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Post by LHudson on Apr 6, 2017 15:14:49 GMT
- BRENDAN FOLEY -MAZE WORLD BANK - SCARLET CITY(BGM)
""I'm sorry, Foley," Reid sputtered, "But I can't just sign on to help you kill some nameless mark... I need to know what I'm getting myself into."
Dammit, Foley thought to himself, knowing that time is ticking by. He looked at the staff door leaving to the bank, just aching to be used, before looking up at the high floors of the building. He needed to do his business, but not expose the mark, and thus, he tells the truth.
"Can't tell you the mark..." Foley took a deep breath. "...but my business is to be conducted in Lauren Crowshaw's office on the top floor."
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Post by VirtueNco on Apr 14, 2017 2:42:22 GMT
PART ONE: CHRISTMAS LIGHTS "SHIT!" The explosion knocked nearby pedestrians from their feet, catching them all off guard. Capital City citizens didn't expect attacks after all. Villains preferred the proving ground that was Heartania as a stage for their crimes. So when an abandoned plastics warehouse went up in bright light, nobody was prepared. The reports on the news had warned of a string of electrical fires, but arson was mostly our of the questions. And arson was the only way suck a building would catch alight. The light blinded onlookers for a moment before they got their bearings back. Some screamed, some froze, some simply walked away frightened. Most of them failed to notice the dark shape moving away from the suddenly torched shell of the building. All except for one young man with a handheld device. Video footage would later do the rounds on social media, with all the rumours and speculation that followed. People were scared, and they wanted to know who the woman flying away from the scene of the explosion was. And more importantly, they wanted to know why she wore a navy blue suit with a white star emblazoned on the chest.
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Post by LHudson on Apr 25, 2017 23:45:34 GMT
- NATASHA MCCALL -TOWN SQUARE - HEARTANIAThe message had rang itself through the dust and rubble of the square. Cooper, or the 'Marshal' judging from the ramblings of the few stable people below, had sent his message. It froze Natasha only for a moment, if only because the person she heard contrasted jarringly against the man she saw months ago. She lightly lowered herself to the floor, within the thick dust caused by the disintegration of the statue that stood since the city's founding. She heard only the voices of people begging for help, or crying with no clear direction. Christmas Day, celebrations covered in chaos and dust. Natasha lightly treaded through the rubble, strumming only lightly to find people buried within the destruction.
- CLAUDIA KRAMER -HALLAM MUSEUM - TOWN SQUARE - HEARTANIA The ringing was loud, the people were running, yet Kramer was left within the broken wood of the committee's stand. Her breathing was abnormally slow, hampered by the dust that clouded the entire room. The woman could only lay there, as everyone standing was directed to the nearest exit, while those knocked to the ground were helped up one by one.
Look at them, she thought to herself, observing what facial expression she could see in the dense air. What pain did these people deserve? She knew she was a target, but there was little rational reasoning for people to be involved. Normal people, doing their jobs and probably just wanted to go home when their duties were completed.
She grasped onto the floor and struggled to lift herself up, her back and shoulders pulsating with pain and stiffness. She did what she could before she slumped back, resting on the dent she created in the committee stand.
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Post by Jaminx on May 6, 2017 23:54:12 GMT
Gemma was not enjoying her Christmas day. It had started with a rude awakening where her pet cat had tried to smother her by sitting on her face at four in the morning. After feeding the monster she had done her round of phone calls and messages to those in her family who were awake thanks to her nieces and nephews getting up almost as early as her cat. As she put the phone down and her uniform on she had felt empty, the reality of being so far from her old home heavier with the warmth over the phone to feed it.
The air was a little chilly making the patrol route with her older partner a round of complaints about his joints and the cold he had come down with. Gemma let the words rush around her inserting all the right reactions. Sure she cared about Matt working beside her but this was the fifth day he had made it sound like his cold was the plague and he should totally be home but was a strong man struggling through this trial. She was done with it all before the call on the radio came through.
