The Harley Davidson roared down the street and soon slowed as it approached the apartment complex. He pulled into a parking spot and eyed some of the thugs on the street corner. The message was clear touch the bike and suffer. Rotten got off his bike and secures it even in this hood there were some foolish enough to try.
He was dressed in a trench coat and even a hood hiding most of his features. He headed for the apartment complex and walked into the lobby. There he ran into his first real blockade two gang members stood up "What ya doing here?" "I'm here for Ratz now step aside." One pull out a knife "no one sees Ratz with out an appointment."
Rotten didn't give them time he charged grabbed the offending hand and crushed it in his grip then tossed the guy into the second. "I'm Late for my appointment." He then headed for the steps once he turned the corner two shots rang out, even with the fresh bullet hole in his shoulder he didn't stop and with a quick punch sent the gunner slumping onto the floor.
In the next Hallway he continued moving with that unstoppable stride only halting to smash someone into a wall, or through a wall. Soon he came to the door he wanted and kicked it in "RATZ!" His yell was answered by a shotgun blast to the chest. The shooter was a short man with a narrow face and long nose hinting to how he got the nickname. "Ron? Look I'm sorry If I had known..." He cocks the shotgun and aims. "Go ahead and fire Ratz you and I both know it won't stop me."
"What do you want Ron..." Ron closed the door and looked at Ratz "I need your help." "My Help? You trashed my crew slammed my door open and want help?" Ron smiled "Yeah all that was for your benefit. When the Big Boss asks what happened you can tell them I came to harass you and try to scare info from ya. What I want is you to get the word out of a Job. I need mercenaries not some minor thugs either. Folks I know won't turn around and sell info to someone else. Dependable Mercenaries." He removes a roll of cash and tosses it to Ratz feet "A thousand now for you, four more after."
Ratz lowered the gun, but didn't let it go as he picked up the roll of hundreds. "Um Alright where you need them and ... why I thought you were all Good guy now." "I'm what I always was Ratz. A fighter trying to make my way just now the TCPD watches me instead of the Black Rose. You Owe me Ratz if I hadn't went you would might have ended up like me."
Ratz looked at the cash " Alright, but you didn't tell me where and when?" "The docks Warehouse 24 a week from now. 8:pm" "Right 8:pm at Warehouse 24. Should I tell them who the employer is?" Ron stood there for a time thinking "No if anything gets out I be sent to the slammer. Tell them they will meet the contact there by the name Mr. Unlucky."
"Not very imaginative." "Yeah that what I would tell the cops if they ask." He then headed out of the Apartment seeing a few folks dodging behind corner or into other apartments as he passed. Ratz goes to his computer and starts the possess of seeking out the Mercenaries who fits Rotten's requirements.
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OOC is your character the type that will do anything for the right price? This is the RP for you. Not openly evil now just on the wrong side of the law. If your character that type you be getting the information for possible employment.
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
"Yo........mmhmm........mmhmm........how much? Thats low man. You think my skins worth that **** pay?..... Yeah you know Imma ask for more than you get as a finders fee." Ian hung up his phone. He looked over and grinned to himself. Pushing his leg out he shoved the woman out of his bed and onto the floor.
"Ian you jackass! I am trying to sleep!" "Sorry Sara, couldn't help myself... but now that you are up, can you get me a water?" Sara poked her head up and glared at him. Ian gave her a puppy dog stare and she finally had to start hiding her smile. "You are still a jerk!". Sara stood and walked to the kitchen. Ian watched as the flick of the kitchen light silhouetted her body. If it wasn't for the scars Sara could have been a runway model. Ian didn't mind though, after all... he had caused them to save her all those years ago.
Sara came back with the water and wrapped herself around him in the bed. She ran her fingers over the tattoo on his chest. "Job?" Ian nodded. "Dangerous?" Ian shrugged. "You know they are always dangerous doll. My types not usually for hire you know" Sara grabbed Ians hand and drew it to her mouth kissing his knuckles. Ians hands having a faint yellow metallic shimmer to them. "I love these hands, and hate them." Sara said stuff like this all the time. Ian smiled and rolled out of bed deftly unwinding Sara from him.
Standing Ians body was fully illuminated by the kitchen light Sara had left on. Scars from blades and bullets danced across his flesh. Some newer, some old. Ian downed the glass of water and grabbed a pair of shorts off the ground."I will need to train, set up the ring and call the boys will you." Sara sighed.. well it had been almost a month since his last job, it was about time he was called again. After all, how many bodyguards had a 100% success rate in the world of capes?
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Suddenly, before Rotten, a shadowy plume of fire would begin to appear, before the figure of a woman would be seen, stepping out of the flames, unscathed. First, startling thigh high heels would appear, decorated lightly with patterns of bone. Next, a revealing leather corset, accompanied by a midnight black, formfitting trenchcoat, with a pair of pale hands, shrouded in fingerless lace gloves. Finally, the face would form, the skin tinted as a fine porcelain, surrounded by long streams of gorgeous, raven colored hair, and a pair of intriguing and undoubtably dangerous magenta eyes, which would glow and pulse faintly...
Rotten Luck was standing before the duchess of darkness, Contessa Nocturne, who would utter words with the feel of tainted silk and the tone of a snake...
