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Ages ago, humanity left Earth for the stars. Eventually, they found a paradise: Eden. And on that paradise were the Juins. In time, the colonization of Eden by humanity lead to a war between humans a Juins. In the end, the Juins lost. Hundreds of years later, Juins are secluded on their own continent and humans make up the majority of Eden's population. But over the past few years, strange occurrences were noticed all over the world. People were seen flying in the skies.

Fights took place between people that could bring down buildings. And at the center of it all is a small number of men and women with amazing abilities. Some of these people want to lead normal lives, and some plot to use the strife to wreck havoc on the world. These people are brought together by circumstance, and those virtuous enough band together, because whether they like it or not, they're Forced Heroes.


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MKULTRA
He who sits the throne
Administrator
19 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker MKULTRA has 2 posts. Offline. played by MKULTRA!









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Species: Deity

Occupation: God of the New World

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Oct 25 2017, 10:16 PM Quote


Job: Assassination

Client: Multiple; unknown

Target: Henry Moorehead

Target Info: Henry Moorehead is the president and CEO of Moorehead Construction, a company known for its aggressive dealings when it comes to earning contracts from potential clients. They're also famous in the business world for having bought out much of their competition, and there are many famous buildings--most notably in Vargas--that were constructed by them. It's been reported that the company has ties to the criminal underworld, and while there have been several court hearings and lawsuits to this regard, none of the alleged crimes have ever been proven.

Job Info: Moorehead will be staying at the Four Elements hotel in Vargas, Raverita; a luxurious hotel that was actually built by Moorehead Construction two decades ago. The objective of the job is to eliminate Mr. Moorehead in any way possible. Discretion is not required. The target wears a golden ring on his left hand with his initials on it, and once the job is done, this item should be taken as proof that the hit was done by the one carrying it.

The item should be returned to the respective party's client for their reward.

Other: Due to the number of contracts out for Moorehead's blood, it is very likely that anyone who accepts the contract will come into conflict with the other groups involved. Anyone looking to take the contract should expect to have a few fights on their hands.
Conway
Ghost Lotus Assassin
Capable of Varying Alignment!
31 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Conway has 26 posts. Offline. played by Cypher









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Species: Human

Occupation: Mercenary

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Oct 28 2017, 04:21 PM Quote


Three days ago, there was no plan to come out to Raverita.

No, the plan was actually to not engage in any type of business; for the past few weeks, Conway had put in what essentially amounted to overtime with the Ghost Lotus, bouncing around the world, doing everything from minor hits to completing off the books wetworks operations for a broad swath of government institutions that wanted and needed to get their hands dirty, but didn't want to sully the hands of their own people to do it. Illegal, but highly lucrative for those within Warshaw, and Conway especially.

But even a man of his stature, with or without his metaphysical abilities, gets tired eventually. Be it physical or mental fatigue, sometimes, you needed a break, and that's what the man behind the assassin planned to do: take a break. Not a long break, just two or three weeks off, just to show his neighbors that he still existed, just to show his family that he wasn't dead. Unfortunately. his plans were interrupted when he got word of a contract, a high paying contract.

With how much Jacob has been working recently, the job wasn't something he needed to do as he had plenty of money to comfortably retire on several times over at this point, so he could've easily refused had this been any other job, but with the amount of money looking to change hands, the Ghost Lotus wanted to be in on this, and with him being one of the few who was free, Conway was conscripted into duty. He and a dozen others.

After all, even with someone as capable of as Conway, no one wanted to leave this up to chance. Far too many hands would be gunning for the same target, and Warshaw wanted someone, anyone, to be there to collect on the bounty. So in reality, this job wasn't even for Conway specifically, he was just another member on a team.

Though he was the most powerful member on the assembled team, though that didn't matter much when the expectation wasn't even for him to really need to use his chi abilities in the first place. So, like the rest of his team, the assassin flew into Vargas on a staggered basis in order to not draw suspicion before finding himself in the Four Elements hotel on the Vargas strip. Surprisingly, this part of Raverita wasn't an area he tended to frequent, on the job or off the job, in spite of the fact that it was one of the major tourist hotspots in the country, and the number two city in the world when it came to gambling, second only to Monacia in Konsorhaven, so he was actually out of his element in this city. Thankfully, he wasn't team lead on this mission, that job belonged to someone else.

Right now, his job involved sitting at one of the bars, drink in one hand, taco in the other, watching the Vargas Auric Templars play some hockey.

And some damn good hockey, at that.

Jericho
The Outcast
Capable of Varying Alignment!
28 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Jericho has 24 posts. Offline. played by MKULTRA









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Species: Kagzran

Occupation: Wandering Mercenary

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

"Sorry, but I've only got one life, and I don't plan to waste it on things like 'honor' or 'chivalry'."
Oct 29 2017, 01:59 PM Quote


A drink. There was always a drink before a big job, and there would usually be one following the completion of said job, regardless of the success of the mission. In some strange way, one could have seen this as a sort of ritual for Jericho, and perhaps he had begun to see it as one himself. Was it to calm his nerves? No, that wasn't it. More than likely, it was just a subconscious habit of his, created during his time as part of the Kagzran horde; it was not, after all, unusual for there to have been a feast on the eve of a conquest. Old habits died hard, it seemed.

Regardless of the semantics behind it, however, Jericho wanted a drink, and that's why he found himself inside of a sports bar, silently looking out of a window as he watched both cars and people pass by. He didn't order anything too fancy, just some buffalo chicken and a beer, and once he was done with his order, he just sat there, occasionally looking up at the clock on the wall as he kept to himself.

Honestly, Jericho didn't like it here very much. Too many bright lights, too many outlandish sights and sounds. The only reason he was here was because he had heard about the contract on some CEO's head, and the pay was hella good. Jericho had done this kind of work before, although discretion had never been his strong suit. Every time he had gone after a target, they were able to see him coming from a mile away--due in no small part to his appearance, among other things--and always had some sort of resistance prepared for him. Despite all of that, however, he'd always get the job done, one way or another.

But this job was different. It wasn't fueled by some low-key squabbling, and the contract wasn't put on some nobody's head, not to mention the amount of money that was on the table. He had heard about the hit via a few contacts he had made in his line of work, and he knew about the risks too. Apparently, more than one person was after this guy's head, and since completion of the contract required that the target's ring be presented to the contractor, it was inevitable that this would lead to conflict between the various groups and parties gunning for the target's head.

Still, at this point, conflict just came with the territory, so it wasn't anything Jericho was unprepared for. With that in mind, the male looked up at the clock once more and decided it was time to get things underway. He stood up from his seat, ran his fingers through his hair, and began to make his way towards the bar's exit, passing by some guy munching on a taco as he watched a hockey game.

Something about the other man gave Jericho a bit of pause, and caused him to momentarily halt his stroll out the door. After regarding the man warily, he shrugged, pushed open the door to the bar and headed down the street, beginning his trek to the Four Elements hotel while also keeping an eye out for any trouble. For him, the job had just begun, so he knew that he'd need to watch his back from this point onward.

He'd be getting that ring though, come hell or high water.
Adessa Infernia
Hell's Janitor
General Populace
Twenty-Three YEARS OLD
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Species: Hell Guardian

Occupation: Guardian of Hell

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Oct 29 2017, 06:03 PM Quote


Adessa had no intention of grabbing that damn ring.

She was well aware that Mr. Moorehead had more than a few hits out on him, he was naughty enough for Hell itself to be gunning after his soul before he had the chance to redeem himself, after all. Such a naughty man was of course, very much sought after by the land of punishment and atonement. She'd even seen a few of the assassination jobs set up after him, though she wasn't much impressed. What was with the fascination with that damn guy's ring? Could it open the gates of heaven itself or something?

But seriously, this city sucked! Sure, it was like a neverending party and there was some fairly decent eye candy dotted around, but the police presence was just irritating to the max degree! She'd even had to have her chains stash Brimstone Lady in hell, just so she wouldn't be arrested for carrying around a giant sword. How stupid was that?

She sat sulking on a bar stool in some random bar she'd hopped into, hoping to curb the urge to blast everybody around her into oblivion. The people here were just as annoying, though she supposed her provocative dress didn't help much when she kept having to turn men down. How many times did she have to do that before the rest of the bar got the idea and left her alone!?

