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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
I will post something tonight! XD
Hana
Neoteris turned to look at the new arrival, a strange quirk of her attitude showing that her height, or lack thereof, didn’t matter. She was short enough that almost anyone could tower over her, or attempt to, as she never seemed bothered by anyone’s attempts at looming, making anyone who tried seem foolish and arrogant.
Files scrolled in the corner of her vision as the Irishman spoke to her, and satisfied with his introduction, she smiled back, “pleased to meet you too Connor.”
Evelyn was the next to arrive, and it seemed that she completed their small band of heroes. Hana couldn’t help but agree that it seemed true, what many were saying. They were hardly as impressive a group as The Magi had been, and none of them had the kind of track record they had been able to boast, although a few members of the Super Hero group had numbered amongst her mentors.
“Now that we’ve got everyone… let’s go.”
She moved away from the group, not stopping to see if they would follow, already knowing where she was going…
Jack
Lets go.
Jack was stood at the back of the station, concealed from view behind a set of overflowing dumpsters in an alleyway. It had in fact taken her a little under an hour to prepare. More than one car now in the front lot of the station had come back with a little more weight than it had left with, even accounting for the obligatory doughnut and coffee.
She had been grateful that the schematics for public buildings were freely available on the web, and had made judicious use of them to locate the primary power supply for the station. There were backups of course, but they would take a moment to come on, and she only needed a moment to get in.
She had already kitted up, and appeared significantly bulkier wearing her assault gear. The glock hung in a thigh rig on her right, and she took it out, checking the magazine before slapping it back into the gun. She finally settled the mask over her head as she sent the text, then once the tick appeared indicating it’s success, she speed dialled.
Hana
Life isn’t like in the films, but even so, this moment seemed too unreal to be in real life. Each charge went off at the same time, and the cars rose into the air, somersaulting almost in slow motion before coming crashing down. It was almost silent. And then the sound returned in a rush, the explosion rippling out across the blocks. Someone screamed.
Then there was chaos inside the station. Neoteris had thrown herself at the nearest civilian, taking the young woman down to the floor at the sound of the first explosion. She rose to her feet in one graceful movement and panned around, taking in the whole situation. The lights had gone out before the explosion had sounded, and emergency lighting was glowing beside doors.
“Nightingale, get outside, get some altitude, find out what’s going on, Adrian, Evelyn, get downstairs, this has got to be an attempt on Caro.”
She tapped something on her wrist, “we need to find out what the hell is going on.”
Jack
As soon as she had dialled Jack had started running, the rear of the station was barely a hundred metres away, and her abilities allowed her to push herself harder, clearing the distance in less than ten seconds. She didn’t stop there, wrenching the door open and heading inside, gun drawn and silenced. She was bullet proof, but she didn’t want to attract too much attention, and that meant moving fast and stealthily.
“Wha-“
The officer’s words were cut off as the masked intruder pushed him down the stairs. He flew the first eight steps, and once his feet found the ground he only tumbled, there was a nasty crack and the man finished in a heap at the bottom. Jack stepped over his body on the way down.
Her training was obvious as she rounded the corner, checking her blind spot and advancing with her weapon held before her. It coughed twice, four times, and the two cops who had appeared through a door collapsed, a bullet in the back and head apiece. Scanning carefully, checking each room, Jack nonetheless advanced at a rapid pace.
Neoteris turned to look at the new arrival, a strange quirk of her attitude showing that her height, or lack thereof, didn’t matter. She was short enough that almost anyone could tower over her, or attempt to, as she never seemed bothered by anyone’s attempts at looming, making anyone who tried seem foolish and arrogant.
Files scrolled in the corner of her vision as the Irishman spoke to her, and satisfied with his introduction, she smiled back, “pleased to meet you too Connor.”
Evelyn was the next to arrive, and it seemed that she completed their small band of heroes. Hana couldn’t help but agree that it seemed true, what many were saying. They were hardly as impressive a group as The Magi had been, and none of them had the kind of track record they had been able to boast, although a few members of the Super Hero group had numbered amongst her mentors.
“Now that we’ve got everyone… let’s go.”
She moved away from the group, not stopping to see if they would follow, already knowing where she was going…
Jack
Lets go.
Jack was stood at the back of the station, concealed from view behind a set of overflowing dumpsters in an alleyway. It had in fact taken her a little under an hour to prepare. More than one car now in the front lot of the station had come back with a little more weight than it had left with, even accounting for the obligatory doughnut and coffee.
