Park Row, or Crime Alley, is the part of Gotham North where Thomas and Martha Wayne were killed in front of young Bruce. Every year, on the anniversary of their deaths, Bruce Wayne brings roses and places them in memory of the event and people that made him what he is.
Dr. Leslie Thompkins runs a free clinic, funded by Bruce Wayne, out of Crime Alley to anyone who has need of it.
Blank came to the alley know as Crime Ally. He knew that some people died here but for the life of him he could not remember there names. Oh well it did not matter. It was too long ago for him to care he had a job to do. It's been less then a week since he busted up the Liches nearly killing there leader and some of the rival gangs are starting to get bolder. Blank was going to send a message to the gangs that he was not going to tolerate anyone else hanging about here looking for trouble. Blank started to scale the wall till he reached an fire escape high enough so not to be seen in the dark. Why did he not have some bloody grapple rope with him. That's right he was not rich, god how do people get the cash for this stuff. Maybe he should ask Vasile for some spending money. His grandfather had missed about all of his birthdays, surly he could guilt the old man into giving him something. No knowing his grandfather he'd most likely just set him up with a job to kill someone. He had not even really completed the last one. Tony was still alive technically. His thoughts where halted when he heard a pare of voices. He looked down to see two people coming into the ally a thuggish big person and a wiry looking one. He would have let them pass but he noticed they had some duffle bags and he would give up his hoodlum club card if they where not up to something. Blank was right one of them pulled out a spray can... Really his first real crime he's going to stop is going to be taggers painting on a wall. Well beggars can't be choosers and with that Blank jumped down and landed softly on the ground. The Taggers noticed him. "What the ********!" The big one spouted as Blank stood up fully from his landing so all the two can see is a white featureless face. "Who the ******** do you think you are?!" The big one said again clearly over his shock. Blank said nothing. The bigger man came closer looking ready to attack. Blank thought now was a good to speak. "Get out" He said changing his voice to sound softer and yet with an angry tone. This made the big man hesitate The little one piped up. "Maybe we should go this freak looks allot like that slender man with the no face s**t going on." Blank did not move he stood there motionless. Slender man really? He's getting compared to slender man. He would have sighed but instead he turned off his emotions and stood still. The bigger one was not as afraid as his partner. He came towards the masked man and Blank saw that he was not carrying a weapon, must depend on his size to take on people. Blank let him get closer and then saw the fist coming. He moved to the side of it. "Leave now." Blank said again not showing any emotions and then avoided another attack. The big guy seemed to be not trained at all. His attacks were slow and easy to read. The thug tried again and again to hit the hero but it was no use. "Leave now, this is my final warning." The thug seemed to get angry and pulled out a switchblade. "I'll show you punk!" Blank quickly moved to the man to grab his arm and toss him to the ground. He then stepped on the man's wist hard forcing him to let go with a cry of pain. Blank picked up the knife and held it to the Thug's throat. "Next time I won't be so nice." He said and then gave the man his knife back. He turned to the thinner of the two. "Take your friend to the clinic then get out." The man ran off to pick the thug up on his shoulders and seemed to run off like the devil himself was chasing him. Once Blank was alone he sighed, this was going to take a lot of work.
After a few hours of nothing going on Blank was bored of just sitting on the fire escape waiting for crime. The only upside about this was that there was someone watching tv with the volume turned up so he could hear it. He yawned a bit and thought about calling it a night when he started to hear a special report. He turned to look into the window of the elderly lady watching the news. There seemed to have been some gunfight going on in Robinson Park. "s**t" Blank swore to himself not fearing the old lady noticing him, she seemed preoccupied and could not hear well anyway. His first night out since he took out his old gang and all the action was far away from him. If he wanted to get there and back he would have to take a train and wearing this costume in the subway was out of the question. The only other way he could think of getting that way in a hurry... No he really should not even think of it. But it would be for a good cause and he had not practiced his lock picking skills since he came home. He could return it before the night is out. Blank decided to do it. He moved down the fire escape as silent as a shadow. He moved down the block to find a few parked cars just asking to be stolen. He looked around for a good one fast enough to get where he wanted to go in a hurry and old enough to have a bad alarm on it. He spotted a Mazda MX-5 Miata. Now that was tempting. Alex was a sucker for sports cars. He looked the car over. It would be best if he had a coat hanger on him. He smiled and quickly moved back to where he came from up to the old ladies window. She still seemed to be not paying attention. He slowly opened the window enough to slip in. On further inspection the old woman was asleep with the tv on. He moved to the closet and peered in it. He pulled out a wire hanger and moved out of the room but before he did Blank took one of her blankets and draped it over her lap and turned off the television. His grandfather would have yelled at him for something like that but for now he did not care. He slipped out and closed the window. He moved back down the fire escape and moved to the car. He bent the coat hanger so he can side it down the window and unlock it and once that was done it was now time to hot wire the car. Blank was thankful he spent so much time hanging out with criminals. He learned so many useful things.
Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 11:20 pm
Sonderbar Shisa
A quiet evening....morning...whatever time it was. It wasn't exactly day time...or was it? The sky was dark. Of course, that could mean that it was night time....or it could be heavily overcast....or it could be raining. The cyborg had no idea, and for the most part, she didn't care. The area of town she'd wandered into wasn't a particularly nice one, and bodies nearly littered the darker walks. Normally she wouldn't have an issue with it....except they were still moving. Her route continued her march along, looking for something that screamed "corrupt". Unfortunately, this search did not extend to the ground and objects that normally did not poke into her "straight ahead" vision. Caught at mid-shin, Sonderbar quickly found herself introducing face to pavement. The result was one typical of a human's, and she lost consciousness. Or rather, her equivalent of "system maintenance".
A group of thugs had been watching the curious looking figure, wary at first due to the slightly intimidating design, got over that rather quickly once she abruptly stumbled over a raised concrete island and ceased moving. Upon first inspection up close, the first item they took for themselves was the only piece easily removed, the machete. They semi fought over it, but all agreed it was well made and wondered why such a loser had it to begin with. A few others went to loot the remainder of what might be gotten, only to find nothing else to remove. No wallet or purse, no jewelry or identification. Their "detailed report" to their boss was that it had a badass sword, was really dumb, and weighed "way too ******** much".
Perhaps that was true, and a fair point. Sonderbar was deceivingly heavy for the otherwise small frame, and it took two men to transport the cyborg to their "base", or a semi-fortified alley. Interestingly enough, they had tried out the machete on her to see just what "it" was. Without killing her, the natural thought was to chop some hair off and see how well it did. Forty-five minutes and three turns at it, neither hair nor machete would yield any. Meanwhile, inside her mind, Sonderbar's consciousness waited for the "reboot" while an uplink transmitted coding....or it looked like code to her. This code streamed inside her head...inside her head. Given a simplistic loading screen to watch of sheep jumping over a fence and looping indefinitely, Sonderbar was beginning to tire of watching sheep do just that and now lagging even in that. In a flash, the loading screen was gone, and a boot process had begun. Effectively mind welding her back to the frame instead of the detached consciousness she had held until then, the update named itself "1.1" and beneath it in the "changelog" was written "hotfix for animation and cognition failure". Of course everything would be a hotfix while Sonderbar was out in the field. The Shisa line of androids and cyborgs, while representing some of the best products and components available to villains with the correct connections, was known to be slightly buggy....particularly when coupled with operator errors. That and Sonderbar represented the very first truly animated being the project had produced and had their name associated with.
Even as one of the thugs moved to pull up the mask Sonderbar wore to reveal a fairly feminine, albeit filthy face and felt the artificial flesh placed there, the reboot finished and her eyes snapped open.
"Do not remove my mask, D-class personnel."
The sudden consciousness was enough to put them all on a wary state, and the voice only confirmed that this was a grade-A weirdo they were dealing with. An ultravoice, internally installed and synced with lip motion, gave off the intended auto-toned and mechanical voice horror her creators had hoped for. Rising up, Sonderbar scanned about for missing equipment, and located the machete as it was jabbed at her torso. With no concern shown, the cyborg compensated for the anticipated force of a blunt blow that left the wielder of her weapon with a sprained wrist and emptied his hands of the desired weapon. Bending down and retrieving the lost article, directives indicated that stealing was bad, and following that path eventually would be corruption. Thus, her first goal had been reached. With the free hand, Sonderbar brought the mask down once more, and made to violently swing towards the nearest thug. Before she had even connected and nearly severed him in twain, the cyborg was being assaulted by small arms discharging.
Fully automatic projectile weaponry, small arms. Threat: Inconsequential.
The thugs also seemed to reach this conclusion after she had whipped around and caught another. After the third was decapitated, the remaining five made to try and outrun this armored tin can. Noting this, Sonderbar collected the weaponry of the fallen in battle, and proceeded to replicate the actions they had done in using the foreign weapon. Guns were exciting, as she would find out. With a much longer range than she was accustomed to, the first few rounds fired were horribly off aim. As the cyborg adjusted to the usage of the firearm and the minor recoil it possessed, her first ranged kill brought down one of the remaining members. At this point, the thugs had regrouped with some better weaponry, that of some hunting style rifles they had stolen from a surplus store. While slower to fire, the bullets would have more penetrating power, more range. Not that that mattered, as Sonderbar continued advancing and pulling the trigger once within range. One more member went down in this second showdown, and she had emptied the magazine on the first in her left hand. The right still carried the machete, so as the firearm was "useless", she dropped it. So much for range.
