David's eyes widened as Tommy managed to get 2 M4's out and pointing at him within the place of a single second.
"What?! How-!?" He was only able to say as he was showed up yet again by someone who didn't even have super powers! How the hell did he do that!? Why is he so damn fast?!
"....Grrrrrr-GAH!" He shouted before he threw his gun on the ground in frustration.
"Every stinking time! I getting sick of it at this point!" He cursed as Melethia and Teri came into view, adding to his embarresment.
"Oh Perfect...Just perfect, just in time.... The SECOND you step out of line Vercetti, I will find you and I won't throw the book at you, I'LL SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!" He raged before returning to his cruiser, swooping to pick up his gun on the way, before making his way to another dispatch. Great! The one time I get TOMMY FUCKING VERCETTI and I can't do shit! Great!... He cursed to himself as he tore off, leaving the gang behind him as he did.
Cadolbolg wondered to himself what would happen if Devon didn't change suits and gave a little gasp, "Friend Devon, if green's a bad color here, then shouldn't we get you different clothes? I don't want you getting in trouble... That'd be bad."
However, Cadolbolg's worry was changed when he heard Ella talk about himself being the point of attention and gasped, "Oh boy! I don't know what'd I do if lots of people swarmed me! Maybe I'd blow fire to make them leave me alone?"
Indeed, Cadolbolg hadn't quite reached that age to where he was completely enamored with the thought of romance....
Mele, Teri, Ton-Ton
[color=0E59E4]"If things get crazy, turn into a staff immediately Sadei. I don't want to start a fight, but this guy looks like he's got some serious stuff hidden away..."[/color]
Teri kept the Sadei-pen at ease in one of her hands, the other being left free in case a Reppuken might have been required (which Teri was very much hoping was NOT the case), and called out to the gangster packing heat, [color=0E59E4]"Like my sister here asked, is there a reason you and that cop were fighting? We're not here to cause trouble, just a little inquisitive about what's going on. I mean, when a flaming car lands in the middle of a beach, kinda sparks some curiosity, you know?"[/color]
After asking the question, she used the ring to communicate to Melethia, [color=0E59E4]"How did you know that, Mel? Had to deal with unreasonable lawmakers in your world... Kinda wondering what David was doing here too.... With wanting to leave the Dawn, you'd think he'd get away as much as possible..."[/color]
When Tommy got a good look at the speaker in question, he saw that it was a young woman who was... Dressed in robes? In this heat? (Close approximation of said clothing. Doesn't show the rest of Teri's gear [http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs9/i/2006/148/e/b/Kaias_of_the_Silver_Flame_by_shadowsmyst.jpg])
In fact, both of the girls talking to Tommy looked like they walked straight out of a Lord of the Rings movie; but there were a few anachronisms here and there, such the Tablet strapped to the older speaker's side or the baseball cap on the younger girl's head.
Regardless, even with the giant dog(?) that followed in after them, the girls looked civil enough. Or, at least as civil as Lord of the Rings character look alikes could.
Ton Ton, on the other hand, took the moment of distraction to keep to hide under Garm's bulk, pulling up his little hood to hide the green scales that were his flesh. If they were supposed to lay low, a Tonberry was no way to keep any sort of privacy.
Devon nodded. That's what I was worried about, too. Why do you think I'm looking for a clothing store now? Ella, you can pick it out, but nothing that would work back home, okay? You know what I mean."
Ella looked around and found a store after a bit of looking and pulled out an outfit [http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kuz1fN8j0RY/Tl9TOykbV1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/tDIm-WTsYUs/s1600/draft_lens3187452module20067272photo_1267825983mens-casual-wear.jpg] for him. "Try this one on, okay? I'll see if there's a few others that I like on you. Cadolbolg, you mind looking for one that he might find nice with me?" She lifted the turtle dragon off Devon as he went to the changing room, keeping a hold on the bag while looking around.
Mele, Teri, Ton-Ton
Sadei gave an affirming sound before speaking up again. I'll be ready.
Mel smiled as she responded to Teri. Well, the gun on the dead moron is a smaller gun, probably meaning that was the best he had. He's also really lanky, so he was probably full of bluster. Meanwhile, the shot that was fired was a lot louder than that gun would make, so he misunderestimated Mister Vercetti here.
After taking a moment to eye up the older man that had aged rather well, she nodded. "Sorry to butt in on your break, but does that sound about right? The cop there's probably trying to make a name for himself, and it's not too hard to find out how to work around that type."
The Undead merchant opened his eyes when addressed. He was silent for the most part, lost in his thoughts and the darkness that lived within his heart, but the voice of the living had disrupted the veil that had covered his eyes. He looked over to Slindis, his eyes a cold sapphire blue and regarded the dark elf with a small nod. [color=dark gold]"I will not be making contacts in this land as it were,"[/color] he answered Slindis cooly, [color=dark gold]"I see no point in consorting with the newly rich and young upstarts, they have fragile pride and even poorer judgement."[/color]
He turned his head to stare outside of the limousine, those eyes of his seemed to be made out of glass, or crystal. [color=dark gold]"Although I do appreciate your sentiment. It is always a good feeling to be needed. To fit in."[/color] However, I do not know if it is here that I will truly hold myself forevermore, he added to himself.
Another few minutes and the group was at their destination, The large Docklands of Los Santos.
Leaving the safety of his bulletproof haven, Rugal made his way towards one of the more isolated warehouses.