"Explosions at city hall. Council under attack. All officers called are needed on the scene."
Matt no longer complained about his knees as they legged it down the street skidding on the icy pavement. They joined their brothers and sisters in blue the detective in charge marshalling some to go inside others to work on the perimeter. That was how Gemma ended up outside shuffling her feet at a cordon as others rushed inside to help. She felt guilty at not being able to do more. But for now it was just the shuffle and holding crowds back.
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Post by Adam on May 11, 2017 0:03:43 GMT
PHOBOS The Two Aces - Morning
Phobos hung off of each of the girl's words as she spoke. With each word that left her mouth, he grew more and more uncomfortable. While it quickly became apparent that she was certainly no Ascendant Champion, Phobos quickly began to recognise parallels between her story and what he was quickly beginning to remember of his own since that painful flash of memory had jolted through him like a shot. Dragged to hell, torn apart and put back together as something that didn't even resemble what they had started with. And then emerging back among the mortals. At least the girl could still remember who she was before being dragged down. And then there was the hunger. He was confident he had not yet experienced that, though lived in fear that at any moment he could be snatched up by the Revenant once more and set on a task to destroy on their behalf. Phobos did not know much about his past life, but he knew he didn't want to hurt anyone if he didn't have to. Slowly still, a feeling began to set in; a shiver. Before, inside the bar Phobos had felt something special about the girl when her voice cut above all others, but now he began to feel an aura emanating from the young woman. One that screamed threat. Then she continued to speak. "Look, there was a ripple a couple of weeks back. Something big came through from there. If you do believe me you should probably run. I should probably run. I don't want to go back. I don't want to hurt anyone else. I'm only just me again and whatever it was... " Could she..? Was she..? His eyes darted wide as he realised... the thing she was running from was Phobos, the reaper of the Revenants, the guard dog of Hell. In a sudden surge of energy, Phobos bolted upright, his meagre emotions gone and replaced with only anger and determination. His eyes glossed over, becoming fully black. He was now - for the first time since his rebirth - under Revenant influence. While the girl stared off, the possessed Phobos set his eyes upon her, his brow furrowed in a steely gaze. Unbeknownst to her, Phobos clenched his fists, and around them began to coalesce deadly black-and-blue flames. This was until the blast. The ground seemed to shake as a bomb detonated just a block away, the Hallam Museum crumbling into itself. Force rippled through the ground, ravaging the feeble frame of the Two Aces bar and jolting the man back to his senses. His fists unclenching, he looked around his surroundings in shock. Civilians screamed and began to panic as rubble fell all around them. In that moment something seemed to cry out to him. Instantly, he looked to the girl whose name he still hadn't learnt. Gone was the desire to wring her throat but the knowledge that had been bestowed upon him during his brief possession still very much intact. He spat, "I know what you are and you're going to help me get these people to safety."
ANOMALY | Rory Cross Hallam Museum - Morning Rory arrived at the scene mere seconds after Frequency had touched down among the rubble. Emergency services had already polled up to the site, with Special Forces scanning every nearby nook and cranny for the assailant identified as Adrian Cooper. His gaze darting left and right, Rory immediately caught a glimpse of a figure among the debris, struggling to lift themselves from the rubble's captivity. His jokey demeanor gone, deactivated, Anomaly bolted past and over the blockade set up by police, charging into the ruined makeshift courtroom on his electromagnetic skates. Switching them off as he met the stoney floor, Rory sprinted over to the far side of the room before he reached the isolated victim whom, from closer inspection without the thick, stone dust obscuring his vision, he identified as none of the present defendant; Claudia Kramer. Putting certain political views aside, he pushed down to the wood covering her and heaved to lift it with his cybernetically-enhanced strength, shifting the obstruction quickly. "Are you hurt?" he asked, holding out a metal hand to her with a worried expression on his face.
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Post by Jaminx on May 11, 2017 0:36:50 GMT
"Shit..." Haley froze as her brain screamed for her to run. Taking a breath as she heard the words and gasped as the explosion shook her world.
