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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 7, 2016 17:43:52 GMT
Mikehyphenplays | June 2 2015
- Roadblock -
Roadblock started to walked to the tower in hope of finding information to help with its plans, people where staring at Roadblock as it walked down the road, it would have been faster if if it had the armadillo suit but the the pod to deliver it needed to be remade to deliver it, looking up at the tower in the distance it would take at least an hour to get there at walking speed, turning to the build next to it it used the small jet boosts to jump on it and started to climb the building, finally getting to the roof Roadblock started to run and leap over the gaps between the buildings to get to the tower faster. - Symeon -
Lutte Vic looked through the out fits he provided most of them were awfull spanning from lime green strips and poka dotted ones untill he found one that was just a plain navy blue suit with a red bow tie but the suit was too small turning into different species he finally decided to turn in to a Japanese macaque which fitted into the suit almost perfectly.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 7, 2016 17:45:46 GMT
iCaramelBird | June 12 2015
- The Sheriff -
"So why exactly are you acting all shifty?" James asked, still suspicious as to who the man was and whether he could be trusted. "It's hard to explain; things are getting heated," replied Custos. "We just need to get to the Citadel and explain things to Luke and Lilly. Who exactly are you?" "Not important," James retorted as he continued following the man, somewhat confused and hoping he would at least get paid for this menial work. But it was a step better than walking around the city, pretending that he knew what was going on. - Acchilleus -
"Have those gang members responded yet?" Acchilleus asked as the car was still driving. They had stopped at Wild Card's casino but before Acchilleus could reach for the door of the car, his assistant noted that some of the members of a gang he had involving himself in would like to speak with him. Slightly frustrated, Acchilleus obliged and they were driving to the docks. Back to his first question; his assistant simply shook his head, eliciting a sigh from Acchilleus as he waited.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 7, 2016 17:50:41 GMT
ShmuserName | June 12 2015
- Nimbus -
Calling the government office had been a quick, direct way to inform the higher levels of authority of a threat that must be dealt with as soon as possible, but instead the receptionists slung his call over to the police department. The transfer had been fluid, and Evander was grateful that everyone was acting so polite, even if they didn't necessarily believe him. "Yes, the sewers, they're all in the sewers. Some tunnels down there, is there not a crew checking the pipeline damage out or anything?" he groaned into his home phone, ruffling his hair in annoyance. On the table before him was his portfolio of paperwork, and on the floor was his tarnished costume. Mending the costume would take a bit of time, the more technical parts would have to be custom fixed, so he'd have to look local for any experts. Riya would surely know someone, her vast knowledge would be beneficial in narrowing down his search. He'd have to give her a call after this.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 7, 2016 17:51:42 GMT
iCaramelBird | June 12 2015
- Hunter -
Luke had finally managed to hold down most of the materials and tools in the heavy cardboard box he was now carrying, and declined multiple offers from other staff workers to carry them for him. He began to walk towards the front entrance of The Citadel, holding the box.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 7, 2016 17:54:37 GMT
XinarTheNeko | June 13 2015
- Fear -
As the gueard somewhat did not look like he where able to anwsere she took up her phone and shuffeld thru it. Not too shure how to act as getting inn to the tower requierd acess, and noone fom her last visit was around. She at last ended up sending a text to her one contact inn the city, whit infor containing that "Fear whanted to clean up the mess", this message would probably come inn hand of The Broker, STarlass or someone at the tower quite fast, as her contact knew how to sendt the message futhe so someoen would notice it. The question now was who would be the one to find the message and contact her, as her nume was encoded inn the message, so high standing people would not have a had time calling he back. Now she one walk a bit away fom the towe gate and guard, somewhat whaiting outside there for someone to contact her... - Charm -
She was only able to smile as the nice lady sent her a kiss, returning it whit a wink so the croud would see. But still she hold her place a bit more, giving the croud time to enjoy themself. But afthe a few loss she gently tapped on the shoulder off the man next too her. "Exuse me gentelmen" Her voice flity and filled whit alure, making the man gladly lett her pass, so did the nest one doing so she where able to get to the side off Reaver. "Need a luck charm to gett the show on the roud again" Her voice was confident and still quite a bit flirty, giving the croud room for any fantasy the would like. She smiled smiled brightly and laughing femine as one man dropped his jaw and let out a big "Ohhh"...