She sighed, downing the rest of her whiskey and standing up, making for the exit without even glancing at the rest of the bar patrons. It wasn't like any of them were interesting enough, the only interesting guy had left the bar a few seconds before her.

She followed him, not even attempting to mask the fact that she was tailing him. It wasn't hard to miss him, with him lugging that massive slab of metal that was shaped into the approximation of a sword. What sort of guillotine had he ripped apart to fashion a sword that size? It was just a little bigger than her own sword, though her Brimstone Lady was clearly the better weapon, obviously!

Still, she could appreciate the sentiment that bigger was better. As long as he could swing the thing around without it dragging his ass with it, he was pretty cool in her books. A shame he wasn't a woman, or Adessa figured she'd probably be trying to obtain digits or more. Still, carrying a weapon openly like that, what were the odds he was after that Moorehead guy's ring or whatever? Probably pretty high, judging by her previous track record. Oh well, she didn't exactly need to compete. As long as she was there when he died.

She continued following the guy, still making no attempt to mask it. She even kept her eyes fixed squarely on his back, between his shoulder blades. If he wanted to confront her about it, let him. Wasn't like she HAD to fight him.
Zelne
Ex-Joscorian world knight
General Populace
120 YEARS OLD
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Alignment: Good

We believe that peace is hard-won, that sometimes it is necessary to fight for peace.

But more than that: We believe that justice is more important than peace. We believe in freedom from fear, in denying fear the power to influence our decisions. We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another. We believe in acknowledging fear and the extent to which it rules us.

We believe in facing that fear no matter what the cost to our comfort, our happiness, or even our sanity. We believe in shouting for those who can only whisper, in defending those who cannot defend themselves. We believe, not just in bold words but in bold deeds to match them.

We believe that pain and death are better than cowardice and inaction because We believe in action.

We do not believe in living comfortable lives. We do not believe that silence is useful. We do not believe in good manners. We do not believe in empty heads, empty mouths, or empty hands. We do not believe that learning to master violence encourages unnecessary violence. We do not believe that we should be allowed to stand idly by. We do not believe that any other virtue is more important than bravery.

Oct 30 2017, 11:25 AM Quote


A sports bar. It wasn't exactly what she would have called her first pick to sit and wait. Especially when, not even a day ago, she didn't have any reason or business being here in Raverita.

But rumors abound on the grapevine, whispers of a job, a contract. The target? Henry Moorehead, unfortunate last name, corporate bigwig and from her understanding, someone who had their hands in a few cookie jars, cookie jars that one's hand shouldn't rightfully belong in. She swirled her glass of bourbon, took a swig and looked up at the clock with a blink. It was almost time for her to get going. So she downed the rest of the dark amber liquid, grabbed her bag which contained her own glaive and hoisted it against her shoulder, fingers gripping the strap nice and tight as she paid what she owed.

Her last passing glance spotted a man, taco and drink in hand and paused for a second to get a cursory look. Something about him felt odd and while she couldn't quite put her finger down on it, couldn't quite.... hash out why she felt obligated to stop and glance out from under her hood at the dark skinned man enjoying what appeared to be a taco and a beer; while he was a handsome man, she shrugged and moved on. No time to flirt or make conversation; not that he looked entirely interested in making small talk.

Zelne's last thought as she passed the threshold between establishment and street was that there was going to be some justice done today. Payment was a secondary thought as her feet carried her off to the four elements hotel, a place that she would never consider staying at. Too rich, too ritzy; just like everything else in Vargas. Which she likened to a city of sin and vice.

So it was fitting that she had come here to trim off a branch from the tree. The pay was just a bonus, one she could...honestly live without. It was too big a sum for her to explain away as she thought about just taking the money, splitting it up and throwing it at a few charities under a pseudonym. Make something more out of a contract based on inherent greed. But there was the fact other people would be gunning for it and that meant fighting and conflict.

A part of her longed for and relished the idea of a fight, to test her mettle against so many people gunning for the same target, that she couldn't help but crack the faintest grin; as she drew up her hood a little and passed two people. It was a woman following a man in black with...the largest sword she'd even seen strapped across his back. They were going in the same direction as she was and it didn't take a genius to realize he was geared up for a fight. But she had her runeglaive with her this time, wanted to take no chances this time around. This time, Zelne was going to play rough.

And if there was one thing she was good at, it was good old fashioned savage violence.
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That Which Drives The Plot!
Omnidirectional Narrative Puppet
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Nov 1 2017, 11:30 PM Quote


It seemed like a relatively routine job for everyone involved; a standard 'protection' job. Keep the rich guy safe, don't let him get killed, get paid. Simple...subjectively speaking. It certainly wasn't anything that any of the men here appeared to have been unprepared for, given their composure and outward appearance.

If you gave the men one look, you'd be able to tell right away who they were: the Tunisian Mob, a crime syndicate made up of refugees from both Tunis and Raverita who banded together due to the cold war currently keeping the two countries at odds. The story of how they rose to power was almost too outlandish to have any sort of reasonable truth behind it. Starting out as a ragtag band of what were, essentially, vagrants, they quickly rose to power after taking advantage of the chaos that came with the cold war. Extortion, racketeering, drug smuggling, and murder were just a few of the things that put the mob in the spotlight, and now they were a force to be reckoned with.

They could usually be distinguished due to their getup, which usually included a black suit and a gold and platinum pin with the letters "TM" on it.

There were a few of them standing around the entrance to the hotel, some leaning up against the walls beside the door, and others hanging out by their own respective cars, talking with their friends or trying to chat up any good looking chicks that passed by. For a protection crew, they seemed to have been unusually relaxed, even out in the open like they currently were. Typically, that said one of two things about them: that they were either total amateurs, or they were so confident in their own numbers that they'd allow their own guard to drop. It was possible that it was a bit of both, but it was more than likely the latter.

It would have been safe to assume that the back of the building, where the pool would have been, was similarly guarded, and one could only speculate about their numbers inside of the hotel.

As for exactly where Henry Moorehead was staying, that was still a bit of an unknown factor. It had been stated, to all those involved, that he would be staying at the Four Elements, but it was never specified as to exactly which room he'd be staying in. With that in mind, it might be worthwhile for all those involved to do some investigating before storming the palace, but it was anyone's call at this point.

Needless to say, the hotel was about to get more than its fair share of excitement this evening.

Jericho
The Outcast
Capable of Varying Alignment!
28 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Jericho has 24 posts. Offline. played by MKULTRA









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Species: Kagzran

Occupation: Wandering Mercenary

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

"Sorry, but I've only got one life, and I don't plan to waste it on things like 'honor' or 'chivalry'."
Nov 4 2017, 03:46 AM Quote


Jericho was nearing the Four Elements now, the 39 floor hotel easily towering above everything in the immediate area, so it wasn't hard to spot. He hadn't been walking all that long, maybe 15-20 minutes at the most, but all throughout the walk, he felt an unnerving presence hovering around him, almost as if though there were a pair of eyes digging into his back. After a while, he couldn't stand it anymore, and took a quick peek over his shoulder with his eye, spotting the apparent source of his unease in the form of a purple-haired young woman in a rather provocative dress.

Now, this wasn't the first time that Jericho had been followed, but in all of the other instances in which something like this had occurred, the parties in question at least tried to conceal both themselves and their movements as they stalked him. This girl? Complete opposite. She made no moves to hide the sounds of her footsteps, and she certainly wasn't doing anything to maintain any sort of reasonable distance from her quarry. The girl was following him, that much was for sure, but Jericho couldn't quite understand why she didn't even try to hide it. Was she an amateur? Unlikely, given the mission that he was on. If she really was following him, then it meant that she was likely one of the people gunning for Moorehead's ring, which also meant that she was part of the competition.

If that were truly the case, then it'd be worth it to nip this little problem in the bud now, before it got any worse. There wasn't much he could do now, not in the open anyway. Way too many people, and he was already getting some looks due to the massive slab on his back. In addition, he'd also be losing time on the job, meaning that while he was dealing with this problem, someone else would probably be busy collecting on their reward. He had to handle this quickly, otherwise it'd be bad for him.

With a grimace streaking across his face, Jericho continued walking down the street as he neared the hotel, his head facing forward but his attention turned backward as he made a sharp turn into a nearby alleyway, his figure disappearing into the darkness within as all went quiet. After waiting a few moments for the girl to walk by, a hand would have reached out from the darkness and seized her by the wrist, forcefully dragging and then shoving her into the depths of the alley as the sound of wood grinding against leather could be heard.

