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"Oh my god! Why do I see your face everywhere?
And did you just say your back at the bridge!?
Wh, Bu, Oh. Alright.
At least I know where you are, just stay put and don't get shot again alright." Anya's voice came across in a scolding manner, she didn't even realise or understand why the situation angered her. The more she thought about it the more Sigint's actions actually made sense. Also the more she began to realise that Sigint must be in possession of something that allowed her to override signals.
"Ok then Sigint." Said Anya as she calmed herself and navigated the crowd. "You can call me Kate. So Sigint, I'm hearing a lot of curiosity from you but not much appreciation, how about you start with the answers, like why are all these guys after you?"
It was then, five stories above her, a loud explosion suddenly tore through the sky as an apartment window was blown out by a massive fireball littering shattered glass and burning debris down onto the street far below.
Chaos once again reigned.
Anya picked up her pace and slipped into a nearby alley way that housed a small underground parking complex. Her escape didn't go completely unnoticed though.
"Hey Signal, any chance your voodoo can open this here garage door?"
Anya rattled the barricade searching for a physical lock or way in. Nothing.
The sound of heavy boots entering the dark alleyway could be heard at either end. Anya silently cursed to herself as she activated her camouflage outfit and pressed herself into a dark corner.
"Any second now Signal, just open it a foot then close it. C'mon and help an angel out."
And did you just say your back at the bridge!?
Wh, Bu, Oh. Alright.
At least I know where you are, just stay put and don't get shot again alright." Anya's voice came across in a scolding manner, she didn't even realise or understand why the situation angered her. The more she thought about it the more Sigint's actions actually made sense. Also the more she began to realise that Sigint must be in possession of something that allowed her to override signals.
"Ok then Sigint." Said Anya as she calmed herself and navigated the crowd. "You can call me Kate. So Sigint, I'm hearing a lot of curiosity from you but not much appreciation, how about you start with the answers, like why are all these guys after you?"
It was then, five stories above her, a loud explosion suddenly tore through the sky as an apartment window was blown out by a massive fireball littering shattered glass and burning debris down onto the street far below.
Chaos once again reigned.
Anya picked up her pace and slipped into a nearby alley way that housed a small underground parking complex. Her escape didn't go completely unnoticed though.
"Hey Signal, any chance your voodoo can open this here garage door?"
Anya rattled the barricade searching for a physical lock or way in. Nothing.
The sound of heavy boots entering the dark alleyway could be heard at either end. Anya silently cursed to herself as she activated her camouflage outfit and pressed herself into a dark corner.
"Any second now Signal, just open it a foot then close it. C'mon and help an angel out."
"Well that's fucking creepy..." Anya whispers to herself as a voice takes over her radio. Taking a quick glance towards the girl it seemed to definitely be her but how did she find her so fast? Why weren't her lips moving? How did she access the radio? Anya quickly rolled back to cover. Creepy little girls were the last of her worries.
With her location blown and her actions known she couldn't risk another shot. It was too risky now that she had lost the element of surprise.
Undoubtedly they would be working as a team providing cover and slowly moving forward. Anya was also weary that there would be more closing in around from behind.
Snatching up the radio it was time to move. Firing off a few pointless rounds Anya ran to the the apartment building stairwell. She moved with haste, the large sniper rifle awkwardly swaying around under her arm. As she began descending the stairs she decided to talk to this mysterious stranger.
"OK Got it, shoot for the kneecaps." Anya replied flatly to the voice's last request while rolling her eyes. Her voice was bumpy as she bounced down the steps in rapid succession.
"So who is this?" Anya finally asks as she pauses for a breath at a mid level.
"How can I be sure?" Was her instant follow up question.
As the voice on the radio talked Anya looked around the empty stairwell. Pleased by its in-occupancy she knelt down and began disassembling her rifle as much as possible.
"Look, just 'coz I pissed 'em off doesn't mean that they'll all be coming after me now. Your still the money target and top priority. You better not still be standing around smiling like some dork..."
Anya had stopped on this level deliberately. Hearing a door swing open somewhere in the stairwell below she knew it was time to act.
"Sorry, call you back in a minute darl."
