BigPapaBelial

Raven Squad : (An Eccentric Military / Spy-Fi RP)

Well if you're willing I'll thrown my hat back in.

you know I'm always here to back your play brother.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@13org@Kumbaris@AWACS@Eviledd1984

Our Shaman who art not in Heaven

The fight had finally ebbed off. And people were beginning to pick up the pieces. Slowly of course.

The other OMR agents were tending to the bodies.

And here Micheal sat in the lee of a concrete divider, gathered around him looking annoyed are his three godly friends. Manabozho looking around to make sure nothing else is coming. Whiskeyjack sitting there bemoaning the fact one of those bullets had torn right through his jacket. And Raven is carefully applying some ointment to the rune burn on Micheal's arm. The flat thin tin of ointment is being applyed sparsely though as there isn't much there. Probably only meant for small burns but this one trails up and down Micheal's left forearm like a maze of blue flaming cracks. But the medicine seems to be helping.

He calls over to Scarlet, "Hey Red, how you doing? Boss Bot? Faye?" He sighs, and jumps when a medic kneels beside him and starts to look over his arm. Saying something about, "Stupid Rune users over doing it." A spray ointment being applied. Micheal just grinning, Raven blowing out a breath of relief.

Micheal winces as the burns is being tended too. He shakes his head slowly, "This motley bunch, I swear, wouldn't want to work with anyone else though."

He's an outside observer as the Doctor walks up to Madeline, Scarlet and Faye. The burly First Nations man glad they are getting tended too. He winces and shuffles as the medic looking him over pokes at the burn and sprays somemore healing ointment, "This is going to take abit to heal, no more rune usage for atleast the next day. Unless you want it to get worse." Mikey nods, "Sure sure. you're the boss." The medic glares at him and his gods begins to babble telling him they'll force him to comply. Mike just turns his head to look over at the other three members of the squad near by, "I'll keep it in mind, as long as we're all okay."

The Conflict

As they were released one by one Hayden looked around in honest to fucking god confusion. And then he could hear the fighting. Looking up at first as if expecting it to be in the room he wheels then spots the TV. Different clips of fight everywhere in the city. The SAMC and COGS compounds under siege. Check points in the city under fire. Foreign mercs not seeming to care too much as long as they are allowed to shoot and they get paid. It's not something someone who's gone through Special Operations training likes to see. They are goons. And it's disgusting. HE leans in to gather his heavy gun.

He nods slowly as the discussion goes about whether or not they should stay. He narrows his eyes, "I'm going to say this now, I can't leave this. Not just because trying to get out would be like trying to escape the Minotaur's Maze. But another reason, I don't get this Beast thing. These guys...see something in me. And I, I wanna figure this out okay." He growls, and is about to snap one of the 30 mags into his Bren, when one of Edgar's people lets out a hiss. Hayden hums and looks at the fighter and slowly very slowly slides the mag back onto his harness instead, "Fine...just wanted to be ready." He looks back at the others, "I, listen I know I'm not all here okay? Some shit happened back in my Spec Ops days that really worked me over I'll tell you, but now is not the time alright? Maybe that's what they mean beast. I don't know. But right now we got something to take care of here right. I like this idea of atleast taking out Melani. She doesn't feel like. And honestly the way she actted back there, I don't wanna come out like her somehow."

As the team stands up atleast seeming like they are in agreement Hayden hefts his Bren up onto a shoulder easily. His powerful form handling it fairly well. He hides his confusion when one of Edgar's people bites her lower lip as she looks him over even. It's interesting actually as the four stand there, well there are actually members of the people that are standing with Edgar right now looking at them less as prisoners and more like objects of desire. Maybe at the moment they are all exotic elements. And they do kinda exude a ferocity.

As Bethan outlines the deal, Edgar stands and watches, his hand resting on a large silvered pistol, something that must have cost a fair amount of gems and diamonds. He narrows his eyes, "I cannot pay you much. All of my assets are tied up in the community. But I can offer you relatively safe passage out of the city after the job is done. Kill Melani like you say, and cool the fued between our neighbourhoods, and I will do what I can. The rest and transport I think I can do, the radios easy enough. But Information? That depends on the information. Just as gemstones are the only thing worthwhile now, along with gold and silver, information is more valuable. And depending on what it is, well it's value rises or falls like the tides." He nods slowly looking around at his people there in the room with them, likely his administrative group really. They all nod. And one of them a squat dark skinned woman steps forward, "What are you looking for? When you go, I'll see if I can find the information you need."

Hayden nods slowly, and whispers to Sean standing beside him, "That worked, I honestly didn't think it would."

The Conflict

I apologize for how long that took. I will understand if people have moved on.

