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R E D U X .// 2047 //.

Yall alive in here? Assuming OOC is mostly on discord, but IC post timeline is kinda weird too. If alive, looking for more?

@Ozerath

Yeah, I think we could look for a couple more. I’ve just updated the discord link everyone

R E D U X .// 2047 //. -- Cyberpunk Superheroes

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I tried joining the Discord link, but it's expired.

I'll check in tomorrow. Sorry for the late reply! I was watching a debate.

@Reia

Ah fuck, my bad. It should be fixed now!

R E D U X .// 2047 //. -- Cyberpunk Superheroes

I'm potentially interested, but I'll admit I'm torn between something very mundane and something very weird so far as concepts go. Part of me wants to go the 'urban legend' / sewer monster route for a grimy setting like this, but I'm not sure if that fits the 'supers with baggage' angle.

@Reia

All I'll say is that baggage can be many things. If you've got a 40 year old ancient monster who's been hunted by people their entire life, it might be workable

Mundane is also fine. Mundane doesn't necessarily mean boring: the character I've been running has almost no superpowers at all, but I've spun him into something that works.

Feel free to join the OOC or discord and talk shop

R E D U X .// 2047 //. -- Cyberpunk Superheroes

I think we'll give this one more bump and see what happens.

R E D U X .// 2047 //.

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P O S T - I N F E R N O

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CURRENT DATE -- 23/05/2047

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Where the fuck had Spellbound gone? With the threat of imminent immolation gone, he noticed that the woman had disappeared entirely. He'd thought they'd both been safe behind the door, but...

What the fuck was that? Gabbie said. Her normal, electro-sensual tone had become a keening hiss. That was the last thing I'd expected coming in here. A fucking bomb?

ET checked the HUD in his visor. Suit integrity was intact. No holes in his suit, or in him. "I don't know what it was, Gabbie," he said. "It was smart, and it was talking to someone, but that's about it." He looked down one side of the corridor, then the other. "Any idea which way is up?"

A blinking light popped up on his HUD at the same time as a message from the Tower. His breath caught. Addison KIA. "Son of a bitch," he hissed. He'd liked Addison: probably one of the few people he'd met in the last decade to feel truly genuine. Genuinely good.

Genuinely dead.

But two of them were alive, at least. If his files had been right, ET guessed that Stardust had pulled through as well. "All right," he sighed, setting off in the direction of the HUD light. He needed to get to higher ground. Communication with the outside world still seemed to be impossible, although the pagers were somehow working. Old tech, better tech? Who knew.

"Gabbie, can we set up Iron Door Protocol?" He had a feeling that the next few weeks were going to have a lot of loud technology nearby. Iron Door was a protocol he'd designed with Gabbie a year back which transformed all the 'sentient' tech around him into background noise. He could talk to them, and ask them to do things, but they couldn't talk back unless he added them to the whitelist. Useful for silence, but a lot harder for him to convince stubborn electronics to do his evil bidding.

A hysterical laugh of lightning coursed through his mind, and then IDP went live. Poor Gabbie. She'd be alright, but not for a little while yet. He didn't feel any differences yet; any electronics that had been alive in the area had been pulverized, aside from the cybernetic supers a a half-kilometer away. GET TO SURFACE ASAP -- NEED TO REGROUP, He sent to the pagers, then started walking.

He looked for Spellbound for a little while, but there wasn't a hint of a trace of the woman. Eventually, he kicked a piece of metal, only to watch it soar away into the setting sun. Oops. It crashed to the ground fifty feet away, and he was outside again.

The bossman lives! Dave's voice. Thought you'd been toasted to hell. I saw that there missile fall, so I high-tailed it outta there until I was past the blast radius. There's someone new out there, so watch yerself. I'm sittin' out here behind a cactus 'til you're good to go.

Relief flooded through ET, along with a sudden craving for a drink. Dave was alive. He shook his head. Dave 2 was alive. "Rest easy, Dave," he said to himself. He wasn't talking to his car.

A bang on metal interrupted his self-pity party. He turned to see the newcomer digging into the metal, and then looked left to see Stardust attacking the rubble with a vengeance. It was nice to know she cared, even if she was digging in the wrong direction. "Hey Stardust," he said, his voice magnified by Gabbie's speakers. "They're about forty feet to your left, I think." There was no mockery in the words, only business. This was not the time to fight with allies. Even the cranky ones.