With that she punched out the fire alarm with the walker-talkie. In a matter of minutes the apartment building complex erupted into a raging flood of chaos. Alarms were blaring, people were stumbling around screaming. Others banged heavily on others doors in worry while shouting. Some dashed panicky towards the stairwell clothed only in their sleeping gear. Everywhere people were scrambling around for one reason or another seeking safety and answers.
Anya tried not to laugh, the worry seemed to spread contagious through the building. She couldn't help herself from further instilling that panic by screaming lies at passing people only further feeding their fears and encouraging them more so to quickly vacate.
With the sirens screaming in her ear and her sniper parts bundled in her arms Anya used all the commotion to quickly slip into a recently vacated room. Locking the door behind her she got busily to work.
"Can you hear me?" Anya asks over her now modified hands-free head set connected to the walkie-talkie tucked into a small back pack on her back.
At her side she carried an old suitcase almost over flowing with clothes. Cleverly hidden throughout were her disassembled sniper rifle components. Moving with the crowd she just appeared as another worried resident leaving the building.
"Where are you now? Time to meet your guardian angel." Anya smirked as the words left her lips and she passed a confused and irritated operative. Thinking him a man of authority many of the confused crowd had surrounded him and began hurling questions his way.
@SIGINT
With her location blown and her actions known she couldn't risk another shot. It was too risky now that she had lost the element of surprise.
Undoubtedly they would be working as a team providing cover and slowly moving forward. Anya was also weary that there would be more closing in around from behind.
Snatching up the radio it was time to move. Firing off a few pointless rounds Anya ran to the the apartment building stairwell. She moved with haste, the large sniper rifle awkwardly swaying around under her arm. As she began descending the stairs she decided to talk to this mysterious stranger.
"OK Got it, shoot for the kneecaps." Anya replied flatly to the voice's last request while rolling her eyes. Her voice was bumpy as she bounced down the steps in rapid succession.
"So who is this?" Anya finally asks as she pauses for a breath at a mid level.
"How can I be sure?" Was her instant follow up question.
As the voice on the radio talked Anya looked around the empty stairwell. Pleased by its in-occupancy she knelt down and began disassembling her rifle as much as possible.
"Look, just 'coz I pissed 'em off doesn't mean that they'll all be coming after me now. Your still the money target and top priority. You better not still be standing around smiling like some dork..."
Anya had stopped on this level deliberately. Hearing a door swing open somewhere in the stairwell below she knew it was time to act.
"Sorry, call you back in a minute darl."
With that she punched out the fire alarm with the walker-talkie. In a matter of minutes the apartment building complex erupted into a raging flood of chaos. Alarms were blaring, people were stumbling around screaming. Others banged heavily on others doors in worry while shouting. Some dashed panicky towards the stairwell clothed only in their sleeping gear. Everywhere people were scrambling around for one reason or another seeking safety and answers.
Anya tried not to laugh, the worry seemed to spread contagious through the building. She couldn't help herself from further instilling that panic by screaming lies at passing people only further feeding their fears and encouraging them more so to quickly vacate.
With the sirens screaming in her ear and her sniper parts bundled in her arms Anya used all the commotion to quickly slip into a recently vacated room. Locking the door behind her she got busily to work.
"Can you hear me?" Anya asks over her now modified hands-free head set connected to the walkie-talkie tucked into a small back pack on her back.
At her side she carried an old suitcase almost over flowing with clothes. Cleverly hidden throughout were her disassembled sniper rifle components. Moving with the crowd she just appeared as another worried resident leaving the building.
"Where are you now? Time to meet your guardian angel." Anya smirked as the words left her lips and she passed a confused and irritated operative. Thinking him a man of authority many of the confused crowd had surrounded him and began hurling questions his way.
@SIGINT
Anya Alexi
Location: Outskirts of Frixion Prime
Note: Following on from @SIGINT's intro on character sheet.
Near the outskirts of the city, on top of the last tall building overlooking a long bridge, a sniper lay. Belly flat against the hard merciless concrete ledge, surrounded and embraced by the cold nights unforgiving air. A near full moon hung in the air behind them gifting illumination to the scene that unravelled below.