"Alright, just let me do the talking if you don't mind. My Contact is rather jumpy. He's had a few attempts on his life-..." He trailed off as he neared the door finding it unlocked and slightly open.
"....He never leaves this door unlocked...." He realized as he rushed inside, pushing the large sliding doors wide open.
And when he did, he realized that the entire warehouse was empty save for several dead bodies with pinpoint bullet wounds on their skulls.
"...Oh crap..." He stated as he began to look for any sign of who did this. This is bad, this is bad. Shit, knew I should have just called Omni Consumer Products... He thought as he gravity of the situation set in.
Jenny
As the gang talking with Tommy Vercetti...Talked with Tommy Vercetti, Jenny then came into view, having jogged after them from the beach.
Once she was reunited with them, she said "*Pant Pant* What part of *Gasp* Wait up didn't you get?", clearly not one for track and field.
Once she had caught her breath, she looked at Tommy and asked "...Who are you?"
[color=0E59E4]"Like my sister here asked, is there a reason you and that cop were fighting? We're not here to cause trouble, just a little inquisitive about what's going on. I mean, when a flaming car lands in the middle of a beach, kinda sparks some curiosity, you know?"[/color]
The guns in Tommy's hands disappeared as he turned to the two, looking at them for a moment as he came up with a response that could get him away as soon as possible. Christ, LARPers...... He walked over to the two, about to respond to Melethia's question. "Your....." My god, she actually is dressed as an elf! Well, I'll give them credit, their costumes are good, but I have to wonder about their parents. "......sister, has it right, guy thought he could rob me, didn't end well for him. I'll warn you two, its a bad neighborhood around here. " This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder, get jumped by gangbanger with a death wish, then Irish Dirty Harry, now these. Then again, could be worse.
"*Pant Pant* What part of *Gasp* Wait up didn't you get?"...Who are you?"
.....That's it, I'm done. "Well lady, or whatever you're supposed to be, I'm leaving before I lose what remains of my sanity. Have a good one!" He turned and walked off, slightly faster than normal. Why can't I meet someone normal for once!
As they entered, Slindis immediately got suspicious and motioned for Caim to cover the entrance while she looked around for the ambushers she felt were still coming. In particular, she checked the dark corners.
[color=c200]"Caim, we're likely going to have some guests soon. If you have any ranged attacks ready, I'd prepare them. Lucieon, get ready to take some cover if you don't think you can fight.
It's about to get real messy in here."[/color]
Mele, Teri, Ton-Ton
As Tommy walked away, Mel began to follow him. After all, even if the man was weirded out by her, the fact that he'd lived for so long on these streets meant she could learn something from him. "Ya comin', sis?" She was able to ghost Tommy, although with how long the man in the Hawaiian shirt had lived on the streets, it was fairly likely that he'd be able to pick up on him.
However, to Jenny, all it looked like was Mel running off... again. The girl had energy, if nothing else.
The mighty dragon took in a deep breath as the air around her seemed to shift away from the salty scent of the ocean, and settled into a more musky, smoky scent. She was now flying over the main city of San Andreas, and as she had noted before when flying over other large human cities, the air was not quite as pure as the area towards the oceans. Perhaps it was the dwellings being here that caused that? Or perhaps it was the larger factory buildings she could see? Regardless, it was something the dragon had noticed was a common denominator as humanity progressed in technologies. Perhaps the same would have happened in her world too? Humans grow larger castles and the ideas of magic and dragons fading with it. Was that to be her fate eventually? She had spent so long in a human's form, it was almost as if she was becoming mortal herself.
"Bah. A foolish thought. I shall not fade as a dragon. I... I am still myself, am I not? Even if- even if I have experienced things as mortals do, so long as my heart remains as a dragon. I am still one. Right?"
Contemplating these things, the dragon continued her flight over the city and observed what she could of the environs below.
Rugal, Slin, Caim, Lucieon, Kalastryn
Caim gave a snort at the mention of range, and held up his sword to emphasize the point that he had no such thing as range (aside from his magic). However, that sword quickly changed in his hands into a different weapon, A long and twisted looking Glaive [http://lparchive.org/Drakengard/Update%2016/37-1212014820.jpg] taking place of the familial blade. If there was to be trouble indeed, then Caim was now ready for it...
Mele, Teri, Ton-Ton, Jenny
With a sigh Teri looked over to Jenny and said, [color=0E59E4]"I'm gonna go after her. You're welcome to ride on Garm if the heat is too much for your feet. Ton Ton, if you'd like, I'll stick you in the satchel. Or you could ride with Jenny?"[/color]
Ton Ton crawled out from under Garm and hopped onto the wolf, pulling up his hood as he did so, [color=15650D]"Well, with Ms. Jenny being seen, I suppose I won't be too out of place either. Better hide the green with my hood though. Don't want to get into trouble and all that..."[/color]
With a smile, and waiting for a moment or two for Jenny to mount up, Teri and the wolf (with his passengers) ran after the elfin girl, calling after her, [color=0E59E4]"Mel! Wait up! Not all of us run like cheetahs!"[/color]
Ella, Devon, Cadolbolg
Cadolbolg tilted his head in confusion, "But you already look pretty, Friend Ella. Friend Devon tells me this many times. However, I can try?"
If anything else, the tiny turtle dragon baby was honest, but he did as he was asked. Fluttering around the store, Cadolbolg wondered what would go well with the red headed lady that accompanied his frequent roosting spot of a friend.... Perhaps this would do? Cadolbolg grabbed something [http://cffiles.thesimsresource.com/299/299054.jpg] off of a rack and handed it to Ella.
