headphones. "Calibration complete. Power at 81%, damage absolute zero, it has been 723 days since you last usage, please perform identification action." God a miss that voice. Foley stood to attention to the guards, before giving two thumbs up with stiff elbows. "Identification complete, welcome back Operative Whisper, now performing required action 224. Executing."Euphoria entered the ears of Foley, and with a quick change into his coat, the Atlus was hidden and happily strides towards the front door, only stopping short after seeing a set of keys behind a secured unit. "Can I get that please?" he asked the guard, pointing to his target. Keys given, out the front door, and saw the prize. "This day just gets better," he said to himself, drinking in the fresh air before jogging towards the black chopper before him. Turn of the keys, the monster purred, sending shivers down the spine. "God it's good to be back." Quick rev of the engine, and he was on the roads of Scarlet City. First stop, Hunter's Pit.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Sept 15, 2016 23:06:46 GMT
~ Snowflake ~ The poisonous words bit Snowflake a lot harder than she expected. In a split second she hesitated as memories of her last encounter with Crimson came flashing back. Why had he really gone after the Broker and joined Acchilleus’ forces? Why had he, who usually enjoyed picking off pesky worthless enemies with his sniper rifle from the rooftops, decided to get down on the bridge and fight hand to hand with a scrub like the one in front of her? Crimson’s words twisted and turned in her head, slithering like snakes out of a bursting serpent’s nest as they coursed through her bloodstream. Snowflake blinked once, repressing what Snowflake had known since they left the Safe Zone before the battle at the bridge; if it wasn’t for her, Crimson wouldn’t have been on that bridge. If it wasn’t for her, he would never have been caught up in the chaos, the bloodbath on tarmac above a frozen sea, and given up his life in return for.. what? Revenge? For her?Back in reality Snowflake’s glare twisted into a disgusted grimace as ice formed on the ground around her, making their way towards Hunter carrying the woman’s vicious intent with their frosty crystals. “A swift death is too merciful for bastards like you.” - Felix Norwood - Running light feet stepped into to the alleyway as Felix stopped to gasp for air. Smiling smugly to himself for having outrun someone who was following him, he raised his eyes to the two people further into the alleyway. His movements froze as he recognized his older sister keeping a man back by a shard of ice to his throat. Because she was the one who delivered him to Reginald the previous night, Felix sent a panicked glared before he mustered the little energy he had left from running away and latched onto the nearest wall and started scaling it- even if it was several stories tall. ~ Snowflake ~ The rhythm, weight and sudden stop of movement sounded familiar to Snow, who for hardly a second cast her eyes to see the foolish newcomer. When she recognized her sibling, her face spelled out utter confusion, void of all logic explanation that her head could possibly fathom. In less than a second her little brother had made a jump up to climb the wall; and that was probably all the distraction Luke Jones needed.
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Post by Adam on Sept 15, 2016 23:38:58 GMT
ANOMALY | Rory Cross Rory grimaced as Alf spoke of the grim state of the city, until he reached the end. "Happen to know any brave young heroes, newly arrived in the city, who'd be willing to stick around and help out?" "I would have Peter's whole Sidekick Squad on call if it weren't for... you know," Rory teased his former mentor. Alf never had let him join the country-spanning league of teen heroes, Rory had made his peace with it but had always wanted to be part of something bigger; something homegrown and real unlike Alf's corporate Tower. "But yeah," he continued with a light chuckle, "I'm here as long as Heartania needs me."
BACKLASH | Mason Vance Mason reached out for the earpiece Clyde held out for him. He thought of the giant network of heroes The Tower represented, harking back to the old days in Scarlet. "Wow," Mason said, taking the earpiece and putting it on, "Who'd have though all those years ago in Scarlet - you and Steel butting heads, me and Red falling over each other's feet - who'd have guessed there'd be something to organised years later." Beat. "The Tower?" he pondered, "How's Alf?"