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 7, 2016 17:59:18 GMT
LHudson | June 13 2015
- The Broker -
The Broker took a sip of his drink. "Yeah, nasty business. Ravagers, specifically a handful of mercenaries, tried to take me and my members of staff out. Obviously they failed but..." he stopped himself. The memories of Claudia and the bloodbath were uncomfortable. "Some of the mental scars will take some time to heal, too horrifying." He leaned back into the wheelchair. "I heard you have a good time at the fundraiser yesterday. Enjoy yourself?" - Shadow Fixer -
Cooper closed his eyes in thought. "You and I know my whole world collapsed that night, four months today. But as you can probably see from my state, there's someone out there too dangerous to keep alive." He opened his eyes before saying "Do you remember the times the four of us would head to the foreshore? Just to watch the sunset at the end of the working day? I miss those." He looked back at Dominic. "If Sarah recovers by tonight, you want to head there for the sake of old times?"
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 7, 2016 18:02:23 GMT
iCaramelBird | June 13 2015
- The Sheriff -
As the pair approached new streets, getting closer to the road leading directly to The Citadel, the screeching of a van and the loud engine disrupted their journey as they turned to see a weather beaten van heading towards them. Custos and James exchanged looks; James being slightly amused whilst Custos looked terrified. "We need to go! Now!" ordered Custos, as he grabbed James's sleeve and began heading quickly toward The Citadel. However James, still watching the van pushed Custos and ducked back, just in time as the van came through between them before swerving in front of them. The van doors opened, and out stepped four men, all of them with different attire except all of them were wearing some type of green clothing; whether it be a bandanna or a cap. "Who are these fashion freaks?" James murmured to himself as Custos shot him another terrified look. James aimed his revolver as Custos raised his hands as some of the men raised pistols, one had a shotgun and the other carried an assault rifle. It was the latter who spoke. "Okay, look! I don't know what your beef is here!" barked the wielder of the assault rifle as he pointed his gun at James. "But step the fuck back! All we want is the old man!" James raised an eyebrow as he gave a quick glance to Custos scanning him up and down. "Old? I don't think you're one to criticize looks," remarked James, as the supposed "gang leader" shot daggers at his partner with the shotgun who had begun to chuckle despite trying to initially resist. They instantly stopped as they caught their gang leader's eye. "Right then. I see you want to do it the hard way!" shouted the gang leader and he shot at Custos who instantly fell to the ground; James didn't even take the time to look. He fired a round that landed right in the gang leaders chest, and quickly ducked behind an abandoned car but not quick enough as he felt a sharp pain in his left arm. Shit, cursed James in this thoughts, as he peeked above, to see that Custos had managed to crawl behind another car across the street. The men were however heading towards him, and though raising his gun, kept (as James would put it) "hurting like a bitch", James managed to make another shot landing on one of the goons shoulder; they were surprised as it set aflame and failed to put it out before it spread quickly. Starting to feel slightly light-headed, James had to put his revolver away as he stood up and quickly formed a flame in his right hand, deciding to shoot it at the other pistol-bearer (who was occupying himself failing to put out his partner). The second pistol bearer fell like the first, yet something else caught James's attention as he continued to grimace in pain, clutching his left arm. "Fuck!" cried Custos, causing James to look over as Custos ducked after what appeared to be throwing a rock to distract the final gang member; with the shotgun. Yet by doing so almost got shot themselves. As the last gang member fast approached Custos, James had to think quickly. Struggling against the pain and the first pounds of what would soon be a painful headache, James aimed carefully and shot at the right moment, shooting the final gang member in the leg. They fell and failed to even touch the fire forming on their legs before they were burned alive. James smirked but soon felt a dampness on his face and touched his nose. Nosebleed. Fuck. James cursed; once again as he stumbled up. He looked down at Custos who was struggling to stand also, and looking at Custos he appeared to have been shot not only in the leg but in the right side of his chest a couple times. Feeling as if he didn't have much of a choice, he had a difficult time helping Custos up and letting them lean on him as he slowly walked towards the road leading to The Citadel.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 7, 2016 18:04:53 GMT
t00bz | June 13 2015
- Lazarus -
Dominic looked at the data on his tablet as he listened to Hudson, primarily finances for Hephaestus Industries, it was easy to forget that he and Sarah were running their business alongside the work they did for the Tower after being caught up in so much, "Hell, maybe you should thrown down an ad in the paper: 'Likes long walks on the beach and sniper rifles.'" He closed his tablet and thought for a moment, before continuing, "For old time's sake, I suppose that'd be fine, as long as nobody gets shot."
