I would say yes but I'll have to speak with Keyblade about it first. @Keyblade87
At the very least, it wouldn't hurt for you to make a CS. @Shiyonichi
At the very least, it wouldn't hurt for you to make a CS. @Shiyonichi
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I don't know why it took so long for me to get that post out.
Chapter 1. @Stern Algorithm @LemonZest1337 @AngelofOctober @Zelosse @vancexentan
SkyFall didn't have time to respond to Flatline or react to Midnight, though that grim-figure had set in motion a realization. One formed from his very short interaction with Shade Walkers, his insufferable past, and his aspirations. Without a word, he painted an image of resolution; all he did was shift his cloaked body to face the elder villain.
Shade Walker and Captain East had initiated the mission while Kazuma had facilitated their next moves. SkyFall's exhale sounded more like a dead gasp.
"Flatline, move with me," he told her quietly.
He embodied the arch-being he had imagined the common rabble would see him as, adopting a cold if not completely ruthless air. Silently he stepped through the portal, glanced at the hostages as if they were mere objects, and moved for the main entrance. "I want at least one of you gunmen for cover fire. Keep a vigilant eye on Flatline's blind spots and if you can, if you can, catch those agents who believe themselves covered."
As he passed by a trembling hostage, her blonde head hard into the floor, he snatched her up by the collar single-handedly and moved her to guard his frame; like a good-little meat-shield. He pulled her to his side, ignoring her whimpers and kicked one of the doors off its hinges. The door scraped the asphalt, flipped on its corners thrice, and bounced off the police vehicle before twirling and landing behind it; scattering a three-man team of officers.
He moved the hostage back in front of himself, a dastardly villain with not a hint of remorse in his voice. "Don't run. Stand your ground; fight back, you might even win." As he said this he bounded forward into the fray, his meat-shield held up and screaming for her life.
SkyFall didn't have time to respond to Flatline or react to Midnight, though that grim-figure had set in motion a realization. One formed from his very short interaction with Shade Walkers, his insufferable past, and his aspirations. Without a word, he painted an image of resolution; all he did was shift his cloaked body to face the elder villain.
Shade Walker and Captain East had initiated the mission while Kazuma had facilitated their next moves. SkyFall's exhale sounded more like a dead gasp.
"Flatline, move with me," he told her quietly.
He embodied the arch-being he had imagined the common rabble would see him as, adopting a cold if not completely ruthless air. Silently he stepped through the portal, glanced at the hostages as if they were mere objects, and moved for the main entrance. "I want at least one of you gunmen for cover fire. Keep a vigilant eye on Flatline's blind spots and if you can, if you can, catch those agents who believe themselves covered."
As he passed by a trembling hostage, her blonde head hard into the floor, he snatched her up by the collar single-handedly and moved her to guard his frame; like a good-little meat-shield. He pulled her to his side, ignoring her whimpers and kicked one of the doors off its hinges. The door scraped the asphalt, flipped on its corners thrice, and bounced off the police vehicle before twirling and landing behind it; scattering a three-man team of officers.
He moved the hostage back in front of himself, a dastardly villain with not a hint of remorse in his voice. "Don't run. Stand your ground; fight back, you might even win." As he said this he bounded forward into the fray, his meat-shield held up and screaming for her life.
@Zelosse It made sense lol.
I just wanna get to the bank heist.
Chapter 1. @Stern Algorithm @LemonZest1337 @AngelofOctober @Zelosse
SkyFall took a break from his thoughts, lifting his head at the mention of his name. Vaguely, he pieced together what had been said. He stood from the bar, his gloved hands remaining on the smooth counter. "Sure, long as Flatline can joins us. I'd like to keep her close to me at all times."
He withheld the fact that he wanted a break from the manic Karuma, whom had asked Dieselpunk for orders. Already he could tell that he'd have a hard time getting along with the guy. Yoichi was use to the silence, to being able to plan, contemplate, and actually turn a situation in his favor. When he thought about Karuma, all of those gifts and advantages went out the window.
He looked at all beverages he wouldn't drink till he was of age, all the fine bottles and glass containers. From there his gaze landed on the bartender who seemed determined to do his job, even as the villains had begun their machinations. "How much longer do we have till its time to go?" he asked aloud, a tad antsy.
For some reason his mind wandered to Midnight. He hadn't spoken yet but he was shrouded in mystery. Midnight? he too is a dangerous ally.
SkyFall took a break from his thoughts, lifting his head at the mention of his name. Vaguely, he pieced together what had been said. He stood from the bar, his gloved hands remaining on the smooth counter. "Sure, long as Flatline can joins us. I'd like to keep her close to me at all times."
He withheld the fact that he wanted a break from the manic Karuma, whom had asked Dieselpunk for orders. Already he could tell that he'd have a hard time getting along with the guy. Yoichi was use to the silence, to being able to plan, contemplate, and actually turn a situation in his favor. When he thought about Karuma, all of those gifts and advantages went out the window.
He looked at all beverages he wouldn't drink till he was of age, all the fine bottles and glass containers. From there his gaze landed on the bartender who seemed determined to do his job, even as the villains had begun their machinations. "How much longer do we have till its time to go?" he asked aloud, a tad antsy.
For some reason his mind wandered to Midnight. He hadn't spoken yet but he was shrouded in mystery. Midnight? he too is a dangerous ally.
@AngelofOctober Oh thank God. For a moment I was thinking I should go back and modify my posts.
@AngelofOctober Is your power always active?
@Double I'm here.
Chapter 1.
"Right, I'll be finding you later, Shade Walker." He tucked his helmet back on.
For a moment he had disregarded the ease of the mission, or Shade Walker's perception of its ease. It was weak of him to think he'd be caught; he wouldn't do that again. He latched his helm back in place, moved to a barstool and prepared himself to wait for the others.
He took a guesstimate of how much energy he had stored. He felt half-full, should be just enough for the mission. Hopefully he'd run into some headstrong heroes who wanted nothing more than to dust off their knuckles. I should be good. I don't know why I'm so nervous.
"Right, I'll be finding you later, Shade Walker." He tucked his helmet back on.
For a moment he had disregarded the ease of the mission, or Shade Walker's perception of its ease. It was weak of him to think he'd be caught; he wouldn't do that again. He latched his helm back in place, moved to a barstool and prepared himself to wait for the others.
He took a guesstimate of how much energy he had stored. He felt half-full, should be just enough for the mission. Hopefully he'd run into some headstrong heroes who wanted nothing more than to dust off their knuckles. I should be good. I don't know why I'm so nervous.
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