Red7VII

Red Dead Reckoning

Location: Armadillo || Mentions: @Gunther@Berlin@ONL@Sad Ogo@c3p-0h

Draven was the proverbial fly on the wall. While the world around him moved, he remained mostly still, just watching and taking notes. The whiskey he had ordered a while ago had barely been touched since he sat, but his hands clasped the glass anyway, raising it to his lips a few times, but barely letting any of the liquid touch his tongue. He was working. Draven never got drunk when he worked. He'd have to play the part, though, in order to blend in. When the commotion arose, he had simply dipped his head, letting his hat cover his face as if the gesture would aid in making him invisible. He had no intention of intervening unless he was forced to be involved. Luckily, the problem took care of itself.

His eyes darted sideways, taking in the view of a short dark-haired woman as she offered money and drink to a table occupied by the the two that had been a part of that ruckus. The fact that she was offering anything at no charge made it obvious what position she held within this place. She would be someone worth knowing. The duo also piqued his interest. Draven had watched the Hispanic man used his wit while the other employed his brawn. Neither one of them had flinched at the sight of a gun. Perfect.

Just then, a young woman had burst into the room and vaunted over the bar, nearly dropping one of the liquor bottles. A second later and her quick reaction paid off as she caught the whiskey and eventually put it back in its place. He craned his neck around, looking over his own shoulder as this woman consoled another frailer girl at the end of the bar.

"Fifteen." The hairs on Draven's neck shot straight up at he felt the words tickle his ear. Acting on pure adrenaline and instinct, he sent a punch flying toward the source of the sound. Seven's hand flew up and slapped Draven's wrist, jeopardizing the trajectory. She looked him straight in the eye as his fist whizzed passed her ear, missing it's mark.

"Jesus, Seven! 'Da fuck did you come from?! We're putting a goddamn bell on you, girl!" he spat out, clearly upset with the start.

"Not likely. I was able to swipe about fifteen dollars from the townsfolk while I made my rounds out there. The shops are closed, but the door locks ain't nothing. I'm going to need you, though, if you want me to get anything bigger than what I can fit in my pockets." Draven looked at her, his mask of incredulousness still being worn as he tried to figure out how this little girl got the jump on him.

"Just sit down, we'll deal with that later," he said finally, his eyebrows furrowed. She did as she was told, taking the seat across from him and propping her elbows on the table, letting her fingers intertwine around themselves as she took in the saloon's scenery. Draven straightened his shirt a little before rolling his shoulders, trying to rid himself of the panic the girl had set off in him. Once he had settled back down, he decided to fill her in. "Your 4 o'clock. The two fellas seem like tough enough customers. Took care of a drunk ass earlier. They didn't blink when the metal came out." Seven nodded, but hesitated to look for herself in an effort to avoid being obvious. "The woman by them. I'm guessing she runs the show 'round here. Most of the rest of 'em haven't been too remarkable, though that one behind the counter pulled off an interesting lil' feat." Seven gave another nod, only this one was directed upward beckoning Draven to continue. "She damn near threw herself over the bar and caught a bottle before it shattered."

"Fast."

"Exactly."

"How many whiskeys have you had?" Draven squinted his eyes in response. He wasn't sure if a she was about to accuse him of being drunk.

"Just this one. Why?"

"Not fast. Can I have it?" Draven's eyes continued to squint but now he couldn't help but cock his head to the side as confusion took hold of him. "I've never had one before." He thought about it for a moment, considering the ramifications, before ultimately surrendering to the request. He shoved the half empty glass over to her. Seven looked upon it but tried to hide whatever glee she felt. Draven told her before to never broadcast her emotions, especially in mixed company. She eagerly took a sip.

The joy that she was hiding poorly suddenly vanished as her mouth and nose contorted. She looked at Draven as if he had performed some horrendous betrayal. The man looked right back with stern eyes, curious what the girl's next move would be. She refused to swallow and you could see her eyes bouncing around, frantically looking for a solution to her problem. Finally, she raised the glass back to her lips and spit the whiskey back in before sliding the glass to Draven once more.

"I see why you're taking your time with that." Draven allowed himself the briefest laugh as he picked it up and took another swig.

"So what do you think?" he asked, gesturing to the saloon in general.