"Mr Bolton...you and I need to...talk"
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He looked up at the woman before him. "You have to the point I start my bike to make me give a crap about what you have to say. Beginning now." He then starts walking again heading to his bike. The local thugs having heard the fighting in the apartment building had taken off.
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
She would smile, before simply waving her hand towards Rotten, a black pentagram forming beneath his feet, within each space besides the one he inhabits, would be roaring flames of darkness, and while it was clear that the fires before him may not KILL him, they would clearly do something much worse, as she would muse behind him...
"I hope that I have captured your attention, cadaver...now please, enlighten me about your little...future escapade....because I doubt your heroic allies would appreciate these actions...?"
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As far as the company was concerned, Daniel was an ideal employee. Shows up to work on time, doesnt complain, works hard, and gives advance notice for medical absences. He always dressed official and never took part in casual fridays. Some scars were visible over his collar and one on his left hand, though no one asked. The lab at the main EdenTech facility was just were he wanted to be. If they had any idea what he was using their research for cybernetic enhancements on himself, he would lose access to this fountain of knowledge.
He left work that day, same as always and drove home to his apartment. He passed the mark without any change in his expression. He was always looking and never missed the signal. The small black flag hanging outside the loft window. The tennant didnt know what they were doing, only that they got 100 bucks to hang a flag outside every couple weeks when they got the call. He turned into a gas station several block from his apartment filled his tank, and used the payphone. "Warehouse 24, 8 p.m., one week from today" the voice said. He hung up without asking any questions, got into his car, and drove home.
"My Allies can kiss my undead behind. The Aether Pirates were hired to steal something from me. Don't ask I won't tell. Just that I won't trust it in anyones elses hands even the TCPD. I took a risk with the bank and the it led to people dying. I won't make that mistake again. Now drop ya spell before we find out how stubern I am."
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Ian walked down the stairs finally dressed. Sara had called in 'the boys'. A group of mid 20's to early 30's men and women stood around in various street combat gear. They smiled as Ian got closer. "Ian ready for an ass woopin this time?" "Carl the only woopin you take part in is your own" one of the girls called out as everyone laughed. Ian laughed right along with them as he hopped over the cage and into the ring.
"Whose first?"
One of the smaller men got into the ring with Ian. He sported a baseball bat and what looked to be a mixture of rugby pads and police riot gear. They nodded at each other and rushed to the center. With each punch Ian got faster. By the time the first contender was down Ian was moving like a blur, his hands aglow. Ian had broken the mans collarbone, shin, and two ribs. Ian stopped striking as soon as the man dropped. Crouching down his hands moved lightning fast at first and slower and slower as Ian struck certain points on the man. Ian had transferred all the kinetic build up into some sort of Ki energy that was mending the fallen man. The man groaned and then laughed aloud. "Sweet damn Candlelight, I thought you would be easing into it not breaking me in half the first two minutes!" The man sprung to his feet faster than when he had entered the ring. The man was practically brimming with the transferred energy.
It seemed Ian was a kinetic based mutant who could transfer some of that speed, endurance, and rapid cell regeneration into others.
Two others climbed into the ring together. They knew the price for a few hours of 'lightup' was earning it through blood, sweat, and tears. Ian charged the two. He was moving at a normal pace... but as soon as fists started moving that would change fast.
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A mysterious figure wearing an evil looking skull mask appeared before Rotten and the woman.
"Why hello there dead man and what do we have here? Some sort of witch?
The masked man moved his mask up just a little as he licked his lips while looking at the woman
You don't know me but I do know you Mr Rotten. I believe you know someone by the name of Shepherd. He is how would I say an aquaintence. I'm here to help you retrieve your little artifact hehe."
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
The witch in question, would bear a smile, as she speaks....
"I don't believe I will Mr Bolton, and I have a pretty good idea about your stubborness...regardless, I also hope to assist you in recovering your little missing orb...provided you allow me a taste of it's aura...those are my terms..."
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It was going to be a late night every day for the next week. Deathclaw was no jump in blind and hope for the best merc. Planning, planning, then more planning, then train, train, plan, and train. Its so simple he thought, why those fools running all over the place could plan to tie their shoes in the morning before going to work; worthless fools. He started as always, going over maps and satellite images. Taking careful notes on building dimentions, any access/exit points, high speed avenues of approach, distances to point of cover, possible egress routes, observation points, power grid layout, maintenance access, sewer routes, drainage routes, nearest police station, nearest fire station, and local security offices.
He smirked as he finished with his initial layout of the warehouse. Some idiot is going to drive up to the front gate and smash his way in. I hope it isn't that kind of operation. Open warfare isn't my style. Course if they do, there are several good assembly points as they make their way into the warehouse.
Better get some sleep now. Training will be different tomorrow. He hated these call and show mission. You never know who is going to show up. As long as I get paid, I can tolerate them for one night.
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Smirking against the tips of her infrared vision goggles, the international thief and assassin known as Talon looked over the contract again on her MASK tablet, which connected her to several of the world's premiere info networks, and all of them illegal to access, invisible to all but her kind....the best criminals in the world, or the damn luckiest hackers on the planet. Sweeping her cascading blond locks behind her, she would carefully and tactically survey the target before her, the warehouse they were directed to meet at, for the job in question...
