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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on Jan 20, 2014 0:17:39 GMT -6
LOCATION: Alton Street. TIME: 12:31 AM. DATE: 01/19/13
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Every drop of water from the drainpipes above landed on Faljere's head as he waited patiently for his target's next move. He'd been hired by a shady organisation, whose motives were along the blurred lines of taking down a smaller, competing corporation, to kill a hitman sent after their CEO.
A counterhit.
Still, the frail Street Adept had not anticipated a troll-like man and three other cronies of his to be his targets. The lead man, who Faljere could only assume had modified himself using DNA-TROL2 upgrades, stood under the neon lights of one of many nightclubs; unlike some more civilized cities, the only crime one could really commit in public in Wildgard City was being anything but pure human, so if two upgraded or altered humans decided to fight in front of a bustling nightclub, who would really complain?
No one but Faljere, who had had his body thrown into the next alleyway by one of his target's cronies; a particularly large man with two cybernetic arms. The troll human stepped forward and grinned, and although his eyes were hidden by his goggles, Faljere could sense the malice in them.
"So, it seems Predcorp hired a weakling to take me out. How cute. Zampano, take him out." He ordered another man, whose tusks indicated a DNA-ORK4 upgrade. The cronie removed from his belt a wicked-looking monster of a pistol and aimed it at Fal's head with a laser-pointer.
"The boss usually lets us leave this kinda mark in his victims to send back to the corp against him. It's a fun time." He grunted. Faljere grimaced, and before he could get up, there was a sudden and deafening bang.
The troll and his henchmen covered their eyes from the bright light and disorienting droning sound in their ears, and once the light had cleared, they could see that the ork man's throat had been cut through right before his ugly head plopped onto the ground, followed by his crumpled body. In front of him, his katana covered in scarlet blood*, Faljere smirked at his targets. "You should watch out for flashbangs, friends." He said coyly. "Now, which one of you should find peace first?" |
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Post by Idina Doc on Nov 1, 2014 10:03:17 GMT -6
((Let's wake this AU up again, shall we?))
A small, concealed figure zipped through what felt like acres of delicate-sounding ringing and binary code. Travelling from one electronic device to the next, cyberspace was her gateway to anywhere she could want to go, and she was well used to this method of travel. She kept her face hidden and spoke as little as possible in this domain as she travelled with any and all information being sent electronically - even she could be considered just another code in the system.
As she floated along, a white light began blinking in the upper corner of the left lens of her goggles. This alert was to tell her that someone carrying a PDA-like device that se had given them was in a dangerous situation. Slowing down, she turned and found the device in question; stepping through its barcode, she found herself in a niche of lazily-floating code, which told her that she was within the PDA itself. Red text flashed on the inside of the lenses of her goggles: "SPILLED BLOOD" "SKINNED SHOULDERS" "NECK WOUND - FATAL".
01000010 01100101 00100000 01100011 01100001 01110010 01100101 01100110 01110101 01101100 00101110 00100000 01010011 01110100 01100001 01111001 00100000 01100010 01100001 01100011 01101011 00101110
Bumping on the wall in front of her with her hip, she called up the image of a keyboard. It was flipped, which meant that the person on the other side would see it the correct way; this didn't bother the Phase Medic. She placed her hands on each letter she wanted and flicked it upwards to type out a message that could be seen on the screen in the physical world: "I'm getting readings of a fight going on. Do I need to come out?" She didn't hit Send - no point in sending a message to oneself, not only for redundancy but also in case of any watchful eyes - but she didn't need to. A red light on the PDA's face would let Clanless know that Jump was within the device.
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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on Nov 2, 2014 21:31:59 GMT -6
Faljere watched as the ork crumpled to the ground, a pool of blood spreading around his stump neck. The street adept looked away for a moment and eyed his weapons on the ground: a pistol, no smaller than a rifle would be, a far too large club--rather, a lead pipe--rolling around, and a few grenades. Well, more than just a few.
He looked back up at his targets, all still flabbergasted by the sight, noticing their arsenals as well. The troll had an impressive cyberware arm, neon blue lights running along it like veins. He also held in his left hand an assault rifle, which Faljere assumed the ass-ton of clips along his ammo belt were for. On the troll's left, a man in a hooded long coat with brilliant yellow eyes and a strangely styled beard. Although he held no weapons, the adept could easily tell that he was a kinetic warrior, using his biodigital upgrades to connect to the world of kinesis; the yellow gave him away as a street mage. The final man was clearly unaltered by bioware, but his cybernetic implants were through the roof, making him look more machine than man. Adding to his terrifying look was a combat cannon, used to blow brains out of brains. Originally meant for law enforcers to open thick metal doors.
