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Post by lovely corte on Sept 6, 2012 23:44:04 GMT -8
"They... don't let me near the citizens." Wickerman said, exhaling with every word, before he inhaled with sharp clicks, "The Government, that is."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 7, 2012 5:50:30 GMT -8
Given your story, hard not to see why...Enoch thought to himself while absentmindedly fiddling with the rosary. "Have you any more sins to confess, sir?"
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 7, 2012 6:39:12 GMT -8
"I'm not sure, Father." Wickerman said, his voice gentle and polite, "They drape my eyes, Father, and then I kill. When they've done with my purpose, they remove the drapes and I go into penance for my actions."
He huffed, "I seek solace father, under the church of God, so that I may be forgiven for all the murders, all the destruction I've caused with and without the hood."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 7, 2012 7:15:18 GMT -8
"Without? It seems there is more to your story than just that hood."
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Post by Penny Royals on Sept 7, 2012 14:09:15 GMT -8
"O-oh... of course." Wendy gently reached up to smear her mascara further, hopefully to no notice. "I... I'll just wait, then..."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 7, 2012 14:32:48 GMT -8
The nun noticed the state of the girl's makeup. "If you like, I can show you where the bathroom is so you can touch up on your makeup, miss." Perhaps she was being a bit blunt the way she phrased it but Loretta's intentions were good.
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 7, 2012 18:07:08 GMT -8
"One cannot remain guiltless for long in this city, Father," Wickerman said, "It claims the light in any case it ever shades onto it."
Wickerman sighed, hanging his head in shame. "Father," He started, "I'm not sure what to do. I seek penance for acts that I commit without notice. They come up on me when I walk the streets, drape the bag, remove it, I am gone when the hood is on, and when they take the hood off, I regain my memories and I just stare in shame."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 7, 2012 18:16:29 GMT -8
"Can you not turn on those who would control you? Seems to me that if you could, you could run free as you wish."
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 8, 2012 0:22:12 GMT -8
"Uh, would it be wrong of me to ask if you step outside this box with me, Father?" Wickerman asked, resting the hood in one hand and stroking it with the other, idly picking at loose strands and rubbing the stains, smudging them more and more.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 8, 2012 16:21:11 GMT -8
Enoch frowned. "Where to?"
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Sept 8, 2012 18:38:24 GMT -8
"So, how'd you luck out and get me assigned to this cake walk?" The security guard looked up at the man in the brass colored armor. Black tights were visible under the armor, and silver highlights rounded out the outfit. The helmet in particular looked kind of silly, being flat topped with a little cylinder sticking up out of the center, but the whole outfit from the armored vest, the bulky forearms, and the heavy wheeled boots just looked somewhat silly in the guards opinion. "I mean, you could have got a Pinnacle Protector or something, instead I got called in." "Your company was the lowest bidder." The guard said, trying to shut up this whining 'super hero'. "And your services were the lowest price they had to offer. We needed powered support for insurance reasons. You qualify." He left the 'barely' unsaid. The open facemask of the helmet showed the mans eyes going wide, and his face turning red. "I'm the lowest price? Me? The Unstoppable Topman? My contracts should go for top dollar!" "Yeah, take it up with your boss." The guard shrugged, trying not to laugh. 'Topman'? Well, it sorta explained the helmet at least. "Until then just stand around, look shiny, and stay out of our way." The armored car bumped over the curb as it turned into an alleyway. They weren't exactly in the high rent district of Pinnacle City. In fact there was a soup kitchen just down the street a little ways. But the pawn shop here had a vault with some stuff that was actually worth protecting. Jewelry, some historical artifacts, nothing big name of course, but more than a lousy little pawn shop probably had a right to. It was probably a front for fencing illegal goods. Which was fine with the guard. Fences usually weren't targeted by thieves. So long as everyone got the share they'd agreed on, he didn't care what he was doing. A job was a job. Even to the not very well armored 'hero' he was sharing the back of the truck with. The adjacent rooftop was where Owlgirl prowled, perched precariously atop the the high railing of the building's rusted fire escape as she overlooked the alleyway below, a darkened slit between the two brick buildings with an armored car wedged smack dab in the middle, parked idly as it made its pickup. Something was fucked. That much, in her personal opinion, was for certain. The truck wasn't unlike any other armored vehicle, known to carry large amounts of capital and other goods to and from banks and safehouses dotted throughout the city proper, manned by a crew of lightly-armed security guards (two of them, as she had surmised through the thermal optics built into her high-tech goggles). But this one was different. She'd tracked her mark for the past forty-five minutes, and this wasn't what she had in mind. So, with the lightest of sighs, she looked and waited, the rain beading off her cape and cowl with a faint pitter-patter. (Sorry, best I could come up with.)
