The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Los Angeles: Residential Area: Katya, Ton Ton, Cadolblog, Anyone else

Katya's trace on the RV revealed to be the property of one "Darcy Wuitschick", a man who's personal details matched those of a notable member of the LAPD's most wanted list: Diabs.
There wasn't an address given, though the CCTV scan did pick up a much more recent result: About 20 minutes ago, it was seen moving into the old industrial side of town.
Though this info dump would have to wait as Katya did a great job of angering the angry mob that was right outside their door.
"Oh...I was just pissed because you disliked what I liked, BUT THEN YOU HAD TO GO AND MAKE IT PERSONAL! LIGHT THEIR ASSES UP!" The Ringleader ordered before the gang opened fire once more, this time aiming for the power line going into the now shot-to-shit restaurant, damaging it as it caught fire.
There was also a metric butt ton of small arms fire to deal with as well.

 

[000Ronald]

Los Angeles: Apartments: Boss Edge, Anyone else

Edge shook his head and walked away, looking for someone else willing to talk him. Until he saw the car heading straight at the woman he'd just spoken to. Without thinking, he spun around, grabbed the woman by the waist, and shoved her out of the way. With only a split second left to react, he flipped into the air...and collided with the windshield of the car, was sent flying, and slammed through the winshield of another (empty) car, hat-first. That...wasn't quite as painful as I thought it would be Edge thought, slowly pulling himself through the hole he'd made in the glass. It's better than getting ran over, I guess.

Los Angeles: Residential Area: Katya, Ton Ton, Cadolblog, Anyone else

Boss had a little trouble following the conversation of the bookies, but understood the gist. "We need to get away from the other gangsters", "I do not like asians." "I also do not like asians, and presumably do not like mexicans either", "My mother was mexican you slur of spanish profanities," ect, ect. It got a little bit more inane after that. Boss rolled his eyes and leaned back. Until they drove by the weird-looking monster-things. About to killed by a hail of gunfire. Weird-looking monster things about to be killed by a hail of gunfire that Boss was pretty sure he recognized.

Boss sighed, put a ticker[footnote]Telekinetic tracker thingy[/footnote] over the car he had been driving in, and teleported in front of the group, putting up a barrier as he did. "Wow." Boss said as the metric butt-ton of small-arms fire slammed against the telikinetic wall behind him. "At least now I know I'm not the only person people are willing to form a violent mob to chase down. What inane sensitivity of theirs did you offend?"

 

[Orinon]

Los Angeles: LA Docks: Rugal, Icarus, Teri, Dimitri, Garm, Ela, Anyone else
Icarus nodded at Rugal's suggestion, He opened his wings and took to the air, silently soaring around the warehouse. as he looked around the building, hoping to find rusted vents, or a small window, somewhere that could allow ease of entry. after much searching he eventually found an air duct. Grasping tightly to a grate he examined the vent, He could rip off the grate and enter but dropping the grate would make a noise,
He used his handheld to send them a message.
"Found a rusty grate, could get in but It'd make a noise, also my arms are getting tired hanging." he sent he could already feel the sharp edges of the grate digging into his fingers.
"Urgh I hope this one is worth it, You'd think a metal screaming man would be easy to track."

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Avatar Adventure
Location: 7-11 | Los Angeles | California​

Azan

Azan returned Storm's inquisitive look with a stare of blank recognition. His mustache snuffled, swishing side to side inside his helmet as he moved his upper lip. The feathered mustache on the outside of his helmet did the same. Azan cast a look down at the injured soldier and stared softly at his wounds. "There was a time where a simple peasant boy had to contend with such a blow and then awake the next morning to tend the fields." He poked the would be assailant with the butt of his mace. "If you died, it would be a great shame. I would have to go find another ruffian to question."

The Bridge Knight placed both hands on the head of his mace and assumed the stance of a sacred sentry. He directed his attention toward Storm. "I will be able to carry the man. But not for long. If we were to march the standard 25 miles I do not believe I could make the pace."

BlackHarte squirmed inside of Azan's helmet. the Knight looked up and frowned. It seems the demon is bothered by something. I should be wary then.

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The (Un)Real World
Location: Cupertino | California
Time: 4th of September, 2014​

Titania

Sunlight was streaming down through the window and landing softly on Titania's cheeks. She had a faint blush that colored her cream skin, a warm healthy glow of a girl in the morning sunshine. the sheets were cool and soft against her skin, and she moved her legs beneath the covers, rippling the fabric. She blinked, eyes heavy with sleep. She yawned, mouth dry. Titania sat up. She had wore a sheer camisole to bed and a pair of silver silk pants that hugged her hips loosely. Her clothes were somewhat skewed, a strap hung from her shoulder and drooped down along her underarm to the curve of her breast. She paused, her eyes finally adjusting to the brightness of day. She held the bed to herself, to her left lay an empty imprint of an older girl, the sheets were thrown over the side roughly. Deborah's robes were still hanging in the closet opposite to the bed. The Book lay undisturbed on the bedside table. Titania's reading glasses still lay perched upon its leather cover. Both were coated in a layer of fine dust. "I must have slept a long time..." Titania said to herself. She smiled sadly. It's been a while since I slept at all. She presumed that Deborah had fled, leaving all the ideas of magic behind. Where she would go proved to be a mystery. She had no friends in the realm of man. Most like she would be kidnapped and trafficked like a sow. Dark thoughts muddied Titania's mind. She was entertaining the notion of allowing the others to generate enough souls to bring about the Master Unit when the room door slammed open.

