Rawk

Star Wars: A New Beginning

The real question should be asked, however: Is Fixer releasing the water system, or the septic? O.o

"Sir, it appears we are being bombarded by frozen balls of shit...I repeat, frozen shit balls are causing the TIEs massive damage, requesting immediate retraction and regrouping..."

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

As much as food was the last thing he should be worrying about considering the complications he’d found himself in, Vincent hadn’t eaten since sometime last night during the pool party, and even then it had been mostly a liquid diet. After JJ left the car in a hurry, Vin had wanted to take off just as well, and get the hell out of whatever mess he’d been pulled into, forgetting everything he heard and saw just to go back to his comfortable life. But some semblance of morality crept in and slapped him upside his narrow-minded head, reminding him that there were much larger issues, that, or his new psychotic friend Nate was starting to make some sense.

His thoughts, however, dwelled on her. Thoughts that didn’t seem familiar to him in the slightest and yet she was there, rummaging around in his head nonetheless. Vin thought it was some kind of silly infatuation that keep her on his mind, and somewhat true as that might be, he also realized it wasn’t just that. He recalled JJ leaned over his body in the alley, cupping his hands in hers, and moments later, the pain slowly dissipated as though it were being pulled from his body.

Whatever it was, she left a lingering impression...

“So, Nate, tell me about this girl, what’s her name?...Jen?. What part does she play in the grand scheme of things? Why were you hired to track her down if you’re also…” He paused, trying to think of a term for whatever they were. “...ya know, ‘special’?”

Vin crossed his arms and stared out the window, watching as city life flew by at whatever speed Nate was pushing the accelerator. “...Just curious is all, not that I care anything about her…” He snorted, keeping one eye peeled for JJ, and the other for a McDonald’s drive-thru.

@Subject Zero

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

Well that took care of itself rather quickly.

@AcerRo

We don't waste time 'round these parts! Go! Go! Go!

*grabs another espresso in the break room*

O.O

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

@Xandrya

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

Also, I was working under the assumption that it was night time, based entirely on the fact that it was night in Acer's first post. Not a lot of time has passed since then...But I could be wrong...In fact I frequently am.

@Subject Zero

Hmm, I imagined it being around noon based on my initial post, so why don't we split the diff and say it's...4:20pm on the dot ;)

Star Wars: A New Beginning

@Sleater Is Fixer getting ready to jettison the cargo on the lower deck? O.O

Chronicles of the Dark: Domino City

Rise of a psycho...coming soon ;)

Chronicles of the Dark: Domino City

The woman clenched her teeth as she sat and watched the small screen on the datapad, the image quality was sub par, but still clear enough to identify her brother Jaysen, naked, beaten, bloodied, and strapped into an old wooden high back chair. The person holding the camera drew in close, getting a good shot of his frightened expression, and then pull back to a wide shot again, before placing the camera onto a tripod pointed at the chair. A hand came into view for a moment, making a middle finger gesture, and quickly disappearing. Jaysen’s mouth was moving, saying something, but void of sound to pick up his voice.

“I apologize, but there was no audio in the copy they sent us” Doctor Kordano frowned.

For several minutes, it had only been him alone in a room with a hanging halogen light above his head, but then a half dozen figures, some thin built and others muscular, strolled in all wearing costume masks of various mythological creatures.

“Those sick fucks” She scoffed while cracking her knuckles. “They knew he was into fantasy type shit, stuff from centuries back that doesn’t even exist anymore. Pricks thought it would be funny to play dress up just for him.”

“Is that where you got the ideas for your tattoos? From Jaysen?” Kordano asked, looking over at the prisoner whose emerald eyes remained fixed on the dimly lit screen.

“Yeah...” She whispered after a long pause.

As the video played, the mob could be seen surrounding her brother, taking pot shots at him with chains, crowbars, and electrified bullwhips. One of the figures stepped up closer, wrapped what appeared to be barbed wire around their gloved hand, and punched Jaysen in the chest, and side of his head, causing thin lines of blood to run down his face and torso. He screamed, that much was apparent without the need for sound, and the more he struggled the worse his beatings became. One after another, each member of the circle stepped in to take yet another shot at the otherwise defenseless man, each adding another deep bloody wound, dark bruise, or large welt on his body.