A bit overpacked for a group of sneaky hitmen, the street adept thought to himself. However, he didn't have time to consider this any further, as his face was introduced to the heavy hitting of the troll's cybernetic arm, sending Faljere back into the wall that he was first knocked into.
Recovering from the attack had to be quick, as almost instantly he was met by a barrage of shots from the assault rifle of the troll. Thinking quick, he grabbed his pistol and fired off one shot; mind you, one shot was all he needed. His cybernetically enhanced eyes allowed for him to see in many different visions, including ultraviolet, kinetic (allowing him to sense kinetic energy), and targeting. With this, he was able to fire a bolt from his Carnage pistol that hit the troll's rifle, knocking it out of his biological hand, nearly blowing it off with the impact of the bullet.
"Now you can get a matching hand for that one!" he cried out as he began aiming again to take his next shot, this time manage to strike the cord that connected the cybernetic man to his gun. Not knowing the outcome, he was surprised to see it explode in an almost-instant blast of neon orange that last only a moment. When he was able to adjust his vision to the blast, he saw that all that remained were a few bits of what could only be described as the chunks of strawberry one might find in their jam and many scorched bits of scrap metal.
He had very little time to rejoice, as very soon he felt a crushing feeling around his ribs. Unable to move for a moment, he looked around and saw the kinetic drawing yellow energy from a nearby console, draining the light from it's screen and surrounding the street adept's torso. The more he struggled, however, the less he felt he could get free. It was then that he noticed his PDA beeping, an indication that his niece was ready to assist him. However, he didn't answer it. Not like he could, but he suspected that she wouldn't be able to assist him in a fightm considering her lack of weapons.
The troll noticed the beeping and advanced towards him, removing his cybernetic hand from his matching wrist to reveal a sharp-looking blade that he placed to Faljere's throat. "Useless, calling your friends. You're going to die here, so might as well send this message." With that, he leaned into the PDA, pressed the speech button, and snarled: "Say goodbye, pipsqueak!"
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Post by lizardwizard on Nov 3, 2014 16:48:31 GMT -6
Before either the troll or the street wizard could react, their heads were removed from their bodies by a large heap of metal. After slowing down that metal turned out to be the Stel (most commonly known as Tank), well known for his acts of what some call heroism and others call genocide. Holding one head in each hand, he slowly walked back to the bodies. He didn't often intervene in conflicts between megacorps, until just seconds ago he was merely watching from a distance, camouflaged by his cybernetics. He only intervened because of that PDA. It seemed as though someone that was close to that man was trying to contact him, and Tank was always one to help those with family. Returning to the bodies, he looked at the man he had just saved. He didn't seem very strong, but after what Tank had just witnessed, he knew that the stranger was capable of a lot. He looked much less baffled than Tank would have expected. He put the heads down. "You should be careful with who you pick your fights with," Tank told the man, "it's not only yourself you're putting at risk, and I won't always be here to help." With that, he drained the residual energy from the bodies, took an ear as a trophy, and strolled away, whistling happily.
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Idina Doc
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Post by Idina Doc on Nov 3, 2014 18:38:14 GMT -6
In the physical world, someone pushed the speaker button on the PDA. Intent, she leaned in towards the wall, but started back in surprise when a stranger's voice filled the little niche of cyberspace within. The voice was not one Jump recognized, nor was is pleasant. As soon as these things registered to her, she zipped out of the niche and back into the wider realm of cyberspace beyond. Such was her speed that she hadn't even heard all of what whoever-that-was said. No one seemed to prioritize punctuality over drama these days, for which she could be grateful.
Whatever had been said sounded like a threat, however. Prepping for the worst, she floated further away from the binary code wall that marked the entrance to the PDA and braced herself. And yet, even after she counted ten, twenty, thirty heartbeats in her head, she felt no crushing sensation. The wall was still intact. Her goggles stopped flashing the white light signalling danger, in fact.
01011001 01101111 01110101 01110010 00100000 01101100 01101001 01110110 01100101 01110011 00100000 01110111 01100101 01110010 01100101 00100000 01110011 01100001 01110110 01100101 01100100 00101110
Even so, she would wait for her uncle to push the "Summon" button himself. That would be safer, and he always got after her about keeping safe.
