The Good and The Bad IC

[Demon Shinobi]

It was a bright day. There hadn't been many like it in a while. Jason entered a colony which seemed to have been formed quite a while ago. Things had been set up well. And the people were pretty happy.

As he walked Jason looked around. It looked peaceful. He wondered if there were any people around. that had powers like him. Although from some of the things he heard he figured it would be better to stay inconspicuous and keep his powers a secret. As with most colonies. He sighed. Why were the power users hated? But more importantly. What the hell had happened to the world?

[Raddum]

Solid footsteps could be heard as a man dressed in black walked through the colony, his eyes were filled with passion, yet the armor he wore made him look anything but passionate. To most it might seem rather warm to be wearing so much, but the man was used to it. He loved the heat; it made his whip a more damaging weapon, wrapping it around the neck of an opponent and burning their flesh. But that wasn't what was on his mind.

Bastion's mind.

People stepped aside as he walked on the dirt road. They were just normal humans, but they knew who he was. Bastion 'Grey' Neinstead, a hunter of the super natural. A Necromancer who could summon beasts from the depths. He might've not been liked, but he was mostly allowed free passage, aside from the man from time-to-time trying to prove they didn't need a 'Hunter'. A shirtless man with a tattoo across his left arm stood in front of him, cracking his knuckles and grinning. "I've heard of you, you freak." The man in said, standing almost an entire foot less than Bastion, who wasn't amused by the situation. "Pitiful." He said in a dull tone, as the man gritted his teeth. "I'll show you pitiful, you freak of nature!" He shouted, swinging a fist at Bastion's face. The blow connected, the fist landing on Bastion's left cheek. He took a deep breath, and exhaled. The man that punched him could feel the air that was blown upon him. "You have made a terrible mistake."

Bastion grabbed the man's hand, forcefully pulling downwards and causing him to fall to the ground. Bastion grabbed the whip that always stayed by his side, Grace, and swung it. Lashing it on the ground. The man manged to his backside, scooting away as quick as he could. "Woah, woah! Man! I was-" He was cut off as Bastion raised his whip, lashing it across the man's chest, which caused him to scream in immense pain. People all around stared at the sight, some knowing this was the fate of those who attempted to fight the Hunter. Bastion walked up to the injured man, kicking him to the ground and keeping his foot on his chest. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked, applying pressure. The man on the ground screamed, attempting to get away. "No! No, no, no! Oh jesus, god, lord no! I'm sorry!" He yelled, as Bastion had a faint smile, putting away his whip. The entire road became silent for a few seconds, as the man looked up at Bastion. "Y-You... Your going to let me go?" He asked, fearing for his life. Bastion chuckled, starring for a couple more seconds before reaching back and unsheathing Passion, his Great-Sword. He held it with both hands, aiming it down towards the man. Who was crying. He screamed one last time as Bastion drove the sword through his chest, ending his life.

Bastion sheathed his blade, looking around at the people. Some were minding their own business, others hiding their children. Bastion shook his head. "I was assaulted." He said, and it was correct, nobody objected him. Maybe they were too scared to... Scared they would be the next victim of his blade. Bastion continued walking, sighing deeply. "I need a drink." He said to himself, leaving the dead man in the road. It was only seconds later people ran up to the deceased and began picking what they could off his corpse.

[Nytem4re]