After determining entry points, exit routes, cover opportunities, and methods of tactical retreat if all went sour, Talon stowed away her goggles among her paraphernalia, she would readjust her sheathed katanas and knives among her leather and Kevlar garb, before taking off into the night, her work for now...was done...
The Talon has swept into Titan City...
(( For inspiration on her appearance, see Arrow's Black Canary...:) ))
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Sin Reaper looked at the woman he thought was a witch and then back at Rotten. Sin Reaper came to this world for great oppurtunities and this was just that but first he had to update his costume and make it even more menacing than before.
"I'll see you in the warehouse soon hehe"
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
With a smile, the 'witch' would depart in a swirl of darkness, her work was done, however minuscule her words seemed
It was done...
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Sin Reaper had big plans for the artifact once he got it but for now he would stick to his plan. He had already seen one of the villains he would be competing with. He was hoping to scope out the rest at the warehouse. Having abilities similar to Shepherd made him the best man for the job..
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
Rotten shook his head "Beware strangers baring gifts." He headed to his bike making a mental note to ask Shepard about Sin Reaper. First he needed to head to Mr. Night's press conference to see what tech they might run across. "Those two have less subtlety then a Harley with out a muffler. Wonder what the witch angle is would have been easier if she just pretended to be a mercenary at the warehouse. Well Elphaba all you done is got me watching my back." He road off then on his bike heading for the press conference.
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
The next day Daniel woke and his mind was already running. Five miles there, five miles back, then combat training. He had learned to learn. Every step as he ran a new scenario would come to mind and he play it out in his head, then the next step, and another scenario. This kept you alive. He learned a long time ago people freeze and lock up when they don't know what to do. By constantly engaging his mind in this dance of death, he would work out almost every possible action for any given scenario. On and on his mind would work for the hour he ran.
With the upcoming mission at the warehouse combat training would be different and more intense than normal. Every action during training must be mimicked in actual combat. You never just punch a punching bag, you focus on form, follow through, power, visualization. You envision everything you did before the punch, and everything you do after. From his map recon last night he knew he needed to sharpen his technique swimming, which meant water sprints. He needed weights to hold himself underwater to practice his hand-to-hand maneuvers. Rafters in the warehouse meant he needed to sharpen his grip and motion technique. He needed to maximize his ability to strike while holding on with just his legs, just his arms, one leg, and one arm. He must be lethal at all times.
Tonight he will move to the warehouse and observe everything. He will conduct a walk by as he rehearses and memorizes everything from the street on all three of his overland egress routes. He will scout each predetermined OP and verify which will be the primary stage point. This is where it is most dangerous. If one person caught sight at the wrong time, he could risk the entire mission.
Sin Reaper sat in his base thinking. He kept his face hidden in a mask for too long due to his resemblance to Shepherd. The Ghostwalker was the only one to ever see his face and he figured He'd probably let the other heroes know so why bother he figured. He hid his face for the fact that he looked just Like Shepherd. No one knew they were actually twin brother separated at birth other than themselves. He got ready for when the time came to meet up with Rotten.
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
The days had passed. Ians skills were honed in. Ian was never hired as 'the tactics guy'. Mostly he was brought as 'The medic' despite his overall offensive abilities being top notch in hand to hand combat zones. It was always good to be able to count a healer type as a combat type in the same scenario. Saras boys had insisted the morning of the meeting not getting healed. They wanted Ian to have as much stored energy as possible. They told him to heal them when he got back from the meeting. So while Ian walked into the warehouse his friends all sat back at the gym nursing broken and battered limbs.
Ian had wrapped his arms up to the elbow so they wouldn't glow. He didn't really mind standing out, but Sara had insisted. Ian could Ki strike himself for quick escape. ((Think jabbing yourself with an epi-pen)).
Ian pushed open the door to the warehouse. "Lucy I home!" Ian did his best (terrible) impression as he shouted out. Time to find out the details of this mission.......
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Slipping into the warehouse without detection behind Ian, Talon would suddenly vault over him, entering what would presumably be the meeting area, turning back to him, musing....
"Try to keep up, I'm Talon, one of your teammates for this job, all you need to know...."
With that, she would walk ahead briskly, eager to meet their contractor to learn the mission details...
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The Shadow Assassin Sin Reaper had teleported into the warehouse no longer wearig a mask and with a new black and blue leather hoodie vest to accentuate his black leather pants.
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
A white unmarked van pulls up to the Warehouse and rolls in the man behind the wheel leaped out dressed in combat boots, jeans a black turtleneck shirt black gloves with forarm guards and a black mask complete with goggles. Not a inch of skin showing. "Seems people are already showing up. I'm your contact and I be leading this task. Call me Mr. Unlucky because well I got stuck with this job. I give it a few moments for anyone else that might show up." He went to the back of the van and opened it "First part of the operation is underwater so find some gear that fits."
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Sin Reaper looked at what was available and decided against it as shadows surrounded then covered his body creating his own scuba diving gear.
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
Talon would nod, and reveal her own bag of gear, beginning to slip the wetsuit and breathing apparatus over herself, making sure they will be fuctional, before turning to Mr Unlucky....
"So we aren't after people, we are after an object...what is the object in question...and who is affiliated with it?"
