OnlyThePie

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Good idea, I'm with Symphoni, where do we put it?

Gangs of Gotham (Organized Crime RP)

Intro
The Hammer stomped down the street, a squad and their Clip following behind him. He growled as his radio buzzed, telling him some punks were hitting up a gun store on the south side of town. That was his job. A cop came around the corner and saw the group of men. He shook and raised his pistol. "Freeze!" the cop said, shaking in his boots. Heinrich held up a hand. He slowly drew one of the pistols from his left side holster. He raised the gun slowly. "FREEZE!" the cop shouted again, voice quavering terrifiedly. He squeezed the trigger, and the cop collapsed. The Hammer grinned. Nobody got in his way.

Recruitment
Two guys came out of an alley, smirking. "Thanks man, we would've had real trouble had you not killed that guy." The Hammer looked up at them, frowning. "Tell your friends. The Firing Squad rules here now. If they want in, they just gotta ask for the Hammer. Better have experience." Then he shot the guy on the left. His friend yelped and ran off. Probably not the best way to send a message, but it would work. Always did.

Criminal Activity
A Bullet ran back around the corner. "Here they come!" he yelled. The men scattered to either side of the street. The Hammer calmly knelt down on one knee, and pulled the massive rocket launcher off his back. He clicked in a special missile of his own tampering. After 100 yards, it would explode and send pieces of metal flying everywhere. It would kill the drivers and pop the tires, but the merchandise would be safe. A truck wheeled around the corner, a large "GCPD" labeled across it's side. The van would be carrying guns. Lots of guns. He waited. He had to get the distance just right. The driver slammed on the breaks when he saw the man in black and red in the street. Heinrich fired. The tires collapsed.

The squad rolled out of the shadows and began working on the doors. The Hammer leaned into the cabin. He shot the passenger, who wasn't dead yet. The men were hauling all kinds of weapons out of the trunk now. Heinrich grinned. An easy hit. And they'd probably get new guys too. Not bad for a nights work. Now to visit the press conference. He had a statement to make after all.

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@Undine Ah, I panicked, I'm more used to the Advanced subforum, and if anything falls three pages back there it's toast. Oops!

Shadow of the Skyline

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The Conduit

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Jim walked into the main hall of The Hub, the slang name for his base of operations, and made a beeline straight for Pyotr Radskov, his technical specialist. The man was a whiz with technology, completely independent of any ability he might possess. The short little Russian grinned at Jim as he approached. "What do you need boss? Somebody steal some money? Lose a bet?" Pyotr winked pronouncedly. Jim wanted to kill the man, but he was too good to get rid of. He frowned and a spark jumped.

"Somebody was watching my little demonstration last night. Find out who." Pyotr nodded, catching the impatience in Jim's tone. Scuttled off to do his job. Jim turned and marched towards his office. He overrode the code that most of his "employees" would have to put in to get into his office and stepped through the doorway. Richard Noldor leaned against Jim's desk, flipping through a heavy, leather bound book. Richard was the only man Jim would ever allow to do such a thing, because he was the only man Jim trusted enough to give him free reign. Mr. Noldor was the number two, and he was damn good at his job.

Richard glanced up. "Oh good, you're back. I've got a double deal for you today." Richard smiled wickedly. Jim noticed he had bent the metal in the table. Jim would have to fix that. Richard's superhuman trait allowed him to make any metal as malleable as a piece of silly putty, a handy trick, but Richard was shit at controlling it. Richard closed the book and held it up. "First, I think I finally tracked down another shard. It should be in the park, right near the water." Jim grinned. "Second, one of the bosses in the Political district wants to speak with you, some guy named Prophet. Should I put you through?"

Jim considered carefully. Finally, he nodded. "Alright Rich, set it up. Also, I want you to contact the leader of old Malikane's gang, the young one. Tell her I've got a business proposition for her. I'm going out to the park to get that shard, so hold my calls." He laughed. It was an old joke between them. Neither of them had ever gotten any calls. Jim walked back out of his office, Richard following. Hopefully nobody would get in his way again.

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Jim walked in the park, his trademark trench-coat lacking in order to blend in. Instead he wore a plain leather jacket and a T-shirt, complete with aviator sunglasses and jeans. Sometimes it was nice to travel in relaxed clothing. He walked down to the waters edge, looking at the odd almost-lake the island formed between the park and political districts. He gazed among the sand, looking for the signs of the strange force that had given him his powers.

Part way down the beach, he came across what he was looking for. A rock with an odd, curvy burn in it projected out from the base of a small cliff. Jim lay his hand over it, and then jolted it with electricity. The face of the cliff slid away in a spot, and Jim grinned. He stepped through the hole into a cave. The room was pretty bare, just a roughly circular rock cave, a single shaft of light, and a raised lump of rock with a pottery shard jabbing out of it. He cautiously crossed the cave, making sure it wasn't trapped. At the pedestal, he grabbed and lifted the shard out of the rock, like the sword in the stone. There was a rumbling, and Jim turned and ran for the entrance. He slid, just missing the slamming shut of the door. When he looked back, the marked rock was gone. Eerie.

He looked down at the pottery shard in his hand. The strange jagged markings covered this piece just like the last. He smiled. He walked back up the park and got back in his mustang. The all-black car purred happily, and he drove it home as fast as it could go, just for fun. He returned to his office, and placed the shard next to his original, on the pedestal next to his bookshelf. The pieces vibrated, and his eyes widened ever so slightly as they clicked together, and were suddenly one. Now he had an arched piece of pottery probably 9 inches long. He nodded curiously. He would have to find the rest.

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Oy this can't die already!

Shadow of the Skyline

@Wade WilsonOkay, if that's what you want. You could always have a npc boss hire you.

Gangs of Gotham (Organized Crime RP)

So since you posted, are we good to start?

Shadow of the Skyline

Awesome post blue!

Alright everybody, you're all free to go! Lets get writing!

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I'm fine with everything that's been said, just didn't feel like responding individually.

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@KrauxisFair point, but would the girls on the team really go along with it? It'd probably just be a guy thing, they'd call it the Bro Squad, everybody else references it as the team name or whatever (I'm gonna bet Connor just calls all teammates Bros though lol)