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Now creating this story based off of dreams and thought. Citations: Scenery 1&2: DQSanchez of Deviantart.com Scenery 3: Open Space Ruins Sepia by William Rain Scenery 5: Jr1091's Futuristic Hospital Room Scenery 4,7, and 8: Paul Chadeisson. Scenery 11: ComputerGenius of Deviantart.com Scenery 12: Rick Arch Music Chapter7:Part1: Adrian von Ziegler Basic outline: The D.E.A.D.L.Y. or Dreaded Elite Assassins Doom League Youth have called upon a small group with varying powers and abilities to assassinate a man only known as "The Dissonance," who is rumored to been behind several of the most notorious murders of governmental regimes and officials. The payment is enough for a person to outright buy a planet.To be selected at the very start requires the shadowy group to acknowledge your strength and abilities. The setting is the distant future, with several warring factions and humanity expanding past our solar system. Many types of technology, magic, and varying powers you can think of have been created or invented to an effect. The story will begin with a meeting between the group and the invasion of the solar system controlled by "The Dissonance." 4 Groups to start with: Assassins, "Dissonance" faction, Government, Independent If you want in just post something in a similar format: Format: Username(Person, title) =Unique ability/power Add a personality if you want and anything else. Any other information would be appreciated. For example: 0. 7starkiller99 Name: 7star, the Traveler Faction: Independent Known for being a traveler. Abilities: 777 luck and traveling abilities. 1. TheConquerer Name: Conq, the Unknown Occupation: Unknown Faction: Independent Personality: No one really know anything about him, he seems friendly but his plastic smile conceals a darker mind. Unique Power: He seems to be able to subconsciously alter between multi-verse timelines to avoid death. His power causes immediate misfortune after he uses it, stacking until something occurs. Some see it as incredible good luck; he sees it as a curse. Appearance: 2. someprotagonist Name: Culver Occupation: Trumpeter Faction: Independent Ability: Musical healing. He can use his horn to cured any ailment. Personality: Stoic. It's only through his playing that people know how he's feeling. Goal: Culver's interests lie only on Earth. Stories of his unique ability have reached far ends of the solar system. In order to hire his unique abilities, he was paid an untold fortune. It took a lot of work to get him out of New York City, not to mention getting him off the planet. 3. Spooky_Love Name: Spooks Occupation: Arms merchant and war profiteer, secret government role in keeping conflicts going in destabilized areas. Faction: Government Personality: A multi-verse believing nihilist who believes all human life worthless. He chose the most dangerous role because he wants to prove the uselessness of such actions. it doesn't matter creating more war and suffering as its no different to doing nothing, in the end the outcome is the same the world balances out. He's very good at stirring up conflict. Similar to this except less Universe destroying: Unique Power: Aura of anxiety over time that leads to a variety of dementia. Even the most friendly of groups will tear each other apart due to aura. He has military training and his burned skin has dulled nerve endings. Appearance: 4. YorozuyaGinSan Name: Yore O. Herlock Occupation: Owner of an antiques store, specializes in porcelain vases and the like. He lives in a terraced house where the main floor is his storefront. His family is infamous because his brother is a legendary space pirate captain. Faction: Shopkeeper? Personality: Suave and couth but not imposing, Yore is an excellent salesman. He also competed on a celebrity tv show as the brother of an infamous criminal some time in the past. Also a vegetarian. Unique Power: None, but he uses a pike for self defense. Appearance: Curly brown hair with cowboy hat, thick shades, and vibrant suit. Additional jacket and golden eyes. 5. Herlock Name: Mikhail K. Herlock Occupation:Yore's brother, a fearsome space pirate wanted for killing hundreds of of men for his pure amusement and yet zero women. Faction: Independent Personality: Ruthless. Respects no one except family members. (In short evil. ) Unique Power: Machine manipulation, Mikhail pilots a robot with missile, rockets, laser beams, etc. He has his giant space battleship. Equipment: Rapier gun 6. Sleeping bear Name: Warren "Silencer" Peace Occupation: Assassin Faction: Assassins Race: Human Weapons: High-tech sniper rifle "Lily", Variety grenades, and knife "Rose" Extra: Ocular Lenses with variety bonuses Appearance: Usually black long finger-less gloves and cap Personality: ??? 7. Protaku Name: Protaku Faction: Government Unique ability/power: Ocular powers that activate based on eye color Red =Fire, Blue = Ice, Purple = Time, Fully Black = Blackholes, Silver = Illusion, Diamond = Time Alteration Drawback = Stamina reduction Weapon: Revolver Personality: Quirky, Athletic and Badass, spouting riddles while wearing a long brown trench coat and beret. Eyes: 8.Whimsical-C Name: C. Walker Faction: Government Unique Ability/Power: She can control the strength (but not direction) of surrounding elements and create them at a cost Personality: Seemingly laid-back, observant and self-reliant but genuinely friendly, she gets extremely tense when things don’t as planned Other: She dislikes guns and has terrible aim but has above average close range combat skills and an extensive knowledge of poisons 9.Astros477 Name: Daniel (Veeleren) Faction: Independent Veeleren info: Unknown. They can be contacted through a man named Rubel. Abilities: Master of Deception and Manipulation. They can disguise themselves as anyone both physically and emotionally. Their most common persona is that of a quiet and timid young man by the name of Daniel. Other known people who are thought to be Veeleren are a middle aged man named Henry. As well as a young and very beautiful woman known as Maria. However these are just the three most reported individuals to be seen before a target of Veeleren met their untimely end. They're in no way his limitations of disguise as he could be anyone from your friendly elder neighbor to your boss or even your significant other. Using his vast understanding of psychology and experience manipulating others and his own emotions to his benefit. He plans and creates encounters or environments where his targets are oblivious to his deadly presence. Spending months at a time getting to know them and gaining their trust. Waiting for the most opportune time to complete the hit and disappear without a trace. While not the quickest or most well known about he has a 100% success rate. Personality: Whatever is required at the time. They can be friendly and optimistic, cold and pessimistic, stoic and rational even feminine and seductive. You name the personality type and he'll be able to convince you he's been that way his entire life. However one thing is apparent and that is they like to work alone cut off from other contact. 10.DoctorCaim Name: Deborah Faction: Independent Occupation: Hairdressser Abilities: Very good at networking, gossip, and street knowledge Personality: A flipping Tv Trope: Only Sane Sarcastic woman/Will try to Drive Herlock Insane Relationships: Despises the Herlock brothers for killing her husband and for starting up a rival company for spare change. 11. Tomino Name: Tonio Machismo de Harlock Occupation: Yore and Mikhail's great uncle, a somewhat renowned flute designer and body-builder. Faction: World Flute Association (WFA); Jabroni Crushers incorporated (JC inc); Pet Grooming Blog Columnist Debate Club; World Bodybuilding Federation (WBF); Zeonic Corps. Personality: A jack of all trades but a master of none. Goes to a therapist and has dreams of grandeur. Unique power: The ability to bore anyone to death with his middle-aged man ramblings and 80,000 psi grip pressure. (When he grips your ear, you cry) Appearance: He think he looks like a super buff professor Oak(Don't tell him otherwise) beavis2323 Name: Astrid Occupation: Assassin in training Faction: independent Personality: Shy and Obedient to her current master Abilities: Skilled with firearms Unique Power: ???(Possibly none) Appearance: This guy, except his female counterpart??? -1. Brandon_ Name: Null Faction:Dissonance Occupation: Hired Bodyguard Personality: Emotionless, is not happy, yet not sad about being in the dissonance faction. Power: Negate other powers-Nullify Maxim Extra perk: Can attack, nullifying physical abilities. Ability to summon Impaling Spikes: -2.Astros477 Name: Apollo Faction: Dissonance Occupation: Adviser Personality: Stoic or bored frequently, sense of humor that's a mix of sarcasm and teasing others for near nearsightedness and failure. Power/Ability: Answer Seer- Psychic ability to know the answer to any question or problem, but with time constraints. He makes for an unmatched tutor, with extreme combat sense. His only limitations are the ability of the human eye to process information(which is increased with the ability to perceiving bullets) and his body's agility. The biggest blunder of this ability is that it requires a observable stimuli to operate. When asked about how he received this ability from researchers and normal people alike Apollo answers. "One simply has to die and return to life." with a smirk and light chuckle. Appearance: Anyone want in? There's still quite some room They Had One Job: Prologue: Music: Scenery1: Light rained down upon the lonely planet of Astra, known for being vibrant and bright by day, yet dark and silent by night. The planet's main city was named Aster, and was the home of a bustling corporation that backed one of the many factions interested in control of the universe. In one such building owned by this corporation, the members of the D.E.A.D.L.Y. assassin group met on the 50th floor. The room was dimly lit, with several windows overlooking the main plaza of the city. A single holographic table stood in the center of the room, framed by the lights on the ceiling. Each assassin had their own thoughts about why the meeting was occurring, but they all knew which target had been chosen. The leader, an imposing figure hidden entirely by a black cloak, called the meeting to order. One hushed conversation later, a price was decided upon. The group would wager their very existence in order to destroy their common foe. However, with slim knowledge, some argued to wait to announce a bounty. The more confident members declared this madness, and soon hushed discussion because violent shouting. Frustrated, the leader drew the trusted blade at his side and glared the assembly into submissive silence. Eventually, both sides compromised and each member nodded in agreement to a price. Just before the meeting could be concluded, the leader noticed a strange sound being emitted from the building. He looked around in alarm and then jumped out of the building, stabbing his sword into the ground to stop his fall. Seconds later, an explosion rocked the plaza. Where the building once stood was only rubble. The leader, now the sole member of the group, shook the dust off his robe and glared at the curious onlookers. He sprinted off into the distance, mouthing a single word: "REVENGE." Now alone, the leader of the assassins entered the information about the target and payment online using his personal communicator. With well-worn movements, he added as much detail as he could and then vanished from sight. Scenery 2: Meanwhile at Dissonance HQ, a emotionless black-robed man received his expected call. "The mission is accomplished." The emotionless man frowned, noting a new post on the