Upon looking towards the exit of the alley, one would be able to spot the evening light gleaming ever-so-slightly off of the metal of Jericho's crossbow, Ziz. An arrow was loaded onto the crossbow, the weapon aimed squarely at the girl's head as the leather-clad mercenary stared sharply at the purple haired woman, his metallic left hand hidden behind his cloak as he took a step forward, sparing a quick glance back to exit to ensure that no one was approaching or otherwise had been looking. The coast seemed clear so far, and the hooded figure that he had seen pass him didn't appear to be around either. Good.

"You got something you need from me, lady? Or is it just a bad habit of your's to follow guys with big swords around? If so, then maybe you need to find yourself another hobby, 'cause this one's about to get you killed." he said, a straight expression on his face as he kept his crossbow trained on the girl. If she really were with one of the other groups gunning for his target's head, then perhaps she may have had some information that would've proved useful for Jericho. It did beg the question, though...

Just how many people were going after this guy?
Adessa Infernia
Hell's Janitor
General Populace
Twenty-Three YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Adessa Infernia has 34 posts. Offline. played by Culaco









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Species: Hell Guardian

Occupation: Guardian of Hell

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Nov 7 2017, 05:25 PM Quote


As the man she'd been tailing ducked into an alleyway, Adessa let a small smirk grace her lips, rolling her eyes as she continued walking. Did he really think she hadn't seen him duck into that alley? She'd had her eyes planted firmly on him since she left the bar and decided to follow him, there was no chance in hell she was actually going to lose sight of him properly. Still, at least he'd figured out that he was being followed. There were a few people that didn't even manage to meet that milestone.

Still, she supposed there was no harm in letting nature take its course and just going with the flow in this situation. It wasn't like she couldn't fight her way out of trouble, nor was it the case that she even needed to fight in the first place.

She passed the alley, purposefully failing to react as the hand grabbed her and pulled her into the darkness, rolling her eyes as the whole thing went on. God, this whole being captured and interrogated thing was dreadfully dreary after it'd happened a few times. The least he could do was threaten her with something interesting. She quirked an eyebrow at him, smirk plastered on her face, all confidence.

"Really? A crossbow? Did the middle ages spit you out or something?" It was kind of a hypocritical thing for a fellow sword wielder to say, but at this point she found it more funny than anything else. "Seriously, does that ever even do anything against anybody now?"

Huh? Oh right, she was also being questioned, wasn't she? She yawned, raising her free hand to cover her mouth, being polite about the whole thing. This was really pretty annoying, why couldn't the guy just be cool about being followed? It wasn't like she meant him any harm, well, at the current moment at least.

"Are we playing a game of questions? No, I don't need anything from you. No, but I have a lot of bad habits." She shrugged, focusing her eyes on a point behind the crossbow before she blinked out of existence in a flicker of ash and embers, reappearing behind the man, leaning against a wall in the alleyway. "I mean, I'm pretty sure assassination is a hobby, right? But uh, you'd know all about that, wouldn't you? After that Henry guy too?"
Conway
Ghost Lotus Assassin
Capable of Varying Alignment!
31 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Conway has 26 posts. Offline. played by Cypher









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Species: Human

Occupation: Mercenary

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Dec 2 2017, 03:03 AM Quote


"These are some good tacos," The assassin chimed as he shoved another handful of the finger food into his face in between sips of his drink. If there was ever a single benefit of coming into this city, it was the food. It was some of the best in the country; its cultural tastes an aggregation of pretty much every region of the world. Add that with the copious amounts of alcohol, you really couldn't go wrong.

But that wasn't way he was here, nor did he allow it to distract him.

Though his head didn't pivot and his eyes seemed as if they were fixated on the TV, the strangely garbed man dragging around the massive weapon didn't bypass his notice. The Ghost Lotus assassin wasn't aware of any costume parties or cosplay conventions in town at the moment, so he had to assume that the man was there for the same reasons he and the rest of his allies were. The hotel was probably crawling with people on either side of the bounty, hiding in plain sight. After all, hiding in plain sight is what they tended to do.

Precisely why Jacob didn't move from his seat and tail the man. He had to imagine that hotel security or Vargas police would be alerted to the strange man with a strange, massive object if they hadn't been already, so there was no need for him to jump into things now. Aside from that, he was knee deep in a meal and a sporting event, randomly disappearing would've alerted far too much attention to his person.

There wasn't a need to move when he wasn't alone, after all.

It took nothing more than a few texts and his associates split up to follow the man. Not too close, however, wanting to avoid being spotted or detected. And on the off chance that the man was capable of harnessing ki like Conway, getting too close would've been a death sentence, even for them. Not all of them were trained in the arts; they had to kill the normal way.

Minutes later, two of his allies shot him and the rest of the team a text message after they found the man; he was apparently in an alley, dealing with someone else who happened to follow too closely. Someone else with an equally large weapon. The Ghost Lotus, armed with nothing more than easily concealed handguns, maintained their distance, and actually moved further away from the scene as an extra precaution, though they maintained their lines sight, and would do so as long as possible while they documented via pictures and video. They didn't need to stay for long, just long enough to get a guess as to where they would move and get enough imagery to pass around among them to make them all easier to point out in the future. Once that was done, they disseminated their findings to the rest of the team.

Conway glanced at his phone, committed some pictures to memory, and then went back to his food.

Zelne
Ex-Joscorian world knight
General Populace
120 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Zelne has 12 posts. Offline. played by Glennard









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We believe that peace is hard-won, that sometimes it is necessary to fight for peace.

But more than that: We believe that justice is more important than peace. We believe in freedom from fear, in denying fear the power to influence our decisions. We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another. We believe in acknowledging fear and the extent to which it rules us.

We believe in facing that fear no matter what the cost to our comfort, our happiness, or even our sanity. We believe in shouting for those who can only whisper, in defending those who cannot defend themselves. We believe, not just in bold words but in bold deeds to match them.

We believe that pain and death are better than cowardice and inaction because We believe in action.

We do not believe in living comfortable lives. We do not believe that silence is useful. We do not believe in good manners. We do not believe in empty heads, empty mouths, or empty hands. We do not believe that learning to master violence encourages unnecessary violence. We do not believe that we should be allowed to stand idly by. We do not believe that any other virtue is more important than bravery.

Jan 6 2018, 02:12 PM Quote


Could just level the entire hotel, top to bottom. But there's too many bystanders. She mentally grumbled as she explored her options, huddled up in an alleyway just one block away from the objective.

"Could always claim I'm looking for work as a bodyguard. Might work. Maybe." That was honestly and quite probably her best shot right now as she adjusted her bag and stepped out of the alleyway and made her way towards the assemblage of goons at the front of the hotel, hood pulled back just enough to show her face but not her horns. No telling how they'd react to that really, might get gawking glances or whatever. Not like she couldn't handle them all if they got rowdy with her.

"Hey!" She barked off across to them, one hand in the air, the other still clutching her bag as she waved towards the Tunisian mobsters before making her way over towards them at an even pace. Stopping only a good ten feet away as she craned her head a little. "Got any interesting gossip? You guys seem like the sort that hear things." To her, it was an innocent enough question, one made in genuine honesty. "Lookin for work. Know anyone that might be hiring protection? Could stand to make a quick buck."

This was a risky shot, but if it got her near Moore she could keep him safe for the time being, keep the others at bay or beat them off entirely before collecting on the job properly. It didn't hurt she was itching for a fight either, which in all honesty was something she really wanted at this point. Chalk that one up to her Joscorian heritage and her military training as she tapped her foot a few times, waiting for a response be it bullet, blade, or actual conversation.

She was most certainly ready for it. Especially the bullet and blade outcomes. "And before anyone asks, no, I'm not a call girl. I'm an off duty employee from the executive security firm in Generica. Sort of taking a vacation, but extra cash off the table never hurts." Now that was a lie, straight-faced as it were. She didn't care about the money, not really, more the challenge than anything else. Because well, with that kind of cash up for grabs? There were sure to be a lot of interesting people coming out of the wood work for that man's head.