"Good morning master!" Deborah cried cheerfully. She wore her waist-length hair in a long braid, her bangs were brushed aside into neat side-bangs by bright pink ribbons. She wore an airy sundress, yellow with the image of white flowers imprinted periodically about the design of the fabric. She held a tray in her hands stacked with bowls of confectionery sweets, smoked meats, and colored beverages. "Finally awake are you sleeping beauty? You've been out for nearly three weeks." She walked up to the bed, her hips swaying as she moved. Deborah had never looked more virile than she did now. There was something about the life in her face, the spring in her step and the light in her red eyes. In fact, her eyes seemed almost pink in the lighting of the room.

"You have become uncharacteristically happy." Titania tried to appear ambivalent to the ordeal. But her grumbling stomach called strongly at the hearty aroma of blood sausages and fried eggs. She stole a sausage from the platter and placed it in her mouth. It was hot and salty, spicy oil leaked out around Titania's lips as she bit down. The heat was almost scalding, but she was grateful for the savor. Slowly, she place the rest of the sausage in her mouth and chewed. She swallowed before she spoke again while making a move on the fresh grapefruit slices, "Are you not going to be joining the others in collecting souls for the Master Unit?"

Deborah leaned forward and placed the tray down on the bed and sat down on the edge nearest to Titania. "The others are less heavy-handed than Red Mage was. The natural death rate of human race is more than enough to place them on the projected time table for the Master Unit. But they have offered a little encouragement. The Crimean Conflict, the Ebola Pandemic, the natural disasters. Works of God that are rather convenient." Deborah leaned forward and placed her forehead on Titania's. Her breath smelled maddeningly sweet and her skin was pleasantly warm.

The subtlety of Deborah's words did not escape Titania, "Them? Are you not including yourself with them?"

Deborah nodded sprightly, adding a cheerful "Mhm!" to emphasize her statement.

"What made you change your mind?" She had been incredibly adamant before.

Deborah looked away and smiled, the flush of her cheeks hinted at her answer. Yet for a few moments more she stayed silent on the matter.

Titania broke the pause by asking again, "What made you change your mind?"

Deborah turned back to Titania and smiled, raising a finger to her cupid bow lips. She swung her legs childishly and punctuated her answer for emphasis. "I. Fell. In. Love." She said.

Titania's heart caught in her throat as she chewed through a dish of scrambled eggs with red bell peppers and onions. She swallowed and gave Deborah a long hard look. "And who might it be that has caught your heart of his sleeve?"

Deborah leaned forward,the light glittering in the wetness of her eyes, the gloss of her lips, the sweetness of her skin.For an moment that lasted an eternity Deborah was the world. She pressed her lips against Titania's and the two were statues against a backdrop of the morning sun.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Storm, and Azan. Feat. Violet
Location: Local 7-11 [http://www.phinneywood.com/images/7-11.jpg] | Inner City | Los Angeles.
Time: Afternoon.

Violet was a little concerned when Storm said the subject was "Suffering from Internal Suffering".
"...Oh....Ummmmm...I'm not like an..."Medical" Doctor. I have a doctorate in robotics...Okay...so...Mind telling me why you need an Medical Evac?" He asked as he brought up a new tab on his computer for looking up "Suffering from Internal Suffering" on in the internet, finding only a Death Metal band of the same name.
"....ahhhhh....Just a sec!" He nervously said before he went on the Rising Dawn's network, only to find that the two AI's he actively knew of (Dimitri and Vermilion) were currently engaged in Field Deployment and Ship Management respectively.
This left him to message the remaining one, Alpha, with the following:

"Hey, just got a little bit of a medical emergency on my hands, mind hopping onto my line for a second so I can pick your memory banks? ^^;
No pressure, but I really think it could be serious >.<'

"Okay Storm, just stay on the line for a moment, going to get an expert in. Just not sure if Kaz would bother sending a VTOL over some suspect who isn't Doom." He reassured the Spartan as he waited for the AI to jack herself in.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Wanderer, Caim, Angelus, and Devon.
Location: Old Rail Yard [http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140427023536/gtawiki/images/b/b6/0_0_%2811111%29.jpg] | Inner City | Los Angeles.
Time: Afternoon.

"......AHHHHHHHHH!" The Dealer screamed as he watched his hand slowly slide off, being able to see the bone and tissue clearly, it wasn't like it was in cartoons at all!
With his detatched left hand still on the gun, the dealer fell backward as he recoiled, now staring right at Party Girl's psycho BF.
In a panicked motion, he reached into his jacket before pulling out whatever he could (Bags of powder, needles, weeds, etc) and throwing it at Caim's face before bolting it towards the roadside, limping from the pain as Angelus smelt a lot more urine in the air for some reason...

As this was going on, a few of the locals got startled and ran as 2 more Bookies arrived on scene after hearing the screams.

 

[bluecrimson]

[color=9F2B68]Kazuya[/color] | Violet | G-Corp workers | Melethia
Location: Currently occupied Hanger | Rising Dawn.

Melethia's response to the startled man's reaction as the blade was cleanly pulled out of his hand was rather flippant. "Yeah, it's me. What's the problem? Got somethin' against me hangin' in the vents?" She watched the men scrambling off in a casual interest as she brushed herself off, seeming to bounce back oddly quickly after the attack. She also quickly wiped the blade until all of the blood was removed from it, showing a discipline with blade maintenance that was closer to Caim than Melethia's family members.

In addition, she patted Kazuya on the side in an odd sort of pride as she stored her weapon. "You're taking the injury pretty well, ya know. Most people would be cryin' out in pain a lot more considerin' it's a hole through the hand, what with all the nerves there an' all." She oddly didn't seem too concerned with Kazuya's odd stares, although Kazuya would notice the aura more closely on the girl's back. As a matter of fact, the elf seemed to be thinking more about how much work she'd have to do in order to repair the hole left in the wall.

