The cries of a city... Hundreds of people divided - a large upper class, a very small middle class, and a large lower class make for some very diverse trouble. Most of which hurts the poor and the working class, but seems to hardly touch the upper class. Even when they take a blow. Which side will you be on? The ones trying to even the playing field for the three classes? The one trying to stop these so-called do-gooders? A vigilante, a villain, a mercenary, or one of these heroes that just doesn't seem to have a place? Or maybe... You're a civilian caught in the fray.
The Setting: Rivek City is a place full of trouble. Villainous types everywhere you look. Division of upper and lower class
Vigilantes are sometimes right around the corner. Sometimes they aren't. Sometimes, you could find you are an unexpected hero.
Some details: So... this is kind of a super-hero type of story. But keep it kind of low key. No mega powers or anything, just small stuff. No godmodding. Gadgets are welcome as long as they are practical and not overdone.
You're welcome to play as most anything... Just keep it so that it fits is all I ask.
Abide by RMW rules!
Have fun.
P.S. If this is too vague, feel free to ask any questions you may have... ^^';
Her blonde hair fell down her back from its high ponytail. Her mouth was covered by the scarf she wore and her eyes by the tinted aviary goggles. Her bangs came down on either side of her face. She wore a black coat. Her pants were also black. She pulled at her gloves, making sure they were securely in place. She tightened her fist. It was time to get the job done. Just a few machines. Maybe that would make the statement. Maybe that would be all these people needed to realize that they couldn't keep firing people. It was only making things worse. It had only made her life worse.
And now she was all that was left. This mysterious girl who no one knew. She felt it. that darkness in her heart and breathed. Another night, more work to be done.
With that last thought, she climbed onto the motorcycle-old but by no means slow, and started off. Her first target of the night: The factory of Mr. Peter E. Brenson. He had recently bought yet another machine to automate his workflow... She would be surprised if there was place for even one human worker by the end of the year. She smiled faintly beneath the scarf. She wondered if anyone would recognize her, after all, as a child, she had been their quite often.
This district of the city was home to almost nothing but factories. There would be very few people here. But she was certain that she would run into some kind of trouble.
((Actually, developing this char as I go... ^^'; ))
Post by Jay Kitten on May 27, 2011 20:26:32 GMT -8
Sirens blared loudly, rang through the otherwise near silent city as the rain fell to the beat of footsteps. Thump, thump, thump. Greater in number than who was fifteen feet ahead of them. The police were chasing, or rather losing, a suspect. Wanted for the murder of two middle-aged women, they had tracked him this far and they weren't willing to give up. They just wish they had a description of who they were after. Instead, they were simply told it could be anyone.
Their target was a male, Caucasian, in his early twenties. Brown hair, blue eyes. He was the only person who currently knew he hadn't committed any crime. But who would believe a freak like him? Well, he certainly did, and he was determined to evade these silly police. His heartbeat fell in time with his footsteps as he fled down a dripping alleyway, and finally ducked into a building when he saw his chance.
The rain didn't touch him here. It was quiet, and damp, cold. Unforgiving. Cement cornered him wherever he turned. It was some kind of industrial building, he didn't know what for. Whatever they did here, he was sure he wouldn't WANT to know. A black cat meowed from the shadows. He turned his head quickly, whipping wet locks of hair over his own face, flinging droplets onto the otherwise-dry flooring. He had been startled, but he smiled mischievously. He crept closer to the animal, who didn't seem to mind.
"Hello there, buddy. Come out and say hi," he said, his voice clear, distinctly male. The cat moved closer, out of the shades he had crept through, and rubbed her cheek against the side of his hand. He smiled softly now and ran his fingers between her ears. Beautiful creatures, cats were. It was a good thing he found one.
Slowly, black fur began to sprout from his shoulders, seemingly through his shirt. His skin seemed almost to fall away as he underwent a brief convulsion, doubling over and clasping his stomach. His face raised, just as half of it sprouted into the same fur, his pupil dilating before elongating into a slit. The rest of his body followed, his clothing forming a thick coat of fur around his changed body. He licked his paw, and meowed softly to the other cat. Confused by this, it hissed and sprung away from him quickly. He mentally smiled, and trotted out of the building, back into the rain. Leaping through the night, he made his escape.