Good place to be when the shit hits the fan? Near the guy everyone wants dead. Then she'd probably take the ring from his cold dead hands after she killed him of course. Whichin her mind, that'd be doing a lot of people a lot of favors and she didn't just mean the whole karmic justice of getting rid of someone that was like a human cancer cell, either.
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Jan 10 2018, 06:39 PM Quote


The men currently guarding the front entrance to the hotel weren't really doing much, despite there only being two of them at the moment. One of them was a fairly young looking guy, likely in his early twenties, while the other was much older, probably in his thirties or forties. The younger one--a long-haired blonde wearing shades--was propped up against a wall adjacent to the entrance of the hotel, while the older one--a dark-haired man with a goatee--was sitting down on a stool reading the local paper. Occasionally you would see the two men converse with each other, or the younger man would pull out his phone and start tapping away at the screen, but overall there wasn't much going on between the two.

Until a girl with a hood showed up.

Even though the hood wasn't covering her entire head, it was still a cause for concern for the two currently manning the hotel entrance. It didn't necessarily mean that she was a threat, but it was still best to keep on one's toes when in these kinds of situations. So, with that in mind, when the woman came within view, they immediately stopped whatever it was that they were doing and stood up to be greeted by the stranger.

Apparently, the girl was looking for a protection job. She said she was from the "Generican executive security firm" and was looking to pocket a bit of extra cash. It didn't take the men too long before they figured out that one was a lie, since it would've been pretty difficult for them to process the girl--given her unintimidating and small stature--as an employee of a security firm, of all places. No, as far as the men were concerned, they had all the help that they needed.

"Listen, girlie. Why don't you just go on home, alright? We don't need no 'Generican security' here. Now, scram." The younger man spoke up, one hand in his pocket as he walked up to the woman and moved to place his other hand on her shoulder in an effort to push her along. "Or are you sure you're not just a call girl...?"
Zelne
Ex-Joscorian world knight
General Populace
120 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Zelne has 12 posts. Offline. played by Glennard









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Alignment: Good

We believe that peace is hard-won, that sometimes it is necessary to fight for peace.

But more than that: We believe that justice is more important than peace. We believe in freedom from fear, in denying fear the power to influence our decisions. We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another. We believe in acknowledging fear and the extent to which it rules us.

We believe in facing that fear no matter what the cost to our comfort, our happiness, or even our sanity. We believe in shouting for those who can only whisper, in defending those who cannot defend themselves. We believe, not just in bold words but in bold deeds to match them.

We believe that pain and death are better than cowardice and inaction because We believe in action.

We do not believe in living comfortable lives. We do not believe that silence is useful. We do not believe in good manners. We do not believe in empty heads, empty mouths, or empty hands. We do not believe that learning to master violence encourages unnecessary violence. We do not believe that we should be allowed to stand idly by. We do not believe that any other virtue is more important than bravery.

Jan 12 2018, 06:05 PM Quote


Girlie, that was a new one.

The rudeness was, well that was to be expected. Her boss didn't expect much from her either, not until she proved her worth that is. But there was something... annoying, about having someone talk down to her. Especially nobodies like these. The hand was the final nail however as she looked up at him with a glare that could have stripped a layer off steel. "Is this how kids try to intimidate others? It needs work." There was a hint of sarcasm to her words and she looked unimpressed by the man's actions , her figure immobile against his attempts even as she grabbed hold of his wrist, clamped down like a vice before pulling his arm straight out of the socket with a loud pop and sent him on his way back to the other man with a sudden short range, but no less ineffective palm blow to his chest.

She didn't power up all that much mind you, just enough, but it felt cathartic in a way. "So I'll give you some advice, don't judge a book by it's cover. Cause that really annoys me."

Plan a was a bust, which meant it was time for plan b. What was plan b? Free for all race for Moore's head,as she took her sweet time retrieving her weapon. The weapon in question was a none to subtle glaive, from the bag slung across her shoulder. It resembled an ornate Chinese guandao mated atop an axe blade. The most notable thing was the blades tip curved and extended outward, terminating six inches out as a stiletto sharp spike.

All she needed now was a suit of armor and she'd look the part of a warrior. For now, she just looked like a woman with a weapon that looked entirely out of place in her hands.

Then she was on the other man, bringing the weapon down across his shoulder, crushing him to the ground hard enough to crack the pavement beneath his feet. No doubts about how dead he was as she cycled her power outwards with a soft shimmer, the faint outline of her titan shell appearing close to her body. No time to waste with the small fry as she stepped forward with a flourish of her blade; vanishing with a quick flash step into the building good and proper.

Looks like she was the first one here, which meant she got to entertain herself. "For that which you are about to receive, I am truly thankful."
Jericho
The Outcast
Capable of Varying Alignment!
28 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Jericho has 24 posts. Offline. played by MKULTRA









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Species: Kagzran

Occupation: Wandering Mercenary

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

"Sorry, but I've only got one life, and I don't plan to waste it on things like 'honor' or 'chivalry'."
Jan 24 2018, 03:22 PM Quote


Jericho rose an eyebrow at all of the things that were transpiring before him. The response that he got from the purple-headed woman wasn't the one that he was expecting at all, and he seemed visibly annoyed when she had the audacity to ask him if his crossbow "even did anything to anybody". Needless to say, the weapon most certainly "still did things" to people, and the one-eyed mercenary was just about to show the girl exactly what it could do when she up and...well, just up and vanished completely. Poof. Like some cheap magician's trick, she blinked out of existence with a puff of embers and ash, reappearing behind Jericho instantaneously as she continued to speak.

Well, at least he didn't have to wonder about where her attitude came from anymore.

It made sense, now that he thought about it. The girl's sickeningly nonchalant attitude in the face of Jericho's "interrogation" was obviously a by-product of the fact that she, like so many others he had encountered recently, was no ordinary human. In fact, it was possible that she wasn't human at all! Regardless, following the girl's teleportation, Jericho merely gave an annoyed sigh and sheathed his crossbow on his back, turning around to face the new nuisance as he listened to her talk about her "bad habits". Apparently, she was after Moorehead too, which was probably going to be a problem...and yet, at the same time, she didn't actually appear to see Jericho as a threat, which could have implied a number of different things...

Still, as annoying as she was, the girl was at least being civil. He didn't trust her, but he decided that he would at least offer her a response. Part of him still wanted to just unsheathe Leviathan and go to town on her, though.

"I am, yeah...and since you said 'too', I'll assume you're after the same target. If that's the case, then you should know that talking to your competition is gonna get you killed, lady." The man said, scoffing a bit as he walked past her and back out onto the sidewalk. He was half expecting her to continue to follow him, especially since she still hadn't actually told him why she was trailing him, but if she didn't then he wouldn't have cared much. Something was telling him that the competition had reached the hotel by now anyway, and he picked his pace up a bit in an effort to reach the hotel faster.

Hopefully he wouldn't have been too late to join in on the action!
Adessa Infernia
Hell's Janitor
General Populace
Twenty-Three YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Adessa Infernia has 34 posts. Offline. played by Culaco









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Species: Hell Guardian

Occupation: Guardian of Hell

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Jan 25 2018, 03:29 PM Quote


Adessa watched the man try to push past her, shaking her head with a giggle that was likely more unsettling than anything else, though she liked to think she sounded attractive even in this sort of state. Seriously though, how much of a buzzkill could one man be? Why couldn't her fellow sword aficionado just learn to chill out and take things easy? Heck, they could be friends and carve Henry up together, like splitting a turkey or something at thanksgiving! That was something that people did at thanksgiving, right? Split a turkey, not a businessman, that is.

"Get me killed? Nah, I doubt it. Hell would probably just spit me back up, fickle thing." She shrugged, moving to walk after the man as he started to walk away. She was totally ready to warp away from danger again, but she just really wanted to have fun playing with this guy's head a little bit more, or at the very least talking to him if he'd hold a somewhat decent conversation. Still, he had a point in one regard. Competition did exist and though she didn't need anything other than the man's soul, which she could get even after he'd been killed as long as she were close by, she couldn't afford to lag too far behind either.

So came the next stage of death, bargaining. Her favorite! Well, one of her favorites, at the very least. It was okay to have multiple favorites, right? "Look, we're both after that Henry dude, though only you want his physical body dead. I'm after the soul, you get me?" She flicked her fingers together, creating a very light spark of hellfire just to prove her point, the flames feeling unnatural and disgusting to anybody that wasn't herself. "So why not work together, eh? We get to carve through the opposition. You get the guy's head and ring, I get his soul, we both win!"