As Caim and Slindis scouted for enemies, Rugal managed to find out what was taken: Everything.
"Shit! Whomever this was managed to clear out the whole Cache, Weapons, Activation Codes, Viruses. That asshole is now running around with enough high powered arms and B.O.W.s to wipe out an entire cityA" He shouted in frustration, this was only supposed to be a 3 hour trip, A 3 HOUR TRIP!
"Okay, New plan. Whoever did this can't be far, Blood is still fresh...He was expecting us..." He then recounted as he began to figure out what his next move would be.
"...So what happens now?..."
Suddenly, the sound of a helicopter flying in above them filled the building followed by a loudspeaker that shouted:
"IF I KILL THEM, DO I GET A MEDAL?" "YOU'LL GET 2!" "THIS IS THE LOS SANTOS POLICE DEPARTMENT! STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" "OH JUST SHOOT THEM YOU PUSSY!"
Soon the sounds of sirens rushing to meet them began to arrive, They had gotten a tip that a group of international terrorists were robbing a military depot. And after that one time where a street gang robbed it, they were eager not to let that happen again.
Code:
Wanted Level: 4 Star: Helicopters and SWAT Units
Jenny
"Nah, You go on ahead. I tracked her down last time!" Jenny joked as she watched Teri and Ton Ton race off after the elf, not wanting to get caught up in that nonsense again.
*Shakes Magic 8 Ball of Writers Block*
???
Meanwhile, back on the ship, Shawn was going about his business after firing off a few hundred rounds on the flight deck, unaware that everyone had dismounted a few hours ago.
As he looked for his crew members, his Pip-Boy managed to pick up a strange Radio frequency labelled "Deadshot FM". "Hey, You! Yeah! You. Guy with the Radio. I know you can hear me...Okay, That was a lie, I have no idea, This thing is only one way. Just call this number when you get the chance, I wish to talk with you. 555-1099, don't keep me waiting."
When the airship ported into the grand city which thefts more then one thing, the air was still crisp when Shawn smelled the unusual scent of sea salt. Getting up from the air walkway after the smelling the fresh surroundings the now officially Lone (Once again) Wanderer checking out his surroundings. They were at a beach ... A BEACH. This man has never been to one in his long career as a destroyer of bad stuff. "This is definitely a beach ... but I don't know where this city is?" He wondered for a while, keeping a lookout for any of the crew he had been spying on.
Until he heard the radio broadcast. "Well this could obviously be a trap for anyone with a radio ... " Sighing he knew what he had to do. "But I can't let anyone be caught up in this." Shawn tensed his hand into a fist. The next thing he did was jump off the Rising Dawn and dive into the sea below him, not bothered to re-equip his Rebreather just yet.
Shortly afterwards the now soaked armored man walked out of the ocean and to the nearest street, which luckily had a payphone. Walking next to it, the survivor pulled out a bottle cap. "Ugh ... how do you work this thing? And does it take caps?" He examined the machine and figured out it took old world money. "Crap" he said inside his full head. Luckily enough, a gang or people wearing mostly purple clothes walked passed him. "Excuse me can you len-" Shawn said but surprisingly everyone was looking at the thing he held in his empty hand.
"Oh Jesus!"
"Fuckin' crazy, take it all!"
"Please don't kill me."
"I PISSED MYSELF MAMA!!!"
"This is almost worse then that time I saw Boku no Pico!"
Were the words they yelled as they threw coins and notes at Shawn and ran away.
Looking down he could still see his anti-material rifle in his left hand. "Hmm, it seems open weaponry isn't suitable for this ... world." He said to himself as he un-equipped his weapon and inserted all of the coins ,and typed in the number. A threw rings later and someone picked up.
Luckily enough Shawn was smart enough to recognize how the phone worked.
"Hello whoever is on this~" He said in a happy tune.
"Holy shit, someone in this city can actually follow basic instructions! That's a finding a Unicorn." The voice snarked as Shawn called him. "Also, Props for using a payphone in 2013. And here I had all this fancy ass Cellar tracking shit to follow you with, but now I can just go old school. Cheers...Whoever the fuck you are. Tell me, You like killing people?" He then rather bluntly asked as the voice on the other end could be heard typing in something onto a computer.
"So I just transferred some cash to a contact of mine, but see, I'm greedy as fuck so if you could go and whack them and send that money back to me, I'd really like that.
Any Questions or shall I just forward you the details?"
After hearing the details of this contract, Shawn didn't like one bit of it. He disliked working for bad people and usually in the end he ended up killing them instead of the actual contract. "Well ... I'm not from here. I just come from a place where most of this technology either doesn't exist or doesn't work." Shawn was adding time to the clock, thinking about what can happen.
"And now for your question. 'Do I like killing people' ... in all honesty, I don't like killing people ..." A break was left for Shawn to say, "But I need to kill certain people and things to make a certain place better for everyone else." Shawn said to the phone in a firm tone. HE had no idea who he was, who he wanted to kill and why did he choose Shawn.
A breath flowed into the transmitter of the phone. "I'll hear what you have to say about 'my reward' and 'who' I have to kill ... but I'll still probably hang up." Shawn said, he could feel the very familiar feeling he had felt much before. It was the feeling of a hunt.