"Archer! My friend! It seems you've made quick work out of that goody two shoes super eh! A shot of vodka, on the house! Just for you!" Archer walked past a few heavily armed guards while Dmitri offered the drinks. He sat down in the VIP section of the bar as a waiter poured two drinks for the men. " A toast to you Archer! You've made my job a lot easier, as usual. That super was bad for business. What did he think he was? Superman?" Dmitri laughs as he lifts his glass. "Anyway, thanks again for PERMANENTLY solving the situation. That "So-called" super was poking his head in matters he wasn't supposed to get involved in." Archer merely nodded and said "As long as you pay me Dmitri, I will do as you ask." As Archer took a sip of his vodka, Dmitri kept on talking. "Yes, yes I know. A flat fee of $10,000 for each target. You know, I could give you a raise. Your prices are very cheap for a man of your skills..." Archer shook his head, saying "I live for the fight. The money is a bonus." Archer could clearly see the man's happiness start to show. After all, someone of of his caliber would easily cost around, at the least, $50,000 for each kill, not to mention other "Fees" The man was usually charged. "That's what I like about you Archer... A man of principle...... But I like your prices more eh?" Archer waited for the man's laughter to cease. "As usual Archer, let's get down to business. All my competition is dead, Law Enforcement has new management after you murdered the former... The mayor is dead scared of my syndicate, and he'll do as I ask. All thanks to you. I would tell you to relax and kick back, but we both know by now you never sleep.... There are a few new arrivals. Watch the Hunter for me. He seems to already be a repeat of the last one that came here.... You know Jenkins? Seems like his mouth finally got him whipped... Literally. As much as we both hate him, Jenkins is my major supplier of Phenzell, and now he's dead. His right hand man is taking his place, but this would be... unfortunate if it happened again. Watch this man. Make sure he doesn't interfere with my work." Archer nodded and started to walk out of the bar. He could tell who the Hunter was, walking down the road. He had a whip, strange clothing, and everyone backed off from him. Archer slowly tailed behind from moderate distance, not far enough that he would lose him, and not close enough that he would be spotted.

[Absolute Grace]

Lola smiled triumphantly and pulled her winnings closer to herself. The man who lost slunk away in defeat, his pride wounded by the loss to the girl. A hand went on his shoulder as a tall man stood from his place at the bar. He took a puff of his cigar and marched over after giving the guy a pat on the back.

“Listen up doll face, I think I see what you did there and I plan to take that pretty pile of dough from you.” She shrugged in an uncaring manner and motioned him to take a seat. She set up three metal cups and placed a glass looking ball under the one in the middle. At first she slowly moved the cups around but gradually got faster. She sat back and waited for him to choose. A grin appeared on his face and taking another draft from his cigar he gave his answer.

“It’s not under any of them.” She frowned at the answer and the man took this as a sign of winning. He was reaching for the pile of cash when in the blink of an eye, a dagger landed between his middle and pointer finger. The noise in the pub died down as they watched her lift the cups up one by one. The centre cup was yet to be lifted and when it was the crowd of onlookers burst out in laughter as the surface of the glass ball glinted in the dim light. Lola stood up, gathered her winnings, cups and ball into a small woven bag. Took back her dagger and walked away. As she was nearly at the door she turned back and blew him a gloating kiss before skipping through the door.

“She’s been here a day and already found our village idiot.” The laughs grew louder at the comment and in a spit of anger, the humiliated man stomped out after her but once outside he saw no sign of her. He threw his cigar to the ground and crushed it under his heel, stomping it just for good measure.

[DarkGrey]

All-Roads was an odd sight in the colony. Tribals were quite uncommon in any place of America other than the Southwest states, and All-Roads obviously appeared to be one, what with all the tribal-looking tattoos and the lack of 'civilized' clothing to cover himself. Hell, the only thing that was covering his man-parts was some red fabric that could only kind of qualify as a toga at best. It wasn't even clean, what with all the blotches and discolorations here and there. Most of it was probably debris from the roads he'd walked to get here.

As All-Roads paced the streets, he took note of the unsavoury fellows making rude remarks about his heritage, of those who'd hide their children as he walked past, and of those following behind him in order to corner him should he make a wrong turn. As a scout he was used to noticing the little things in life that could make a big difference later on, as an exile this lesson was doubly ingrained in his mind. He heard the crunch of dirt as his would-be assailants came closer.

No matter, he was used to dealing with people who would target him because he was a 'helpless, friendless tribal' for whatever supplies he may or may not have been carrying. Despite not even knowing the layout of the colony, All-Roads was able to successfully navigate the labyrinth of shacks that made up the colony. In fact, he was so good at it he had fooled his pursuers, who had gotten lost in their own home turf.