She had been grateful that the schematics for public buildings were freely available on the web, and had made judicious use of them to locate the primary power supply for the station. There were backups of course, but they would take a moment to come on, and she only needed a moment to get in.
She had already kitted up, and appeared significantly bulkier wearing her assault gear. The glock hung in a thigh rig on her right, and she took it out, checking the magazine before slapping it back into the gun. She finally settled the mask over her head as she sent the text, then once the tick appeared indicating it’s success, she speed dialled.
Hana
Life isn’t like in the films, but even so, this moment seemed too unreal to be in real life. Each charge went off at the same time, and the cars rose into the air, somersaulting almost in slow motion before coming crashing down. It was almost silent. And then the sound returned in a rush, the explosion rippling out across the blocks. Someone screamed.
Then there was chaos inside the station. Neoteris had thrown herself at the nearest civilian, taking the young woman down to the floor at the sound of the first explosion. She rose to her feet in one graceful movement and panned around, taking in the whole situation. The lights had gone out before the explosion had sounded, and emergency lighting was glowing beside doors.
“Nightingale, get outside, get some altitude, find out what’s going on, Adrian, Evelyn, get downstairs, this has got to be an attempt on Caro.”
She tapped something on her wrist, “we need to find out what the hell is going on.”
Jack
As soon as she had dialled Jack had started running, the rear of the station was barely a hundred metres away, and her abilities allowed her to push herself harder, clearing the distance in less than ten seconds. She didn’t stop there, wrenching the door open and heading inside, gun drawn and silenced. She was bullet proof, but she didn’t want to attract too much attention, and that meant moving fast and stealthily.
“Wha-“
The officer’s words were cut off as the masked intruder pushed him down the stairs. He flew the first eight steps, and once his feet found the ground he only tumbled, there was a nasty crack and the man finished in a heap at the bottom. Jack stepped over his body on the way down.
Her training was obvious as she rounded the corner, checking her blind spot and advancing with her weapon held before her. It coughed twice, four times, and the two cops who had appeared through a door collapsed, a bullet in the back and head apiece. Scanning carefully, checking each room, Jack nonetheless advanced at a rapid pace.
Apologies for my lack of activity, I've been really busy the last few days, I'll throw a post up tomorrow sometime :)
@Boboclown: no, I did not mess up, the character you are referring to is Jack not Hana. Hana is a hero, jack is a mercenary, I could have been a little clearer but I do mention the character's name in the post itself
The cop was the kind of guy Jack would have probably taken home if she’d met him in the bar, hardly fitting with the stereotype of American cops the world over. It was a pity, such a waste of a good body, but she needed to start things off somehow. He’d walked off to join his partner, they were inspecting the front of a store, the windows crazed with cracks and smoke still leaking from an empty storefront window frame. She smiled ruefully as she clamped the small bundle under the rear wheel-arch. It was flat, and dark enough that it would not be noticed, not without someone else sticking their fingers in beside the wheel.
Knowing it was secure, she stood and strolled away, her movements had taken only a few moments, and no-one had seen it happen. She was good at that sort of thing, she had to be after all. Everything else was ready, and she picked up the bag from the alley she’d left it in. It was big, an 80l hiking rucksack, but it had everything she’d need in it. Of course she’d have preferred to have a little more firepower, but this was the city’s central Police Station, no doubt there would be some kind of armoury there. She might have to pay it a visit on the way out.
She flipped open her phone, a cheap, anonymous burn phone was worth more to her than any smart phone might be, and scrolled through the messages. She opened the group message from Anonymous, she’d only received it a few hours ago, but that was enough time to make all the preparations she had needed to.
I’m already on it, if you want in you’d better be there in an hour.
Knowing it was secure, she stood and strolled away, her movements had taken only a few moments, and no-one had seen it happen. She was good at that sort of thing, she had to be after all. Everything else was ready, and she picked up the bag from the alley she’d left it in. It was big, an 80l hiking rucksack, but it had everything she’d need in it. Of course she’d have preferred to have a little more firepower, but this was the city’s central Police Station, no doubt there would be some kind of armoury there. She might have to pay it a visit on the way out.
She flipped open her phone, a cheap, anonymous burn phone was worth more to her than any smart phone might be, and scrolled through the messages. She opened the group message from Anonymous, she’d only received it a few hours ago, but that was enough time to make all the preparations she had needed to.
I’m already on it, if you want in you’d better be there in an hour.
