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Ram

22:46

Ram checked his watch. It was later than he wanted. He had to be up early to run campaign strategies with the Congressman. He didn’t know this district overly well, but Ram remembered ‘a shortcut through an alley near here…’

His eyes rested on a familiar cut-through alleyway. ’That’s the one.’ And he darted down it, careful to keep an eye out for his surroundings. 

Miles

22:46

He slammed into the figure a little….gracelessly, though successfully tackling his target. Though...his target had gotten a little squishier. 

’No metal? What the--Oh no..’ That definitely wasn’t the metallic torso from before. ’Wait, where did he go?’ Miles panicked. 

”Woah!” He exclaimed as this Not-Purse Snatcher drug himself up from the ground, with no trace of a hole. ”Did he just...is he..?”

”Oh my God, no,” Miles shook his head, ”You’re already dead aren’t you? I’m too late…”

”What the hell was that for?”

Miles stopped, ”Oh wait...you’re not dead, are you?” He got closer and touched the man’s face. It was solid. He took a step back looked down, “I’m sorry about that Mister, I thought you were a purse snatcher I was chasing.” He took the time to look around him, noting the dingy settings. This building hadn’t been used for quite a while. The entire ground floor was clear of separating walls and the most bare debris remained in the spacious area. The entire top half of the wall of the building was lined with windows, showing the bright moon of the night. There was no one else here that Miles could see or sense. 

“You didn’t happen to see a purse snatcher come through here, did you?”

Ram

22:49

Ram found himself coming out of the alleyway, not far from one of the Larissa City Bank branches. This wasn’t necessarily the way he had meant to come out, but he’d wing it. He just needed to be home at this point. 

’Why is this area so quiet? Not even the ghosts of the city are stirring? What is this?’

He remembered this particular area didn’t have much in the name of residences and typically closed down after normal business hours, though a number of the buildings maintained security and janitorial staff. Then why did it feel so devoid of people. Instead the space seemed to be waiting, anticipating something. ’What?’

Miles

22:51

Any conversation or analyzation of what may have led the young and soon-to-be heroes to this particular nondescript building was cut short by a distinct chirping sound that filled the room for a few seconds. A beeping sound. 

“Beepbeepbeepbeep-beepbeepbeepbeep-beepbeepbeepbeepbeep!”

Miles gave the older man a wary eye before he realized it was coming from the table before them. He took a slow step toward the object, poised to defend himself. Upon nearing it though, he could see the sound was coming from a speaker in the table. ’What the…?’ On top of the table were two rectangular objects. Smart phones. 

Curiosity overtook Miles and he reached for one, unsure of what to expect at this point. Nothing in his guidebook had really covered creepy abandoned buildings while chasing a purse snatcher. Though, it seemed like something worth mentioning. The phone felt fine, but as soon he began to peer at it, the phone lit up.

“I didn’t do it!” he proclaimed as reflexes tossed the phone in the air from panic. He realized his actions and quickly scrambled to grab the phone as it began its descent to the ground, managing to swipe it just in time. ”Woops.”

He looked at the screen in time to see it flash his name.

“Good Evening, Miles Bergeron.”

Miles quickly covered the screen, pressing it against his chest. What in the world? How did it know? Who was this? Looking at it again, the phone had finished loading and was once again, unresponsive to any button commands. He picked up the other one, noting how it stayed dormant.

”Here, I think this one is probably for you.”

Ram

22:53

Ram had slowed his steps, swearing he had heard a voice just now. The voice of a child? He had to be losing his grip on sanity. Maybe the Congressman was right with his adherence to 9 hours of sleep a night. The man never missed a beat, and certainly never hallucinated a childs voice. Ram shook his head and body. He needed to take it easy the next few days. 

He was rounding the corner of the block, noting how the lights in the area seemed dimmer, when he felt it. The pureness of it shook Ram for a moment. He hadn’t felt such negativity so easily since leaving South America. His instincts took over, causing him to dive for cover. Peeking around the corner showed Ram it was two individuals standing in the center of the street, facing the Larissa City Bank. That’s where the feeling was permeating, and Ram didn’t need much more to know what he was seeing wouldn’t end well. 

They just seemed to be staring at the large bank. The lights from the columns of the building bathed them in a faint light, but even these lights seemed slightly dimmer and Ram wasn’t able to make out much of the two. 

What was going on?

Miles

22:56

There was a grunt of frustration as Miles dropped his head. 

“I give up!” He dropped the phone back on the table. Since they had turned on and given the aspiring heroes their odd messages, the phones had stayed silent. ”Clearly these things are useless.”

He eyed the other man once more, standing on his tiptoes to get his face closer. ”You sure you don’t have anything to do with this? Like,promise?”

The entire night was becoming more obscure, and he was close to calling it quits. But...what about that woman’s purse? How would he tough out the truly gritty days of hero life if he couldn’t take all of the introduction days? It sucked to say, but Miles Bergeron was in this weird night for better or worse. 