"Yes Master, your desire is my will." She bowed to the words of command even as the hatred behind them stung at her. A part of her had been craving instructed desire for too long and it lapped it up as she shrugged off her coat leaving it on the ground. Screw warmth it would be awkward to wear when the wings likely came out. She gave a sad look towards the barman as she felt her eyes begin to darken. She held her other form back with gritted teeth managing to get out the next words carefully.
"Where should we start Master?"
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Gemma was almost knocked over as another hero came rushing past. She was sure this one had roller skates. Who in the hell used roller skates anymore? Ah well she wasn't one to judge if she could move that fast or even fast enough to be a decent runner she might have strapped on some roller skates as well. It did feel a bit annoying that their blockade was about as defensive as toffee against those with powers but they did their best and those without were at least kept at bay.
"You alright Smith?" Matt yelled across to her as she brushed herself off.
"I'm fine. Get back to helping people, you old skiver."
He gave her a sad grin and moved back to action as she focused on the job.
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Post by LHudson on May 14, 2017 15:30:43 GMT
- NATASHA MCCALL -TOWN SQUARE - HEARTANIA She found it too difficult to make anything out, the thick dust still settling as the sirens and people moved within the affected area. Anomaly had flown through the dust, presumably to help the evacuation, but it still left everyone with much to do. The first step was to get a better idea of the environment, and thus she flew herself above the still-repairing town hall, and played the strings lightly.
The dust started to lift, and a thin stream of grey dust started making it's way towards nearby dumpsters.
- CLAUDIA KRAMER -HALLAM MUSEUM - TOWN SQUARE - HEARTANIA The sound was weak, muffled within a high pitched tone that still rang from her ears. She still struggled to open her eyes due to shock, but also because of the dust. Fortunately it was clearing, and within the muffled environment stood a tall man; a much more imposing presence.
"Are you hurt?" said the man, with the voice being extremely difficult to make out.
She at least understood it, but struggled to reach her arm out to the man. Her shoulders stung in pain, and her legs weren't giving her better signals. "Could be worse," she replied, gripping to his arm as she struggled to get to her feet.
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Post by VirtueNco on May 18, 2017 3:35:20 GMT
"Do you think any of them still think about me?" Chill wind flicked loose strands of black hair across the young man's face, tickling his nose. He wasn't going to say anything, of course. It'd be rude for him to ruin her moment. His silence made her sigh, but she knew he had nothing to reply with anyway. Steam rose up off her warm breath, and she turned to face him. "I miss them, sometimes. I wonder if I could ever just go back and spend Christmas with them, one more time." Evander looked at his shoes, frowning. He knew how she felt, even if their situations were a little different. "You'd be doing more harm than good by showing yourself again." "I know. I just..." Riya's eyes drifted to one side as she trailed off. "It's okay." More than once, Evan had wished he could cure more than just physical pain, and this was one of those times. Words weren't always enough. A tear squeezed its way onto her cheek as she turned back to the stone plinth set into the earth. She scrunched her nose to relieve the wet sensation, and forced a smile that her best friend couldn't see. "I guess we have a 'higher calling' now, though. The Tower needs us as much as we need it." Evan approached her, standing less than a metre behind as he read the words on the headstone one more time. Alexandria Carpenter. 2034 - 2057. Daughter, sister, dearly missed."Come on, it's cold," he said, speaking as patiently as he knew how, "We should head back." She shivered as if on cue, and turned ninety degrees to walk out of the cemetery. Even remained stone-faced as he followed behind her, tapping his wrist button to unlock their car. As Riya climbed into the driver's seat, a buzz sounded from her pocket. From: CMP@tower To: BLK@tower CC: NMB@tower
You told me to watch the sweepers while you were gone in case something came up...
Something came up. And it's exploded across the web. We might need to look into this one ASAP.