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Post by LHudson on Sept 16, 2016 0:57:41 GMT
The city felt new, the city bled new life, and the city present a different image to the one he previously knew. It was a new lens, one that has changed after two years in the hole. It was refreshing, and as Foley drove through town on the bike, he took the moments when he stopped to smell the fresh roses. It may still be a rotten city, but after years going through Heartania, San Cenestra, Capital, and Waterway, he knew Scarlet at it's current state might be the more peaceful of the bunch, unless Gallows was hiding news from him. He stopped the bike and stepped off, locking it and walking away down a dingy alleyway that smelt of vomit and piss. It was oddly welcoming in a crap way, something that he'll soon despise enough. A short ways down were some small stairs under a neon light. Hunter's Pit.His music stopped as he walked down the small flight of stairs and opened the door. The interior was more inviting, resembling a smoking lounge that hid itself under a vile name and exterior. There were two men playing pool, one on the pachinko machine, and one other man who stood by the door and watched the small world turn. He approached the bartender, who was too busy sorting out the large stacks of alcohol into an attractive pile to notice the man in black gear. Foley sat down on the chair, making a noticeable squeak. The bartender didn't look, but acknowledged the movement with a simple "you got a particular poison you want?" Foley smiled. "I have a few in mind." The bartender froze, before slowly turning around. "Well fuck me," he said in shock, before stepping down from the small ladder and embraced Foley. "Good to see you again Deck." "Likewise Ben," replied Declan, almost too shocked to let go of his embrace. "You look like you've aged ten years." "Eh," Foley shrugged. "one of your earthquakes should solve that." Deck smiled and got to work. "What the hell happened to you? First I heard a job went bad and the next thing I heard you were put in a hole in the ground." "You heard correctly." "You ever got out?" "First time ever just now." "Good behaviour?" "Direct opposite." Deck paused for a moment as he inserted some sugar into the drink. "Back in business?" "It's why I'm here actually." Deck kept his pause before shrugging it off and finished the drink. "On the house," he commented, pulling up a chair and sat opposite Foley. "So tell me, what was it like? Down in the hole?" Foley took a sip of the drink. "It was boring as fuck I gotta tell you." "No music?" "No nothing. No outside, barely any reading, just sat in a hole all day everyday, completely featureless. You ever been in one of those sensory deprivation chambers? Inside spas." "My sister did, said it was oddly relaxing." "After two days the shine wore off and started to try and take a toll on the mind. Stayed in any longer it would've turned me into a potato." He took another sip, slightly energised him. "But enough of me, what about you?" Deck sat back. "Well, I knew my craftiness worked since no one came here looking for you, and the city has been doing kind of ok. Still got crime, but it was a lot more peaceful after you got banged up." He raised an eyebrow. "And it just got a little more peaceful come to think of it." Another sip. "Go on?" He leaned in a little closely. "You remember the Jackals right?" Foley nodded. "Well, they've been in a bit of a rut recently. Just yesterday they were robbed of everything." "Including their bikes?" "Like hell they would take the bikes. Still, once the night was done, they were bled dry. Just a few dead bodies and maybe some copper coins left. Ammo gone so they can't recuperate quickly. And get this. It was just four people that took them on." Another sip. "Against the gang? Just four?" "That's what the news says, so suffice to say don't expect them to be on your list of targets or your client portfolio anytime soon." Foley chuckled to himself. "So....about this new job." Foley started sipping the last of the cocktail drink. "What are the details, still have your 'insurance' at the back." Foley finished the drink before placing the phone of the desk. "This is going to need re-encoding before I make any calls from it, but besides from that a simple job." He placed the glass on the bar. "Mr John Doe is not a fan of a Miss Ambroke and her actions, and would like them removed from the picture while leaving behind a message." Deck smiled. "Those assholes? For you it'll be like taking candy from a baby." He lifted the bar up and activated the 'silent alarm'. "Downstairs?" The basement opened up on command and Foley stood up. "After you." The two went down while Deck rushed to a nearby table. "Miss Ambroke isn't too much of a hassle but from what I hear she's been causing some mischief, most notable to the Pembles and the Mercers. You'll likely find her in a small bar called the Cherry Tree, it's where she holds her meetings and the staff is under her fist." "Anyone not part of her group?" "Exclusively staffed with assholes during the daytime and with moronic drunks with debts to pay at night." Deck finished with the phone and threw it towards Foley, whom caught it and attached it to one small clip on his ribs. "For you, it should be the best welcome back break you can get, unless they throw you down the hole again." He pressed a button and a small panel opened up, stacked to the brim with guns, ammunition, and accessories. Foley smiled to himself as he began glancing the 17 barely visible holsters on the Atlus. "I don't plan on returning there tonight."