bounty board. He then left the building, traveling to the source of a call. Two greedy eyes stared back at him. The black-robed man frowned, snapping his fingers together. Two lifeless eyes now stared into the sky. Walking away, the robed man took out his phone, calling another important member of Dissonance with one message: "They'll be coming for revenge or something stupidly similar. I'm off to terminate the first entries to my empty list." The next morning, a collective media frenzy ensued. A bounty had been posted that was simply outrageous, and from a credible source. Ironically, the D.E.A.D.L.Y. assassin group had currently held the highest credit rating in the galaxy. Such a group being a trusted source of income to bounty hunters and assassins had always made proper law officials rather conflicted about their standpoint and the legality of the money transfers. But in any case, rumors began to spread about a small applicant pool that had accepted the job and been deemed worthy. Yet none of the current news concerned the one who was walking through the corridors of a far underground hall. Having come from a far distant world and from a much more powerful lineage, the concerns of the many were the furthest from his mind. To a time traveler and dimensional conqueror, all seemed to blend into one at times. An issue, a trouble, a threat; all of these similar calamities would face every sentient society as it grew and met other cultures. Having come to a grand gateway, the traveler paused. Two contrasting pictures were painted over the walls, one of a colossus in pitched combat and the other of a wizened sage delivering healing to a peaceful crowd. The long worn bricks on the ground were inlaid with text, spelling out a simple phrase: SIDIUS CONTRA MUNDI. An elegant seal stood over a silver doorway, covering the path with shimmers of silver and gold. The destination reached, he reached out and cracked open the door. The future, an untold treasure, awaited. Dissonance music: Yet meanwhile, in a darker and more sinister world, one man was handling enemies of the Dissonance. The sun shone in the foreign sky. In an alley of a system far away, two flame wielders charged him while brandishing flames in each hand. Without a single flicker of emotion, the grim warrior snapped his fingers. Dark spikes impaled both before a scythe decapitated them. Here was an enemy worth facing: the bodyguard known as living death, Null himself. Null pulled out his phone and called his lackeys to take care of the bodies. He walked out the alley and left to get something to eat. As he checked the time, several more fools rushed him. One cried for vengeance and the other in rage. Null sighed and snapped his fingers twice. Once more, an attack on the land of Dissonance had been deleted. The final member of the assassins, a girl who seemed too young to be a threat, ran in terror. Null walked after her, mildly annoyed at having to pursue an enemy. Just as he thought he had cornered her, a gate appeared behind her. She fell into it just as Null snapped and black spikes shattered the gate to smithereens. Null yawned in boredom, and spoke for the first time today, "Better tell the boss about that meddling transporter. But before then, I should grab some grub." Null walked back to his usual eatery, unconcerned by the clouds that covered the sunny ground once more with shade. New Scenery: Mikhail's theme song: In another dark alley, several goons led by a man had surrounded a person. The leader laughed and said, “Well what do we have here? And you’re not even carrying a gun!” The surrounded person reached down for his rapier and laughed. He took off his shaded, his grim silver eyes striking fear into the first two men on his right. “Death comes to all, but you two go first.” With one quick step, Mikhail expertly sliced with his rapier to stab one in his vitals and cleaved the other in half. He took aim with his rapier and shot the foolish leader’s head right off. The last man ran in terror, fleeing for dear life. Mikhail chuckled, thinking of how a lesser man might let this scum get away. He sprinted forward, impaling the weakling through the heart with his silver rapier. He wiped the sword on the corpse and strode toward the nearby antique store. He knocked twice on the door, before a matching pair of golden eyes to his silver appeared. “Yore! How’ve you been brother?” Yore simply gave a questioning look to the blood splatters on Mikhail’s shades. Mikhail cursed, frustrated that such a coward’s blood would get on his property. Yore sighed, saying “You still can’t keep track of your own items? I bet you were attacked again and forgot the loot the bodies.” Mikhail froze, realizing the he had just done so. Yore laughed, saying “You haven’t changed at all, have you brother.” Mikhail sighed, about to think of a snappy retort when he realized his communicator was sounding. The message he received from his first mate was simple: “Planet-worthy bounty: End Dissonance? We in?” Mikhail shouted, causing Yore’s eyebrows to raise. Mikhail mumbled something about having to go and simply ran out of the building. Yore noticed how happy his brother seemed to be and then decided he’d check the news after a leisurely dinner. Beginning of Chapter 1: Meetings Music: Scenery 3: The former leader of the D.E.A.D.L.Y. assassin group frowned. He had already spent the majority of his day piecing through applications. Some were definite rejections, from homeless drifters with no apparent combat abilities and intelligence to the assured acceptances of world famous warriors and hunters. Of course, to find a balanced group, he would be forced to accept as many as possible. He sighed, wondering why no one was at the meeting place he had described in his noticed. Even though he had decided meeting in the deserted area of Aster, it should have been a trifle to pass the physical obstacles one would face to reach his position. He took out his blade and stared at its shimmering reflection, contemplating how someone could have hid an explosive inside of the building where his comrades had met the day before. As head of an assassin group, he held no sympathy for the weak who had fallen, but still missed the company of his allies. He let his mind roam until a vague presence stirred him to attention. The assassins he had called for had arrived. The group was strange, having members wielding weapons he had never seen before and faces he had not thought possible. He described the target quickly and that he would be waiting at the same place once word of the completed mission had reached him. Doubts still remaining in his mind, he disappeared from sight once more, relaxing in his underground hideout. The group stared at each other, sizing up strengths and weaknesses in each other's posture. One particularly imposing figure stood out among the rest. With eyes as blue as the azure sky, he scanned the crowd, noting the infamous and unknown alike. With a smirk adorning his face, he spoke aloud, “What’s the difference between a knife and this group?” Warren "Silencer" Peace, a world-renowned assassin, calmly strode through the group after recognizing the signature trench coat and beret. He looked Protaku straight in the eyes and spat: “What business does the current governor of the Veritas system have at this meeting?” Without changing expression, Protaku drew his revolver and with a sarcastic tone replied “For the same reason you name your weapons after flowers!” Sensing mutual tension and built up aggression, Conq made his appearance. Stepping between the official and the assassin, he shrugged and answered the riddle with ease. “Protaku, there is a point. We’re all here to figure out where our target is and why the offer is so extravagant.” At that very moment, a spray of bullets flew into the crowd. Conq reluctantly noted the direction the gunfire had come from as the world faded to black. Within seconds, Conq saw the universe reform itself around him. He thought to himself: “How many times had this happened? Hundreds? Millions? One thing he knew: As long as he was cursed with his power of timeline alteration, he would be forced to repeat the same events until he solved them.” With the present event once more reversed, Conq walked through the crowd up to Protaku. “Can I please use your gun?” Conq said with urgency. Nonplussed, Protaku offered the strange being his weapon. Conq took aim and shot down three gunmen with ease. Warren Peace noted the time-honed movements with a tip of his cap. “Not a man to trifle with”, thought he. Conq sighed with relief and began to hand back the weapon, only to realize he was pulling the trigger. Blood splashed the air as a random person screamed in agony from the red-hot bullet wound. Dropping the weapon at once, Conq looked on with horror. Culver stared at the weapon for a moment with listless eyes before giving it to Protaku. Culver murmured, “You should really pay more attention,” as he took out his horn. Protaku watched with curiosity as likewise Peace took note of Culver’s posture. Culver warmed up, his horn resounding with dulcet tones, playing a sorrowful melody about dreams and wishes long past redemption. Suddenly, the person stopped their whimpering and looked at his body with awe. His wounds, even previous cuts and battle scars had been completed sealed and healed. Conq rushed over and thanked Culver, who merely nodded his acceptance. There was a moment of collective silence, replaced by the murmurs of an unsure crowd. Each of the individuals looked around with new-found respect, noticing that there were others just as truly skilled as themselves. After what seemed to be an eternity, a golden doorway materialized in front of the crowd. 7star stepped through, followed by a girl. He scanned the group for familiar faces, but seeing none frowned. He then declared: “I’ve found us just the place to get our transportation.” A new blue gate materialized, emblazoned with a title: Veritas Central. 7star stepped through, calling for the others to follow. Protaku took the initiative, relaxing instinctively as he realized he was heading home. New Scenery: Meanwhile on the infamous space captain’s ship, Mikhail was busy arguing with his brother. “For the blasted last time Yore, you’re not coming with me.” Yore simply stared down his brother once more with his golden eyes. “Seriously, this time I simply won’t budge.” said the annoyed Mikhail. Yore finally decided to speak his mind, “As a man, no, as a shopkeeper, how can I not go on this adventure? Do you expect me to emasculate myself and wait at home for you to bring me the smallest of souvenirs that you would bring back as a last second thought? This venture will come into treasure, one way or another, or you would not be involved.” Mikhail sighed, exasperated that he had to speak his mind. He decided to take a different tactic. “Yore, this is for your own protection. What combat skills do you have? You’re just a shopkeeper.” Yore took out his pike, pointing it at his brother’s throat at the same time Mikhail drew his rapier. Yore smiled, saying “I’d say we’re more than even on that count.” Mikhail mumbled something about insane relatives and then ordered his first mate to set course for Veritas Central, the place he was supposed to meet a crazy governmental official for transportation. The ship’s engines slowly grew in noise from a dull whisper to a loud roar as the spaceship flew to the destination. Continuation of Chapter 1: Getting Transportation Music: Scenery: Veritas Central: Home to a population of twelve trillion individuals. Although it has such a small population for such a modern citadel of civilization, the planet was known for being home to the famous weapons manufacturers "Fragmentation" and "De-materialization". Protaku was the first to exit the gate, leisurely resting his hand over his eyes in a protective gesture. He re-fixed his trench coat and beret before grandly throwing out his arms. “Listen up! Welcome to the home of weapons, freedom, and expression. Just remember who’s in charge at all times!” he said with a glimmer of a smile. Peace shifted his weight from one leg to another upon exiting. Being on the turf of another person was something he had sworn never to do again. It was the reason he wore fingerless gloves. He stared inanely at Conq, who was apparently hugging a lamppost in hopes that he wouldn’t die. Culver stoically viewed his new surroundings, not particularly impressed. It seemed, if only to him, that Veritas Central resembled New York in its bustling streets and busy passersby. A hint of nostalgia and homesickness hit him like a rocket. He thought he just might cry, but then remembered the reason he was stoic. 