Heat

Frontier Justice (Wild West RP) [Closed Down]

Horace went down in a heap as three bullets slammed into him, two in his lower body and one right into his neck. He dropped the loot from the store which rolled in front of him. Some if it sprayed out of the bag as Owen watched his fellow outlaw and friend go down in a heap. He paused in his run to help Horace up when he noticed the pool of blood coming from his throat, he was a dead. With a look of rage Owen glared at Ellis then fired off three shots, two of them slammed into the outside of the building while the third knocked Ellis in the lower back. It was not life threatening but it would sting worse than a rattlesnake's bite. His shots fired inside the tavern took down two men, dropping on dead instantly and severely wounding another.

Back towards the store the shopkeeper had picked back up his gun, from his position on the ground he squeezed off a shot which hit Owen in the arm. The outlaw screamed in pain and shock before he grabbed the loot bag and dashed away, out of the sight from the main street. No need for two of them to die in this town.

Towards the bank Rio and Dillard sprinted to their horses, as one of them climbed on-board his steed the other one saw two townsfolk jog towards him. As Rio saddled in, one of the townsfolk rose a revolver at Dillard, the other one had a rifle. Each of them fired shots, the rifle wielder pulling the lever as their shot sailed wide from the outlaw duo. The six gun shooter fired three shots off, two of them impacted into the dirt while the third nailed Dillard in the right ear. He shrieked out in pain as a large chunk of his ear was shot off. He quickly jolted his horse forward, one hand clenching his fresh bullet wound. Rio pointed his revolver backwards, surprise on his face at his companion getting shot by one of the civilians. He squeezed the trigger twice, then dashed after Dillard. One of the townsfolk went down in a heap as a bullet hit them in the side of the head, the other beside him immediately dropped his weapon and tried to aid the injured man. It was no use, one more innocent death. Both outlaws darted out of town.

Meanwhile the action continued inside the tavern...

Clay was still behind the bar, though a few others pitched in aid, some were outsiders and others were locals. A mustached traveler who was chatting up the cigar salesman had drawn both of his Colts and fired off a couple of shots at some of the outlaws, taking down to one the side. He then went down in a heap with a shot to the neck. The two brothers had produced their own weapons and fired at the outlaws to the back, taking down two, but unfortunately they too both dropped dead as they were overwhelmed by the well armed thugs. Another mustached outsider fired at the outlaws, taking down the third of Dewey's friends but he too was brought down in a bloody heap. Another outsider, a black man had drawn his set of revolvers but went down as Dewey put two shots into his upper body. The outlaw ducked back into cover.

Clayton's eyes were wide open as his ears rang from so much gunfire, he glanced at Sophie and Isadora on the other side of the bar. He tried to catch his breath, then noticed the fifth outlaw approaching him. He quickly reloaded his revolver, only having enough time to place one bullet in the chamber, then he rose up his six-shooter towards the outlaw, his hand shaking. He seemed to catch the scoundrel by surprise as he slammed a bullet into the thug's chest, as the outlaw fell back with a scream.

"We're getting the hell out of here! Everyone out!" Foster shouted as he dashed towards the window Owen had gone through. But at that same moment William Beck showed signs of life as he grasped his revolver with his good hand, then emptied the rest of the bullets at Foster. The outlaw shrieked as one clipped him in the arm, another in back. He struggled to go through the window, then on pure adrenaline dashed away. As Clayton popped his head back up to see if any were left, he watched his own dad get shot down dead as Dewey put a bullet through William's neck.

Clayton in a fit of pure rage stuffed fresh bullets into his revolver, his hands were still shaking and he dropped two to the ground. By the time he had one jammed into the chamber Dewey was at the back door of the bar. Clayton screamed as he pulled the trigger and the bullet slammed into the door-frame. Dewey fled with a smirk. The deputy had half the mind to give chase, but his dad was in a terrible state. Clayton scrambled back over the bar, and slid to his dad. William gave his son one last look before he passed on, as tears formed in Clayton's eyes. The next sounds were of thunderous horse hooves against dirt as the remaining outlaws in town sped away, Soursprings was then eerily silent as everyone tried to comprehend what had just happened.

STAR WARS: Bounty Hunters [Closed down]

Hey guys, it's really tough for me to say this but I feel like I have to say it now. I don't think I'm gonna be able to continue the RP, I've honestly lost a great deal of interest in it (and currently Star Wars in general). I also had a bigger idea in mind when we had the full cast of characters, then people left and that idea sunk. I've been trying to figure out how to keep it chugging but I just don't think I'm going to be able to do it. It's all my fault, you guys have been great players.

My apologies to those of you still interested in the RP, you guys have been awesome.

No Turning Back [Sci-Fi Space RP]

Thirded.

This co-GM will wait for the boss GM's return.

