An hour passed by as Jack leaned lazily near the second story window of the shabby hotel room where he kept a close watch on the theatre across from him. Reverting back to original form for fear of pushing himself too much, he couldn't help but get partially lost in his thoughts about the whole killswitch situation. "What sick bastard hides out at a theatre?" He asked himself, instantly remembering the original message he left for all to see dressed like the phantom of the opera. "Oh right..." Realizing the kind of person he may have to deal with if he decided to go down there. "Prolly some pompous asshole with too much money and a flair for the dramatic... prolly never took that tacky robe thing off either." He muttered with a self amused grin. Sticking his hand in his jacket pocket he forgot he still had that guys broken phone with him, slowly cursing the fact that he couldn't manage to recover anything from it. The touch screen was cracked to bits and looks like it shorted out from the jolt.
His momentary distraction with the broken phone caused him to jump in suprise as he noticed a rather pecuilarly dressed little girl staring directly at him from across the theatre. After a brief second of locking eyes she managed to dart inhumanly fast up to his room. "Fuck!" He muttered, kicking himself for dropping his guard. Jack kept his cool best he could when the little girl appeared right in his door less than a couple seconds later.
"Master Valco demands your presence immediately, do you comply?"
Its a robot, fucking robots... Jack kept his cool and lazily looked over his shoulder to the eerily still little android. "Master Valco huh? He the one who created you by any chance?" Jack leaned off the wall and kept his hands in his pockets, slowly turning towards the girl as if attempting to address her. "Such attention to detail ill say that. That dress really brings out the serious and emotionless look in your eyes." He said sarcastically. Scanning the room for the means of escape proved useless since the only exit aside from the entrance the girl was standing near was the window. "But why a little girl? Your maker has quite the Lolita fetish don't he? Kinda creepy if you ask me.... add a foot of height and a couple years under ya and I may of gave my stamp of approval!" Jack kept talking to the lifeless robot as he attempted to think up a plan. Playing with the phone in his pocket he finally thought up something and pulled it out to show the little girl.
"Nice lil phone I got here right? Got it off one of Valco's wallet chuckin lakeys." Tossing the phone lightly in his hand he mustered every bit of acting he could throughout all the years trained with them as well as recon and intel with the Army. "Its pretty amazing the tech nowadays, I mean your the perfect example of how far we gone to disguise the most dangerous things to look mundane and homely. One wouldn't think twice to let their guard down around you... so wouldn't you think the same about these little guys?" He said pointing nonchalantly at the broken hunk of junk. "Just so happens I kept in touch with another Operative who is quite the hacker. With a little bit O' his magic and he managed to pull every bit O' info from this little phone as well as every phone its been in contact with in the last 24 hours." Jack would of been nominated for a grammy just for the devious smile he released upon the little girl. "I'm willing to bet good Ol' Massuh Valco has a snazzy piece of tech sittin in a satin lined pocket by his side too don't he?" He leaned forward staring right down into the androids emotionless eyes. "He's got so much intel on you guys he knows what brand of golden trimmed skivvies your massuh wears to bed at night, and if he don't hear back from me within the hour that intel will be leaked to everyone with so much as a first gen iphone."
And the award for best actor goes to..
Jack stood straight up and walked back towards the window. "I'm leaving here on my own two feet, tell that flamboyant jedi that if he hits that KSP his late nights at the Opera are over!" With a quick draw of his pistol he aimed at the android and fired three times then took his collapsed baton and busted the window before jumping out himself. The hard concrete sidewalk was no fun to land on from the second story and he fell with quite the thud but managed to roll through it without too much effort. Jack then bolted for the most crowded area and ditched his oversized jacket full of cash and tossed it in the air scattering the bills like confetti on New years. If the gunshots and broken window didn't cause enough commotion to draw cops and deter the android from giving chase, than the hundreds of people scattering to pick up the thousands of dollars would surely cause enough stir and time for him to mimic and dissapear.
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I'll get a post up as soon as I get a PM back about a certain little pesky android that Est sent after me lol
As believable as a bunch of super powered secret operatives plotting to take over the world can be :)
Seriously though, its rare to get so many amazing writers in one game. Hopefully this game will last, finished games are so rare its like seeing a unicorn in a grocery store...