Los Angeles: VTOL (Skies Above): David West, Chris, Slindis

As they rapidly neared their destination, Slindis nodded in affirmation to David's question. [color=c200]"Plenty; it seems a lot transfers between worlds, but from what I saw through some quick studies led me to believe that none of them actually came back. It's a good thing, too; there's some things you don't want to see, and the end result of fighting a mummy is one of them. If we could leave it at that, that would be lovely.

After all, I'd rather keep my lunch."[/color] The finality in that statement made it clear that it wasn't something that would be good to discuss if any of the three on the jump-jet wanted to avoid using the air sickness bags.

A bit more attention was additionally given to the relatively unknown drow after she finished her drink. [color=c200]"Well, from what I heard from Teri it was true of the earth she came from. This one seems to have some odd conflux of magic and technology, even if the people here as a whole never seem to touch upon it. David can attest to that, as well."[/color] She was also keeping an eye on the situation, although she would have been on the ground if she could blend in better, but since it wasn't an option without making herself a target for the city's police she thought it might be better for her to be in the air.

Finally, she calmly replied to David's remark on all drow being superhuman. [color=c200]"Besides a bit more dexterity and resilience against spells, if all things were otherwise equal we'd be the same. You'd have a bit more stamina and mental flexibility too; it's something I had to deal with when I was starting out... and the less we talk about how Melethia surpassed that the better."[/color] The rubbing of her left arm was a clear indicator that the story behind that was something Slindis didn't want to dwell on for anyone that knew her habits, too.

Los Angeles: The Old Rail Yard: Caim, Angelus, Wanderer, Devon

Devon had joined the group, having taken a different route as she kept an eye out for any trouble. After all, drug deals could go poorly rather rapidly. [color=00c863]"Caim, what's your call on the area around us? I can bluff some heat coming in if we need it."[/color]

After the attack on the drug dealer and the limping flight, Devon immediately focused on her spell as she messaged Caim back. [color=00c863]Roll with what's coming next; cops would be too easy for this area.[/color] THe message would be a bit cryptic, but the Dealer and the bookies were greeted with the only thing worse than the cops when it came to dealing drugs in this area.

Spoiler: What's worse than the cops?

The two Grove Street leaders walked forward, with the notorious 'Sweet' Johnson leveling his guns at the bookies as CJ (Notably back in his wife beater from the heyday in the '90s) boldly strided to the crippled man with an assault rifle in his hands. "Sweet told me you motherfuckers were trying to spread that shit back in this area. Did you bitches forget what we did to ya'll ***** asses back in the '90s? That shit don't fly in our hood!"

The other brother seemed a bit harsher as he called out to the two bookies. "Don't try any dumb shit; not even the muthafuckin undead could stop the Families! We go strong, and we already getting that ***** ass drugmaker back in his place. Unless ya want us fuckin' ya dope slingin asses up too, ya gonna be spillin' it all out here too." He fired some warning shots between their legs, and they could feel the heat as the bullets barely missed their groins.

Devon casts Major Image! As long as she maintains focus she can create fairly realistic illusions that can include heat, sound and smell within a certain area.

Los Angeles: LA Docks: Rugal, Icarus, Teri, Dimitri, Garm, Anyone else

After Ella heard the talking from the buildings, she passed the talk on to Rugal and Teri. "Sounds like we're about to have a runner from the building, and we'ed better get ready toi cut him off. Angel boy, you have any spells to blast him from above? We want to keep that bike locked down, and the workers inside are going to probably be there to attack too." She also seemed to be thinking out the situation as she looked over to Teri and Garm, then tilted her head as she calmly replied to Dimitri.

"I didn't see any hub from up there, but my gut tells me it's in the warehouse too. Rugal, how do you think we should tackle this?" She clearly valued the advice, remembering Caim's strong advice to hear out those that had ran Mafia-style raids in the past. After all, with the exception of Rugal and Garm she didn't see the group as being durable when it came to actual attacks.

Finally, Sadei chimed in to Teri with a reassuring tone. [color=b05fe9]"Okay, we gotta be careful in here... Teri, you ready?"[/color]

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

[color=9F2B68]Kazuya[/color] | G-Corp workers | Melethia
Location: Currently occupied Hanger | Rising Dawn.

Kazuya at this point was busy applying some first aid to his wound when Melethia approached, prompting a grunt from him.
[color=9F2B68]"Well, it's not exactly productive for me to start screaming in pain now is it?"[/color] He answered as he took off his glove before applying disinfectant, wincing slightly as he did, As good as he was, Kazuya had yet to overcome pain like Rugal had.
Between his sighs of pain, he did keep glancing back to her as a bunch of G-corp soldiers began to try and repair the mess he had made.
[color=9F2b68]"I apologize once more. My natural instinct is to remove any trace of Demonic Power if I sense it. I've learned the hard way that it's not a wise move to leave that unchecked. For some reason, I mistaken you for some class of Demon or another threat. Any idea why that was the case?"[/color] He asked, though in reality he had a pretty good idea as he noted the source of the dark energy seemed to be coming from her back.

[color=9F2b68]....Of course...Why else would he adopt her?...[/color] He concluded to himself as he awaited Melethia's explanation.

 

[Ramien Grey]

Los Angeles: VTOL (Skies Above): David West, Chris, Slindis

The drow's skin paled for a moment, becoming almost an ashen grey. "Y-you don't need to... convince me about the... effects of mummies on... people. Once is... more than enough, believe me..." Considering this was the first time the topic had been brought up around her, obviously she'd seen more than she'd wanted to regarding the effects of that kind of being. She bit her lip hard for a moment, waiting several heartbeats before the color returned to her skin.