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Ian lazily looked up as Talon vaulted. "Bit slow lass, 10 on silence, but a 2 on speed." ((Ian is a speedster afterall))'Sara would like those boots though, tell ya what, if you get skewered and I have to heal you pretty again I get the boots deal?" The gypsy in Ian always came out a bit.
Ian watched the van pull up and a man looking much like one of his own friends step out. After listening to Mr. Unlucky Ian raised his hand. "Hey Luckster good chap. Going to have to double the fee for me, you probably already knew that though." Ian smiled, a gold canine glinting just slightly. He was a bit of an ass but overall likable. ''Afterall, When this job goes all topsy turvy.. like they tend to, i'm the one that will be putting these jokers back together." Ian pointed in the general direction of the other mercs gathering.
Ian didn't wait for Mr. Unlucky to agree or disagree, he walked over to the offered gear and inspected it. 'Since those two won't be using any I will take the spares as well, have them shipped to Ratz, he will see they arrive at my place. Waste not want not right? Gotta keep my boys happy ya?"
Ian unceremoniously sat atop his new found pile of loot ((the scuba gear)). "So Deathface and lady flips alot, what are your specialties while we wait for the rest of our rag tag punching bags."
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He crosses his arms "You get the pay you asked for at the time you got the call. Like Sin Reaper said this isn't a kill. The artifact we are retrieving in the cargo hold of the downed Aether Pirate airship. Anything you can carry besides a Crystal ball about the size of a baseball red so dark it's almost black with runes on it. It's advised you don't look at it for long results are worst then death. Thought like you said there bound to be trouble at the least those Fishmen that dwell in the bay. Perhaps some of Night Industries drones and bots. I'm counting on us doing this at night to limit risk of human workers."
Looking at Ian "If you don't like it you can leave now. No pay for no work."
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Sin Reaper smiled as he phase shifted ad put his hand through the healer's chest then pulled it back and became soiid again the turning invisible and appearig behind him a Shadowy tendrils started to appear ten disappeared as he displayed some of his abilities.
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
"I asked for double at the time of the call." Ian smiled more. He was used to working with the grim and gruff, it didn't really phase him. "You already know I am the piece that puts 'human risk' " Ian air quoted "down to zero. Us or the workers. I'm sure the last thing anyone here wants is some oh so vengeance filled cape making a vendetta against them. Best way to do that is to see everyone home safe and sound ya?"
Ian poked his own chest after the dark merc put on his show. "Good on ya mate, but I asked what ya do, not to go all shifty into my bits. Do it again and youll find out what a 300 mile an hour prostate check feels like ya?"
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Sin Reaper gave Ian a smirk. He knew his abilities would come in handy.
"Sometimes it's easier to demonstrate than talk about what ya can do. Ya dig?"
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
Smirking at Ian's quick quips, she would nod before suddenly tossing a coin into the air, before carving the coin in half with her katana in a flash, sheathing it just as fast. She would smile before replying...
"Infiltration, Subversion, Thievery, and Assassination...and about your 'Sara', my boots...I don't plan on dying tonight for this man's jewelry, however important....drop the quips to a respectable level and I'll see what I can do..."
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Sin Reaper had yet to show his guns to the others he looked unarmed but that was cause the guns were spiritual weapons that appeared when he needed them. Ricochet wasn't the only marksman in his crew. After seeing the woman's skills with her sword he thought she would be useful. Her skill seemed to rival Raiden's
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
Ian was holding half the coin in his hand as the other half hit the floor with a clang. A momentary blurring effect. Had Ian moved? He was still sitting on the pile of scuba gear several feet away. "Oh the horror! You must be a villain, wasting precious money just to play all salad shooter!" Ians face contorted into an expression of over the top horror and sadness as he caressed the half coin. "Have no fear little halfy, you shall have many a friend soon." Ian pocketed the half coin. "Well whatever you and Ratz worked out is fine mate, he knows if it isn't my askin' price itll be his end my coin comes out of."
Ian pulled out a sharpie and wrote his name on the spare scuba gear and encased it in a large drawn heart shape. 'From me heart to me mates!" Pocketing his sharpie he grabbed the piece of gear he was actually planning to use and walked it over to the van. "You arn't one of those free candy types are ya? I'm a bit old for that." Ian looked back at the two combat oriented mercs. "Well ya commin or not, we have a murdered coin to avenge.... Oh and shotgun."
Ian unceremoniously dumped his gear into the van and climbed into the front passenger seat.
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He shook his head "Very well, the risk of professional mercenaries over street thugs. You get your double pay Ian after the job and only if no one dies. If your bragging that your so good you get the pay when you prove it." He suits up putting on his own gear "Now behind Ian there are a few Diver Propulsion Devices so we don't have to swim all the way. Just give it juice and hang on as the water jets pull you along."
Demonstrating he reached behind Ian and takes one of the diver units. "Don't see anyone else showing up. So any questions?"
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Sin Reaper looked at the Assassin.
"Ladies first. I'm fine with taking the rear. Someone has to babysit"
The shadow Assassin smiled under his hood
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
Chuckling lightly, he would find her already within the middle row of the van, directly behind Ian, as she would whisper...
"I don't kill coins or any forms of currency, I STEAL them, but I like your interpretation better..."
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As Ian tried to get into the front passenger seat, a pleasant English voice with a Kentish accent sounded off.
