RP4Fun Mystery City #5
Demon was shocked and confused as to how his own knife had been stabbed into him. He didn't try to pull the knife because he knew that right now the blade was acting as a barrier and was the only thing stopping blood from flowing out. Demon got onto his knees and as he was starting to stand up he heard an explosion and he turned his head to see chunks of concrete and smoke in the air. Demon got to his feet as fast as he could but he wasn't fast enough to dodge a chunk of concrete that slammed into his left shoulder and sent him back to the ground.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon
Demon whirled around and grabbed Ajarae by her bicep and turned her towards him. He grabbed the flat of the blade and shoved it towards her and knocked her onto her back so now the tip of the blade of the blade was pressed against her stomach. "I can end it all right now. One push and you die." He pressed the blade further against her stomach. "Stop all this acrobat nonsense and start doing something legal for once. I don't want to have the blood of a teenage girl on my hands."
WILDANIMAL95 Demon "Al she has to do is twist the knife tip so it is against Demon' stomach right as he shoves his body down to stab Ajarae. Therefore he stabs himself. I love making Demon suffer. As my best friend always tells me. I am ruthless. Lol" WILDANIMAL
Now what-? He caught a glimpse of the hospital which was located a few hundred meters across the street. He could... A newbie. Of course. It wasn't even a senior agent. The masked acrobat produced an immediate answer- the agent had no skill. The masked figure didn't care about being hit. In a rathe response, the acrobat flipped across the room gracefully before hitting a button located on the side of the smooth wall. A puff of smoke filled the room behind them; the iron doors closed and pieced together as if it was a puzzle. More important work awaited the masked figure. The rooms... the doors... the computer! After smashing several keys, a hidden compartment popped up on the side of the device. Inside laid a piece. Another device. One that was hardly an inch tall. The acrobat turned around one last time before snatching the device and looping their way up the roof.
RPtenga Alan
There was not much to do, plus, it was close to midnight. The best thing he could do was head back home- and forget about the recent events.
RPtenga Alan
Another boring, basic nuisance that the police did... Alan didn't want to exactly explain it nor did he want to leave the case alone. Laughter. Pure laughter. Laughter of deception and... jokes. The acrobat pulled on their mask which covered most of their face. That was- except for the menacing gleam in their eyes. At night, the figure's eyes appeared to be a gold-like color. Gold... royal blood. The haunting, dark clouds covered the moon. A treat for them.
RPtenga Alan "Y'all are speed-running-" -RPtenga
"..." Once again, silence reigned over the room for a moment. Acrobat... Acrobat! "Did the acrobat happen to have a cut- a deep cut- on their arm?" The noble's eyebrows furrowed as he recalled the female junior agent's reckless personality. Now that Lightning1 was behind the bars... did that mean-?!
RPtenga Haitem
"..." The stocker couldn't help but let out a low whistle. It was... them... "You should get some rest- some medical help."
RPtenga Haitem
"..." There were some things in life that were better off as a secret. A secret... that wouldn't be revealed. To outsiders, the S. A. Headquarters was just an ordinary business building. To agents, the S. A. Headquarters was their domicile. To criminals, however... the S. A. Headquarters was a place to eliminate. Steal. Demolish. Trying to control their breath, the masked acrobat bounded up and down before locking their long legs next to a vent located in the ceiling. The figure could feel the menacing rhythm given by the security cameras- that were- supposed to be on. Before the acrobat had left their lodgings, they had already turned most of them off. With the exception of the entrance security cameras, the rest were all turned off. The figure had often debated whether hacking into the server and network were easy- but with all the proficient technicians and coders, it proved to be difficult. It was already a test of level to disable the security cameras in the interior; it would take more than a dozen of hackers to disable the security cameras on the exterior and entrances. Thankfully, the masked acrobat had chosen to enter the headquarters through the roof. Shortly after releasing their grip, the figure popped on the fuzzy carpet which- in return- resulted in a soft thump. The figure was lighter than most acrobats, but it was onerous to enter the headquarters with complete silence. They had to find it, but the directions did not state the direct location-
RPtenga Haitem
"HourGlass..." he started, speaking in a low voice. The noble glanced around for a second before finishing his words, "Can you do me a favor?" Skeptical of the disk, the acrobat turned it over and inspected the label. BullsEye. The codename... was strangely recognized by the masked figure. Noticing that the acrobat was distracted, Will took the chance and slipped away from the scene after throwing a device on the floor. It was only several seconds later when the head acrobat noticed it. It was too late. W could have disabled it- turned it off- but there were only five more seconds on the timer. Without turning back, the masked figure flew off. Just three seconds later, the explosion erupted and extirpated the underground railroad.
RPtenga Haitem
"Precisely- having too many emotions isn't necessarily an imperfect thing. Say- if I asked you to exterminate me, would you do it?" the noble proposed. All those treacherous days that lurked in the shadows; it was the past and only the past- something that should be forgotten. The acrobat flew down to the Second Court which was next to the North Docks. The dim light protected the figure well, although, on the other hand, the S. A. Headquarters was harder to see. Even worse- if someone found out- No, the ones with Senso skill couldn't possibly be around here at night. One of the senior agents was in a hospital- the others were most likely at their houses. If not, the acrobat had backup. At most, the S. A.s would only find out that a "flying-figure" had been at the headquarters. Nevertheless, extreme caution had to be used. There were multiple inviting options, but one of the figure's favorites were using the roof. Hardly anyone in Silisting had both Senso and flight skills.
RPtenga Haitem
After revising his thoughts and theories on the case, the noble snapped his fingers; the case finally made sense. Only one piece was missing... With a burst of energy, the masked figure raced into the room. The acrobat wanted to stop and take a break to regain their energy and catch their breath, but they were still on a mission. The laser had a detrimental effect on her.
RPtenga Haitem
Alerted by the words, Haitem finished his letter. "...Sure." The masked figure didn't feel like celebrating- they felt incandescent. Not just by the irate lasers, but... why did they have to travel all the way to the S. A. Headquarters just to finish an errand demanded by someone they... despised? The acrobat sucked in more air before jumping and making their way down. The device had its purpose, but they had to first replicate it.
RPtenga Haitem
He didn't feel like the junior agent was ready for the answer- not right now, anyways. "...Everything has it's reasons. Even if I tell you- why- you wouldn't understand it. I'll be frank with you- you'll have to find out yourself." The shady roads and buildings made the acrobat feel... homesick all of a sudden-? No- that was the past, now... it was the present. They were about to commit a crime; in their heart, there was only room left for crime. Only one shard of hope for justice remained in them... They analyzed the building which was roughly five stories tall, complete with a private, hidden observatory deck. By using the masked figure's favorite method- flying to the roof- required extreme caution. The acrobat was willing to gamble the odds. After successfully gliding to the room of the headquarters, the figure swooped down and entered a concealed entrance. The entrance was originally used to evacuate, but- desperate times called for desperate measures.
