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Recollections: Magnanimous (A unique Urban-fantasy rp)

i am here to lay down my interest in the above production

The Ward

Puttin down my interest

Coil: Pantheon Divided (A Modern Day Mythology/Urban-Fantasy)

Neil Gray, Reincarnation of Khonsu

"You wanted me. Here I am." .............................................................................

████████████████████████████ ███████████ CHARACTER NAME HERE Neil Gray ████████████████████████████ ████████████████ GOD/GODDESS OF X God of the Moon | 27 | 6'0 | Khonsu | Middle Eastern/Caucasian | 140lb | ████████████████████████████ ████████████████ PANTHEON HERE Egyptian Khonsu is the Egyptian god of the moon and time. He is often thought of as a protectorate and a god of healing, this was not always the case however as early parts of Egyptian history characterise him as violent and bloodthirsty. in the Cannibal Hymn he is referred to as "Khonsu who lives on hearts". Commonly he is thought of as a compassionate god nowadays. His name, while in dispute, is most often seen as meaning "to travel" which refers to his journeys across the sky to the moon. In spite of conflicting information, Khonsu is most commonly seen as a defender who watches over fellow travellers in the night, as well as being depicted in multiple radically different mortal aspects or associating with fellow gods in his pantheon. ███████████████████████████ ███████████ APPEARANCE  APPEARANCE "Appearances are often deceiving." Gray is a worrisome presence to be sure, years of living among the streets drifting from place to place have left him looking perpetually dishevelled and unapproachable. His hair is long, shaggy and unwashed and reaches down to his neck. His stubble is patchy and uneven as though it has been shaved improperly with a switchblade, which is a safe bet. His face in general carries a number of nicks and scars from everywhere to his lips and chin to his cheeks and forehead. Not helping his unwelcoming visage is the perpetual half-smile or neutral placid expression on his face. Being homeless of course doesn't give Gray a wide variety of fashion options. He is always dressed in a faded green field jacket which is several sizes too big for him and always closed. A pair of scuffed up dark brown khakis and a pair of well worn black boots on his feet, his khaki pants always tucked in to protect them from muck and rain. If of course the weather takes a turn for the worst he will opt to put on a maroon beanie and some fingerless black wool gloves. A look at Gray may lead a person to the conclusion that he was handsome, once. While he formerly had an unremarkable but at least healthy build it has now given way to a far more lithe almost teetering on emaciated figure. Not that they are seen by anyone due to the bagginess of his clothing but he also carries a few tattoos on his person. a chain that swirls around his left arm from his shoulder to his hand and the head of a falcon on the palm of his right hand.

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PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY

"Truly. I interest you so?"

Vague, elusive, eccentric. If one were being polite this would be some of the keywords they would use to describe Gray. More commonly however the keyword is 'freak'.

Gray is, for human standards never mind a bum, unfailingly polite and patient with people. But it comes with an unnerving serenity, an unblinking gaze and slightly cocked smile that consistently seems to allude that Gray is privy to far more than his conversation partner could comprehend. Gray is passive even in the face of verbal or, rarely, physical confrontation. It could be owed to a lifetime of substance abuse and/or some form of mental condition but Gray could also possibly do it as a defence mechanism. In his mind it is easier to let people vent at him than it is to challenge.

Gray is very often lethargic or deliberate and to the point in his manner of speaking. As said he is polite but he is also tactlessly blunt at times. Owing it to others to be kind yet give his honest thoughts and opinions should he need to, this couple with his previously mentioned misinterpreted condescension to people typically ends in him being dismissed if he's lucky. But then all this is assuming the average person would even desire to talk to him at all.

There is a darker side to Gray. While appearing outwardly calm and disengaged with reality he is actually quite melancholic in ways he himself has never understood. Self-destruction is his most frequently recurring fault. Diluting his senses and feelings through drugs or putting the happiness and comfort of others far above his own. It may sound selfless but Gray himself frequently struggles to discern if his personality is true kindness or if he simply enjoys the idea of him being kind. While he projects an aura of control and understanding, Gray is a wreak within, struggling with issues of self-doubt, isolation and at his darkest, regarding himself as something less than human.