Tiger Cirryyth of Weyrharper V'ridian Black Sunristh of Weyrling A'kai Blood Zojiroth of Candidate Master Moraiya Lavender and her fading Starlight Fayzeth Elraishsa of the Wild Rowensae and Pscittasch Lylore the Strange Oldbies: R'nos, Felora, K'cin, S'nire(deceased)
It was about time. She could see the building looming up ahead. She stopped short as she heard the sirens and commotion. It was loud enough. She gritted her teeth. Some poor fool had gotten himself caught, it would seem. But, then again, the building wasn't the one with sirens blaring.
She started off again, this time faster. Whoever it was, it seemed her target and objective had changed. Rain hit her helmet hard, but she remained focused on her target. The night was yet young. Perhaps she would have time to accomplish both tasks.
The bike she road was not that of a lower class-citizen. It was older, yes, but expensive and was well maintained. It was something of what would be considered a collectible anymore. The woman riding, as well, had more than enough of her share of secrets. One being her own identity. The other being the "strange-ness about her."
She came closer and closer. Little did she realize that she had just passed the perimeter of the cameras as she headed towards the commotion ahead of her. And little did she know who was watching those cameras.
She passed her first target by and kept going, moving swiftly and baring down on what was going on. She was taking a huge risk, but something was going on and she would not allow it to slip through her fingers.
The black cat strutted down the alley of the nearest building, in the opposite direction of the shapeshifter. He went, instead, a few buildings down the row, finding himself what appeared to be a non-abandoned factory, getting inside there would be much more beneficial than an abandoned place, as the locks on the other building helped keep people out.
He noticed a security camera, and since he was simply a cat, he bounded passed it, and around a corner. Finding a small spot where there was no surveillance, he rubbed up against the wall. His feline body melded with the wall, and he slowly slipped through it, reforming on the other side. Apparently this man had many talents. On the inside of the structure, he looked around, before carelessly heading down a hallway.
He hadn't thought that if the person watching the cameras was alert, they would have noticed the cat first outside, and then inside the building. He just figured nobody would think the cat out of the ordinary. And for now he was safe from his pursuers. Wondering to himself, he slipped around the machines and the various objects strewn about the factory, just letting himself blend with the shadows around each corner he took. He was getting hungry.
Tiger Cirryyth of Weyrharper V'ridian Black Sunristh of Weyrling A'kai Blood Zojiroth of Candidate Master Moraiya Lavender and her fading Starlight Fayzeth Elraishsa of the Wild Rowensae and Pscittasch Lylore the Strange Oldbies: R'nos, Felora, K'cin, S'nire(deceased)
The girl kept moving towards the commotion. Something told her she was going to probably regret this when it was all said and done. She did, after all, have a job to be doing. One that wasn't being carried out every moment she wasted showing her interest in something else. But, the honest truth was, that if she were to try to pull the job while they were still around, there would, undoubtedly be further trouble due to those who were involved in this commotion. It really didn't matter. It would have to be dealt with in order for anything to be accomplished and she would just have to face facts that the job might not be accomplished tonight.
She kept going for a little longer before pulling to a stop... and waiting for a moment. Waiting to see exactly what would happen. If these fools did not soon leave the area... She had only two choices. She wanted the job done tonight, but she had to debate if that was a risk she was willing to take.
She breathed in a deep breath and dismounted the bike, once more pulling the gloves on a little tighter and flexing her hands as she prepared for whatever might happen next. It was always so unknown, always something that you simply had no way of telling. That was part of life. That was life. Life was uncertainty. And... That was what she was. An uncertainty.
From the shadows, a rather peculiar young man stepped. He was close to where she stood. How had he gotten so close? No one really could tell. He knew. It wasn't really that difficult. It was a simple thing, really. He had, indeed, been their most of the day. He just had a particular little ability that could be quite troublesome... It allowed him to hide anywhere, for the most part... And it had to do with a special piece of tech he had been granted. "Why hello there, lovely lady," he said to the mercenary. His voice was deadly and smooth, his hat was pulled low over his eyes and his jacket covered most of his "suit" of sorts underneath. It came across as more of a hero's techy costume than a suit.
