Krusader

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Smoke Screen

Finnlay now in his street clothes after his ride around the Boston entered his small but spacious apartment. “Ahh. Home sweet home.” he said let out an exhausted breath as he entered his home putting his keys on a hook by the front door. After putting his leather jacket into his closet he hoped he could just relax and maybe watch a bit of tv before falling asleep. Moving towards the refrigerator he noticed his laptop had a message on it. “Who on God's good earth is messaging me at this hour.” popping the lid off his beer Finn opened up his email to see read the last thing he thought he would ever see. Finnlay it's Jocelyn. In a bind. Headed your way in about 4 hours. Meet me at the Parkman Bandstand. Need a favor.

Finnlay just stared at the screen in disbelief for a few moments. His mind was racing at a million miles an hour trying to figure out what he had just read. He quickly shot out of his chair in disbelief and took a minute to walk around his apartment. Finally stopping his frantic walk he leaned against a wall on the other side of the room and stared at the laptop almost hoping the message would somehow disappear. Taking a long drink of his Guinness Finn closed his eyes and took his seat at the desk. The message was sent about 3 hours ago so she would be here in about a hour give or take.

Finnlay had to fight the part of him that wanted to yell bloody murder about how she had just up and left him 2 years ago. Or how of course the only thing she wanted after all this time was money. Not a hello or an explanation. But he couldn't bring himself to it. He wasn't sure why but he just never could keep his anger against her. Starting to type he responded ‘I have some jobs that you could do for some quick cash it just depends on what your willing to do. And If you need a place to laylow and stay I can help you there to.’ after sending the message he realized that he didn't have a whole lot of time until he had to meet her. “Why do I have the feeling this is all going to end poorly for me. I don't think she could get into much trouble unless I was right about her.” Finnlay took another look at his Guinness bottle before saying “I'm going to need more of these I can already tell.” And with that Finnlay through on his leather jacket and his normal bike helmet before walking out of his apartment and Driving away.

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

I would except my character is in Boston at the moment. He will be traveling to New York however in the comeing days. That or your characters should see something in the news about what he did at the docks. I’ll make sure to put that into a post soon.

On another note I currently out of internet because my internet company that I switched to has decided to not come out so I haven’t no clue when that’s getting up. But I’ll do my best to post.

- Squad 914: Beyond - Rebooted

@letmedoStuff. Hey so I have some ideas that I’ll pm you about. I’ll work on a cs and try to post it but I might have some trouble since AT and T is currently strewing me over with no internet.

- Squad 914: Beyond - Rebooted

Are you still accepting cause if so I’m interested.

High School of the Gods - IntCheck

Seems cool if this is still a thing

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Smoke Screen

If one looked closely you would say it looked like you could see small smoke trails coming off the bike as well as the man riding it. The bike was a jet black Harley Davidson with a small yellow harp painted onto the fuel tank. The man riding the bike seemed of average height if ever so slightly on the taller side of the scale. He wore a leather jacket with a cross on the back that wings behind it. None of this is what made the man stand out however. Rather it was the fact that instead of a normal melmet his was a sort of mask helmet. All black with no mouth space it seemed as if he wouldn't be able to speak or breathe. If you could see under the mask you would be shocked to find out that this vigilante was in fact none other than Boston's own Finnlay MacTyre.

Suddenly the bike stopped at a warehouse not far from the docks. The man that had been riding it stepped off of it and made his way towards one of the side doors only to find it locked. Looking around a second the man's gaze settled on a window that was broken near the top of the building. Looking up at the broken window Finnlay, or as he's called when in his gear “Smoke Screen”, Let his body be consumed in smoke as he moved in through the window. Looking down he saw a group of men moving boxes around in the warehouse while opening others. Looking down at them he saw his main target, a gang leader of one of the many small street gangs trying to make a power play. Finn shook his head “They never learn.” he said to himself. Dropping down from the walk way he was perched on he gained the attention of the gang members who to there credit opened fire immediately.

Finn simple let the bullets pass right through him as he stood there as if nothing was happening. He never said a word as he slowly walked towards them. One of the gang members came running with a bat thinking for whatever reason a bat would be the solution to this problem. However just like the bullets it did nothing but pass straight through him. The poor man didn't have anytime to think before he saw the barrel of Smoke Screens pistol in his face before the flash. Finn instantly turned around turning into his smoke form as he moved with a fast past dipping and dodging around the warehouse systematically eliminating every last one of the Gang members. Finally all that was left was him the gang leader and a boy who couldn't be more the 13.