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BACKSTORY
BACKSTORY

"Look at your hands. Cared for. Respectable. Clean. My hands? Not so much."

A businessman - flushed with cash from some recent financial success and intoxicated on an expenses paid vacation from the company. Decided to celebrate in America the only way a single rich man could, excessive proposition of prostitutes. Of course one thing led to another as these situations are want to do and one of his conquests of the night ended up bearing a child. Gray was never sure if perhaps she couldn't bring herself to get rid of him or if she tried and it didn't take. All he knows is that his knowledge of his parents ends there and picks up to where he becomes a ward of the state.

Gray was raised in St. Agnes orphanage, a strictly catholic orphanage that had sermons and Sunday school sessions as mandatory parts of their charges routines. As he was left there as an infant, the staff took it upon themselves to christen and name him Neil Gray - Gray being one of their go to surnames for when they were given a completely unnamed child. As he grew, Gray was noted to have difficulty expressing himself, not even saying his first word until he was a year and a half old and requiring on and off speech therapy when he was younger. Despite this however, he was seen as a happy and friendly - if somewhat shy - member of the orphanage.

It was a surprise then to the staff when as he reached high school age he seemed to regress inward as his studies passed him by. As far as they discerned from teachers he wasn't any trouble nor was he being treated poorly by his classmates. He simply seemed to switch off when at school. In spite of their many attempts otherwise the nuns at the orphanage could not seem to get Neil to take his studies seriously and with an orphanage full of children of varying ages, he couldn't be prioritised over them either. As he neared his eighteenth birthday it became increasingly clear Neil was not graduating from high school.

Then he left.

They had been kind to him and he was privately sorry to have let them down but schooling did not ever make sense to Gray, he didn't understand it and in his mind it had made it perfectly clear it didn't understand him. He hugged the nuns and pastors who had ostensibly been his family, shook the hands of his friends and left St. Agnes. Then walked. Walked in whatever direction took his fancy. Left the town, left the city, left the country. Gone.

The initial years were difficult. Adapting to new customs and a vastly different manner of living, Gray was spaced out and moved from place to place, taking whatever jobs he scrounged up and sleeping in anyplace he was able, from the kindness of strangers to on a soiled mattress under the stars. It suited him well enough, new people new places. He got smarter and more attuned to it as the years went by. How to scrounge up a decent meal if need be, how to make a dollar last several days, who to talk to and what to say when he arrived in a new place. He was a nomad and that was fine enough for him.

But then, as it often does, life came in to complicate things for him. It began small. Strange distorted visions through the eyes of other people that Gray continued to write off as dreams or bad trips and lingering highs. But it eventually became undeniable to him when his hand shot out a short beam of pure white light in the middle of a full moon.

Thinking it was about time to leave and trying to wrap his head over how his simple existence had became so cluttered and confusing to him yet again, he set off for the bright distant lights of New York City. Even if he'd wanted to put the strangeness behind him (and he did) it became a complete non option when he woke up one morning in an alley to find a letter placed deliberately on his chest. Inviting him, by name. Finding him in the middle of basically nowhere. Telling him that despite his repeated attempts in life to act otherwise. He was important.

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ABILITIES
ABILITIES

"I preferred to simply be Gray. I will never truly be again."

Light Beams: Perhaps playing on Khonsu's dominion over the moon, Gray's main form of offensive capabilities is a light shining through the darkness. The beams are slightly situational, they pack a decent punch regardless but require an effort-ed swing of the arm to be called forth, are a little slower moving than you'd expect basically a laser to be and are powered partially by the cycle of the moon. This goes both ways however, as the moon is closer to shining fully to the earth so to does the beam brighten and become whiter in colour as well as doing a considerably larger amount of damage.

Stains Of Time: What was, what may be and what will be. Gray is still technically a mortal body however so able to mentally cope with the power of a god of time he is not. More accurate to describe these instances would be flashes, occuring at random and typically being more hurt than help. Unique among the other Returned is that Khonsu's dominion over time gives Gray occasional glimpses into the eyes of past incarnations to memories from Khonsu himself.