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 7, 2016 18:05:51 GMT
Arbor117 | June 13 2015
- Shadow Fixer -
One of the guards watching Cooper turned to Dominic. "Doctor, we have orders not to let him out of this room. He's dangerous and last time he was let out he went AWOL immediately." He declared. "If you want to release him you have to get permission from Argent Mind." - Reaver -
Reaver grinned at the woman. "Babe, I got this." She answered with a soft chuckle. "I won't say know to a bit more luck though..." She turned back to the game, and in that moment played hard and fast. In a matter of moments, a massive pile of chips was pushed her way to the cheers of her audience. - Raven -
"It was a relaxing evening. Miss Jones did very well." Ragno responded. He smiled slightly. "So, if they were just mercanaries, how did you know they were sent by the Ravagers? By their very nature, a mercanary could be sent by anyone." He chuckled. "The Citadel must have a few enemies."
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 7, 2016 18:08:04 GMT
LHudson | June 13 2015
- The Broker -
Broker took another sip. "Whenever a new government comes in, there's going to be detractors. When a new government comes in during a period of violence, there are going to be people out for your head." The Broker pulled up a laptop and retrieved some images. Some from the riots that had the Tyrants fired at Broker in a police uniform, and a photograph from the archive robbery showing some part of the insides of the VTOL, blurry, but distinguishable. "The Tyrants have a specific uniform that all of them wear nearly all the time, it's distinguishable. When we were attacked the Tyrants were foolish enough to keep wearing the uniform. That mercenary company is under the control of a female named Nariko, and as the photographs tell, she is currently aligned with Reaver and her band of thugs." The Broker leaned back and sighed. "A lot of us have lost things and people close to us, and while I cannot bring those we've lost back, I can at least build a better future, a stronger city." He took the final sip of the whisky. "How's your business doing? Was it hurt by the riots?" - Shadow Fixer -
Cooper laughed at Dominic's comment. "Oh Dom, don't change." The guard started to comment, but Cooper replied "I think you and I know what will happen. Despite being out of power, losing one arm, and essentially saving Argent from the sewers, he won't listen. Whatever happened at the stadium that night could've been worse if Reaver was allowed full reign of the battlefield. Talk to Starlass, she'll back that up." He looked back at Dom. "And maybe afterwards we can go to that lovely italian restaurant. I miss the calzones there."
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 7, 2016 18:09:55 GMT
Arla | June 13 2015
- Snowflake -
“I think I can manage,” she turned around and chuckled as she started to walk away, but twirled around after walking about five steps, beaming another smile at him. “Thank you.” And with that she left with a new spring to her steps, wondering under which circumstances she would meet Crimson next time. After walking for about five minutes, she decided to leave a message on Reavers, and just in case, Nariko’s comms device: ”Hey, it’s Snow! I’ll be picking up Felix in about an hour, and you will hopefully never have to see him again~ Send me your coordinates, and I’ll see you soon!“Did it ever occur to you that he may not want to become like you?
The voice, belonging to the man who tortured her, had been whispering inside her head ever since she left Crimson’s hideout. It didn’t stop, even as she ran out from a rooftop and set her sights on the skyscraper she called home.