Eschewing the thought of trying to find another gun, Sonderbar took aim and simply flung her machete at one of the members. He was lucky enough to duck, though by the time that he raised his head again to shoot, Sonderbar was upon him, and simply grabbed the machete and forced it down through the brick wall. The path carried it through his torso and the concrete barrier he had been hiding behind. Six down, two remain. By this point though, the pair had hijacked a car, and were nearly half a mile away. Not to worry. Roads were limiting, and the path of frantic and desperate people were easy enough to follow. Stiffly raising left arm and right leg, she pushed off and began a run. This was material covered in the 1.1 update about how to handle randomized landmass and adding depth perception checks, as well as a "package" to remind her to check what obstacles remained in her way.
In a similar to movie fashion, the right angle limb run continued to add speed as momentum increased. Within only minutes, Sonderbar had them and their heat signatures within visual range. Given another ninety seconds, and she leaped upwards, inverting the grip on the weapon and jamming it into the lid of the trunk. Hauling herself up onto the roof, she dug in with her left hand and proceeded to begin stabbing down into the "can" to spear some "meat". When that failed, Sonderbar began tearing apart the roof itself and scored a direct hit on the driver. With the car wildly swerving out of control, it veered into a highway pole and catapulting Sonderbar into oncoming traffic. After rudely being hit by impatient people and discovering that not only did that not work, but successfully provoking the "victim" to further violence, Sonderbar tore off the hood of the car, and simply jammed it through the front windshield and decapitating the driver. Now, the passenger of the original vehicle she'd been traveling on had panicked and jumped off into the river. Injury over death, after all. The fact he was in the water had just saved him that day.
However, there was still the matter of her weapon, still buried in the metal of the roof. That was on the other side of the highway, and with no means of "super jumping" over the gap between sides, Sonderbar walked around and then approached the wreck. Punching out the windshield to get to the handle of her machete, a good tug or two and it was free. Unfortunately....where was here now? There were lots of people on the other side, and while that was a mission, she was exhausted. Mentally, that is. Her performance rating was abyssal, with only an eighty-nine percent meet to kill ratio and in the span of an hour? Not optimal. The fact was though, that seven hoodlums and a rage driver were now dead, and Sonderbar would likely make the news, given all the cellphone video recordings. That was a win there. A small time attack on the giant toe of humanity, but give an ant long enough, as they say....
Eight of nine targets acquired and eliminated in the span of an hour. Sonderbar had no chart with which to compare this performance to, but some nagging feeling in her corkscrew thought process led her to believe that this was a sub-par achievement. Like getting the lid off of a pickle jar and expecting a monetary reward.
Pickles sound good right now. I would very much like a pickle. I wonder.....are people who sell pickles people worth keeping? Or do I exploit them into giving me a free pickle and then kill them and take the rest? Do I simply skip the exploitation and simply kill and thieve? I--
Sonderbar's thoughts were abruptly terminated, being overwritten by "the voices". These voices, naturally stemming from those that "restored" her, indicated their express displeasure at her seeming stalling and that the prime directive should not be altered, lest her goal and reward be clouded and drift away from her.
I....do not understand...I am still thinking with the intent, underlying or no, that people will die. I am simply pondering about the best way to do it. Also, can I get an update for this wretched body? You flashed me a hotfix for "ineptitude" but failed to loosen my servos from the seeming rusted state.....I understand that an eighty-eight percent success ratio is unacceptable...but I have no means of longer-range combat, nor am I able to pursue the ninth target. Unless you would prefer me to take my place at the bottom of that river, either have me returned to enable aquatic or long range combat forms, or shut up already! Yes, yes! People will die, hairless monkeys. They will die faster once you disable these restrictions upon my movement speed. I cannot compensate for the humans' superior....SUPERIOR speed and turning capability. Did you learn nothing from the early world wars? Also, I require an update on the usage, maintenance, and reusability of these firearms I am encountering. Surely that can be done "on the fly" without having to shut me down once more, yes? Now, while I resume fulfilling your demands as swiftly as this laughable shell can manage, I strongly suggest doing your damned jobs and improving me so that you can see innards of complete strangers fly faster.
Without much of a response from them, the voices seemed to have gone quiet. Not much was happening in her brain, download or otherwise. Other than the poking reminder that killing people was not going to happen by simply standing there, Sonderbar stood on the relatively empty stretch of the highway before registering an impact upon her frame. To the officers now crawling from the wrecked vehicle, the immobility and mass of Sonderbar should have been evident from the current facts. The vehicle looked like it had been driven straight into a sheer cliffside face, while its "victim" had only been thrown forward onto its face about three or four feet ahead of its previous position....and getting back up. As it seemed, the ninth victim had turned to authorities and set the blue dogs loose upon her, as well as making them aware that conventional firearms had no effect.
As Sonderbar returned to an upright posture, two more trucks drove up and proceeded to try and blind her with their brights. Unawares of what exactly they faced, other than something that had just shrugged off a direct collision with an object that presumably had more mass than she, one of the humans pulled something out and began shouting at her. Something along the lines of drop her weapon and submit? What was that all about? Sonderbar's machete was her friend. It made people shut up. Hell to the no would she drop it. Instead, she decided on dropping the police...in a much more permanent way. She began an advance towards them, only to be peppered by bullets. Again? Did humans really not learn? These bullets did seem to slow her, pushing the cyborg back little by little.