Through the sight of a military grade scope a young girl in her late teens could be seen upon the bridge. In minutes two teams of fully prepared and armed private enforcers suddenly emerged seemingly from nowhere. Moving with a professional haste and efficiency they quickly took formation around her. Although flanked and vastly outnumbered with nowhere to go, through the crosshairs trained on her face, the sniper saw no hints of concern or regret. In fact the target just smiled...
Was she bat shit crazy?
"no" Anya silently begged as the young girl stared defiantly at her accuser. Before she could retrain her scope a loud bang sliced into the nights still silence echoing violently through the air.
Anya never saw her tumble off the ledge, only catching the faint sound of a distant splash. The result of a long fall.
A second later the nearby radio buzzed to life with a static message. "Sec█ring th█ per█met█r █f th█ c█ty...t█rget ██ █ young woman ███████ █ ████n bodysuit, susp█ct█d to ██ ██ military-grade arms protection...do not █ngage with ballistic fir█..."
Frantically searching around, it was sometime later from the other side of the roof that Anya once again located the target in her sights.
The girl lay washed up on the riverbank like so many other discarded, broken and unwanted things. Drenched, injured and probably confused, Anya watched her as she futilely reached up for the moon.
She didn't seem so special. In fact she seemed barely alive. Anya wondered hard why such a high price was on this girls head. Literally. What was it about her that was worth so much?
"You better make me rich little girl." Anya whispers to herself as she loads her rifle and aims the barrel at her target."At the least you're paying for all this ammo, and you can buy me a damn strong drink!"
Next she flew through a rapid succession of holding her breath, squeezing the trigger, breathing out, reloading, breathing in, eyeing the scope, adjusting her aim and then again pulling the trigger.
Six silenced bullets pierced the cold nights air ending their journey with a wet "Thwack" followed by a small red spray and the thud of a falling body. With those six shots Anya took out 5 operatives, including the lead commander, from her advantageous position. It was only then that they finally caught on to her hiding spot and began sending back stray bullets in her general direction.
Rolling to safety Anya contemplated what to do next as a symphony of bullets whirled loosely over her head. The reasons why she didn't just shoot the girl herself and take the bounty wasn't due to apparent age or gender, God and a few vile men knew that she had killed younger and more innocent targets for less. No. She wasn't aiding her because it was unfair or the right thing to do either. It wasn't out of some sense of heroic honour or righteous justice.
No, the simple fact as she told herself was that what ever this girl had or knew would be far more valuable and advantageous in her own hands over who ever the hell hired all these goons.
Despite this self justification deep down, truly, she would find any excuse to save her. Un-admittedly Anya knew all to well the pain of having a faceless corporation wrench your life away from under your own feet in pursuit of their own selfish greedy agendas. Secretly she always hoped to someday stumble across those responsible for robbing her of her own childhood.
Maybe this girl could be that key. If she could keep her alive.
I dibs first interaction with @SIGINT when his/her character is approved.
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Already working on the post :p
XD
Already working on the post :p
Vivian
Greenhaven
40
Vivian gasped finally realising who it was that was approaching her. Rowlet had noticed the group long before anyone else and alerted Viv. Nervously standing beside her tent with a lantern in hand, Vivian nearly dropped it when Elly fell to the floor. Brimming with excitement she ran forward to meet and embrace her friend. She could hardly keep up with all her words but wanted to hear more.
Vivian quickly addresses her busy Pokemon as she leads her guests to her large tent.
"All right guys, snack time! Thank you very much, Great start all."
Inside the tent, as she hangs up her lantern she ushers her friends and company to take a seat on the many pillows scattered about. She fills some bowls with Pokemon snacks while simultaneous offering her friends a warm drink from a thermos flask.
"I'm so glad you made it! I think we're nearly through." Vivian says excitedly before she paused and her brows furrowed. "Wait... Did you say you ran into more poachers?" she asks with concern, clearly annoyed by the thought.
Vivian let out a yawn and rubbed the sleep from her tired eyes as she took a seat on her deflated air bed. Ferroseed came up seeking attention and Vivian carefully pet and fed it. Flabebe happily caught up with trubbish floating all around introducing it to the others.