A vibrating feeling caused him to look down at his phone. It was vibrating! The screen lit up and vibrated again, someone was calling. He looked at the other male, only to see the same expression from him to his own ringing phone. With hesitation, Miles answered. ’This might not be a good idea…’

”Hello?”

A cool female voice met him. The kind of voice that you heard when leaving a voicemail...actually it sounded exactly like that.

”You were always meant for more, Miles Bergeron. And you are much more than they think you are. You have the chance to show that. A chance to start the path. Will you take it?”

“What? How do you--” Miles was interrupted by the click of the call ending. He stared at the phone in disbelief for a few second. ’Had she been talking about..?’

”You got the creepy lady call too, didn’t you?” Miles asked the older guy. 

Ram

22:58

The men had simply been standing, facing the building for the past few minutes. Doing nothing. But, Ram wasn’t leaving. He’d been a fool not listen to his gut, it was going off. There was something menacing flowing to him, tickling his senses. 

But what were they doing?

He risked creeping closer, profile low, steps light and quick. A bus stop was his first stop for cover. ’What’s going on with all of the lights?’ None in the area seemed to be on, unnerving him further. He noticed movement from the two and tensed his form.

Ren

23:00

”It’s showtime,” Ren breathed aloud. He even allowed a smile to play on his face, the sense of euphoria barely containable. “In and out, let’s not fuck it up.”

Allen knew well enough to stand back at this point, taking a quick hop a few meters away after giving a curt nod. The streets were clear as promised, and he particularly hoped the promise of the street cameras looping was fulfilled as well. The dimmed street lights seemed to be evidence of it, so Ren decided to proceed, taking a deep breath.

One of the most interesting features of the Larissa City Bank is it’s main doors. Large, grand doors paying homage to the grandeur of the roaring 20’s. The metal structures had deterred numerous thefts over the years. Throughout those years, they were refitted and added to, layers of reinforcements. It became a bit of a “thing” for the CEO’s and shareholders over the years, to be known for their near impregnable nature. The bank had been robbed/breached a total of 11 times during it’s existence. 4 of those were in the young stages of its life and “could hardly be counted” if you asked a CEO. Of the remaining 7, only two of those times had been a result of the doors physically being breached and damaged.

Ren was looking to be the cause of the third time. 

His hands jutted forward and the air around him crackled with energy, the air hot and dry. The tingle ran from his feet and ran up him, eventually channeling through the space between his arms. Energy built on energy, the heat intensified, the static grew. Flames rolled down his arms, laced with the crackle of electricity. All this energy was intoxicating. Such a release! 

’I swear this is when I’m closest to God.’

A torrent of fire and electric energy swirled around each other, launching from his hands and causing him to take a small step back. It hurled toward the door, it’s aim true. The resulting screech of metal, fire, electricity and concrete in one explosive cacophony was a violent symphony to Ren. It sounded like..

“Success.”

Miles

23:00

The explosion didn’t register in Miles’ mind for a second, his mind still focused on the eerie call. But the shaking…that brought him back. His head jolted toward the other male, searching for answer. The sound came from outside and Miles was certain it was nothing good. 

It had to be the bank, he just knew it. 

”Uh-oh…” His voiced trailed off and took a mad dash to the doors of the building, bursting out onto the street, in time to see the freshly smoldering hole of the Larissa City Bank smoking before him.

Yay for passing! *^5* not so yay for colds... Bleh. *offers chicken noodle soup*@Nemaisare

Riiiiiiiight?! I'm thinking I'll be better tomorrow, and I'm even a little hopeful that it's really just sinus infection/congestion nonsense. Luckily, I don't feel the grogginess and fuzziness that typically comes along with the cold, so I'm actually about to hammer away at that post as soon as I clear up my nose (bleh)

I'm working until 2:00pm tomorrow and then I have two days off. 

Can you believe it?

Two. Whole. Days.

I'd like to get an Evelyn post out during that time if possible. But whatever works best overall is good with me.@Tyler

Two.HOLE.days??? 

Clearly you have hit the high life and simply cannot be stopped. Let the world see that flaming pussy!

I will actually try to hammer out that aforementioned post tonight so I can collab with you tomorrow, okay?

Also, to everyone--how would you all feel about a scenario where our characters are in a dungeon type setting and split up from each other? 

What I'd want to do is let you all have free range of your areas but just PM each of you things to include in your post (I.E. "In no particular order, some areas to cross in your post are: A large snake pit set in a marble hallway, A decrepit worship area, a zombie mercenary who doubles as pornstar [can be in any room], end it with them going into a 1800's lift that's playing "Careless Whisper"). 

And I'd probably include a key item for you to find somewhere along the way. And then I'd bring all of us together in the next post or something.

Just a little something I'm tossing about

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