I had a really bad cold for several weeks there. And had nothing on my mind but trying to get well again.

The Conflict

Hayden perks his head to the side. He casts about without sight and without voice. They're int he presense of Edgar Malkia. But Victor said they'd be in major danger. But then Melani was anything but what Victor had said as well. So this is all like completely out field and even as he sits there blinded and mute. He listens carefully though as his partners and teammates chat with well the guy they were told is a blood thirsty bastard.

After a time Hayden can hear a clatter. The three unmasked watch as one of Malkia's people bring in their weapons. Malkia getting up to look over the guns, "A street cannon, and several rifles. Not the best, but decidedly well chosen. It's almost as if you expected trouble. But from whom? Me? My people? My people who simply fight for their liberty and independence from a harmful problem?" He snarls and starts to pace, "Melani, a thorn in my side. Killing my people and my neighbours. All because we have it a little better then her neighbourhood. She it a jackal. A scavenger of the poor and pained. She cares more for her."

And there's an explosion without. Edgar unsheathing a combat knife, and a large pistol in the other. His people around him drawing weapons as well.

A member of Edgar's gang comes running from outside, "Sir! There's been an attack!" Edgar growls, "That bitch Melani?" The gang member shakes his head, "No sir! It's the SAMC and COGS mercs sir! They are attacking each other!" Edgar sighs and puts his pistol away, "That's nothing new." The ganger shakes his head, "Sir you don't understand, it's happening all over the city!" Edgar blinks then looks to another person in the room with them who walks over and switches on an television, one of those old CRTs, almost ancient honestly. But serviciable. As soon as the picture comes up it's clear this is all pirated and spliced, someone cut into an official TV line somewhere and are feeding it to this CRT. The picture isn't great at all. And as the person flips through maybe 5 channels at the most they come to a local news station. The words are in french. But the pictures are clear.

The anchor on the screen is surrounded by banners that even in french is clear saying, "Emergency" and the pictures in the background are of fights breaking out all over Tangayi. COGS and SAMC going at it now without any kind of trying to hide it. Foriegn mercenaries fighting in the open. During one stretch of video, the tone goes from slightly tame with just rifle fire, too suddenly quite severe when a Isreali mercs steps out of hiding a RPG-7 at his shoulder and fires, hammering the opposing soldiers with a bright ball of fire. Another video shows a reporter hunched down behind a hollowed out car. Until there's a crash and burst of smoke. And the image comes back with the reporter laying there holding his chest, and blood on the screen.

Edgar shakes his head, "What the living hell is going on!?" He looks to the four, "Unhood the beast!" He finally says. And Hayden lets out a grunt through his muzzle looking blurrily at everyone then at Sean and Katerina, his words are slurred, "Hah fug?" Edgar sighs, "You have a choice, run back to Melani...or stay here, or...run away. Get out of the center of the city and maybe find refuge in the countryside." He points at Hayden, "Get that muzzle out of his mouth, and place their weapons by the door. They have a choice to make."

Hayden licks his lips and rubs his wrists as they are all unbound. He looks at the others, "Did...did a war just start?"

The Conflict

I do apologize, been feeling unwell and unmotivated to write. I have post int he works and as soon as I have the energy again I'll get a post up.

Please have patience.

And again sorry for the wait.

Born in Battle: The Saga of The Wild Hunt MC, the Werewolf biker gang.

Just going to sub to the thread. Interesting idea.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@13org@Eviledd1984@Kumbaris@AWACS

The Shaman just won't stop!

Micheal grits his teeth then outta no where grabs Faye in a hug, "You're awake! Thank Manitou! We were getting worried!" He squeezes her briefly then lets her go.

He perked up and groaned, "OMR admin can charge me later." He grabbed up his tomahawk and carved a rune into the seat.

Simply put, "Fire" he smashed it with the handle of his tomahawk and then well it looks like he throws the hand axe out the back window, though the real thing remains in his hand, while a flaming handaxe whirls through the air, barely missing the vehicles following them. "How do you like that!"

And then the demons came, "Who's this guy? And where is he spawning demons from? Who calls up demons! We're going to have to burn out those portals later so they can't all pour through! Ahhh this job is nuts." He summoned up another flaming axe and threw it.

But it's clear by how slow he's summoning them up that Micheal is near tapped out, "Keep going darn it! Red? how are you doing? Faye? Boss Girl Bot? This has been a helluva a couple of days!" He called forth fire again then fell backward grabbing his arm, and gasping in pain, his whole forearm smoking, "Ahhh rune backlash! I think I'm out for now!" He lay on his back and held his arm painfully, the gods trying to sooth the mean looking magical burn slowly forming on Micheal's forearm.