Seriously though, its rare to get so many amazing writers in one game. Hopefully this game will last, finished games are so rare its like seeing a unicorn in a grocery store...
*pokes thread with stick
Umm is it dead?
Umm is it dead?
Lol damn you sniped me with an edit. Posted btw sry ifis long, I like writhing this character :)
It wasn't a far drive for Jack, he was already in Brooklyn when the broadcast went off. Upon leaving from the mayors, taking a short detour to his apartment to change into some better fitting clothes. A nice pair of black slacks, satin long sleeve shirt and glossy black boots topping off with a form fitting leather jacket made him look more like he was going to a club rather than to some nutjob with a "kill everything" button with a potluck of superfriends that could potentially ruin his day with a well timed bullet to the noggin... or worse. Shuddering at the memory of what some of the other Operatives could do. On his way out he stuffed a retractable baton in one of his boots and his trusty Ace-in-the-hole in a hidden pocket in his jacket. The leather was too thick for anyone who does a random patdown could feel anything and it was still quick to grab just in case.
7am- New York
The train screeched to a halt and like every other Joe Shmoe Jack hustled his way to certain doom. His Training took over and already he felt the rush of the good ol days come back to him. He couldn't help but keep a slight smirk over his mug as he started on his first objective. Not being stupid enough to just wander around until some crackshot paints a red dot on his head like a haji at a hallal stand... no, he would keep an eye for any other operatives first. Change his face every so often and see who come to town. His first candidate for a face change was up ahead, a buddhist monk giving out bracelets at the turnstop. Buying some cheap budda beads and a quick handshake thanks gave him all he needed to dip someplace dark and switch to a rather well dressed asian. Throwin on a quick pair of shades he lifted from a passerby and he was incognito.
It wasn't long after he left the subway and got himself to the surface that he saw quite the familiar face with an all too happy look sitting at a nearby bench. "Cheshire..." Muttering under his breath hoping nobody heard. Flashbacks of her... unique attitude reminded him all to well on how dangerous she could be. Nobody would expect a dainty little thing that prefers to skip than walk jam you in the neck with a spike. Jack stayed out of sight and relaxed near a streetside pizza place with a few tables set outside. Ordering a slice he waited patiently to see whom this cat was waiting for and it wasn't long before some nervous looking fellow spotted her and made his way through the foot traffic to hand her a wallet, obviously not hers. This was his chance, taking note of which way Cheshire headed after leaving he proceeded to follow his new target willing to bet he had more than one wallet on him. Sure enough the man dipped into a side alley and dipped into a small dufflebag where he pulled out a cell and a handfull of other wallets sorting through ID's while chatting with whoevers on the other end of that cell.
With a quick sprint Jack yanked his baton out of his boot and pinned the guy against the wall, the man panicked and accidently dropped the cell breaking it. "Fuck! Man, what the hell?" The man spat as he squirmed against the damp brick wall. "Shut up and face the wall!" Jack said calmly twisting the mans wrist around until he obliged. "What I do man? I'm just following orders..."-"shut up! You packing?" Jack didn't wait for a response as he started to pat the guy down... nothing. Jack was half in disbelief before he grabbed the dufflebag and opened it up. Wallets... a shitload of them, all with different ID's and tons of cash. They all had a similar note in them to directions to the same place. Jack gave a smirk as he turned the guy around and gave a light smack to the guys face. "Thanks for the wallets bud, I'll be taking over from here ok?" Jack said while his face morphed from a old asian man into a middle aged caucasian with short blond hair and blue eyes. Mimicing the man right in front of him. "Time for a nap now okay?" A quick flick of his wrist and the heavy club gave a satisfying thud against the mans temple. If he was dead or simply unconcious he didn't know or even care.
