Ground Zero…
While skipping through the stairs down to the radio station hall, Alec somehow felt that he was missing something. Like he just had a good opportunity to be a savior but chose to ignore it. He took a glimpse of his watch while moving, before shifting his gaze towards the front door, his escape route. The watch showed 17:59. As expected, a police patrol was waiting to apprehend him just outside.
“Drop the briefcase and put your hands behind your head!”, one of the officers barked, both of them aiming their pistols at him. Miller decided to comply. Suddenly, a loud noise was heard from what seemed to be one or two blocks away, accompanied by a number of muffled screams. That caught the two officers off guard and granted the meta an opening. The moment they turned their head around, Alec grabbed his briefcase and swiftly but surely hit one of the officers in the head, instantly knocking him to the ground. He chose the fun route with the other one, disarming him of his gun first before bashing his head in the police car’s wing mirror. Blood was spilled, but nobody died.
Though it didn’t seem like it, the loud explosive noise did catch Alec’s attention too. He accommodated himself in the cruisers driver’s seat before leaning a bit close to listen to what the dispatcher has to say.
“Call to all units in the vicinity! We got a 10-80, Disney Concert Hall!”, the woman spoke in a rather unconcerned tone. Either being cold blooded was a requirement to be a dispatcher, or she didn’t understand the gravity of the situation.
Soon as he heard the call, Alec started the engine and made a run for it. Ever since he returned from his short vacation, things started moving a lot faster. Or maybe they always moved at this same pace, he wasn’t sure. The car was a police one, so he wasn’t as vigilant this time; he kept navigating through tight spaces, lightly bumping into other cars all just so that he could save some time and reach the place before things would get out of hand. A 10-80 is a police code for an explosion, so an explosion of that magnitude must have left a lot of civilian casualties.
By the time he arrived at the location, the damage had already been done. The police vehicle and the entire Disney Concert Hall had something in common; they were both wrecked beyond repair. Whoever did this was a meta, and a powerful one at that. What came close to surprising Alec was that there were other metas on the sites who were aiding the protester, even though the protesters weren’t reciprocating.
Out of all the most horrible scenarios Alec had witnessed, and that’s a long list of events, seeing a meta attempt to evacuate civilians while being greeted with a barrage of rocks from the same people he’s trying to spare was the most painful one. It was an enormous waste of time and energy.
But of course, the ungratefulness of a group doesn’t reflect the stance that the entire society has on metahumans. Even though overwhelmed, Alec still believed that they could come to a mutual agreement, always if there is a war prevented.
His pondering was interrupted by the sound of sirens in the distance. The cavalry was coming, which meant it was time for the hero to make himself scarce.
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All you need to know about me is this.
I'm 17. Male. Born and raised in a country which you've probably never heard of. I've been RPing since quite a while, and I'm not very proud of that. My first RP experiences were in Chatango, where I fumbled with words like a timid inmate in a prison shower. Looking back at it, my Chatango escapades were pretty cringe worthy, but then again I'll probably feel the same about my RPG escapades when I look back at them 10 years from now, in the comfort of my bayside yacht while Playboy bunnies rub my hairless chest (to be clear, I don't have a medical condition that prevents hair from coming out, but I figure I'll be rich enough to wax them in a weekly basis by then). Hell, ten seconds after I'm done with this, I'll probably regret it. Hard.
Anyway, onto my preferences.
You may find my preferences pretty specific, honestly. It's also the main reason why I have been struggling to get an RP going for several years now. Actually, just one. Just one year. But I digress. I dislike medieval fantasy settings, which, much to my dismay, make 60 percent of this guild. I dislike most fandom-related RPs. Same goes to the multiverse ones. Unless you're going with a really original take on the series, there's a chance that I won't be interested in it. I am not one for Nation RPs, although I can see the appeal. This has less to do with me not liking it, and more with me being inept at managing a country. If, by any chance, you've got a modern conspiracy RP or anything where the government (or a powerful organization of the likes) is wrecking havoc, I'm in. I know what you might be thinking; "This guy's a fucking weirdo". Yeah, well there's a likelihood that you've been in this Guild more than me, so who the fuck are you to judge? I just like modern military RPs. My book shelf is filled with Tom Clancy novels, Robert Ludlum, Mr. Ian Motherfucking Fleming, the man who started it all - I'm addicted to this shit. I don't mind it if there's a slight blend of fantasy/sci-fi in it, if you've got an RP which matches what I just described, feel free to PM me with a link. Mystery also happens to be my cup of tea.