"I hope I'm not being intrusive or anything," he continued from where he stood. It had been difficult to stay still long enough. That was the trick with this whole suit thing... He had to hold positively still to be unseen... Thank goodness he had been able to get a spot against a building where he could, and he regretted to admit it, sleep.
Post by Jay Kitten on May 30, 2011 21:20:51 GMT -8
The shapeshifter was coming up on something big, he could feel it as he stalked the corridors of the factory. He was looking for a clue as to what this place was, now that he had chosen it as a hiding place. He hadn't a clue, though, and so as he strolled he was surprised to begin hearing voices coming from further on ahead. What were they saying? Who was in a place like this at this hour?
He crept on ahead, unable to do much else in this form. He couldn't exactly change at will, his powers were rather annoyingly difficult to manage. And so for now he was stuck as a cat, though he did note the advantages of this particular form here. It seemed his presence went unnoticed by the guard.
Closer still he went, carefully placing his feet so he wouldn't make any noise. He wanted to stay hidden, after all, if he was turned over to the police he would surely be sentenced to death quickly. After all, he was a double homicide perpetrator, right? Wrong. People just wanted to blame those who were different. And different he certainly was, but what was he? He didn't even know, himself, he was so confused now... Who was he...?
Those kinds of questions would have to wait, since he finally got in view of the people talking. A man and a woman. Saying things he really didn't care about. Say something interesting, he needed information.
Tiger Cirryyth of Weyrharper V'ridian Black Sunristh of Weyrling A'kai Blood Zojiroth of Candidate Master Moraiya Lavender and her fading Starlight Fayzeth Elraishsa of the Wild Rowensae and Pscittasch Lylore the Strange Oldbies: R'nos, Felora, K'cin, S'nire(deceased)
The blonde couldn't help but think that she was wasting her time. She couldn't let herself or her partner be caught... She had to be certain they wouldn't come this way. There had to be a simple way to do that... And there was. She smiled slightly and took a deep breath, holding a hand to her lips, then blowing. A small bird flew off, black with red eyes. They were useful manifestations. Even if not particularly powerful in and of themselves.
The let the bird do what, in this case was its job, leading these lunkheads astray. She smiled slightly under her scarf and turned her attention back to her primary target. She was on the opposite side now. She dismounted her bike and pushed it towards some other mislaid metal pieces and walked towards the target. She didn't even inform him. He would know when the time came. As always.
She blew again, this time two birds. These were her weapons and her only real equipment. That and her abilities in fighting.
Johnathan smiled slightly. "I hope you don't mind if I stand. I am waiting on someone myself. She is quite late at this point. And Mr. Benson, as you most likely know, won't be here until early morning... At the earliest."
He was rather tempted to take her offer, but he was rather... Suspicious of everyone and he had no time for distractions. Soon. It had to be soon. Alexandria Benson had to be moving in on the target now.
"So... Do you know what this factory is responsible for?" He wanted to know how much she really knew.
He was quiet for a long moment. "It is hard... when you are supposed to be waiting for the dead, I suppose...." he said, smiling slightly. "Of course... remembering them is always good." He sighed. It was common knowledge that Alexandria Benson was dead...
Alexandria bit her lip, her thoughts still moving. "It is a blessing and a curse," she said quietly. The birds chittered, their cries and noises unnatural. "... To supposedly be dead."
The first bird landed on what appeared to be a long useless machine, raised its wings, and emitted a note... A loud, piercing note. It was as if that note caused a frequency in the metal and the machine began to shake, pieces falling apart. This was her way. Her weaponry was sound, these birds, and her fighting ability...
Johnathan, instead of staying where he was, moved back as soon as she moved forward, her bullet grazing him, but not fully hitting him. "I'm no fool." He activated his suit, cancelling both visuals and heat signature. He just had to be quiet. It had some disadvantages in the visual part, though... The more he moved and the closer he was, the harder it would be... Which was why he was a long-range kind of guy.
The bird disappeared, but the second was right on top of her in the next moment, another blast of sound magic ripped through the air.
Alexandria didn't know how she had recognized her, considering she had her eyes and the lower half of her face covered. No one should have been able to tell who she was, even if they had known her.
Jonathan held the device that made up the bow he used, activating it. He pulled back on the "string" with the device he held between his fingers and pulled back, firing. He had to be careful... He was too close and, this close, it would give away his location.