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LIMITS/WEAKNESSES
LIMITS/WEAKNESSES

"Divinity. With a cost, of course."

As stated, Gray's visions of the past and future are extremely temperamental and mostly random. He struggles to maintain a hold on these visions also, likening them as similar to dreams, with only extremely noteworthy or visceral visions managing to be held on to and remembered. Furthermore, glimpses into the future can only seem to show what might be most of the time. In general, whether perhaps due to his drug use or simply mortal frame, Gray seems to also give the impression of only scratching the surface of the abilities Khonsu has bestowed him and seems unwilling to experiment further with them.

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OTHER
OTHER

"Until we meet again."

The insight to past incarnations has greatly worsened Gray's feelings of self doubt and distress. He has seen people who are and are not him be cruel and kind in equal measure. Whether due to Khonsu's nature or his own he is unsure, but the knowledge of this nauseates him.

Coil: Pantheon Divided (A Modern Day Mythology/Urban-Fantasy)

Neil Gray, Reincarnation of Khonsu

"You wanted me. Here I am." .............................................................................

████████████████████████████ ███████████ CHARACTER NAME HERE Neil Gray ████████████████████████████ ████████████████ GOD/GODDESS OF X God of the Moon | 27 | 6'0 | Khonsu | Middle Eastern/Caucasian | 140lb | ████████████████████████████ ████████████████ PANTHEON HERE Egyptian Khonsu is the Egyptian god of the moon and time. He is often thought of as a protectorate and a god of healing, this was not always the case however as early parts of Egyptian history characterise him as violent and bloodthirsty. in the Cannibal Hymn he is referred to as "Khonsu who lives on hearts". Commonly he is thought of as a compassionate god nowadays. His name, while in dispute, is most often seen as meaning "to travel" which refers to his journeys across the sky to the moon. In spite of conflicting information, Khonsu is most commonly seen as a defender who watches over fellow travellers in the night, as well as being depicted in multiple radically different mortal aspects or associating with fellow gods in his pantheon. ███████████████████████████ ███████████ APPEARANCE  APPEARANCE "Appearances are often deceiving." Gray is a worrisome presence to be sure, years of living among the streets drifting from place to place have left him looking perpetually dishevelled and unapproachable. His hair is long, shaggy and unwashed and reaches down to his neck. His stubble is patchy and uneven as though it has been shaved improperly with a switchblade, which is a safe bet. His face in general carries a number of nicks and scars from everywhere to his lips and chin to his cheeks and forehead. Not helping his unwelcoming visage is the perpetual half-smile or neutral placid expression on his face. Being homeless of course doesn't give Gray a wide variety of fashion options. He is always dressed in a faded green field jacket which is several sizes too big for him and always closed. A pair of scuffed up dark brown khakis and a pair of well worn black boots on his feet, his khaki pants always tucked in to protect them from muck and rain. If of course the weather takes a turn for the worst he will opt to put on a maroon beanie and some fingerless black wool gloves. A look at Gray may lead a person to the conclusion that he was handsome, once. While he formerly had an unremarkable but at least healthy build it has now given way to a far more lithe almost teetering on emaciated figure. Not that they are seen by anyone due to the bagginess of his clothing but he also carries a few tattoos on his person. a chain that swirls around his left arm from his shoulder to his hand and the head of a falcon on the palm of his right hand.

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PERSONALITY
PERSONALITY

"Truly. I interest you so?"

Vague, elusive, eccentric. If one were being polite this would be some of the keywords they would use to describe Gray. More commonly however the keyword is 'freak'.

Gray is, for human standards never mind a bum, unfailingly polite and patient with people. But it comes with an unnerving serenity, an unblinking gaze and slightly cocked smile that consistently seems to allude that Gray is privy to far more than his conversation partner could comprehend. Gray is passive even in the face of verbal or, rarely, physical confrontation. It could be owed to a lifetime of substance abuse and/or some form of mental condition but Gray could also possibly do it as a defence mechanism. In his mind it is easier to let people vent at him than it is to challenge.