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Post by VirtueNco on Sept 16, 2016 4:38:54 GMT
>> SONAR << Citadel Helipad "...I thought it would be good if you moved in"Johnny gulped at those words, staring at the grey-blue sky. Natasha was being forward, and he didn't know how to feel about it. Especially when the offer started digging up memories. He remembered the team house back in Australia. The four of them, staying under one roof to keep close and alert at all times. The way they would slack off in the living area, pretending to be studying crime data to please nobody in particular while thinking of dumb ways to pass the time. The way they would pull all-nighters every now and then, playing board games or watching movies. The way he and Cassie would waste hours just chatting, enjoying each other's company on the couch, and making Aderyn and Simon plenty uncomfortable in the process. He remembered dodgy, cheap motel rooms, with stained carpets that managed to collect feathers. Aderyn was there, the only one with him, his best friend and partner in crime. The dark windows that kept sunlight just about to a minimum. Photos scattered across tables of a man in black, any sightings of him shadowing Acchilleus around Heartania. He remembered teasing each other constantly, quips and taunts to get one-up on the other. For a few long seconds, he remembered. His eyes shut tight, clenching to hold back emotion. He didn't want Nat to see him cry, after all. His face reddened, his eyes even more so, as he opened them again and looked at the girl beside him, expecting an answer. "I... I don't know. I'll have to give it some thought." He coughed, realising he'd been holding his breath. >> ARES << Citadel Corridor The guards had let him in reluctantly, and Ares now made his way down winding corridors, passing through a lobby or two. He'd been told that Mira was last heard of heading towards the vault with the official-looking women that had arrived just before him, so his only lead was to head deeper into the complex until he could find better directions.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Sept 16, 2016 16:52:12 GMT
- HUNTER -
“You took the words right out of my mouth,” Luke exclaimed, maintaining the steel in his voice as he wondered if this was how he was going to die, with ice in his throat, the cold burrowing his body, until he was under the same darkness his sister fell victim too only a day ago. He wondered if he was ready, his hands still shaking somewhat as he waited for the right moment, watching the water upon the ground become slow and steady until it too was ice, with crystals threatening to spike up from the body underfoot. He didn't know if he was ready, certainly didn't feel like it, not right now, and even if he somehow was, he was hurt, and the woman was ready to cut his throat with however much effort was needed. The police weren't coming, nobody was, and the thought of him dying in an alleyway with nobody but James who would bother looking for him made his heart race as he continued to hold his gaze with the woman. It was then, when he sensed something, their sudden heavy breathing, their body clashing with the wall that they were scampering up as Luke followed the woman's eyes to see them looking beyond him, looking beyond the ice and the pain to see something that utterly grabbed at her, and gave him the right time.
In a quick movement, Luke pushed his hands down to watch the spike of ice at his throat and the other steadily forming crystals pierce the ground, and give off the resounding sound as if glass had just broke underfoot, shards of ice spraying everywhere beneath the both of them, as Luke ran forward, the blood was burning, but the cold burnt him even more. His elbow smacked into the woman, pushing her aside as he grimaced from the pain, bending down like the swoop of a vulture, scooping chunks of flesh out of their prey, his hand came down and grabbed the gun, another coming up and feeling the sword haphazardly expand out, the small radiance of heat comforted him for just a moment, as he saw the blue glow out of the corner of his eye. Luke only hoped this worked as he dragged the katana down and watched it, with some difficulty, tear at the chainlink fence. He thanked the adrenalin in his system, because without it, he felt like he was going to collapse if he didn't stop and collect himself soon. He scraped through the thin slit of the fence, feeling the sides of the tight opening scratch at his face and arms, the blood still dripping from the cut across his face. Luke looked around at the different openings, his breathing laboured as he quickly chose a path and stuck to it, rushing down there and suddenly greeting a less populated street, one that was dirtier and closer to residence it seemed, a poorer part of the city. Luke leaned against the wall, tired, and even more hurt, he found himself placing his sword back into the metallic sheath on his back. He wiped the blood, smearing it before he could wipe it away properly with his sleeve, making the cut burn with the contact.