7star walked through the gate, albeit distractedly. It seemed that everyone in the group was remembering what put them on this path of their life. He too might have pondered his past if not for the sensation of holding another’s hand. He turned respectfully to the girl and asked, “And who might you be?” She simply shook her head and pointed at her mouth. Confused, 7star was about to ask her what she meant when the words simply flew into his mind. –I can’t…talk...call me Ai- 7star cut her off midsentence by solemnly nodding and said to her, “The safest place is with me for now then.” She nodded and then together they walked after Protaku, who was engaging every single passerby in discussion. 7star pointed at Protaku saying, “Now that guy is famous.” Music part 2: Off to the side, Conq, finally less enamored with the post realized he was still alive and thanked his Maker that he was still sane. After managing to ignore the stares of the crowd that had surrounded him, he realized that he was indeed lost. Without a phone or watch, he had no way of telling how long he had been here and how far behind he was He turned and was about to ask the people close by for any information, when he suddenly lost all feeling in his body. He looked down, only to see a jagged black scythe sticking out of his chest. “How?!?” he exclaimed in tired exasperation. His last thoughts as he bled out on the ground were of how fickle his power was and if he would actually die. "Not a bad way to go really," he thought as everything went black. Music Part 3: Scenery Part 4: Null dragged the scythe out of the dead man’s body, or so it seemed. He was wondering what strange power this person must have had, but gave up after seeing how easily he had passed. Null walked off into a café down the street and took out his phone. “The intel was good; our transported sent me right to one of the targets.” The person on the other end replied, “The plan isn’t complete yet. You were supposed to kill that scum Protaku right away.” Null yawned and then replied: “I couldn't. It’s almost as if he knew we were after him. He was talking to every single passerby. Even with –HIS- power, there’s no way we could rewrite him out of the time stream.” The only reply to his last words was silence. Null hung up the phone in frustration, or was it hunger? His order of well-done steak had arrived. Null was a well-done steak kind of person, reveling in the texture and despising the sight of blood. He thought, “Blood is not required in my food, but in my line of work.” He sipped his drink, only to spit out its contents when he saw Protaku’s group patiently waiting in line at the same restaurant. Protaku walked over to Null, casually greeting him with a smile, and then sat down next to him. “Want to answer a riddle?" Protaku said with a veiled threat showing in his words. Null replied, “Want to die?” In the instant that Null prepared to snap his fingers, Peace took out his rifle Lily and pointed it straight in Null’s face. Peace adopted his signature “Wobbly Trigger Finger” pose and sneered, yelling “You don’t want to move!” Culver stood a clear distance from the group, holding his horn at the ready by his side. Peace frowned, unnerved by Null’s emotionless expression. He hesitated for just a second, but a second was all Null needed. Just as Peace was about to pull the trigger, Null snapped his fingers thrice. Thousands of black spikes shredded Peace, and reached out towards Protaku. Protaku stood still, closing his eyes once and re-opening them in order to activate his blue eyes. Still trying to use his ability, spikes slashed him from thigh to head, impaling him into back wall of the café. Taking in the situation just as he arrived, 7star shoved Ai backwards. She flew backwards into the pillowing arms of massive advertisement plushy. Soon, Null turned and the spikes flew for a third motion, yet luckily 7star had already been moving to the left and only lost his left arm and leg. Null snapped his fingers one final time, leaving the group for dead and walking into a scarlet red coated gate. Scenery: Culver sighed in relief, believing himself to be unscratched, until he looked down at himself. His precious horn had been shredded into pieces along with his right arm. As the pain and recognition of missing limbs hit him mentally and physically at once, he collapsed to the ground. Ai, finally picking herself back up, rushed back into the café only to see the gory remnants of the group. With a strangely emotionless look on her face, she walked over to 7star and asked –What should I do?- 7star smiled weakly and said, “Give this to Conq. He’s alive somewhere out there.” She gave 7star a puzzled look and stared until he said, “I can tell because everyone still has pieces of the gate in them.” Pieces of 7star’s left arm and leg were already beginning to reform, particle by particle, as Ai looked on. Ai left holding the item with a determined look in her face as she left to accomplish her goal: To return Conq to the group. 7star’s smile grew weaker as the particles in his arm and leg dissipated. “At least…we won’t die here” thought he. He closed his eyes and rested in his weakness. Chapter 2: Shredded Hopes and Upward Slopes Music: Scenery 5: Ai ran in a hurry, looking quickly back and forth for the person 7star had described. She was alone once more, and would do anything to prevent it. As she ran back and forth past crowds and wary onlookers, she noticed a strange man passed out by a curbside. He seemed to fit the description, so she put the item in his jacket and quickly rushed to a phone booth. She called the emergency medical team, which intercepted the figure and within minutes had him bundled up. Ai sighed in relief and was about to leave when a black spike cut her through the heart. Null, breaking his normal emotionless routine, smiled. He phoned in his boss, telling him that the mission was accomplished. With no loose ends, Dissonance had surely made a clear message that resistance would not be tolerated. He walked towards the café, snapping his fingers as he walked. Noticing the shredded bodies of Protaku and Peace, he slowed his pace. The musical man named Culver and 7star were missing. He turned to his left, noticing a trail of blood. He followed the trail, until he had reached a deserted corner. Remnants of a gate and blood were all that he discovered. He shrugged, calling back to HQ for a tracker. At the very least, he had done his job well. He wondered if he should ask for a raise, but decided against it. At the lamppost that Conq once hugged, 7star and Culver leaned against a nearby wall. 7star was almost finished making a make-shift harmonica from Culver’s horn and Culver was merely trying to stay alive. The two were in desperate waiting for something to occur. 7star noticed a fluctuation in the time-stream and smiled, speaking one cryptic line to Culver, “Ai made it.” People passed quickly by the strange sight of the two bloody people, trying to avoid similar danger. A popular saying of the time was, “Don’t stay by victims who are injured, lest you be the next.” When Conq awoke, he was in a hospital room fully clothed. For some strange reason, there seemed to be no sign of any rips and tears of the clothes he was wearing. He had no recollection of how he had been moved there, or how he had survived that fatal attack. He looked up at the ceiling and darkened room. Nobody was there. No nurse, no doctor, no messenger of healing to thank. He stared down at his body, briefly removing his shirt. A jagged scar had formed, that was now just barely visible. He sat there for a moment, before realizing his mission. He was with a group to end the Dissonance, or at least, that was what the current goal seemed to be. He looked to the side, and found a jacket left there. Putting on his jacket, a crumpled piece of paper fell out. The handwriting was his, but it seemed to be written under quite some trauma. The words were jagged, spiking from one end to another, and read “Get to Café Ardentas, and save Culver.” As he stared at the spikes in the writing, sudden pain struck his body. He fell to the ground, writhing in agony for a few seconds before the pain subsided. Taking several deep breaths, the world seemed to flash before his very eyes. Managing to recover finally, he left the hospital in a hurry, only to blindly cross a busy intersection. As the car hit him, he screamed once in frustration and twice about his misfortune. When the world became solid once more, he was hugging a lamppost. He had the oddest sense of Déjà vu. He turned to see the group heading out without him. He rushed over, tapping Culver on the back. Culver turned, giving him a strange look. Conq handed him the piece of paper, but Culver merely looked at it and handed it back. Confused, Conq followed the group, asking each person if they’d seen it before. When he finally came to 7star, something seemed different. 7star look the piece of paper, and the paper turned into dust. 7star stretched out his hand, and the dust was seemingly absorbed by it. Conq was alarmed by the strange sight, but 7star merely grabbed his arm. 7star whispered to Conq, “We don’t speak of this.” Protaku, noticing that Conq had joined the group, asked, “What took you so long Conq?” Conq replied, “Umm, nothing at all really,” before walking into a wall. The group halted, waiting for Conq to regain his balance. Peace also stopped, but for a different reason than the rest. He had noticed a strange black-robed figure following them for a while. He took out his ranging ocular lens, attached a silenced to his sniper Lily and fired a flurry of shots. Null was in pursuit of the group when he noticed projectiles headed on a direct course with him. He activated his first special technique: Nullification Wall. The reason he was so renowned as a bodyguard was his abilities of stealth, just as much as his abilities of protection. The wall he created was completely transparent. Having only nullified the speed of the bullets, he examined the caliber and shape. He stopped pursuit and immediately phoned HQ, saying “My position is compromised. I’ll leave the rest to the back-up squad.” Null signaled his transporter for a gate and left, the red gate absorbing his frame. Protaku continued to lead the group on a tour, finally leading them to a café. “Welcome to Café Ardentas everyone!” Protaku joyfully exclaimed. “This restaurant is entirely automated and has almost no wait time, courtesy of my connections. We’ll stop here for food, and then head over to the docks. It took a large amount of gold, but I was able to petition the Galactic HQ for funds. Our transporter is an infamous pirate.” Everyone received their food, and began to chow down on the delicious entrees. Conq was patiently listening with the rest until he heard the mention of Café Ardentas. He went pale, and tapped 7star on the shoulder. “Aren’t we supposed to be doing something now?” he nervously whispered. 