"Pardon me, but I'd rather you not sit on my lap."
There was a tall woman in her mid-20's already stretched out in the seat, feet up on the dash, a pageboy cap pulled down over her eyes. She tipped it up to look at Ian, her steel-blue eyes studying him intently. Even sitting relaxed as she was, her wiry body projected an air of danger and competence. It was like looking at a coiled snake, ready to strike at a second's notice.
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Sin Reaper soon followed them in and sat in the rear, his expression changing to a more serious demeanor as he looked more brooding. Time for jokes was over. It was now time to get serious for the task at hand.
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
Smiling at the prospect of another woman on the team, Talon would tap her to gain her attention, and whisper...
"They say assassins who dress casual Friday to operations are the best of the best...I hope I will be able to confirm that rumor afterwards..."
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"Well All aboard." He squeezed into the driver's seat. "Guess it's a good thing I got the large van and not one of those mini vans. Next stop pier 15 it's the closest one to our target that's not patrolled as often as it should."
Once everyone was in he started up and drove out of the warehouse. The way he went wasn't direct he made a few turns that doubled back and he checked the windows often for signs of being followed. It was about half an hour till they arrived at the pier. "Looks clear" he moved the van among some trailers to hide it from passing motorist view. He went to the back and got his dive unit "Alright I been casing this location for a week. We have about five hours before the cop patrol does show up." With that he headed for the water.
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Sin Reaper soon followed behind as he got in the water and headed to the location of the artifact.
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
Stepping out of the van briskly, she would waste no time in following Mr Unlucky beneath the water, her movements showing a kind of acrobatic grace as she descended towards the wreckage of the downed airship, communicating via a waterproof, pressure resistant headset...
"If you were kidding about those fish men, now is the time to cut the crap and tell us what to possibly expect...?"
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"Well that boy is all business I see." Ian watched as the shadow using merc made a B line for the water. "Doesn't take any time to just enjoy the view.... " Ian tilted his head ..just a little... towards the two ladies. "What would me Sara think! Temptresses, hexing me to look at ya!" Ian stripped down to a pair of compression shorts and mesh shorts over those. Most of his body was covered in tattoo work in various stages of completion. "Now now ladies, I'm a taken man! A lovers quarrel under the sea is romantic and all but there is money to be had! So if bullets start flying.. put one of those two lads in front of your fine faces so its them I stitch back together. Then me Sara can't say naught bout me touchin a lass."
The only thing that shut Ian up was him putting in the respirator. He followed after the two males. He had learned a long time ago that being in the front or back was never that ideal of a location.
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The tall woman exited the van, baffled by the fact that no one besides the other woman had spoken to her. Shrugging, she prepped her gear, placing her personalized H&K G36c, twin Sig Sauer P226's, and anything else that was not water-friendly in a waterproof satchel which went on her back. She could wear the satchel because she had not claimed one of the bulky sets of SCUBA gear. Instead, all she had was a pony bottle and mask. She was already wearing a wetsuit over which were strapped ceramic armor plates and joint guards. A diving knife was strapped to her left wrist and throwing knives to her right thigh.
She looked over at the smart-mouthed merc. "Trust me, I won't need any stitching back together."
She grabbed one of the DPD's and dove gracefully into the water with the others, following Mr. Unlucky.
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"Alright everyone should hear me. These respirator masks have short range communicators built in. No I wasn't kidding about the Fish Men, they are rare however they might show up seeking salvage from the wreckage." His unit revved up and he jetted through the water heading for the target he activated the lights on his unit and the small LCD light on his visor.
As they went the view wasn't good. Too much muck in the water however they will see crabs from time to time and some local fish. Then behind what remained of a crate a figure rose up and swam to intercept holding a bone spear the figure was humanoid but had gills no hair and webbed fingers and feet. It was indeed one of the fishmen behind it were four others.
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Ian looked at the fishmen. "Uh... not it!" he called as he touched his nose over top his respirator. "They have pointy things, my skin is pretty! Quick ladies rescue me!"
Despite everything Ian was saying and doing he was progressing directly towards the fishmen. Not faster than the front liners, but by no means lagging back.
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Sin Reaper followed behind as his guns appeared and began shooting at he fish men soon enough shadowy tentacles shot out and began draining the creature of it's life force as it's eyes turned pitch black like his own eyes while using his powers.
"Hehe I never was fond of seafood."
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
Not even blinking at the fish man's arrival, she would throw a handheld mini javelin towards the creature with startling precision, aiming to pierce his chest swiftly and quietly, hoping to not alert other fish men in the area, shouting over the headset...
"Stop firing, you'll attract more fish creatures to the area, let others handle them!"
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Sin reaper looked at her and shrugged as the guns disappeared More tendrils then shot out draining some of the other fishmen as they were impaled by the now hardened shadowy energy. He didn't need to use his guns to use his powers. they were just more fun and allowed him to focus them more
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
Nightstrike was right on Ian's tail and as he confronted the lead Fishman, her DPD shot over his head and rammed into the next two, stunning them briefly. She kicked off from the DPD, drawing her knife and assaulting the third in line, her movements quick and controlled as she dodged and parried the bone spears of the third and fourth Fishmen. She baited the third one in by letting him think he'd hit her and moving her arm slower. When he lunged for the kill, she dodged around the blow while moving in and drove the knife home, slitting him open him from groin to gills.