To her, it sounded like a win/win situation, though they did still need to find the guy either way. That would probably be the largest challenge of it all. She wasn't exactly a gifted tracker. "Plus, it saves us time. And you don't even have to give away a cut of the reward. Sounds good, right?"
Conway
Ghost Lotus Assassin
Capable of Varying Alignment!
31 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Conway has 26 posts. Offline. played by Cypher









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Species: Human

Occupation: Mercenary

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Jan 30 2018, 02:00 PM Quote


The tacos were good, the hockey was good, but the interruptions meant that it was time to get to work.

Just because the assassin was engrossed with the entertainment didn't mean that he was not aware of what was going on around the casino floor; he'd been doing this for too long for that to have been the case. And on the off chance that he was ignorant, his associates were more than enough to have things covered. So when someone started to get physical with some people on the floor, all of the Ghost Lotus went on high alert; those who could sense ki felt the flutter of energy spike, and those who couldn't just took notice of the sudden spike in loudness, along wit hthe swift movements of people attempting to leave their proximity to the scene.

Jacob moved away from the bar once his senses began to alert him of the confusion and he managed to catch sight of a woman effortlessly demolish some security personnel. No one who specifically worked for the casino based on their demeanor and attire, hired help more than likely.

That meant things were about to get active, and fast.

"Showtime," Conway said over his direct line with the other members of the Ghost lotus, "You know what to do." What to do entailed removing a magic seal from their person, created by a member of their organization, one that happened to be a magic user and one of the assassins that came with Conway. Once everyone displayed the seals in open air, they would create a low level field of magical energy, one that was undetectable, for the Ghost Lotus to use.

Conway and the others then went through a series of hand signs as they rolled their ki upward, and with a tuft of energy sparked by them powering up, they were collectively shunted into as pocket dimension. This process would only last a second at most, and when they returned, the lot of them were in full combat gear.It was an item that was meant to be used in an emergency, one such as the entire mission increasing in intensity before anyone would properly lay eyes on their target.

It was clear now that they were in a footrace, and thankfully the Ghost Lotus had multiple individuals on the mission.

Now in fighting form, Conway zipped away from the bar at superhuman speeds and shot toward the stairs; the elevators would be useless at this point.

"The plan hasn't changed. Once someone gets eyes on the target, everyone move into position." It was an easy command to make over the radio, but once the fighting started, everyone knew things would go to shit.

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That Which Drives The Plot!
Omnidirectional Narrative Puppet
YEARS OLD
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Feb 2 2018, 09:16 PM Quote


In a matter of mere seconds, what was supposed to be a standard protection job immediately--and violently--escalated into what could only really be described as a shit-show. Already, within moments of coming into contact with a strange, hooded individual, two of the mafia's men were down; one deader than a doorknob after being permanently united with the pavement beneath him, and the other so badly wounded that he may as well have been dead himself. They didn't even have a chance to draw their weapons on the woman before they were taken down, and now she was in the hotel, running rampant in an effort to look for Henry Moorehead.

But she wouldn't be going anywhere without a fight.

The two men out front may have been defeated easily, but they didn't represent the main body of the force inside of the Four Elements itself. All throughout the building were dozens if not hundreds of state-of-the-art security cameras, each one linked up through a centralized system in a security room that would allow one or more people to watch the goings-on in the hotel. Of course, now that the mafia were here, they were the ones in control of that very same system. Effectively, this meant that even if you were able to somehow sneak past the guards stationed outside of the building itself, there was still a damn good chance you'd be spotted once you made your way into the hotel proper. Say what you wanted about the Tunisian Mob, but you couldn't deny that they were efficient.

So, once Zelne made it through the front of the hotel, she only would've been able to run rampant for so long before a group of 7 men would have arrived in an attempt to stop her in her tracks, effectively blocking her way forward as they all brandished their pistols and opened fire on her. Of course, once they did this, everyone on the first floor practically burst out into a panic as both men and women ran this way and that, scrambling to find cover and protect themselves from what they likely perceived to be an onslaught of bullets all aimed at them.

Unfortunately, she wasn't the only intruder in the hotel.

Shortly after the hooded woman had made her initial appearance, a group of other individuals were spotted entering the hotel via the rear entrance, with one of them heading towards the stairs in an obvious attempt at subtlety. Unlike the aforementioned girl, these men seemed like professionals and were armed as such, and so they too would need to be dealt with. Using their cameras to spot their movements, men from the mafia were instructed to intercept the armed assailants by setting up blockades like they had done with Zelne.

As for the one making his way towards the stairs, upon entering the stairwell, he would've been greeted with a hail of bullets coming down from men stationed on the flights of stairs above him.

Although hastily assembled, the mob's initial defenses had been set. They still didn't fully know who they were actually dealing with, but the men of the Tunisian Mafia tended to pride themselves on their adaptability. If things got that much worse, then they'd step their game up in kind.

Jericho
The Outcast
Capable of Varying Alignment!
28 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Jericho has 24 posts. Offline. played by MKULTRA









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Species: Kagzran

Occupation: Wandering Mercenary

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

"Sorry, but I've only got one life, and I don't plan to waste it on things like 'honor' or 'chivalry'."
Feb 3 2018, 03:09 PM Quote


The girl had, indeed, decided to follow him.

It was strange though. Apparently, the purple-headed annoyance wasn't actually after the same thing that everyone else was--Moorehead's ring--rather, she was after his...soul? It didn't make much sense at first thought, but given the woman's currently-displayed abilities and her nonchalant attitude about "hell", she might not have been lying about her disinterest in the ring. Truth be told, Jericho didn't fully understand what this chick was talking about, and part of him didn't want to either, but there were enough oddballs on Eden to make what she was saying plausible. Still, he'd ere on the side of caution on this one.

She had proposed an alliance, on the grounds that they were after the same guy anyway, not to mention the fact that the reward wouldn't even need to be split. The one-eyed mercenary figured it'd be best to give her an answer now, and to set some expectations while he was at it.

"Alright. If what you're saying is true, and you're only after this guys 'soul' or whatever, then I'll work with you. It's one less person that I've gotta watch out for, at least; but don't expect me to hold your hand or anything. If you fall behind, then that's your problem, not mine." The former Kagzran said, narrowing his eye as he met the girl's. "And if, by some chance, this is all a ruse and you're planning to backstab me, then you'd best not expect to get out of this alive. At that point, I can guarantee that you won't."

With a final warning shot towards the woman's way, Jericho turned his head forward once again and then broke out into a quick dash, his cloak fluttering behind him as he did so. "Now, let's hurry on. No telling what's been happening at the hotel while we've been dawdling here."

Now, once the merc arrived at the Four Elements and the sound of gunshots began to fill his ears, he certainly became aware of just how much had happened since he had spoken to the woman. Still, this was no time to worry about the past. It was time to jump straight into the frying pan!

And jump Jericho did.

While the sounds of chaos were still coming from inside of the hotel, Jericho decided to forgo entering either the front or the rear entrance of the building, and instead opted to taking a running start towards the Four Elements itself, one hand on the hilt of his greatsword as he continued his sprint. Once he had gotten close enough, the mercenary then forcefully planted his right foot into the pavement beneath him, the concrete cracking and spiking up under the pressure as the man launched himself high into the air and crashed through the window of a third-floor suite. Upon entering the room, the man came to a rolling halt and immediately bashed his way through the door and into the hallway.

The one-eyed merc knew where he would be looking: the top floor suites. Rich, self-absorbed types tended to occupy those rooms whenever they had the chance, and seeing as how this guy was going to be such a high-profile resident, it only would've been natural for the hotel to offer him their best room, to say nothing of the fact that his company actually built this place. Granted, this was all just a theory at this point, but it's what Jericho thought, and it was what he'd act on.

Unless the girl had a better plan.

Either way, after wiping the glass off of his form, the mercenary was greeted by three pistol-wielding men in black suits. It looked like they had come to investigate the noise that they had heard. Unfortunately for them, they were met with none other than Jericho and his mighty blade, which, with little more than a simple motion, annihilated the aforementioned goons before they could even pop off a shot.

So far, none of the "competition" seemed to have been occupying the third floor. It was best to find the stairs now and begin the climb to the top floor, though there was no telling what Jericho would encounter from here on out.
Zelne
Ex-Joscorian world knight
General Populace
120 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Zelne has 12 posts. Offline. played by Glennard









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Alignment: Good

We believe that peace is hard-won, that sometimes it is necessary to fight for peace.