@ Stephen: I still think it's highly unlikely for a hero in that situation. I do not want the public to be aware of Neoteris' real name, either first or full. It completely defeats the efforts of one of the
@ Stephen: I still think it's highly unlikely for a hero in that situation. I do not want the public to be aware of Neoteris' real name, either first or full. It completely defeats the efforts of one of the only heroes to actually have a secret identity, it's different for Adrian, who has no alias, as opposed to Hana, who is a hero by choice (apparently uniquely) and wishes to keep her identity secret.
@ Stephen: I still think it's highly unlikely for a hero in that situation. I do not want the public to be aware of Neoteris' real name, either first or full. It completely defeats the efforts of one of the
@ Stephen: I loved the forum thing, it's a cool idea I haven't seen in an RP in a while.
But how does some random forum fanboy know the secret identities of all of the heroes?
But how does some random forum fanboy know the secret identities of all of the heroes?
Hana Jameson was woken when her computer beeped insistently. She raised her head groggily, and grimaced as her cheek peeled away from the metal surface. Specialist tools were scattered on the worktop before her, and a half-dismantled device lay in pieces. She blinked and looked around, her eyes finally settling on the clock mounted on the opposite wall. She shook her head in exasperation. All these late nights were getting to her, the job seemed to be getting harder recently, the nights longer, and her sleep more restless.
She turned in her chair to glance over to the still beeping computer, the screen was displaying a priority alert, she sighed and then rolled over to the computer, hitting the enter key to acknowledge the message.
'Valentine Caro has agreed to consider negotiations. He has requested protection during this period of deliberation. For this purpose, in addition to your other responsibilities, you have been tasked with guarding Caro. Please report to the LAPD HQ for further instructions.'
Hana’s eyes narrowed, she knew who he was of course, and she knew what he was responsible for. She’d been caught in the crossfire between the NTE and the Crips too many times to not be aware, as well as cracking down on NTE operations in LA. It had been a relief to find that their leader was in custody, until the attacks had started…
Now he was going to get out scot free? At least it might mean an end to the NTEs terror campaign, much as she detested the idea of the man walking free, she could not simply stand by and watch innocent people die at the hands of his followers. And the names of the mercenary capes? That was valuable, there were several active in Los Angeles, and all of them were dangerous, all of them were killers.
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Neoteris pulled into the Police Station Parking lot. Her motorcycle purred as she decelerated, then she carefully stepped from the motorcycle, leaving it to coast to a stop in a parking bay, the gyroscope in the centre of the body keeping it upright, while judgement ensured it didn’t overshoot.
She rubbed the base of her spine through the suit, and then continued on into the station, appraising the two capes already present. She knew who they were, but her visor highlighted them and named them regardless.
“Adrian, Nightingale.”
She nodded to the two heroes, “how’s it going?”
She motioned towards a door, “come on, we should go straight in, no sense in hanging about.”
She turned in her chair to glance over to the still beeping computer, the screen was displaying a priority alert, she sighed and then rolled over to the computer, hitting the enter key to acknowledge the message.
'Valentine Caro has agreed to consider negotiations. He has requested protection during this period of deliberation. For this purpose, in addition to your other responsibilities, you have been tasked with guarding Caro. Please report to the LAPD HQ for further instructions.'
Hana’s eyes narrowed, she knew who he was of course, and she knew what he was responsible for. She’d been caught in the crossfire between the NTE and the Crips too many times to not be aware, as well as cracking down on NTE operations in LA. It had been a relief to find that their leader was in custody, until the attacks had started…
Now he was going to get out scot free? At least it might mean an end to the NTEs terror campaign, much as she detested the idea of the man walking free, she could not simply stand by and watch innocent people die at the hands of his followers. And the names of the mercenary capes? That was valuable, there were several active in Los Angeles, and all of them were dangerous, all of them were killers.
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Neoteris pulled into the Police Station Parking lot. Her motorcycle purred as she decelerated, then she carefully stepped from the motorcycle, leaving it to coast to a stop in a parking bay, the gyroscope in the centre of the body keeping it upright, while judgement ensured it didn’t overshoot.
She rubbed the base of her spine through the suit, and then continued on into the station, appraising the two capes already present. She knew who they were, but her visor highlighted them and named them regardless.
“Adrian, Nightingale.”
She nodded to the two heroes, “how’s it going?”
She motioned towards a door, “come on, we should go straight in, no sense in hanging about.”
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