7star expression changed from his usual smile to a more serious one as he spoke, “Just find some excuse to get Culver out of the area for about 10 minutes.” 7star handed Conq a card, saying that it was an important signaling device. Conq nodded, and asked Culver if he could heal the scar on his stomach. Culver stoically nodded, but gripped his food protectively. Conq smiled, saying “It’s fine if you take your food with you.” Culver nodded again, still clutching his plate. The two left for a nearby sitting area, about a block away. As the rest of the group ate, 7star whispered something to Ai. She nodded, and left in the direction of Fragmentation. Peace ate his food quickly, washed his hands immediately afterward, and scanned the surroundings. After that strange black-robed figure had been following them, he had been on high alert. He noticed several figures with matching black cloaks making similar signals with each other. Peace thought to himself how tacky matching uniforms must be, and then armed the sound grenades he had been saving in his pocket and set them to blow in three minutes. He nonchalantly rolled them around the café, and then motioned the sign for explosion to Protaku. Protaku gave him a quizzical look, but then nodded after noticing the foreigners to his city. His eyes turned blood red, and he slouched in his seat. 7star merely held a make-shift harmonica in his hand and activated the gate in his hand. A small vortex of energy began to pulse from the gate. He walked over to the cafe's music player and changed the track to 001. Music 001: 7star smiled, and then all hell broke loose. The black-cloaked figure on the far left suddenly pulled out a rocket launcher from his pocket and fired. At the same instant the assailants on the right side activated their fire abilities and shot blazing fireballs. Missiles rained down on the building from artillery that had been waiting at a distance to fire. Several assailants with great-swords charged through the windows, rushing at Peace. A garish woman covered in mirrored armor rushed Protaku. Snipers lined up on the surrounding buildings took aim and prepared to finish off anyone who survived. Peace smiled, and clapped his hands. In the instant that people focused their attention on him, the grenades exploded. The shock waves short circuited the missiles launched and nullified the incoming fire. Protaku closed his eyes and re-opened them to reveal the color green. He cracked the very ground below the woman and trapped her in a pool of quicksand. He then spun in a circle, turning the land around the cafe into dust. The charging swordsmen rushed 7star, who pointed his hand at them. A massive thunderbolt instantly struck the steel of the blades, electrocuting the wielders as well as striking the door of the café. The snipers fired salvos of bullets at Protaku, who had closed his eyes in concentration. A single bullet grazed his arm as he reopened his eyes. The endless darkness is his eyes dwarfed the black of the bullets as he stared at the building where his enemies were camped. A miniature vortex materialized, absorbing the structure as well as the hapless snipers. Protaku collapsed from exhaustion as the flame wielders converged on his location. Peace was temporary stuck fighting the remaining swordsmen, but still managed to throw a single grenade. However, the second he spent trying to throw the grenade resulted in him receiving several sword slashes to the side. One particularly ambitious swordsman looked to decapitate Peace, but only managed to slice his cap. Peace’s blue tipped grenade exploded midair encasing Protaku in a sheet of ice, several feet thick. 7star was busy dodging attacks from the gunmen as well as some of the fire combatants. Using his grasp of the scenario, 7star then activated the gates he had left around the café. Instead of being entrance or exit gates, these were generators. 7star activated the first gate of seven, activating his technique, Star’s Tears. A massive explosion covered the entire café, reducing the surrounding area to ashes. When the dust cleared, only Peace, Protaku, and 7star remained. Peace coughed, looking around at the carnage as only a small circle area around him had not been blown to bits. Several of the arms and swords of the assailants fell to the ground, all which remained of the assassins sent to kill the group. Protaku’s eyes suddenly turned red, and the ice around him melted. Protaku’s first comment from breaking out of the ice was, “Why would you freeze me?” Peace frowned at the sword wounds he had received and replied saying “I saved your life.” Protaku just said, “I wish you would’ve saved yourself the trouble.” 7star motioned for the two to be silent and then listened. Soon enough, several more missiles rained down. Peace, in a sudden display of dexterity, jumped up and sliced two missiles in half with his knife Rose. Protaku burned the rest with his scarlet eyes and dried himself off. 7star gave Peace the coordinates quickly as he gathered the information. Peace smirked and then said, “This is just one of the many reasons I was called the silencer.” He took out his rifle and equipped explosive bullets. He adjusted his ocular lens and fired exactly three times. Three explosions were confirmed seconds later, as well as an end to the missiles being fired. Scenery 7: 7star gave Conq the signal, and he returned along with Culver. Culver noticed the utter destruction of the area and the wounds on each person. He took out his horn and played a song of caution and danger, which provided to heal wounds and refresh the mind. Finally, Ai returned with a tiny circular device. 7star took it and handed her a nearly identical copy, saying, “We’ll need that later.” Protaku yawned and checked the time. A mere twenty minutes had passed since the group had entered the café. Conq then asked Protaku where they were supposed to go, and Protaku took the lead once more as the group set out to reach the docks. New Scenery 8: At Dissonance HQ, Null received a report on the failed attack. He took careful note of each power and ability listed, entering each into a battle simulator. He walked over to the simulation room and calculated the current Dissonance regimes chances of victory. The central A.I. of the system crunched the data and then calculated for any other possible scenarios. Current chances of Dissonance regime victory: 99%. Null shrugged, unsurprised at such a result. “After all,” as he thought to himself, “Our enemies have never managed to defeat the Thirteen Sounds.” Chapter 3 Part 1: A Pirate is Free Music(0:32): Protaku walked up to the dock landing area while deep in thought. He was so distracted that he walked straight into a stern looking young woman. He stopped in mid-apology when he noticed exactly who it was. C. Walker, his second in command and sometimes superior stared him down. Protaku awkwardly flailed for a few seconds while thinking of what to say. Walker just laughed and relaxed her stance. While a hint of mirth in her voice, she said “Protaku, you never change. Ever since being little cadets you’ve always been distracted.” Protaku, now completely flustered, gave up on saying anything. He just shrugged and handed her his receipt. Walker looked over the details and laughed. “You’re going to pirates for transportation?” she said with a smile. “Well, you always were unconventional.” She knew that he'd been avoiding her, and was almost sure of why. She was a patient person though, and remembered a promise that the two had made when young. That they'd always be there for each other and would be as patient as could be with each other. Before she knew it, she was having a flashback, that broke up into the reality of Protaku standing in front of her once more. As long as she could remember, he'd been someone she could talk to. After all, he was the easiest to read, with his continual pink eyes full of embarrassment and tears. The stories she had. She sighed aloud, looking Protaku right in the eyes. Protaku had a nervous grin on his face, as he was now unsure of whether to stay, make a break for it, or try to meet her eyes. For as long as he could remember, she had been catching him off guard. Ever since they were young, she was an irregularity. While others experimented with their powers with reckless abandon, she seemed to be the most mature and beautiful of her counterparts. In fact, she had saved him on several occasions where he would have lost control and given in to his emotions. She'd been so close to him that he still wasn't sure of his feelings at all. He had taken this mission just to avoid her, and to sort out his own plans. He suddenly realized that he had just thought that she was beautiful. With this last thought, he let his eyes wander, until he spotted an irregular sight. A hairdresser who apparently was named “Deborah” was vibrantly arguing with an old man. This wasn't your everyday old man though. Tonio Harlock radiated middle-aged man ramblings. While the lady had sass, this old man had an apparent aura of loneliness. Deborah emphatically raised her hand, making her point, just as the old man began to talk about how he would be the one to rule the stars. The battle was fierce. Street sass met its match in the old man who simply could not comprehend a word the lady was saying. Protaku looked and saw an unlikely escape route. Forcing himself to gather his courage, he meet Walker’s eyes. With a nervous tic, he said, “We should probably head over to the docks.” Walker’s bright smile momentarily blinded Protaku, as she grabbed his hand and dragged him with. The two had only made it five steps toward the spaceships when the squabbling duo of old and sassy stopped them. Theme Music for Deborah and Tonio: Debora said, “Oh no you don’t old man. Your future is just as real as your six pack is!” Old man Tonio replied, “My six pack is real? I knew you wanted to see it!” Panicked, Deborah stopped the old man from removing his clothes by distracting him with stories of hair. She muttered to herself, “Are all those with Lock in their named mentally retarded?” Unfortunately for her, this seemed to be the only statement the old man was able to hear. He began to run around her in reckless abandon. Pedestrians walking by began to avoid the two by wide margin, and a small crowd began to form around them. Someone yelled, “Dance-off!” and soon the whole crowd was placing bets on who would win. Just as everything was about to turn to chaos, Protaku grabbed the old man to learn about the wonder of the stars and Walker asked Debora for some hair styling tips. At this moment, Protaku came up with a devious plan. Chuckling to himself, he walked over to the docks, group in tow. Mikhail was in a foul mood. His brother Yore had set up shop right at the front of his bloody pirate ship. In fact, the consumers of Veritas Central were practically eating up the wares. A relic vase here, an ancient cutlass there; everything was being sold at a frantic pace. The only thing that could have made Mikhail’s mood worse was his meeting being late. He frantically checked his watch, adopting the pose of the stereotypical businessman. Just as he had finally settled into his leg tapping pose, laughter from his brother cut the serious tension. With flipped perspective, Yore was reeling in every customer with ease. He had just sold a five year old vase at the price a forty year old vase would have easily gone for. This was his moment: his crowning glory! Never in his life had he imagined that people could give out their money. He was practically surrounded by a throng of admiring salesman and saleswomen. As he sold his final vase, he checked out his total expected income. He had made a small