His shotgun slid back into his hand. He'd holstered it magnetically over his shoulder while the world caught fire, but a newcomer was a threat. Especially considering the fortuitous timing. He felt Dave rolling back up to the ridge nearby, training some very precise, very powerful riot-control cannons at the newcomer. Stun-power of the 'less-than-lethal' variety, in case his shotgun got stripped away from him.

He stayed a comfortable distance from the woman: that is, the slugs in his shotgun could comfortably reach her if necessary. "Hey," he said conversationally, hefting the shotgun before him. "I'm Arbiter." He smiled, but the cold polymer-alloy of his helmet blocked the view. "Convince me you didn't have anything to do with that missile."

R E D U X .// 2047 //. -- Cyberpunk Superheroes

I think 1 more newcomer to this wouldn't hurt.

R E D U X .// 2047 //.

T H E .// B E G I N N I N G //.

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A C T .// O N E //.

May 23rd, 2047.

At 7:04 PM, a small group of washed-up superheroes raided the secret base of the hero Hex, or Harrison Moore. One of the best and brightest, Hex had been a paragon of Superhero purity for years, with friends in places both high and low.

Special Agent Addison Reynolds found him alone in his room, OD'd on a new superdrug, Nirvana. Surrounding him were gigabytes of video recordings about the "Reality Bringer"--an coming apocalypse in some form. The pieces didn't add up--Hex a drug addict?--and Reynolds was desperate beyond measure.

Using an old encrypted line of communication from the Superhero Glory Days, Agent Reynolds sent out one last call for help.

The Transmission .// Written by Stormflyx //.

05/13/2047 : 21:14
Begin transmission
So, I buried another partner this week. Jackson.

We were on a routine call out, just checking another street as always. It was one shot, and it wasn't even meant for him.

It's getting harder everyday out there, crime is at an all time high and every other week we lose officers and special agents. Hell, I'm a trained special agent myself and I've been pushed down to fill in on beat work because we're stretched so thin. Everyday there's a new threat.

It started with that new drug. They call it Nirvana. It's a synthetic creation and we can't track where it's being made, who made it, and who is distributing it. We just have to see the husks it leaves behind, the broken families, the bodies... We thought it was contained within the underbelly of society but it's spreading.

Then of course there is Luke. Luke Bennett. He's that sketchy candidate for office, he's picking up a lot of traction with people based on hate and fearmongering in our underprivileged communities. He's a hateful, power-hungry man who is building some kind of cult. We can't stop him because I'm sure he has blood money running through all sorts of departments. You know, just the usual shady shit.

The gap between the rich and the poor is getting wider, people are losing their jobs, their homes... There is a crisis about to happen with basic resources - more and more people are on food stamps, more and more people are forced between choosing to keep the lights on for a night or feed themselves. Just last week seven teenagers died from exposure to irradiated and toxic water because the nuclear plant dumped some in a pond where kids are known to play and hang out. We are expecting more fallout from this yet.

I'm trying my best... To hold it together, to keep a strong front. To be someone in the community that can guide people through these dark hours but I'm constantly stopped by something else. I'm strained, God I can't remember the last time I slept properly. I just feel that we're on the brink of a complete disaster. The wrong people are being given power and they don't want to change anything - they want to make things worse.

Cedar Fort is where I was born and raised and it used to be a great place. Now it's just ugly. I feel like I can't help anyone anymore, and that's why I'm reaching out to you...

12 years ago you kept darkness from our doors with your gifts, your powers, your spirit. We believed in you, put our trust in you. Then something happened, maybe we over-policed you... Some of you died, you had your own issues but you all disappeared, went off the radar completely. Of course, you could. Your identities were secret - I could well have walked past any of you, maybe you made my coffee... The point is that I don't know who any of you are, except for one.

Tonight I investigated an apartment in the city. Dead guy, kind of a usual call. I called it in and checked out the apartment and found in the back of his closet a suit, yeah, a suit. Turns out that Harrison Moore was the real life persona of the Superhero known as Hex.

That's not all I found, turns out Mr Moore was either going absolutely bananas, or knew something was coming. That was his power right? He was some kind of Warlock? I found his journals, his computer files - everything. He was adamant of some kind of apocalyptic event, and I've been checking and so far a lot of the things he wrote about have happened. The water thing? He wrote of something similar weeks ago. He's written repeatedly about a Reality Bringer. He seems to have died of a suspected overdose of Nirvana, he was alone when he died but I don't think this was accidental.

If my pleas and fucking sad story haven't intrigued you, I want this to. At some point, Moore was your friend and colleague. I believe that he was the only known Superhero to have had affiliations and relationships with all of the various factions around the US and globe. He was really one of the good guys, and he died alone - sitting on this discovery...