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Azerus Jr
Greenhaven
43
The machine was up and working. Azerus learnt that it was used to transport pokemon to a safe and friendly pokemon ranch where they could live freely. That after all was the organisations way. AJ started to understand where this mechanic was coming from. Unfortunately there was no secret way out. The mechanic, who was simply that, called his boss and assured Azerus that someone was on their way to help them out.
In the meantime the trapped men slept and waited. One of the doors Azerus noticed earlier led to the living area that held a small kitchen, bathroom and bed area. The other door was still locked and out of bounds.
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Arex Thorn
Location: Lost in Rzail
A heavy boot crunches down on the decaying debris that covers much of the ground beneath it. The sound had become the symphony of his stride. The twilight sky above had not left him for what should have been many days and nights by now, instead following him monotonously as he walked drudgingly over the barren landscape.
The very air itself tasted foul, and there was naught vegetation to be found. For Arex it had become obviously clear that he had been abandoned here to die. But Arex didn't die so easily.
Arex marched endlessly, without direction. He walked for so long that his mind retreated from thought and he basically became an autonomous machine. He had long since lost track of time when the dull flat scenery finally broke and gave way to a petrified forest.
It was in there that he found a hermit rancher who's sanity was far waning. Having fallen in love with the few remaining beasts that he had, the rancher refused to eat them. Instead living on a diet of charcoal, petrified wood and unwary visitors. Arex put the wiry old man out of his delusional misery. He added him to the many skulls of aboriginals and his once suspected family that filled the dugout basement beneath the little shack. Finally Arex could eat and rest.
Time passed as he regained his strength. He dwelled here in recovery for some time. Amongst the shambles of clutter that fill the abode Arex stumbled across info of the Karnorouri’s Pillar. The rancher was seemingly obsessed with it. Chalk notes of nonsense were littered through out pages of books and piled in draws. Scribbles and sketches reached across furniture and walls. Admits all the madness Arex found interest in what the man sought to uncover.
Maybe the insanity was becoming infectious.
Maybe he just saw something of truth and promises in the blurry darkness.
Either way, over the next few days he would eat the last wild pig-like creature and then with a few decipherable notes in hand head off in the direction of the pillar in search of 'Doch Moi' and its lost treasures.
Dr. Jonathan Baynard
Location:Port of Tortuga
The words meanings escaped Jon's mind even though they had reached his ears clearly. The recent kick already forgotten now as he tried to piece together what just happened.
He looked blankly at Millicent, confused and disappointed he stared longingly at her as he awaited her reaction for guidance.
Despite knowing better he had fallen for her story himself. Now he was waiting for some sudden action or proposal from her that would somehow rectify all this.
Was this some cruel joke or taunting jest? Was there some sick mockery at play.
He had come so close...
Millicent was right there.
Who in their right mind would pay the asking price for Jon now, let alone double!?
He made sense of the insensible situation by accepting it without question. Instead his mind followed his eyes to ponder upon who this new lady was that paid so generously for him.
The 'Honourable Miss Alice Blackwood'. Jon prided himself on his strong ability for memorisation, but after his beating and recent events, his brain was a bit slow to tick over. The name strung a chord that resonated within his skull. If he wasn't so caught up in the term 'honourable' being used here of all places while purchasing a slave, he might have caught on a bit sooner. But slowly the pieces clicked into place.
Her accent, that attire, the person standing over her shoulder, her mannerism and the abundance of coin. She was 'that' Blackwood...
Jon remained speechless, contemplating what all this could mean. He looked around expectantly, waiting to see what happens next. He still wasn't sure if this was good or bad thing. Real or just a ruse. Was he even awake or was this all just some ill conceived sea-sickness induced delirium.
Only time would tell.
@Circ
Sorry I just want to make sure I have this right.
This is a jump in for anyone?
Are the rumours of what lay hidden enough of a hook for outside characters?
Are we waiting on anything in particular to begin or can we post when ready?
Thanks!
This should get interesting.
Sorry I just want to make sure I have this right.
This is a jump in for anyone?
Are the rumours of what lay hidden enough of a hook for outside characters?
Are we waiting on anything in particular to begin or can we post when ready?
Thanks!
This should get interesting.
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