RPtenga Haitem
How long had it been since he last met with the head acrobat...? The noble needed to find a way to contact them- quickly, too. Perhaps an oppo of his could be of use. "...Tch..." The masked acrobat blew on the dust which coated a laptop. The dusty laptop belonged to one of the members of the organization, Mark. A few months ago, Mark had been assigned to be another acrobat's roommate. The acrobat, called Rillix, had eventually requested to find a new roommate. Roommate... in the organization, that meant partner. Partner-in-crime, partner in- A shiny object caught the acrobat's percipient light eyes. It was a disk; upon further inspection, the disk contained information about a certain S. A. named Wyatt. Wyatt... the name was extremely familiar and pierced the masked figure's thoughts. In many areas, Wyatt had been stronger than the acrobat. The areas included coding, ethical hacking, security... It was the past. Simply the past. Now, the acrobat was superior in these. Except coding. Wyatt was undoubtedly one of the best coders in the world. If he ranked at number one, then the acrobat would rank at number two. Even though memories were flooding most of the acrobat's thoughts, a clear conclusion about the disk had been already produced. Mark had stolen them. It was as coherent situation. If the head acrobat had requested for such to be done, it was acceptable- but the acrobat had never spoken anything about stealing disks. It called for punishment; ruthless and tyrannical punishment was invited in such situations- such as cutting off a leg or two.
RPtenga Haitem
Shortly after the junior agent had left, Haitem spotted several sheets of paper. The stocker conscientiously reformed his idea before scribbling several phrases and symbols on the piece of paper. With the masked figure's colossal knowledge of the headquarters' interior, they jotted towards the technical rooms- speeding up every so and then. The technical rooms were blocked with bright, beaming lasers that changed place continuously. After gazing at the lasers indirectly for a second, the acrobat blinked and calculated the rate of change. It was an easy equation that immediately produced an answer:- 2.457899... seconds per laser movement They... could make it- they would be skinned by the lasers. It was difficult even with speed; it was another problematic situation.
RPtenga Haitem
The noble rose from the bed and approached the door with several thoughts on his mind. Albeit there were footsteps at least fifty meters, away, the masked acrobat was aware who the footsteps belonged to and where they came from. Near the streets. Next to the subway. "-W, you're here..!.?" asked a male voice; there was a slight quaver in his voice, but he tried to hide it. "Heh," the acrobat replied coolly, "ya think ya could really fool me, Will? Let's get down to business, man, what's this-?" The figure held up the disk labeled "Wyatt". Will shook his head. "W, I didn't do it. Someone framed me!" "Geez, if I was someone with a smaller brain, I might have actually believed ya with that innocent face." The tall acrobat stepped closer to the member of the organization and gave him a bitter look. "It's not me! Please, believe me!" The words triggered an unexpected and precipitous kick. Will continued imploring, "Please, W! I didn't-" A punch interrupted the young man's cry for help. Blow after blow, each went harsher than the former. Will, nicknamed Mark, spit out puddles of blood. After a several torturous minutes, the acrobat known as W stopped, but kept their foot on top of Will's stomach. "Alright, I'll play 'nice' with you. Give me the corresponding disk and I'll only cut off your pinkie." The acrobat switched into a soothing, high-classed voice. "I... didn't steal it!" "You dare lie, huh... Guess I'll have to go back to my original punishment- slicing off your arms and legs-" Will gave in, "Fine! I stole it- but only because some stranger told me so. I don't know anything about a corresponding disk!" "Gee..." gritted the masked figure sarcastically, "and here I was- treating you like the prime minister."-here the head acrobat switched their voice and accent-"Don't think I don't know a thing about these disks. Where is the corresponding disk-?!" "I don't have it!" "Boy do I love competition, but I got no time for arguing." The figure unsheathed a Damacus knife that glinted even in the dark. "...Stop. Here it is." The gang member dug into his back pockets and handed the higher-ranking acrobat a disk. The disk was labeled in eight letters:- BULLSEYE
RPtenga Haitem
The noble's answer came slowly as if he was only outlining his idea. Even though HourGlass had been Haitem's S. A. companion for many missions, he knew this request would have a malignant result. He flipped the small piece of paper down so his message was on the other side and quickly made a few creases, producing a paper dart. Only it was more important than that. "Is it possible..."-here he stopped for a moment and looked out the window before finishing his request-"...if you could send this... no- leave this at the entrance of the old subway tunnel...?" The request seemed more like a question to himself than the other S. A. If the head acrobat could receive it though... things would be much easier.
RPtenga Haitem
The stocker crossed his arms. "Then treat everyone as your friend for now... In life, there are some things that you must change by yourself."
RPtenga Haitem
The ticking beat in the noble's head stopped for a moment; there was a familiar presence that was loitering. The light beige and amber eyes of the acrobat's bolted around the room which was hidden in the depths of an old railroad. Finally, their eyes landed on a corner which was covered with black fabric. It was a perfect spot. For an amateur that was- but the masked figure had much more to do, hence the temporary location. After tossing the device inside and confirming twice there were no evidence left behind, the acrobat raced over to their computer and turned it on. With a few quick strokes, the S. A. cameras were turned on again. Now... the second part. ...Which was spying on their own acquaintances- just to make sure none of them were leaking confidential files.
RPtenga Haitem
"A-Are you okay?" you asked, frightened by the sight of crimson fluid that was spilling out. Ajarae rolled her eyes as if stating the reason was obvious. "Geez, man, use your brain. Obviously we needa keep ya alive."-she turned to you-"But seriously, I got that feeling that means boss is checking on our stuff." "You know- I'll have to block W for now. Rillix... I'm afraid to say either way- you'll expect to lose a limb or two. Ah- maybe even three," Will offered. "Ugh! Get those words stuffed back in ya mouth- you're lowering gang moral." Will glanced at you before nodding and whipped out a taser. "Here- Lilliana- you should take it. Just in case. Don't ever point it at W, though- if you get the... privilege to meet W. I've seen W use the taser once- I was right in front of W's target and W was at least thirty meters away. W hit the target in just one click- stay... safe." "You, too," you tried to smile as you watched him leave.
RPtenga Lilliana (you)
"Ajarae, don't do-" Your eyes widened in horror and reached out in an attempt to stop the fight. Ajarae pushed you aside, ending your statement. "Game on, loser."
RPtenga Lilliana (you)
"Fake I-ID?" you gasped and stopped yourself from staggering back. Ajarae rolled her eyes. "C'mon, it's just your first assignment. Not from boss, anyways- had it been boss who had come up with this assignment, you'd be toast if you refused." You brushed off the dust from your shoulders and started to fib, "The organization allows you guys to come up with assignments? I never joined the organization officially-" "-Well now you have. It's a test for me to see your strength." "But-" "Look, the assignment is way more simple than what boss usually gives. Just snatch some people and send them here. Leave the rest to me." "S-snatch-?!" "Yeah, y'know." Despite Ajarae's reassuring words, you felt a huge burden on your shoulders. When the blonde-haired acrobat had said "snatch," you knew she meant "kidnap." You couldn't do that... could you-?! You couldn't decline either- "Who do you want me to... k-kidn-nap...?" Your words came out slowly; you couldn't believe yourself saying them. "Hah, it's simple. Some dude by the name of... R-Ryden, I think...? Oh, and some girl named Ha-Hawthorne." You realized Ajarae had dysarthria. Still- it was no excuse to be part of the organization. You narrowed your eyes before inquiring, "So... who are these people, why do you want me to 'snatch' them, and, how did you find out about these people?" "Woah, woah, one question at a time- this Ry-Ryden, is some agent- Ha-haw-"-here Ajarae shook her head and waved her hand around-"nevermind, you know who I mean- is some EMT student. Really, they're all connected to a gang of bad guys called the 'S. A'. Man, you'd be shocked when you heard how many crimes the 'S. A.' has done. I never got to meet my parents 'cause of them. Basically, I never got to meet anyone I was blood-related to 'cause of the 'S. A.' And, I found out about these peeps by searching in some old files. I'd like to spill the secrets out of them." You held your hand to stop Ajarae from continuing; you weren't going to do this crime. The acrobat continued, "Don't tell boss, though- if boss finds out, we're go'in to be toast. Boss loves to take risks, but not follow under 'lower-ranking' people." "Ajarae! I can't do this-" you cried out. "Geez, don't be a chicken. Look, I saved your life, so at least you owe me to finish this assignment." "...Okay, fine- but only this one assignment."
