Red, seeing no one else jump at the position, volunteered. "I can be the other driver. What would I have to do, exactly?"
Rise of Villainy 2: Rise Harder (Villain RP 1 Slot Open/Started)
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Rugal threw over the uniform and said "Simple, one of us heads to the Library, they fake a heart attack or something, You and I pretend to try and revive them, giving the rest a chance to slip in and take the Blueprints, We start a fight in the middle of the city, I can't see that ending well..."
Having got no response form rugal, xailus said 'Do you even care what happens to these people right now?'
'Could I just say I know we are "team evil" but are we really going to kill two paramedics, why don't we just jump straight to kicking puppies and drowning cats?'
'what would that achieve?'
'I was making a sarcastic comment, wh..'
'I forgot doing something different might kill you'
Terry failed to come up with a response.
'Could I just say I know we are "team evil" but are we really going to kill two paramedics, why don't we just jump straight to kicking puppies and drowning cats?'
'what would that achieve?'
'I was making a sarcastic comment, wh..'
'I forgot doing something different might kill you'
Terry failed to come up with a response.
Rugal stared back to Xailus and said "Just Knock them out for now, as for Kicking Puppies and Drowning Cats, I'm petty sure we won't go THAT far..."
Rugal nodded and made the call.
"Alright, Guess it can't be helped. Joey, Bust a Cap in their asses..." He said as he found the Keys for the Ambulance and went to check up on it.
"Alright, Guess it can't be helped. Joey, Bust a Cap in their asses..." He said as he found the Keys for the Ambulance and went to check up on it.
"You've spent too much time watching movies Blondie. Shooting them in the doesn't do anything but piss people off. Besides, I've got a quieter way of doing it."
He walked up to Metal Man, touched them both on the head, and sent two clots on the way to their hearts, and one to the brain. They'd be dead in a few seconds...and he heard the thumps as he walked off.
"Alrighty then. Where to now?"
He walked up to Metal Man, touched them both on the head, and sent two clots on the way to their hearts, and one to the brain. They'd be dead in a few seconds...and he heard the thumps as he walked off.
"Alrighty then. Where to now?"
The sound of a engine starting and Rugal struggling to turn off the siren filled the store.
Rugal re-entered and said "Everyone, Met up in the city centre, We'll Work it from there. Red, Lets move."
Him and Red got in the Ambulance and sped off.
Rugal re-entered and said "Everyone, Met up in the city centre, We'll Work it from there. Red, Lets move."
Him and Red got in the Ambulance and sped off.
After a while xailus finally finished cleaning his bloodstains, he tossed the shirt a side and quickly picked up his trident from the cornor, he looked at the dead bodies and said 'If anyone has time they might want to burry these bodies, I presume the rest of you don't want the smell of rotten flesh pestering the air
'I know I don't, with touch being limited to metal, sight being almost fully blocked, hearing infested by stupidity and taste being restricted by said stupidity smelling things is one of the few things I get to do'
'So you are just going to call me stupid?'
'I didn't call you stupid, I am surrounded by many people'
'Don't even go there we both now what you meant'
the argument continued as Xailus left for the city centre.
'I know I don't, with touch being limited to metal, sight being almost fully blocked, hearing infested by stupidity and taste being restricted by said stupidity smelling things is one of the few things I get to do'
'So you are just going to call me stupid?'
'I didn't call you stupid, I am surrounded by many people'
'Don't even go there we both now what you meant'
the argument continued as Xailus left for the city centre.
Meanwhile, Amelia managed to scrounge up some clothes from a nearby store. It wasn't much, just a t-shirt, jeans, a leather jacket and some boots.
"Not bad," She said to herself. "Now, where's the city center again...?"
"Not bad," She said to herself. "Now, where's the city center again...?"
OoC: Alright, Diablo accepted me... here's my character sheet...
[sub][sub][sub][sub][sub][sub]Don't hate me...[/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub][/sub]
On the window of the Hospital van, a boy knocks on the door.
"Hello? Just wondering, why the heck have you been parked in the same spot for three hours, and are staring at the library?"
He has an old fashion rucksack on his back.
Character sheet:
Name: Dovahkiin
Alias: Dragonborn.
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance:
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However, when he goes out to fight, he wears this:
Powers/Skills: A almost expert swordsman, and carries a knife that can cut through most anything. Can easily cut through flesh and leather, can cut through iron with relative difficulty, and Steel with great difficulty. Oddly enough, can?t cut through duct tape for some unforeseen reason. Has a halfway decent marksmanship ability, but prefers to use the Knife.