After reaching the 'town square' of sorts, All-Roads noted that the town seemed to be a crossroads of sorts for varying types of people. So far he had seen a demonstration of wasteland justice when a man with an odd weapon, a woman carrying currency exit a bar, and a man who seemed to have business with the man who had killed his assailant. Perhaps the bar-man and the dead man were friends or something. It mattered naught to All-Roads. There was also a young man, not much older or younger than himself loitering around the entrance. All-Roads could practically sense the young man's uncertainty, it seemed he could make an easy target for any ill-intentioned ne'er-do-well. Much like the fellows who thought they'd be able to actually catch All-Roads earlier. Whether it was from concern, or some other sort of interest, All-Roads soon found himself primarily observing the actions of the young man. The tribal moved from his position leaning on one of the various shanties, and began to wander once more.

The young ex-scout's path of movement would soon make him pass the black coated judge-jury-and-executioner from earlier, but would likely not result in anything other than a passing glance or two. He moved on, passing a bar where he saw a frustrated man stomp on a cigar. All-Roads didn't like smoking very much. He thought it a useless vice, unlike the ability of alcohol to make one forget or the power of drugs to kill the pain, physical, emotional, and mental. To him, if you weren't smoking ceremonially, you shouldn't be smoking at all. His outwardly voiced his disdain for the man's habit. "I know not why you would like to weaken yourself," All-Roads said, his accent showing.

Naturally, a brawl and several racial slurs would soon follow, but All-Roads, with his passive enhancements, was able to deal with the man with minimal damage sustained. He turned to the man and complemented, "if you had not had to deal with the lack of breath, I am sure you could have done better."

After the small skirmish, All-Roads resumed his purposeless wandering around town.

[Raddum]

After making quick work of the scum who opposed him, Bastion continued through the streets with a couple of things on his mind, such as why he was here. It wasn't to mow down smart-mouthed men or make the people fear him. He just wanted the smallest amount of relaxation. He didn't have any precise super natural beings to kill, so he thought it'd be a good time to take a break until he was contacted. He noticed a man ahead, small... Judging by his looks, a Tribal. Bastion had nothing against them, so he simply tipped his large hat to the man as they passed eachother, focusing forward afterwards. He winced, feeling pain inside his head equal to that of getting hit with a steel pipe. He quickly snapped his fingers, a small demon appearing in front of him. "Den." He said, glaring at the demon, who was snickering.

"Maaassster." Den said, starring at Bastion. The demon wasn't very intelligent, but it was small and not the most noticeable. It was also very weak, it's flames currently not lit. So Bastion could easily summon it. Bastion had a faint smile, tickling the small demon, which giggled happily. True it was a demon, but Bastion saw it as a child. "Soar, my friend... Keep an eye out for me. I don't trust i'll go completely unnoticed after that kill." He commanded, watching Den phase away in a small black vortex. The beast reappeared in the sky above as a black crow, keeping an eye out on the area surrounding Bastion with it's shadowy glare. It wasn't long after that Bastion stopped, unsheathing his sword, which caused a few people to flee. With a powerful thrust he stabbed the blade into the ground, unhanding the sword and sitting down beside it, combining his size along with his armor, it made a bit of a loud 'clank'. He grasped his amulet, which was a unholy artifact passed down through his cult to the most powerful of Necromancers. It enhanced demonic powers, and with it he managed to handle smaller summons without much setback. He began to pray to The Shining Star, his eyes closed, but the cawing of Den echoing in his mind...

[Demon Shinobi]

Jason paid little attention to his surrounding. He was in deep thought. He was thinking about everything that had happened to him. The 7 demons. He had the power of wrath better known as Satan's Blaze and the demon itself... he sighed. They way they'd spoke he hadn't been the first to be "blessed" with their power. Only the naivest and the least respected. With true control their "master" would utilize their powers without the needed to give anything up. But for him... it was different. He'd lost his childhood memories. The memories of his mother. He family his friends. However, he didn't care... How could you care for someone or something you didn't know.

