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Post by JW% on Jul 15, 2013 18:12:36 GMT -8
~~~~~~~~~~Penance City
"Don't lie to me." That dark voice growled. "Don't even think about it. How long do you think you'd last here in Penance with every bone in your hands broken? You were already convicted for shooting a law enforcement agent. Being a cop killer might get you a little respect here, but it just makes you a target for me. Now tell me what the plan is. The contact has already gone out on Mister Xanthony's life, a downpayment already made. For the price they paid they got the best. You're the best marksmen in the city. ROTC training, marine corps sniper with a kill list longer than your own arm. Medical discharge, came back to the states and bounced around various cartels. The Freakshow, the Dragons, even worked for the infamous 'Mega' on a job in Triumph City, the High Rollers, Riders, and Red Aces here in Pinnacle, lost your jaw to the Mei Hua Bang in retaliation for taking out one of their enforcers, got a new one from the Die Cast to keep you in the game... you've sunk so low into the scum I don't know how you can breath. This disgusting island is just where they swept you away to. And even here you seem to have enough friends who want your skills that they let you carry a gun."
There was a burning sensation that Plague only after a moment realized it was the fact that his arm had been let go, completely unhurt.
"So if it's not you... who is set to kill Mister Xanthony?" The Nightmare said, stepping back in a disturbingly soundless manner to once more blend with the shadows on the wall.
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Post by lovely corte on Jul 23, 2013 5:02:33 GMT -8
"I'm not lying, I swear to fucking God." Plague, rather embarrassingly, began to cry out. He winced and grunted, attempting to alleviate the pressure on his bones. As he was let go, he stood up and began to relax the pained muscle.
He was more than a bit disturbed that the man had his entire life in a rap sheet from heart and was more than ashamed to hear it said out loud. He looked at the man as he peeled into the shadows.
"How... how did you know all that?" He asked. "And I never knew he was a cop! I was-... I was just trying to help those girls!"
"I-I can't say." He said, resting one hand gently on his gun. It was a subtle move, but there was no hostility in it. It was almost an anxiety reliever. Plus, there was no way he could draw the gun on the man and fire before he had time to react. And Nightmare would know that. "There's more than enough scum out there ready to step up. I-... I mean, no-one is trying to stop them. No offense, pal. But your whole Dark Avenger thing isn't scaring off the game."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 23, 2013 11:16:41 GMT -8
"It's no burden at all." Father Enoch replied, beaming at both father and daughter. "Help is always welcome, from whoever desires to do it. I'm certain Sister Loretta can find something for her to do that will keep her sufficiently occupied." "Thank you Father," James turned to his daughter and hugged her, "Alright Charity. You be safe alright?" "Of course Daddy!" After her father left, Charity approached Sister Loretta, "So is there anything I can do?"
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jul 26, 2013 7:03:03 GMT -8
Loretta looked her over, sizing up the girl to figure out what sort of work she could do. "Well, Michael--that's the altar boy--needs some help putting up the icons and symbols. Think you could lend him a hand?" As she spoke, Loretta looked over to the Storms, thinking she would have to go and help them calm down.
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Post by JW% on Jul 26, 2013 12:46:15 GMT -8
~~~~~~~~~~Penance City
It dawned on Plague that the Nightmare Scorpion had already realized he was telling the truth well before he cried out and swore religiously. The fact that he had let go was proof of that. Somehow this shadow with the weight of a wall just... knew.
"And what would you suggest? A more permanent solution than this wretched cockroach motel of an island?" The voice echoed... and Plague could swear that the man had walked through the wall.
"You know who'd be your professional rivals. Who would want to step up and take your place, who can command the kind of prices you can? Who would have the guts to claim they were a better shot than the Plague, killer of millions?" The title was extreme hyperbole to the point of being silly, but since it was being invoked ironically that didn't really matter, did it? And now the voice was coming from above... the ceiling? "Who would you kill for stealing your title?"
~~~~~~~~~~Church
Thunder continued to work at shaping the pew, the smile plastered on her face looking like it was about to crack the moment she bothered to think about... whatever it was she was avoiding thinking about. Her hands moved in a steady motion, creating the curved handles of the bench.
Soon enough Lightning came in as well. He took a position watching over the whole church like some kind of caped defender, but his gaze came back to Thunder repeatedly as he was clearly most concerned about her. His body also wasn't tensed for a fight... rather it seemed that despite his straight backed 'noble defender' stance he was... tired. Emotionally exhausted.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 29, 2013 14:43:09 GMT -8
Charity approached Michael, "Hey Sister Loretta said you needed help."