But more than that: We believe that justice is more important than peace. We believe in freedom from fear, in denying fear the power to influence our decisions. We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another. We believe in acknowledging fear and the extent to which it rules us.

We believe in facing that fear no matter what the cost to our comfort, our happiness, or even our sanity. We believe in shouting for those who can only whisper, in defending those who cannot defend themselves. We believe, not just in bold words but in bold deeds to match them.

We believe that pain and death are better than cowardice and inaction because We believe in action.

We do not believe in living comfortable lives. We do not believe that silence is useful. We do not believe in good manners. We do not believe in empty heads, empty mouths, or empty hands. We do not believe that learning to master violence encourages unnecessary violence. We do not believe that we should be allowed to stand idly by. We do not believe that any other virtue is more important than bravery.

Feb 3 2018, 04:23 PM Quote


Gonna need a lot more than that to even think of slowing me down.

The woman exhaled softly, the very motion lackadaisical as she spun her weapon to bare and let them have their one and only free hit, the woman standing at attention through the hailstorm of lead projectiles that bounced and shattered against her barrier in an expression of futility that kicked up more dust from errant ricochets than any actual lasting harm. And against people with peashooters? It was really no contest on how this was going to play out. She was in a hurry after all, bigger fish to fry and that.

Then the woman vanished and someone's head popped clean off their body in a spray of crimson. Then another and another, as the lobby exploded into a full blown panic at the sudden explosion of carnage that got the woman her eponymous nickname of crimson calamity as she moved about like greased lightning and no one could get a proper eye on her as the fourth goon's head slid from his neck in a squelch of gore.

But the camera's had the story all locked down in slow motion, showing frame by frame that Zelne almost seemed to be flying about the room, ricocheting this way and that until her blade came to rest in a fifth man's neck. The woman standing between the remaining gunmen with a crane of her neck, a cock of the brow as she whirred back into motion the second one of them clued into where she was residing, the butt of her staff crashing into a goons neck with such a tremendous amount of force that the impact flipped him Topsy turvy, body flailing in a comical manner for the camera, his neck bent just so that it was pretty damn clear his neck was broken. The second man had his legs knocked out from under him as she spun back around, blade dipping down and around in a clockwise manner before she drove it through his chest with an elegant flourish and a flick of her head towards the camera with a somewhat placated, almost wistful grin on her face as she all at once, even with the slow motion, vanished with a flash step.

She had to find the security room, find that and she had eyes on the whole hotel. And having eyes all over the hotel, meant finding moore a lot quicker as she headed for what sounded like a live combat situation, her glaive trailing behind her as she poured, no, hammered energy into it, an aura of pale grey-blue skulls suffusing itself along the weapon as it began to radiate and crackle from it's surface with tangibly dreadful power.

It seemed she was forgoing subtly as she skidded towards the door, brought her weapon back and swung it downwards with a grunt as she discharged an arcing wave of gunsmoke grey power outward in a surge that tore it's way into the stairs like a tsunami of focused destruction. The damage stretching out in front of her for a good six meters, in addition to removing two flights of stairs and a good possible chunk of the alleyway out back. In short, it looked like a wrecking ball had been taken to the place as she got ready to ascend and meet the surviving mobsters head on.

"Alright. Security room. Let's go."
Conway
Ghost Lotus Assassin
Capable of Varying Alignment!
31 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Conway has 26 posts. Offline. played by Cypher









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Species: Human

Occupation: Mercenary

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Feb 20 2018, 03:06 AM Quote


The Four Elements hotel quickly became a warzone within short order.

On the upper levels of the extravagant hotel and casino, there was an extensive and elaborate shootout between a multitude of factions; assault rifle rounds peppering any and everything within their path. Conway knew this because of the information being fed to him via his com-link. The other Ghost Lotus members encountered some resistance in the form of the Tunsian mob moments after they geared up and went to look for their target, resulting in the two sides hunkering down in an open pathway and opening fire on each other.

It would've been a relatively simple and easily managed firefight had it not been for the arrival of some other rivals; The Blue Bowtie Battalion.

The name of the outfit was comical, and by and large, the BBB were relatively small fry in the grand scheme of things with organizations like the Lotus Ghosts of Warshaw, the Tunisian Mafia, and others attracting the most international attention among those who actually knew they existed. The Blue Bowties, aside from attacking malls and shopping centers in Ureldas and Ellium, never attempted things like this, to his knowledge.

Either this hit was farther reaching than Conway anticipated --which meant someone was really desperate for Moorehead to be offed-- or that these low ranking terrorists somehow caught wind of the hit and were desperate for the money and notoriety that would come from a successful mission. The chances of them pulling such a thing off were slim, but the assassin had to commend them for their effort.

And as low tier as they were, their arrival still meant that Conway's team had twice as many people shooting at them as before, which meant that they were at least six times as likely to be killed as a result. He had to get upstairs, and fast.

"I'm in the stairwell; expected ETA is roughly twenty-seven seconds. Annaheim, how close are you?"

"Roughly forty seconds," the woman announced via her com-link, "Hit a snag, nothing I can't handle."

"See you the---" Conway was cut off as his senses piqued; his body twisted mid-leap to see a fluttering of of an explosion that washed over everything in its way.

Half of an eye blink later, it washed over him.

A full blink later, the wave subsided, and the assassin rested against the remnants of some stair railing, his left arm outstretched with his energy shield activated. Immediately after, the man activated his communication device once more.

"Change of plans, Annaheim, finish up; I've encountered a delay."

The sudden spike of ki emanating from the building would not have gone unnoticed by any of the occupants who could sense the energy source as both Conway powered up, as well as his associate on the other end of the line.

In regards to his armored attacker, Conway didn't say a word to her, and simply dropped a grenade.

A grenade embued with his own power. The resulting explosion was bound to be gnarly.

Conway jumped further up as to not be caught in it.



Adessa Infernia
Hell's Janitor
General Populace
Twenty-Three YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Adessa Infernia has 34 posts. Offline. played by Culaco









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Species: Hell Guardian

Occupation: Guardian of Hell

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Feb 22 2018, 07:45 AM Quote


"Tch, you think I'm too scared to stab you in the front? Don't be so full of yourself boy. I'm working with you out of the goodness of my heart, don't go picking fights with forces you don't understand." With that said, she vanished in a puff of ash and embers, making her own way towards the hotel that the target was based in. She was working with this guy, that much was confirmed, but she sure as hell wasn't going to hold his hand through it all, as she was certain the feeling was just as mutual as she wanted it to be.

Still, she had her own idea of how to make sure they got the target. She warped away, climbing higher and higher, until she warped onto the roof of the building in question, eyes glowing orange as flames burst into life around her and consumed the roof of the building in seconds. A stamp of the foot later, and she fell onto the top floor, spreading her flames slowly across that floor as well. Her own plan was rather simple and effective in its own right. Burn the target out, or burn him to ashes, either was he wasn't going to be able to escape without running down into more assassins. Either way, she would end up with his soul.

Still, unlike many people, she had absolutely no concern with collateral damages, pointing a wordless cero at each room and blasting them all, though she found nothing in any of them, aside from burning corpses of who could only be nameless mooks. A shame, but oh well, they knew what they were signing up for with a job like this, probably.

She sighed, her foot slamming into the floor again and plunging her onto the floor below, where she started to spread her fire once more. Certainly by now, anybody on the outside would see the hotel being slowly engulfed in flames from the top downwards. Oh well, she didn't owe anybody anything. She grinned, coming face to face with a figure in a mask, though she couldn't recognize any sort of emblem on them.

The figure spotted her and skulked away, pulling out a silenced pistol and firing a shot at her, though her flames melted the bullet before it could reach. With a gesture of her right hand, a pronged chain burst through the wall and wrapped around the masked figure, before flames danced across the chain and slowly reduced the assassin to ash. How sad.

Now, all that was left was to continue burning the guy out of hiding, one floor at a time.
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That Which Drives The Plot!
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YEARS OLD
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Feb 25 2018, 06:55 PM Quote


As far as the Tunisian Mob was concerned, everything was falling straight to hell.

Multiple casualties had been sustained on numerous floors all throughout the hotel, with the dead and dying beginning to quickly outnumber those who were still able to pick up a gun and fight. Of course, the stress of the situation was only compounded by the fact that the mafia members had just now begun to figure out that they weren't dealing with "normal people" anymore, but were instead trying to fight against men and woman who'd had all of their abilities amplified well-beyond human limitations.