So please, if you're out there - any of you. We need you more than ever before.

Hex was the best of you, and he knew something was about to happen. So I'm asking you - if any of you are still alive, it's time to come out of the shadows. I'm sorry, I'm no storyteller - I have no superpowers of persuasion. I'm just an agent at the end of her rope, with no other options left now.

We need you.

We need hope.

At 7:22 PM, a high-yield ballistic missile impacted that same secret base at roughly 30 times the speed of sound. At 7:30 PM, the first reports of the explosion started popping up in local news feeds. By 7:40, the event had been categorized by the planned detonation of an old shipping warehouse, no longer needed in the area.

But the internet is quick to pass judgement. The conspiracy theorists latched on, and a few "superhero experts" have claimed (without evidence) that the location of the detonation perfectly matched an old hotspot for supers a decade ago. Some people are more afraid than usual.

The surviving members of the now-deceased Agent Reynolds's team are understandably upset about nearly dying, and so have decided to go to the nearest megacity, Denver, to try and suss out some "whys" and "whoms".

A C T .// T W O //. - Active

1. The Body of Addison Reynolds is still in the trunk of the team's supercar, and they've just rolled up to a...'reputable' nightclub.
2. In progress. The team is forming up to execute a heist on Carolex Experimental. May god have mercy on their souls.

Most recent post from GM is here.

R E D U X .// 2047 //.

Active Characters

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• Alexander & Shirley Mackey .// The Tower & Beacon
• Maysah Marseille .// Stardust
• ET Turner .// Arbiter
• Hannah Russell .// Toxin
• Thomas Geoffrey .// Dr. Geo
• ... .// All other characters inactive or deceased.

R E D U X .// 2047 //. -- Cyberpunk Superheroes

Sounds fun!

@SgtSlayer

Glad to hear it :) feel free to take a peek at the ooc and discord.

I'm working on worldbuilding a bit, but in the meantime you more or less have free reign on coming up with backstories and locations. I have a midwestern US sprawl, but aside from that I'm pretty flexible

R E D U X .// 2047 //.

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R E D U X .// I N F O //.

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Hey everyone. Welcome to Redux 2047, where you get the chance to play a damaged, washed-up superhuman that the world chewed up and spit out. We've just started the second act, in which we visit Denver, the city of Envoy the demigod. Bear in mind that supers unaffiliated with government or industry are now banned by law, so this will be fun.

• We are looking for another person or two to join. There's only a few active characters right now, but they're pretty stable in terms of activity.
• This is a world in the process of being ravaged by the onset of rising temperatures, seas, and tensions around the globe. Worldbuilding is welcome and encouraged!
• The year is 2047, of course, but due to the presence of superheros and their technology, I am going to be pretty flexible in terms of what technology is mainstream. This is a Cyberpunk world. There are sprawls, there is body augmentation, and all that jazzhop. Creativity is encouraged.
• Characters with a little baggage are preferred. Mature, grizzled veterans with lives beyond their superhero years: Children, jobs, a lot of shit in their lives, etc. You were a superhero, but maybe not anymore. If you want to be a teenage super, bear in mind that this is a world that doesn't really want you around.

R E D U X .// C O D E X //.

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C O D E X

Denver, CO
Augmentations in 2047
The Fall of Superhero Glory
How Many People are Super

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• Name:
• Alias/Callsign:
• Age:
• Powers:
  
  Powers can be just about whatever you like. However, bear in mind that time-based powers are going to be hard to work with in a group setting, as are overly-powerful telepathic powers. I'll probably be pretty strict on those.
• Weaknesses:
  
  What works against your powers? Preferably not just "hard to control" or "takes time to charge up". Those weaknesses are hard to quantify in this medium, so something more concrete would be appreciated.
• Appearance:
  
  Pictures and Description are both welcome. Semi-realistic pictures preferred, to match the theming. Clothing description isn't required, but can be included if desired.
• Equipment:
  
  What does your superhero carry around with them on duty? Includes weapons, gear, vehicles, etc.
• Origin:
  
  How did your hero get their powers? What sort of life did they lead before obtaining their powers? Who are some of the people that are key players in their lives? What have they been doing since 'retiring' the cape and mask?
• Personality:
  
  What makes your hero tick? Who are they behind the mask? What are they afraid of, what do they love? What are their flaws and weaknesses? What makes them strong?
• Misc Facts:
  
  Anything else you'd like to include.

Note: I don't need too much here, as long as it's well written and cohesive. Just enough to establish your character as a player.