Gray is very often lethargic or deliberate and to the point in his manner of speaking. As said he is polite but he is also tactlessly blunt at times. Owing it to others to be kind yet give his honest thoughts and opinions should he need to, this couple with his previously mentioned misinterpreted condescension to people typically ends in him being dismissed if he's lucky. But then all this is assuming the average person would even desire to talk to him at all.

There is a darker side to Gray. While appearing outwardly calm and disengaged with reality he is actually quite melancholic in ways he himself has never understood. Self-destruction is his most frequently recurring fault. Diluting his senses and feelings through drugs or putting the happiness and comfort of others far above his own. It may sound selfless but Gray himself frequently struggles to discern if his personality is true kindness or if he simply enjoys the idea of him being kind. While he projects an aura of control and understanding, Gray is a wreak within, struggling with issues of self-doubt, isolation and at his darkest, regarding himself as something less than human.

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BACKSTORY
BACKSTORY

"Look at your hands. Cared for. Respectable. Clean. My hands? Not so much."

A businessman - flushed with cash from some recent financial success and intoxicated on an expenses paid vacation from the company. Decided to celebrate in America the only way a single rich man could, excessive proposition of prostitutes. Of course one thing led to another as these situations are want to do and one of his conquests of the night ended up bearing a child. Gray was never sure if perhaps she couldn't bring herself to get rid of him or if she tried and it didn't take. All he knows is that his knowledge of his parents ends there and picks up to where he becomes a ward of the state.

Gray was raised in St. Agnes orphanage, a strictly catholic orphanage that had sermons and Sunday school sessions as mandatory parts of their charges routines. As he was left there as an infant, the staff took it upon themselves to christen and name him Neil Gray - Gray being one of their go to surnames for when they were given a completely unnamed child. As he grew, Gray was noted to have difficulty expressing himself, not even saying his first word until he was a year and a half old and requiring on and off speech therapy when he was younger. Despite this however, he was seen as a happy and friendly - if somewhat shy - member of the orphanage.

It was a surprise then to the staff when as he reached high school age he seemed to regress inward as his studies passed him by. As far as they discerned from teachers he wasn't any trouble nor was he being treated poorly by his classmates. He simply seemed to switch off when at school. In spite of their many attempts otherwise the nuns at the orphanage could not seem to get Neil to take his studies seriously and with an orphanage full of children of varying ages, he couldn't be prioritised over them either. As he neared his eighteenth birthday it became increasingly clear Neil was not graduating from high school.

Then he left.

They had been kind to him and he was privately sorry to have let them down but schooling did not ever make sense to Gray, he didn't understand it and in his mind it had made it perfectly clear it didn't understand him. He hugged the nuns and pastors who had ostensibly been his family, shook the hands of his friends and left St. Agnes. Then walked. Walked in whatever direction took his fancy. Left the town, left the city, left the country. Gone.

The initial years were difficult. Adapting to new customs and a vastly different manner of living, Gray was spaced out and moved from place to place, taking whatever jobs he scrounged up and sleeping in anyplace he was able, from the kindness of strangers to on a soiled mattress under the stars. It suited him well enough, new people new places. He got smarter and more attuned to it as the years went by. How to scrounge up a decent meal if need be, how to make a dollar last several days, who to talk to and what to say when he arrived in a new place. He was a nomad and that was fine enough for him.

But then, as it often does, life came in to complicate things for him. It began small. Strange distorted visions through the eyes of other people that Gray continued to write off as dreams or bad trips and lingering highs. But it eventually became undeniable to him when his hand shot out a short beam of pure white light in the middle of a full moon.

Thinking it was about time to leave and trying to wrap his head over how his simple existence had became so cluttered and confusing to him yet again, he set off for the bright distant lights of New York City. Even if he'd wanted to put the strangeness behind him (and he did) it became a complete non option when he woke up one morning in an alley to find a letter placed deliberately on his chest. Inviting him, by name. Finding him in the middle of basically nowhere. Telling him that despite his repeated attempts in life to act otherwise. He was important.