Well, excluding the Blue Bowtie Battalion, who showed up late to the party.

Either way, no matter how you sliced it, one thing was for sure: the Tunisian Mafia was losing, and badly. Once you were in the mob, the first thing you learned was that failure was not an option, no matter what sort of job it was. The men currently defending Moorehead knew from the start that if any of them tried to run away from this job, then it would have been seen by the leaders of the mafia as a "resignation" of sorts...but once you were in the family, you couldn't just leave it.

So, to all the men currently defending Moorehead, the choices seemed rather scarce: you either died trying to defend the man, or you'd have an "accident" a few days after running from the hotel. With those options being the only ones available to them, the mobsters decided to keep up the fight, and hope that they might be able to somehow win this seemingly hopeless battle.

In order to win, though, they would need to strategize.

The arrival of the Blue Bowtie Battalion, while entirely unexpected, was not entirely unpleasant. They were a nuisance, that was for sure, but they would still be useful in holding the mercenaries and assassins at bay while simultaneously freeing up the mob members themselves. So, once the Bowties showed up and started firing, any members caught up in a firefight between the group and the super-powered intruders were told to pull back and regroup with their other comrades, while the Battalion was left to fight it out with the other assailants.

This effectively allowed the mafia members a chance to catch their breaths and properly evaluate the situation, despite the chaos unfolding around them. Still, it was clear that they'd all have their work cut out for them by the time this was all done; but they at least had one clear advantage: their cameras. Once everyone who was able to pull themselves away from the fighting had done so, they were relayed orders on what to do next: take the fight to those who had not come into contact with the Bowties.

To that end, the cameras were used to their fullest extent. Judging by the way that things had looked just prior to them going offline, the cameras in the stairwell showed two of the intruders beginning to fight, so for the moment, they didn't need any further attention on them; after all, it was best to let them kill each other, rather than waste more lives trying to fruitlessly get in their way. No, the ones who needed to be taken care of were the man with the giant sword and the woman currently burning holes through the hotel.

And by all means, within a few minutes, both individuals would have found themselves surrounded by a group of of Tunisian Mobsters, each one armed with a high-calibur gun, unless they took action quickly. Pistols weren't going to work on these men anymore, so it was time to increase the firepower. Of course, when it came to the purple-haired girl, seeing as how the floors she occupied were currently on fire, the sprinklers had to be turned on in an effort to combat the flames before anyone could get to her. As a result, she likely would've had a bit more time to prepare.

And yet, as all of this had begun to transpire, anyone with the ability to hack into communications would've been able to overhear a transmission--likely originating from the still-hidden security room--asking for outside help in the form of "The Hawk"...
Jericho
The Outcast
Capable of Varying Alignment!
28 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Jericho has 24 posts. Offline. played by MKULTRA









Character Information

Species: Kagzran

Occupation: Wandering Mercenary

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

"Sorry, but I've only got one life, and I don't plan to waste it on things like 'honor' or 'chivalry'."
Feb 25 2018, 10:31 PM Quote


"Ugh, here we go again."

That was really the only thing that Jericho could think as he stood in front of the third-floor elevator, a frown upon his face as he saw that it was in the process of moving from one of the higher levels down to where he currently was. Given the racket that he was hearing on both the floors above and below him, it was unlikely that any civilians would be taking the elevator, least of all to the third floor.

At this point, the mercenary had begun to rethink his decision to forego the stairs for the elevator, but after recalling the explosions he had heard coming from the stairwell? No...no, he decided that taking the elevator was likely the best way to get to where he wanted to go in the quickest amount of time, but it seemed that even this route would prove to be problematic for him. Well, whatever; in the end, it would just mean fewer problems for him overall, right?

Right.

So, with that in mind, Jericho took a few paces back from the elevator doors and planted his sword in the ground, folding his arms up and leaning against it as he casually awaited the arrival of the Tunisian forces. Sure enough, after a few quiet moments the elevator doors opened and a hail of gunfire immediately spewed forth, with Jericho barely having even a chance to move out of the way before the men inside began shooting. Clearly, they knew that he would be here, likely due to some surveillance system, though it didn't make things any less annoying for him once those bullets pelted him.

Although the man was able to roll out of the direct line of fire before the shooting started, he was still struck in the arms and legs by a few stray bullets and, surprisingly enough, they were enough to at least puncture his skin. Of course, once his Rage started doing its thing, the bullets merely popped out of him and fell to the ground, but it was still something to keep in mind. It might not have been a good idea to underestimate these guys, but that was beside the point. These goons had to be dealt with, and then, perhaps, Jericho could move on to a few more pertinent things. Before the mobsters even would have had a chance to reload their guns, Jericho dove back onto the scene and retrieved his sword, turning his sights onto the men now as he planted his foot into the ground and launched himself towards them.

Unfortunately for the men, the elevator door had begun to close just before Jericho lurched into the confined space with them, meaning that once it had been sealed shut, they were effectively trapped there. Once those doors slammed shut, there was a great deal of screaming and gunfire that could be heard through the metal panels, though it all subsided after a little while. Once it was finished, there were about five unrecognizable corpses, a layer of bullet casings, and gore all over the elevator floor. As for Jericho himself? He was covered head to toe in blood, so much so that his hair even seemed to have been a bit drenched with it.

Yet, as the mercenary stood there, surrounded by liquid crimson and death, something strange had begun to happen...he could hear alarm bells, followed by two power signatures surging at both the top and the bottom of the hotel! The alarm had to have been a fire alarm, and he knew that at least one of the power signatures had to have belonged to whoever was in the stairwell earlier...but that one on the top? That one was a mystery.

A mystery that needed to be solved. And eliminated.

With his mind set on an action plan, Jericho looked up at the ceiling of the elevator and then spotted the escape hatch, punching it open as he climbed out and found himself in the elevator shaft. Good. If he had taken the elevator up to that new power signature, then they would've known that he was coming...but, granted, if they could sense ki, then they would have known it anyway. At the very least, he could hinder their preparation time, right?

So, after he sheathed his greatsword, the former Kagzran pulled out his crossbow and began to infuse it with his energy, aiming at the suspension cord on the top of the elevator as he fired off a bolt and severed it. The elevator itself dropped like a stone once he had done this, with the gore-filled compartment violently and noisily scrapping against the side of the shaft as it descended towards the lobby, impacting with explosive force once it had done so. Needless to say, the eardrum-shattering sound that this crashing had just caused would've been loud enough for just about everyone in the hotel to hear it to some extent. But, in all honesty, that wasn't Jericho's concern right now.

Once the elevator had dropped, the mercenary quickly grabbed onto the cord and found himself being pulled rapidly up the elevator shaft; though, once he had gotten to the floor where he had felt the energy signature from earlier, the man let go of the severed line and pressed his feet up against the walls of the tunnel, using them as a springboard of sorts as he launched himself forward and crashed through the elevator doors. Once he had made it properly onto the floor, Jericho came to a rolling halt and then quickly stood up, the blood-soaked warrior grinning as he gripped the hilt of Leviathan and prepared to draw it.

He didn't recognize the woman who stood before him, but he didn't really need to, did he? Not to do what was about to do, anyway.

"Hi there."
Zelne
Ex-Joscorian world knight
General Populace
120 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Zelne has 12 posts. Offline. played by Glennard









Character Information

Species:

Occupation:

Alignment: Good

We believe that peace is hard-won, that sometimes it is necessary to fight for peace.

But more than that: We believe that justice is more important than peace. We believe in freedom from fear, in denying fear the power to influence our decisions. We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another. We believe in acknowledging fear and the extent to which it rules us.

We believe in facing that fear no matter what the cost to our comfort, our happiness, or even our sanity. We believe in shouting for those who can only whisper, in defending those who cannot defend themselves. We believe, not just in bold words but in bold deeds to match them.

We believe that pain and death are better than cowardice and inaction because We believe in action.

We do not believe in living comfortable lives. We do not believe that silence is useful. We do not believe in good manners. We do not believe in empty heads, empty mouths, or empty hands. We do not believe that learning to master violence encourages unnecessary violence. We do not believe that we should be allowed to stand idly by. We do not believe that any other virtue is more important than bravery.

Mar 3 2018, 04:40 PM Quote


This was like a home away from home.