She turned to face the fourth, gesturing for him to come at her.
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He grabbed the arm of a Fishman that tried to stab him and twisted the arm to the point it broke then yanked the spear and trusted it into the chest of the creature. Rotten did feel bad for the thing it was to it's view protecting it's home. However he had to make a point that he was not holding back during this task and he will not pull punches if anyone got in his way of the Orb.
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Sin Reaper was impressed with Nightstrike at the way she took the fishmen out.
"You are a woman after my own heart. Cold and Calculating. Bless your soul"
Sin Reaper chuckled to himself.
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
Ian, currently being mostly useless (why engage in hand to hand combat when the fish men were being throttled from a distance) piped up. "So Luckster, do the fishmen need to survive or do they not count? Just checking because if I am going to save them it does need to be now..."
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"They don't count. It's human life I want to avoid harming, besides if they had escaped they would have alerted others. Five fishmen all with spears it was a raiding party would have attacked a pier or fishing boat. Lets get going the sooner we get this done the sooner we get paid." He started up his DPD again and continued on.
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Striking as swiftly as her name implied, Talon would begin to engage a group of fish men attempting to flank Nightstrike, her katana a tool of death within her hands, as she effortlessly parries trident strikes with her own fatal rebuff, her next statement matching her current action, calmly pressing her sword through the side of an unaware fish creature, calmly slicing it horizontally in half...
"This is rather pointless, and while I enjoy combat as much as the next girl, I suggest we grab the orb, NOW!"
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Sin Reaper quickly followed behind Rotten.
"So what exactly can this artifact we are getting do? Does it do more than turn people undead? "
Sin Reaper pretended to be ignorant.
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
Nightstrike had finished off the fourth Fishman and looked around, but the rest had been taken care of. She swam back over to her DPD and resumed the course towards the wreck.
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"It pays me rent is what it does." Ian was used to having to move fast, it was his favorite speed, but something about this mission just seemed off. There was no team prep, no vetting, no learning each others movements. Ian wouldn't be some pawn in a game. Once his contract was filled he was out of here. give Unlucky the orb and high tail it out.
"So that Aether ship had the orb eh? It's the only recent thing in the news in this area. Which means salvage will start what? Tomorrow? How much further till the projected crash area?"
Ian hated missions like this. Someone would break contract. Ratz was going to get a butt kicking later.
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"Simply put if your not protected. The thing will turn you into a Zombie if it takes full effect you loose your free will." Soon rubble from the Air ship could be seen. Bits of junk some parts of the ship that fell down as well as other remains.
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Approaching the rubble,Talon would say nothing as she carefully surveys the surrounding area, once with infrared, and again with telescopic, hoping to spot anything out of place, dictating the Orb's location...
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Sin reaper would search for the magical aura It was strong and he could follow it. He turned to Rotten
"I found it's aura. it seems to have left a trail. Very powerful magic."
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
"What do you mean 'the alarm was triggered'?"
It's not a smart move to wake a man at 3 in the morning. It's even less of a smart move to wake Nicholas Night at said hour.
"Sir, the motion sensors in the bay were pinged multiple times."
"...and you're sure it's not a false alarm like an hour ago?"
"Yes sir. We're estimating 5 to 8 unknowns around the Aether wreckage."
"Very well then. Get eyes on them. If they go near the cargo hold then blow the whole damn thing. At best, it'll be Aethers looking for the orb. At worst, treasure hunters. Either way, they're dead to me."
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Meanwhile..
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Up. Down. Up. Down.
The apple went up. It came down, right into the hands of the juggler. No one'd seen him set up, but there he was in red robes with a single apple in his hand. Up and down. Up went a second, then a third, then a fourth.. more and more. A few people watched, gave money, some even stood in amazement. They could have sworn one of the apples was glowing. The juggler looked out at the bay, a grin hidden behind his mask.
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"Then lets hurry. Look there an opening in the haul looks like the gun deck." He swam into the ship and looked around noting the dead vegetation was now swarming with sea life. "Seems mother nature already turning this place into a reef. Our target should be in the cargo hold."
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Sin reaper noticed that the aura trail started from the crate. Sin was now wearing his mask again under the suit. he then looked at Unlucky and the others.
"As you can see there is nothing in the crate but the trail lead back to shore. I can follow it to it's location."
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
"Someone has already gotten to it?" Nightstrike asked, stopping her DPD several feet from the hull and turning her head to look in Sin's direction.
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Sin Reaper turned to the tall woman as he nodded.
"yes it appears so but as I said I can follow the trail and locate it. That is why I'm in this, because I'm the only other one besides Shepherd that have this ability."
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
Talon would nod at Sin Reaper's claim, before silently maneuvering back to the pier, to remove the aquatic gear. Radioing into her commlink, she would muse from her perch....
"Vigilante traffic is starting to pick up, so I suggest we hurry...could our fish 'friends' have taken the orb..or do we have reason to suspect others?"
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Sin Reaper talked into the link.
"As i said the trail leads back to the shore I doubt the fishmen took it unless they live in the city.
Sin followed the trail
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
His hand closes into a fist then slams against the haul with such force he ruptures it impressive given that he was underwater. "Very well back to shore." He then revved up his DRD and headed to shore. "The TCPD would be watching for it so I don't think Mr. Night people retrieved it."