However, he is fairly stealthy, not quite a master, but close to the ability of a master.
He also has a bag that can carry almost limitless items, however, if it contains a total amount of items that end up weighing over 400 lb?s, then it suddenly weighs however much it should actually weigh.
Weaknesses: Very, very foolish. Ignorant to many things, and can oftentimes be fairly blind to subtle hits.
Can be slow to the upkeep, and can be stupid.
History: One day, out of the blue, he woke up.
He didn?t know his name, he didn?t know who he was. All he knew was that he was on a beach. Somewhere.
He shakily got up, ?Where am I?? he mumbled under his breath, ?Who am I??
He slowly got up, and took a long look at his surroundings, and saw three things next to him.
a knife, a bag, and a file. He slowly opened up the File.
Dovahkiin looks at the file, and paused. is this who I am? What?s going on?
He closes the file, and pockets its contents. He looks at the knife, in a stone holster. He puts the holster in his pocket, and looks in the bag.
The bag had a set of Dragonscale armor from Skryim. What skyrim was, he couldn?t remember. He see?s a nearby city, and strolls into it...
Three days later:
Dovahkiin continues to hide from the Hero after him...
This was not the world he knew, not at all. Heroes Pleugh the streets, punishing everyone for the most obscenely useless crimes. Everything is under their control, everything. They control everything...
And I killed one.
As I missed a trash can, and the Mcdonald's wrapper fell to the ground, I was attacked. The hero wore a weird ass costume, like most did, but seemed fairly incompetent. The hero demanded that he put the trash in the trashcan, and I complied. Then he told me to give him my knife...
I don?t know why, but I didn?t want to give him my knife, for some odd reason. I told him no. He... he attacked me. He pulled out his lighting baton, and I pulled out my knife. He dives at me, aiming to slash my side. I slice his batton... and cut through it with ease. ?What? the hero said. I followed it up with a jab to the heart...
and killed him. easy as that, ?dead.? I just looked as they fell...
and I ran. I?m still running. Its been an hour, and they will want me dead...
This world needs a hero. A hero to take down Hero?s...
A Villian. Yes, this world needs Villains. He would be a Villain.
I continue to sit in the dumpster, waiting for someone to open it up...[/i]
Dovahkiin heard noises outside his dumpster, and saw them. The most Ragtag group he's ever seen...
Villains he thought, watching them. He heard the shouts of the medics, and winced. He... he didn't want them dead... but he shouldn't try to interfere. But he should, because... well, he wanted to prevent... Gah, he was so confused! His ideals split between two locations...
As per who did this to him, well...
He is a hero (with questionable ethics) from another dimension that is more balanced in the ?hero-villain? thing, in the year 2017. One of the hero?s decided to try his hand at creating a device that can bring fictional things into the real world. First thing he did was take the subtle knife from His Dark Materials. He proceeded to open up a hole into the other universe, and saw how rough shape it was in. The hero realized the universe needed villains, and decided that he should send a troublemaker into it. Someone with a somewhat decent moral fiber, but a troublemaker. He found a kid, a troublemaker, ?Dovahkiin,? was his name[footnote]His parents were Elder Scrolls fans[/footnote]. He dragged him from prison, wiped his mind, gave him a bag that could store items in, holding a set of Dragonscale armor from skyrim, gave him a altered Sublte Knife[footnote]Altered so that it couldn?t cut through space and had some difficulty with some objects[/footnote], and the file you saw in there.
Name: Dovahkiin
Alias: Dragonborn.
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance:
However, when he goes out to fight, he wears this:
Powers/Skills: A almost expert swordsman, and carries a knife that can cut through most anything. Can easily cut through flesh and leather, can cut through iron with relative difficulty, and Steel with great difficulty. Oddly enough, can?t cut through duct tape for some unforeseen reason. Has a halfway decent marksmanship ability, but prefers to use the Knife.
However, he is fairly stealthy, not quite a master, but close to the ability of a master.
He also has a bag that can carry almost limitless items, however, if it contains a total amount of items that end up weighing over 400 lb?s, then it suddenly weighs however much it should actually weigh.
Weaknesses: Very, very foolish. Ignorant to many things, and can oftentimes be fairly blind to subtle hits.
Can be slow to the upkeep, and can be stupid.
History: One day, out of the blue, he woke up.
He didn?t know his name, he didn?t know who he was. All he knew was that he was on a beach. Somewhere.
He shakily got up, ?Where am I?? he mumbled under his breath, ?Who am I??
He slowly got up, and took a long look at his surroundings, and saw three things next to him.
a knife, a bag, and a file. He slowly opened up the File.