Upon moving he passed various individuals before deciding he was hungry and heading for the nearest place he could get something to eat. He had money. Very little, but it was something. At least he wouldn't have to hunt today. "Give me whatever I can get." He said placing his money on the table. "Not much kid." The woman working behind the counter spoke. "Anything will do. Beggers can't be choosers." He replied before the woman went to the back to make him a quick little meal.

[clintlori2000]

Kaitlin sat up in her little run down shack, she had been given the shack after the last super got out of hand and was put down. Kaitlin threw her covers off and placed her feet onto the floor, still sitting on her bed she picked up the small framed photo of her mum and dad, she loved them so much, if it wasn't for these damned abilities she would still have them. She rose to her feet and put the picture down, right now wasn't a time for remembering, now was a time to go and sell her concoctions! Kaitlin ran around the small shack gathering her things, the hair tonic, the cough suppressant, the fever reducer, all kinds of homemade pain killers, a few of them as strong as morphine. Kaitlin dropped out of her nightclothes and slid her clothes on as quickly as she could, then when she was ready she placed all her tonics into a box, she looked down at he night table, there sat the only remaining jar of dragon water, drinking it would triple someones powers, but she couldnt part with it not ever...it was the last thing her father ever crafted. Kaitlin threw this thought away and stepped out of her shack locking the door behind her.

Kaitlin walked down the dusty path to Annie's Hot meal shack, not only did miss Annie serve food, but she was always selling medicine to the people, often people needed pain killers because of all the labor they did, Kaitlin walked in bumping into a man (Jason) as she walked in "sorry." she then turned her attention to Annie, "you wont believe what ive brought you!" Annie turned and gave her a cold stare, "i told you i wont be buying anything from you anymore!" Kaitlin blinked hard, "please Annie i fixed all the side affects, i swear theres none please...i need to eat..." Annie looked at her with sorrow, "i just cant deary...im very sorry..." Kaitlin looked down ad stared at the floor, "ill never be like him..."

[Absolute Grace]

Counting the last coin, Lola calculated that she had made a profit of 20% and figured that if she waited until later in the afternoon then she could double the profit as the men would be drunk on spirits and unfocused and audacious in mind. But in the meantime, she decided to observe the inner workings of the town such as who the person calling the shots was and who to stay away from. So far she had seen the repercussions of one man messing with the wrong person as well as the further pride burn of her buddy the village idiot. Lola could tell that his run-ins with misfortune were far from over. She let out a sigh. Poor village idiot.

Lola noticed that the day was bringing with it the arrival of newcomers. The feeling in her gut told her that ultimately something was going to transpire in this town, especially since a few of them had revealed themselves to be like her, having powers. The thought of leaving crossed her mind, but she had been dreadfully bored lately. Perhaps she would stay... For a while.

[Cartwright]

Jack yawned scanning the dirt road around him. He sat in a chair infront of one of the many buildings for another day in the colony. Thoughts still swirled in his mind from a recent night, questions and concerns about the current situation he was in. He could count maybe two other guys he could trust but everyone else he could not even put the slightest form of responsibility to them if he had to. The arguments built up last night and right now he couldn't remember what they were about. Occasionally one of his partners would inform him of new comers which he stood up and nodded, walking into the middle of the road.

Angel looked around leaning on the wall in a dark alley way with a bag of coins in her left hand. The light could only go soo far in the alley way to notice a pool of blood flowing out into the light. She sighed under her mask and went off on her business before being spotted next to the mess she had created. In the alley way a random man laid dead with his gun out and ready simply not drawing as fast as she did. She didn't care though, the last thing she needed was another wanted flier in another colony. Perhaps she can get some things first before being realized for the mischievous mastermind she was.