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9 yrs ago
Current Just because you "fight a good fight" doesn't mean you didn't do horrible things.
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9 yrs ago
Not feeling too great everyone. Sorry if you're waiting on me.
10 yrs ago
I'm sorry for anyone who was waiting for me. Some real life stuff happened, but for now things seem calm. I'll try to post in my RP's ASAP.

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Mei calmed herself when Aruna told her she was alright. After what happened yesterday, with her memory slightly jogged, she was amazed there weren't riots. It was horrific what happened! But she didn't want to bring it up. She was sure it was hard on everyone. They would get over it on their own time. "I, uh, came in for the same reason. I guess. I haven't been feeling well since yesterday and I wanted to make sure it wasn't anything serious... But by gods, it's... I don't think it's that much of an issue anymore really. I'm glad you're alright though. How long do you think it'll take before you're be able to get back up and around?' Mei took a seat near Aruna. She felt responsible for this somehow. Mei was so worried about herself she didn't even bother to make sure Aruna made it back. Sure they had a bit of a rough start, but she seemed nice. instead Mei was more interested in nursing her own aches and pain, while it looked like Aruna was attacked! In a sorry attempt to try to make up for things she had no control over, Mei offered to help her. "Is there anything I can do to help? I mean, you seem really bored, so maybe I could find something for you to do?"
Should have just stayed in for the day. There was a lot of things he should have done for today. Should have just went back to the Proginator, should have ditched his work uniform, should have eaten breakfast today. Lot's of should have, but right now he was dealing with a psycho lady pointing two automatic weapons at him. Yoshimitsu wasn't afraid to die; all the clones knew that their life would be measured in days. The Proginator makes sure they were all aware of that, and they've made their peace with it. Still, there wasn't much good in dying in a place like this.

Yoshimitsu was in a pickle though. The girl had two guns trained on him, and this body didn't have enough mass to survive a full blast, which he's likely to get since he's so close to her and in a cramp alley. And while his outfit made him look badass, leather wasn't much of a bullet stopper. He could try to shoot her and he's unlikely to miss since he's pretty close and she doesn't have room to move either. But that's if he could even get a shot off, and she already had her guns trained on him. So he tried one of his last resorts: negotiation. "I see what you mean. I can also see that you're... In a bit of a bind yourself. You're in a hurry, sorry for getting in your way. But I'm thinking that this could work out for both of us. You need to get away from here. Not going to be easy since this place is pretty much always crawling with those coppers. But as you could tell, I'm not what you'd call "Affiliated" with them. So think about this. We lower our guns, pretend that this right now is just a... Misunderstanding. In return I can stay out of your way, maybe even point you in the right direction to where you want to go. And maybe later when you're not busy, we could make an arrangement for next time."

Yoshimitsu was bluffing through his teeth, though it's a good thing he didn't have any in this form. He'd hope the girl was a reasonable sort of psycho, but in the very real chance she just blasts him in the head, there was on more trump card to play; his only grenade. Won't kill her, but it might stun her and reveal her location long enough for the local cops to come in and nab her. But he knew the cops well and he had some serious doubts they would even bat an eye to his explosion. He was praying on a falling star here. A bit silly since he was sure to die in a few days anyways, but a guy could try. If nothing else, he had to do something. He was a hero, and would die as one if he had to.
I made a shorty in responds to Sam.
"Meirin."

She walked into the infirmary. Somehow, looking at the place just made her feel better. Still, she was still sick and sluggish, and better to get this checked out before it turned into something worse. "Yesterday was... Quite taxing on my body. I'd just like to come in and make sure I didn't do any serious damage to myself. I don't quite remember what happened, so..." Meirin smiled meekly as she took a seat on one of the open chairs. It was than that she noticed that Aruna was here as well, and in much worse shape than she was. Suddenly Meirin's body didn't arch anymore, and she went over to her roommate. "Aruna! What happened to you?!"
If Yoshimitsu had eyes, he'd roll them right now. It seemed highly unlikely that any criminal was around here, given that there were cops combing the area just an hour or so ago. Any criminal dumb enough to be operating here would have already been caught, or maybe on the run. She was suspicious, but he didn't really care too much about it. She obviously was also scared of Yoshimitsu and was on the run herself. But he didn't have any evidence that she was a criminal, though packing two giant guns didn't really help her case any. So he decided to play along with her game, see where it takes him. "Oh really? What's he look like? I saw a lot of shady characters around these parts, maybe I passed him by or something." Yoshimitsu reached into his jacket and pulled out his Hellsing, loading a magazine into it. If she was telling the truth, than Yoshimitsu had something to do for now. If she was lying, well, he just hoped she's explain herself before she starts firing. This body only had enough mass to take a few slugs to the chest, and that was assuming if he got himself into a deal gone bad. "I'm something of a hero, you know."
From her hiding place Restu watched the small scene unfold. One girl with a taser and some dude in a motorcycle getup. He wouldn't take it off for some reason, which set off alarms in her head. "That's totally suspicious! Electrocute his ass!" That's what she wanted to say, but if she did that she'd give off her position. After listening in, seemed like the girl was looking for something. Restu wondered if it had anything to do with the kidnapping or the robbery, but she'd need to snoop a bit longer. She stayed hidden, but continued to keep an ear open and an eye watching.
Yoshimitsu sat behind a desk in a little family-owed gas station in the middle-class district of New Tokyo. This Yoshimitsu wasn't the real one, who was off doing some business relating to today's big explosion. Something something arming a rebellion something something it's a trap. Either way, this Yoshimitsu was here for a business deal with one of the local gang leaders. He wasn't some gangbanger who was merely a customer; this guy had some nifty robo suits that he was willing to put on the table. If Yoshimitsu could seal this deal, they could have Robo suits for thousands of people by the end of this week. If they reach a demand, Yoshimitsu and his organization could begin producing them along side their regular firearms and weaponry. Such was the way of the Arms Race.