Test subject: 845
Codename: Dovahkiin
Nickname: Dragonborn.
Futeure Occupation: Assasin
Listen, if you are reading this, then the experiment was a success. Don?t hope about returning home, or finding missing memories. All you need to know is that everything is over. Make a new life, oh, and take your knife, we don?t need it.
Codename: Dovahkiin
Nickname: Dragonborn.
Futeure Occupation: Assasin
Listen, if you are reading this, then the experiment was a success. Don?t hope about returning home, or finding missing memories. All you need to know is that everything is over. Make a new life, oh, and take your knife, we don?t need it.
He closes the file, and pockets its contents. He looks at the knife, in a stone holster. He puts the holster in his pocket, and looks in the bag.
The bag had a set of Dragonscale armor from Skryim. What skyrim was, he couldn?t remember. He see?s a nearby city, and strolls into it...
Three days later:
Dovahkiin continues to hide from the Hero after him...
This was not the world he knew, not at all. Heroes Pleugh the streets, punishing everyone for the most obscenely useless crimes. Everything is under their control, everything. They control everything...
And I killed one.
As I missed a trash can, and the Mcdonald's wrapper fell to the ground, I was attacked. The hero wore a weird ass costume, like most did, but seemed fairly incompetent. The hero demanded that he put the trash in the trashcan, and I complied. Then he told me to give him my knife...
I don?t know why, but I didn?t want to give him my knife, for some odd reason. I told him no. He... he attacked me. He pulled out his lighting baton, and I pulled out my knife. He dives at me, aiming to slash my side. I slice his batton... and cut through it with ease. ?What? the hero said. I followed it up with a jab to the heart...
and killed him. easy as that, ?dead.? I just looked as they fell...
and I ran. I?m still running. Its been an hour, and they will want me dead...
This world needs a hero. A hero to take down Hero?s...
A Villian. Yes, this world needs Villains. He would be a Villain.
I continue to sit in the dumpster, waiting for someone to open it up...[/i]
Dovahkiin heard noises outside his dumpster, and saw them. The most Ragtag group he's ever seen...
Villains he thought, watching them. He heard the shouts of the medics, and winced. He... he didn't want them dead... but he shouldn't try to interfere. But he should, because... well, he wanted to prevent... Gah, he was so confused! His ideals split between two locations...
As per who did this to him, well...
He is a hero (with questionable ethics) from another dimension that is more balanced in the ?hero-villain? thing, in the year 2017. One of the hero?s decided to try his hand at creating a device that can bring fictional things into the real world. First thing he did was take the subtle knife from His Dark Materials. He proceeded to open up a hole into the other universe, and saw how rough shape it was in. The hero realized the universe needed villains, and decided that he should send a troublemaker into it. Someone with a somewhat decent moral fiber, but a troublemaker. He found a kid, a troublemaker, ?Dovahkiin,? was his name[footnote]His parents were Elder Scrolls fans[/footnote]. He dragged him from prison, wiped his mind, gave him a bag that could store items in, holding a set of Dragonscale armor from skyrim, gave him a altered Sublte Knife[footnote]Altered so that it couldn?t cut through space and had some difficulty with some objects[/footnote], and the file you saw in there.
On the window of the Hospital van, a boy knocks on the door.
"Hello? Just wondering, why the heck have you been parked in the same spot for three hours, and are staring at the library?"
He has an old fashion rucksack on his back.
Rugal rolls down the Window and says "Thit is Private..ummmm..EMT...Stuff...Move along...".
I swear to god if this is a Hero... he thought as he scanned the area for the others.
I swear to god if this is a Hero... he thought as he scanned the area for the others.
Rugal Rolled his eyes and said "Look, save people's Lives for a living? What do you do? Eh?"
It was at that moment the boy realised that he looked like someone from the news, One of the Villains behind the Casino Attack.
It was at that moment the boy realised that he looked like someone from the news, One of the Villains behind the Casino Attack.
The Second the Boy said that, Rugal seemed to panic sightly and punched the Boy in the face, Knocking him out before dragging him into the back of the ambulance.
Once he woke up, Rugal was holding a large neddle like a knife.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you..."
Once he woke up, Rugal was holding a large neddle like a knife.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you..."
Red sighed at Rugal's inability to lie to the boy, but went along with capturing him anyway.
"Next time, I really should do the talking," she muttered to herself.
When the boy came to, she was against the back door facing the two and ready to prevent an escape attempt.
"Next time, I really should do the talking," she muttered to herself.
When the boy came to, she was against the back door facing the two and ready to prevent an escape attempt.