RPtenga Lilliana (you)
"Is it possible if I could meet W?" you whispered to Will, feeling uneasy. Will sighed and answered, "That's... hard to say. W will come and go- there's no real way to determine where W is or if you're going to meet W." The name... W... You had to find a way to meet the "boss," but... how?
RPtenga Lilliana (you)
"Nah, I'm just examining it," joked Ajarae, "eh, some knife used for... assassinations-?!" You folded your arms and turned back to the entrance of the railroad. "Ajarae..."
RPtenga Lilliana (you)
"W-what organization-?" The invite he had given you was out of the blue. "I ain't got any time for this. The boss will explain it to ya." A masked figure entered the room behind him. You turned to face the figure whom you presumed to be an acrobat. The male figure who spoke slang exited the room as swiftly as he had entered. "..." The light brown eyes of the masked figure who was referred to as the "boss" wavered slightly before walking several meters further into the room. "Um..." you started, wondering where the conversation would take you. The acrobat muttered a reply, "Hey." "Where am I?" For a moment, it seemed like the acrobat was going to explain the situation, but the next words spoken by them frightened you. "Look, I don't know if everyone in Silisting is as clueless as you,"-here the acrobat switched to slang-"but I have more work than chit-chatting with ya." "You-" Your words were abruptly cut off when the masked figure slammed the sliding door.
RPtenga Lilliana (you)
"Who... are you?" you questioned, shuddering from the emptiness and cold. You should be brave- you should be- "Don't needa know who I am. Just needa know- what are your skills?" The word "skills" was emphasized. "I- I don't-" "None of that scaredy-cat look. Skill or no skill, you have a use." A long pause ruled the room for a moment. "Welcome to da organization."
RPtenga Lilliana (you)
A huge noise alerted you in the distance as you looked up and saw an explosion. What. In. The. World-?! You backed off and ran towards the sidewalk.
RPtenga Lilliana (you)
After muttering a few words that you couldn't understand, Ajarae spit at the ground while Will was scolding the younger member of the organization. "Rillix, look, if it hadn't been for you, we wouldn't be in this mess-" "I don't care!" Ajarae yelled back. "Guys, calm-" you started. "If W finds out, we'll be losing limbs in no time!" "If boss finds out, we'll be homeless!"
RPtenga Lilliana (you)
By the time you reached the sidewalk, you were panting and sweating. What happened to Will-?! You looked up and caught a glimpse of a masked figure jumping off from a roof. Another one of the organization's acrobats. Now- weren't you also part of the organization...?
RPtenga Lilliana (you)
Hearing some noise, you turned around to face the S. A. known as "Ryden". You should run... right?
RPtenga Lilliana (you)
Okay. That was it. You were going to find Will. Now. You hurried off as you heard a muffling sound and clink of a metal weapon.
RPtenga Lilliana (you)
Startled and confused, you blinked and sat blankly on the chair before getting up. No handcuffs. Nothing. You reached over to slide the door open, but couldn't; it felt like an ordinary wall. You felt around the wall for a while before reaching a place that had a small gap which was about a millimeter wide. You attempted to slide the door, but once again, the door stayed in the same place. You retraced your steps and performed the same action. It didn't work. How had the acrobat done it? Suddenly, you tripped and fell on your knees. Things were not going your way... A split-second later, you noticed a tiny tool underneath the sliding door. It was almost invisible to the naked eye. You used your foot to press on it and several digits popped up in carmine colors. Weight. The key to the sliding door was... weight? It was a question that automatically repeated itself in your mind. It was common that several people had the same weight- so why would weight be the key to unlocking the door-?!
RPtenga Lilliana (you)
The hazy images that stood in front of you cleared out slowly. Thousands of questions intruded your mind: Where were you? Why were you here? Why did...? A voice had awakened you- "Are you finally up? 'Cause we've got some work to do."
RPtenga Lilliana (you)
You bit your lip before pushing all your weight down on the device. Unfortunately, the door remained sturdy and still. It couldn't be like this... You tried to use your nails to pry open the door, but it would not budge. Just as you stepped back to try another method, the faint rays of sunlight poured into the room. A figure over six feet greeted you, "'Ey, whaddya doing?" "Uh... me-?" You took another step back. "Yeah, it's not cool for boss to treat you like this, but believe me- boss can be a lot harsher." The friendly attitude made you let down your guard. You asked, "So... who are you? I'm Lilliana, by the way." "Ha," the female figure dressed in black let out a laugh as she tossed her blonde hair behind her, "I knew that. Boss informed me earlier. Weird thing is boss always refers you as 'Advenia', dunno what that means. 'Ma name's Ajarae. Fake name's Rillix- fake age's nineteen." "F-fake-?!" you blurted out, surprised. "Yeah, everyone in this organization has a fake name. Fake age. Fake ID basically." "-But why are you telling me that-?" "'Cause I trust ya. Trust can't be repaid, but it's hard to earn. Tell you what- since boss' won't do it, I'll give you your first assignment." "Assignment-?" "Yep, it's simple. Boss told me you're not from here- so you can use your real name- Lilliana. Oh, and also, fake ID's here." Ajarae handed you the card before giving you a smirk.
RPtenga Lilliana (you)
You gulped, uncertain about what to do. You could flee- though it would be an impractical idea. What were you doing anyways?
RPtenga Lilliana (you)
You looked at both the agent and gang member blankly, wondering what your next move should be. Ajarae snorted, "Pfft, it's Ajarae for you, dummy. I don't even have a weapon, so use your brain- how can I stab you-?" In the distance, a sharp sound wailed. Will. Did the sound mean he had been caught... by W-?!
RPtenga Lilliana (you)
You stood there froze in horror as you watched the fighting scene. Ajarae winked at you before answering, "Bruh, I wasn't even ready yet. Besides, full-mouths like ya always brag about their 'expertise.' If you really met a formidable opponent, you would be down at your w-wits, begging for mercy." Another cry in the distant drew your attention. It was undoubtedly Will. What had happened...?