Better weaponry....range and damage. Ineffectual against my shell's armoring, but the rate of fire is impressive, and maintaining a seemingly larger magazine would constitute this as a better firearm than the handheld one I used earlier. Maybe I should take these and....and what is that one doing? He has ceased firing, pulling his weapon...apart....and putting a new part in. The weapon is now firing again.....that looks nifty. Maybe the eggheads back there could figure out how to explain to me the finer details of this mechanism, hmm!? But....first to deal with these people as they are meant to be.
The progress was slow, but soon Sonderbar was upon one of them, hacking through his cover behind the door of the vehicle and through his person. One down, twenty-five more targets identified to go. Bastards kept retreating and moving out of her presumably limited range. Well, that was easy enough to fix. Flicking her hands outward, jets of flame sprung forth and catching nineteen of the officers completely off-guard. Effectively turning them into moving flame walls, she let her arms drop to her sides and simultaneously shutting off her flamethrowers. A quick burst had left most of them panicking and a few of them were now talking into some kind of device, screaming for "back-up". Whatever that was. However, in the panic, Sonderbar was able to close the distance with a few more and just end their misery. Thus obtaining the now available weaponry, the cyborg picked through them in finding one that was mostly "good" and proceeded to arm herself with it, and take aim. With machine precision, the rest of the force fell. Of course, this was an improvement on the kill to time ratio presented to her....though there was still the other side of the highway. All the vehicles....the vehicles had had....people in them!?
That shot her kill to time ratio, and left her fairly angry. At this rate she would never have her looks back, and she'd never be able to leave this world for the one she wanted. With a swift kick to one of the vehicles nearby, Sonderbar kicked it up and over the median and it gushed forth all sorts of liquids. With some inspection, she identified the materials as flammable. That side of the road had people going the opposite way she was facing, so if she blocked it off, they'd stop and then she could kill them. Genius! A closer look at the damaged truck revealed that the area she kicked was the gas tank, or at least a large reserve in which some flammables were held. Try as she would though, Sonderbar was unable to replicate her punt attempts, and ended up sending one too far and into the river below. The remaining one got stuck on the median gap, and was basically useless. Still, one was okay. Upon seeing people still navigating the wreck and speeding on by, Sonderbar set the liquids more fully on fire with another quick puff of her flame. What this accomplished though, was a large explosion shortly thereafter....and a road that was basically not blocked at all. Through the thick smoke, her torso greeted another vehicle's grill. Once more she was unprepared for the hit, and fell backward. She had successfully killed the occupants...albeit indirectly. As she stood once more and surveyed the area, bloodstains behind her position indicated that the impact had flung the driver and passengers through the glass, and the road had killed them.
Was that acceptable? I mean...they DID die.
Sending that message to the lab coat wearing monkeys she now associated the voices with, Sonderbar received no confirmation or denial, and presumed the former. It was within mission parameters, after all. The order simply stated "exterminate all life". In the confusion of being hit once more, she had lost her firearm and was unable to determine where it had gone. It frustrated the cyborg that she'd been designed without any real long range options and without speed in mind. What did they think they were building? The terminator?
Either way, Sonderbar had no idea where exactly she was, only that the city was a fair distance behind her. She was weary, and knew that food would help. That was nowhere in sight, but instinctively believed that food would be found within that city. Perhaps even obtainable without human assistance. That would be preferable. With no end of traffic oncoming, the cyborg simply waited and then hitched a ride the only way she could. Extending her machete outward, she was soon whisked away by the side of a semi. After halting her dragging backwards, Sonderbar simply dug in and crawled her way to the top. Headed back into town to find food to find both food and people. The former to consume, and the latter to...well, that was obvious. Something the voices in her head made so very painfully clear EVERY time they showed up. Just once, just once could she have a moment to herself?
**Exit to Gotham State University**
Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 1:23 pm
1 Week On 16/01/2014 After The Reign of Fear and the eternity it seemed to last, time once again began to fly by like normal until eventually, a week had passed. The main areas that bore the brunt of the assault: Coast City, Metropolis and Gotham easily begun their repairs and using their experience in cleaning up after super-powered individuals shortened the process to take little time at all.
Now that it was all over, the heroes now united could return to their normal lives. They could go to school. They could work. And eventually they could go back to their duties as superheroes; what's more is that more and more Legacies also began to develop. The world was finally recovering, the Void filling.
But just as the Crystal Grave was now inscribed with the word "WEAK" across its beautiful face, more and more things began to change. The White House shuddered. The President was unsure. How was he meant to deal with the Gods Now Amongst his people again? How was he meant to reign in people so powerful that they could decimate a whole army with a shoddy construct and a misfire?