"You missed one," she responded curtly. Draven looked around, but wasn't seeing what caught her attention. "He's at the bar. The shaved one. He's got a wanted poster he's wagging around."

"Bounty Hunter," Draven deduced, finally seeing the man for himself.

"Maybe." Seven then stood up and started to walk toward the bar.

"'Da fuck are you going?"

"I need something to wash the gross off my tongue." Draven rolled his eyes and let her take her leave. In her white hat and beige jacket covered in patches of dust, she walked up to the bar right beside the man she was discussing and called out for a bartender. "Water...? Milk...? Do you have anything back there that doesn't taste like it came out the wrong end on an animal?"

Welcome to Mega City [original universe w/superhumans...]

Location: HQ > Gym > Kitchen || Mentions: @Shard@NightmareInd@Duthguy@Shellshock

"Nineteen," he belted out between gritted teeth as beads of sweat began to form on his brow. He was laying upon a bench, using all his human might to fight gravity, pushing the heavily weighted bar off of his chest and into the air as far as his arms could reach. All the while, he couldn't help but consider how easy this would be if he flipped the switch. If he's just let the beast within take over, he could do this with one hand, perhaps even one finger. He wasn't ready to totally surrender his humanity, yet, though. As the Gargoyle, things seemed much easier, no doubt about that, but there was a certain rush that came with it. A particular excitement born from the presence of aggression and violence. That feeling, it didn't feel like it belonged to Zane. It felt like it was coming from somewhere else and it continued to make his cautious about his other half.

"Twenty!" Zane pushed the bar all the way up and racked it, feeling a small send of pride as he sat up. He grabbed a nearby towel that he had set aside and dabbed his forehead, drying it of the evidence speaking toward his exasperation. Donning a shirt with cut off sleeves and some basketball shorts, the young man stood up and stretched his arms out. There were two large bulged on his back that moved along with his shoulder blades. The skin around them constantly felt strained, like a sunburn that wouldn't go away. Beneath them, they hid the wings of his other form. Every time he called upon them, the skin would split and his demonic limbs would sprout out in all their glory. When it was time to recall the form, they'd retract and new skin would form other them, encasing the appendages within his back. Luckily, the bulges weren't grotesquely obvious. As it was, he simply looked like he spend more time in the gym working on his rhomboids than any other muscles.

He gave himself a look in the mirrored wall and tried to accept the image of the person staring back at him. As he gazed upon himself he couldn't help but wonder which version was the mask; this face or the other's. He tossed the soiled towel at his reflection, forcing himself to snap out of his focus. The best thing to keep his mind of of it lately was to stay active, stay busy, be around people and keep the brain occupied.

As he left the gym, his senses picked up something magnificent. It smelled sweet... and fresh... and divine... His mouth began to water. Following his nose, he eventually sound himself in the kitchen looking at some slightly familiar faces. The team was a work in progress and he hadn't felt like he's truly imprinted on any of them yet, or vice versa, but they were all interesting in their own way.

"You're killing me," he said finally to the group. "Here I am trying to pump myself up for the next throw down and you guys are over here with ambrosia trying to fuck up all my hard work." Zane let a smirk escape his lips as his eyes wandered the room. They soon fell on a relative stranger, though, who seemed well armed. Zane's eyes emitted a muted glow in reaction to the sight. Fight or flight. Zane had both options, literally, but usually opted for the former. "Someone want to tell me who this is?"

The Red Hoods: Initiates

Sorry for weird delay. Back in business this weekend! I'll be continuing with the Ryder, Kiri, and Loona group (hereafter known as Team Kickass) and will be providing NPC interaction/guidance for Tholo and Brig (aka Team Awesome). We'll work toward wrapping up these current missions and rendezvous with Team Crabs4Lyfe (Terrible name for a team, Kraken. People are going to get the wrong idea) and then we'll suit up for mayhem.

The Red Hoods: Initiates

Ryder considered Loona's explanation. Size manipulation, healing, the ability to defy gravity... The last of which was the most alluring in terms of his personal interest. The ability to shrink and grow things, though, could become a resource that could turn the tide in any battle. Needless to say, he was interested and impressed.