“We don’t need to watch any-”

“Leave it!” Czigani scolded him, hitting the metal chair with her fist. “Just. Leave it.”

A taller dark skinned male figure stepped behind the chair, placed his hands on both sides of Jaysen’s head and instantly created blue veins of electricity that caused his target’s body to convulse and scream in silence. Each group member took a turn, employing some horrific display of supernatural power that, with every stroke, caused greater pain and suffering. A razor blade was used to shave his head down to the skin, leaving nothing but patches of hair, cuts, and running lines of blood.

Doctor Kordano, having seen the brutality of the footage a few times already, cringed still. “Ms Salahori, I think you get the point though-”

“Doc, I swear if you turn that off, I will reach through this fucking energy field that sits between us and strangle your old, scrawny-ass neck until you're dead.”

As the woman continued to watch her bloodied brother used as a tool of revenge, one of the masked figures, possibly a female, wearing a fitted chain mail top, mesh stockings, and stiletto high heels, stepped in front of Jaysen and kneeled down in between his shaking legs. She had a long tail that could be seen swaying like a serpent, and metal razors at the tip that gleamed in the poor lighting. The creature lifted her mask enough to expose her mouth, placed a clawed hand on his knee, and bit into his thigh, causing him to recoil in pain and terror. A pool of blood formed at the foot of the chair as the beast released her hold and turned to the camera to flash a wry grin through sharp and bloodied teeth. She dipped her clawed finger into the pool of blood, and proceeded to slowly form crude letters on his chest that read:

The Children Shall Survive

Czigani shifted uncomfortably in her seat, closing her eyes for a moment, before reopening them. The “Children”, she assumed, referred to the offhanded name given to those born different within Domino City. “Mutants”, however, definitely fit as a better description though. Czi held her head in her hands, trying to understand the reasons for such erratic and brutal behavior among the Children. But deep down she knew, and her lowlife father had been the one responsible for initiating such a vicious retaliation. Sadly, the ones to truly suffer from his past transgressions were his own kids.

“I am one of these monsters” She mumbled under her breath, staring at the screen for the last time.

As a final jab into the very heart of morality and a huge cock shoved up the ass of the R&D and it's corruption, Czigani’s brothers life was ended with a swift decapitation by some kind of plasma laser imbued sword. The masked executioner tore the head from the remaining charred neck tissue and held it up to the camera, smiling through jagged yellow stained teeth, before the image went black.

Czigani screamed at the top of her lungs, rising from her sitting position and throwing the chair across the cell, only to yell some more until there was no breath left in her lungs to expend. She wanted so badly to release her own powers and all the rage that would follow, for the ink to be set free from her body, lashing out in a chaotic and bloody frenzy, yet she couldn’t. The drugs that were pumped into her system, coupled with neural inhibitors attached to her brain, dulled any further use of her power, suppressing whatever triggered it’s manifestation until R&D was ready.

“Doc, you need to get me the fuck out of this place so I can find these pricks!” She exclaimed, getting as close to the energy screen as she could without touching its electrical charge. “I’ll do whatever it takes, but I can’t stay here while the assholes who did this roam free.”

The doctor stood up and turned off the datapad, returning her gaze with a grin of his own.

“That’s excellent news, Miss Salahori. Excellent indeed.”

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

Posted a collab with @Subject Zero. Sorry for the length, but it was just good fun. *shrug*

In the wise words of Stan Lee "With great power comes great fuckin' posts"

...or something like that.

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

( Collab with @Subject Zero )

And as if by some magical means via the spoken word, Nates handcuffed girl woke up from her seemingly eternal stupor, eyeing the three guys in the car as if they were from a another planet. Vin sheepishly smiled at the chick, knowing exactly how she felt, and yet somehow being held responsible for her condition. Either way, JJ didn’t hesitate to do what any attractive, blue-blooded, and extremely uptight girl would do after waking up from an unconscious state of mind…

She whipped out her phone to make a call.

After her surprisingly brief conversation - giving Vincent just enough time to zone out while accidentally, yet purposefully staring at her thighs - the woman exchanged a barrage of words with Nate that Vincent didn’t really care to follow, but based on the fact that he was stuck in an enclosed space with them both, was forced to listen to the incessant bickering. Afterwards, Nate hesitantly uncuffed her and she quickly stepped out of the car.

