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Write your post before I yell at you to write your damn post. @Mirrodin

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Hand Shake

Brynn looked at the woman in front of him. Another one? She seems..weird. Too happy.
Maybe you're just too angry.
...
Brynn lazily shook Docia's hand. It felt cool to the touch, unnaturally so.
Is she dead? Some kind of zombie?
Don't be stupid, zombies were wiped out over 100 years ago.
How many movies did you see in the facility?
More than you think and less than you'd hope.
After he let go, Brynn decided to walk around for a bit.

Grimm

Brynn's pocket was ringing and lighting up.
"Damn. Who the hell is calling?"
He reached into the pocket and grabbed it.
"Grimm. Fuck."

Joseph Grimm Irons

Joseph Irons was Brynn's father. An accomplished mechanical engineer, he designed almost every machine the B.R.F. used to research the Breakers. To many Breakers, he was known as the "Reaper." If you were caught, you'd be brought to him and dissected. That was the rumor.
"What do you want, Grimm?"
"You went off the grid, where the hell are you?"
"That doesn't matter. What do you want?"
"There's...Some men from the Pantheon here. They're looking for you."
"For me? Well. I guess I should go see them."

A Short Diversion

"Where is he?!" An armored man shouted. Grimm being held up by his collar. The men were getting violent and unruly.
One in the back grunted and fell over.
"I'm right here. No need to beat up an old man." Brynn was standing over one of the Pantheon. The others quickly surrounded him and were ordering him to come quietly.
"You won't be harmed if you comply."
Brynn just smirked. "But then you'll miss all the fun."
In a swift motion Brynn sliced a grunt to pieces. Another was shot through the chest and head. "That's two. Only two left. You can run or you can join them."
The last two attacked Brynn at once, he pulled the trigger on his sheath and spun his blade around in a circle. Both grunts stopped in their tracks. As Brynn sheathed his blade, the men slowly fell in half.
"Now then, I'm going to be busy. Try to clean this place up."
Brynn opened another rift and walked through. After he arrived at the temple, he took his place against the wall once again; still covered in blood.

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I'm going to maybe post too. Maybe.

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Biggest dic I've ever seen.

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Oh. I lied. Chrome works like a dream with this. Firefox was kinda laggy.

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I won't have access to my PC for about a week or so. So I'll have to update from my phone. They will probably be short or have a lot of errors.

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Brynn stood against the wall away from the group; he was never fond of groups. Not since the facility.
Talk to them, you have to know all of them.
They're all strange. Especially him.
Brynn was watching the strange pale man; for some reason he had no eyes and no mouth.
Does he have to scream?
He knew the man from somewhere, the facility maybe? Or a target. Brynn reached into his pocket and looked at the poster he held. The description matched.
Seventeen; the man with no eyes or mouth. Dead or Alive: $30,000.
Brynn, don't. We need him.
I won't. But I'm not using a damn hypo.
At least introduce yourself.
Brynn walked over to the group.
"My name is...Breaker. I don't know what's going on here. I'm just trying to get some food."
Out of the corner of his eye Brynn noticed that he saw Cale again, pushing on a wall.
There's no trap door or hidden room. This isn't a movie.
You never know.

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Burning Inferno

Get up, Brynn. There's not a lot of time.
Brynn could barely open his eyes; and the smell of smoke filled his lungs.
Fire?
Half of Third Street was burning down. All around him were people screaming and running. Dazed and lost, Brynn managed to find his way out of the inferno.
What happened? Did I do this?
He couldn't remember anything from the past few hours. Above him. Loud speakers were blaring out warnings.
"AN S-CLASS BREAKER HAS BEEN IDENIFIED IN YOUR AREA. IF YOU SEE OR BECOME IN CONTACT WITH HIM, LEAVE IMMEDIATELY. TARGET IS CLASSIFIED AS EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. DO NOT, REPEAT DO NOT INITIATE CONTACT WITH THE TARGET. THE BREAKER RESTRICTION FORCE WILL APPREHEND HIM."
That must be me. Its only been a few days, how can they already find ms?
Half of this town is burning. You're the only Breaker that can do that.
Suddenly, a small group of B.R.F. Hunters were on him.
"Is this the target? He matches the description."
"Yeah, that's him. Grimm wanted him alive."
"Fuck that. A shithead like this is way too dangerous to be caught. Hell just get out again."
Brynn couldn't stand them. Hunters were all the same, all they cared about was the hunt. Not about what or who go in their way.
"If you want to kill me, just do it," he growled.
One of the Hunters raised his Cutter, a poorly designed combination of sword and chained saw. Brynn knew the weakness lies in the hilt. In one motion, he grabbed the Hunter's right hand, summoned Cale's gun, and shot straight through the hilt. In an instant the Cutter shattered to bits. Cale's revolver vanished as Brynn pulled the trigger on his sheath. Hot air rushed past his face as he caught the blade and cut his attacker in two.
"So. Any other takers?"
The remaining Hunters scrambled and ran. That's the thing about Hunters, they're cowards.

On the Run

Its been five days, Brynn was still being hunted. S-Class Breakers were sought after for research. They'd be dissected and out under a microscope. Brynn wanted to die, but not like that. Not with a whimper.
Brynn, its time.
Time? For what?
To meet the others.
With a burning in his hand, he grabbed his sword. A quick cut, and it seemed a hole in the world was cut. Brynn stepped through and for a moment, blacked out.

The Temple

Exhausted, Brynn managed to get himself off the floor. Staring at him were three strangers.
More Breakers? No, something else.
Here we are. The Temple of the Archons. Your new legacy; and final resting place.