::Attached video file:: "We'd better see what it is," Riya spoke calmly, swallowing the previous mood down, "Ed wouldn't bother sending the video directly if it was nothing." The short clip projected itself onto the car's monitor and the pair leaned in to watch. It was blurry footage, but the shapes were clear enough to see what was going on. A building exploded in white light, people ran screaming, then a dark blue shape lifted up into the air. Someone had edited the clip to make out the shape better. And when the video zoomed in, both Riya and Evan audibly gasped. Very clearly, not even trying to hide, was Starlass, fleeing from the scene.
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Post by iCaramelBird on May 20, 2017 16:58:38 GMT
- HUNTER -
Home sweet home. Luke glanced around at their apartment, untouched, he had the feeling that neither him or James had stepped inside since the day they had left Heartania behind weeks ago. “So you’re telling me you met Gale in Scarlet City?” questioned Luke, as he turned around, starting to get rid of most of his holsters, as he laid down his weapons on their sofa. It was an odd sight, but it was something that they had been used to doing, simply letting their weapons or whatever research they had been doing on Acchilleus flow over the apartment. James nodded as he leaned against the door frame, already having locked the door behind him. “Yeah, it was crazy,” noted James, his voice seemed to have had that confident streak but he was shaken slightly, hurt as he glanced at Luke taking off his clothes. “What are you doing?” Luke looked up at him starting to walk to their bedroom. “Well I just got back in the city, I need to head out and see what’s going on, save some lives, we still need to arrange Lilly’s funeral and you need to work on-” started Luke.“Being a private investigator?” asked James, smirking as he raised an eyebrow. Luke nodded ducking into the bathroom and turning the shower on before he headed out, taking off the remainder of his clothes, James wincing as he could see every scar and bruise from batte. “Exactly,” sounded Luke. “Now I need to wash this blood off of me before I head out.” And with that he ducked into the bathroom as James shrugged, following.
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Post by Zircon on May 24, 2017 23:50:41 GMT
- JIRO MATSUDA - - 'RONIN' -Jiro had been given a high-priority contract. This was a first. Before he had simply been tracking and capturing bounties. But this was an assassination contract. One that was worth a lot of money. Jiro had killed before, and had done it for money too. This was a known figure, though. The sister of Jonathan Kramer- Claudia Kramer. Someone wants this poor fool dead. The contractor wanted to stay anonymous. Jiro didn't care as long as he got his money. If he didn't? Well he'd just have to hunt down this 'anonymous' contractor too. Jiro read over the contract again.
He read it to himself, "..and spit on the corpse when she's dead.. Gross." Jiro muttered under his breath. He folded the contract back up and put into his pocket.
It was time to get to work. It wouldn't be too hard to hunt down a known figure, right? He quickly threw his Senshi Gear on, started his motorcycle.. And then stopped. He realized that to track down this target he needed to blend in for awhile. Searching public places with a katana on your hip wasn't exactly the best way to find someone. He stored his katana in it's compartment on the motorcycle and activated the civilian mode on both his helmet and the bike. He started it again, and decided to head to a cafe.