Her voice was strangely clear, despite the scarf that was wrapped around it. "I don't know who you are talking about, mercenary," she said, her voice strangely calm and almost happy. She blew again, over her hand and through the scarf, this time another two birds appeared and landed on the metal piece again. The second hovered in front of her. She fed energy into it. She had to be careful... And this would make her decidedly tired, she knew it.
So these people didn't know what this place was, huh? Interesting, they seemed to know a lot about certain people around here... But he didn't know if this was the place he had heard about or not. There was a warehouse around here that was supposedly a production facility for people like him, who he just called freaks. People with supernatural abilities that are more curses and less real superpowers. Whether or not that was this factory, he didn't know.
The snap of gunfire alerted him from his thoughts, and he quickly dove behind the crates he had been seeking refuge near. His body became a mass of grey suddenly, in the shape of a cat, and he pressed against the crate now, fusing with it and through it. The process certainly would have looked verrrry odd to anybody who had the right angle to see it, but he wasn't sure who did, nor did he care. He wasn't part of whatever it is these guys were doing. He just didn't want to attract attention in case the guns alerted the nearby police.
For all he knew, they didn't know he was a cat, they could catch these guys and he'd go free as an innocent. Poor Marise... Why would they suspect him of killing one of his best friends? It didn't matter, as long as they didn't have him.
For now he stayed listening to the fight on the outside of his box, his keen cat ears able to pick up what was being said for the most part, though he did cover them with his paws at the first hint of more gunfire.
Tiger Cirryyth of Weyrharper V'ridian Black Sunristh of Weyrling A'kai Blood Zojiroth of Candidate Master Moraiya Lavender and her fading Starlight Fayzeth Elraishsa of the Wild Rowensae and Pscittasch Lylore the Strange Oldbies: R'nos, Felora, K'cin, S'nire(deceased)
(I'm selectively reading your posts, I read like 30% of the action and all of the dialogue, then make my post, then read the rest. xD That way he really is misinformed because that's how he sees stuff. If I act on you, you can dodge or not, I don't mind, I have tricky things I can do. If you feel like your character wouldn't have been able to stop him from doing what he would do, then go for a reaction. :3 )
He wasn't entirely sure in what he was seeing... He could only see specific scenes from what was going on, hear everything, but he had only a small hole in his crate with which he could see, and he was seeing everything through a cat's eye at night. He couldn't see a bit of color, but he knew what was happening in the scenes he saw. He heard a trigger being held tight, but not fired, heard a woman make threats. He wasn't sure if he was going to allow someone to die just yet, there were things he could do to help.
He pressed to the box, turned grey once more, and fused with the material, before walking out as a cat on the other side. He looked around, figuring he hadn't been noticed enough as to become a target, and circled through the shadows, away from the fight, much as a normal cat would do. He leaped onto another crate, and around behind them, then forward into more shadow on the right side of his vision, before he crept around to the opposite side of where he had been, passing through a solid metal wall on the way. He wanted to trick even anyone that saw him into thinking he was some sort of strange cat, not a shapeshifted sentient.
Finally he was were he wanted to be.
His polymorphism was going to help him soon, he could tell. He slid forward, exiting the shadows near Seon-mi, keeping low and then leaping for her leg. He only needed to touch her, even her clothes, or the gun she was holding. Anything at all, just a touch... And if he had got that touch, he would start to change again. Only this time, into her...
Last Edit: Jun 4, 2011 12:42:28 GMT -8 by Jay Kitten
Tiger Cirryyth of Weyrharper V'ridian Black Sunristh of Weyrling A'kai Blood Zojiroth of Candidate Master Moraiya Lavender and her fading Starlight Fayzeth Elraishsa of the Wild Rowensae and Pscittasch Lylore the Strange Oldbies: R'nos, Felora, K'cin, S'nire(deceased)
The cat took the blow willingly, his body absorbing the blow as though she had just kicked a huge chunk of gel, his body was grey again near where she had hit him. It soon spread outward, turning his whole body into that same solid grey mass, before he began to change again. The grey turned to a fleshy pink, and smoothed out as his body shot upward, his paws becoming hands, arms following, his hind legs turning into feet and legs respectively. His tail went away, and soon clothing followed, lacing around his body out of nowhere. In a second, even weapons fabricated, and pretty soon, Seon-mi was faced with an exact copy of herself.