fortune, enough money for him to leisurely live on his own treasure planet. Only one item was left, and it was the most expensive one. The pirate cutlass of Tonio: pirate adventurer extraordinaire! Yore didn’t have to sell such a veritable item. He thought about waiting, but decided that the moment was almost right. Just as he prepared to sell it, two rampaging figures disrupted the crowd. An old man rushed for the sword, grabbing it and hugging the item. “I’ve finally got you back! My beloved Cutlass, Cutlass!” exclaimed Tonio. Deborah snidely remarked: “Oh look, the demented old man is not only slow, but also uncreative. What idiot names his weapon the same name as THE ACTUAL WEAPON NAME.” Mikhail, disinterested in the whole surroundings, was about to fall asleep while standing when he recognized Protaku. Angrily shoving past the crowd, he stormed up to Protaku and demanded to know why he was late to such an important meeting. New Music Sneaking past the crowd, a speedy figure rushed forward and stood between Protaku and Mikhail. Daniel, a seemingly ordinary person, turned and saluted Walker, who was walking over. Walker smiled and asked, “For what reason do I have the pleasure of meeting you?” Daniel bowed and said, “For saving my good friend Rubel, of course.” Walker leaned back and tried to recollect that name. Unable to place the name, she politely asked Daniel what he meant. Daniel quickly replied, “No need to particularly remember him. He’s just one of many residents of the Vartran system.” Walker immediately recognized that name, as she was the primary investigator sent to free the system from hostile take-over by a pirate coalition. She nodded her assent to Daniel joining the group, and then asked Protaku, “Can Daniel join us? I’ll vouch for his sincerity.” Protaku, relieved to finally reach his destination, replied “Fine fine, I don’t care even if he is a Veeleren. Apparently there’s this mysterious race of aliens who can disguise themselves. Fun fact right?” For a millisecond, Daniel radiated unfathomable malice, but it disappeared just as quickly. “As if that would be the case!” said Daniel as he saluted Protaku as well. Mikhail, still frustrated to say the very least, was completely done with dealing with people. “Protaku, you still have the money on hand that I asked for, yes?” he said in an exasperated tone. Protaku handed the weary man a secure briefcase full of money. “Now don’t spend it all in one place!” Protaku joked. Mikhail just took the cash and waved the group into his spaceship. Protaku took out his phone and called up Culver. “Anyone there?” he asked. Culver said, “We’ll be there in a second. We’re all getting dessert at the local food court.” After an arduous travel, the whole group had finally reached their transportation, the pirate ship of Captain Herlock. Getting settled in, several members of the original group noted the new faces. 7star handed Walker and Yore an emblazoned card that came with the name of the venture as well as impressive retinue of supporters. Yore pocketed the card, happy to meet someone as polite as to carry such proper introductory material. He handed 7star a similar set, that read: “Herlock’s Antiques-You break it, we buy it!” Walker introduced herself as “Protaku’s significant other”, to the mutual astonishment of Protaku and the group. Protaku turned bright scarlet, with his eyes tinged pink. Walker laughed and hugged him. Peace was amazed, plainly stating: “A guy like that with a girl like her?” Deborah was the first to say, “Oh, I know it isn’t so.” Old man Tonio also made his appearance, dragging Mikhail and Yore with his famed eighty-thousand psi grip. Mikhail gave pleading looks to his brother, who was oppositely overjoyed to hear stories that might lead to future treasure enterprises. At last, the group had met together and was now ready to set out for the system of Dissonance. Mikhail ordered his crew to take off, but was strangely unnerved by the whole meeting. As his father was oft to say, “A pirate’s worst fear is being stolen from.” The only other saying he remember his father saying was, “Where there’s Tonio, there’s always someone gunning for the whole group.” He stared at the old man, hoping that this wouldn't be true. Conq had been sensing danger the entire time, and was still on edge after his last near encounter. Culver and Peace were both stoically cleaning their instruments. Ai and Walker were sharing desserts, while being entertained by Deborah, who was pointing out “The Top Ten Things Wrong With This SpaceShip!” 7star took Protaku aside, wanting to give him something. 7star gave Protaku a silver orb with no grooves, with one word inscribed: SIDIUS. “I entrust you with the group,” said 7star reflectively. Protaku asked, “You’re leaving? But why?” 7star replied, “I’m needed to prepare the way.” Just like that, 7star activated a silver gate and passed through the other side. Protaku wondered if he was leader material for a whole one second before telling himself a riddle. “When one loses hope, hope abandons him.” He smiled to himself and left to rejoin the group. END. |
7starkiller99Apr 17, 2015 12:15 PM
A great protagonist once said, "It's only overpowered if you can't return the favor!" |
Mar 20, 2015 10:37 AM
#2
You know what sign me up, this story might never get made but who cares I'll join in and cross my fingers. |
I've been here way too long... |
Mar 20, 2015 11:57 AM
#3
TheConquerer said: You know what sign me up, this story might never get made but who cares I'll join in and cross my fingers. Sure me too |
Mar 20, 2015 12:08 PM
#4
7starkiller99 said: TheConquerer said: You know what sign me up, this story might never get made but who cares I'll join in and cross my fingers. someprotagonist said: TheConquerer said: You know what sign me up, this story might never get made but who cares I'll join in and cross my fingers. Sure me too What names do you want? I almost gave up hope on every seeing a single reply! Hmm call be Conq, I guess I'm not very original |
I've been here way too long... |
Mar 20, 2015 12:14 PM
#5
I'll play ball Going to need more info on what info you need for character profiles though and I know you think 20 characters is a good number but remember Harem has yet to finish a story one of his problems is too many characters to write for. Someprotagonist story works because its a tournament so he only has to write for a few characters at a time. Its pretty much impossible to write for 20 characters and give them all equal stories and screen time so to speak. Back (years ago) when I was doing the mal stories I stuck to around 7 ish characters. This allowed me to focus the story and write more in depth about the characters and their interactions with each other. again this is advice I don't expect you to take but I would never be able to keep a focused story and write for 20 players. Of course start writing with only 7 users and people start crying its a circlejerk instead of realizing why so its up to you. |
SpooksMar 20, 2015 12:20 PM
Mar 20, 2015 12:16 PM
#6
I wanna playyyyyyyyyy I am Protaku and tell me if u need more info |
I envy your delusion; I wish I could live in it |
Mar 20, 2015 12:29 PM
#7
Ok I have returned Username: Protaku (In Government) Unique ability/power: I have ocular powers that activate based on what color my eyes are currently, so like red eyes would be setting stuff on fire, blue eyes freezing stuff, purple eyes slow down time and stuff, and stronger eye powers like fully black eyes let me create small black holes, but they use up tons of my stamina so they'er like a last resort. Personality/characteristics: I am pretty quirky, but I get badass when I'm fighting. I say riddles sometimes because I am quirky like that. I wear a long brown trench coat and adorn a beret. Anything else: I carry a revolver too just in case I need it. Oh and super athletic xD |
I envy your delusion; I wish I could live in it |
Mar 20, 2015 12:48 PM
#8
Name: Culver Occupation: Trumpeter Faction: Independent Ability: Healing through music. He can play a tune on the horn and anyone who listens can be cured of whatever's ailing them. Nerf/buff as needed. Personality: Stoic. It's only through his playing that people know how he's feeling. Anything Else: Culver's interests lie only on earth but stories of his unique ability have reached far ends of the solar system. It'll take a lot of work to get him out of New York City not to mention getting him off the planet. |
Mar 20, 2015 1:06 PM
#9
I'm in, will edit this post for details as I think them up. Name: Warren "Silencer" Peace Occupation: Assassin Faction: Assassins Race: Human (are other races allowed, anyway?) Weapons: A high-tech sniper rifle, smoke (and possibly other types of) grenades and a knife (technological or not, you decide). He calls the rifle "Lily" and the knife "Rose", grenades go by the name of "Daisies." Other equipment: Lenses he's designed himself, they allow him to see through smoke, measure distances and crap like that. Appearance: His outfits change, but more often than not he's sporting his long fingerless gloves and cap, both black. Personality: Quick temper, he usually restrains his violent urges and throws around "interesting" insults instead. When he's not pissed off about something he's usually pretty chill to hang out with. Backstory: Not much of his early life is known, he started to gain fame as an assassin a few years ago. The nickname "Silencer" stems from his tendency to go for his opponents' throats, with his sniper rifle and knife alike. A few gossips have speculated why he names his weapons, but he has neither confirmed or denied any of the rumours. (You can decide what's the truth, if you feel it's worth explaining.) |
SleepingBearMar 21, 2015 2:21 AM
"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:34 |
Mar 20, 2015 1:49 PM
#10
Ah I see I need abilities Well my name is :Conq Occupation: Unknown Faction: Independant Personality: Noone really know anything about him, he seems friendly but his plastic smile conceals a darker mind. Unique Power: He seems to be able to subconsciously alter between multiverse timelines to avoid death, some see it as incredible good luck, he sees it as a curse. Appearance: Just look at my Forum Avatar If you need more ask me |
I've been here way too long... |
Mar 20, 2015 7:49 PM
#11
bump because we need more peeps |
I envy your delusion; I wish I could live in it |
Mar 20, 2015 9:21 PM
#12
Name: Null Faction:Dissonance Occupation: Hired Bodyguard Personality: Chill, relaxed, Emotionless, is not happy nor sad about being in the dissonance faction. All for the money for personal reasons Power: Negate other powers through clicking his fingers |
BrandonMar 20, 2015 9:26 PM
Mar 20, 2015 9:26 PM
#13
I like it! Now gimme more lol. I like the addition of music to them. |
I envy your delusion; I wish I could live in it |
Mar 20, 2015 9:27 PM
#14
Haha yah hmu, interested in this. Edited my power :3 |
Mar 20, 2015 9:55 PM
#15
Make sure to make a new paragraph after someone different speaks. It helps with clarity. |
Mar 20, 2015 11:35 PM
#16
Oooooooh looks like you're putting a lot of hard work into this <3 Even took me a while to read lol. Good stuff. I just get kind of lost with all the spoilers sometimes hehe. Not really a problem. |
I envy your delusion; I wish I could live in it |
Mar 20, 2015 11:38 PM
#17
I think you need to post here whenever you finish a chapter so I know >< |
Mar 20, 2015 11:44 PM
#18