I've also been trying to broaden my horizon recently, so I have no problem with joining RPs which up until yesterday I considered out of my safe zone. I've always been a fan of superhero/superpower RPs, as long as they're gritty and grounded. Slice of life, romance - turns out I actually enjoy that stuff. They allow me to let loose my inner teenager. I'm currently in a zombie RP which hasn't started yet, so while there's no telling how much I'll enjoy it, I can, again, see the appeal. I can adjust myself to playing a plethora of different male characters; psychos, cowards, badasses, et cetera, but I can't play women for some reason. Before someone labels me a sexist, trust me, it's not because of that.
So, this is me. Again, if you have any RP that you think I might like, throw it in. I'll take a look. No promises.
I'm 17. Male. Born and raised in a country which you've probably never heard of. I've been RPing since quite a while, and I'm not very proud of that. My first RP experiences were in Chatango, where I fumbled with words like a timid inmate in a prison shower. Looking back at it, my Chatango escapades were pretty cringe worthy, but then again I'll probably feel the same about my RPG escapades when I look back at them 10 years from now, in the comfort of my bayside yacht while Playboy bunnies rub my hairless chest (to be clear, I don't have a medical condition that prevents hair from coming out, but I figure I'll be rich enough to wax them in a weekly basis by then). Hell, ten seconds after I'm done with this, I'll probably regret it. Hard.
Anyway, onto my preferences.
You may find my preferences pretty specific, honestly. It's also the main reason why I have been struggling to get an RP going for several years now. Actually, just one. Just one year. But I digress. I dislike medieval fantasy settings, which, much to my dismay, make 60 percent of this guild. I dislike most fandom-related RPs. Same goes to the multiverse ones. Unless you're going with a really original take on the series, there's a chance that I won't be interested in it. I am not one for Nation RPs, although I can see the appeal. This has less to do with me not liking it, and more with me being inept at managing a country. If, by any chance, you've got a modern conspiracy RP or anything where the government (or a powerful organization of the likes) is wrecking havoc, I'm in. I know what you might be thinking; "This guy's a fucking weirdo". Yeah, well there's a likelihood that you've been in this Guild more than me, so who the fuck are you to judge? I just like modern military RPs. My book shelf is filled with Tom Clancy novels, Robert Ludlum, Mr. Ian Motherfucking Fleming, the man who started it all - I'm addicted to this shit. I don't mind it if there's a slight blend of fantasy/sci-fi in it, if you've got an RP which matches what I just described, feel free to PM me with a link. Mystery also happens to be my cup of tea.
I've also been trying to broaden my horizon recently, so I have no problem with joining RPs which up until yesterday I considered out of my safe zone. I've always been a fan of superhero/superpower RPs, as long as they're gritty and grounded. Slice of life, romance - turns out I actually enjoy that stuff. They allow me to let loose my inner teenager. I'm currently in a zombie RP which hasn't started yet, so while there's no telling how much I'll enjoy it, I can, again, see the appeal. I can adjust myself to playing a plethora of different male characters; psychos, cowards, badasses, et cetera, but I can't play women for some reason. Before someone labels me a sexist, trust me, it's not because of that.
So, this is me. Again, if you have any RP that you think I might like, throw it in. I'll take a look. No promises.
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That figures. Nice way to make a connection. Was it planned all along or did you just see an opening and thought 'hmm, maybe we could..?'
Did Caro reveal the names of the mercs already?
A lot of things from the first Arc have been left unresolved. And I agree with Acer; you
got a maniac who blew up crowds of protesters and law enforcement officers. Elijah
should be the least of your worries for now.
got a maniac who blew up crowds of protesters and law enforcement officers. Elijah
should be the least of your worries for now.
Since we're here, we may as well mess around for a bit. What was the inspiration behind
your respective character(s)? I'll start first.