Manabozho carefully pulling the tomahawk out of his grasp and setting it aside, the metal head of the tool smoking from overuse.

Mikey called up, "Red! Faye! Be careful girls!"

Still laying in the back seat of the car he chuckles, "This is what I get for going so hard of late. So many rituals and castings. No surprise this happens huh?" He laughs softly at his own misfortune.

The Conflict

It wasn't quick, nor was it slow. But it was definitely precise.

Amazingly so for what people were calling a gang.

They moved to make it look they were part of the crowd around them.

The girls being more aware of the things going on and planning clearly, may have noticed something off. Two groups of three. One group for each of them. And they move as if they know what they are doing, while still blending with the crowd. And it's swift. The groups move in, under cover of the crowd. Until the last moment, two in each group run up, while a third pulls some zip ties and a sack hood. There is time to fight back but they move to overwhelm quickly.

Two grab each grab the girls, force them into positions of distress and subjugation. And then the zipties, and the hoods. And the last member of their teams beings up a van. They are carried inside and soon the van is racing off. Almost like nothing happened as the groups fade into the crowd.

Elsewhere it's much the same for Hayden and Sean. Hayden is walking around the Jeep to get in when his team run up and force a wooden dowel with a leather strap on it into his mouth, muzzling him. He lets out a sound of shock and warning before he feels his head slam into the side of the jeep and the sack goes over his head. His vision blurring about the edges. Sean is yanked from the Jeep flat to the ground and then the ties and sack. They are both thrown into the trunk area of the jeep someone gets in and off they go.

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Time can feel fluid when you can't see your surroundings. Time can feel like it's a rushing torrent or a super slow flow.

So who knows how long the two groups are n transit before their modes of transportation stop, and the pairs are ushered out. Hayden snarls into his muzzle, trying to see if he can get Sean to respond or anyone really. He gets a smack on the back of the head for his trouble.

The four are lead into a room, and the snap of those big four light contruction light fixtures come on with cracks and bangs. Several bodies moving about, casting shadows.

one voice rumbling, "Who are they? What do they want?" A second voice, female, the first was male. The female hums, "Mercenaries? Hmmm some pride grade meat if they are. And their weapons. Someone came into some gems since they got here. The beast. He had a very large gun." Yet a third voice, young, male, "Practically impractical. To be on the recieving end of that would be a death sentence." And yet another voice, strong, male, "Can we trust them? Dare we trust them? Didn't Father Okoo, say he saw them come from Melani's territory? Are they tainted? The Beast is for certain."

A final voice chimes in, Strong, confident, powerful, Male, "Then we should find out. Unhood the other three. Leave the Beast muzzled and Hooded."

Moments later Sean, Katerina and Beth are unhooded, light from the spot lights making it hard to see for abit. But as they adjust the find themselves in what looks like a hotel lobby, it's clean, well kept, drapes are pulled to shield from the outside. What is actually seven people standing before them. But they all seem to be centered around one man, in a tailored suit, with short coarse black hair, piercing grey eyes, "I am Edgar Malkia. I run the Mal Boys. And you four are in my territory. Who are you? What are you doing here?"

No big machete, not blood and gore, no drinking blood from a skull.

Strange.

Hayden lets out another growl, trying to shake the hood off his head.

The Conflict

As Sean is prepping the Jeep, and the girls are making plans, at the same time that Hayden is making his way back towards where he figures Sean is. There are old cellphones going off. Everyday looking people answering.

It's interesting.

Really interesting honestly.

That something odd can cause in a normal situation.

And the four foreigners, are definately off in this community.

A phone beeps, "Weapons?"

Another phone dings, "Clubs and nets, no blades or bullets."

Fingers dance over a third phone's surface, "Kill or capture?"

Another phone, "Boss wants to talk to them."

And again, "Worried? Fine. Twelve. Hurry."

The first phone beeps one more time, "Muzzle the one with the big Gun. He looks like trouble."

Several people across the slums start to move. A pair of cars rolling up to neighbourhoods and people jumping in. And soon rolling. One car with six in it heading over to where Sean and Hayden are. While another head towards where Kat and Beth are located.

As Hayden comes up the street, Hayden notices as a rickshaw passes by him. He follows it's path, unable to see as a pair of grey eyes look out the side of it watching him. And then the person pulled buggy is off down the street. It passes right by where Sean is handling the Jeep.

Elsewhere, the girls may see a long red POS car roll by, and park up the street someways, maybe a block away. Casual in fact. Unassuming. And six jump out and onto the sidewalk. Three crossing the street to be across from the girls. While another three pace up to a nearby mystery meat stall.

At the same time Hayden quirks, odd...two women and a guy just posted up on a corner. Huh. Strange. And another three have just posted up near Sean.