“M-Might I ask about some of y-your missions as a Red Hood? I-If you don't mind that is...” As Ryder trudged on, he made sure to keep his attention split. Figuratively speaking, he had one eye on Loona while the other constantly scanned the area. This dark town was relatively quiet. Footsteps, the clomping of horses trotting, muffled murmurs and crickets were the only audible evidence of life besides their own voices. The trio definitely stuck out. Wolves among sheep.

"They've all been a little different," he began to explain. Though he was speaking to Loona, he kept his eyes ahead, scanning the road. "Some are exciting, some are boring, but there's always an element of danger. If it's not the monsters, it's the people. It's like they appreciate us and resent us at the same time. Unless you're in the keep, you better keep your guard up." Though he didn't speak on it much, he could spin many tales about the confrontations he had with the people he was trying to help. The Red Hoods were a lawless enforcement agency. Untouchables. Self-governed. These were all terms that made the common folk uncomfortable and when anyone gets too uncomfortable, they lash out.

"This lady we're going to see..." he continued, speaking of their current mission. "Just because the dead aren't staying that way doesn't mean she isn't crazy. I've never heard of a walking corpse paying someone visits without trying to eat them." He looked to Loona, a thought flashing in his mind. "Are you prepared to kill her if that's the way this goes down?" His eyes glanced to Kiri as well, though the way the latter carried herself, he had less doubt in her hesitation in the midst of a confrontation.

“That...m-makes sense. I'd even argue that keeping y-your guard up in the Keep m-might even be more important.” Loona spoke up after the man gave a brief idea of what his missions were like. While he did have a good point about being prepared for anything on a mission, being just as careful in the Keep was probably even more important. It was a sad reality, but in a world like this, being wary of everything and everyone was always the best way to go; at least until you get a better idea of what's going on. “I-I mean, nowhere is r-really safe, if that makes s-sense.”

Green eyes found their way to Kiri for a moment before glancing back ahead of them. Ryder had a point, this woman had something going on about her. And it was something they'd need to figure out before making any drastic moves.
“Yeah, it doesn't make sense, but that's what we're here for I guess.” She mumbled, straightening when she felt Ryder's eyes on her.

"Are you prepared to kill her if that's the way this goes down?"

“Yes, if I have to.” She answered quickly, eyes now downcast as she stared at her lap. “If it p-pertains to the mission, I-I have no choice. It's the same for all of us, right?” She spoke, the question seemingly guided to towards Kiri instead of Ryder.

Kiri kept her chin up, her eyes straight ahead as she walked slightly behind Ryder and Loona. The muffled sounds of their boots against the ground was a steady metronome, driving her forward with its rhythmic momentum. They kept... looking at her when they spoke of killing. Like she was the expert. Like she wore a dark shroud around her shoulders instead of the stiff yellow fabric of her hood, like she was a killer, murderer--

(Sulfur and fire and screams, the knick at the end of her blade, Colin's dagger at her throat, accusing, 'Monster' --)

Her face was a mask of calm. Only her jaw tightened imperceptibly as she forced herself onwards. Her dark eyes cut to Loona for a moment. Then forward again. She swallowed, pretending the painful lump in her throat was all this useless emotion. She forced it down, deep into her core. She wouldn't let it get in the way of the mission.

Kiri cast her attention back out on the surrounding environment. She hoped they reached this damn woman soon.

(She hoped... she hoped they wouldn't have to kill her.)

"Aye." The solemn answer was the only one Ryder had to offer the fairy. The mission was the priority. Their principles came second. Despite enforcing the rule, it was a lesson that Ryder still hadn't learned. He had a habit of following that Hoods' laws that suited him, but the knew how to play the role of the Dutiful Soldier. At least, up to a certain point.

An old, unkempt house soon came into view. The wood that shaped it was covered in pale, chipped paint. The roof showed signed of weather damage the porch was decorated with pots of dead plants. No maintenance had been done to this home for quite some time. Ryder paused for a moment to take in the structure. The windows were dark. If someone was inside, they had not lit any candles. The hairs on Ryder's arm raised up a bit. This felt like a trap. Like an ambush. It's not as though they could simply turn away, however.