Okay sign me up this sounds interesting. Yore O. Herlock Occupation: Owner of an antiques store, specializes in porcelain vases and the like. He lives in a terraced house where the main floor is his storefront. His family is infamous because his brother is a legendary space pirate captain. Faction: Shopkeeper? Personality: Suave and couth but not imposing, Yore is an excellent salesman. He also competed on a celebrity tv show as the brother of an infamous criminal some time in the past. Also a vegetarian. Unique Power: None, but he uses a pike for self defense. Appearance: Hair should be curly and brown with sideburns like this. but he should also wear a cowboy hat, thick shades, and vibrant suits sometimes maybe a jacket like this Golden eyes too. |
OchimushaMar 21, 2015 12:57 AM
Mar 21, 2015 12:47 AM
#19
Get on board, peeps! |
I envy your delusion; I wish I could live in it |
Mar 21, 2015 2:24 AM
#21
Added a couple of details to the weapons entry and short sections about personality and backstory. I like it so far, although I'm a bit confused by the fight's outcome. This will surely be an interesting read. |
"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:34 |
Mar 21, 2015 2:29 AM
#22
I will join my boo Name: Mikhail K. Herlock Occupation:Yore's brother, a wanted fearsome space pirate that has killed hundredthousands of men for his pure amusement. Fraction: Independent Personality: Ruthless. He doesn't respect anybody, but his family members and even if strangers saved his life, it doesn't matter to him, in the end Mikhail will turn on them and kill them anyway. (In short evil. ) Unique Power: Can talk to /control any kind of machine to his defends Mikhail pilots a robot with missile, rockets, laser beams an so forth. Of course he has his giant space battleship, but it won't be needed here. Has a rapier gun Appearance: overall look: in white/yellow Oh yeah an silver eyes |
הלב שלי כבר מת |
Mar 21, 2015 7:02 AM
#23
Bump cause this neeeds more peeps |
I've been here way too long... |
Mar 21, 2015 12:17 PM
#25
More bumpin needed |
I envy your delusion; I wish I could live in it |
Mar 21, 2015 3:52 PM
#26
7starkiller99 said: Damn can I change my affiliation to Dissonance? Please say yesAstros477 said: Does our affiliation affect our part in the story? Yeah, because the antagonists will be with the Dissonance(anti-Governemnt/own order), the independents are going to create trouble for both sides(Because they can), and the government wants the immediately destruction of Dissonance. |
הלב שלי כבר מת |
Mar 21, 2015 3:53 PM
#27
Boo you should be your own anti government group who isn't directly affiliated with either and just beats them both down. If boo is dissonance make me with the government we can be star crossed brothers. |
Mar 21, 2015 4:29 PM
#28
moar peeeeeeeeps |
I envy your delusion; I wish I could live in it |
Mar 21, 2015 4:48 PM
#29
7starkiller99 said: Nononono betraying both sides is much betterHerlock said: 7starkiller99 said: Astros477 said: Does our affiliation affect our part in the story? Yeah, because the antagonists will be with the Dissonance(anti-Governemnt/own order), the independents are going to create trouble for both sides(Because they can), and the government wants the immediately destruction of Dissonance. But you're already the bloodthirsty pirate who gets to betray both sides xD. You can be secretly Dissonance if you really want to be. |
הלב שלי כבר מת |
Mar 21, 2015 6:59 PM
#30
Need. More. Peeps. |
I envy your delusion; I wish I could live in it |
Mar 21, 2015 7:06 PM
#31
Sign me up. Name: C. Walker Faction: Government Unique Ability/Power: She can control the strength (but not direction) of surrounding elements and create them at a cost Personality: Seemingly laid-back, observant and self-reliant but genuinely friendly, she gets extremely tense when things don’t as planned Other: She dislikes guns and has terrible aim but has above average close range combat skills and an extensive knowledge of poisons |
Whimsical-CMar 21, 2015 8:08 PM
Mar 21, 2015 8:01 PM
#32
Astros477: (Veeleren) Faction: Independent - Nothing is known about them not even their true gender. The only information known is they can be contacted through a man named Rubel. Abilities: Master of Deception and Manipulation. They can disguise themselves as anyone both physically and emotionally. Their most common persona is that of a quiet and timid young man by the name of Daniel. Other known people who are thought to be Veeleren are a middle aged man named Henry. As well as a young and very beautiful woman known as Maria. However these are just the three most reported individuals to be seen before a target of Veeleren met their untimely end. They're in no way their limitations of disguise as they could be anyone from your friendly elder neighbor to your boss or even your significant other. Using their vast understanding of psychology and experience manipulating emotions of others to their benefit. They devise encounters and environments where their targets feel safe and trusting of them. Spending months at a time getting to know their target and the inner workings of their minds. Waiting for the most opportune moment to complete the hit and disappear without a trace. While not the quickest or most well known about they have a 100% success rate. Personality: Whatever is required at the time. They can be friendly and optimistic, cold and pessimistic, stoic and rational even feminine and seductive. You name the personality type and they'll be able to convince you they've been that way their entire life. However one thing is apparent and that is they like to work alone cut off from other contact. |
AstrosMar 21, 2015 8:15 PM
Mar 21, 2015 8:12 PM
#33
7starkiller99 said: Sounds cool I look forward to the next chapters.Astros, you'll be put in as an extra agent, messaged through Rubel. |
Mar 21, 2015 8:17 PM
#34
Name: Deborah Faction: Independent Occupation: Hairdressser Abilities: Very good at networking, gossip, and street knowledge Personality: She's defined by her vivaciousness, humor and joie de vivre, and can make a good counterpoint to the more grim or snarky members of the cast. In complete contrast to her other variation, is not only a pleasure to be around, but is also so the go to girl for advice and help. These characters usually make good leaders, because though generally fun, insightful, they are still firm in decisions, trustworthy, and speak their minds. Also like the Spicy Latina, the character will usually be sexually liberated and have no qualms acting in a sexual manner, though usually in a less pronounced manner. The positive version is now portrayed a lot more than the negative version, mainly because of the Unfortunate Implications, that portraying black women in only this way had. It's also rather common for the positive variant to be the Only Sane Woman of a group, in which case her "sass" will be more like "exasperated sarcasm". Tvtropes Appearance: |
Mar 21, 2015 8:21 PM
#35
Antique salesman > Hairdresser. I hope Yore appears in the next chapter too, Mikhail better not be going out on daring adventures without stopping in to see his brother every once in a while. |
Mar 21, 2015 8:29 PM
#36
How so? What's so great about selling faggy grandfather clocks when the more desirable role in society is keeping the common public fresh and funky with stylish haircuts? Hairdresser > Antique salesman |
Mar 21, 2015 8:51 PM
#37
DoctorCaim said: HAHA that's what you think but people can cut their hair on their own but they can't just create antiques from nothing you probably only do weaves anyway.How so? What's so great about selling faggy grandfather clocks when the more desirable role in society is keeping the common public fresh and funky with stylish haircuts? Hairdresser > Antique salesman |
Mar 21, 2015 8:55 PM
#38
YorozuyaGinSan said: Oh no you didntDoctorCaim said: HAHA that's what you think but people can cut their hair on their own but they can't just create antiques from nothing you probably only do weaves anyway.How so? What's so great about selling faggy grandfather clocks when the more desirable role in society is keeping the common public fresh and funky with stylish haircuts? Hairdresser > Antique salesman Deborah gonna smack the white out of you boi |
Mar 21, 2015 9:00 PM
#39
Starkiller, I'm updating Deborah's description use this one instead please DoctorCaim said: Name: Deborah Faction: Independent Occupation: Hairdressser Abilities: Very good at networking, gossip, and street knowledge Personality: She's defined by her vivaciousness, humor and joie de vivre, and can make a good counterpoint to the more grim or snarky members of the cast. In complete contrast to her other variation, is not only a pleasure to be around, but is also so the go to girl for advice and help. These characters usually make good leaders, because though generally fun, insightful, they are still firm in decisions, trustworthy, and speak their minds. Also like the Spicy Latina, the character will usually be sexually liberated and have no qualms acting in a sexual manner, though usually in a less pronounced manner. The positive version is now portrayed a lot more than the negative version, mainly because of the Unfortunate Implications, that portraying black women in only this way had. It's also rather common for the positive variant to be the Only Sane Woman of a group, in which case her "sass" will be more like "exasperated sarcasm". Tvtropes Relationships: Fuckin hates inbred losers like antique salesman and dunkey space buttpirates Appearance: |
Mar 21, 2015 9:21 PM
#40
I'm going to have my crew burn down your unsightly back alley operation you call a "hair salon". |
Mar 21, 2015 9:26 PM
#41
I am in. Name: Tonio Machismo de Harlock Occupation: Yore and Mikhail's great uncle, a somewhat renowned flute designer and body-builder. Fraction: World Flute Association (WFA); Jabroni Crushers incorporated (JC inc); Pet Grooming Blog Columnist Debate Club; World Bodybuilding Federation (WBF); Zeonic Corps. Personality: A jack of all trades but a master of none, as the years go by and retirement seems like it's right around the corner for him, Tonio has been struck by the crushing feelings of loneliness and lack of any astounding accomplishments. Lately Tonio has been going to a therapist just so he'd have a person to talk to-- He visits his therapist four times a day, and frankly, she's sick of him-- he's not such a bad guy, though. He's recently been interested in leaving everything behind and conquering the sea of stars with his great nephews. Unique power: The ability to bore anyone to death with his middle-aged man ramblings, a depressimg aura of loneliness, party-pooping... and 80,000 psi grip pressure. Appearance: Kind of like a super buff professor Oak. |
Mar 22, 2015 8:54 AM
#42
The beginning sounds very interesting. A gold coin with an apparent mind of it's own and a change in course. I speculate perhaps Veeleren is targeting one of the assassins instead of dissonance. |
Mar 22, 2015 12:54 PM
#43
bummmmmmmmppppp |
I envy your delusion; I wish I could live in it |
Mar 22, 2015 4:52 PM
#44
Hmm interesting, I had planned for his name to be Veerelen and the other titles just be fake identities. Though making it an alien race with disguise properties is cool. I look forward to what is inside the mansion. |
Mar 22, 2015 11:05 PM
#45
7starkiller99 said: Sounds good to me.Was planning on having it all be a mystery. |
Mar 22, 2015 11:26 PM
#46