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Post by Faljere D'ael Elderbaden on Nov 3, 2014 21:12:48 GMT -6
Faljere stared at the massive, reptile-like human as he strolled away, both hitmans' heads in his hands, as well as an ear in one hand and a smile on his face. He'd never seen this man before in his life, but considering the fact that he just saved him from a situation, he felt both thankful and a bit insulted. Although he appreciated being helped out, he could have easily figured out something in his remaining seconds before the crush or the slice took place. Maybe drop a flash bang, or make a distracting remark about them.
He quickly got over his sensitivity, silently thanking the man, and began to retrieve his tools from the ground. It still made no sense to him why there were four hitmen with massive weapons when it would only take one really good one with enough stealth skills and a knife or silenced pistol to take out the CEO he was protecting. It was all a little suspicious to him, mainly why his employer hadn't sent the task-giver along with the information he needed.
Mind you, he was always suspicious of Prime Minister Cillian O'Donnel. The man who ran the religious Cosmic Imp, Inc. was elusive, tricky, and always got what he wanted. Him and Faljere never quite got along well, but he was a regular employer for his late sister-in-law's widow, Sarea. He worried for her as he would worry for one of his own, as this corporation and its leader were a suspicious bunch, promising deals where they'd give one thing lacking in someone for another--usually loyalty or service. Still, if it was Sarea offering the contract, he knew he'd best take it before someone took advantage of her.
His mind skipped to the PDA on his belt, still flashing as if someone wanted to speak to him. He thought back to the troll who'd activated it to threaten Idina--who was probably still inside--and realised what had to be done.
"Alright, you can come out now," he said into the speaker. "It's all clear."
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Post by Idina Doc on Nov 3, 2014 21:38:58 GMT -6
01010110 01101111 01101001 01100011 01100101 00100000 01101101 01100101 01110011 01110011 01100001 01100111 01100101 00100000 01100110 01110010 01101111 01101101 00100000 01000011 01001100 01000001 01001110 01001100 01000101 01010011 01010011
The soft ringing around her fazed into phrase as she leapt back into the niche. A familiar voice was beckoning her now, although she waited for the end of his sentence to jump back into the physical world.
A light shot out of the top of the PDA, so fast that you'd miss it if you blinked. The illuminated shape of a person appeared on the ground a few feet away, a crouching silhouette that materialized as it stood. The brown tails of her coat swirled around her, her white-blonde bangs fluttering in front of her face. Finally, Idina became a fully tangible person, standing in front of the Street Adept; she pulled the collar of her coat down to grin to him, her goggles still on her face. The expression fell, however, as the Phase Medic brought a hand up to a lens and leaned closer to him.
"Alright, what all hurts?" she demanded, blunt but caring. "I see shoulders, I see increased blood flow to the face and neck, but that's probably adrenaline..."
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Post by lizardwizard on Nov 4, 2014 18:02:02 GMT -6
Not far, in a tavern/restaurant , Stel sat at the bar. He always came here after he did something that he considered his job, and ordered a drink accordingly. "What'll it be for ya today friend?" asked Frank, the local bar keep. Frank new Stel quite well, as he came here often, and the two had a sort of mutual appreciation of each other. Frank had Ork-DNA030 making him look rather large and menacing, but once you got to know him you'd find he was a real softie (unless he's in a fight that is.) "Two shots tequila, strait." Stel told him. "So," started Frank, "that means you killed two people... and you started the fight?" "You've gotten to know me very well Frank." After Stel took his first shot, a deafening bang went through the room. An eight inch bullet bounced off Stel's arm, obviously someone was trying to claim one of the many bounties on him. "Be right back Frank, I need to go and tear one of your customers limb from limb."
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Post by Aria Bellamina on Nov 4, 2014 21:11:29 GMT -6
The woman looked up from her rum and coke. The commotion had grabbed her attention.
This looked like the beginning of a barfight and boy howdy she'd never pass one of those up. With all the people and confusion she might even be able to nab a few spare parts. As ready as she was to jump in there headfirst, she took a moment to asses the situation. A kid walked up to a bar, ordered a drink and got shot. No warning. She figured this kid was probably the one she should be siding with. Or maybe not. She honestly didn't care that much anyway. She got up from her seat, not bothering to put her chair back, she'd probably be throwing it at some lout's head in a few moments anyway. She cracked her knuckles as she strode over to stand beside the one who'd been shot at.