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Post by iCaramelBird on May 25, 2017 0:31:11 GMT
- HUNTER -
The towel continued to ravage Luke’s air as he quickly rubbed it against his head, zipping up his jacket as he quickly threw the towel down, and started to style his hair all in a manic pace as he glanced at the television. Another day in Heartania it seemed as he paused to watch the live coverage of the explosion at Town Square, cringing as he heard the familiar name of Claudia Kramer escape the reporter’s mouth. He sighed, there were people there that were going to need his help and with that he threw the towel down as he quickly rushed over towards James, still half naked and eating leftover pasta which from the smell alone seemed to have gone bad a long time ago. Luke quickly kissed him. “Okay, I’m gonna go try and help out with the explosions, I think the snow will help, I’ll try and be back at six, but if I’m not don’t wait up for me,” said Luke as he rushed over towards the window, opening it as he glanced down the alleyway from the side of their building. He glanced up and down as he started to climb out onto the ledge. “Good luck!” called James, his mouth full of food, poking another conjoined group with a fork as Luke jumped, barely managing to have the climbing axe hook onto the edge of the nearby rooftop of the opposing building as he heaved himself up. He glanced around, snow continuing to sweep through as screams rocketed throughout the steel streets of the city. “Oh man,” gasped Luke as he could already see the blazing inferno left behind by the explosion at the town square from where he stood perched atop the rooftop. As he jumped, roof to roof, trying to be wary of the icy ground, he skidded to a stop nearby as emergency services were helping people and others were panicked, still choking on the dust that streamed in the air. Luke raised his scarf to cover his mouth and nose as he started to carefully descend the building, rushing forward as he pressed his hand out to stop an oncoming car which beeped at him in annoyance before he managed to get over. Even with the scarf, he still found himself coughing as he concentrated, watching the snow spin into water that ebbed in a soft and small stream towards the smaller embers that dotted around the white landscape. All Luke could question is, who did this, and more importantly, why? He gazed around, another day in Heartania.
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Post by LHudson on May 25, 2017 1:04:40 GMT
MEPHISTOPHELES CAFE - HEARTANIA The cafe was filled with an unusual amount of people. Some of them were regulars, some of them just wanted a quick stop before or after working the holiday, and some had come inside to see what was going on. All eyes were on the television, as the sight of debris and the arrival of some uncommon heroes were broadcast. There had been an explosion, and the broadcast had squashed the possibility of it being a random maniac wanting to make a name for themselves. Time had stood still as the events slowly unfolded, no one asking questions, just observing. Even the female barista couldn't help but observe the events from behind the counter. The female took her eyes off the screen and turned to the attendants, not paying attention to the world around them. "Everyone alright?" said the concerned barista, thick with a kiwi accent. There were some nods from heads and that was all the confirmation she could get. It was worrying, but at least the air wasn't infected as an observer might be led to believe. "Anyone want some coffee? On the house?" There wasn't a vocal reply, but a good amount of people raised their hands. "OK, I'll start preparing some." The machines acted, the liquid poured into several cups, and the finishing touches required were made, including the unmatched secret ingredient for perfect coffee. Paige let out a wicked smile as the red power dissolved in the coffee.
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Post by Jaminx on May 26, 2017 0:27:06 GMT
Kay was dressed in a uniform and though it felt strange to say it this was not a costume. It had been just under a week and their dear old Detective pal had them working the beat as a rookie officer. Kay had pointed out that they had more experience in other domains.
"But you don't have policing down yet. If you don't start at the beginning the other officers will smell trouble all over you. You can fake well but if I an catch you out others will too."
Kay didn't like being constrained, it had been a long time since they had performed a simple role for so long. It helped looking at it as a new experience and having fellow rookies was nice. It felt welcoming. And the explosion was certainly adding to the excitement. Kay found it sadly amusing that heroes and villains were still interfering idiots who used people as fireworks in the background of their lives. Though the amusement wasn't as great as before considering now they had to deal with the clean up.
In this case that meant hefting an oxygen tank and masks into a building that could turn to rubble surrounded by a bunch of firefighters and police officers. They caught glimpses of heroes rushing past and were pretty sure that they spotted Claudia amongst the rising dust. What mattered more was as they paused handing out the few masks they carried as they watched those they did not know the names of breathe clearly again.