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 8, 2012 20:01:29 GMT -8
"Just outside, Father." Wickerman said, "Do not worry. I do not harm religious figures, Father, and I as far as I am concerned, neither shall uuuh... 'the hooded one.' I simply wish to show you the item; the hood."
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Post by Prime Spinosaur on Sept 8, 2012 20:46:35 GMT -8
Mistress Moonbeam shook her head. "Nuh-uh. That's Stranger Danger. Never go to a second location." She crossed her arms in front of her. This was probably a front put up by the government fat cats to try and take away her rights to free speech. Becoming a criminal was totally a kind of speech. "If yer boss wants me to do a job so bad, he can call." She motioned to the guy's phone. "I...uh..." He flinched, then his eyes widened, "uh, sir, are you sure?" He breathed, he was terrified. He handed the phone to Moonbeam with shaky, sweating hands as though it was a dangerous weapon. When Moonbeam put it up to her ear she was met by a smooth suave voice. "Hello, Mistress Moonbeam."
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Post by Penny Royals on Sept 8, 2012 21:33:17 GMT -8
Wendy sniffed, nodding.
"Y-yes... please..."
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Post by Anya the Purple on Sept 8, 2012 21:34:30 GMT -8
"Hey there," said Mistress Moonbeam, not showing how surprised he was at his willingness to meet her demands. It was a point in his favor - the Man didn't usually bow down to anyone. "I hear ya got a job ya want done."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 9, 2012 4:41:22 GMT -8
Wendy sniffed, nodding. "Y-yes... please..."
"Of course. Right this way." She raised an eyebrow at Father Enoch and the other newcomer both leaving the confessional box placed at the other side from where she and the girl stood but did not comment on it, leading the girl to the bathroom as she had promised. "Here you go."
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 9, 2012 23:09:27 GMT -8
Wickerman stepped out from the confessional box, his frame staggering and spacing out. He was massive, having to arch over and bend to be able to see Father Enoch.
"Here, Father," Wickerman said, "You should... see said hood, Father."
He leaned down and gently handed the hood to Father Enoch.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 10, 2012 6:06:22 GMT -8
Enoch took the hood, gently running his fingers over the material as he studied the hood. "Interesting...And they let you walk around with it anywhere?" He asked as he handed it back to Wickerman.
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Post by JW% on Sept 10, 2012 13:14:55 GMT -8
Owlgirl watched as the armored cars rear door opened up. The first security guard climbed out into the rain. He was almost certainly armed, but from her vantage point, through the rain, she couldn't tell what he was carrying. Probably a pistol.
What came next was a bit of a surprise for her. The man in the black tights with dull gold armor boots, gauntlets, and a sort of small pancho breast and back plate, with a strange flattop helmet.
Topman told the guard to stay here with the truck, and the guard simply shrugged. He knew his business, and knew not to ask questions. The driver kept the motor running as the guard looked down the alleyway and Topman went inside.
A number of suitcase sized boxes had been prepared and strapped to a wheeled cart. "DarkStar's bracers, a Shard of Nictus, the Jewel of..."
"Best I don't know." Topman told the man. DarkStars bracers alone would boost Topman's power considerably, the former hero turned vigilante turned outright theif in his greed for more power had hidden away several copies of his rune and talisman enhanced outfit, in case he had been captured and his gear taken from him and destroyed. He had, it had, and he hadn't managed to break free yet, but someone had apparently found the safe house of the power mad 'hero'. Topman's boss however would know if he gained any unsanctioned new abilities, and that would be a very bad thing, so Topman just signed off on the transfer, and started pushing the cart.