Continuing his attempts to clear his head of the insanity he was seeing, Tommy walked over to a cafe, pulling out his phone as he waited to be served. He asked over one of the waiters "Hey pal! Can I get some caffeine around here please?, Pure Black", once again trying to lean back and relax. He looked up from the phone for a second, ...and spotted Melethia watching him from the other side of the street. He didn't give any tells that he saw her, just looked around and back to his phone, looking busy with other things.
Once his drink was delivered to him, he dropped a hundred bill on the table and grabbing the large mug, walked down the street and disappeared round a corner. However as Melethia attempted to follow him and as the others caught up, Tommy appeared behind them, having sprinted around the block. Coffee in one hand, 44. Magnum in the other, he wanted answers. "Alright, lets drop the pretend crap now shall we? Who Sent you? Cipriani? Yakuza? I have all day here."
"That's what I'm all about. Making the world a better place! Okay, so I hired some guys to help me move some shit into San Fierro and Las Venturas. The first is in Vinewood, a Drug Dealer by the name of Big Poppa. A High ranking Latino gang member, got so big he was able to buy a mansion off some rapper that hit the bottle too hard. Go in, kill everything that moves. Guy, Kill it, Call Girl, Kill it, Puppy, Kill it. Don't care how you do it, just I want that man and everything next or near to him dead. Once you are done, grab his laptop, get this bank password and send it back to me."
The "Deadshot FM" Signal began to let out a series of beeps from Shawn's Pipboy. "And that's the tracking Device. Does what it says on the tin. I'm watching you now. Do this for me, I'll call you again. Run along now."
The line went dead as the unknown man hung up.
???: Glen Park
After he hung up on Shawn, he then sighed at his partners as they tried to offload a canister with a Bio-Hazard Symbol on it out of the boot of their police cruiser.
They parked under the bridge in one of the few parks in the city. "Hey! Watch the Tank, one leak of that and we'll all be dead." He shouted at Pulaski as he nearly let one drop on the ground.
"The hell are these things anyway?" The C.R.A.S.H. Officer asked as the Man set a timer on it. "Grade A T-Virus. Zombies in a can. Second this bad boy pops, whole Residential District will become a walking graveyard."
Despite what he had first thought, Tenpenny seemed to object to this.
"What!? You going to kill all these people?! Just like that!? Hell no! I might be a lying cheating son of a *****, but I took an Oath. To SERVE and PROTECT! My Measures might have been extreme, but god damn it they had to be. AND I'M NOT LETTING YOU TURN MY CITY INTO YOUR TWISTED DOOMSDAY FETISH!" The C.R.A.S.H. leader shouted, leaving tension hanging in the air....
...
...
...
"...GOTCHA!" The corrupt officer then joked, causing even their employer to chuckle. "Fucks sake man, don't do that. I was this close to killing you!" He said, admitting that was pretty funny.
"No, but for real, fuck this city!" "Yeah, Fuck 'em. Get a few of these in the Ganglands and I'll make it $500'000 a can."
Thus they worked on their virus bomb...
Slindis communicated to the others with the rings. [color=c20000]"Rugal, find alternate exits now. Caim, if you can become invisible in some way, do so. It would help if you could get Angelus to get some aerial cover from Angelus with some heat. Otherwise, I'm going to see if I can make these foolhardy people give us an escape route."[/color]
With that, she used Shadow Fade [http://ddowiki.com/page/Ninja_Spy_enhancements#Ninja_Spy_Shadow_Fade] to become invisible as she snuck out of the building to get a better layout of the people attacking them.
Code:
Slindis is invisible for one minute, and thanks to her enhancements, Slindis will naturally gain enough Ki to reuse Shadow Fade when it wears off.
Ella, Devon, Cadolbolg
Ella looked at the outfit and giggled before shaking her head. "It's okay, but it really isn't my taste. It reminds me way too much of home." She hoped that she let her boyfriend's companion? Training partner? Brother? Well whatever it was, she hoped she declined in a way that didn't make him sad.
"Well, are you in the mood for lots of fishes? I think there's a good place not too far from here, although all these people with absolutely perfect smiles is too much like that other home..." For some reason, she was unsettled by all of the hopeful actors and actresses in this part of Los Santos.
As Devon looked around for a second outfit (Having paid for and put on the first one) he noticed Jenny entering the store. "How are you today, Jenny? You look really tired."
Mele, Teri, Ton-Ton
Melethia looked Tommy in the eyes with a hardened stare hardly fitting someone her age as she talked in a serious tone. "I sent myself, and I don't give a damn about those other names. After a bit, you know when you see quality. Takes a good bit of instincts to shake me, and you're someone I want to learn from and maybe do a bit of work with.
After all, there's a few places I'm looking to see here from the little map I saw of the area. Areas that will aid us both if I can pull it off. Now, you can pull that trigger, but you'll always have that nagging itch if you just turned around. Do you want to be forgotten in 20 years, or do you want this area to know your name for hundreds of years?"
As she finished her talk, Teri arrived on the scene to hear the end of her sister's talk, and she saw a small mace in her sister's left hand.
Name: Mercy Clarke Gender: Female Age: 21 Years of Age Species/Race/Ethnicity: Human | White Employment: Full Time College Student / Part Time Bicycle Courier
Appearance:
-Dyed Red Haired, styled in an asymmetrical fashion
-Brown eyes
-Five Foot Five inches
-Piercings
-Capris, Tank Top, Zipper Hoody
The door to the office opened with a slight louder than barely audible creak as a rather cold college aged girl and rather damp entered the lobby of 1060 West 104[sup]th[/sup] Ave, Suite #200, located somewhere in Midtown. Her normally neutral toned clothes (a pair of capri pants, a tank top and zipper hoodie) looked even more so given the soaking they had been given by the micro burst that Midtown had just experienced in the past hour.