Mine borrowed some of the Winter Soldier's appearance traits, the rest of the influences
were mostly anime: his matter-of-fact attitude inspired a lot by Kakashi Hatake from
the Naruto series while some of his ideals and beliefs (which are yet to be expanded) are
based on Emiya Kiritsugu's from Fate/Zero.
your respective character(s)? I'll start first.
Mine borrowed some of the Winter Soldier's appearance traits, the rest of the influences
were mostly anime: his matter-of-fact attitude inspired a lot by Kakashi Hatake from
the Naruto series while some of his ideals and beliefs (which are yet to be expanded) are
based on Emiya Kiritsugu's from Fate/Zero.
Also, to whoever that said there hasn't been any killing for a while, if Nightingale and Elijah don't play well, there might be a clash between my character and the duo pretty soon. He's gonna be overwhelmed, but that's how I like my characters; overwhelmed, old and deep down on their piss and blood by the end of the Arc.
Dun!
This post was more action-packed.
This post was more action-packed.
The Tape..
The atmosphere downtown was pretty dense. Every street, every corner, every goddamn hole was covered by protesters, especially the streets leading to the Walt Disney Concert Hall. Alec was compelled to ditch his vehicle and a walk a few blocks. He wasn’t worried about it being stolen, as any attempt to break a bulletproof glass such as that of a Sandcat is futile and may result in a broken hand. What bugged him was the fact that in times of crisis such as these, people were on the lookout for slightly strange faces. If anyone from the crowd somehow connected Alec to metahumans through his noticeably odd eyes, he’d probably end up lynched or worse.
Miller took cover in an alley as an incoming crowd of protester marched through, his briefcase positioned a few inches to his right. He scanned the passer-bys with his penetrative vision. The splitting headache reminded him that it was quite a while since he last used it. Fortunately for him, the last person on the marching crowd had a pair of sunglasses in his jeans’ back pocket, indistinguishable by his large shirt which almost reached to his knees. Kids these days.
He lunged at the unsuspecting young man and grabbed him by his neck, violently throwing him at the dark alley. His cries for help were overwhelmed by the passing crowd’s unison rambling. A light bump in the head was all it took for Alec to render the poor man unconscious. He rolled him over, took his sunglasses and threw him a 100 dollar bill as an apology for the inconvenience. On his way off the crime scene, he grabbed his precious briefcase.
Next stop; LA’s local news station.
One way or another, Alec was determined to bring the TV man down, not because it would benefit his government but because it would benefit him and the rest of the metahumans. His only lead was the broadcast video, but he needed to get a closer look at it. That’s why he decided to raid the local news station.
The ‘local’ in news station wasn’t exaggerated at all. They were really local, as in a low-security medium-sized building kind of local. Alec’s black briefcase, his scars, his sunglasses obviously raised suspicion on the two guards who were guarding the front door. He did fit the Hollywood profile of a terrorist. One of the guards requested he tosses the briefcase on the ground while the other began to do a body search. As soon as the first guard kneeled down to inspect the briefcase, Miller swiftly moved his feet toward his face, sending two of the guard’s teeth flying in a stream of blood. His partner tried to react, but the decorated war hero was faster. An elbow to the back of his head and he fell down like a heavy sack of potatoes.
Soon as he went through the front door, Miller reached his gun out of it’s holster and fired two shots in the air. It was enough to make the people inside the site run in fear, including the receptionist. Normally, he’d have to worry about attracting the cops, but today it wasn’t much of a problem as the protests would surely slow down their response. All he had to do was find the Master Control Room and do a closer inspection of the tape.
After opening every door and running on every remaining employee (who remained on the station either because they didn’t understand what was going on or because the shit they just took was gravitating them to the ground), Alec finally found the Master Control Room. He closed the door and used everything ranging from chairs to stereos to block it. A quick search on the archive cabinet was more than enough for Alec to find the broadcast tape. He held it with his hands for a second before finally displaying it on a small screen in front.