“Wait!...” Vin shouted before the door slammed shut and JJ took off in the opposite direction.

"Let her go." said Nate, cutting Vin off. "She's been nothing but trouble since I met her...She cut me with a kitchen knife you know."

"She what now?" asked the duplicate with a genuinely surprised look on his face as he started driving off.

"Yeah, she's a psychopath." said Nate. "It's okay though. I'm good." He took a moment to look at his palm where JJ had cut him, poking at it with his other hand just to make sure it was indeed, good.

Duplinate looked from Nate to Vin and said "Well she may not have liked us but she kind of liked you...for some reason."

Vin turned around to face forward, and leaned his head back with a smile across his face. “Eh?...did you hear that numbnuts?, I’m not that bad...” He said, pointing a thumb at himself, and turning to give the Nate boys a quick wink.

Of course for Vin, things would have been a lot nicer if he’d had his phone to key in and save JJ’s phone number, but shrugged off the notion knowing that he didn’t need to include any more disturbed women in his already deconstructed life. One thought did seem to linger like an ownerless puppy looking for a home, and that was the fact that he felt some unusual connection to her, yet couldn’t place it. Aside from the obvious powers that they've come to realize, the girl left a mark that Vin just couldn’t shake. He shook his head, musing over the whole ordeal and assuming that his lack of sleep or perhaps bad drugs, alcohol, or a myriad of deficiencies was contributing to his damned one-tracked thinking.

What he did know, however, was that he needed to find out where exactly he was being taken.

“Okay...Nate? For the love of the Bee Gees and Betty Crocker chocolate cake, where in the nine hells are we headed?”

"Yeah, in a minute." Nate replied "But first, were you at that charity Gala a couple of weeks ago?" Nate didn't remember seeing Vin there but if he was, his theory about that place in that time being the catalyst for their powers may prove correct.

Vincent narrowed his eyes for a moment, going back a couple of weeks ago when...

“Holy shit!, I was, at least I know was at some kind of event with my bud James, who had been invited by one of his clients, who was then invited - ah fuck, you get the idea.”

He drummed his fingers along the top of the dashboard to a random tune in his head, as he thought back to that evening, which turned out to be more than he bargained for. He stopped drumming, sat back against the seat and took a deep breath before continuing.

“Yeah, I remember being messed up pretty bad that night, but no surprises there. I met this chick and her boyfriend, and we ended up back in the kitchen doing shots and eightballs until we’d been forcefully escorted out by an uptight security guard.”

Vin’s voice trailed off for a moment, as he stared blankly out the front windshield.

“I-I don’t know how it happened, but as soon as this asshole grabbed me by my collar, because I was resisting of course, my head started screaming with pain...same as earlier in the alley. Next thing I know, these ‘things’ were erupting from my skin, attacking the guard, and even the other two. I just ran. Ran through the rear emergency exit and didn’t look back. Didn’t even look to see if they were dead. I just knew I had to get the hell out of there. So I ran...”

Nate furrowed his brow as Vin recounted his tale about the party and how he ran away. "Real brave of you." he commented.

Duplinate sighed through his nose and told Nate "Oh shut up"

Nate was confused and slightly annoyed by his own clone telling him to shut up and tilted his head at him. He was about to say something when Duplinate cut him off. "He's lucky he got out alive. Not everyone did."

Nate noted the serious look that came over the clone's face as he looked at the road ahead and asked him "What's up your butt?" The clone glanced back at Nate then back at the road, pausing for a moment as he thought about what he was about to say. In the end, he simply reached into his pocket and pulled out the photo he had taken from his attacker, handing it over his shoulder to Nate. Nate took the photo and stared at it for a second. Confused by it, he asked the clone "Who's this?"

"She was at the gala." the clone informed him. "The guy that attacked our car? He had that on him."

Nate looked at the photo again before slumping back into the seat, coming to the same realization that his clone had come to earlier. "...Oh."

The car was quiet then. Painfully quiet.

Vincent peered over at the picture briefly, and then lean back against his arm on the door frame. "Well shit, I'm hungry. Any one else hungry?..."