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ABILITIES
ABILITIES

"I preferred to simply be Gray. I will never truly be again."

Light Beams: Perhaps playing on Khonsu's dominion over the moon, Gray's main form of offensive capabilities is a light shining through the darkness. The beams are slightly situational, they pack a decent punch regardless but require an effort-ed swing of the arm to be called forth, are a little slower moving than you'd expect basically a laser to be and are powered partially by the cycle of the moon. This goes both ways however, as the moon is closer to shining fully to the earth so to does the beam brighten and become whiter in colour as well as doing a considerably larger amount of damage.

Stains Of Time: What was, what may be and what will be. Gray is still technically a mortal body however so able to mentally cope with the power of a god of time he is not. More accurate to describe these instances would be flashes, occuring at random and typically being more hurt than help. Unique among the other Returned is that Khonsu's dominion over time gives Gray occasional glimpses into the eyes of past incarnations to memories from Khonsu himself.

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LIMITS/WEAKNESSES
LIMITS/WEAKNESSES

"Divinity. With a cost, of course."

As stated, Gray's visions of the past and future are extremely temperamental and mostly random. He struggles to maintain a hold on these visions also, likening them as similar to dreams, with only extremely noteworthy or visceral visions managing to be held on to and remembered. Furthermore, glimpses into the future can only seem to show what might be most of the time. In general, whether perhaps due to his drug use or simply mortal frame, Gray seems to also give the impression of only scratching the surface of the abilities Khonsu has bestowed him and seems unwilling to experiment further with them.

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OTHER
OTHER

"Until we meet again."

The insight to past incarnations has greatly worsened Gray's feelings of self doubt and distress. He has seen people who are and are not him be cruel and kind in equal measure. Whether due to Khonsu's nature or his own he is unsure, but the knowledge of this nauseates him.

Coil: Pantheon Divided (A Modern Day Mythology/Urban-Fantasy)

raven from ecw lethargic shrug, yeah man let's do this thing

Nomadic Odyssey: Fallen Virtue [Cancelled]

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Gold City - Office Gardens

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Jim Baxter sat and exhaled loudly, closing his eyes and listening to the birds chirp around him as he placed his lunch on the table. He'd been averse to some swanky rooftop garden on his building but had come to almost desperately require its presence. It centred him. As he slid out the foil wrapped packaging and began to unwrap it to eat, a new sound permeated his gardens that did not centre him whatsoever.

Clack.
Clack.
Clack.

Jim turned to face a man, most certainly not an employee, saunter to his domain as if he belonged here more than Baxter himself did. The individual was odd, wearing a dark brown cowboy hat, black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, navy blue jeans and dark brown cowboy boots, all with a black duffel bag slung around his shoulder. Baxter was trying hard enough to figure this intruder out that it didn't even further register to him as odd that the man sat right next to him until after a few seconds. He scanned the rest of the gardens with all of its empty chairs and tables before turning back to the man.

"Plenty other places to sit, my friend" He stated with more than a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Antarctica, some odd months, ago you and your company got that sought after ol' contract to strip the conflict zone for all its useful salvage. Which, I imagine for a killer robot, is pretty substantial." The man said in an even tone, interrupting Baxter and leaning back nonchalantly.

"Wh- Are you insane, friend? Who the hell even are you?" Jim sputtered out, his voice raising in anger as he stood up prepared to call for security.

Voyt turned to face Jim Baxter, putting his hat slightly further up so he could look the businessman in the eyes.

"Lauren Baxter. On her second year at G.C.U. Studyin', I believe, biochemical engineerin'. Smart kid." Voyt slowly stood up himself as Jim Baxter's face began to turn from anger to concern.

"I say this. because." Voyt, with inhuman speed, unholstered a revolver and pointed it at Jim Baxter's face. "If you don't answer my questions in a way I deem satisfactory. I'm gonna have to pay her a visit after I deal with you."

Voyt pulled back the hammer with a mechanical click that made Baxter involuntarily gulp.