RPtenga Lilliana (you)
You turned to Ajarae and Will, hoping that one of them would answer the question. Ajarae clenched her fists and ignored the question before giving you her thoughts on the situation. "Look, Lilliana- boss goes real strict when we plan things behind boss' back- last time boss cut off one of my friend's fingers and then carved a message on my friend's back with a D-Dah-Damascus knife. Even that's one of the more lenient punishments. Ohh- what about those times when boss would just stare at you in the eye and then punch you for no reason at all," the female member of the organization continued, "sometimes, if members do the wrong thing- boss will make them... y'know- never see daylight again." Will interrupted, "Well, if you knew that- why did you have to do this, Rillix-!?" "Man, will you ever calm down? It was just my idea- Lilliana was the one who actually did it." "Your idea means your fault. Either way- you know the rules- W will at least abandon you or cut off your-" "Just stop talking! Argh! Anyways- Lilliana, we can hide the dude in my old hideout for now. I feel... like boss is g'oin to find out either way. Boss is a genius- just by saying one word, boss can find where you last were, what you were doing, and a whole buncha other stuff." Things were just getting more difficult- now not only did you have to avoid W, but also find a safer way to hide Ryden...
RPtenga Lilliana (you)
No. This couldn't be happening- could... it-?! "Let her go," you begged, softly. Ajarae stuck out her tongue. "What 'acrobat nonsense'? Have ya lost your brain?" This time you knew she actually meant what she said. You were also puzzled- after all, you had hardly seen the rest of this city called "Silisting". What if... both the organization and S. A. were criminals-!?
RPtenga Lilliana (you) "It's difficult for Ajarae to do any move really, because she's not trained with knives (only with tasers) and she doesn't really think before she acts." -RPtenga "Just have her grab his wrist and twist it so the tip of the blade is pressed against Demon. It's a simple move no one really needs to have training for. It's just one of the common sense idk what else to do move. :)" WILDANIMAL95 "You'd be surprised how real-life fighting works, aha~" -RPtenga
A loud noise startled you and snapped you out of your thoughts. While whispering several words of comfort to yourself, you turned around to see a blonde-haired acrobat dressed in black clothes. Ajarae. "What was that for-?" you demanded, gritting your teeth. "Nah, girl, chill. It's nothing like what I usually do," Ajarae gave a smooth and flawless reply, "besides, you should be thanking me for helping you. Now-" A new deep and gruff voice behind you spoke up. "Rillix!" snapped the figure who had finally spoke. Ajarae stepped back and pushed you in front of her before answering, "Aw- man, you can't treat me like this-" "Will you just be silent?!" shot back the man who was also dressed in dark clothes. The man turned his head slightly to face you; you noticed his hair was black and had a few streaks of deep claret color. Now was not the time for that- "Lilliana, right-?" asked the young man. "Yeah-" you responded, softly. "My name's Will- codename, er... false name is Mark." Will turned to Ajarae with a stern look before continuing, "Rillix, you shouldn't be doing this. W will say no." Ajarae glared at the boy who had been tased and muttered, "Like boss ever cared." "Who's... W? And... who is this 'boss' exactly?" you wondered out loud. "Rillix, handle the mess you made," ordered Will, "and you- Lilliana- come with me. We're not exactly in the best place to talk." After making sure Ajarae and the boy referred to as "Ryden" were alright, you headed to the nearest spot unoccupied by citizens or tourists. "So... who's W?" you resumed the conversation. "W is short for boss' name. 'Boss'- that's what people who respect- and, I guess you could say admire- refer W as, well, 'boss'." "Oh... you don't look up to W?" Will sighed as he clenched his fists. "...Most people either think W is an honorable person and prodigy, while others think W is a maniac." "...Oh. What's this 'organization' anyways?" "Ah, that's- I suppose you could say it's a large gang. But it's more than that- there's robbers, smugglers, hackers- pretty much any type of criminal in this world- is either associated or part of this organization." "You... don't seem like a bad guy," you confessed, "why'd you join it?" "...I always say there's much more to a person. Same with me- Rillix- and W. Pretty much everyone. W saved my life." "-What-?!" you blinked to make sure you had heard it correctly. "Mhm. Anyways, you've probably noticed by now that I don't speak slang. It's because I was once a noble myself... eh, that's the past. Rillix- Ajarae- as you call her- has a different background. She was born to a group of smugglers who the S. A. had their eye on for quite some time. She's always held a grudge against the S. A. after that. She has dysarthria... that's also another reason why she prefers to speak slang- to avoid certain words and phrases she can't pronounce." "So since W saved your life... you want to pay off the debt by working for W?" you inquired. "Precisely. Well, we should head back. I have to check on a few things." You nodded as Will ended the conversation and headed back with him. From the corner of your eye, you spotted a disk hidden in the former noble's pockets. It read:- _ULLSEYE
RPtenga Lilliana (you) "Three tases knocks a person unconscious, by the way (1 tase if it's a large machinery weapon). Fun fact: W can also mean win, he hee..." -RPtenga
Donnel looked down the sight of the high-powered sniper rifle. Using its infrared sight he identified a figure in a building across the way bearing a similar weapon. Donnel aimed and squeezed the trigger. Turning back to Guy he said, "Go to the saferoom." Guy obliged. Once he had left Donnels radio crackled. -*This is Linda, short firefight in the lobby. Under control, no injurys to report*- Donnel responded "-Did you identify the attacking party?-" -*Negative, no bodies recovered-* Linda responded. Donnel thought for a second, "-Don't alert the police, we don't need this going public.-" -*Understood*- Donnel went and unlocked the doors, and let Guy know that he should go home early.
Sephiroth Donnel
Guy walked over and looked out his window, the sky was grey and the traffic moved slowly. Sighing, Guy bent over to pick up a candy wrapper from the floor. Just as he ducked a shot rang out and his window shattered. He had almost been shot right in the head. Guy instinctively dropped to the floor and crawled out of his office. Once in the hall he ran to Donnels office and threw the door open. "Someone tried to shoot me!" He said in a panic. Donnel stood up and grabbed a PA mic. "Senator has been shot at, locking down all upper floors." Donnel flipped back a button cover and punched it. Outside the room, all the stairwell and elevator doors were locked in unison. Donnel then shifted through his keyring then taking one he unlocked a hidden cabinet in the wall. "That's a lot of guns," Guy said eying the neat layout of assorted rifles, handguns, and shotguns. "Here," Donnel said handing him another Glock the same model as Guy's other one, but with an extended mag.
Sephiroth Guy
Linda heard the announcement, it was a shame that the bottom floor didn't lock. But there was a reason why, if an intruder entered it because it being the ground floor they would be locked in the building with everyone else. "Ehh safety stuff," Linda said to herself. POW! POW! Two shots shattered the glass front doors. Linda pushed her chair back and unlocked a drawer in her desk. Opening it she pulled out her antique German Luger and loaded it with 9mm rounds. Two masked figures ran through the broken doors brandishing M-77 assault rifles an illegal weapons. Linda stood up knocking over her chair and shot them both with her weapon. A third person stopped in the doorway and opened fire with a machine gun. Linda jumped back as the bullets shredded part of her desk, she then ducked behind a metal file cabinet. Sticking her hand above it she fired blindly at the doorway. The firing stopped, and Linda peeked out. The person had vanished, along with the bodies of the other two.
