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Post by Anna on Jan 29, 2010 20:47:36 GMT -5
Anna walked around the former slums of New York dressed in a black t-shirt that was tight fitting and wearing a black minishirt in some black stilettos.. Gotham, was what it was called, recently for some unknown reasons. Harlem, Bronx, whatever they were called, merged into a more crime ridden dark area called Gotham. Damn, I thought it was bad before. People dying blatantly on the streets, cops taking bribes every second of the day. I am here on official vigilante business, one of my college friends was working the streets to pay for her degree. During our chemistry class, she did not show up and it was testing day.
I swear, if I find any street gangs responsible, I will rip them from limb to limb. She laughed and said out loud," I am going to wish they were never born if anything happened to her." A loud pound was heard and she had punched a hole in an old falling down wall. The sound of people screaming was heard from around the corner. She walked steadily over there and saw two thugs wielding Shocker like gauntlets and terrorizing a couple. Evil laughter was heard from them only to be interrupted by a childish giggle. They turned around to come face to face with Anna. " Boys, put up you damn toys. Kinda makin' it obvious you guys are trying to make up for an obvious lacking of *ahem* something." said Anna while pointing at there crotch. One of them then yelled and fired a sonic blast at her. She crouched and moved with quick speed and super kicked him under his chin sending her stiletto straight through his brain. She then spinned and through his body up against a wall. A loud blast was heard and she was knocked up against the wall. She got up and smiled as her face was covered in blood. The blood dripped down onto her left hand and she said," I like bleeding." The wound then healed up as she fired several small ball shaped projectiles made out of her blood that left huge gaping holes in the man's chest and two in his head where his eyes once was.
She then turned around and said," Just taking out the garbage. Pieces of shit got my shoes covered in blood." She then walked towards where her friend was supposed to be staying and working at.
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Post by Rorschach on Jan 29, 2010 21:02:47 GMT -5
Rorschach stood on the edge of the street, wearing his "disguise" and his trench coat, with his "face" and hat tucked in his pockets. He held a sign made from a cardboard box, reading: "The End is Nigh." He watched as the filth that was humanity pass by him, watched as the sun began to set over New York City. Tucking the sign under his arm, he began walking over to an alley, vanishing inside the darkness. Tugging on his "face" and putting on his hat, he stepped out of the alley and began walking the dark streets.
He heard screams. Speeding up, he arrived to find a woman in a black dress and heels, with a couple of what appeared to be dead thugs, bleeding from a variety of areas. Putting two and two together, he realized this woman was probably a vigilante. He nodded to her. "Nice work," he said flatly. "Justice delivered, from what I can see." He heard the garbage comment and nodded again. "Yes. Exactly what they are. Garbage."
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Post by Anna on Jan 29, 2010 21:12:53 GMT -5
Anna saw a man wearing a mask that had an ink design that constantly change. Interesting mask, wonder what it is made out of? " Yeah, justice. My form of justice. Nice to meet ya, you can call me Anna, have something to hide? I mean, all who wears mask have something to hide. A snap was heard as she opened up her purse and pulled out a napkin and cleared off the blood from her shoes as well as the brain matter.
" Anyway, besides the mask, short guy, you seem to be the same kind of person as I am. I am looking for a fellow classmate of mine, she was working the streets to pay off her college. She did not show up. I was headed towards the hotel she works at. Mind assisting me? Have a feeling there is more of this garbage who call themselves human." She snorted and watched as the innocents ran away in fear.
Darkness, is the true nature of mankind, nothing is different. There are those of us who possess light but it is nearly snuffed out by society. Like mine was, just will prevent it from happening to any others like me.
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Post by Darel N. Franchetti on Jan 29, 2010 21:39:58 GMT -5
Darel using a sword as a weapon...Darel using a weapon period was just wrong when he was hunting down some mobsters. Why was he in Gotham? Branching out as so many people have told him to do. Plus these people have been avoiding the Franchetti family for a good seven months Darel was told. It didn't take Darel long to find them it was easy with his abilities.
He had already disposed of most of the people involved with them, now it was time for the rest. He didn't plan on leaving much behind. As the other ran Darel projected the image of a brick wall in front of the other, he had such a small mind it was easy. Making it feel real Darel smiled as the other fell. Bringing his sword down to the other's neck slicing it off more blood spattered onto his clothing, "That is it." he replied.
Dragging his blade agaisnt the ground it let off a few sparks. He pass two people, not like they matter his mission was done for. He needed to get cleaned up as well.