She looked from Slindis to David for a moment. She'd already opened her mouth about her lack of talent, so it was no point hiding it - it helped, perhaps, that she'd told another Slindis much the same thing before. "I... don't have any of the magical abilities that are... normally associated with my kind, or any abilities at all, really." She shrugged slightly, closing her eyes as she leaned back against the inside of the VTOL. "About... the only things I can... do differently than humans are see in the dark and... resist some magical effects." She sighed softly. "To... tell the truth, most humans have... more magical talent than I do, even if they... never get a chance to use it." She chuckled softly, a very dry sound. "And you can... rest assured the matter was... looked into by specialists in arcane and divine magics, considering my people's... pride in such matters."

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Los Angeles: VTOL (Skies Above): David West, Chris, Slindis, Anyone else

"...Eh, I don't really see the big deal. They're just zombies with a different outfit. Then again, I have been lucky enough to not meet one yet." David remarked as the trio talked amoung themselves while the VTOL took a bit of a sharp turn all of a sudden.
Shrugging it off, He then added on the matter of Drow anatomy "Well, I guess I learned something new today. Still, if you want Chris, once this Op is over, Come down to the firing range on the ship, I'll give you the 101 on firearms. I find that with enough lead, every falls sooner or later.", finishing his statement with a blindingly fast hand movement as he drew his Magnum and aimed it at the drow's face, Chris being able to make out the rifling on the inside of the barrel.
"BANG!...Gets the job done." He then chuckled, unaware of how well his joke would go down on the shy Drow.

Any thought of that went out the window the second David looked out at it, seeing a crowd of angry looking gangsters shooting up a local restaurant as it was on fire.
"Wow...Looks like freaking Iraq down there. Wonder if this is-...Oh shit." He trailed off as he noticed a familiar looking Green Tonberry and a Metal Dragon down in the building they were shooting at.
"Oh Bollix. It's Ton and Cadolbolg. OI MAVERICK! Get use down there, ASAP!" He yelled at the pilot as he sprung into action, partly out of fear for their safety, but largely in fear of the wrath he would face from their parents.

Los Angeles: Residential Area: Katya, Ton Ton, Cadolblog, Boss, Anyone else

While the gang was still firing, they paused for a moment as the G-corp VTOL began to hover in the street in front of him.
This was then followed by David opening up the side door before peppering the crowd with Sniper fire, though taking care to more wound rather then kill, trying to get the crowd to disperse.
"Kept ya waiting, huh?" The pilot remarked as he used the VTOL to shield them from the incoming fire.

 

[StormShaun]

Wanderer, Caim, Angelus, and Devon.
Location: Old Rail Yard [http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140427023536/gtawiki/images/b/b6/0_0_%2811111%29.jpg] | Inner City | Los Angeles.
Time: Afternoon.

Smiling on the outside, but thanking the helpful Devon on the inside, Wanderer still was not noticed. Using his stealth field to his advantage, he moved quietly on the rail yard's gravel, easily sneaking upon the bleeding dealer. The illusion was more than a distraction, for if the Wanderer could, he was pretty sure he could smell fear in the air. ("And for the last move.") He thought, stepping toward the back of the dealer, slowly placing a barrel to his head, and a hand over the mouth.

The Wanderer had a hold on the bleeding dealer, and just in good timing, the stealth field faded away, adding the Doctor's appearance, as if he was teleported or created behind the group. "[sub]I suggest you quiet down. Either I can help you with that new nub of yours, or you won't talk for a really long time.[/sub]" He whispered into the dealer's ears, as he pointed the gun to his companions[footnote]I hope those companions are in front of the bleeding dealer[/footnote].

Storm, and Azan. Feat. Violet/

[color=nvayblue]Alpha[/color]

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Location: Local 7-11 [http://www.phinneywood.com/images/7-11.jpg] | Inner City | Los Angeles.
Time: Afternoon.

Giving Azan a thumbs up, he responded. "It shouldn't be much ... I hope." He said, getting back to the call, though by then Violet was about to get some 'help'. "Hey, wait a second, what do you mean by expert? This is a simple thing!" He yelled into the phone.

Rising Dawn: Room 179.

After the mission had started, the artificial-bodied AI Alpha was already in her room, cowering under the covers, as if the open air of the room were like razors. A weird sense of sadness has filled her, as known by her before, it was due to the fact that her partner had not been treating her like "the other half". The other side of the heart, the other piece of breading holding a sandwich together. She feels alone all because Storm is trying to do everything himself.

Around an hour of so have gone by ever since the crew left, and now, Alpha was pretty much still sitting in bed. Although the differences were that this time she had a pile of Pepsi cans stolen from next door (Tomoya's room), and a netflix movie on the TV. In fact, she was somewhat enjoying herself, though she was still somewhat annoyed and saddened by Storm's arrogance. All of a sudden though, a message popped up on one of her artificial eyes, one from a new arrival on the ship. Doctor Violet. She knew Kazuya and Violet, not personally, but from ship camera's and database comparisons told her who they were, nobody dangerous to the Dawn, yet at least.

Giving a huff, she paused her movie, and gave her response. In truth, she felt good to aid the new arrivals, even if it wasn't to make sure they would not cause trouble and point the guns at them.

"

[color=nvayblue]Um, okay. I hope I'll be able to help. (I_I;)

I mean I'm only a security officer. o(^_^o)[/color]

"

She responded, even with the usual emoticons she added with all of her messages. ("

[color=nvayblue]I wonder if it is a habit?[/color]

") The AI pondered, her recent thoughts being a mess. Wanting to be a help to Violet, Alpha easily hooked herself up to the line he was using. "

[color=nvayblue]You requested my assistance?[/color]

" She said holding her ear, as if it were a phone.