Sephiroth Linda
Guy put on fake glasses, a nose, and mustache combo to disguise himself. He peeked out the shattered front doors, no one was in sight. He hurried over to the white car and got in the front passenger seat Linda hopped into the drivers seat and started the car. Donnel watched from the window, he was sending a guard behind them in a different car to make sure they got home safe.
Sephiroth Linda Donnel and Guy
The elevator sounded a single monotonous note, and the doors opened to reveal Psi. He had figured H4EVER was in this hospital, but it had been his sister who had confirmed his suspicions. She had said he was put up in one of the normal rooms, and not in the ICU. That was good. Psi hadn't asked too much information about his S.A. friend, as he didn't want his sister to guess too much. Now he walked down the hallways, scanning the doors briefly and wondering how he could find H4EVER. He had no idea what name he had been listed under in this hospital, but the receptionist said that they had had several newer patients that previous day put on the second floor. Good enough for him.
Vall-R-E Psi
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Demon stopped crying after a while and he stood up. "I promise I will end this." he said to the graves. he turned around and saw a person standing a ways away looking at a grave. He didn't pay them any attention and he walked away from the graves and back towards the heart of the city. He was unaware that he was being followed and he made it back to his truck. He climbed up into the bed and grabbed the keys which he hid underneath the tool chest that was right up against the cab of the truck.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon
"No," Death whispered, staggering back, "no, that can't be." His back met the solidness of the wall, but he hardly registered it. It was as if something inside him had snapped. BullsEye had been the only stable point in his life. The only thing preventing him from being pushed off the edge. Now BullsEye was dead. Dead. And Death was floundering in a mental sea of rage and darkness. "NO!!" He screamed, slipping into despair. "*NO!!!*" He beat his fist against the wall with all his strength, as if somehow it would change things. As if somehow it would bring him back- make the agent's words false. His fist broke effortlessly through the drywall, breaking the skin of his knuckles and causing his hand to bleed. He would have cried at this point, if he had been able to. But there were no tears for him left to cry. He had stood too often before headstones of loved ones. Now he would have to stand before another one. "Where is the body- where is he?" He asked, raising his crazed gaze to Banshee, but his voice still cold and low somehow. "When did this happen?"
Vall-R-E Death
Banshee's words fell on deaf ears. Death was too busy processing the wave of crushing despair that was threatening to drown him completely. *No. It's a lie.* His mental voice seemed distant and far away. *The body. I need to see the body.* Leaving the agent's questions unanswered, Death bolted for the stairs, pushing aside those in his way without a second thought. He reached the technical room. And found it completely empty.
Vall-R-E Death
Death didn't care that the agent was punching walls. He didn't care about anything now. The only thing he could think about was the absence of BullsEye's body. If his body wasn't here like the agent said it was, then maybe he had been lying all along. The doubt within him rose to a simmering despairing hope, tailed by a bright anger at being lied to if it were the case. But BullsEye had taught him to be sure of his target, and to not rush on without being certain. So he bolted for BullsEye's old office, again ignoring the agent that tried to get his attention by seeming sympathetic. Death didn't need sympathy. Or, if he did need it, he didn't want it and would not accept it. Taking the steps three at a time, he vaulted himself over the guard rail and skidded down the hall on his knees, not wanting to kill his momentum. Getting to his feet in one slick jumping motion, he saw the door to his brother's office. It was wide open. What was more, agents were milling in and out of it like busy bees, carrying things away. One was staggering under the weight of his computer, and another was taking out his server manuals. "What's going on," Death said, struggling to contain himself. "You don't know?" The agent with the manuals stopped and looked at him incredulously. "BullsEye was found dead downstairs a few days ago. HQ. is removing his stuff." The agent ducked her head and continued down the hall. Death watched her go, eyes turned to slits as the last glimmer of hope died slowly, painfully within him. But the anger remained, and part of him knew that it would never leave. "Where has he been taken," he asked, grabbing the retreating agent by the shoulders. The agent spun to face him, breaking her shoulder away from under his hand. "I don't know. Probably the morgue, until his funeral. It'll be announced tomorrow." And with a glare in his direction she continued on her way. The morgue. Death exhaled slowly. He had his next target.
Vall-R-E Death
Murdered. No. No, that couldn't be. "You must be joking," Death said quietly, voice dangerously low. But a seed of doubt had been planted, and behind his mask, his face had turned pale. "That's not something to joke about."
Vall-R-E Death
Death's fist paused just before it connected with the body of the agent again. The agent was now on the defensive and had yielded. He straightened up and offered the man a hand. "You put up a good fight," he grinned, then added: "For a junior agent." He helped the man to his feet. "I'm looking for a man known here as BullsEye. Do you know where he is?"
Vall-R-E Death @RPtenga, assuming you have an overarching plan for what these acrobat people are doing, I was wondering if that disc thing the acrobat just stole contains information about the agents and their backgrounds? Because Hawthorne has nothing better to do and I want her to get kidnapped, so if they discover through their stolen findings that she's the sister of one of the more higher-ranking senior agents, that could make her quite a target. And an easy one. Just was wondering if you could somehow incorporate that into the plan. :) "Okk~ The "acrobats" aren't nessecarily all part of the organization, but yeah, I could add in your suggestion." -RPtenga
Death anticipated the kick and blocked it with a firm arm. Then, gripping the leg that had been previously swept at him, he pulled it out from underneath the unsuspecting agent and held it in a pin as the agent fell to the ground, due to the offset of his center of gravity. Death could have easily broken the limb of this agent, but decided not to, instead using the agent's body as leverage to wriggle on top of him and pin him to the ground with his sheer mass. "Do you still want me to go easy on you?" He asked, grinning beneath his mask.
Vall-R-E Death Aaand here we go xD
Field day had gone well, all things considered. Hawthorne's grades reflected that. She had finally finished her classes, and had only some further training in the hospital to complete before she signed on to be a full EMT. That day, after a long talk on the phone with her insurance agent to sort out the details of adding Farimil to her brother's plan, she left her apartment. She planned on walking to her favorite coffee shop uptown and buying a pastry to celebrate her completed schooling.
Vall-R-E Hawthorne
Hawthorne stared blankly at the blood the arrested girl had left on the pavement. She sank slowly onto the bus stop's bench, eyes wide and lost in thought until her ride came.
Vall-R-E Hawthorne
Psi heard footsteps in the door to his right as he passed it. Feeling the presence of a friend, he halted and turned his gaze that way. The door was shut, but a gridded glass window in the top half of the door was unshuttered, and Psi caught a glimpse of a man beyond it, approaching the door. He didn't need a second glance to recognize his old friend.
Vall-R-E Psi
Psi heard footsteps, and Demon's voice down the hall. He turned towards the direction of the sound and began to walk briskly.
Vall-R-E Psi
Psi leaned against the doorframe, relief written over his face. "Glad to see you too," he joked. Then he lowered his tone. "For you, my friend? I would do almost anything. And you know it."
Vall-R-E Psi
Psi watched as the squad car drove off, Lightning1 gazing deplorably at him through the barred windows. Guilt twisted in his stomach, but he shrugged it off. Justice came first.
Vall-R-E Psi
Demon thought about the question for a few moments before he answered. "I would rather have too many emotions. If I didn't feel anything at all, then it would make me worse than the criminals that do have feelings. I wouldn't be fully human. I would just be a monster."