Sorry for the wait: Name: Spooks Occupation: Arms merchant and war profiteer, secret government role in keeping conflicts going in destabilized areas. Faction: Government Personality: A nihilist who believes all human life worthless and it doesn't matter what happens in life, live or die, kill or love peace doesn't matter. He chose the most dangerous role because he wants to prove it doesn't matter creating more war and suffering as its no different to doing nothing, in the end the outcome is the same the world balances out. He believes in the multiverse idea that every choice makes a new universe. So even if someone points a gun to his head he honestly won't care because he'll say in this universe he dies but in another the gun jams and he kills them, another he isn't even in the room. The outcome doesn't matter because there is always another million out there. He sees suffering and people dying the same, watching it is no different to him than watching someone change a Tyre. He doesn't believe what he does is good or evil because these things don't exist, just actions. This allows him to do anything and feel justified if the action has an outcome he wants. He's very good at stiring up conflict. Unique Power: He exudes a constant aura of anxiety which gets stronger the longer you are around him. This leads to paranoia, delusions and eventually violent outbursts. He can make even the friendlyist group tear each other apart just been in the room long enough. He is also military trained and his burned skin has dulled nerve endings. Appearance: http://images.gamepro.de/images/idgwpgsgp/bdb/2403826/617x.jpg |
Mar 23, 2015 12:32 PM
#47
Hey Star, you're probably going to need to start posting your parts as comments. That way it will you can just link directly to the comment in case you run out of room on your parent post. |
Mar 26, 2015 11:27 AM
#48
Chapter 3 Part 2: A Pirate is Very Expensive Music: Scenery: Inside: Room: Everyone had turned in for the night except for Mikhail. He paced back and forth, trying to calculate benefits and negatives, but ultimately failed. An enticing offer had just reached his ears, from the mysterious newcomer Daniel. A new large amount of money, and to do one simple thing: Change the destination. He stared at the gold coin Daniel had handed him. It seemed that the coin was even trying to communicate. "Gold with a mind of its own? Ridiculous" thought Mikhail. Mikhail wondered if he could pull it off, and then smiled. What was he thinking about? Of course he could fool everyone if he had to. Even his brother didn't know about his true powers. More so than bullets and swords, there was a reason he was such an infamous pirate. He was known as the trickiest man in space, the Preemptive Pirate. All the pieces were falling onto his board, as if the game of life was trying to rig itself in his favor. With this thought, he went to sleep, the voices from the coin growing ever louder. The next morning, the ship was halfway to its destination. Mikhail ordered the ship to a half at the nearby refueling station halfway through the Malwork system. The Malwork system was a completely uncharted land. It was known for being the haven of pirates, both intellectually and in name only. Despite being pirates, they had the most secure and reliable system of refueling ships. This particular station, the U.S.E.-less post or Universally Secure Error-less post, was known for having lots of successful customers and for having a nearby port where vibrant discussions occurred. After spending the better part of the day trapped in a ship, the majority of the group voted to take a short break at the port. The only one against this plan was Deborah who in her own words was, “Absolutely not going to be left behind in some sorta sketchy conspiracy.” She glared rather suspiciously at both Herlock brothers before exiting, stabbing both of her fingers to her eyes and then at Tonio. Tonio, playing the role of slow old man, caused the group to slow down and look at the scenery. New Scenery: The time was just early morning. While the port was rather renowned for having housed such famous celebrities as system conquerors and infamous pirates, no person who lived there was without fame or a special ability. Each area of the part had a different rank, leaving to a vibrant system of power discrimination and flexibility that changed day by day. Peace was on high alert. Not just any type of person was said to live here, and the strange scopes and weapons he sighted remained all over the place. Each house seemed to be armed to the very teeth, having armored entrances and turrets. Every step he took was another moment of faith. Faith that he wouldn’t be forced to kill a reckless fool going after him. Faith that someone wouldn’t target the seemingly helpless Ai and Walker. Faith that he could react in time. So much faith that Peace felt like every step was either a trap or a message from Heaven. Culver noticed the tension in Peace. It was if he was a tightly coiled spring. Culver wondered what drove such a person to join such trivial ventures. Peace had not only going out of his way to get ice-cream at Veritas Central, but also had decided to join them in searching for Tonio’s old mansion. Apparently, Tonio had left his home locked and secure several months ago, but wanted to make sure that his valuables still remained safe. It seemed to Culver that each person had their own reason to join the entourage. Daniel had been rather incredulous that Tonio would have owned property at such a location but went along with the group in order to obtain information. Deborah wanted to avoid the Herlock brothers. Protaku was the self-described “group leader” and so of course he would come along. Walker followed Protaku wherever he went, and Ai treated her like a big sister, so the three were one bundle. It seemed simple enough, but Culver was confused by his own reasoning. “Why am I here?” thought Culver to himself as he reminisced of his life in New York. The busy streets and bustling city had been replaced by the seemingly deserted surroundings he was standing by. Still unsure of his own plans, Culver bumped into Conq and the rest of the group who had stopped. New Music: New Scenery 11: An ominous mansion rose out several stories high and two houses wide, with blood covered Welcome Home sign. Tonio smiled, and hobbled over to the entrance. He rummaged about under the large straw carpet until he found a jet-black key. He stuck it in the door-lock and cracked it open. He walked inside, beckoning the group to follow. Conq stood back, feeling on edge. Danger had been tingling in his perception for quite a while, but this building seemed to resonate with death. He stared at the ground, where a trail of blood led into the doorway and ddown the billowing stairs that seemed to fall into the very earth. He subconsciously took several steps back, until Ai snapped him out of his trance by grabbing his arm. Conq apologized, and took the lead in front of the group despite his premonitions. Eerie noises and sounds coursed from all the edges of the room. With the flickering lights and floorboards that continuously groaned beneath the weight of each footsteps, the very house seemed to be haunted. Deborah remarked, “If this house isn’t haunted, then it might as well be. Look what happens without proper maintenance and cleaning!” While looking around for the flashlight he had left in his cupboard, Tonio muttered a reply that had something to do with not having the time and money to clean anything. He had just snatched his flashlight out when loud shrieks and screams came from a lower level. The group looked back and forth, trying to make sense of who was making the sound when Conq realized Daniel was missing. He rushed downstairs through an unlocked door, only to see a misshapen creature fleeing the scene. Blood was scattered all over the ground. Several dismembered limbs covered the area around the stairs, and skeletons littered the corners. A stench similar to spoiled food spewed from the center of the floor. Conq looked back and forth, hoping to see Daniel in one piece. Unfortunately, this was not to be. Conq caught a quick glimpse of Daniel morphing into something as another hideous monster slashed him into pieces. Frightened, Conq tried to run up the stairs only to realize that the door to the basement was now locked. The creature now upon him, Conq’s last thoughts were that he never should’ve gone into the strange building. When Conq re-opened his eyes, he was with the group walking up to the mansion. He rushed ahead, and discreetly grabbed the key from under the straw mat. His heart rate was rather accelerated, and he kept giving Daniel frightened looks. Walker noticed Conq’s state of stress and changed the air around her to light carbon monoxide. Soon, Conq felt the soothing effects and began to feel sleepy instead. Walker then asked Conq “Is anything the matter?” to which he replied, “No, I’m good now.” Conq promptly tripped over himself and then seemed to normalize. By then, the group had caught up to the two and Tonio began looking around. Tonio rummaged about under the large straw carpet, but found absolutely nothing. Frustrated, he kicked the door, which only caused dust to fall from the roof and cover him from head to toe. Protaku politely proposed that the group should instead move on to the nearby food court instead of staying. Everyone agreed, except Tonio who gave a wistful look to the house as he left. Conq sort of disappeared midway through, whispering something to Walker before leaving. Deborah still didn’t like the new plans. In fact, she didn’t like any of the ideas anyone had come up with so far. From what she had heard, the last place everyone had been attacked was at a food location. It wouldn’t be surprising if the whole group was attacked again. Protaku had a particular dislike of falling behind on ambushes. His eyes glowing silver, he rewrote his existence in order to remove even a shadow of his presence. Not even the sound of his footsteps escaped the silvery aura he had surrounded himself in. To anyone unused to it, he would seem completely invisible. Protaku spun his revolver in his hand, contemplating his next move. For now he’d just meander around the group, but later he planned to appear in the midst of his enemies. Illusionary shielding in place, he disappeared. Culver was enjoying his food. Sure, it wasn’t the usual fare from home, but pizza so far out would be a delicacy for anyone to enjoy. He was glad that their surroundings weren’t as dark and glum as the spaceship. New Music: New Scenery 12: Luckily, it was a bright and shining day. The weather was passable, and the wind was barely in existence. Ai was currently consumed with nibbling on a strawberry Danish, a delicious find among the pastries provided by vendors. Danish image: The only other object that she had given the same attention was the dazzling emerald jewel that she wore on a pendant, a present from 7star. Walker was similarly sipping her water, having been mildly dehydrated by the long morning walk. With the current rate of adventure crossed with boring transportation, she wondered if they should’ve just hired someone to gate them back and forth. Putting her thoughts to the side, she wondered why Protaku and Peace weren’t enjoying the food. “It wouldn’t kill them to eat something.” She thought with a shrug. Yet both Protaku and Peace continued to refuse to buy anything. Protaku was busy worrying about his funds and more importantly, about his appetite. Being the government exemplar, he had been forced to sit through weeks of lectures that solely taught on proper meal tactics and stratagem. As Protaku had eaten a delicious breakfast, eating lunch at ten in the morning would have been the epitome of improper lunch behavior. On the opposite spectra, a stressed Peace felt unable to eat anything. He supposed that he’d rather eat a grenade than put something in his stomach that was clearly abnormal. He carefully watched the group, gazing at Ai’s food in particular. He strode over to the stall, vigorously turning pages on the heavy menu until he discovered the gleaming photo of a Strawberry Danish. However, he was still unsure, noting that the menu had “Strawberry Cheese Danish” on sale for the exact same price. He fumed, unable to determine which was better. Just as he was about to pick his item, his menu mystically disappeared. Confused and