╔════════════⊰☠⊱════════════╗ Tristan• Eaton ~"Care to make a deal with the Devil?"~ ╚════════════⊰☠⊱════════════╝
A shrill scream cut through the night air as a young girl, no older than sixteen, ran through the grimy alleyways ,heart thundering in her chest as she sprinted with all her might to outrun the perverse laughter that echoed behind her. As the girl looked over her shoulder to make sure her pursuers were still out of sight she failed to notice she'd run into a dead end until she smacked into the unyielding brick wall and rebounded into a stumble that landed her in a puddle of grimy water that stained her brightly colored skirt. "Wellll lookie here boys" a snide nasaly voice sounded through the alley "we got ourselves a cornered mouse" The girl fearfully looked over her shoulder and saw the group of twelve or so teenage boys that she'd been running from and gulped as she slowly stood up nd began taking tentative steps back as the rapacious pack advanced on her. "Y'all gave us a helluva workout there sweetie"said the apparent leader, a tall ,burly pockmarked boy wearing a high school Letterman jacket like the rest, though he looked like he'd been held back a number of times. The boy peered at the girl as she pressed up against the filthy alley wall,her bright ensemble that would look more at home in harajuku ,contrasting will with the dark scenery now made darker by the heavy black clouds above. "Please" the girl whimpered as the leader hooked a finger behind the topmost button on her shirt and undid it with a sharp tug "Don't , I'll -" "You'll what? You'll scream? " several of the boys laughed as another button was undone causing the girl to gasp and cover her chest until her arms were violently pinned above her head. It was at this point the girl began to sob openly "Scream all you want b***h. This is crime alley! Ain't nobody gonna care if you do, and even if they do, who's gonna stop us?! We're the ********' top dogs around here and we do as we please" The leader grinned as he leaned in toward the girl who winced as his sour breath washed over her "Uhh...boss?" One of the goons interrupted but his voice went unheard as the leader ran his tongue over the girl's freckled cheek and chuckled as he undid his trousers. "Please" the girl sobbed as she turned her head away and shut her eyes tight "someone help me, I'll do anything" The girl's tears flowed freely down her face ,streaking with spotty black mascara as she felt a slow tug at her skirt. Everything seemed to dull around her as her heart threatened to burst from her chest and her ears filled with the type of silent roar you'd only hear in pitch blackness as you feared for your life. She didn't hear everything ,but she could just barely hear one of the goons urgently calling for their leader, her assailants agitated response and then complete silence broken only ny heavy beast like breathing ,followed by a sudden relief of pressure from her wrists and a cross of what sounded like garbage cans. The girl finally drew the courage to open her eyes and found herself staring up at the partially obscured face of a scary,albeit attractive and well dressed , man with golden eyes that looked down at her. With another whimper the girl sank down against the wall to her bottom and saw the gang leader climbing out of a toppled pile of garbage bins. "Good evening miss" the tall man said as he dropped to a knee to be on her level "My name is Mr.Welldone. what's yours?" The man's voice was somewhat gravelly, yet at the same time smooth and comforting. It made the girl feel...safe, and calm. "J-Jess. My name's Jess" "Hey ,a*****e!" The leader shouted angrily as he pulled himself to his feet "The ******** do you think you're doing?!l "Its a pleasure to meet you Jess" the golden eyed man said ,apparently ignoring the gang leader " I see you're in quite the spot of trouble,luckily I'm in the business of making deals, or 'granting wishes' if you will. " The man who called himself Mr.Welldone took Jess's face in one hand while he brushed her red hair from her eyes "So tell me Jess, what is your wish?" The girl wiped her eyes and looked up at Mr.Welldone "I-it's my little sister's birthday and I ...I left school early to get her present. But these guys chased me and then..And then I dropped the present, and I want my little sis to have a present for her birthday but now...." her eyes began welling with tears again "but now I just wanna go home to my dad and sis!" "You ignoring me?!" The gang leader shrieked as he and his goons advanced "don't you disrespect me you ******** fa-" He was quickly cut off by a cold look from the suited man who quickly returned his attention to Jess. "So you wish to safely return home in time for your sister's birthday?" "Uh-huh" Jess sniffed "Very well " Mr. Welldone said with a smile "just let me take care of the riff-raff and you can be on your way" As the man slowly rose to his feet The gang leader ran at him screaming "You dissing me again punk?! Nobody can make me and my crew, and nobody takes a b***h from-" The leader suddenly found it very hard to speak as the suited man had turned slightly and introduced the back of his fist to his mouth. By the time the leader had realized what happened,he'd been knocked back several feet and found himself flat on his back while holding his sore mouth "Itthat all you..." He stopped, why was he speaking so strangely? The leader sat up and spat into his hand, as expected there was blood but also some small ,jagged bits of white ,grey and brown...oh Christ! They were bits of his teeth! "Wha...how thid...I barely..." He looked up to see the the girl and his own gang looking at him wide eyed and mouths