WILDANIMAL95 Demon
"I wouldn't joke about death. BullsEye was murdered. He was the main server technician and someone managed to get inside the building and hack into the system. Whoever it was now has information about all of our agents." he said. "These are the people who hurt my friend and killed someone I loved."
WILDANIMAL95 Banshee
"Only a few days ago. His body Is still in the second server room." he answered. He didn't know what to do. Death looked very unstable and he didn't want to get caught in the crossfire. "What are you going to do? It's too late to do anything for BullsEye and he was the only one who knew everything about the system."
WILDANIMAL95 Banshee
Banshee came up behind Death in complete silence. He then saw the empty room. "His body should've been a few feet inside the doorway." Banshee felt something inside his stir and he slammed his fist into the wall. "I am sick of people meddling with things that they don't understand." He turned and walked away from the door and stood in front of one of the windows in the hallway. He leaned with his fists against the glass for several seconds before he pulled his left fist back and slammed it into the glass two times until it shattered.
WILDANIMAL95 Banshee
Banshee took the hand that was offered to him and stood up. Who says I'm a junior agent?" He wiped some of the blood away from his nose and thought about whether or not he should answer the question about BullsEye. He knew Death would find out eventually but it was best to tell him. "BullsEye was murdered. In the first server room on the second floor."
WILDANIMAL95 Banshee
Banshee wrapped his arms around the back of Death's neck and twisted the top half of his body diagonally slamming Death onto his back. "Nice try, but you're going to have to do better." he said with a laugh. Banshee held his hand out for Death to take and he pulled him to his feet. A second later Banshee dropped down low with a sweep kick.
WILDANIMAL95 Banshee
"Very funny. I was just going easy on you as well." Banshee said before he grabbed Death by the back of his neck and the front of his shoulder and pushed his shoulder while yanking on the back of his neck as hard as he could. Banshee was able to free himself from the hold Death had on him and didn't hesitate to land a very strong, very painful kick into the side of Death's head. "How does that feel?" he taunted. "That was just a small taste of the true pain I can cause."
WILDANIMAL95 Banshee "As a long-experienced role player, I think it's unrealistic for Banshee to be able to fight his way out of the hold, since Death has strength as his skill and Banshee doesn't. Death is also older, and has more training. I also find it unrealistic that Banshee was able to stand up and kick him. To stand up, he would have had to move out of Death's reach, to keep him from being pulled down again or regrappled, which would have given time for Death to be ready for another attack by then, even if Banshee used his speed skill. I get that you want to establish Banshee as an excellent fighter, but you can't make him be a god. He needs to be human and have limits. He also needs to fight in a way that complies with his character and abilities. Otherwise, he becomes a Gary Stu that no one will like or relate to. Anyone else have the same observations?" ~Vall-R-E Yes, I do feel that Mary Sues and 'Gary Stu?'(that's a new one) have become a bit common in these Roleplays. "This is always what I'm afraid of... guys, just converse it over and then RP it- then agree on how each character's movements work. Realism is always important as well as the lore of this RP." -RPtenga "I hear you guys. I do have a plan in mind. Banshee is not even close to being as good of a fighter as Death. Death will win. And about the kick, he doesn't have to be on his feet to kick. He just has to push and slide his body back away quickly and twist with his leg out to bring him onto his hands and knees and kick Death in the process. " WILDANIMAL95
Björn has been in prison for a week now. he got taken in for drunk driving and underage drinking, but this hasn't been hi first time in trouble with the law. he noticed a young girl who seemed way out of place so he walked over and sat at the table she was at alone. "Hey. My name is Björn but you can call me Bear." he said as he tapped the table. She looked up and saw the boy smiling at her and she scowled. "I don't need you to try to pick me up." she snapped Björn laughed and said, "I won't try anything. I just saw you sitting over here and you looked out of place. First time I'm guessing?" Emilia nodded. "My name is Emilia and don't expect me to tell you why I'm here."
WILDANIMAL95 Björn Emilia
"If I didn't know you I would kill you, but since I know you, it's different. I wouldn't hurt someone who is kind to me, but if someone angers me, they get a piece of my rage. Uncontrolled rage." Demon said as he ran his fingers once more through his hair.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon
"If your boss doesn't know, then why are you doing this in the first place." Demon said as he managed to use his core muscles to bring him upright. "What do you even need me for? There's nothing I have that you could want. The only thing I am good at is..." he finished the sentance in his head, *Im one of the most important agents because I'm an assassin* He glared at the three of them. "What is your plan now?"
WILDANIMAL95 Demon
"WILL ANYONE ANSWER ME!" Demon screamed. "What is going on? WHy are you doing this if you know you will be punished harshly if caught. Why are you doing this when you know you shouldn't?" he hissed angrily. he was yanked to his feet and was caught off guard by a solid punch to the side of his jaw. "Is that all you can do?" he chuckled as he spit on the figure who punched him.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon
"Yes. I saw it as clear as day. Why?" he asked. he saw the look on 4EVER's face that he knew as his thinking face. "What are you thinking about? If it's about me or Lightning1 please tell me." he felt a small itch at the base of his spine and he scratched it only to notice blood on his fingers when he pulled his hand away. he would need to have his wound stitched back closed.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon
"You stay out of this." He snapped at Lilliana. He turned back and stared into Ajarae's eyes. "What are you going to do? Die or be good?" he asked. He released a little bit of pressure off the tip of the knife from Ajarae's stomach.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon
Demon was about to shove the blade downwards when he felt an excruciating pain in his stomach. He looked down and saw that he had been stabbed with his own knife and he was already bleeding. An ear splitting guttural scream of pain erupted from his throat as he fell to the side, freeing Ajarae in the process.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon
Before Ajarae could react, Demon ran several steps forwards and jumped into the air at an angle so he spun into a tornado kick that allowed him to hook his ankle behind Ajarae's neck and pull her to the ground. He landed over the top of her with his left knee pressed tightly against her stomach and he had the back of his knife against his forearm and the blade pressed against Ajarae's neck. "I have trained and practiced many forms of combat ranging from simple TaeKwanDo all the way to the complex hand-to-hand combat taught in the Marines. I know how to wield a knife better than some of the most experienced adults who train almost their entire lives. Do you want me to keep going?" he snapped.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon
Demon could see the girl was distraught with something and he felt concerned. "What's wrong? What's your name?" he asked as he closed his truck door and leaned against the outside of the black truck. "Can I help with something wrong?" He wasn't getting any answers. It was too late when he saw the flash of a taser and the glint of a pistol barrel.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon
Demon didn't hesitate to respond. "I don't want to find out what happens. I don't care if I am fully healed or not, I will find a way to get out of here and stop what is happening. A lot of this is my fault. I won't explain how because it goes into a part of my past I don't want to talk about right now, but believe me when I say I need to right my own wrongs." Demon stood up and left the room without waiting for a response back. He limped back to his room and looked around until he found the cabinet that his normal clothes were in. Once he was changed, he felt better wearing his black jeans, black shirt and red leather jacket. He looked in the mirror and lightly touched the septum piercing he had. His sign of a rebellious spirit. He left the room and headed to the hospital lobby to leave.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon
Demon didn't know what to say. "I hate humans. Humanity is the reason for all the problems we face, yet to this day we don't ever seem to die out. We just create more of ourselves and we create more weapons that could wipe out entire civilizations. What's to stop someone from smuggling a nuke into the city? What happens then?"