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Post by VirtueNco on May 26, 2017 15:05:45 GMT
SONAR | JOHNNY ANDERSON -- Town Square -- Johnny finally saw his allies in the distance, barely controlling his breath as he jogged. Luckily, his first team forced him to get used to following after far more mobile friends, but that didn't make it any more painful whenever it happened. Not as fast as Simon, I guess. And at least Nat didn't fly, that's a bit better than Ade usually does...Thinking in present tense brought back the hurt, so Johnny forced the thoughts out of his head. He turned the dial on his headphones and shook his head to focus. Okay, Sonar. Action mode.Vibrations reflected off his skin, panicked sounds filling the air as he approached the square. Frequency was already beginning a rescue effort, so he figured the best course of action right now was to help out. He forced his breath to steady as he stopped at the bottom of the rubble pile. "Frequency! What's the situation?" THE DRAGON KING | ARES WARBANDER -- Wastelander Settlement -- Ares was flicking through an old book when he heard commotion outside his shack. Rising from the hammock he'd strung between two supporting beams, he made his way into the grey sunlight and addressed the nearest person he could find. "What's happening? Are we being approached?" He figured it could be the leader of the Rooks, accepting his invitation, or perhaps Miss Winters coming to continue discussions about his enterprise, but apparently those among his clan who would recognise either of the two saw neither. Ares was puzzled, of course. Nobody else officially knew about the settlement out here or its purpose. Of course city folk had their rumours but most were too wary after recent events to tour the area. "He's alone, as far as we can tell. An old man." "Walking around out here? What's he doing so far from the city?" Ares reached the edge of the settlement, his confidant (a warrior woman named Ceres) following closely. "His appearance is strange, apparently. He doesn't look like a Heartanian. If anything, the sentries say, he's almost... Wastelander." "Impossible. The only other Wastelanders we know of are Bellona's clan and they're content in their own settlement, far from here." His eyes scanned the horizon. A few black birds, probably crows, circled around the hills, but no humans were approaching. Then he spotted him. He was barely a silhouette on the next hill, but Ares could at least make out some of his appearance from here. He wore all black, that was clear, and he was slightly hunched. On top of that, the crows' circles seemed to centre on him, as if they were somehow following the old man around. "Invite him in. The birds look like they're ready to pick him clean." Ares waved his arm for effect and Ceres led a pair of warriors out toward the old man. Awaiting their return, the Dragon King made his way to the core of the camp, ready to accept their guest with hospitality. After all, if he was a Heartanian, it would be important for Ares to use the opportunity to chip away at his reputation.
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Post by iCaramelBird on May 26, 2017 22:34:56 GMT
- HUNTER -
Snow continued to descend into the icy wasteland that had formed around them, fire forged its way through the wintry air as smoke continued to rise as remnants of the catastrophic cacophony that singled out Heartania as perhaps the denizen of hell.
Luke looked around as screams and shouts continued to fill the air, the blaring sound of sirens didn’t help matters as he watched a nearby fire be reduced to nothing, allowing his arms to flop down and water to descend onto the ground. His breathing was still laboured as he barely had recovered from what happened only hours ago on the outskirts of Heartania. How could so much happen in such a short amount of time? He wondered how thin the emergency services were stretched as he started to glance around only to hear prevalent screaming behind him. A balding older man, adorned in thick rounded glasses which looked bent and the glass cracked was stuck underneath some rubble, a large rock that had lodged itself over his legs and lower back as he glanced around. Luke looked and saw nobody had taken notice, nobody aside from himself. Rushing over, he couldn’t hear the man but knew he was giving him thanks as he saw their lips moving. Luke rubbed his hands together as he quickly started to lift the rock. He felt his back straining as the jagged rock cut into his hands. “Okay, quickly crawl out!” ordered Luke as he kept holding onto the rock, feeling his arms straining and shaking slightly as he waited for the man to budge. But he didn’t move, simply laying there on the ground as he glanced up at Luke. “I can’t- my legs, I can’t feel my legs!” cried the older man, as Luke’s eyes widened. The rock threatened to fall out of his grasp as he couldn’t move push it to one side, feeling as if it was going to fall back onto the man’s back and legs and do even worse damage. Luke glanced around. “Hey! I need some help over here!” called Luke, but nobody answered, nobody even took notice as the rush of panic seemed to stream through the tragedy. It was only when Luke saw the growing figure of a dirty blonde haired man adorned in an odd outfit of armour that Luke felt any sense of relief wash over him. “Hey! Kinda need some help over here!”
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