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Post by Ashleigh "Blondie" Williams on Jan 29, 2010 21:44:55 GMT -5
She stood on the other side of the street as she watched the woman, on her own, take the gang out. It was really impressive. But being the person she was, she only smiled as the men went down in a pool of their own blood. Can't say I feel sorry for them. Blondie thought over. Guess they got what was coming for them. Too bad I didn't get a chance to play. Would had been fun fighting off a bum. She knew her father would hate her for thinking that but then again, she wasn't her father. She was better than him. After all, she wasn't the one who spent seven years in prison only to murder the very man that put him in there to begin with. Though to be fair, he had every reason to do it. And so Blondie couldn't really argue with him there.
She looked up as another figure came into view. It was a short masked man. He was holding an old card board sign. But she couldn't quite make it out. The woman seemed okay to have him there. And from what Blondie overheard, she wanted to help too.
Blondie quickly made her way across the road. She flipped her poncho over her shoulder, just like how Clint Eastwood did. And for a few brief seconds, she wondered if they would take her seriously.
"I watched what you did," she started. "I can't say that I liked it but...it's good knowing that there's people out there that are cleaning up this god for saken city." Blondie took a sigh before continuing. "I may not look like much, but believe me, if you want help...I'm a person that's best at what I do."
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Post by Rorschach on Jan 30, 2010 10:06:27 GMT -5
Rorschach listened to this "Anna" character as she asked if he had something to hide. "No, nothing to hide. This is my true face," he said, continuing to listen as she explained about why she was here. One of her friends, a prostitute, judging from Anna's description, was missing. "Hrm. Lot of people killing prostitutes in this city. I will help you find her and...take out the garbage."
He turned, watching a female Clint Eastwood impersonator arrive and offer to help. "Fine. Will need all help available," he started. He heard the scraping of metal on the ground. Darting out, he saw a man dragging a blade across the ground, sending sparks flying. The blade was covered in blood. "No," Rorschach said, running after him. "You will not get away."
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Post by Anna on Jan 30, 2010 15:11:53 GMT -5
Anna yawned a little and said," Wow, a blonde female version of Clint Eastwood, should be interesting. Well, you wanna help? Fine by me." She sighed as she felt a chill flow through the alley. I need to keep going. She noticed the man wearing the inkblot mask chasing after a man wielding a sword. She sighed and said," Damn, I was hoping not to get too caught up in this mess." She then proceeded forward and said to the man wielding the sword," Excuse me, mister sparky blade. I DON'T give a damn who you are but why is your sword covered in blood?"
She glared at Rorscach with an intensity not seen before. Gotham, represents the true nature of mankind to a point. Dark, grime covered and corrupt. Nothing more to it. All places will end up like this area, at one point. Man naturally extinguishes all light present for there own selfish reasons. Like mine was and like thousand others were.
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Post by Darel N. Franchetti on Jan 30, 2010 15:22:07 GMT -5
Three emotion signatures nearby, one of them filled with intensity. Not Darel's type of person to hang around. But it didn't mean that he was going to increase his pace. He stabbed the blade into the ground before jumping up and balancing one foot on the hilt, looking at the others. He listened to the girl who asked him not for who he was, but what he was doing.
Darel isn't one to lie unless he was told to and why shouldn't they know. He doesn't care if the whole world knows. "Covered in blood mostly due to the deaths of the people I just killed. Why else would I use it? Their chapter was over, all they did by running was just increase the number of scenes adding very little suspense. Too boring for the audience, character deaths always make for an interesting climax." he stated.
With the question answered Darel jumped off his sword and picked it up from the ground and once again drug it against the earth. Sparks once more flying into the air. He had no need to stay with these people. Darel had a job to do.
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Post by Ashleigh "Blondie" Williams on Jan 30, 2010 18:45:39 GMT -5
Blondie nodded her head to the both of them before eying the man who was dragging his sword. Anna had asked him who he was, and without missing a beat, the man replied. Honestly. Which was odd. He hadn't lied to them. Unlike most people. Which meant he was smarter than most people too. And I guess he doesn't feel like he needs to lie. Guess he sees no reason to. She then slowly crossed her arms over her chest. She was thinking. The girl was looking for her friend, the masked man was helping, and now this stranger had just admitted to killing people. Though he never said he didn't kill the girl's friend. Which caused Blondie to perk her head back up.
"Who did you murder," her voice was stern. Blondie couldn't show any weakness. And right now, she didn't have any. If she was going to help the woman too, then she needed to think for that stranger's best interest. And if she wasn't going to ask the right questions, then she would need to.
"It's nothing against you, but we're in a bit of dilemma. And if that dilemma doesn't get solved, well...I suppose there'd be hell to pay."
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Post by Rorschach on Jan 30, 2010 19:08:28 GMT -5
Rorshach looked back at the blond Clint Eastwood fangirl. "Doesn't matter who he murdered," he said. "He murdered. Grounds for justice." With that, Rorschach lunged forward at the man with the sword, who was already walking away, and grabbed the sword from his hand, tossing it away. Not allowing the man to respond with an attack, Rorschach slammed his right fist into the man's gut while striking the man across the face with the other.