WILDANIMAL95 Demon
Demon felt fresh blood run down his back. He just doesn't ever give his wounds time to heal. He ran downstairs and saw the Banshee was back on his feet but was no longer fighting. Demon ran from the building and went to the truck and he drove himself to the hospital. He went up to the floor that 4EVER was on and he knocked on the door. "It's me, Demon. Can I come in?" he asked. he forgot about his pistol and pulled the bottom of his shirt over the holster to hide it.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon
Demon got up very slowly and he was in a lot of pain. His ears were ringing from the explosion and he felt a trickle of blood coming from his right ear. He saw Lilliana but no sign of Ajarae. He began to come up with a plan to get him and Lilliana away safely. Lilliana looked too young to be getting mixed up with crime and he saw she was scared.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon
Demon had fallen to the ground from the taser hits and gotten unconcious. Now he was waking up and he felt his hands were tied behind his back. He was being carried somewhere. He tried to talk but a slap to the face told him it was best not to talk. He waited five minutes before he spoke again. "Where am I?" he asked as he tried to twist his body out of whoever was carrying him. The figure only held tighter. He looked to his left an saw the girl that he had seen approach him and when he looked at his right he saw another girl that seemed like she shouldn't be messing with this gang. He knew that if they could kidnap him then they deserved too. he has never been caught by anyone before.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon
Demon left the hospital and headed the direction of the S.A. H.Q. He ignored all the stares he got from people as he walked with a permanent limp. When he turned a corner he ran into a tall and muscular figure. Demon could feel the danger in the air. He stepped back and smiled his 'Try me' smile and spread his arms. He knew this man was a criminal. The man himself was about 6 feet tall and very muscular with dark brown hair and a mask covering his entire face. Demon could see a tattoo on the side of the man's neck, a tattoo of a symbol with a scorpion. He ducked low to avoid a fist swung at his head and he rolled out of the way as the man slammed his boot down right where Demon's head had been a second earlier. Once back on his feet, Demon got into a fighting stance and pulled his long fighting knife from his left combat boot. Lunging forwards and slashing in a quick figure eight motion, Demon was able to push the man back a few steps. He did the figure eight slash again but this time he added a tornado kick that knocked his opponent against the wall.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon
Demon nodded and left the room. he went to the front desk and said that he needed someone to stitch his wound and soon he was back in the room he had earlier that day. He got his wound stitched up and he lay down and closed his eyes and fell asleep. His dreams were laced with horrible nightmares.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon
Demon opened the door and entered. "I went back to the S.A. headquarters and I had a run-in with a masked acrobat. I shot whoever it was but it isn't going to stop them. Also, something happened with Lightning1 and she is now in prison. I am going to help her get out when it's time, but I need you to give her back her status when she is out. I don't know what happened, but it sounds like HourGlass knows."
WILDANIMAL95 Demon
Demon pulled the trigger and the bullet hit the acrobat's shoulder blade shattering a corner of it, yet the acrobat still managed to get away. Demon ran after the acrobat but hit the metal doors. He screamed in frustration and slammed his fist into the door before going back to the lasers and timing his jump. he cried out from the pain as a laser burned through the back of his leather jacket and his shirt and hit his wound.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon
Demon saw her look at him and he took a couple steps forward before stumbling and nearly falling to the ground. He stopped moving and instead looked at Lilliana and began talking. "Do you want to be a criminal Lilliana? Do you want harm to come to innocent people?" Demon asked her. he shook his head as a wave of pain almost knocked him out. "Look at what has been done to me. Look at what has happened around you. Destruction, pain and suffering is what those criminals do. I can help you get out of here alive and safe from harm. Trust me."
WILDANIMAL95 Demon
"I have begged for mercy before. One time and it was the last time." he said as he stood up. "I will give you a chance. Put me in a headlock and do whatever you think could take me down." Demon slid his knife back into its sheath under the back of his shirt and turned around to let Ajarae wrap her arms around his neck. His smile faded away when he heard the sound of his knife being drawn back out. "Drop the knife Ajarae. I'm not stupid." He heard a scream but ignored it. *Not my problem right now* he thought.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon "I shared with you an RP I want to start. Let me know what I can change about it and feel free to make a character and start RPing." WILDANIMAL95 (P.S. It is called City of Malice)
"Where are you taking me? Who is W?" he asked. he began trying to break away and managed to twist out of the arm of whoever was carrying him. His hands however, were tied behind his back and hit the ground hard on his side and all of the air was knocked from his lungs. He scooted away from the masked figure who tried to grab him again to resume carrying him. Demon landed a kick square in the figure's face and heard a nose crack.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon "Please feel free to torture Demon and cause him pain. I have an idea in mind but he needs to be wounded a lot." WILDANIMAL95 "Lilliana definitely won't, but Ajarae and Will might go harsh, ehe-" -RPtenga
"I'll call you whatever I want." Demon smirked. He forgot that he had his knife strapped to his back with the handle pointed down to make it easy to pull out from underneath his shirt and having it underneath a shirt makes it easy to hide. Demon's hands were tied behind his back so as fast as he could he reached up and grabbed the knife and yanked it out. he jumped up and swung his arms under his legs so now he had the knife held in front of him and he swung the blade at Ajarae to get her to back away. He flipped the knife so the blade was underneath the rope that bound his wrists and in one fluid motion he sliced the blade through the rope. He took a few steps back so he had enough space to be in a fighting stance. "Fight me. Let's see how good you are in a fight instead of how good you are being a coward that ties someone's hands together so they can't fight back." he flipped his knife from one hand to the other repeatedly and on his face was the smile that said 'I'm going to enjoy this.'