Looking around the sparse office, her brown eyes noted the sign that read "Applicants sign here" and the pad of paper that had not a single name on it.
"Damn. I hate being the first one. The first ones never get hired." She thought to herself as she also envisioned herself bolting out the door in a blur of asymmetrically styled, Red Menace hair colored hair and deeply tanned skin. It was either that or bolt towards the bathroom to vomit since she had a rather delicate but rather empty stomach. In the end, her empty stomach won over the rest of her Five Foot Five Inch body and kept it firmly planted in front of the receptionist.
"Umm. Hi." She murmured quietly, unsure if she was even cut out for the job and come to think of it unsure what the job even was.
"Hi there!" The blue haired receptionist said exuberantly with a smile that reflected said exuberance, "You can go right it!"
"Umm. Thanks." Mercy said as she opened the door that lead towards the single office beyond, cursing the fact that she hadn't bothered to take her visible piercings out.
Equipment:
-Data Bracelet: Computer, Communicator, Weapons container
-Courier Bag of Random Items
-"Smart" Bike
"That interview went pretty well, a little too well." Mercy mused to herself as she exited the office, smiling to herself that she had managed to BS her way through the series of inane questions that had been asked of her. Her smile stayed plastered to her face as she headed towards the elevator that would take her to the deliveries department locker room.
"God! I can't wait to get something to eat!" She squealed in delight as she had managed to not only score the job, whatever an S&T Courier was, but had managed to score a cred advance.
"Ding!" chimed the elevator as its doors slid open, revealing the locker room.
"They must be a start up or something." The red-head muttered, walking towards the single locker that occupied the locker room and opening it.
"Nice!" She exclaimed as she spotted the silver Datalet (Data Bracelet), a bracelet that also functioned as a personal computer and communication device, slipping it over her right hand and letting it settle on her wrist, the heat from her skin telling the Datalet that it was time to get out of sleep mode.
"Hmm. Autopistol? Tracer Rounds? Hellfire Rounds? Buzz saw? Utility knife? Someone must have been playing that new Battle Field 13 game Lo's been gushing over." Mercy commented as she looked at a screen that had been marked inventory on the datalet.
The next item she pulled out of the locker was the Courier bag. To say it was kind of heavy was understating it. To say that it felt like she was strapping a 20 pound, canvas octopus onto her back would have been more to her liking, she was majoring in English Literature after all. Looking inside the bag, she noticed that nothing was inside. The fact that the bag seemed to weigh 20 tonnes with nothing inside of it wasn't the strange thing, however. The fact that she couldn't even see the inside lining of the bag was what freaked her out a bit.
"I must be waaaaaaay hungry" She said reassuringly to herself as she closed the bag, sure that she would perceive it correctly the next time she opened it after she got some food inside of her.
Finally, and most curiously, was the bike. It was one of those Smart dealies that she'd heard about and only seen a couple times. Not only did it fold up into a single piece that she could then strap to included thigh holder, it had been custom designed for the job, syncing up with the office computers and telling the Smart Bike where to go.
Satisfied that the locker was empty, the newly hired bicycle courier left the locker room and headed towards the nearest McTaco King.
Skills:
-Gymnastics
She was glad that most people in Midtown had the rather automated reaction of ignoring what other people were doing. This wasn't because she was moving at a haphazard and unsteady pace through MidTown but because she was trying not to fall while moving at a haphazard and unsteady pace through MidTown. She honestly hadn't ridden a bicycle since she was 10 years old and it certainly didn't help that the bike kept trying to steer her towards the center of the city.
"Stop it would you?" She asked in frustration as the bike tried to negotiate a 90 degree turn in the span of less than half a second. It did give her plenty of time, however, to look at the driver of the taxi that the bike plowed into, sending Mercy rolling over the handlebars of her "Smart" Bike, rolling onto the hood of the car and coming to rest on the roof of the car.
"Asshole!!!" She screamed as she stomped on the roof, thankful that her years of gymnastics had paid off.
For those of you planning on entering the MidTown Taxi Mafia, the following response is definitely unappreciated by most people. The driver of the taxi shot through the roof of HIS car.
"What the hell?" The red haired girl exclaimed as she tumbled forward, over the trunk of the car, her feet landing on the wet and slippery asphalt. This was rather unfortunate, since she managed to slip on the asphalt and bang her head on the Taxi Mafioso's bumper.
The English major was at a loss for words as the driver, now standing over her pointed the barrel of the pistol at her face.
Background:
You know how they say that you see your life flash before your eyes when you're about to die? Mercy's did.
She was born to a rather dysfunctional home in New Montana, a place formerly known as Ireland to a pair of rice farmers, Cal Clarke and Lois Clarke. You'd think that, as the daughter of a rice farmer, Mercy would have followed her parent's footsteps and become the proud owner of a half acre of rice paddy swampland but then again, you'd only think that if you didn't know Mercy Clarke.
Mercy spent lots of time with her head in a book. If she wanted to pass the time, she'd read a book. If she wanted to travel the world, she'd read a book. If she wanted to go out for a hot date, she'd read a smutty book. The world was what books told her to be true, that being anything was possible.
It wasn't until she hit the ripe age of 16, marrying age in New Montana, that Mercy decided that she needed to get out into the world, or get stuck pumping out babies with Jim Smitty.