She was silent for a second and said, " You're new aren't you?"
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 29, 2013 14:46:23 GMT -8
Charity approached Michael, "Hey Sister Loretta said you needed help." She was silent for a second and said, " You're new aren't you?" The boy looked at her for a moment before looking away, trying to hide his eyes while he nodded. He led her over to where the panes and stencils and such were, and handed her a few things.
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Jul 29, 2013 14:59:50 GMT -8
"... Don't talk much do you?" she laughed, " It's good,"
She proceeded to pick up as many supplies as she could, which was a lot more then a normal girl her size could pick up., and got to work.
The first icon she picked up was of a cross, an anchor and a heart, connected together. Faith, Hope... And Charity. She laughed at the coincidence, especially since her father deliberately named her after the Christian virtue.
"So where would you like these?"
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 29, 2013 15:21:35 GMT -8
"... Don't talk much do you?" she laughed, " It's good," She proceeded to pick up as many supplies as she could, which was a lot more then a normal girl her size could pick up., and got to work. The first icon she picked up was of a cross, an anchor and a heart, connected together. Faith, Hope... And Charity. She laughed at the coincidence, especially since her father deliberately named her after the Christian virtue. "So where would you like these?" He smiled at her - or at least in her general direction - before motioning to a section of red, blue, and gold windowpanes. He himself on the other hand lifted up an icon of the nativity scene, placing it against panes of gold, green, and blue. ((I think it's safe to say neither of us know jack shit, so forgive us yknow? ))
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Post by JW% on Aug 3, 2013 19:51:08 GMT -8
Her thoughts perfectly masked, she simply nodded her goodbye to Terrence Sawyer and got out of the car to head down to the gun shop. As the woman known as the FreeShooter entered the guns and ammo shop with a little chime at the door. The man behind the counter glanced up at her, and then seemed to ignore her, going back to his computer screen. A good number of cameras followed her as she came in, so he wasn't really looking away from her, he just wasn't making himself helpful either. Most of what was on display was just that: display. A few solid things for customers to study, and a good number of pictures. There didn't seem to be a single live bullet in the entire place. Legal gun sales in Pinnacle City were rather low, and gun control laws high.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 4, 2013 9:29:38 GMT -8
((Wait so they don't sell ammunition? At all?))
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Post by JW% on Aug 4, 2013 12:43:38 GMT -8
((They sell it, near about any kind of ammunition you want as long as you're willing to undergo the background check and wait listing, but they don't have it laying out on counters in the store to be easily stolen.))
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Post by JW% on Aug 19, 2013 19:04:20 GMT -8
((Okay, looks like a time skip...))
The Nightmare Scorpion bothered Plague a bit longer about how to save a mans life, but Plague seemed dead set against helping to stop the Free Shooter, and eventually Nightmare Scorpion left him alone, in prison.
The Free Shooter for her part found that gun control had cracked down heavily on all legal(and thus advertised) means of getting a gun or even bullets. Even knives that could potentially be a threat were more a blackmarket item in this city. Feeling a renewed sense of patriotism in this land of freedom she went back to get the car, only to find that Mister Sawyer had vanished completely, leaving her alone to do whatever she needed to do. She spent the rest of the week watching TV in her hotel room and eating fast food.
Both Thunder and Lightning finished their work on the church, having done a government required good deed for the day, and flew home together. A day or two after that their court ordered superheroics came to an end as their sentence was up. Their tracking leg bands were removed, and both of them were free to do what they wanted. Unfortunately they discovered that during the years they had, under duress, acted as the cities heroes, any chance of a normal life was utterly destroyed. They had no secret identities, a public address, no money, and of course all the taxes and expenses of their heroics.
Ellen and Jacob Raine were killed shortly afterwards, having attempted once more to rob a bank in order to make ends meet. A Pinnacle Protector arrived on the scene and was forced to use excessive violence, or so the news reports said.
By one week later, the threat of super guns being released on the street had been resolved. White Dragon had caught the two criminals responsible for stealing from the K Corporation and recovered all the weapons, fortunately before anyone else had managed to spread them around.
Not all was positive for the side of good however, as apparently somebody had broken into a biological research lab owned by Lucien Laboratories. A number of pieces of equipment had been removed, and an investigation was ongoing as to who was behind the theft or why.