Moulded in the way your parents would want him?"
Snowflake’s eyes flickered as she landed on top of the skyscraper ten minutes later. Her powers were back and it felt great to feel the wind blowing through her hair again, but her mind was focused on ignoring the nagging voice she couldn’t get rid of. She snapped her fingers. Shower. That will help clear my head.
She tiptoed into her apartment, searching for any signs of life, before she found a fresh set of clothes and her thin, foldable spare mask, easily fitting into her jeans pocket for emergencies.
"I asked for his help, and he wanted to help the city.” Bugger off.
Clothes off, into the shower, turn on the water. The hot stream of water felt pleasant against her skin and she started to hum.
“I didn't do anything to him.”
Shampoo and conditioner cleared away the nasty feeling of sweat. Maybe I should cut my hair?
“I didn't drug him.”
“You drugged me, you bastard.” She mumbled and shook her head. No, I have to ignore it.
“I didn't cast a spell on him.”
“Let it go! Let it GO!” Lorraine sang, barely remembering the tune from the fifty-decade old song.
“I told and showed him what you did.”
The remaining stains of blood were washed off and poured down the drain.
“Why should he trust you Lorraine?”
The shower switched off and she dried up, put on a new set of clothes and walked back into the living room. In the tall bookshelf next to the couch she caught a glimpse of her old sketchbook, a remnant from the times when she needed to distract herself. She didn’t hesitate to pull it out and skimmed through the pages until she found a blank sheet of paper, which gave her a great idea. I could just head to Café Noir and buy myself a cup of coffee and some food. Her stomach groaned, and she realized she hadn’t eaten anything for the last 48 hours. Okay, a lot of food. I’ll go to Granny B’s Diner instead and sketch to take my mind off things. I’m sure Reaver can handle my brother for another hour.
Pleased with herself, she pulled out her emergency backpack from a secret compartment behind the couch and looked around her flat for possibly the last time. Since the Broker knew her identity she probably wouldn’t be able to come back for a while, if ever again. She sighed and walked up to the front door, carrying her bloodstained outfit in a plastic bag, her camera around her neck and the sketchbook in her hand with the backpack casually flung over her shoulder.
She looked into the mirror conveniently placed next to the front door and smiled; nobody would guess that she was a contract killer and it seemed even less likely that she’d been a part of the events causing Heartania to be on the brink of ruin. The simple light blue sweater emanated class, paired off with dark skinny jeans that made her look like a uni-student. She pulled her hair back into a braid and put on her shoes, glimpsing back into the mirror as her hand rested on the door knob.
“You don’t love Felix. You broke your promise.”
“Get the fuck out of my head!” She snarled at her mirror-image before she burst out of her apartment’s front door and slammed it shut.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 7, 2016 18:10:49 GMT
LHudson | June 13 2015
- The Chaser -
Claudia looked at Butterfly before lowering her hand. "Not much of a talker aren't you?" she commented before observing him. "Something tells me that you'd come here for a reason. To spy? We're working with the Tower, or are you here to help?" She took another look before heading towards the dining room exit. "Come with me, I think you could use the Vault." Luke had came back with a box, large, metallic, recognisable. "Luke, I presume you had a nice ride." She took another look at the box. "Material? A creator?" She smiled. "I use to do a lot of that before getting hired at Dr Cooper's ward." She took another look at her new arm. "And now I have a piece of his work." She looked back at Luke. "Come to the Vault with me. You're going to love it." She made her way down the downstairs corridor and called the elevator. - Frequency -
McCall finished breakfast before making her way out the front door. Needed some fresh air, too much time in the filth. She walked out the front gates and leaned against the wall, taking in the atmosphere.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 7, 2016 18:15:58 GMT
SpaceManFromMars | June 13 2015
- Butterfly -