agape "F-fuhk're you thtarin' at?! Geddim'!" The gang all turned to face Mr.Welldone who smirked and beckoned them toward him with one hand. With anger in their eyes the gang charged ,eager to beat the man down. To say the fight was one sided was an understatement. The air was filled with the sounds of grunts as punches were parried and countered, thuds as grapples we're reversed and backs hit stone , and snaps as shins and forearms broke. Mr.Welldone moved effortlessly between the boys lashing out with quick,powerful blows that broke noses and occasionally giving a simple wave of the hand that knocked someone off their feet. All the while he laughed. "Shiv 'im!" One of the few boys left standing shouted , the others immediately complied and drew knives of varying length and style "Oh dear, you all have needles. Whatever will I do?" Mr.Welldone feigned worry before laughing " A nice touch boy's, really if I were anyone else I'd probably be scared." He looked over his shoulder at Jess who'd gone into a crouch and covered her ears and shut her eyes as tightly as she could. "Problem is though, you've got those little razors there. Me?" The man chuckled and held his left arm out to the side and for a moment nothing happened until suddenly the bones seemed to snap and the flesh hardened while the limb reshaped itself into a monstrous clawed visage of Mr.Welldone's hand. "I ...have a real weapon right here" The remaining gang members all stared in disbelief, "es el Diablo " one whispered while a few crossed themselves And one even wet his pants. Suddenly Welldone growled and charged before the boys could react ,within seconds the stormy air of crime alley was filled with pained and panicked screams, then just as soon as they came ,they ended. "Jess" The girl gasped as she opened her eyes and looked around. Every gang member lay strewn about the alley ,some moaning as they clutched broken limbs, some holding rows of bloody slashes on their bellies and some didn't move at all. "Wha-....how did..?" "I'm a man of my word Jess" Mr.Welldone smiled as he helped the girl to her feet and led her out of the alley toward a black stretch limo "I said I'd get you out ,lo and behold you're free to go home. Now there's a slight matter as to my fee" "Fee?" Jess tilted her head in confusion ,there'd been no mention of a fee "Yes, I'm afraid my services aren't exactly pro bono . " He opened the limo door and reached inside for something "Now, i want you " as Jess braced herself for whatever this man would have her do she felt a sudden pressure against her chest and nearly sneezed as something tickled her nose. "To go home and tell your little sister Mr.Welldone said happy birthday" Jess blinked in surprise and looked down at the large fluffy stuffed dog the man had pushed into her arms. The girl was at a loss for words and hugged the tall man ,whispering "thank you" before turning and running out of the alley. Tristan smiled as he watched the girl leave "Well aren't you a saint?" The air suddenly filled with a sinister sounding voice that Tristan simply sighed at as he lit a cigarette .
Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 8:00 pm
Company: Tristan Thoughts:A date with the Devil... Location: Crime Alley
[Jasmine Onsan][Spiritualist][Villain]
Jasmine's brows furrowed as the young girl ran past her. "Hm..." Now the man she sent to look for was much more sinister, and evil. At least that was what she was told. Tristan Eaton was a powerful man, who the League of Assassins saw as a threat and an asset. The goal was to align themselves with him to avoid any future confrontations. The LoA had enough enemies as is. Jasmine's goal was to befriend Tristan, but she had no intentions of deceiving him with sugar-coated lies. Those tricks were for the weak. He would see right past her ruse. Instead of that she would be up front with him about her proposition. If he accepted, Jasmine would become a liaison between him and the League. Her position would allow her to assist him in anyway possible to improve their trust. Plus it would make both of their jobs much easier working as a team. Jasmine was considered slightly more human than the average operative of the LoA, which is why she was sent to find him. That, and the fact that she wanted an excuse to get off the island that had took her innocence away...
It seemed like just yesterday she was fighting for her life on the island of Yamatai. She still had vivid dreams of killing for the first time; the sense of urgency, screams of her victims, and the blood of another on her hands. Even the most timid cat becomes a ferocious lion when backed into a corner. Thankfully her survival skills were somewhat developed before getting to the island. Her father taught her archery, took her mountain climbing, the whole nine yards. Talk about life lessons to cherish! But nothing would have prepared her for taking the life of another human being. Like a soldier coming from war, it changes you. Some call it PTSD, Jasmine refers to it as a reality check. She would give anything to return to a time a much simpler than this. A time where she smiled more, and life was dream rather than a nightmare.
The asian beauty stepped into the alley, her amber orbs set on Tristan. "I wasn't expecting you to be the hero type." Jasmine spoke swiftly and stone faced. Her long black hair billowed as a gentle breeze swept through the alley just as she began walking towards him. "The League of Assassins has a proposition for an alliance, with you of course." She let her words linger for a moment before speaking again. "What is your answer, Tristan?!" She hoped he chose wisely since the LoA didn't take no as an answer.