Frontier Justice (Wild West RP) [Closed Down]

@Vandy It's good man thanks for getting back to me. Working on an IC post, expect it tommorow.

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

A Collab Between Heat and FantasyChic

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It was almost too easy. What little security the family had, it was easily circumvented by her devices. She nabbed what she could and left her signature calling card in the safe. The man of the house deserved it, while his wife spent time at her charitable organizations and helped the unfortunate, he went around buying cheap tricks and dealing in hard drugs, especially to little kids. The city was already a hell hole, it didn't need the extra help. Once she safely made it out the window she hopped up on the nearest rooftop and prepared to make her way home.

The streets were still quiet as Vindicator walked through the street, he turned down an alleyway in silence. The pain in his face had gone from his encounter with Galahad and his sidekick. He was on his way home, but was in no hurry. As he moved in a brisk pace along the sidewalk he noticed a figure emerge from a window in a building across the street. He paused in stride as the stranger jumped onto a rooftop.

Mason smirked underneath his helmet, not many ordinary criminals moved with that type of finesse, it was more like a cat burglar you'd see in an old movie than a modern day idiotic thief. He moved towards the building the figure had hopped onto, and noticed a walkway on one side of it. Vindicator pulled himself up the ladder, then began to scale up it as he moved towards the top. His sturdy metal boots clanked against the steps as he jogged up them.

As Vixen moved forward she heard the sound of clanking metal. Someone was coming up on the roof, it seemed. A curious onlooker maybe? The police? She laughed at that last thought, the police wouldn't be out and about doing anything, they were more crooked than the man she just robbed. Still, she had to be careful. She could probably take whoever it was, unless it was some big, muscle coming, then she may have to make a quick getaway. Either way, she was amused. Two run ins in one night. She wondered if this person was as cute as the Blue Eagle she ran into earlier that night.

Vindicator reached the top of stairwell, as he came onto the rooftop he saw the figure and noticed that they were a woman. One dressed in a strange costume that indicated they were not just some simple street criminal. He then wondered if it was one of those illegal vigilantes, but why would they be exiting a building like before in such a hurry. It was a curious situation.

"Woah there, slow down. Why are we in such a hurry?" Vindicator exclaimed, as he stared at the woman from underneath his helmet.

She noted the man that came up. His suit was more shinier than Blue Eagle's and it seemed more hi-tech. She couldn't she the man's face, which she assumed was the whole point of it. Still, it tickled her that she ran into two masked men in one night, when all other nights she usually was alone.

"Why, it's late. I'm sure I don't have to tell you how dangerous it is to be on the streets late at night. I'd ask the same of you, but I think I can assume given your ensemble that you are out and about for other various tricks. Am I right?" she said with a sly grin.

Vindicator took another step towards her, then stood as he looked her over a little closer. She had stopped, which was what he hoped. He didn't exactly feeling like chasing a woman in a much lighter outfit than his across rooftops. He listened to her words, and wondered if she knew who he was.

"Yes, it's especially dangerous late at night if you're a beautiful woman. But you look like you can handle yourself," Mason said, as he matched her grin. "I am indeed up to something, you could call it a patrol. You can call me Vindicator, what can I call you?"

This little interaction between them amused her greatly, so much so she decided to stick around a bit longer. She could have made a break for it, easily, but how often was it that she got to talk to someone that didn't want her dead?

"You can call me whatever you want, baby. But if a name is what you desire, you may call me Vixen. I am sure you've heard of me, or am I being too modest?" she said with a purr. She walked over towards him, but not close enough, she had to maintain some boundaries. "Yes, I can handle myself. A girl these days needs to have some protection. You say you're on patrol? Am I to assume you are after some wrong-doers?"

"I am after 'wrong-doers', Vixen," Vindicator replied, smiling at the words. He wasn't doing it out of the stereotypical reasons. "Unfortunately I have not heard of you, should I have? Are you another crime fighting vigilante? Or something else? Have you heard of me? I am somewhat well known around the city."

"Well it seems my reputation doesn't precede me. Ah well" she shrugged, "Let's see...I may have heard of you before, but I know SO many people." She spun around a bit, "As for my outfit, I guess you could call me a vigilante, of sorts. Better than the other names everyone else has for me."

She looked back at the man's eyes, or what she assumed were his eyes, "So let's be real, what brings you up to my rooftop? Surely I'm not in trouble, am I?" she said with pleading eyes.

Mason smirked at Vixen's words, it seemed she was well traveled around the city. He would have to ask his handler about her when he saw the man, perhaps she had an outstanding high paying warrant for her capture.