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Sin looked at Unlucky then headed off to he shore.
"Do you want me to continue following the trail?
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
The mystic juggler continues his act, one by one the apples go into the air and come down trasmuted into chainsaws. Flaming chainsaws at that. The crowd that gathered threw a bit more money at him, some wondering where they'd seen him before.
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"I'm a professional so no matter what you get your money. A contract a contract I know that braking one a risk I hired you for this job to get to the wreckage and you filled it. We can follow the trail, however from this point on I have no idea what to expect so I have no problem with any of you going." He still was fuming trying to figure out who would have taken it. One thing he does know the man that hired the Pirates didn't get it. He walked out of the water and went to the van retrieving a cell phone. "Yeah Ratz the mission done. No someone beaten us to it. Of course pay them I'm not a fool a mercenary that isn't payed is a death wish. And yes pay Ian double but next time tell me first before making such a deal."
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Talon approaches Mr Unlucky with a smirk creasing her features, standing at ease...oddly similar to the pose of a marine....
"I never back down from a job, and while I may be an assassin, a thief, the way you talked about the capabilities of the orb...no one needs to have it...count me in..."
Smiling, she brandishes her already cleaned katana, it's flash casting an eerie shadow over her already masked face, speaking in a matter of fact tone with hints of both experience and traces of excitement...
"Besides, twists in the job produce the most interesting surprises...money is just a bonus, extra incentive...this is where the fun begins"
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Sin Reaper smiled as he looked at the trail.
"So Mr Unlucky I ask again, want me to finish what we started and help you locate it?"
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
"Good on ya luckster... but while this contract is filled I feel a bit bad about it. Uneventful is great and all but you are out a penny and a pound. Tell ya what. You get a lead on that orb of yers and i'll help ya settle yer debts for half yer initial offer." Granted ian was still going to charge for his services, but as far as a gypsy was concerned he was basically giving it away for free.
Pocketing his cash he struck his legs four times. "Been waitin to do this all day." With a devil may care smile Ian was gone, a near visible streak of after image left in the air.
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"Very well, as the saying goes the kid gloves are off." With that he took off his scuba suit and then his mask, gloves, and long sleeve shirt. Under that he had on a black tank top and cracked his knuckles. Of course it was Rotten mummified flesh and everything as well as one pissed off look to his eyes. "I was expecting Mr. Night to have that place monitored hence why I didn't show myself. Now that we know someone else has it I can claim to be retrieving it from dangerous hands write it off as Hero business. Doubt even my parole officer could argue against that. Alright Reaper do your thing the night is young and we have a hunt."
He then looked sniffed the air "My guess it was some kind of teleporter. Damned thing though most teleporters need to see a location first before they port to it. So we dealing with someone cleaver and powerful in order to pull it off."
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Now that they were finally back on shore and unencumbered, the rest of the group would notice that Nightstrike stood in the typical military "at ease" position and had a constantly wary perceptiveness about her. Her eyes would scan the area about once a minute.
She looked over at Rotten. "I'm in it till the mission is done, sir. I was hired to infiltrate, retrieve, and exfiltrate. In my judgment, only two of those objectives have been fulfilled. Where to next?"
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Sin looked at the others with a sinister smile under his mask
"It's settled then.
The shadow Assassin began to follow trail of magic the orb left behind.
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
Following her now smaller group with a smile, she would turn to the only other female in the group with a smirk, as she absentmindedly but impressively twirls a knives between the fingers of her left hand, asking Nightstrike...
"Your skills with blades are impressive...I am glad we haven't crossed as enemies...I'm Talon"
She extends her unoccupied hand, with a sly grin
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As only the speedsters and teleporters could do Ian was back at his gym. He had his cell phone on. He could basically be anywhere in the city within minutes. Ian tossed the cash on the table in front of Sara and their friends. "Divy it up. I might get called again. Somethin' fishy happened with this contract and I'm not talkin about the fish men that got slaughtered. Oh and we are gettin 3 sets of scuba gear delivered by Ratz in the morning, padded our fee a bit by laying claim to the unwanted gear." Ian smiled as sara mock scowled. Ian set about using the remainder of his Ki abilities to set his friends healthy and whole as Sara counted the money. "Jeez Ian, did you have to kill anyone for all this money?" Thats when Ians normal carefree attitude dropped. "Like I said, something was wrong with that mission. They was after some magic orb or another. It was in that airship that wrecked a few days ago. Someone else had already gotten to it despite Night Industries having guards posted. Why would they guard the orb inside the ship instead of claiming it right away? Somethin bigs goin on Sara. Somethin we gotta be a part of, but we hafta fall on the right side of events... I jus don't know what side that'll be yet."
"You dont need to take the job Ian... we don't need the money that bad. The suits are coming along, pretty soon we can all go out together, you won't have to have your own back." ian smiled at Sara. She didn't know that he paid the developer double to make sure the biomech suits being developed were slow walked. The longer Sara and his friends had off the radar of capes the better. Ian glanced at his cellphone. He was worried about his most recent employer... he was surrounded and didn't seem to realize it. The merc girls seemed capable, but assassins rarely stuck around when tides turned. Ian kissed Sara on the temple before grabbing a Yeungling out of the mini fridge and turning on pay per view. They all had money on the fights coming up that night.