"Hey you, yeah you big ugly one." She sneered in the direction of the shot, "Whatcha doin shootin at kids."
She rested her hand on a nearby chair, preparing herself for the possibility of using it as a weapon and waited for a response.
She smirked at the kid beside her, a silent signal she was on his side and she wouldn't hit him with her newly claimed chair.
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Post by lizardwizard on Nov 5, 2014 16:45:38 GMT -6
Stel was slightly taken aback by this. It wasn't every day someone went to help him without their life being threatened. Regardless, he was thankful, he was never very good with interrogation anyways. So he smirked back, then went to retrieve the round a few feet away on the floor.
"It seems as though someone wants me to kill them slowly and painfully. Now, I am nothing if not merciful, so if you fess up, i'll make your death swift and painless." he wondered if they believed that last part. It didn't make any difference. Either way they would suffer. He set his enhanced eyes to work, scouting independently, zooming in and out for signs of who fired the shot. After a few moments, he saw smoke coming from behind someone who had their hands behind their back.
"Back of the room, second table to the right," he told his new companion, "do what you want, but let me finish him off."
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Post by Aria Bellamina on Nov 5, 2014 21:57:34 GMT -6
"He's all yours kiddo." She grinned lifting the chair to rest on her shoulder.
"You've got a bone to pick with him I respect that." She chuckled. "I've got bones to pick from anyone else that cares to get involved." Although barfights weren't the best place to pick up things like livers, they were great for nabbing beefed up limbs. Teeth were often lost as well, not terribly valuable but plentiful in a scrap such as this.
"Just don't get in my way an I wont get in yours."
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Post by lizardwizard on Nov 6, 2014 8:56:22 GMT -6
“Alright then, thanks.” Stel then threw the round he was holding at the shooter. His enhanced strength allow him to throw it at about 200 miles an hour, more than enough speed to reduce the shooters chest and its organs to a bloody pulp. “Another shot Frank, this one on the rocks.” He sat back at his stool, before three more shots went off, then five, then someone punched someone, and within 10 seconds the entire bar was in a brawl. Frank sighed, “Should I send Darkmatter the bill?” Stel ducked as a chair flew over his head. “Just put it on my tab.”
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Post by Aria Bellamina on Nov 6, 2014 17:32:48 GMT -6
The woman was shocked at how quickly he'd managed to kill that guy simply by tossing a bullet. Perhaps there was more to this kid than meets the eye.
She was stunned.
Almost too stunned to notice the chair flying towards her at an alarming rate, however she ducked at the last minute and hurled a nearby glass in return.
"What the hell was that?" she asked the kid, holding her previously claimed chair as a shield to deflect a rogue beer bottle.
"I mean why did that guy wanna kill you so badly?" She grabbed a chunk of the shattered bottle at her feet, readying herself to shank someone with it.
"No offence or anythin but you don't look like much." Suddenly there was a fist rammed hard into her jaw and not long after a chunk of jagged glass embedded within the assailants ribcage. She made sure to twist it around a little before shoving him to the ground and shoving the glass in further with a hard stomp.
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Post by lizardwizard on Nov 6, 2014 20:31:06 GMT -6
Stel looked over at his newfound ally. So that's why she wanted to help, she'd never heard of him. "Lots of companies think I’m bad business. I kinda have a thing for destruction and murder." He caught and put down a chair that flew in his general direction. "I only kill people who really deserve it though. Anyways, I have a lot of bounty on me, dead or dead, so he was probably trying to claim it. Or maybe he was trying to avenge a dead comrade. Either way, he got what was coming to him." He punched someone who got a little too close for comfort to the other side of the room. Oops, he thought, hope I didn't hurt him that bad. "So anyways, they call me Tank around here. And you would be..."
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Post by Aria Bellamina on Nov 6, 2014 21:20:07 GMT -6
"Rosie." The woman replied. "And I also have a thing for murder and destruction." She grinned, cracking another patron over the head with her chair.
"Although I don't always discriminate good and bad, I do my best when I can" She shrugged and balanced the chair over her shoulder, awaiting the next poor sap who dared try to touch her. "But I respect that. Real considerate of you." She took her attention away from the scene to look at her new comrade in this particular brawl.
"So you're Tank eh? Suits you pretty well seein as you just managed to toss that lout cross the room" She gestured at the table where the man had crashed, broken on the ground."
"You must have some damn good upgrades son." She grinned showing off her serrated teeth. "Maybe even better than mine."
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