There were other things that happened to her, like the one time she got this job as a bike courier in Midtown and how a Taxi Mafioso almost killed her. Almost.
Weakness:
-Human
Turns out, while Mercy's life was flashing in front of Mercy's eyes, she had reached into her courier bag, the only thing that she had handy at the time, and pummeled the Taxi Driver with the first thing she could get her hands on in the bag that seemed empty but really had something in it. It was really the strangest thing anyone in Midtown had seen in years and would become the stuff of urban myth for years to come.
A pink, inflatable bat. That's what struck the offending driver and that's what caused him to drop his gun in surprise as his eyes perceived an actual bat heading for his face. The first thing they taught members of the MidTown Taxi Mafia was never to drop their gun. They've got hair triggers and will most likely discharge if dropped. So when the driver's gun was dropped, it discharged, right into the man's leg, causing him to howl in pain as he dropped like a burlap bag of jasmine rice.
Battered, bruised, and wet. Mercy just sat there until the medics came. At least the hospital would feed her.
Somewhere in Los Santos: Mercy Clarke
A lone bicyclist roamed the streets of Los Santos, checking out her surrounding as she looked at her Data Bracelet for the location of her next delivery and the person she was supposed to deliver to. The recent arrival to the town was happy to spot a McTacoKing on the side of the road, that was until she noticed where she was.
"GREAT! JUST *BOOPING* GREAT! LOS SANTOS?! LOS *BOOPING* SANTOS?!" Mercy Clarke exclaimed and cursed and would have started shaking her fist if it wasn't for the fact that she would've crashed into the side of a randomly placed building. If MidTown was the Heart of the World that Mercy came from, Los Santos would be somewhere around the anus, perhaps the taint.
Bringing her Smart Bike, or Stupid Crappy Piece of Crap Bike as she liked to call it, to a stop, Mercy noticed the fact that people were staring at her and her exclamation to the world, each person giving her an expression of fear like any one of the could be killed or car jacked at any moment, which was why Mercy HATED Los Santos in the first place.
"Alright, whomever this Ton-Ton guy is, I hope whatever whatever I'm delivering to him is worth it." Mercy muttered as she started following the directions that would take her to the dude.
"GOD! SO HUNGRY!!!!" She exclaimed again as she turned the corner.
After the phone was hung up, Shawn did the same and looked around.
A sigh came through again.
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> 1. [Speech 60] He lied through his teeth, something is up.
2. I should not do this.
3. Pff, fuck this.
4. I wonder if he has caps on him?
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Selecting his first option, he knew that something was already up, something bad.
Shawn was glad that he poured most of his experience into his speaking skills, they usually paid out in the end.
Though with this job, since something bad was going to happen he may as play along since he was being tracked. Somehow he will end up where this mastermind is ... and will do something to stop him.
Keeping silent and thinking to himself, he had no idea if someone was hacking his Pip-Boy and was hearing on him.
"Well ... may as do it, I have nothing else to do-"
Shawn said to himself but heard a siren come behind him. "The hell?" as he saw a weird car with wheels and blue/red lights pull up beside him. "PUT YOUR WEAPONS ON THE GROUND AND HANDS UP"
"All of them ... okay, if you say so." Next thing the cops saw was a massive pile of weapons land on the ground in front of them. "Jesus" They said, distracted by not only the numerous regular weapons they saw but especially the weird weapons in the pile. The two cops felt a cold wind on their backs.
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> 1. Stay still and you won't loose an arm.
2. How about you put YOUR weapons down?
3. Im'a put a bullet in yo nuts.
4. [Terrifying Presence] I HAVE THE SHINIEST MEAT BICYCLE!
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"Stay still and you won't loose an arm." A voice said behind them, obviously the two suddenly looked behind but two blows struck them. Fortunately the two punches to the face they had received did not involve the [BLOODY MESS] perk. "They must have some good luck." Before he picked up his giant pile of weapons and the police cruiser keys. Getting into the driver's seat Shawn looked at the instruments.
"I swear I saw a book on one of these."
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> 1. [INTELLIGENCE 8]These must be similar to the old world vehicles, left pedal is brake and the right must be accelerate.
2. I'll take some time to learn.
3. Screw it, pedal to the metal!
4. I'm sure my FACE CAN SOLVE THIS. *Smashes face into wheel*
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Shawn had his intelligent thought. "Thank God my Dad was smart." Shawn was reminded of his S.P.E.C.I.A.L score and skill set. The cruiser was already on as Shawn pulled away from the curb in his first car ...
and stolen police outfit.
Luckily enough he left one of the men with his underwear still intact.
A few minutes of driving later, Shawn managed to find himself outside the Mansion in question.
Right off the bat, it looked better guarded than any old raider camp with several gang members walking in patrols carrying 9mm pistols and in some cases MP5 SMGs along the rooftop and most of the ground entrances.
He could also see a rather beat up looking AC unit feeding cool air into the vents of the mansion on the side in the shade.
With the right know how or enough force (Repair: 75/Melee or Unarmed: 50) He could switch off/break the fan and use it to enter the building that way.
Failing that, He could either sneak in the main door (Sneak: 50) or just go guns blazing and snipe off most of the guards before they could so much as react (Perception: 7), allowing him to avoid raising an alarm.
Finally, he WAS dressed like a cop.
With the right buff (Speech: 80) He could claim to be collecting a bribe or whatever dirty cops did.
Whatever he did, he was told to leave no survivors to link back to his employer so taking a non-violent option might make things harder in the long run...