Though a different voice responded.
"Wah!" It yelped back in surprise. Raising an eyebrow, she knew the voice. Trying to avoid a smirk she called again. "

[color=nvayblue]What do you need. M-Y H-O-N-E-Y~?[/color]

" She asked, teasing the Spartan on the other line. On the other end, Storm could only hope that the response didn't freak Azan out.

Merlin, Shorn, and Pierce Washington
Location: Western Ave NW | Washington D.C.
Time: Evening.

Once the Director was out of the car, the duo made no comment about the smell that swept out of the trunk of the car. Merlin held a finger up, as though he were not done with something. Walking back to the front of the car, he knew that the service would want these men in. Grunting as he began to move them outside, where the authorities began to arrive, Merlin placed one of the criminals down, noting how fulfilling it is to move bodies physically.

As the Magician went back to the car, the first Advisor and Pierce were left as the first of the police began to show up, and even one black sedan showed up. Two 'suits' quickly stepped out and ran to the director, where he began to moan about getting some new pants. The two SS men smirked, but were obliged to get the man some pants, though this left one of them without pants, so they were having a game of "rock, paper, scissors". Shorn gave a breath of relief. "Thank goodness we were here in time." He said to Pierce, nodding over to the purple VTOL.

"The Boss will forgive us for denting it, though you might want to explain how you got into this predicament?" Shorn gave a cocky smile to Pierce, who knew he had a story to tell, an embarressing one, sure, but one The President definitely wanted to hear. There was much more to happen, even more authorities would show up, addressing damages, taking the criminals back to The White Crib, people communicating back and forth between The President's assistants, and of course, someone to pick up Pierce. The two Advisors needed to get the President's craft home for repair.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Spoiler: Meanwhile...

Merlin, Shorn and Pierce Washington
Location: Western Ave NW | Washington D.C.
Time: Evening.

Pierce ended up taking the loser's pants as he began to tell his tale of woe and misery.
"Well, I was at an campaign manager meeting, someone needs to get back those poll numbers after the Senate veto'd the "SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY!" bill. So on my way out, this french ***** shows up with one of my old albums from back when, says she's my biggest fan and all that, wanted to meet her at her hotel room. I mean, what the hell was I supposed to do? Say no?" (Goddamn it Pierce)
"So I went up with my boys and the second I'm in the door, I see she like has..."Spider arms" and shit, like 20 of them. Lays me and the boys right out. When I woke up, I was in some kinda warehouse with a bunch of the press. Then she shoved me into the trunk of the car and you know the rest." He explained as the hijackers were arrested.
The woman was groggy as they dragged her out, before all of a sudden, she screamed "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-..." before her entire body went limp as she died right then.
"NO! PLEASE! THEY'RE GOING TO KILL-..." Went another before the same strange affliction killed him too.
The last one was making a run for it until he paused, going down on his knees screaming "I WON'T TELL THEM ANYTHING! DON'T DO IT! I DID EVERYTHING YOU ASKE-...." before he shook a little and flopped down dead.
A quick check showed that their right eye had seemingly exploded inside their head, blasting their brains against the insides of their own skull.
Turns out they were just as much of a hostage as Pierce was.
"...Whoa.....Damn...Who the hell are these people?...I need to get back to the Crib. Get those bodies out of here before the Press show up. The last thing the Boss needs is some kinda scandal breaking out over dead reporters." The Director ordered, clearly shaken by this turn of events.

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Senator Steven Armstrong | Strider Hiryu
Location: Private Limo, ??? | Washington D.C.
Time: Evening.

Meanwhile, The Senator for Colorado was tapping the screen on his phone as he made a few "Redundancies".
"Tch, So hard to find god help these days, isn't it?" He chuckled to his bodyguard sitting across from him as he read his name on the "Personnel Manager" app.
Hiryu was clad in a generic business suit, looking more like a Government agent then the Strider he was, as he shifted slightly on the leather seats in anger, knowing that a similar device was lodged in his skull too.
"...I should kill you right now-"
"But you won't. Remember what your-...Sorry, *MY* Ninja buddy said? About the Students and the kill order? Come on, I know I don't have to repeat it. I think Hien made himself pretty clear, don't you?"
"..."
"Good. Now then, I think our friend in the White House could do with another reminder. Tell me, who is the current Director of Secret Service again?"
"....A woman who goes by the name of Shaundi-"
"Oh THAT one. Tch, Don't know how the hell she managed to get past college, always smoking and fucking everything that moves. Seeing how easy it was to pick Pierce up, she's clearly not doing her job properly. Hell, replacing her might even be doing that Spineless Prick in the Oval Office a favor..."
And with that, Armstrong went to make a phone call as he began to arrange another message for his political rival...

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Storm, and Azan. Feat. Violet/

[color=nvayblue]Alpha[/color]

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Location: Local 7-11 [http://www.phinneywood.com/images/7-11.jpg] | Inner City | Los Angeles.
Time: Afternoon.

Violet was extremely tone deaf to whatever awkwardness Storm and his AI friend had as he spoke on the phone.
"Alright, now then, Storm, can you rely the exact symptoms while Alpha here helps me track down a means to keep him stable." He ordered the spartan as he awaited input from the both of them.
Meanwhile, outside of the minor E.R. style situation, a trio of the thugs friends had finally gotten sick of waiting for him to stick up this shop.
"Yo, Ricky, what's the hold up? You said you were just going for a pack of smo-What the fuck!?" one of them exclaimed as they saw Storm and Azan standing over their friend as he seemed to having a hard time breathing as he was coughing up blood.
"Motherfuc-SPRAY THESE FOOLS!" one of them stated before they all drew out their weapons and began unloading at the duo.
The Clerk was wise enough to leave the room while Violet helpfully listed out some possible causes.
"Hey, he's not allergic to peanuts, is he? Might have ate a candy bar that had nuts in it?...Is that gun fire int he background?..."