“l-l-l-Listen man i'll give you whatever you want. You want the weapons you can have them hell i'll even give you the money I was gonna get just let me live.” Finnlay ignored the mans pleas for help as he began to raise his pistol up the the man's head.

BANG. The mans lifeless body fell to the ground from being shot by two bullets from Finlays custom pistols. Turning to the young boy who was at this point petrified beyond belief at witnessing the blood shed. Speaking for the first time that night Smoke Screen said in a voice that was slightly deeper thanks to the mask “This is your only warning. Leave here and turn your life around. If I see you again in this setting you will end up like your friends here.” and with that he vanished into smoke. The boy only broke out of his fear when he heard the sound of a motorcycle driving away and the sounds of police sirens.

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Who's students? Also @TwilightShadow I'm about to get my Prologue up and running.

@Sewer Rat

His students since he runs the boxing gym. There are other trainers but he is one of the main ones.

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

@Almalthia @Sewer Rat if you want your welcome to pm if you have any ideas on how to get our characters to meet. I kinda gave one way with there being a boxing tournament in New York for him to send some of his students. But im always open to suggestions.

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Mind if I go meet up with you guys?

@Sewer Rat

sure man. like I said before as long as we make it work in terms of story im down for any characters meeting.

@Almalthia i just posted a prologue for my character but if the timing works im still down to help. your character may also have at least heard of my character given his boxing background.

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Smoke Screen

“Come on! Left, right, left, right, left, left, RIGHT.” Finnlay was commanding as he raised his punching mitts in that sequence. After the last punch was thrown Finnlay patted the kids head with his right hand which was still in the mit “See there you go. Now we're getting somewhere with ya.” he smiled at the boy. He always loved helping the younger kids since they needed something like this to help get through life. And hopefully in his life he could stop at least one kid from turning out like him. “Grab water and do your road work and you good for the day.” The boy smiled and started out the door as he heard Finnlay yell across the gym “And remember no cheating the running.” The boy just waved him off causing Finnlay to smile and shake his head. “Good kid.”

Walking back to his office Finn waved at some of the other boxers with a friendly smile and throwing out bits of advice to those he could and the ones that needed it. Making it back to his office he sat down and let a long sigh of exhaustion. Looking through some of the papers on his desk which to most would be a chaos of random papers he found what he was looking for. It was his folder of possible fights and tournaments for some of the boxers at his gym. Most of this was for the younger ones since the older ones had their own managers but some still had him do it. “Hmm.” he thought pondering over the list. “There is one in New York that looks promising.”

Looking at the clock he realized he had been thinking this over for quite sometime and everyone had already called it a night leaving just him in the gym. Finn looked through his glass window and seemed to zone out as he stared directly at one of the heavy bags hanging. He could see his younger self punching away at the bag repeatedly with a anger and furocity that shouldn't be seen in a kid. Shaking his head free of the visions he decided he could always use a bit of practice he began to wrap his hands with tape. He stepped up to the bag and began to swing away at the bag. It wasn't anything to serious though. It was mostly just something he liked doing even though he had no real purpose.

“The only thing that we know for certain is that we owe these heroes, these Avengers, a debt we might never be able to pay." Finn’s head shot around at the tv he had been ignoring this whole time. What he saw shocked him to his core. New York had been turned into a war zone it looked like. Aliens raining down from the sky in massive waves as massive fly Carrier and a group of so called super heros fending off the invasion. Turing back at the bag Finn’s eyes narrowed and became serious and his body stood ever so slightly taller as he began hit the bag with more purpose this time. Every hit seemed like it had a reason for being thrown. Each one slammed into the bag with more power than before as he continually picked up speed. Stepping back for a second Finn went into a defensive stance as he brought his hands to guard his face as he pretended to dodge blows until he began hitting it once again. Left, right, left, right, left, left he kept in pace in with the same rhythm he had set for the kid earlier just slightly sped up. As he brought back his arm for the final right he changed into smoke and appeared on the other side of the bag just before landing the punch with a loud impact nearly knocking it off the chain. “Still got it.” He thought to himself. Turning off the TV he grabbed his bag and headed off to his apartment not far from the gym still thinking about what he saw on the news.