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I'm not victim blaming but all generalizations are false, even this one.
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Lethal Force - Farce's Apartment



Judah's efforts to get any sort of read from the phantom was utterly ineffective. In terms of what his power felt it might as well not be there at all. Limbo let out a echoing laugh. "You're thinking far too simply. I have to play a certain way see-" Limbo said tapping her temple knowingly, "Have to help the family, but as long as I'm careful I can help the family and also help me see?" Limbo let out a tittering laugh that raised shivers. "Of course if you don't come at all, well... let's just say it's better for everyone if you follow me, hehe." Limbo exited from the door and went into the hallway, waiting for a while to see if there was any indication they would follow. If they did she would lead them briefly before diving through a wall and reappearing the alleyway below them, turning the corner and vanishing out of sight for the moment.
Solomon


Solomon raised in eyebrow in disbelief at Avi's proud and utterly idiotic speech. What in the... Solomon had briefly wondered what Avi was thinking before coming to the conclusion that Avi was in fact not thinking. Whatever those things were he wanted nothing to do with them. It seemed he wasn't the only one, however the blade-whip girl had no such qualms, immediately attacking them and leaving herself overextended. Though he was tempted to simply run like Dwyn he'd already decided he would help Isabella, as much as that was likely to hinder them in the future. Solomon drew his bow, once again marveling at the incredible effort it took to draw it back. He targeted the leader, the one monologuing at them in the hopes that they would either lose coordination or the will to fight entirely, thought the latter was more of a hope than a chance. The bow seemed to be guiding his actions and it felt as though it would fly true, he could only pray he could trust the weapon. The shouting orders was right for the most part, though he found the orders to be excessive. As though Solomon would just stand by and let someone die. The very thought vexed him and that anger was loosed in his arrow.
That hate=boner though.
Yep her finding a gun is fine, those things can be used for more than kill you know! Creep in particular is more likely to get away with using one given how nobody knows anything about her more or less. Shatterpoint would be willing to get her non-lethal rounds and she'll be getting another just-case toy for this next part. Which should hopefully be a bit more exciting than the warehouse.
Dawkin Trustram



Martin had the right idea, putting their Pokémon back to back would make them vulnerable to an attack like Fairy Wind, however Bagon would be put in a bad position and Sprout could match Flabébé in attacks. At least that was the hope. Dawkin decided to trust Martin in this matter and continue, "Whooper, let Sprout hide behind you and blast Bagon with another Water Guns." As soon as Bagon came out Wooper promptly met him with a blast of water and began preparing for another one as Bagon started to close the distance. He was curious as to her short monologue, she had a Pokémon that would be perfect for this situation but decided she would play by Pokémon League rules even in an unofficial match? There was something admirable in that and Dawkin at the same time felt irritated that she was holding back. Not that he was in much of a position to complain, they weren't winning this fight by much as it was.








Solomon


Solomon felt his body tremble as he sunk into the darkness. Sunk was a rather pleasant word for the experience. As soon as he entered the black bow attached to his hand raced downward with alarming force, practically knocking his arm out of its socket. The sense of hurtling towards some eventual crash with the ground combined with the complete darkness gave him nothing to orient himself other than the driving force from the bow. At this point he'd accepted that he would die and passed out.

Solomon's eyes shot up and he pulled himself from the slime that coated the ground to look around. It seemed most of those above had already gotten here and woken up, ready to start exploring. This place was a painful contrast to what lay above. Covered in this strange slime, the whole place looked old beyond belief, unmaintained, and somehow tragic. It seemed the other spirits, or humans at this point, were discussing how to proceed. Solomon shrugged. They had no information about anything here except that it was dangerous, so really one way was as good as the other.

Taking advantage of this brief time he was not being paid any attention he tried to use his bow, putting his hand where the string was and holding it loosely. Despite having never held a bow before his fingers found them selves draw to a position and an arrow of the same make as the rest of the bow appeared. Solomon drew the bow, astonished at how much strength it took. Weren't bows supposed to be weapons of finesse? He carefully eased his grip without firing the arrow and when he had fully relaxed it turned back into wisps of shadow. Well that was that.

He stepped forward to join the rest of the group. He was most inclined to take the advice of the girl with the 3rd eye, Solomon however was no leader, nor had he ever been. "I don't care much where we're going, but I get the feeling we should do it sooner rather than later." He said in a calm voice that still carried easily. While there was no evidence they couldn't simply stay here, it certainly wouldn't accomplish anything. If nothing else he felt leery of where they had landed, like it was a graveyard and anything that stayed too long would quickly become one of its residents.
That would be included in the original post, or if you're feeling slightly more lazy you can look at it right here.


Ah I'm most certainly still here, I was waiting on more people to post, then wrote a post and lost it, then had college and had to progress some other people along, but I'll get one in today, sorry for being a little slow.
The Adventures Of Wisp Creep



The Rockers were lacking many things. Territory. Reputation. Equipment. And of course, competent members to get all that. Unfortunately the Rocker's in Denver had a grand total, as of recently, of two of those. Shatterpoint was determined to put this, however temporary, 100% increase in competent members to good use. A bit of questions as to what Creep could help them with and he had given her several tasks. Likely the easiest of which was to sneak into the various store fronts and homes and place a calling card there, a small business card with crossed pick and "The Rockers" in bold font across it. Then he would have her steal something noticeable from it.

Reputation. Once or twice he had her scout around areas the Rockers wanted to claim to see who was there, and take any weapons she could find, before using his lackies to clear the area out. Territory. And now... it was time for another meeting. As was usually the case Shatterpoint appeared to be alone, they'd met in a part of town where the Rockers had some control, as much as the Rockers controlled anything. Creep had made it clear they weren't to meet at their old house. As far as she could tell he'd also kept to the bargain so far. No attempts to track her, nobody knew she existed. None of the little stunts he'd had her pull had been big enough to make anyone important think the Rockers had a new parahuman. Shatterpoint hadn't been drowning Creep in money but she was certainly getting well paid. More than enough to cover her move, her living expenses, and even whatever new thing her sister wanted, at least if she didn't steal them. Overall... Things were going well for the both of them.
Ah not to worry, no need to feel guilty about making me do my job. I have most of it ready, just checking with boss before posting it.
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