Approximately five minutes had passed, and Alec was still messing with the controls. He kept rewinding a specific part of the tape, the one where Nightingale and Elijah were shown to make a truce. He was into something, but he just didn’t know what it was yet. It was about time he activated Cerebro; rational mode. Rational mode could detect small, trivial things that were always there. That small, trivial thing in this case came in the form of a figure, quite possibly a child, hiding on the background. It was impossible to make out who he/she was, but he was willing to bet he was either associated with one of the metahumans shown in the tape, or he was working under the TV man’s orders. He was hoping it was the former, since tracking the metahuman couple was easier, especially if one of them was a government registered superhero.
The atmosphere downtown was pretty dense. Every street, every corner, every goddamn hole was covered by protesters, especially the streets leading to the Walt Disney Concert Hall. Alec was compelled to ditch his vehicle and a walk a few blocks. He wasn’t worried about it being stolen, as any attempt to break a bulletproof glass such as that of a Sandcat is futile and may result in a broken hand. What bugged him was the fact that in times of crisis such as these, people were on the lookout for slightly strange faces. If anyone from the crowd somehow connected Alec to metahumans through his noticeably odd eyes, he’d probably end up lynched or worse.
Miller took cover in an alley as an incoming crowd of protester marched through, his briefcase positioned a few inches to his right. He scanned the passer-bys with his penetrative vision. The splitting headache reminded him that it was quite a while since he last used it. Fortunately for him, the last person on the marching crowd had a pair of sunglasses in his jeans’ back pocket, indistinguishable by his large shirt which almost reached to his knees. Kids these days.
He lunged at the unsuspecting young man and grabbed him by his neck, violently throwing him at the dark alley. His cries for help were overwhelmed by the passing crowd’s unison rambling. A light bump in the head was all it took for Alec to render the poor man unconscious. He rolled him over, took his sunglasses and threw him a 100 dollar bill as an apology for the inconvenience. On his way off the crime scene, he grabbed his precious briefcase.
Next stop; LA’s local news station.
One way or another, Alec was determined to bring the TV man down, not because it would benefit his government but because it would benefit him and the rest of the metahumans. His only lead was the broadcast video, but he needed to get a closer look at it. That’s why he decided to raid the local news station.
The ‘local’ in news station wasn’t exaggerated at all. They were really local, as in a low-security medium-sized building kind of local. Alec’s black briefcase, his scars, his sunglasses obviously raised suspicion on the two guards who were guarding the front door. He did fit the Hollywood profile of a terrorist. One of the guards requested he tosses the briefcase on the ground while the other began to do a body search. As soon as the first guard kneeled down to inspect the briefcase, Miller swiftly moved his feet toward his face, sending two of the guard’s teeth flying in a stream of blood. His partner tried to react, but the decorated war hero was faster. An elbow to the back of his head and he fell down like a heavy sack of potatoes.
Soon as he went through the front door, Miller reached his gun out of it’s holster and fired two shots in the air. It was enough to make the people inside the site run in fear, including the receptionist. Normally, he’d have to worry about attracting the cops, but today it wasn’t much of a problem as the protests would surely slow down their response. All he had to do was find the Master Control Room and do a closer inspection of the tape.
After opening every door and running on every remaining employee (who remained on the station either because they didn’t understand what was going on or because the shit they just took was gravitating them to the ground), Alec finally found the Master Control Room. He closed the door and used everything ranging from chairs to stereos to block it. A quick search on the archive cabinet was more than enough for Alec to find the broadcast tape. He held it with his hands for a second before finally displaying it on a small screen in front.
Approximately five minutes had passed, and Alec was still messing with the controls. He kept rewinding a specific part of the tape, the one where Nightingale and Elijah were shown to make a truce. He was into something, but he just didn’t know what it was yet. It was about time he activated Cerebro; rational mode. Rational mode could detect small, trivial things that were always there. That small, trivial thing in this case came in the form of a figure, quite possibly a child, hiding on the background. It was impossible to make out who he/she was, but he was willing to bet he was either associated with one of the metahumans shown in the tape, or he was working under the TV man’s orders. He was hoping it was the former, since tracking the metahuman couple was easier, especially if one of them was a government registered superhero.
My god you guys took off pretty quickly! I gotta keep up.
Making a post ASAP!
Making a post ASAP!
My hunt for the TV man is also going to involve Nightingale and Cedric, so Roze better
be around when stuff gets heavy.
be around when stuff gets heavy.
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