Taking a note out of Slindis' book, the weapon in Caim's hands changed to a strange looking blade that better resembled a comb [http://lparchive.org/Drakengard/Update%2012/29-swordsmasher1.jpg] than something that would kill a man. Following that, he began to look around the room for something to break with that strange combish blade, only a scowl on his face to answer for.
"Damn! If only there was something I could use...."
As he tried to find a way to charge the invisibility magics of the blade, he reached out to Angelus' mind....
Angelus, in the skies
As the dragon was enjoying her flight, she felt the twinge of her partner's mind reaching her's and 'opened' the channel between them, "That didn't take long... What is all this urgency I sense from you? Is something wrong..?"
The closest approximation to a mental eyeroll was 'heard' and Caim answered, "Something happened regarding Rugal's deal. All the appropriate contacts are dead and the place we're holed up in is empty. On top of that, aerial units are upon us. If you showed up, that'd make things a bit easier. If what Bernstein said is true, law enforcement is just as bad as the criminals around here... I think we've been set up for something..."
With a snort, the dragon shook her head and winged over back into the direction of the beach, "Not that we didn't predict this... Very well, I shall be there shortly. You'll know when I've arrived..."
Pumping her wings with as much force as she could manage, the red dragon began her move back towards where Caim's 'signal' lay, the wind singing much harder about her. So much for a peaceful flight...
Ella, Devon, Cadolbolg, Jenny
Cadolbolg gave a happy loop de loop in the air at the mention of fish to eat, good food being high on his list of favorite things (Learning new ways to properly use his breath weapons being next to number one), "Good meat of any kind is always good by me! Now I don't know what you mean by all the smiling people, but Father told me that you needed to watch out for smiling people. They're always hiding something.. I think anyways? I dunno."
Oh Cadolbolg, if only you knew how many people shuddered after you said that. The mouths of babes could speak the harshest truths, even in a place like San Andreas. With a playful little shrug, Cadolbolg took back the outfit and then fluttered, landing on Jenny's slight shoulder with a waving claw, "Hello! Came to find nice outfits too? Friend Ella and Friend Devon are certainly doing that..."
Mele, Teri, Ton-Ton, Garm, Tommy
Teri's eyes widened when she heard the portion about Melethia trying to work together with the man, the gun wielding angry looking man, that stood before them. With a hurried chanting and cast of Entropic Shield [http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/entropicShield.htm], a shimmering field appeared around her as Teri, Garm and Ton Ton rushed onto the scene,
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Teri casts Entropic Shield, which creates a chaotic multicolored field that causes a 20% chance for ranged attacks such as arrows, magical rays and the like to miss! Being as Teri is level 8, this spell lasts for 8 minutes!
30 seconds before another 1st level spell can be used!
As she looked at the standoff, Teri gripped the Sadei-Pen with one hand, sent a request for her to begin growing and began charging a Reppuken in the other as she called out,
[color=0E59E4]"Melethia! What on earth are you proposing to this man? 'Be remembered for 20 or a hundred years'! Do you realize what that sounds like?! Look, talk like that and getting a gun pointed at our heads was the last thing on Mum or Dad's list when it came to visiting this place. We came to relax on the beach, not do god knows what with unknown men who have seemingly endless repositories of weaponry and ammo hidng in their rear ends! Now..."[/color]
Turning to the man with the gun, Teri gave a sigh and said, [color=0E59E4]"Now, as for you, Mr Ver-Vur- uh, Tommy. I don't think I can pronounce your family name properly-"[/color]
Dimitri chimed in at that moment, answering the query with a pleasant tone (which did not reflect the situaion at ALL), [color=3897E0]
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"In the language of Italian, a "c' has a "ch" sound, as Fettucine, Ciucci, and Gnocci's pronunciation can attest to... Hence, I believe it is pronounced as 'Vur-Chett-e'. However, American dialects can have it be pronounced as Ver-Setti as well."
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With a small eyeroll, Teri continued, [color=0E59E4]"Thank you, Dimitri. Mr. Vercetti, I don't know what's exactly going on between you and my sister; but if you would be so kind as to put down the gun, perhaps we all can have a civil conversation instead of threatening to kill one another and I can possibly wrangle an explanation as to why my sister thought following you around was a good idea."[/color]
Garm would not stand for both of the Pups being threatened by some unknown person, and forced his way past Teri and Melethia, teeth exposed and hackles raised as he waited for any iota of a threatening gesture from the man with the Hawaiian shit.
Ton Ton, on the other hand, while he had his equipment readied on the back of the direwolf, noticed something shining in the distance from behind the man Melethia seemingly took an interest in. Was it a girl on a bike... (Mercy Clarke)? Hey, that girl looked kinda familiar.... Little did the Tonberry know that Ms. Clarke had intended to deliver a gift for him. He had never received mail from anyone before.
Lucieon stared awkwardly at the flying helicopter and grimaced. Shit was hitting the fan, and the Dark Elf that had been beside him suddenly vanished into invisibility, as their kind was wont to do. He stuck his tongue out, thinking the even rather distasteful, but nonetheless Lucieon raised his Catalyst toward the Police Department.