"Well, I saw you emerge from a nearby building and make a break for the rooftops. Unless that's your home then I think you might have been breaking into there. See I'm in accordance with the Vigilance Accord, I have no secret identity. I'm technically supposed to bring in anyone suspected of crimes. Might you have been commiting one?" Vindicator asked her as he crossed his arms. He didn't exactly want to have to handcuff her and drag her all the way down for arrest. He was still pretty tired from his scuffle with Galahad and his buddy.

She sensed the situation was getting a little warmer than she wanted, so she backed a bit towards the roof edge, just in case, "Ah, the Vigilance Accord. Twice I've heard that today. Well, if you must know, that is indeed not my home, but that of a very bad man. A man I am sure your little organization knows all about. Or not. Either way, I was paid for a job, and I did it. If working my job is a crime, then arrest me now," she said as she put her wrists out playfully, "Not all crime fighters go along with the societal norms, you know. Surely, a man like yourself has bigger fish to worry about than some woman on a rooftop? Not that I don't love the attention."

"Honestly I can't fault you for doing a job like that, especially if the man you stole from is a bad one. I get paid for my work as government employed vigilante, it's not the only reason I do this, but it helps to pay the bills." Vindicator said, then reached both of his hands upwards as he twisted the bottom of his helmet. Then Mason lifted it off to reveal his face, he looked upon Vixen with his face uncovered. He wasn't sure why he did it, but his real identity was known and he had nothing to hide, or to protect besides himself.

"I just had a much stranger encounter with a man dressed like the Black Knight from that old Monty Python film and his as oddly dressed sidekick. Avoid him if you see him, he has a temper. I honestly need a drink after something like that." Mason said with a smirk. He wondered if she knew about Galahad, if she did then he might be able to extract some information from her. If she didn't, then no harm done.

She had to admit, she didn't expect the man to remove his helmet. Now she saw who she was. She didn't recognize him, of course, but it was a simple matter of taking a picture of him with her own mask and searching for him. "My, how handsome. I hope you don't expect me to reveal myself. This is our first date, after all. I'm not that kind of girl," she said with a smile. She felt a bit more at ease, but still, that could be part of his game.

"A Black Knight you say? How medieval. I do believe I know of the man you speak of, but only by reputation. I never had any dealings with him or his sidekick. No the man I met before called himself the Blue Eagle. I got the feeling he isn't part of your Accord, but I could be wrong."

"Yes, medieval was the perfect word for him. Galahad was his name, it's a shame you only know him by reputation. He did assault a 'legal' vigilante, it's a serious crime. I have heard of the Blue Eagle and he's not aligned with the Accord," Mason said as he smiled at the compliment and her words. "Did he try to attack you or something? It would be a shame if he tried to hurt such a pretty thing."

"No he didn't. In fact, just the opposite. We had a nice chat, much like we're having now." She received a little bleep on her headset and noticed hse had a message from her contact. She would have to leave soon, but she couldn't help herself, she was having fun and it wasn't often she had fun after the job was done.

"So I believe we're at a stand still here. Are we enemies? Friends? I won't hide what I did tonight as I do take pride in my work, but if anything what I did was harmless to everyone except the man in that house."

"Friends. I am not going to arrest you, I doubt I knew the man you took from and even if I do then it's his fault for not getting better security. If anything it'll teach him a lesson, one he should know from living in such a rough city." Mason said, as he clenched his helmet in one of his hands, it felt nice once in awhile to feel the fresh air on his face.

She nodded her approval and smiled then, "All right. It seems I'm destined to meet a bunch of handsome men and then have to leave them, but I do need to meet my contact soon if I want to get paid. I'd say the pleasure was mine, but I know it was more yours," she said with a flirty grin.

"Perhaps we will meet again, Vixen. I can only hope as much." Mason said as he returned the flirty grin.

She nodded again and waved a bit, before she turned tail and lept off the rooftop towards the other one. She began pacing away, but not before she took one last look at Vindicator and blew him a kiss. After that, she hopped down to street level and was off to her meeting point. The night was definitely her most interesting to date.

Mason watched the woman leap to another rooftop, another smile on his face at the blown kiss. As she disappeared into the night he stuck his helmet back on then exited the same way he had come up the rooftop. Vindicator returned to his apartment then promptly removed his costume so that he could think over the odd night he just had.

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

@FantasyChic Great, I'll message you about it!

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

@FantasyChic Maybe Mason could catch her in the act and they interact?

STAR WARS: Bounty Hunters [Closed down]

Am going to work on an IC post when I have the time, getting hammered by work right now.

The City of Masks (Watchmen-inspired RP)

If anyone wants to do another collab with me, I'd be open to the idea. Not sure where to go next with Mason.

No Turning Back [Sci-Fi Space RP]

@Sep Hiatus might be the best idea, everyone seems to be waiting on you.

I could also cover for you until you're home, if you message me your plans for your next IC post then I could post it. Maybe that could jump forward the plot to try to keep the RP moving. Of course if you're okay with me doing that.