"Wh- what do y-you want to know?" Jim said, the gravity setting in as he held up both hands defensively.

"From what I hear you an your boys stripped the place clean, part from one important piece of salvage. The power stone. Who's got it?" Voyt asked.

"I- I don't know? I-"

"Wrong answer." Voyt said, interrupting Baxter's explanation. He began advancing as Jim backed away in fear - the gun inches away from his nose. He stopped once he hit the end of the roof, the waist high wall doing nothing to hide the sheer drop from his building.

"I've had enough 'conversations' with your higher ups to know its company policy to try and get its salvaged tech back into workin' condition then sell it for a higher mark up. Like say, some drones Oh-One was usin'. Even if ya can't get the drones themselves in workin' order you can still strip em for parts. For example, their records." Voyt said.

"As far as I've been told, only folk that would have clearance to go through those records. Would be whatever unmarked personnel you authorised. And you."

Baxter's breath became shaky as Voyt took another step forward, sending the CEO leaning even closer over the edge. He shut his eyes, centred himself, and opened them with a soft exhale.

"We did manage to recover some footage while the rider broad's camera was focused on the fight. It isn't anything concrete but we at least have them close to where the stone was kept and eked out some physical descriptions." Baxter managed to say, albeit in a slow and deliberate manner.

"Enlighten me."

"Well, based on records from the rider lady, we think the person who had the best chance to take the stone was-"

Baxter was cut off as a wave of pure green energy slammed into the building behind him. The force of impact knocked Jim forward in a heap on the floor and caused Voyt to stumble backwards. He unholstered his other gun and pointed it in the direction of the blast before the huge screen adorning another adjacent building lit up with the unwelcome helmeted visage of Voyt's employer.

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"Citizens of Gold City," Abel stated, "You know who I am so I'll skip the pleasantries, it has come to the attention of MIRAGE that there is a Power Stone located here."

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Voyt narrowed his eyes. He then turned to see Jim Baxter all but throw himself into the elevator, then began pounding at the first floor button for at least several seconds before the doors slowly shut. Voyt simply stared in annoyance at Baxter's attempt to flee.

"Hrn."

He turned back to the screen.

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"You have thirty minutes to place that Power Stone in my hand or I will burn this city to ash."

At this point, every monitor displayed a red countdown from thirty minutes.

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Voyt's knuckles turned white as his fist tightened.

"Abel you moron." He muttered to himself before looking down at the carnage below. If Abel wanted to do things the hard way then that was fine by Voyt, he had a lead, Jill had relatively few confidants that he knew of, least of all ones combat ready enough to go to Antartica with her. If one of them had the power stone, Voyt was going to find it.

In spite of Abel and his tactless way of doing things.

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Gold City - Alleyways

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It had been a turbulent few months.

The jubilation and sheer happiness that had arisen once Oh-One was soundly defeated was offset by the unrest that followed. For though the heroes had persevered and ultimately triumphed in the snow, the world had still come terrifyingly close to death. With many of the nomads either critically injured or elsewhere or merely in hiding after the fight, Cain had taken it upon himself to keep Gold City secure in the months that followed. Would be gangs and nomads who hoped to cash in on the city's fragile state were returned beaten to an inch of their life. Or dead. Citing only a raggedy looking man as being the cause.

Cain had considered it something of a penance for not being in Antarctica where his presence could have prevented the injury or death of others. Prior to now he felt things were secure enough that he could continue his investigation, until the first volley of energy slammed into Gold City's streets.

Cain stood above the opportunistic looter, watched him spasm at his feet before drifting painfully into unconsciousness. Cain turned his gaze at the frightened family the looter was preparing to alleviate of their supplies.

"Find somewhere below ground. Don't lose track of one another and until you find somewhere to hide. Don't stop running." Cain kept his face obscured from the family as they rushed past him out into the streets. A mother and her two children. He hoped for the best but right now was sure the worst hadn't even come yet.

Cain's body broke apart as he drifted out onto the streets himself, next to an electronics store where the row of TVs behind a window lit up.