Erin stared at the woman, her unusually calm attitude set him off a little. He didn't reply to her, as he tried to think of something he could say that wouldn't make him seem like an idiot or a criminal. He took her offer to follow. He stared at the large, metallic box. From what she was saying about a man named Dr Cooper he could only guess it belonged to him. "And now I have a piece of his work." She said. Bingo He got it right after all. As the elevators doors open he felt sceptical, going underground for him would be dangerous like this. He took a step into the elevator anyway. - Chief Inspector Monica Johnsson -
The phonecall was forwarded to Monica who was drowned in a shit ton of paper work. She grumpily picked up the phone, being met the with voice of a man who said "Yes, the sewers, they're all in the sewers. Some tunnels down there, is there not a crew checking the pipeline damage out or anything?". She sighed, another caller. "Look kid. The police force is rather sparse at the moment, we've got big things going on and unfortunately this shit won't make it any better. I'll go have a look at it, cause ya know the fact that I'm drowning isn't enough already. If this thing is too big I'll contact The Tower for you? Okay?" - Moon Guardian -
Luna paced back and forth across the length of the room. Twirling her fingers together as she glanced to the tied up man who was bleeding from his head profusely . "Stupid Rakesh, why did you have to go and do such a thing." She muttered under her breath. 'Hey, he fucking stole some stuff right, like I was going to let that happen' Rakesh barked back. "You done it just before it was MY time, thank god I got control at that point or you might as well of killed him." 'He probably deserved it.' "No he didn't Rakesh, no one deserved to be beaten half to death by you. Oh god what're we going to do now, we'll look like criminals." She gasped, feeling extremely worried now. 'Look, put him out of his misery and we'll be done with the whole thing.' "I'm not killing him. I'll take him outside and warn him if he tells on us then, I'll hurt him in some way." 'HAHAH!' Rakesh laughed, 'You couldn't hurt a flea.' "Could too..." She mumbled. The tied up man was giving her a strange look, as if she was some kind of lunatic who escaped the asylum. She made her decision, walking up to him with her weapon. The crescent shaped weapon she used rather than Rakesh brutish one. She made a quick smack against the mans head, dealing enough damage to knock him out and not enough to make his injuries worse. She'd bandaged up his head before carrying him outside and plopping him in the middle of the street. She headed the other way, instead coming from the other side of the alleyway. She was still adjusting to Heartania, only being here for a day they found their own small hideaway. 'Where're we going?' Rakesh inquired. "I don't know, we'll see if anyone needs help." She whispered. 'I still think we should investigate that massive tower.' She went over it in her head.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 7, 2016 18:16:53 GMT
ShmuserName | June 13 2015
- Sunday Beastley -
Sunday approached the cargo compartment of the truck/lorry Harvey Hare was helping himself to. He wasn't a hero, but he always did appreciate a healthy way to let out some steam, and beating the snot out of a massive punching bag seemed like an excellent stress-relief method. "Hey, ugly, come out of there!" Sunday barked, approaching the truck as onlookers from the building windows of each street cheered for him. Could these fucking people shut up already? - Sin Shaman -
In a different part of Heartania, in a more of an urban district where the long and broad busy streets have remained the same, even after the City of Chaos event, Sin-Shaman walks down the street, basking in the smell of the chilled city and the noises of distant car horns or the people chattering away. Aware of her ethereal legs and the quirky look they gave her, Sin-Shaman did a rather rudimentary job of disguising the silvery, misty appearance of her ethereal limbs by wearing lacy tights decorated with a floral pattern netting. It helped mask the slight transparency of her ethereal legs, and made her look good given the rest of her outfit. In time, her thieving nature would come out as she headed to her destination, ignoring the looks she received. "Is she cosplaying?" "Is she from another country?"
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 7, 2016 18:20:57 GMT
Mikehyphenplays | June 13 2015
- Harvey Hare -
the truck swerved to avoid the on coming cars as turned to the wrong side of the road unfortunately the driver turned to sharp and the truck flipped over on its side throwing Harvey hare off it, as Harvey went through the air the keg he was holding flew out of his hand and landed near the purple man, Harvey landed on his feet and looked around for the keg he dropped in a panicky manor.
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