Up above on the rooftops, Owlgirl watched Topman go in, when suddenly something sailed through the air towards her. She managed to catch it out of the air.
It was a cheap hard plastic frisbee flying disc. Written in somewhat smudged marker was "This your gig?", and flipping it over were the words "I want in". Tracing it back to where it had flown from, there seemed to be another young woman, crouched and hiding on a fire escape, protected from the rain, and by the shadows, but without a means of escape that didn't drop her back into the alleyway.
The dark skinned young woman waved at Owlgirl furtively, as if afraid of giving away her position to the security guard below. A pretty real concern, all things considered.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~St. Elissa's House of God, the church for wayward villains
He was a pretty short man, one could say that he was afflicted with dwarfism, though only in a minor case. He wore heavy work boots, scuffed and wet from the walk, but apparently had tried dressing up with black slacks(now soaked at the cuffs), and a jacket that was somewhat ill fitting but at least matched his white dress shirt and tie underneath. His long reddish brown hair hung limp and damp, pushed back by a pair of goggles on his forehead.
His face, and in fact his hands, was a cross stitch roadmap of pain and suffering. Even ignoring his sad, pained, expression and stance, every inch of his exposed flesh looked to have suffered massive burns and then unprofessional skin grafts. Despite this, his hands didn't shake and he looked around his surroundings with suspicion and concern.
Particularly directing most of that concern at the Wickerman who had just stepped out, the little man absentmindedly rubbed his wrist.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 10, 2012 13:58:00 GMT -8
((It's not called Church for Wayward Villains. It's St. Elissa's House of God, Per >>))
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Post by JW% on Sept 10, 2012 14:08:54 GMT -8
((Modified and fixed! Sorta!))
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 10, 2012 16:05:24 GMT -8
((...Okay, Per; I'll let it slide because you made me giggle))
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 10, 2012 21:24:15 GMT -8
"I cannot ever seem to rid it off myself, my Father." Wickerman said, gently reaching one finger out to touch it, but pulling himself away.
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Sept 11, 2012 4:23:17 GMT -8
Owlgirl caught the circular projectile out from the rainy night sky with the slightest of yips, regaining her balance quickly and reeling with the momentum to throw whatever in blue blazes it was back. She stopped herself, however, and switched on the night vision optics of her goggles. With her curiosity piqued, she read the disc - a plastic frisbee, of all things - and glanced up toward the direction from which it was thrown.
"Umm . . ." she couldn't help but murmur, pressing her teeth against her bottom lip. She then tried to regain her composure, returning to the dark avenger of the night that she tried so hard to be as hard as she could. Realizing her attempts to communicate with the other woman electronically would be futile, Owlgirl took out a pen (yes, even dark avengers of the night needed to jot a few things down) from her utility belt, scrawled 'Have you been following me? Do you know what I'm doing?' on the front side, and made the effort to toss it back.
(For the sake of relative ease, can the frisbee make it back without any problems?)
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Post by JW% on Sept 11, 2012 14:49:02 GMT -8
(Um... hrm... yeah, I suppose it makes it back without any problems, but more through shear luck than the idea that you should just be playing frisbee over the top of the security guards head...)
The guard waiting at the truck was fortunately looking the wrong way as the plastic disk sailed through the rainy air. The young womans eyes went wide as she saw Owlgirl trying to throw her frisbee BACK, she's been desperate enough to try it the first time, but a continued conversation this way? That was just asking for trouble.
In the dark she squinted trying to make out what Owlgirl had written. It was hard to tell if she could see it or not, between the shadow and the rain probably smudging the marker a little. Something like a glowstick was produced and Owlgirl could see her trying to read it, then the girl looked back up at Owlgirl.
She shook her head emphatically 'no' to answer the questions, and then just pointed at the truck.
Just as Topman started to wheel out the cart.