Another Yoshimitsu, one who served as a street vendor, was wondering down the alleys near the location were today's explosion happened. He usually set up shop in one of the restaurants that were willing to house his business, but after that little stunt Yoshimitsu figured that it would be too dangerous to be linked to that mess. He honestly did not agree to such methods; publicized terrorism wasn't going to do much when the laws that should protect the city would do much worse. Though it at least worked in his benefit as well; that Mayor was about to lift various concealed carrying laws that would allow citizens to carry firearms. You'd think that this would be good for business, but Yoshimitsu was successful because he was one of the few people who would sell you a gun without all the unnecessary paper work. All the other "Legitimate" establishment wouldn't sell you one unless you had either a hunting permit (For rifles) or a concealed carrying permit (For pistols) as well as a bunch of other nonsense that made things harder for the normal man to be armed, like a five day waiting period. And that was just some of the "Basic" laws; Japan has much stricter regulations on weapons even after the whole Alpha thing. Lifting the law that required the concealed carrying permit meant that legitimate businesses would be able to sell to more people, meaning that less legitimate people like Yoshimistu would lose customers. It was a messy business, but it was necessary if Yoshimitsu wanted to say relevant.

As this Yoshimitsu continued to wonder through the alleyways, he turned the corner and was face-to-face with a ragged looking woman. She had two Tech 9 (Also called Uzi's) in her hands, and her breath was a mix of ragged and heavy. She had been on the run recently, and looks like she got caught in something as well. This strange woman looked like she was ready to fight, though Yoshimitsu wasn't interested in getting into one right now. He was, however, curious as to what the woman was doing here. "Rough day?"
"You have the right to shut the fuck up!"

Bones cracked as Restu's foot shattered the chin of a man. This man was a wanted kidnapper, who managed to so far take at least three children. Restu and her gang had been on the look out for him and managed to track him to one of his vans. He tried to flee, even pulled out a gun to shoot them all down, but the blood trickling down his hand showed that he failed in that regard. Restu had just caught up with him and delivered a solid kick to his face, breaking his jaw and knocking him to the ground. Tee rest of her gang caught up and quickly tied up the man with zip ties and rope. "Take him to a police box and see if they can get him to talk. Let's go back to the van and see if we can pick up any clues." Restu and two of her gangsters went to the man's unassuming green van. The back of it was empty, likely because they caught him just as he was in the process of nabbing another child. They found other junk such as fast food bags, tickets, letters, and other trash. A lot of stuff that didn't really give them much of anything to work off, and the letters themselves were junk mail. The only thing that they had that could possibly led them anywhere was a burn phone. But it hasn't been even activated yet/ "Let's see if we can figure out something from this."

Restu had her gang go out and find someone who could use to burn phone to find a source. Restu in the meantime went on a patrol not too far out; one of her boys mentioned something about a car robbery or something, government vehicle or some such. Apparently a lot of money was stolen, and Restu wondered if she'd get a good reward if she managed to nab the criminal responsible. Soon she arrived to 21st Street, the location were the heist happened. Looked like the police already investigated the area, leaving nothing for Restu to pick up. But she didn't falter, and looked around. She went into the alleyways and searched to see if there would be any sort of evidence of the robbers, but as she searched, she detected another presence. Unsure of what it was, she vanished and watched to see who her guest was.
Didn't expect you to be a lady, Cypher.
Keia Vewyx said
We've got Omega for that~But if you do make #24 a villain than I'm probably going to let go of my villain to reduce redundancy. Shh, mine is a secret~!I wouldn't worry too much, though. #24 is interesting, and I still have my sweet and tasty little flower hero in case I don't get the villain part.


I don't know if I can make #24 a villain, but I'll see what I can do with #27.
He needs to doppelgangers for business reasons. Don't be mistaken, his clones can be killed like any other human, but like any other human, they will put up a fight. Now the clones of the clones on the other hand, they're nothing to worry about as long as they don't get a jump on you. But yeah, he doesn't "need" to invest a lot of mass or intelligence if he only needed them for a one off thing like someone to play distraction or something, but if needs them to do something like, say, spy on the competition or run one of his stores, he'd need to give his clone a lot of mass and intelligence so it can do the job properly.

As for what he's made of, it's a sort of Tar like substance that can harden to a likeness of cement or soften to a more maple syrup texture. I wanted to make him have a weakness towards fire, but than I thought "Well yeah, everyone tends to die when they're lit on fire". Logical weaknesses and all that. So instead I was thinking maybe give him a sort of EMP weakness, you know, like electricity is particularity effective at weakening and killing him. But I didn't want anyone mistaking him as a robot or anything. I guess I should add more weaknesses, since it's not like you could cut off his head or anything.

As for hosting dead bodies, it's a bit complicated how he does that. As I said, he is a tar-like substance, i.e. a liquid. To "Take over" a dead body he basically becomes the body's new blood. And trying to fit all of him through a dead persons' veins is more work than it looks. If he needed to look like someone he'd rather use a skin suit, or even better, take on a vaguely human form and use his illusions to make up the details. When I said he could "Fuse" parts to him, it's sort of like he could attach a body builder's arm onto his mass and use it as though it was still alive, being super strong and such. Or if he somehow comes across a fire breathing dragon and takes the organ it uses to breath fire, and than he uses that organ to breath fire. It's easier for him to take over parts of a body rather than the whole thing, mostly because he doesn't plan on maintaining the upkeep of making sure that part of the body stays alive and well.

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Also, now that I've read through the other's CS's, I've noticed a certain lack of Villains. If you guys need it, I can make #27 into one. A sort of "Fallen Hero" type.
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