It's going to be fine. You're gonna be fine. Luke reassured himself as the gun was still in his hands, he glanced down the alleyway he just came through, wondering if the woman was making chase and he would have to face death in the eye once again. But after a few quiet moments, Luke sighed in relief, finally catching his breath as he put his gun back into its rightful holster, and glanced around. He felt his messy hair was already messier, the scratches on his arms and face burned, the blood dripping from the wound was slowing but Luke was certainly far too tired to do anything but try and figure out where he was, and keep moving. With one final glance back down the alleyway, Luke's hand came to meet one of the straps of his rucksack, staying there as he carried on through the neighbourhood, hoping to find his way.
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Post by AlexJ on Sept 16, 2016 19:24:50 GMT
GRACE SCOTT | STARLASS Heartania | The Citadel 2nd December 2063 | Morning With a confident smirk, Grace rose from the bed; walking closer to Alex, and then window... or what was left of it. "Don't worry about me, Richardson. I've had worse flights," her tone was more reminiscent of her earlier days, when Starlass was a growing name in the city, and the heroic community by proxy. Her detractors used to call her brash, although she had preferred self-assured. She often wondered about that Starlass, how they would think and feel, but crucially: how they would act. She supposed it was a memento of the naive hero she used to be that that same confidence told her that this; getting back on her feet, was the best possible thing to do. However, she wasn't about to profess this to the minuscule audience she had, so instead she refocused her attention to the task at hand, "Alex, if you wanna get ahead now, I can follow with Jade on my back... if you're both ready?" CLYDE IRWIN | KINETIC WARDEN Heartania | Highrise 2nd December 2063 | Morning He was a little surprised, hearing what he thought to be a favourable tone to Mason's register. Operating in an environment where it was just four vigilantes, segregated into two bands, he was sure that the ex-deputy would be resistant to the idea of organising and pooling efforts towards a common goal. "Alf is... Alf. Less gloomy than before, and prone to give you lectures about being reckless... not unlike myself I suppose. I'm sure he'll be pleased to meet you." LENA GARDNER | LEVIATHAN Heartania | City Centre 2nd December 2063 | Morning Grinning and raising an eyebrow, Lena couldn't help but chuckle as Reaver mockingly berated her. She couldn't quite remember how she got her to spill, which meant it almost certainly involved a lot of alcohol. It was something of a tradition that the two would at least one drink during a reunion, and with that sacred creed in mind, she kept pouring. "You're secret's safe with me Reave', Gardner's honour," she handed the glass to her drinking buddy, before taking her own shot. It was embarrassing to admit, but the fearsome assassin known as Leviathan was something of a lightweight, a fact she was reminded of as the world started to get just a little woozy, "So how're you been? Tell me about your new organisation! It sounds thrilling!"
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Post by LHudson on Sept 16, 2016 20:34:02 GMT
BRENDAN FOLEY Foley drove down the streets, away from the central population and more and more into the more run down sector of the city, low population, less activity, and during this time of day where the people were at work, it made for the perfect crime to be committed. The graffiti increased by volume, and before he knew it he was at the back end of Scarlet City. The Cherry Tree, filthier than a public bathroom on the outside and probably worse on the inside. Area was barren, neon lights were smashed, and the only thing that indicated that it was open were the two large men with the same tattoo on the neck. Guess that's what you get in the Ambroke Asylum, oh well. He thought to himself as the machine he was riding on silenced on his command. Time to get to work, and he started his walk towards the entrance, all while lifting the scarf up to cover his face. "Hey, this place is closed!" said one of the guards, taking note that he was crossing the road towards the building. Looks like you're not outside talent."Hey asshole! He said the place was clo--" The silent pings that rang towards them shut them up. Two shots from the two hands of Foley, into the head through different eyes. They collapsed against the wall, not blocking the man entering the establishment. No rust, excellent, he thought to himself, putting the two silenced handguns back into his coat, before opening the doors and entered the bar. Indeed it was filthy, but it was also oddly empty. Partially damaged from the lack of maintenance. Jukebox was playing but was heavily distorted, it would have to do as Foley took out the headphones and saw the barmaid emerge herself from the counter. "You're....we're closed sir." Black eye, scared, some bruises, gotta get rid of her. "I'm sorry miss," he replied. "It's just the gentlemen outside didn't stop me, so I presumed