This gave the young woman a start and she looked like she was swearing as she reached behind her and stepped out onto the fire escape to get a good wind up. With a full body swing to it, she threw another frisbee, this one looking metallic.
"The hell?" The guard grunted as the frisbee struck him in the head, causing him to pitch backwards and drop to the ground. The weighted disc bounced off the guards forehead and then struck Topman, causing the armored hero to twist aside as well, spilling the cart into the alleyway.
The girl made a celibratory fist pump, then dropped down into the pavement, pulling another frisbee. She had a hikers pack on her back, like you'd expect to see a hippie carrying with them while they hitchhiked across country. Only this girl seemed to have filled hers with different kinds of frisbees.
"That hurt!" The guard said as he was fumbling out his pistol, and Topman seemed to be doing something with his armor as he climbed to his feet as well.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 11, 2012 15:34:55 GMT -8
"I cannot ever seem to rid it off myself, my Father." Wickerman said, gently reaching one finger out to touch it, but pulling himself away.
"Seems to be made of hemp...well made, if worn..." After a few moments, he handed the hood back to Wickerman. "And you say a transformation comes over you when you put it on?"
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Post by lovely corte on Sept 11, 2012 21:12:05 GMT -8
"I kill people, Father." Wickerman said, "It is a madman's visage, and I can't seem to distance myself from its presence. It is as much a part of me as my own fingers."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Sept 13, 2012 4:07:12 GMT -8
Only one word had gone through Owlgirl's mind as this new spectator (now combatant) leapt from her roost in the fire escape and took on the security guards (and the Protector, which she hadn't picked out of the van with her thermal scan; she'd have to investigate further) below, with what appeared to be another metallic frisbee, of all things:
Shit.
Planting her boots firmly against the railing of the fire escape, Owlgirl launched herself from the safety of her vantage point, her cape billowing behind her as she temporarily soared through the dismal air. The cape, going stiff with a wingsuit-like effect, allowed her to glide down to the ground below with little ado, save for a rough landing in the alleyway (nothing her shock-absorbent boots couldn't handle, but she still grunted a little oof in the process), still muttering shitshitshit along the way.
She had to act as fast as she could now, hustling to the recently-injured security guard and launching a swift jab to his throat, hoping to temporarily incapacitate him, but mostly to distract him from grabbing his sidearm, which she, in another less-than-fluid motion, snatched from his holster and removed the clip, tossing it aside afterward.
"Shitshitshit--sorry! Shitshitshitshit . . ."
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Post by JW% on Sept 13, 2012 13:03:47 GMT -8
The security guard probably should have been able to defend himself. But he'd just been hit in the forehead by surprise, and then a dark hard to see shape had fallen over him while his hands were still fumbling for his gun. The sharp blow to his windpipe cut off his efforts to raise his gun, letting Owlgirl easily disarm him as he clutched his neck and tried to get air back into his startled lungs.
There was a hum from Topmans armor, followed by a ripping sound, as if somebody was using a pull string on a small gearwork toy. It abruptly cut off, only to be replaced with a rattling sound as three tops raced across the pavement in their own strangely stable path of a rapidly spinning top.
The girl with the frisbees made a jump onto a broken air conditioner unit that littered the corner of the alleyway, and then jumped up to grab a broken light post above the back door and pull herself up away from the ground. The tops raced towards her, one of them punching a hole through the wood panneling of the door, the other tear through the metal of the air conditioning unit, while the third just sorta missed completely and started to make it's turn in the open pavement.
"What the hell? Who are you idiots? You hit me with a frisbee? Is that a joke?" Topman was asking as he pulled himself up. "Are you mocking the unstoppable Topman?"
"Who?" The frisbee girl hanging from the lightpost asked.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Sept 13, 2012 14:14:15 GMT -8
"I kill people, Father." Wickerman said, "It is a madman's visage, and I can't seem to distance myself from its presence. It is as much a part of me as my own fingers."
"That would be the right of it; we must accept every part of ourselves, the good and the bad. I'm afraid that in light of those words, I cannot help you try to break away from the hooded one."
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