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Wanderer, Caim, Angelus, and Devon.
Location: Old Rail Yard [http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140427023536/gtawiki/images/b/b6/0_0_%2811111%29.jpg] | Inner City | Los Angeles.
Time: Afternoon.

Clearly outmatched, outgunned, outmanned and clearly out of their league, the Bookies were in awe of the Johnson brothers.
"D-d-d-Dude!...Fucking Ca-a-a-arl Johnson!?"
"I thought he was Dead!...Or a CEO in Las Venturas?"
Their exchange was cut short as they nearly had their balls blown off, prompting them to finally flee, tripping over themselves as they did.
With any chance of a rescue dashed, the dealer quickly put two plus two together and realized what was going on.
"F-f-f-f-Fucking Colombians! Alright! I'll Talk! Ngh, There is a chemical plant a few blocks away, just around the corner. We cook the Doomsday there! The chef is some fat fuck who wears a lot of metal for some reason! Please, that's all a know man!" He cried as the audible sound of him pissing himself once more, All he wanted to do was sell some drugs, was that too much to ask?! q-q

Los Angeles: LA Docks: Rugal, Icarus, Teri, Dimitri, Garm, Anyone else

Back at the docks, the gang there was getting ready to move on the Warehouse as Ella relayed the info she had gathered to the others.
"Alright, if I know my deal making, he's most likely a high ranking member. explains why he is alone. He doesn't need guards because if his business partners have a go at him, it'll be all out war. Think we might as well raid the deal, if nothing else, we'll stop a criminal enterprise and maybe get some info in the progress. Icarus, keep the vent open, I'll be there shortly." Rugal told the others before moving on right as a bunch of black SUVs began to roll in, the meeting was starting soon.
From the looks of things, they seemed to be Europeans, ones with a lot of money to burn as they began to pull out at least 10 metal suitcases before heading inside.
Might be a good chance to get the drop on them before they got set up, besides, one of the SUVs was kind enough to have a built in router, giving Dimitri the stepping stone he needed to get online.

Meanwhile, Icarus could make out a man in a Red Jacket and sport glasses taking into a phone, being just about able to hear what he was saying, As could Ella if she was close enough.
"-Well, are they Colombians or are they Yakuza? There is a bit of a difference...Well, What happened to the guys by Roscos?...All of them? Rolling some PC Fan girl? Oh fucking hell, And Ricky's guys?....Shit, Alright, get back to the plant and lock that shit down. I'll be over once these saps pay up. And Tell Doom he better have a batch ready by the time I get there!" Diabs said as he hung up, pulling out an Auto Pistol and cocking it before his hand seemed to spark lighting for some reason.
By the time Rugal had reached the vent, the Gang Banger was gone to meet the buyers.

((Feel free to engage as you see fit))

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Los Angeles: Residential Area: Katya, Ton Ton, Cadolblog, Boss, Anyone else

As hyper-sonic slugs and pellets flew through the air in search of prey, Katya watched the newcomer called Boss stop most of the incoming projectiles with some sort of invisible shield that didn't register on B3WP's standard sensor sweep. The lead slugs and pellets remained suspended in the air, many of the slugs still spinning from the rifling of their respective barrels.

"At least now I know I'm not the only person people are willing to form a violent mob to chase down. What inane sensitivity of theirs did you offend?"

Katya's only response to the newcomer's question was a shrug of her shoulders as she wandered into the open and pulled out of the still warm projectiles from the air, looking at it before dropping it to the floor.

"K3wl." The Crimson Haired Haxx0r muttered as B3WP tracked yet more incoming contacts, this time coming from the sky. The roar of the VTOL's engine confirmed the young woman's supposition that members of the Rising Dawn would detect the gunfire and come to investigate. Hearing the crack of sniper fire coming from of the VTOL and into the gathered crowd of thugs, Katya smiled the smile of someone whose scheme had gone "mostly" according to plan.

Seeing the male sniper and the two female... whatever they were... Katya nodded to them in greeting before turning her attention back to the gangsters.

"N3w p1@y3rz h@v3 j01n3d t3h g@m3!!!" The woman announced as she took the kid gloves off, "B3WP, fu11 c0mb@t m0d3!"

The command's effect was near instantaneous as a stream of nano-agents was secreted out of Katya's skin and began wrapping around her like a skin tight metallic armor. A few of the gangsters that had not been wounded by the Sniper's initial assault turned and fired on the silver clad Katya, only to see their bullets ricochet off her skin, along with a fine mist of nano-agents that glittered in the sun as they fell to the ground. Smiling at their surprised looks, the young woman ran towards them, with a pair of knives that he sprouted from the palms of her hands.

"G@m3 0v3r c0ns013 cl0wnz!!" Katya yelled as she plunged one of the blades into the chest of a helpless gang banger, the knife's handle dissolving into a swarm of ravenous flesh eating nano-agents. Clearly Katya wasn't being as merciful as the VTOL's sniper.

Even as the skirmish continued to rage on, the near berserk Katya still had the sense to update t3h c00t1e br00z3erz on their question.

"Y0 c00ti3z, t3h RV D0ct0r D00m wuz 1n 1s 1n t3h 1ndustr1a1 ar3a!"

 

[StormShaun]

Wanderer, Caim, Angelus, and Devon.
Location: Old Rail Yard [http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140427023536/gtawiki/images/b/b6/0_0_%2811111%29.jpg] | Inner City | Los Angeles.
Time: Afternoon.