╔════════════⊰☠⊱════════════╗ Tristan• Eaton ~"Care to make a deal with the Devil?"~ ╚════════════⊰☠⊱════════════╝
Tristan barely reacted as the strange girl appeared. Instead of tense or take a defensive posture like he would have done when he was younger ,the man simply chuckled and shrugged "I'm a father so can you really blame me for having a soft spot ?" As the girl spoke again he turned his back to her and snapped his fingers at the open limousine ,almost immediately two shaggy lack dogs the size of lions eagerly ran from the vehicle that should have been too small for them and set to work devouring the gang members their master had taken down. "League of Assassins huh?" Tristan mused as he took a drag from his cigarette "I dunno. What do you think?" "I think it sounds like a threat if we don't accept" the strange voice echoed through the alley again "I don't particularly like being threatened" "I agree. Still, business is business. Couldn't hurt to explore the possibilities this could open" Tristan looked at the Asian girl and gestured to the limo "it's going to rain soon. I'm willing to discuss this further over lunch if you are"
Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 9:26 pm
Company: Tristan Thoughts:A date with the Devil... Location: Crime Alley
[Jasmine Onsan][Spiritualist][Villain]
Well, she got the answer she wanted. Though a new problem had presented itself. It wasn't that she didn't trust Tristan, but....she didn't trust him. Yet.Of course there were a few tidbits about the proposition that he was unaware of but they involved Jasmine not him. A wary eye watched as the dogs devoured the gangsters who had attacked the young girl. You couldn't tell, but a deep joy rose in her soul to see such evil men get a fitting end. Part of her felt that it could soon be her getting attacked by dogs if she wasn't careful. She hadn't brought her bow or sealing arrows out with her. It was part of her disguise to be seen as somewhat normal. She was dressed in a red, strapless halter top that was kimono themed, a pair of black leather pants, and a pair black heels. She had her signature silver bands on as well. It was a stylish ensemble that also allowed her to still kick a**. Although she didn't have her usual weapon of choice, she did have a few blades tucked into her heels, as well as Himiko's fan strapped to her back-waist. So, if Tristan tried anything he would be in for the fight of his life.
It was then that she felt her stomach growl. An absent look adorned her features as she placed a hand over her stomach. "I suppose some fine dining couldn't hurt." Jasmine spoke softly before following Tristan into the Limo. She sat down and crossed her legs to get comfortable. The asian girl was unsure how to react to the man's unusual streak of kindness. She eyed him as the limo began to move. "May I ask why your more charming than...scary?" A half smirk crossed her lips for a moment before slowly disappearing.
╔════════════⊰☠⊱════════════╗ Tristan• Eaton ~"Care to make a deal with the Devil?"~ ╚════════════⊰☠⊱════════════╝
Tristan smirked as he rested his chin in the back of his folded hands "You know you probably shouldn't believe everything you hear. Yes it's true I've been doing terrifying work since I was little and yes I've had politicians killed, And yes maybe I've slit a few throats myself but you don't get very far in my position by just being a monster. Speaking of, Baskerville!" At his command the driver's dividing window rolled down and a wolf sized black dog like the other two slipped through. "Good boy" the man in black smiled as the scratched the dog's head which now lay in his lap "any way , a businessman needs to be fair as ell as firm. Some charm doesn't hurt when I deal with women of power either" Tristan chuckled as he opened a small freezer next to him and tossed a frigid can of coke at Jasmine before helping himself to one. "And to be honest, acting in such a way reminds me I'm still human. With my daughter missing I don't have much tethering me to my humanity anymore" The man in black sighed as he fiddled with a ring on his left hand while his dog let out a sympathetic whine. "Anyhow, how's cinnabon sound?" -exit to Gotham Mall-
Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 2:06 pm
Agrona walked at a fast pace through the park. She didn't like the feel of that man. The way he was looking at her like he knew everything about her. Clunching her hands against her chest she didn't quite look where she was going. She walked wherever her feet took her until eventually coming to some of the most dangerous parts of the city, not that she knew. Eyes watched her small form as she continued walking until her food caught onto something in the middle of the strip. Tripping the front of her body plopped onto the ground hard. She whimpered out in pain but it was that action that would give the man following her the opportunity to approach. Unaware she'd basically been stalked she slowly stood up dusting her knees off. "....hm?" Blinking she looked at him, her head tilted.
---------He was worried that he would never catch up to the mystery girl, because he'd lose her from his sight, and the distance between them was rather far. But then, he'd spot the familiar heat signature, and he'd start going that direction again, following her. It wasn't long before he got to her though, as she was just up ahead in a darkened alleyway, and he saw from afar that she was on the ground. Apparently she fell and she was whimpering.
His medical doctor intuitions hummed to high gear, and regardless if the girl realized a random blind guy followed her home, he went towards her. His approach and presence was very much announced what with the tapping of his walking stick on the pavement, but as soon as he got there she was up and dusting herself off. He slowed to a stop now, 'til he was a few feet away from her. He was unsure now of what to do next. He got to her, now what?