Prentiss watched with the other Lost Boys as one of them switched channels. There were some complaints, but Prentiss, whom Wendy hadn't even met all week long despite the fact that he was now living with her, didn't care that much.
The channel was on an entertainment channel, with some preview interviews of various heroic faces for a reality TV show. A studio had decided to set up a 'lair' for several heroes to live and work together in, and were going to film their 'real life drama'. Lauren Hemlock a popular celebrity hero, Black Dragon of K Corp, and three others were volunteering. Today as part of the surprise was that one more had revealed himself, and it was rather a shock. A Pinnacle Protector.
"Yeah, there's a lot of us out there." He was telling the host. "I guess it could be a bit intimidating, all of us wearing the same uniform and the same face covering helmet, but we do this as volunteers, right? We're not in it for the glory or to get our face in the news. We're doing it to help people." His own face was sculpted like some kind of famous movie actor, decidedly handsome.
((Intuition check: Lost Boys present fail to identify him and are left with a nagging thought that he looks familiar that they quickly ignore.))
"I don't really want to get in on this either to be honest," the Pinnacle Protector said. "But... well, I lost my son a few weeks back... I can't really take time away from my duties to look for him... but if he sees me on television maybe he'll contact the Pinnacle Protectors hotline and we'll be reunited..."
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Post by Fiery Firefly on Aug 24, 2013 12:13:04 GMT -8
As Charity laid sound asleep, Omega got to work. This was always the best time to plot things, the girl was using very little brain capacity, and as such Omega barely had to stimulate her.
She was also glad that her mother had given her internet access. Dr. Ly must of realized how bored she'd be having to be stuck in a teenager's head all day.
Omega was very annoyed about the theft of the bio weapons... she had set her own eyes on them. In order to fulfill her goals she needed to have more to work with. Charity had a lot of strength because of her robotic bone structure, but it wouldn't be enough to take on a superhero. And now her hopes were dashed.
She decided looking up these reports was getting on the depressing side... she needed to lighten up a bit.
Maybe take a look at that Tumblr she had found while searching the Pinnacle City tag. The one with the weirdo ranting about the "war with machines" and stuff. The Chop it Down guy. He amused her.
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Post by JW% on Aug 28, 2013 14:57:54 GMT -8
((Really... Manly Dan should have updated a few more times... it's been an in-story week even if nobody actually posted...))
A scream on the dark streets behind the church disturbed Father Enoch. It was reasonably close by, but abruptly ceased.
The television continued to play news. The Greystone community center and immediate care facility would be having it's grand opening this weekend, tomorrow in fact. David Xanthony would be there to open the doors, saying a few words before hand.
In other news, the local head of Prince International Shipping, Siegfried Mythos("Mew-tohs") was making arrangements for his marriage to a classically trained ballet dancer. Additionally recent poles showed that Pinnacle City's crime rate was notably lower than Triumph City or Seaport City, a possible reason for why so many former Pinnacle City heroes had moved to these other cities. While Triumph City was accepting them, Seaport City was having a hard time with the new influx. And fall produce was going on sale, so a special on how to make good jams was broadcast.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 2, 2013 16:18:54 GMT -8
((...I see what you did there, Per. And I love you for it))
Enoch left it on the jam special, mostly for Loretta's benefit than his own because she was interested in that sort of thing.
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Post by JW% on Sept 7, 2013 18:57:13 GMT -8
Sister Loretta learned how to make strawberry jam, quick and easily, without cooking or canning, with just fresh strawberries and a few other ingredients to preserve it in the refrigerator.
In the meantime the murder in the back alleyway was ignored, and life went on. The cat beast roaming the streets continued to roam, killing the occasional stray dog, or in this case pedestrian. Manly Dan apparently has gone for a week or so without updating his tumblr. Maybe he had given up on the technology... or maybe he had done something that had gotten him arrested. Or dead. It was hard for Omega to tell just checking the internet.
Prentiss watched the latest international news. Something about strange weather patterns over Seaport City. They had recently suffered an assault from a reality warping self proclaimed 'God of Chaos'. Things were getting cleaned up, and it was no longer raining chocolate pies, but the citizenry was still a bit disturbed by events. Then there was something about a 'Mutant Rights' protest being held in Triumph City.
Prentiss looked at the other Lost Boys confused. "What's 'Mutant Rights' anyway?" He asked with a frown.
Wendy hadn't really been around that week, putting in over time, and hadn't even met Prentiss yet, though he didn't seem to care. If anything he was thankful of being off the streets.
((Is anyone going to do ANYTHING?))
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