[color=dark gold]"Rugal... shall I return these people to the Earth?"[/color] Lucieon muttered under his breath. His hand was quivering and the nagging voice in his head told him that he did not have enough spell charges to deal with the oncoming onslaught. It would be prodigal to use his utility sorceries to help them escape... perhaps an illusion spell or a enchantment of invisibility, like the Dark Elf had done. [color=dark gold]"Or shall we escape under the guise of the Dark?"[/color]
Indeed the Dark. He had picked up a scroll detailing it's power. A simple destruction type ability with a large area of effect, it summoned a massive thick sweeping black fog that destroyed the essence of humanity, making it deadly to both living and undead while making it an unobtrusive shield for the true hollowed. He had enough humanity to survive it briefly, and he was sure that Rugal had more than enough. The Dragon Knight would not be affected, for his souls was bound to the flying fire-breathing demon lizard. It would be a powerful weapon for their escape. Ultimately he readied he spell but did not elaborate on it's properties. And so he waited for Rugal's response.
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Red Mage | Titania
"...and she was absolutely furious with Black Mage after that. I mean, I've seen women get mad, but for a White Mage to cause that much destruction, unfathomable!" Red Mage laughed as he finished his story. The journey to Moscow had taken them a long time, and the plane flight to Los Santos even longer. Then the two had hiked to the Rising Dawn and bid its presence to pick them up. Titania smiled sweetly and rest her head against his shoulder, her soft small hand smoothing the red satin that made up his shirt.
"It's a good story," she said, half asleep in Red Mage's arms, "You're full of good stories RM." Her long white hair rest on his arms, and her sweet fragrance filled the air around her. They had been quite a sight when they arrived in Samara, the city that Red Mage had destroyed on his path to accumulate the souls needed to transcend space time, two figures in the distant snow, wreathed in tattered red cloaks as if they had just wandered out of some medieval european fantasy. The people had thought him Rasputin come again by the time he reached Moscow. A man who could move in the snow without tiring, who could walk over water and through ice, carrying a strange girl that seemed to look his younger kin. They had started naming Titania of all people the lost Empress Anastacia. It was a funny thought, and it made Red Mage smile as he gazed at her face. Her eyes were half-closed with beautiful green emerald eyes that glittered like the South Pacific Sea, her long black eyelashes and soft neat eyebrows endowed her with a great sense of nobility, and her soft half-smile, perched atop small ruby cupid-bow lips, warmed his heart. A heart, which he thought he did not have. It was understood that he was an illusion, a backup copy of the man who tried to kill God as it were. But at the same time, as the days passed, he seem more and more corporeal.
After the fifth or so encounter with Orthodox priests they were fed up with the interruptions and had changed their clothing. Red Mage retained his signature brilliant crimson clothes, just turned from his travelling cloak and tunic into a light thin satin. He traded his leather leggings for simple pants made of red silk, and he gave up his hat to the winds. Titania had also traded her imitation clothes for a silk knee length skirt of deep blood red and a white blouse, inset with a brilliant ruby gemstone. All the time had given them leave to talk, and talk they did. Titania spoke of the Fae courts and dealing with her husband and the humans. Sometimes she gave little snarks that gave away her quirks as a member of the Faery, a little distaste for salt here, a few gripes about debt and appreciation, and sometimes she even sneered about how frail the humans were. Red Mage mostly entertained her with stories of his former adventures, of fighting Garland as the Warriors of Light and eventually coming to terms with Sarda and destroying the Demon Chaos.
Titanis shifted her weight a little and placed her free hand on Red Mage's heart, "Do you ever miss them? Your friends, I mean."
Red Mage's answer was not immediate, but it also did not seem to pierce his cool demeanor. After a few moments he gave his response casually, "The only man displeased witht he sight of his friends is a man that has none."
Titania gave a small girlish laugh, "Well said child, well said."
When they finally came to his old room, which had recently been the Anti-Mage's room, and before her the room of a very ambitious brown haired girl with a claymore, and before her a young sickly technopath, he opened the sliding door and took a small glance at the burning bonfire before muttering a quick incantation to smother it. Titania rolled in his arms and placed her arms around his neck, smiling. "You know, The Anti-Mage left a lot of her residue in here, if you know what I mean."
Red Mage placed her gently on the bed, which had been left as it were since Kyre had last laid upon it naked, and remade by BlackHarte. Titania twisted her body around to flip herself over, and lay on her stomach, her head resting on a blossom of blankets cradled in her arms. "I will clean this place of residue soon enough." He clapped his hands together. "BlackHarte!"
There was no answer.
He clapped his hands again, "Armageddon!"
Similarly there was no answer. He put a hand on his head and brushed back his long white hair, "They must be held up somewhere in the Sea of Chaos.
"Who cares?" Titania called out from the bed, her voice muffled by the blankets that held her head, "Come, rest with me. Tell me more stories and work my back. I am tired after such a long time travelling."
Red Mage took a few steps backward toward the bed while eyeing the broken terminal in the shower, it's stone of Darkness still torn away from its receptacle.
He tried one last name, clapping his hands together and giving a sharp barking call, "A.I. Vermillion!"
Sea of Chaos Location: Character Lounge | LoN's Cafe | Subspace Time: N/A
BlackHarte sneezed. "What the fuck!?" he grumbled angrily, wiping the hot coffee from his shirt. Armageddon gave a small smirl and popped another sugar cube into his mouth. After all this time, the fiery steed no longer bothered to keep his original form, much preferring to stay in his human body, to the delight of the female members of the cafe's staff. "I didn't even know I could sneeze. No infection or illness, no irritants in my nose. What could have caused it?"
"I suppose someone was just talking about you behind your back," Armageddon joked.
BlackHarte threw a sugar cube at Armageddon's face in response. The Warhorse caught it in his mouth and bit down on it with an audible crunch.
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