this place was open." The maid was stuttering, but was noticeably confused. "Are....are you with Miss Ambroke for a meeting sir?" Foley looked around and lowered the scarf a little, just exposing the nose. He coughed. "As a matter of fact I do, got some important business to discuss." He looked at the woman. "You work for Miss Ambroke?" She nodded. He inspected the black eye and simply gestured it. "I'm it's more of a...shotgun service?" The barmaid looked down before jumping the gun. "Can I get you something sir?" He thought about it, but simply said, "shot of lemonade please." He needed to tread carefully. She poured a glass and gave it to him. "Anyone here under the same conditions?" She hesitated. "Don't worry," he whispered. "I'm delivering an offer that requires her to move cities, it's just so my client can make appropriate arrangements. They are a thoughtful bunch." She once again hesitated. "It's normally me and my fiancee, but he is sick today so I've got to work double duty tonight. Just me." Fiancee eh?The door on the opposite side of the room opened, and out came burly men in in black shits, followed by a woman in a business suit. "Who's this clown? Did you let this man in Kelly?" The barmaid straightened up. "No Miss Ambroke, Rodney and Blake let him in?" She scorned Kelly. "You think I'd believe that garbage?" Foley smiled. "She isn't lying. The men out front didn't stop me from coming inside." "RODNEY!" she shouted, no response. Kelly glanced the three parties, Ambroke, Foley, and the absent Rodney. "BLAKE YOU GET YOUR ASS INSIDE HERE NOW!" Again no response before she looked at one of her cronies. "Bring those deaf hicks inside." The man started his walk towards the front door. "Miss Ambroke," said Foley. "I am simply here on behalf of my client." The jukebox finished and turned over. "I'm here to make an offer you can't refuse." He glanced Kelly. "Might want to stay down for this." "What the hell are you talking about sonny boy?" Ambroke replied. Foley smiled crookedly. "Son of a bitch the tw--" Pop goes the weasel, and the man in front is dead, bullet to the head. Foley looked opposite his extended hand, and while everyone was in a small state of shock, he unhocked his coat, falling to the floor. Ambroke's eyes widened, as the mystery man literally was covered in guns. "KILL THE BASTARD!" Pistol down, out come the submachine, one in each hand. Ambroke's family started to fire, but two of them were already down before they had a chance to fire a shot. They were covered in bullets as Ambroke retreated back into the small room. Foley made for cover as the bar was littered with sparks, shards of glass, and a mixture of lead and gunpowder. "God a miss this!" he muttered to himself as he started to charge towards the door, spraying his weapons while some of the scattered family had tried to reload. 3 more went down, and the submachine guns went back in their holsters. He was forced back into cover, but pulled out another silenced pistol before taking aim of his surroundings. "DIE ASSHOL--" Quick pop ended that man's journey. Five more if he counted correctly, and one of them started to spray from behind the bar counter, obviously not taking any chances but left Foley in a difficult position. He once again observed his limited surroundings, and a lampshade opened an avenue. He fired once, and the loud yell for the man meant he was down. Four left. Two started firing shotguns, but their inability to react properly lead to their downfall. One wasted their entire clip, while a quick throw of a glass emptied the other. Two shots and they were down, while another shot took down another on in the corner. Ambroke emerged with complete fury in her eyes, but a quick extension of Foley's arm caused the quickly injured Ambroke to stagger into the wall. His pistols were out of ammo, and this holstered them. Click.Foley turned around to see one more man, pistol pointed directly in his face. He observed the man, crooked teeth showing as the smell of cigarettes and alcohol overwhelmed the already unpleasant smell of the bar. "You're a fucking dead man--" "That's going to jam." The man's smile went down. "You think you're a smartass, wise last words?" "No, from the way you are shaking it around and the fact that you've manually set the trigger half way means that it's not going to connect to the bullet you have loaded in." "Sweet dreams." He pulled the trigger, but like Foley himself said, it jammed. Foley smile and gave the man a quick push, before turning around to approach Ambroke, kicking his heels in the air which fired two pistols attached to his shoes, with the man falling upon impact. Foley needed to check. The small office only had a desk and a safe stuck into the wall, and a couple of spare weapons that looked like they were five years out of date. No one left, and thus he took out his pistol and detached the silencer. He approached Ambroke still breathing despite the shoulder injury, and began to utilise the payphone on the wall. "Who the fuck was your client big boy?" "Client confidentiality, but he made an offer you couldn't refuse." "You mean put me in a hospital and take everything away from me?" Foley dialled