The fake Seon-mi pointed a pistol straight toward the real one, and smirked wickedly.
"Care to see how well you do against yourself?" he questioned, though his voice sounded just like her own. Why he was going to fight her, was his own question, but he needed to figure out what was going on here, it might be relevant to why the police were after him. After all, any freak business could be his freak business.
And these were surely freaky people.
Tiger Cirryyth of Weyrharper V'ridian Black Sunristh of Weyrling A'kai Blood Zojiroth of Candidate Master Moraiya Lavender and her fading Starlight Fayzeth Elraishsa of the Wild Rowensae and Pscittasch Lylore the Strange Oldbies: R'nos, Felora, K'cin, S'nire(deceased)
Johnathan frowned, stopping himself from releasing the arrow he had prepared at just the right time.... Only to stop as the cat suddenly appeared. Was he an ally... Or was he going to be their enemy as soon as the situation was resolved. He held his breath and watched as it changed to a person identical to that of the mercenary they were facing. His eyes widened in surprise and his breath stopped for a moment. He was trying to reason this through. Could... could this guy somehow be related to the situation surrounding this factory and Alexandria and the others? If he was... Would there be more answers?
"Coward!" Alexandria shouted, ripping the scarf from her face. She had a scar running from the bottom edge of her jaw down her throat and over her shoulder, though that could not be seen. She took a deep breath and breathed out. The birds moved, surrounding Seon-mi. Alexandria lifted her hand, a black blade appearing in her hand. A sound emanated from it. I was shaped like a black wing as though from one of the birds itself. Her hand, beneath her glove was black, and so was her arm. She moved quickly towards the mercenary, though it was not her intention to attack her. She dove to grab the hostage, bringing the blade up, allowing a rather potent sound to ring from it as it flared, like a singular wing, the birds fusing with it, her other arm becoming black, in an attempt to protect herself and the hostage from the possible bullet.
The false female stared with that annoyingly cocky smirk at the real version of herself, pistol held at the ready, finger squeezing the trigger ever so gently. Careful, or he might accidentally fire... But if what he could gather from this girl's body was true, then the gun wouldn't fire until he squeezed completely. See, he also had his own trump card, one that he knew the other version of his current body didn't know:
He was her.
Right down to the memories, reflexes, knowledge, voice pattern... He wanted her to shoot, so he could show her. He could mimic her every movement, he could block her bullet with a bullet. It was fun to amaze people with that, he had done it to several police officers. The set back to this fact, though, was that as soon as he changed forms, he lost all aspects of the previous form he had been in. Even now, he had only his own memories and her's, not the cat's, not anybody else's.
And so, when she dropped, he did too, performing the exact same motion in a mirror image version, right down to breaking the heel from his shoe. Their feet impacted each others, rather than damaging one another. He now crouched, his eyes glowing with a strange green light that quickly faded.
He was holding the same vial she was, with the same exact contents. How he had managed to make those and a gun simply from nothing was anybody's guess.
"If it's the toxin you hate so much, then might I suggest not using it?" He smiled. He knew she would resist it, so would he. He was her.
Tiger Cirryyth of Weyrharper V'ridian Black Sunristh of Weyrling A'kai Blood Zojiroth of Candidate Master Moraiya Lavender and her fading Starlight Fayzeth Elraishsa of the Wild Rowensae and Pscittasch Lylore the Strange Oldbies: R'nos, Felora, K'cin, S'nire(deceased)
(I wasn't really going to perpetuate a fight until a victor was achieved, I was going to wait until I could either add a twist by bringing in some NPCs or until one of ya'll decided to end the fight. xD I was just using the fight as a way to make my character's abilities appear more obvious. He's quite the card. :3 Either way, I'm down for whatever plot twists you guys want to use. : D)
Tiger Cirryyth of Weyrharper V'ridian Black Sunristh of Weyrling A'kai Blood Zojiroth of Candidate Master Moraiya Lavender and her fading Starlight Fayzeth Elraishsa of the Wild Rowensae and Pscittasch Lylore the Strange Oldbies: R'nos, Felora, K'cin, S'nire(deceased)