Stepping back from his attack without feeling the pain course through his hand, Rorschach kicked away the sword, which now lay on the ground, and tossed away the cardboard sign he held. He reached into the pocket of his trench coat and pulled his knife.
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Post by Anna on Jan 30, 2010 19:33:22 GMT -5
A loud burst of thunder was heard across the skies. Anna looked up and saw the lightning streak across the clouds. She sighed," Better answer that question quick. About to rain and I don't want to be walking around here wearing wet clothes." A loud popping sound was heard as she cracked her knuckles with intent of hurt. The darkness of this place represents the latent darkness of every human's souls.
Anna then said," On another note, I really don't like that every place is a stage bullshit. Only douchebags or idiots say that. You obviously aien't no Shakespeare and he should be the only one allowed to say that due to his great works, or what people refer to as great works." A clank was heard as the sword was picked up and she started to swing with it from hand to hand with amazing speed and ease. Whistling was heard as well as swift cutting motions as blood fell to the ground only to form spikes on her shoulders. The pain brought a smile to her face. Pain brings joy to me no matter what, guess a sign of how little light I have in me.
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Post by Darel N. Franchetti on Jan 30, 2010 19:45:42 GMT -5
Darel continued his walk as he listened to the girl with the hat. "Your dilemma is just that, yours not mine." he replied. Continuing his walk he felt his sword leave his hand, "No matter I have mor--" then a punch collided with his gut and his cheek causing his body to fall to the side, before he hit the ground he extended a hand. Now balanced on one hand he looked at the knife in Rorshach's hand.
"Why would I fear such a simple blade?" Turning to face Anna he gave her a disappointed look, "Then you know no art. Shame for someone your age." Looking that he was surrounded, but the odds weren't against him as he just eyed his enemies. They weren't civilians so by Franchetti law he could kill them. Staring at the girl he saw her power and smiled, "Hemokinesis, the manipulation of blood. Copied and applied to current battle methods." he said as in his eyes he saw their auras.
Borrowing the power over blood from Anna he bit the thin flesh of the top of his hand. Throwing his hand outward a blade of blood formed. "I will request that you not fight me. You will not succeed." he says, "But if you do continue I will be more than happy to comply in acts of self-defense."
Three illusionary clones are created, he had now projected them as real. They might be fake but any interaction with them will seem real. If they cut the others it would feel real but once Darel is knocked unconsious or out of range the cut and pain will disappear.
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Post by Ashleigh "Blondie" Williams on Jan 31, 2010 13:54:33 GMT -5
She eyed the skies with a stoic expression as the masked man made a jump at the stranger. "Your right," she muttered back before looking at the three. The woman was more than angry. She was down right frustrated. Blondie just sighed. They weren't going to accomplish much with this fight, but the two seemed all the more eager to take him down. And with a quick flick of her wrist, Blondie brought out her revolver in about 2 seconds. She wasn't going to fire it unless she absolutely had to. And with another sigh, she watched in awe as the strange man formed a blade with his blood.
Damn it. She had no idea to how out beat this creature. It wasn't a first when she fought against "supers", actually Blondie was very good at beating "supers" at their own game, but this was different. Not only did she have him that she had to take account for but now she had three other figures to worry about.
With another flick of her other wrist, she took her left hand and unholstered her revolver again. "Keep your ground," her voice was stern, "and don't let up." Blondie's heart remained at a simple heart rate. She wasn't afraid of dying. She would never be afraid of that.
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Post by Rorschach on Jan 31, 2010 14:17:07 GMT -5
Man can copy powers. Makes him particularly dangerous. Unpredictable. Just like me.
Rorschach watched as the man bit down on his hand and formed a blade out of his blood. Getting in range of that blade would be foolish. He stepped backwards and watched as the Clint Eastwood fan pulled a revolver and prepared to fire. Good. He needed the man distracted. Stepping into a nearby alley, he grabbed a garbage can and flung it at the man, with the intent of tripping him up and covering him in garbage.
Not waiting to see if the garbage can had any effect, Rorschach rolled behind the man with the blood blade, smacking the butt of his grappling gun into the back of the man's head.
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Post by Anna on Jan 31, 2010 23:00:56 GMT -5
Anna just glared at the real one as she heard him speak. Clicking of her heals were heard as she walked towards him. The man wearing the inkblot mask had already attacked him. I will try one more time," Look, was it a girl? And did you kill criminals?" Her eyes looked down upon him with a great intensity unseen before.
How did he copy my powers? He obviously does not have my other abilities, so not an absorber type. Of course, he must be an empathetic type person. " You have empathetic type abilities, don't you? Just have to make myself cold when fighting you."
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