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I'm Pollen, hope you're not allergic. I like writing a myriad of characters in all kinds of genres, so I'm pretty much down for anything roleplay-wise.

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If you don't mind slower posting, I could give you a fight. How's this for an opponent?


With thundering footsteps, the lizard king closed the distance, the unbreakable human girl likewise advancing with brazen carelessness. He could understand her confidence now: not foolishness or ignorance, but a simple belief that nothing could hurt her. Indeed, she was probably right- but Vol Lok Ra would not turn down such a challenge. He had a plan in mind, one which would require him to go to dangerous lengths, yet perhaps stood a small chance of killing this unique being.

He hefted the red-hot pole, molding and shaping it with his mind even as he charged. The metal was hot enough for him to control, now, altering the unwieldy shape of the lamppost into a blazing molten war-hammer. With a loud roar, he hefted it above his head, and brought it down with devastating force, calling upon the earth's mass to make his weapon heavier, its impact more powerful.

This wasn't the kind of blow he'd be able to get away with in an ordinary battle, but he was counting on the extraordinary aspects of his opponent, here. Based on what he'd seen of the girl so far, she did not fear harm, and therefore was less likely to dodge- and if the hammer strike landed, though the initial impact would be enough to crack apart the asphalt around them, its force would be the least of her worries. The weapon remained partly molten, and less than a second after it crashed down (whether it hit her or not) it would explode into liquid metal, a searing splash that roasted anything nearby- and was still under Vol's control. If he struck near Vincy's head, the molten iron would attempt to wrap itself around her face, covering her eyes and forcing its way into her mouth and nose. A blow powerful enough to flatten an ordinary human, a weapon hot enough to burn one alive, and suffocation to boot, all in one blow.

He didn't expect this to end her, but it was a start.
While his opponent was busy pulling herself out of a building, Vol Lok Ra was searching for a weapon. He quickly found one: a thick lamppost at the side of the road, dull grey metal topped by a buzzing electrical light. Gripping it with both his massive, clawed hands, he yanked it hard, grunting as he pulled it from the ground. Wires snapped and asphalt cracked as it came free, the light blinking out and leaving Vol with a large, misshapen metal bludgeon.

He'd been keeping an eye on Vincy as he did this, and wasn't surprised to see her pick herself up and come at him again. This time, however, he was better armed. The metal post sang beneath his claws, the metal thrumming in response to his power. He was its master, its rightful owner, and it recognized that. Crude though it was, he could forge it into something strong, something that might give him a chance against this impossible human girl.

The lizard growled in her direction. "Again? Are you truly so eager to die?" There would be no holding back, this time.

As her brick came sailing towards his head, he turned, his massive body rotating to face her. He swung the lamppost like a bat, knocking the projectile away from him with a mighty clang and sending it flying down at the ground in front of Vincy. If she weren't careful, it would bounce and hit her legs, which wouldn't bode well for her charge.

Vol, meanwhile, was advancing himself, slowly picking up speed as he moved towards her. In his hands, the metal post grew hot, steam curling off it as it began to glow orange, approaching its melting point.
In other other news, Pollen, are you trying to be me and not post in our battle for weeks? :P


Hm, didn't see that. Will get on it now.
That was what I was thinking. I felt like it'd be kind of unfair if the freelancers knew all the K9's hideouts right from the start. The battle with the mob would set up a chance for some PvP to start happening- when shit starts going down, my character will likely notice and make her move.

Also, perhaps it'd be worth bumping the Interest Check thread? Just to see if we can pick up more freelancers... I could try bumping you all off on my own (with maybe some help from hackergirl) but that'd take a while.
Should we just...go to an enemy hideout we make up?


I believe that is the idea.

Or you could go buy a latte. Or try and track down me and Ciphra. Or do some target practice.

Killing the Irish Mob and surviving (and maybe taking out some pesky freelancers) is K9's goal right now. On the other hand, you can play your character however you'd like, so I don't see why you couldn't do something else.
A small black car quietly wound its way through the side-streets of the northeast, as the sun gradually descended towards the horizon. The blazing orb was a ticking timer, for nightfall heralded the descent of death itself, but still the vehicle moved slowly, for its destination today was an unusual one, too specific to leave to chance.

In the passenger seat, Martin Brady ground his teeth together for the hundredth time that day, as he waited for something to go horribly wrong.

He'd been doing pretty well, before. Starting out as little more than a common thug, he'd risen to become a competent and ruthless ringleader among the Irish mobsters, with prospects of becoming a major boss himself one day. So long as he'd kept on performing well, and stealthily undermining his competitors, he might have climbed up to being one of the most powerful people in the city.

And then his fucking boss had decided to pick a fight with the K9.

Yeah, technically they hadn't declared an all-out war just yet. But with murderers and sociopaths like them, it was only a matter of time. The killers would be coming for blood, and Martin had no doubt that they would get what they wanted, one way or another. The only choice for him and his men now was to fight, and hope that the entire Irish Mob could take down nine people before it was too late. Given who those nine were, he had good reason to be afraid.

When you made an enemy like them, the whole city seemed to grow a little darker, a little more menacing. Every rooftop could hide a deadly accurate sniper, every shadow a grinning madman with a knife, every door a towering thug brandishing a shotgun. Ghosts lurked throughout Las Vegas, and nowhere was safe anymore.

After what seemed like an eternity of following the map, the car stopped, parking up against the side of the road. Martin and his driver stepped out, doing their best to glance around without looking suspicious. With a quick nod to one another, they shut the doors, and strode down the sidewalk together.

Their target was only a few meters down- an empty, bright red Nissan Altima. A quick check of the number plate confirmed that this was indeed the car they were looking for. Stepping back, Martin glanced at his driver, who took a deep breath, and pulled open the trunk. It wasn't locked, and slid open easily, revealing a fairly large cardboard box within.

Martin's cell phone buzzed.

He pulled it out, and flinched when he saw who it was. The Dragonfly was calling, which meant that she was watching, possibly with a weapon trained on him. Swallowing, he picked up. "Hello?"

The voice that came through was cool, even soothing. "Hey, I see you found my package. Instructions are inside, you'll follow them to the letter, understand? Hunker down, get my stuff in position, and maybe some of you will survive the night."

The words drew a frown from the Irishman. Maybe his boss had chosen to hire this woman, but he didn't appreciate being ordered around like that. But then, what was he to do? He'd never met the Dragonfly, he had no idea where she was, and she was supposedly good enough to give the K9 a run for their money. Antagonizing her would be foolish, as would disobeying.

"Got it."

"Good." The call cut off.

Slowly, Martin walked up to his driver, and carefully opened the box in the red car's trunk, taking a look inside. His eyes widened. He hadn't been sure what to expect, but this was... quite high-end stuff.

The two men carefully carried the box back to their own car, and drove off, feeling optimistic for the first time that day.
This is going to be tough...

...to decide on. Which trio should I slaughter first?
The page says freelancers are open? I assume those are non-K9 members?


The freelancers are the people trying to kill the K9. IIRC there's no limit to their numbers, so you'll probably be able to join if you want.
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