Ryder took in a deep breath and drew his sword. He gave a quick glance to the others, a silent order to do the same; prepare for the worst and hope for the best. Ryder took lead as he walked up the wooden steps that led to the porch. With each stride, the wood screeched out under his weight. The trio passed a withered rocking chair as they made their way to the front door. Ryder gave it a knock. As they waited for a reply, he turned to Kiri and used two fingers to point at his eyes. He then pointed those same fingers out behind the group. He would confront whatever met them at the door. He wanted her to watch their back in the meantime.

After a few moments, there was no response. He couldn't even discern any movement from within. Ryder, in a whisper, said, "We can bust in, but it might be a trap. We can wait longer or..." He kind of already knew what he wanted to do. "What do you think?"

Loona nodded once again before looking back ahead of them, frown evident on her face. There was no point in continuing a conversation where everyone had no choice but to agree...

A few moments later, the trio arrived at their destination. The fairy's eyes immediately went to the dead plants cascading over the wooden porch floors, the urge to tend to the withered plants tempting her to no end. There's a time and place for everything...maybe if they can take care of this problem with little casualties then she'd be able to do something to help out this little house.

There weren't any signs of anyone being home from what they could see, but none of them could be sure. Loona's glowing form hovered off of Ryder's shoulder just as he drew his sword, her doing the same. After Ryder tried the more civil way of getting into the house, Loona dropped down to the floor and ran toward the gap the door left from the porch because it was too short. It was pitch black on the inside, just as they saw from afar.

“I can squeeze underneath this gap and open the door from the inside?” She offered, half of her body already peeking into the house. Even with the natural light covering her body, the room was still dark and nothing really stood out to the young fairy. Pushing the rest of her body in, Loona quickly flew up to the door, and started picking at the knob with her rapier, waiting for the oh so familiar click that came with an unlocked door.

Kiri was quick to follow Ryder's silent order, drawing her own sword. The muted sound of the blade gliding out of the sheath as little comfort as suddenly her heartrate spiked in anticipation. Though she was loathe to do it, she turned her back on the door. She was being trusted. They were counting on her to watch their backs. Kiri's eyes scanned the empty horizon of the town.

...She peaked back over her shoulder in time to see Loona squeezing under the door. Kiri forced her eyes back forward, lest Ryder see her not doing as she was told.

The lock clicked free and Kiri couldn't help the small spike of adrenaline that accompanied it.

Welcome to Mega City [original universe w/superhumans...]

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Basic Information

Secret Identity

Zane Grey

Code Name

Gargoyle

Age

22

Personality

Loyal, Fearless, Flirty, Strategic, Sarcastic

Experience

3 Months

Occupation

Gravekeeper's Assistant

Abilities

Skills

• Fair Hand-to-hand combatant. While expert martial artists could probably beat him on technique, he tends to hold his own in most brawls.
• Advanced Memory. Not a superhuman trait, but Zane's ability to recall memories is considered impressive and has lead to bouts of depression when he find himself unable to forget a particularly traumatizing experience. It has also served him a great deal in his education as he find himself quick to learn just about anything and can recall that information with great detail.
• Has a particular knack for playing cards, Texas Hold 'Em being his game of choice.
• Very computer savvy. He is no hacker, but is well versed in modern technology.

Powers

• The Gargoyle: In Zane's every day life, he is as vulnerable as any other person around him. His strength and abilities are also comparable to people of his size and build. His superhuman abilities spring forth when he engages his other form, The Gargoyle, which he can do at will and for an indefinite amount of time, for reasons he is not quite sure of. All subsequent powers will be exclusive to his gargoyle form. As The Gargoyle, Zane has batlike wings, sharpened claws, vampiric looking fangs, small horns that protrude from his skull, a prehensile tail, and loss of color in his skin, giving him a grey tone overall. His eyes also emanate an emerald hue in this form.
• Durability: As if he were made out of stone, The Gargoyle is incredibly durable. While bullets bring pain, they are not an automatic death sentence. Shooting him is like shooting a grizzly bear. Send enough bullets and eventually he'll go down, but he's going to put up a fight. Fire does not particularly bother him in terms of physical pain.
• Regeneration: If Zane sustains a significant injury and then changes to The Gargoyle, the healing process of that injury will have advanced greatly due to the biological transformation. Injuries sustained as The Gargoyle will heal faster than a human, but only by half as long.
• Strength: The Gargoyle is extremely strong, able to flip over a vehicle with some extended effort. Able to lift a vehicle over his head with quite a bit more effort, capping his strength potential.
• Flight: The Gargoyle is able to utilize his wings to execute flight. His wings operate similarly to a birds, so his speed in the air is proportionately accurate to his size. His wings are strong enough that he can carry someone of equal size while in flight, but that would be it before it becomes too heavy to get airborne.
• Night Vision: The Gargoyle can see perfectly in the dark and has also gifted Zane with slight night vision.