Still holding the dealer, Wanderer took a long sniff. A face of disgust spread across his face, allowing more violent thoughts to spread through his mind. "Arg, what the fuck!" Wanderer yelled. His arms following up with fast movement, pushing the man to the ground. ("Kill him.") His darker side thought, feasting off the darker emotions. "No. We do not need to do that. We have gotten the information ... but we have to pay him back somehow. How about I patch him up ...? " The Doctor said outloud, responding to his dark side. ("Good point.")

It might be strange that the man was responding to nothing, though he looked down to the dealer. The disgust turning to a evil smirk. "I have some ... strong disinfectant." He said again. Looking back towards Devon, Caim, and Angelus, Wanderer also wanted their input. "What do yo think? Should we allow this poor man to bleed out ... or help him ... painfully?" He said to the three, while imagining what he can do to the "fat fuck" plying behind the scenes.

Storm, and Azan. Feat. Violet/

[color=nvayblue]Alpha[/color]

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Location: Local 7-11 [http://www.phinneywood.com/images/7-11.jpg] | Inner City | Los Angeles.
Time: Afternoon.

"Motherfuc-SPRAY THESE FOOLS!"
"Ah cra-" Were the last words Storm muttered before a mass noise of firearm bullets came exploding into the mobile phone's microphone.

"[color=nvayblue]Ah! What happened?![/color]"

Alpha yelled out in concern. She was somewhat ready to talk to the Spartan, but alas fate interrupted this cursed crew member with more misfortune.

"-p!"
Storm yelled out as he jumped to the left, sliding into a shopping aisle, keeping prone, and hoping that a bullet would not hit him. ("Out of all the days! I had to work without THE suit!") He yelled out in his mind. Cursing the his suit-less body. Touching his leg, he moved his hand up to his waist, where he pulled out one of his pistols. Before firing or attacking back, Storm tried to find Azan, surly the big man could not withstand a barrage of bullets?

Merlin, Shorn and Pierce Washington
Location: Western Ave NW | Washington D.C.
Time: Evening.

When the bodies decided to abandon their current inhabitants, allowing the brain matter to be destroyed, the scene turned horrific. Police looked horrified, secret service were surprised, and even the advisors had a reaction of horror and inquiry, after all, they have seen nothing like this. Pierce followed up, and the two agreed, also ordering people to take the bodies to the Crib. Shortly a car pulled up.

Out came Pierce's driver, sighing as he saw Pierce in his current circumstances. One look at the bodies, and he was on the ground, throwing up ... on Pierce's shoe. Merlin smirked wide, while Shorn tried to hide his amusement. Giving their regards, both parties left and returned to The White Crib. Yet, The President was already back at The Crib.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Merlin, Shorn and Pierce Washington Shaundi
Location: White Crib | Washington D.C.
Time: Evening.

With the Communications director safely returned, the White Crib was in high spirits, not every day that you manage to foil a terror plot and actually mean it.
Well, most people were rather happy with the outcome and sadly for some, Director of the Secret Service Shaundi (Who's last name is as unknown as the President's first) was NOT one of them.
"THE HELL KINDA PROTECTION WAS THAT?! One of the President's most important and trusted allies, kidnapped by a bunch of reporters!? I thought some of you were the best this country had to offer..." She chewed out the local detachment at the White Crib as Merlin and Shorn returned, notably yanking a joint out of one their mouths before crushing it under her heel.
"Urg! I told the Boss we needed to drug test..." She groaned before storming past the duo.
"Out of my way. I have heads to roll. I want detailed reports ont he bodies from the abduction zone. Find out who these people are!" is what she said to them as she passed them, but what she meant was "~Oh, thanks for getting Pierce out of that mess for me! Could you be a dear and help us find out who did it?" XxX <3

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Los Angeles: Residential Area: Katya, Ton Ton, Cadolblog, Boss, Anyone else

David was going to ask who Katya was, what she was doing, how did she know who they were after, how the hell did she find Doom's current location and why in the ever loving name of fuck was she bulletproof?!?
But if there is one thing he learned over the years on the Rising Dawn: Just go with it.
"Industrial zone, Gotcha. Everyone get on. Flyboy! (Pilot), Get Kaz on the horn and tell him we might have got something. Everyone else, get set for takeoff!" He ordered the gang before the VTOL took off, leaving behind a right mess of bodies and shell casings as the building fell behind them.
All and all, a standard trip for the Rising Dawn to-...well, basically anywhere.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Los Angeles: Residential Area: Boss, Cadolblog, Chris, David, Katya, Slindis, Ton Ton

"Industrial zone, Gotcha. Everyone get on. Flyboy! (Pilot), Get Kaz on the horn and tell him we might have got something. Everyone else, get set for takeoff!" Called out a voice behind the Silvery Death Dealer as the Sniper ordered the members of the Rising Dawn into the VTOL. Seeing as how she was a free agent in that moment, Katya obliged the apparent squad leader and headed towards the VTOL, but she wasn't about to leave the area empty handed. Spotting the Wi-U Loving Gang Leader hiding behind one of the burnt out wreck, the young woman sprinted towards his location, taking on a renewed flurry of small arms fire.

"Wi-Wut?!" Katya yelled as she slid across the hood of the car, her boot catching the Gang Leader in the face and knocking him to the ground as well as sleep city, "Wi g0t @ pr3s3nt f0r j00!"

Picking up the unconscious Wi-U Loving Gang Banger, Katya headed towards the VTOL.

"B3WP, c@n j00 run a s3@rch 0n th3z3 p33pz?" Katya asked as the silvery nano-agents receded back into her skin, revealing the young woman underneath, "St@rt w1th t3h sn1p3r."

"Confirmed Little Miss.  Running search now."

B3WP responded, sending the data to Katya's mobile phone.