WILDANIMAL95 Demon "She just has to stab Demon with his own knife."WILDANIMAL95
Demon heard the reply and right away started to come up with a prison break plan, but he realized that prison was the best place for Emilia to be right now. "Gather as much information as you can. I will find a way to get you out as soon as I can. I'll help restore your status once I get you out. Be safe." He ran from the room after he grabbed the pistol from his drawer and an extra mag. he was running down to the second floor when he heard footsteps. He ran towards the sound and came to the first server room on that floor. He watched the lasers and timed his jump as best as he could but he still got hit by a laser. It burned a small hole in the side of his jeans and burned his leg. he winced but kept moving. he went farther into the server room. "Hello? Is anyone here?" he called out. He turned left around one of the server walls and saw a figure with a mask. On instinct he grabbed his pistol and aimed it at the figure. Get on your knees with your hands behind your head." he snapped.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon "Some small point-outs: Lasers don't make people bleed; they just burned part of the figure (the figure's also trained so it's not easy to detect someone's in there). Secondly, Ryden can't enter/turn off the lasers because it was set by the staff. Is it possible for you to change this term slightly?? Hope you understand." -RPtenga "Fixed it. And I completely understand. Once more, thank you for letting me know. Lot's of times if I am not told of something then I won't realize whats wrong." WILDANIMAL95 "Okk, thanks." -RPtenga
Demon spit out the blood that was forming in his mouth. "Why are two girls so young getting all mixed up with bad people?" he asked. He looked at Rillix and he smiled his 'Im gonna do something stupid' smile. He liked to rile people up and the easiest way to make someone mad enough to stab him was to get under their skin by talking about family. "Hey Rillix. I'm assuming you are mixed in with a gang because you were ditched by your parents. Or they died. Or you were born into a gang. The reason you have no parents is because you weren't loved." his mind went into autopilot mode and flexed his core muscles as he prepared for Rillix to stab him.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon "Stab him. I have an idea of how he can escape with Lilliana alive." WILDANIMAL95 "She doesn't have a weapon, though (tasers can only tase)." -RPtenga
Demon saw a girl who couldn't be more than 18 years old and he hopped down from the truck and went to get in the front seat. He noticed she was coming towards him and he stopped. "Can I help you?" he asked the girl.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon ""Sorry for making this term so short, I didn't know what else to come up with. Feel free to torture Demon. xD" WILDANIMAL95
Demon opened his eyes and continued walking. he decided to pay a visit to the graveyard. He walked among the tombstones and grave markers until he came up two that were side by side. His parents. Lucy and James Colt. He stared at the graves and said to them, "I wish you guys were here. I need you. More than you know. This city is worse than it seems. I do my best but it's not enough. I crashed your car dad but at least it means I can restore it like you and I did." He didn't hear footsteps coming up behind him as he slid down to his knees and cried.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon "I have a better idea. Have Demon get kidnapped. I want to make him suffer for a little. And he also would be able to figure out who the masked acrobat is if he gets captured by them." WILDANIMAL95 "Hmm... ok, sure, since both of you want your characters to meet the organization, ahaa. From the head acrobat's viewpoint (yes, this is the one called "boss"), all the characters in the RP are useless and can be easily manipulated. It's also impractical to destroy/remove agents when the "boss" is injured. I can, however, figure out a different way with Ajarae trying to kidnap them and Lilliana." -RPtenga "Do it however you think it would be best." WILDANIMAL95
Demon jerked upright from the nightmare he was in. He dreamt that he was laying on his back with his hands tied to his sides. he had a blindfold on and over and over he felt the blade of a sword being drug across his torso until he was covered in blood. His own scream echoed inside his head and he closed his eyes but the pain and the sounds got louder when he did.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon "I have a question. Can Demon save Lilliana? Or do you have a plan in mind?" WILDANIMAL95 "Sure, I already thought about the entire head acrobat's story over a year ago. For Lilliana's, I only figured out the over-arching story, but the rest can be altered (feel free to add more stuff in the RP, if you have any other questions let me know!!)." -RPtenga "Perfect. Thank you. I do have one question. Where exactly is she in Silisting?" WILDANIMAL95 "He hee, well, say, for example, on Ryden's viewpoint, he doesn't know where Lilliana's located, or that Lilliana exists in Silisting. That would work better later in the RP." -RPtenga
He left the hospital and got in his truck and drove into the heart of the city. He parked and began walking around through the crowds. He saw adults staring at him and one mom held her child's hand when he passed them. He knows he looks like a bad teenager but he isn't as ruthless as people think he is. He found the center park and sat down on a bench and closed his eyes. He was enjoying the sounds of the city coming awake when he heard a shout. he opened his eyes and saw a young woman running towards him. About ten yards behind her was a man who didn't look very kind. Demon held out his arm and stopped the woman. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" he asked. "That man is following me and he tried to grab me. Can you help?" Demon nodded and stood in front of the woman but in between her and the man. "You need to back off." The man saw the threat in Demon's eyes and he stopped and glared and then turned back around and left. "Thank you so much." The woman said. Demon nodded and watched the woman walk away from the opposite direction the man went. He sat back down and closed his eyes.
WILDANIMAL95 Demon "What if Demon begins walking through the city and hears her scream and he decides to see if he can help someone even though he doesn't know who it is." WILDANIMAL95 "He doesn't need to help her if you don't want to. Considering that there's sliding doors hidden in walls, it's a concealed area." -RPtenga "I would love to have Demon help her." WILDANIMAL95
Demon ran past the man who was leaning against the wall now. He didn't need to finish off the fight right now. He ran until he came to the S.A. H.Q. and he put in his ID code and entered the building. He saw two men fighting and he froze in place. One of those men was Banshee. Demon kept his eyes on Banshee and watched him fight. Banshee was surprised to feel a kick to the stomach and he was unprepared to have all the air forced from his lungs. He staggered back and tried to get air but it only cost him more time. A jab to the chest and a punch to the face sent him to the ground and his instincts made him bring his arms up to protect his face while on the ground. He went from being the offense in the fight to having to be defense. He hated when someone bested him in a fight. "Alright, alright!" he snapped, "You win this round."
WILDANIMAL95 Demon Banshee
Demon took his eyes off the fight and ran upstairs to his office. Something was off. Then he noticed that his office was the only office that wasn't in complete disarray. "Whoever is in here you better show yourself." he snapped. "You are in no condition to fight." A female voice responded. Demon stepped back in surprise when he heard it and he tried to figure out where the voice came from. He stepped into the center of the room and turned in a slow circle and surveyed the entire room but didn't see anything. He stepped behind his desk and leaned down and opened the secret compartment and pulled out a spare earpiece. He put it in and began to try to talk to Emilia. "Are you there? Are you safe?" he asked. "I am in prison Demon. Just like you, I couldn't control my emotions or actions." she said with a waver in her voice. Her earpiece wasn't confiscated because it wasn't detected through any scanners and it wasn't visible to the eye. "Help me please."
WILDANIMAL95 Demon Emilia
Emilia sat in silence trying to come up with a plan to get away. Every plan she has come up with will always end with her getting caught or killed. She felt the car slow down and she looked up when it came to a stop. She looked out the window and saw that they had parked inside a high chain link fence with razor wire at the top. "Great." she muttered. The door opened and she was pulled out of the car and led through the doors to the building that housed all the cells. They stopped at the front office and she lost all hope of getting out. Then she realized that since this was a prison, it was full of criminals. *There has to be someone here who was or is still a part of the criminal organization that is smuggling weapons* she thought. her heart beat began to race as she figured out this was probably the best place to gather information.
WILDANIMAL95 Emilia
Emilia screamed as she tried to get away but it was useless. She felt betrayed. She saw HourGlass's eyes and he only said with them to be strong. When she was locked in the backseat of the police car she turned herself onto her back and tried to kick the bars shielding the glass windows in the back door but the bars were made for this exact reason.
WILDANIMAL95 Emilia
Emilia was silent in the back of the cop car. She was trying to figure out what was happening. Something didn't seem right when she harmed a civilian. She didn't feel like she was in control of herself.
WILDANIMAL95 Emilia
Once searched and all items and weapons had been confiscated from her, Emilia was given a white t-shirt and a gray jumpsuit to change into and she was taken to the center of the prison building where there were tables and inmates were sitting or walking around and talking. Everyone went silent and she could feel all eyes on her. Attention. Something she hated having a lot of. She walked to an empty table as far away from everyone else and sat down and tried to think.
WILDANIMAL95 Emilia