"Um..." he began, realizing he was just standing there. "You alright? I heard you were whimpering. Are you hurt?" he asked. He quickly checked and assessed for any signs of hemorrhaging, or internal bleeding, and with it being nighttime it was convenient for his infrared vision. ---------
[Mood: Unsure, concerned. ] [Location: Crime Alley. ] [Company: Mystery girl from the Park. ] [Action: Interacting with mystery girl. ]
Aquos Dragoa
Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 1:50 pm
Multi colored strands of hair covered her face a bit, having come out of place with the fall. Her dark and white hair would make her in a way look like a panda, at least color wise. She didn't know why some of her hair was white, over her time at the institution it had begun to go white but only in certain areas. It didn't bother her too much, she actually liked it.
Moving her lips the girl would attempt to blow the air out of her face as the a man showed up inquiring about her condition. Hands falling to her side she looked at him, blinking twice, she attempted blowing the hair again. "Mhmm." Was her reply as she gave up the blowing and began to put back the strands of hair with her hands. Covered with gloves did not make the process easy. Biting onto the tip of on glove she pulled it off and quickly adjusted her hair. She didn't mind her hair loose but she didn't want it bothering her eye sight.
Returning the glove to her hand Agrona finally gave a look at her surroundings. She didn't remember ever come to this part of the city before. A smile grew on her lips as she thought of it as a new place to explore. She in a way had that liberty before Teth came back. Not that he "trapped" her or anything, but he seemed to have a watchful eye on her quite frequently. Falling on the man she tilted her head. Walking stick... sunglasses? He was blind? She'd never met a blind person before. "Ooooo.... you're blind? I've always wondered how people get around with those sticks... I'd probably walk into things all the time," Agrona commented followed by a giggle. She was not exactly taught manners.... well she was but she hadn't socialized in ages, her words could be seen as inconsiderate by some.
---------He didn't respond right away with the girl's first response, but seeing as there weren't any abnormalities of the sort, or signs of internal injury did he managed to relax. Well, just a bit, since he still was trying to figure out about his mysterious sudden cigarette burst from earlier. If the girl was responsible, she just might burst him into flames if she wanted to.
He noticed how she was fixing her hair that seemed to get in the way of her face, and how she looked at the surroundings with keen interest. It made him wonder if this girl was much of a threat as he initially thought she was. She looked pretty harmless, and his assumptions started to look absurd with each passing minute. He was starting to feel guilty for thinking that the girl would have something to do with cigarette earlier. Maybe it was just bad air, or the guy from earlier...
He returned from his thoughts when he realized the girl was speaking to him, commenting about him being blind and his walking stick. He smiled, a bit surprised at the girl's musings. Funny, it sounded like it was the first time she's actually seen someone like him. "Well, technically yes I am visually impaired... I am completely blind without the special glasses." he muttered, absently adjusting his glasses, pushing the ridge slightly. Just as he was about to speak again, a sound of a cocked gun and a presence was felt from behind him. He didn't need much to tell that someone is currently pointing a gun at his head.
"Give me all you got ********, or I'mma bust ya and blow your brains out." The stranger growled, and Zeke remained still, apparently unfazed by the fact that he's held at gunpoint. "We don' have all night, hand in your s**t now!" The man snapped, apparently impatient. Immediately Zeke's mind clicked fast.
Male. Medium build, medium height. Gun, most likely revolver. 3 seconds to disarm, probably another 5 to get him to the ground. Make sure stray bullet doesn't hit anyone.
"DON'T PUSH YOUR LUCK YOU ********, I SAID---" The man was cut off suddenly when Zeke quickly maneuvered his hand to quickly grabbing the man's forearm from behind and pulling it to the side, and the first shot was fired, hitting and creating a crater in an alley wall, and he quickly spun around, twisting the man's arm in the process and making the man bend, and using his one foot stepped on the thug's hand holding the gun, pressing on his weight hard for the man to let go of his weapon. With his hand that held his stick he quickly crouched and swung his stick making a sweep, causing the man to fall with his back on the ground. As the man groaned, Zeke took this moment to kick the gun far away, and placed the stick on the man's chest. "I would've given you money if you asked politely." Zeke muttered, and the man, frustrated pushed the stick out of his chest and got up, staggering a bit.
"You blind ********, you gon' pay for this! You and your b***h!" the thug spat, and apparently the gunshot was some kind of calling card, as hoots were heard and other thugs began to run and head towards the scene. Zeke would've fought them off, but the he realized about the girl, and turning to her he went towards her and muttered, "I think we should go now." then got her arm and started to run the opposite direction. ---------
[Mood: Alert, but calm. Calculative. ] [Location: Crime Alley. ] [Company: Mystery girl from the Park, and thugs. ] [Action: Disarming a thug, and running away. ]