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Nodding he headed off following Sin "Let's get this job done then."
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Now that they were out of the water, Nightstrike completed her kit by strapping on a tactical vest with a chest sling for the H&K G36c and handle-down sheath for her combat knife, a throat mic which she hooked into the earbud, and a gun belt with quick-draw holsters for the pair of SIG Sauer P226's. She dropped the pony-bottle back into the satchel and slung it onto her back.
When the thief approached and introduced herself, Nightstrike shook her hand with a grip that was just shy of painful. "Nightstrike."
She set off down the alley, following Rotten Luck, her movements absolutely silent. In a series of fluid movements, she hopped onto the rim of an open dumpster, leaped and caught the hanging stairs of a fire escape, scrambled up them to the balcony. From the balcony she jumped to a pipe bridging the alley, clambered on top of the pipe and crossed it, then leaped up and caught the edge of the roof, easily hauling herself up. Once there, she continued to shadow Sin, giving the group a higher line of sight.
She tapped her throat mic. "Unlucky, I'm taking the high road."
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He hits his com to reply "Understood. I thought more of our target. Like I said the orb magical so chances are our target wields magic and as said before is powerful." Rotten was moving with a steady stride sniffing the air from time to time and even letting out a growl.
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Talon was carefully and silently trailing ahead of Mr Unlucky and just behind Nightstrike, scaling gracefully up a opposing fire escape, her startling athleticism apparent as she races between opposing buildings, making sure to keep a low profile as she does so, still following Sin Reaper.
Keeping pace with her teammates, she would quickly chime in on the comm...
"Anyway you could provide the non magical members of this team some way to highlight the trail for themselves...and Luck...we are heading further into the city...any idea on what hostile groups to expect?"
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Sin heard what Talon had to say and decided to comply.
"Ok I will leave you a trail of shadowy energy for you and Nightstrike to follow.
With that said the shadowy energy began to leave a path as it went over the magical trail the orb was giving off from it's aura.
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
"Besides the normal street thugs and perhaps some TCPD who might question a bunch of assassins and mercenaries racing through the city I have no idea. As I said from the point of discovering the Orb wasn't in the wreckage everything unknown. Who the perpetrator is and how he or she did it under Night Industries nose I haven't a clue." "Sin What do you see ahead any clues on what we might be facing?"
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Sin began to approach as the shadowy energy reached a point close to the juggler
"The trail lead and stops at a juggler who seems to be giving of strong magical aura coming from his spiritual signature. And i don't know why but one of the items he is juggling is giving off the same aura as the orb."
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
Meanwhile:
"Little Miss, it is time you slept. What are you watching now?"
"I know Justin, but their is magic shifting locations and owners." Ariana was drenched with sweat. A robe hung loosely over her night gown. "If it shifts to the wrong owner for to long I will have to summon her."
Justins jaw clenched. He scooped up the frail young woman. "That is enough for tonight Ms. King. You should have locked away the maiden. She isn't worth your current exile. They can help you get stronger."
Ariana sighed and laid her head against Justins chest the way a sleepy child does with a parent. "She only takes what I am willing to give Justin. She is only as dangerous as her user is willing to make her."
"Which is why no one has survived prolonged summoning!"
Ariana was starting to drift off to sleep. She mumbled the last few words. "I will need to scry again when I wake up, have my mirror ready."
Justin tucked the girl into bed. Her fever was running rampant.
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"Ahhhh... the guests have arrived! Gather round, for this street mage has more tricks to show."
The man in red smiles to Sin behind his mask, not even watching the dangerous power tools he juggles in the air.
"They come to seek an orb of power. One is a killer, so best to cower. Another dead, though not pushing flowers. Although his smell is quite sour! But rhyming aside, you folks best run. For when the fight starts, it won't be done. They think it's safe within rotting hands. But wrong they are, this ragtag band. For it will be taken once more, it's true. Taken by the man in blue. Safer, it is, with the man in red. The other one will wake the dead!"
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Talon blinks at the man's statement, shaking her head before suddenly leaping before the man, her katana extended towards him as she carefully circles the street mage, formulating a plan of action as she shouts...
"I don't betray contracts and contractors unless it suits me....and your merely another obstacle in the way of the orb..."
She would then begin to spin the sword in front of her, a whirring sound piercing the air, causing some of the crowd who didn't initially scatter to flee, her tone as she addresses the juggler depicting a similar ultimatum...
"Hand over the orb, or be. Cut. Down!"
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Nightstrike suppressed a groan and eye roll at the impulsive actions of the thief, but still raised her assault rifle and took aim at the mage, ready to support Talon should things get bad.
She tapped her throat mic. "Sin, get those pistols of yours ready. If he goes on the offensive, I want suppressive fire to give Talon an avenue of escape. Unlucky, circle around 180 degrees to Talon's current position. I want this guy having to focus on more than one threat."
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Sin smiled at the request as he summoned the twins when his dual pistols appeared. The runes on his guns began to glow as they surged with magical power when he took aim at the juggler as shadowy negative spiritual energy began to swirl on one arm and a glowing blue spiritual light energy swirled around the other as he focused his energy on the guns.
"In the end there can be only one" The Highlander
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