a number. "Not exactly." "Hello 911, what is your emergency."An audible bang was heard as the loud pistol fired a bullet into the skull of Miss Ambroke, before Foley dropped the phone, leaving it hanging by it's wire. His phone was out, taking pictures of everyone down. Thirteen plus the mark, 4981 confirmed kills, he was back in the game and he loved that fact. Nothing was lost in the pit, and soon he'll have a decent clientele again. He holstered the weapon before heading back to the bar, Kelly curled up into the fetal position. "You might want to get up, it's over," he whispered, before picking up his coat and putting back on. He turned back around and saw the woman shaking nervously. "Now then," he started, taking the glass in his gloved hand. "You have two options. Option one, you stay here and give the police a statement, but face the possibility of jail time for harbouring criminals, even if under duress since Scarlet police sometimes like to give the audience a face to hate. Or option 2..." He took out a pistol and fired through the doorway, hitting the safe and opening it up to reveal wads of money inside. "...you can take whatever amount is in that safe, pack your bags, and live a better life since this place will be locked down." Downed the lemonade without his lips making contact with the glass, leave no trace. "Not bad lemonade. It was nice meeting you Kelly." And thus, Foley was back in the phone book. He hopped on the bike, and drove away.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Sept 16, 2016 21:57:08 GMT
- THE QUEEN OF ROSES -
Mira waited, watching as the other women departed and she wondered if she could simply just walk out in hopes that the investigation could be called for at a later time, time ticked on and the women were weights that would not buckle. Nevertheless, she was surprised as she witnessed a familiar face beginning to step through the corridors of The Citadel, funnily enough, the two of them had barely spoken to one another and yet her trust for them outweighed most of the people that were in this building. The absence of Little Mice or any life within the corridors seemed to be a striking composition for what The Citadel had seemingly become, no footsteps that pierced the walls of rooms. There was no panicked or interested mutterings and murmurs, no eyes that followed one another and quick walking as people organised things on tablets, scrawled on notepads, and rushed around in panic, fear, curiosity, interest, a steady activeness that overtook them. Instead, it was just empty, alone, and despondent. The Citadel had quite literally become a shell of its former self, though Mira had to truly debate whether that "former self" had much dignity to lose in the first place. It all started with a man with a thirst for power, most stories like this started the same way. Getting beside herself, Mira simply stepped around the corner, nearly running into her ally, Ares. She stepped back, startled slightly but quickly reminded herself to smile upon recognition.
“Oh hey there, it's great to see you again,” greeted Mira, holding out her hand as she glanced up and down the warrior in front of her. It had been an extremely peculiar two months, Mira had told herself, plotting to overthrow a political figure, helping her partner Seth, and meeting people like the strange Ares who seemed to descend from a whole other sphere of influence altogether had been as entertaining as it had been riveting, and in many ways horrific. The relief that was lifted from her when she saw the flames consume Acchilleus was not going to be matched again, at least that's what Mira thought for now. It also didn't stop it from being terrible, no matter what little part of her looked forward to the battle being over and done with. The bullets that travelled across the battlefield, and the bodies that were mowed down, with the fine leadership from the man standing in front of her, was something that still shocked her to the core. If anything, it was thanks to what little allies she could get such as Ares, that she was able to speak to her parents the following morning. She wondered now as to why he was here, maybe to collect what other men had been taken away from him, or just to see the result of their carnage once more.
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Sept 17, 2016 22:03:31 GMT
-Harvey Hare- A small hatch on the bottem of his door lifted up and pushed through a tray that had a small plate on it with a block of bread like substance, the hatch closed and a female Guard walked away "Wait!" Harvey shouted as he grabbed hold of the bars and the Guard closes to him hit the bars knocking him away from them and sending him back in, grabbing his hand and rubbing it "sit back down and eat up" the guard shouted, as he started to hack away at his food tiny bits started to chip away at the block he sighed and looked over at the man in the next cell, he was an eldarly man but was still in shape he started to eat the soup he was given and quickly turned to Harvey as he noticed him looking at him Harvey jumped and started to try and eat the food he was given
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