Watching the ground seem to descend as the VTOL gained altitude, Katya looked at the others in the hold, staring especially hard at Slindis and Chris, the two drows.

"0h gr8, L@rp3rz!" The crimson haired woman exclaimed sitting down in one of the seats.

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Avatar Adventure
Location: 7-11 | Los Angeles​

Azan

The first few bullets that hit Azan sent alarm bells ringing in his head. Or rather, the infernal demon was screaming inside of his helmet, spouting jargon he was certain only damned sorcerers would know. His thick steel plate did a good job stopping the small caliber projectiles. He turned toward his assailants, eyes squinting beneath his expressionless helmet. BlackHarte's frantic movement inside his helmet and armor shrouded the world outside into a haze of darkness. Nevertheless, the Bridge Knight heard teh footsteps on the linoleum floor. Azan never claimed to be a smart man, but he was a brave warrior, one with honor, conviction, and dignity. He would win battles without resorting to such injustices as ranged combat.

He took a step forward, blackness seeped through his armor and ejected the bullets with a clink. Nanomachines melded themselves into his steel plate and reformed the iron-carbon compounds to repair the damage done to his grotesque suit. Azan ran forward, his voice bellowing out, echoing off the hollow innards of his suit into a deep resonating howl. "Cowards! Seek absolution for your dirtied honor!"

Without particularly noticing how many he was running into, he swung his grand mace forward with inhuman speed. The metal head made contact with several bodies, sending flying outward. He could feel the splintering of bones through the vibrations in his metal pole arm. Azan frowned, between sweat and the demon, he could scarce make out the outside world. After his first horizontal swing he swapped his grip out and spun his grand mace in his hand, grabbing it with his left and bringing it to bear in an overhead swing with both hands that hit the ground with kinetic force akin to that of a military explosive. The concrete beneath him gave away as crack spread out and the very earth heaved and gave away. The sewer pipes underground collapsed under the Azan's weight and the entire store began to shake loose from its foundations.

When next the Bridge Knight stood, he was standing in a crater a man deep and three long.His mustache rustled in the settling dust. "Are there anymore that stand in their ways of wickedness who wish to face me? I am Lieutenant Azan of the Knights of the Holy Iron Chain of the Vatican, serving the greatness of the Holy See. Behold ye who sin and repent, for I am the judgement that shall judge, punish, and forgive."

Spoiler: Warning! Rated R for Strong Sexual Content. Seriously. Basically no plot here.

The (Un)Real World
Location: Cupertino | California
Time: 11 September, 2014​

Titania

Titania pursed her lips together until she could feel the blood draining from them. Her cheeks were flushed and hot, and it was hard to look Deborah straight in the face. Her kiss had tasted of strawberries, Titania's heart pounded against her small girlish chest as her insides wound up into a tangled coil of warmth and anxiety. She cast her eyes from Deborah's face, but only to find a cool hand upon her chin, bringing them face to face again.

That was the first time they had kissed. That was also the first time Deborah had done anything for her without being asked too. They had been more carnal many times before, but this was the most intimate she had ever felt with... anyone. My heart feels like it could leap right out of my chest. She swallowed as Deborah leaned in and pressed her lips against Titania's again. This is bad, it feels too good. Titania wrapped her hands around Deborah's neck and pressed back. Titania's frame was a foot shorter and about thirsty pounds lighter than Deborah, so it was a strange scene when Titania's small girlish frame pushed back against Deborah's adult figure and started winning. Deborah was craning her neck down and Titania her neck up.

The Blue Sorceress pulled back first, cupping two hands around Titania's ribs and pressing down gently. Inadvertently she pulled the straps of Titania's nightclothes from her shoulders. They draped from her elbows, the cut of her camisole hung lightly off the curve of her breasts just above her pale areolas. "Master," Deborah said softly, "I love you too."

Titania's breath caught in her chest. I'm happy. Yet something didn't sit right with her. The trickster demigod never had felt love. She had only experienced jealousy and envy. As a fairy she was prideful, petty, and lustful. She hated having things taken away from her. She had thought that was love. Now, looking into Deborah's eyes, sparkling like pink pools in the sunlight she felt something else. I want someone else to be happy too. Titania leaned forward and pushed Deborah backwards onto the bed, mussing up her hair and dress both. Titania climbed on top of Deborah, feeling her soft body below with her hands and legs. Deborah smiled, her lips ruby red and glistening with saliva. They were parted in a way so that Titania could just make out her teeth and tongue hiding inside her mouth. I want.. to make her feel good. She lowered her head onto Deborah's chest. Long white hair draping over her shoulders and back like snowy vines. Deborah, I think I love you.

Her voice was muffled by cloth. So the words never reached Deborah. Yet, it seemed she knew what Titania was saying. Deborah grabbed Titania's legs and sat up, throwing her onto her back. Titania moved her legs awkwardly to try and keep them together, but Deborah's firm, but gentle grip kept her small act of modesty futile. "This time I'll make you feel good."

Titania blushed and turned away, she tried to hide behind her hands, but her palm and fingers were too slender to cover the entirety of her face. She breathed excitedly despite her mortification. She tried to dissent, but her voice failed her. She uttered a meek "No..." that only seemed to encourage Deborah. What am I doing... I'm letting a human do this... to me. Small beads of tears welled in her eyes, Deborah let her hands fall onto Titania's inner thighs. The sensation of her cold hands sent tingles up Titania's spine, and as Deborah's fingers hooked the edge of her pants and pulled them upward Titania bit the bend of her index finger and closed her eyes tightly. Her cheeks burned furiously. I... can't believe this is happening. But my heart won't stop. I feel like I can't move.

When Deborah kissed Titania, lightning jolted through her spine. Her back arched and she cried out with certainty, "I love you!"