Even though he remembered exactly how MIRAGE's Operatives looked and behaved he still took a moment to register the man before him. It had been far, far too long.

'All this time I've been hunting you down, Abel. Yet here you are. Straight to me.'

He couldnt hear Abel's spiel from the display TVs but every other screen in Gold City carried the armoured terrorists face and voice clear enough. Even still, Abel's words fell right off Cain as he looked to the sky and saw that abomination of a helicarrier.

Cain did not even feel himself moving or his hands sharpen into claws as he walked towards the helicarrier off in the distance.

Nomadic Odyssey: Fallen Virtue [Cancelled]

Neon Rainbow: Kings & Queens of Miami (Quirky gang satire set in a Neon-aesthetic Miami)

Nomadic Odyssey: Fallen Virtue [Cancelled]

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Gold City - City Square

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"Yes we... We are now receiving reports that some unknown assailants have engaged the cyborg known as Oh-One; confirming that there have indeed been survivors from the planes shot down over the Antarctic."

The giant screen illuminated the mass crowd collective fear. Families gripping one another tightly and couples whispering support to each other as the newscaster struggled to maintain an air of professionalism over her obvious fear at the situation. Cain stood still among the crowd, normally he would be considerably more reserved at concealing his face but even with the sheer size of of people surrounding the square he felt secure, all eyes were placed solely on the screen. Wondering if at any second their lives would be extinguished in an instant.

"Despite the cyborg downing several MAVERICK aircrafts mere moments ago, our chopper remains airborne for the moment but our cameras are having difficulty seeing through the fog. However as best as we have been able to make out, three individuals have arrived at the tower created by Oh-One and are attempting to subdue it." The newscaster said. Footage splicing in beside her showing shaky footage from the helicopter, though difficult to see it was clear enough that Oh-One was firing beams of energy against two opponents, before being knocked back by an unseen third.

The mention of MAVERICK made Cain's skin crawl but even he didn't take much pleasure in their deaths, if at least because they never even got to try and slow Oh-One before being disposed of. Cain quickly disregarded that thought as he saw the footage however, though difficult to make out he found Justin's beams of energy and sound scythes unmistakable, which must mean the errant rocket came from Oh-Seven - certainly can't have been from a MAVERICK trooper. The third individual Cain couldn't make out at all however but his mind was already preoccupied.

Justin... Cain had met him and Oh-Seven not too long before they set off for the Arctic. Words and eventually fists were thrown between him and the half-cyborg but ultimately they reached... Something very slightly resembling an understanding. Truthfully Cain hadn't even expected him to make it out that far let alone face Oh-One head on. Cain had continued to wallow in despair and cynicism but seeing those planes go down, seeing Justin and Oh-Seven and seeing the faces of the crowd around him. He couldn't help but feel guilty at how selfish he'd been.

"The... Yes, one of the suspected nomads is now fighting Oh-One directly. We have lost sight of the other two but our cameras are picking up more figures among the snow!" The newscaster added, a twinge of hope emerging in her voice as she pressed two fingers against her ear so as to not miss even a second of information.

"We have received word that the jet sent by the Justice Riders have dispatched a rider that is nearing Oh-One's tower! The jet itself may be moving in further but its speed and the weather conditions are making tracking difficult, we will be sure to keep everyone informed as-"

A cheer went up from the crowd at the mention of the Justice Riders presence. The air of fear and uncertainty was still very much present but it felt now like the people had a fighting chance. The cheers only intensified when the newscaster switched to the feed supplied directly from the camera-bot of Justice Rider Blaze, driving fearlessly towards Oh-One's twisted machine.

Cain narrowed his eyes as he stared at the screen before looking up into the sky. It was snowing. Another sensation he had lost since the accident. Yet he could see the people in the crowd give no care as their spirits began to heighten. He did not know the Justice Rider on the bike beyond the odd episode he'd seen, all he could truly think was that even if she made it on time there would have to be a good deal more people at the site if the world had a chance at stopping whatever Oh-One's plans were.

But, for the moment, they had hope. Perhaps that might be enough.