Weaknesses

• Bright Lights:Since The Gargoyle came into his life, Zane's eyes were changed, becoming quite advanced in the dark and more vulnerable in the light. Because of this, Zane is nearly always wearing sunglasses. The Gargoyle will also become stunned for a moment if he has to suffer sudden brightness.
• Human Form When Zane is just Zane, he's as vulnerable to any human's weaknesses as the next person.
• Naivety: Zane does not know where his powers come from, nor does he understand how they work. While he can adeptly utilize them, he's barely tapped his full potential.
• Water: Zane has a phobia of water, even before The Gargoyle became a part of his life. Incidentally, The Gargoyle loses a lot of his combat proficiency when submerged, making him very vulnerable to attacks.

How did Arrowcaster find you?

Rumors of The Gargoyle hunting criminals at night have begun to circulate in the local criminal circles. Most of them don't believe, but they pass along the bizarre tales nonetheless. Once Arrowcaster heard the stories, he decided to investigate it for himself.

Lo and behold, when Arrowcaster followed criminals in Zane's town, he soon found The Gargoyle striking them down.

Biography

Character Bio

Zane has been a college student, nearing his graduation. While he went to school during the day, he became an assistant worker at a church cemetery at night, helping the groundskeeper maintain the property, set the tombstones and perform other labor intensive tasks.

One night, while on the job, he felt like he heard a voice coming from one of the mausoleums. There were no names on the structure, just decorative stone carvings and a lone gargoyle sitting at its roof's peak. Hesitantly, Zane went inside to check it out. As he entered, he saw what appeared to be a silhouette of something inhuman. Before he could react, the living shadow sprung forth and everything went black.

Zane woke up at the hospital, the groundskeeper having reported the incident. Once they gave him a clean bill of health and an explanation of dehydration that led to fainting, Zane went back to his apartment ready to dismiss the whole ordeal as just a silly tale to tell at parties. That's when the change first came upon him. Suddenly and violently, Zane transformed into The Gargoyle.

Over the past few months, he's been learning to control it and to use it for good. He's mastered triggering the switch and flying, but he is far from fluent in all of his abilities.

One Year Later

After a year's worth of experience and training, he'll eventually uncover the fact that he can manipulate stone, using this new ability in a variety of different ways such as a means for constructing weapons and armor.

Welcome to Mega City [original universe w/superhumans...]

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Fuck that have fun!

@Ruby

I kid, I kid. I'm the guy that called you because you needed to know that I love lamp :)

Welcome to Mega City [original universe w/superhumans...]

My spork. Dont come at me bro.

Game looks great Omega! Will watch in the consensual way to see if it opens up for me.

@Ruby

Woah woah woah. This RP is PG 13...

Welcome to Mega City [original universe w/superhumans...]

Why is this moderator speaking to me like an equal?!

Welcome to Mega City [original universe w/superhumans...]

No.

@Ruby

Why did a moderator post No?

|| Primordial Uprising - [Kaiju & Monsterverse-Inspired RP] ||

Unfortunately, due to life nipping me in the nuts, I unfortunately will have to close this RP under my control. I've failed as a GM yet again and really I have no other person by me to blame. Fortunately, instead of being scrapped for good, this idea will be transfered to another reliable player @Ubermensch, who wants to take control of the concept. Whether or not I will join said RP as a player is still in the air, but alas I believe I will retire my duties as a GM... possibly for good, or at least a very long time.

Hope everyone had at least some hope of fun under me and I can't wait for what this RP can evolve under new management. Thank you for participating. :)

@Lmpkio

Let me know when you're ready ;)