The thrill of battle, the carnage and screams. Oh, it made the petite woman bounce on her heels out of glee; igniting the fire in her heart and soul. Not just because the place was steadily becoming more and more of a target rich environment as long as the civilians piled out and people gunning for moore flooded in. But, because frankly she could feel the tingle of power radiating off numerous others. Strong people like her, not friends; but foes.

She was absolutely glad, elated even that she took up the contract because that meant she could fight and enjoy it.

She could actually enjoy herself for once and cut loose a little.

Her first target was the armored man standing before her and while yes, she could feel everyone else around her. He was the slight odd duck out; and since he had taken her hit without so much as getting a scratch, that meant he was strong.

That meant he was definitely a cut above the rest.

So she gave pause and focused. It was a few short passing seconds, but anyone actively feeling it out would have felt the hoodie wearing woman's power surge suddenly, growing suddenly as ethereal limbs wrapped around her own.

"Rank one"


Which meant ultimately, she couldn't stand to hold back either.

Then she was right back on his heels, the edge of her glaive slicing it's way through the grenade he so lovingly dropped for her.

Then she was on top of him, rebounding off the walls and remainder of the stairs, the shaft of her runeglaive slicing through the air for his legs.

"Come on skully. Play with me for a bit."


Zelne wasn't too keen on letting conway get away that easily. Not without a fight.
Conway
Ghost Lotus Assassin
Capable of Varying Alignment!
31 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Conway has 26 posts. Offline. played by Cypher









Character Information

Species: Human

Occupation: Mercenary

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Mar 5 2018, 07:23 PM Quote


"Change of plans, Annaheim, finish up; I've encountered a delay."

It was a single sentence of a basic command from tonight's team leader; cease holding back and get things done. Beneath the armored balaclava that she wore, the Ghost Lotus who went by the codename Annaheim went into a cartwheel as she dodged a volley of gunfire; gunfire mere seconds ago, she had an issue trying to avoid.

She only had an issue because she kept herself at a sub-base level of power; like Conway, she didn't utilize ki when she didn't need to. It was a method to maintain her stamina by preventing her from wasting her power. The downside of it was that she maintained basic human levels of strength and durability. The moment she stopped holding back --something that was far less dramatic for her than it was Conway-- the gunfire was side stepped with ease.

And then she pulled her knife from its sheathe along the base of her spine.

And then she disappeared.

It was a insignificant amount of power that she used, but it was more than enough to make her nothing more than a blur to the gunmen that fired upon her. The only thing they had to detect her presence were the footsteps along the floors and walls as she pounced, and the sudden spurts of blood as their comrades were stabbed before they could even recognize what happened. In time, Annaheim's steps were masked by screams and gunshots as people panicked and attempted to flee.

Then those were masked by a sudden flash of lavender and an explosion.

Unlike Conway, Annaheim didn't need weapons to focus her ki through; hands were good enough for her.

From the side rooms, she could hear that some guards and other competing assassins battling it out, some of which may have even come up with an idea to come after her, but the Ghost Lotus's attention shifted elsewhere as her senses told her to turn toward the elevator doors.

And within seconds, a man emerged, toting a ridiculously large sword. Beneath her mask, Annaheim smirked. This was going to take awhile.

"Hit another snag. This one might take longer." Lavender ki began to crackle and pop around the woman as her aura flared to life, her power rising rapidly and significantly as she dropped her knife. Inside of the knife hitting the floor, it seemingly evaporated in a white light as the woman signaled with her left hand out in the open. As she reached behind her back with her right, there was another fluttering of white light as she summoned another weapon; her main weapon. A few light twirls of the bladed weapon later, Annaheim let off another ki blast.

And then she pursued her blast and her current target.


Conway, on the other hand, looked on with casual disdain as the woman below cleaved through his grenade with effortless ease, bypassing the ensuing explosion of ki and gunpowder along the way. The assassin didn't give off any sort of physical reaction to the feat of skill and power; instead, he remained where he was, latched on to the guard railing of the stairwell some floors above not only where the woman was, but the rapidly rising plume of dust and debris.

And as she began to bound up the walls and stairs with the same amount of effort she used to cut through the explosive device, the Ghost Lotus member began to take stock of his surroundings, glancing at any and everything that would provide and offensive and defensive advantage.

Had he been a normal individual, something like that surely would've been a significant waste of time; time that could've been used attempting to dodge what was sure to be an incoming attack and prepping for a counterattack. Conway had plenty of enough time for that, he just needed to figure out his method of putting those things into practice. So, when the woman and her weapon came flying toward him, with the aim to cut his legs out from under him, the man from Ezio was already putting in some work.

The base of Conway's left heel was used to block the strike and provide the man with some footing in order to flip away from the attacking woman. After all, he straddled the outside of the railing with one arm to support his weight; there really wasn't much leverage to perform such a feat on his own. And once the masked man was airborne, his feet tapped a nearby wall, which was then used as a springboard.

The force of the return flight was more than enough to fracture the concrete siding in a four foot diameter as the assassin lunged toward the woman wielding the glaive; the yellow-orange hard-light energy of his bracer induced shield held out directly in front of him as he soared through the air and closed the gap.

It was one of Captain Generica's trademark fighting techniques; a flying shield bash. Conway had been on the receiving end of the move several times in his life; he never liked it.

He was sure that this woman wouldn't, either.



Zelne
Ex-Joscorian world knight
General Populace
120 YEARS OLD
App Plotter Tracker Zelne has 12 posts. Offline. played by Glennard









Character Information

Species:

Occupation:

Alignment: Good

We believe that peace is hard-won, that sometimes it is necessary to fight for peace.

But more than that: We believe that justice is more important than peace. We believe in freedom from fear, in denying fear the power to influence our decisions. We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another. We believe in acknowledging fear and the extent to which it rules us.

We believe in facing that fear no matter what the cost to our comfort, our happiness, or even our sanity. We believe in shouting for those who can only whisper, in defending those who cannot defend themselves. We believe, not just in bold words but in bold deeds to match them.

We believe that pain and death are better than cowardice and inaction because We believe in action.

We do not believe in living comfortable lives. We do not believe that silence is useful. We do not believe in good manners. We do not believe in empty heads, empty mouths, or empty hands. We do not believe that learning to master violence encourages unnecessary violence. We do not believe that we should be allowed to stand idly by. We do not believe that any other virtue is more important than bravery.

Mar 6 2018, 08:38 PM Quote


She could tell this was going to be a good work out. She didn't need her ability to sense power to tell how good he was, that he was strong. She just felt it.

Eighty years of combat experience and harsh training did that to some people.

But now wasn't the time to be wistful, despite the smile on her face telling an entirely different story. For now, she had a fight on her hands as blood began to simmer in anticipation and fingers went white knuckled across the shaft of her glaive. But she maintained a cool composure; relaxed and loose, worry free as she met his charge with one of her own, body pushing off against the very air itself.

Then she angled herself ever so slightly, waited until she got close enough that the glow of energy washed out the grey of her hoodie.

Then she stuck out her tongue and vanished almost completely from sight.

The woman changed direction again as she thrust her left leg out and kicked off the air then stamped back down again to propel herself forward and past Conway with short controlled bursts of ki. With her course plotted out; Zelne slammed on the breaks pushed herself into a seated position, legs stretched out in front of her, and surged ki to her feet again. Her legs folding a little, the muscles tensing up like coiled steel springs and then came the subtle boom.

The petite brawler shot back like a bullet. Body twisting mid air like an Olympic swimmer half-way through a lap in the pool, the weighted steel sphere at the not-so-lethal end of her glaive aiming to drive itself into the man's back like a shot from a cannon, her body smoldering with waves of gun-smoke grey like a heat mirage. One that took on the appearance of a skeleton in a shroud.

Even as she fired a ki blast from her free hand.

But not at him persay. Rather, she was aiming for the wall nearest him. The intent behind that was...obvious, to say the least. Take away his foot holds and catch him in a spray of concrete and rebar that would no doubt be ejected from the wall violently.

This was a fight. Not a duel. So fair play was obviously out the window. Besides, she wanted to see what kind of action he'd take once he started to realize she was going to start tearing up his foot holds until the stairway was nothing short of being a completely decommissioned shadow of it's former self.

Which meant she was putting up something of a time limit. Even as her hand shot across the way and put another hole in the building with a burst of blue-grey energy.

Tick tock

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