confounded by the occurrence, he stood there with a dumbfounded look on his face until he once more observed the menu reappear on a nearby table. Annoyed with himself, Peace put on his ocular lens that was protected by illusion sealing magic. The culprit was found to be Protaku. Giving up on seeing anything more, Peace pocketed the lens and just decided on a Strawberry Cheese Danish. He gave himself a moment to calm down at Protaku’s petty meddling and gloated over receiving a seemingly perfect Danish. Surely he could be held in equivalence with the pioneers of legend. Giving in to his hunger, he had just finished devouring his Danish when Deborah and Tonio bumbled over while arguing about the health benefits of space jerky. The frustrating distraction in place, Peace was unable to concentrate on his surroundings. He was about to equip a better ocular lens when Daniel tapped him on the back. Daniel whispered, “I don’t suppose those people are out for food,” pointing at several groups ordering via numbered platters. Peace looked down at the menu he had received when he ordered his Danish, and immediately understood. The menu had no numbers, no orders you could place by yelling out a number. He turned around to thank Daniel, but only saw a middle aged man standing in the place Daniel had just occupied. He frowned, creasing his brow. “Do you by any chance know where the young man who was standing right where you are went?” The man tipped his hat, replying “The answer to your convoluted query is possibly and mayhap. I did see someone take off into the distance, but I’ll leave it up to your judgement to discover the veracity of my claims. However, I should suppose that you haven’t the time right now.” And with that, the man shambled away, leaving as he introduced himself to the name of “Henry”. Protaku stood at the ready, waiting for his opponents to make the first move. He had already instructed Walker to protect Ai and Culver, so as to move the other lightweights out of the way and to prevent harm from coming to anyone. Circling about, he prepared to utterly destroy his enemies that seemed to be now gathering en masse. Walker laughed at a joke Culver had said then paused, discovering that something seemed out of place. She checked the time then casually invited the two to join her on walking over to a nearby shop. Both accepted, and then the three headed out of the area, safe from the line of fire. Peace wasn’t the first to have something odd strike his gaze, but his skills of perception were more honed and trusted. An assassin lives off of observation, the difference in knowledge being the difference between success and death. While others may rely on instinct alone, Peace’s experience helped him to understand that his current observation would be the weapons he would now rely on. He glimpsed several high grade weapons being carried by the serious looking people calling out numbered orders. Although they had taken time to conceal their weapons and display a more innocent demeanor, no one could really confuse these assassins for everyday traders. Their eye movements, calculated gestures, and battle-ready poses screamed “KILL!” The other strange thing that Peace noticed was that all of these assassins seemed to be male. Quickly, he shook himself out of his line of reasoning and prepared his own mental battle scenario. New Music: Peace stared at his nearby surroundings. He was directly in front of a building. His cover would definitely be the three bulky stalls that were to his left, as well as open air store close by because they were openly facing the direction the gunmen were. The three stalls would allow him a vantage point to fire, along with possible makeshift weapons due to having openings on the back. As they were about ten feet tall, they were wide enough for several people to hide behin, and thick enough that bullets shouldn't penetrate with ease. For all sakes and purposes, the stalls were giant metal blocks that would provide exemplary cover. With no hesitation, Peace ripped out his sniper Lily and fired. He sharply gunned down three before being forced to reload. Immediately, the sound of gunfire filled the air. Bullets whizzed and shot past Peace as he ducked to the side behind the first nearby stall. Screaming pedestrians ran past as an unending rain of bullets fell nearby Peace. Peace grabbed the cash register of the stall, using it as a mirror to sight several enemies. He downed two, but then was forced to run further to the side as bullets slammed into the position he was just at. He was being flanked by another firing squad, and was now forced to the middle stall. Peace took a moment to take in his surroundings as he sprinted to the next stall. “Currently, there were about fifty gunmen still left standing; make that forty-nine,” thought Peace as he gutted one overeager assailant rushing him with his knife Rose. Using the dead body as a shield, Peace barely made it to the next stall. He was bleeding from minor cuts all around, a testament to the accuracy of the gunmen. Out of the corner of his eye, Peace glimpsed one loading a rocket launcher. Peace took out an anti-air grenade and threw it with unparalleled accuracy. The rocket collided mid-air with the grenade and caused a cloud of smoke to spray across the battlefield. Peace rushed forward, stabbing the first few unwary gunmen with Rose, when the smoke cloud suddenly dissipated. One of the gunmen smiled, holding an anti-smoke compression canister. Peace was left completely in the open, an easy target for the machine weaponry and laser implemented guns. He stared into the grim eyes of the uncaring gunmen and prepared to meet his end by bullet. Just as he was about to give up hope of surviving, a purple wall appeared in front of him. The wall dripped and shimmered, giving the appearance of hazy smokescreen plane. The gunmen hadn’t stopped firing, but the bullets turned to liquid as the poison wall prevented solid objects from passing through. This posed no issue to the laser guns, whose plasma charged impulses ripped past the wall. One such blast cut through Walker’s shoulder as she dragged Peace into cover behind the central stall. She used light amounts of acid to seal his bleeding wounds, and cut off the material in her pants to provide a makeshift tourniquet. The sharp ping of bullets and thuds of projectiles formed a constant sound that echoed off the empty surroundings. The two were pinned, unable to move out of cover without being shot or picked off. Even now, the makeshift store wall was beginning to fall apart from heavy gunfire. Protaku materialized behind the two, passing Peace more ammo. He pulled off Walker’s tourniquet and stared directly at her. “I told you not to interfere! That was a direct order,” said Protaku with pain in his voice. Walker apologized, saying “I thought Peace wasn't going to make it.” Protaku bit his lip, busy in concentration. His eyes flashed white and he healed both Walker and Peace. “You’re not supposed to get hurt!” Protaku exclaimed at Walker, before changing his eyes to silver and disappearing once more. Peace grunted, saying “I appreciate the backup.” Walker smiled, and then exited by taking a direct route through the building behind them via poison tunnel. At the same time, Protaku had snuck behind the enemy gunman. He marveled at the fact that they had not changed their position once during the entire battle. On closer inspection, it seemed that each person wasn’t themselves, as they showed clear signs of dementia. Protaku was almost about to feel pity for his enemies until he recalled the injury Walker had received. Resolved to his actions, Protaku changed his eye color to red while standing in the midst of the gunmen. He exploded the very air around him, changing the sound of bullets to the sharp screams of an inferno. Flames ricochet to and fro, engulfing the small plaza with searing heat before simmering down to a hazy warmth. Just as Protaku thought that he had eliminated them all, a knife flew past his head. He juked the knife by jumping backward, just as several bullets struck exactly where he was just a few seconds ago. The echoing sound of gun fire subsided, an eerie silence replacing it as Peace once more stared at his surroundings. He activated the ocular lens he had equipped at the beginning, enhancing his vision hundredfold. At his current state of concentration, he wouldn't be hard pressed to tell not only the number of pedestrians in the far distance, but how heavy each person’s load was. He slowly gazed off into the distance, waiting for something the group seemed unable to perceive. Sure enough, Peace spotted the all too obvious glare of a sniper rifle being aimed at the group. He had just lobbed his favorite concussion grenade when he saw a deadly looking fireball headed in the same direction. Protaku waved as Peace turned, saying “No need to thank me. Now we’ll get him for sure.” Peace was about to make a sharp remark when he suddenly realized that there was no point. Surely, Protaku had already prepared a second retort as always. Peace sighed, instead resigning himself to staring once more at the location. Protaku likewise had a frown flicker across his countenance. He had such a great witty remark planned, complete with a comeback line and a punch line. He wished Peace had taken the bait. Deborah and Tonio arrived from the south, still debating some trivial subject. From the north, Walker had traversed the heated ground along with Culver and Ai. Apparently, Conq had told the others that he was heading back to the ship early, and so Culver assumed that he had already done so, leaving only Daniel missing. Soon enough, Daniel reappeared behind the two, gripping them both in a hug. “And here I was wondering if you’d make it out alive!” Daniel commented with relief. Daniel seemed completely unhurt by the whole situation, except for the mysterious bloody footprints he was walking around with. No one seemed to have the courage to ask him why his shoes were so blood soaked, especially Deborah who wanted to hear absolutely nothing more from anyone. She felt as if her ears would up and kill themselves, after listening to the old man rant about why a pirate sword was so important to a man. Their conversation hadn’t started like this at all. It began with a leisurely comment she had made about why he kept such a dusty, dirty old sword. Yet everyone’s contemplations were cut short as a clustered explosion sounded near the horizon. Peace nodded in satisfaction, and the group mutually agreed on returning to the ship. They hurried on the way back, wandering over and reaching the dock. They had just walked back inside the ship when they noticed someone different sitting in the captain’s chair. A man with burned skin reclined on the comfy seat, harboring a vintage smile. “Welcome back, friends!” he grandly proclaimed as his heavily armed escort aimed their guns directly at each member. END |
7starkiller99Mar 29, 2015 1:52 PM
A great protagonist once said, "It's only overpowered if you can't return the favor!" |
Mar 26, 2015 11:43 AM
#49
I look forward to seeing where you take this mad tale I was worried you would have me without any military at my disposal, I should have probably included that somewhere I guess. I'm glad to see i was wrong though. |
SpooksMar 26, 2015 11:48 AM
Mar 26, 2015 12:10 PM
#50
Hmm I wonder if the monster in the mansion was an exotic alien species bought and stored there and that escaped. I'm liking how Daniel is being played so far. He disappears and then comes back with blood soaked shoes no one asks about lol. Seems like Disonance has connections far and wide as everywhere the group goes they're targeted. I look forward to what happened to the Captain. |
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