Grabbing the dufflebag as well as the broken cell phone he made his way to a small motel within sight of the building that said meeting was about to go down and took inventory of the contents in the dufflebag. There were numerous wallets with ID's inside and Jack took note of all of them. This guy (whomever he was) had names and photos of quite a few operatives as well as enough cash to wet their wistles and still leave them wanting more. Stuffing a few grand in his cargo pocket and stashing the rest along with the now memorised ID's in the celing tiles of the two star hotel. Jack decided it better to sit and wait, keep surveilance on the building and check off whomever goes in. No sense walking into a trap just yet... and if the Robed weirdo decides to hit the button, than he's got steady intel that can be held in the cloud with just one call to a very loyal mayor that can ruin the Hood's day as well as the names and faces of quite a few operatives. "If I get put down, at least Ill have good company in hell..." He joked, watching out the window with a pair of newly bought binoculars to see who goes down the rabbit hole.
7am- New York
The train screeched to a halt and like every other Joe Shmoe Jack hustled his way to certain doom. His Training took over and already he felt the rush of the good ol days come back to him. He couldn't help but keep a slight smirk over his mug as he started on his first objective. Not being stupid enough to just wander around until some crackshot paints a red dot on his head like a haji at a hallal stand... no, he would keep an eye for any other operatives first. Change his face every so often and see who come to town. His first candidate for a face change was up ahead, a buddhist monk giving out bracelets at the turnstop. Buying some cheap budda beads and a quick handshake thanks gave him all he needed to dip someplace dark and switch to a rather well dressed asian. Throwin on a quick pair of shades he lifted from a passerby and he was incognito.
It wasn't long after he left the subway and got himself to the surface that he saw quite the familiar face with an all too happy look sitting at a nearby bench. "Cheshire..." Muttering under his breath hoping nobody heard. Flashbacks of her... unique attitude reminded him all to well on how dangerous she could be. Nobody would expect a dainty little thing that prefers to skip than walk jam you in the neck with a spike. Jack stayed out of sight and relaxed near a streetside pizza place with a few tables set outside. Ordering a slice he waited patiently to see whom this cat was waiting for and it wasn't long before some nervous looking fellow spotted her and made his way through the foot traffic to hand her a wallet, obviously not hers. This was his chance, taking note of which way Cheshire headed after leaving he proceeded to follow his new target willing to bet he had more than one wallet on him. Sure enough the man dipped into a side alley and dipped into a small dufflebag where he pulled out a cell and a handfull of other wallets sorting through ID's while chatting with whoevers on the other end of that cell.
With a quick sprint Jack yanked his baton out of his boot and pinned the guy against the wall, the man panicked and accidently dropped the cell breaking it. "Fuck! Man, what the hell?" The man spat as he squirmed against the damp brick wall. "Shut up and face the wall!" Jack said calmly twisting the mans wrist around until he obliged. "What I do man? I'm just following orders..."-"shut up! You packing?" Jack didn't wait for a response as he started to pat the guy down... nothing. Jack was half in disbelief before he grabbed the dufflebag and opened it up. Wallets... a shitload of them, all with different ID's and tons of cash. They all had a similar note in them to directions to the same place. Jack gave a smirk as he turned the guy around and gave a light smack to the guys face. "Thanks for the wallets bud, I'll be taking over from here ok?" Jack said while his face morphed from a old asian man into a middle aged caucasian with short blond hair and blue eyes. Mimicing the man right in front of him. "Time for a nap now okay?" A quick flick of his wrist and the heavy club gave a satisfying thud against the mans temple. If he was dead or simply unconcious he didn't know or even care.
Grabbing the dufflebag as well as the broken cell phone he made his way to a small motel within sight of the building that said meeting was about to go down and took inventory of the contents in the dufflebag. There were numerous wallets with ID's inside and Jack took note of all of them. This guy (whomever he was) had names and photos of quite a few operatives as well as enough cash to wet their wistles and still leave them wanting more. Stuffing a few grand in his cargo pocket and stashing the rest along with the now memorised ID's in the celing tiles of the two star hotel. Jack decided it better to sit and wait, keep surveilance on the building and check off whomever goes in. No sense walking into a trap just yet... and if the Robed weirdo decides to hit the button, than he's got steady intel that can be held in the cloud with just one call to a very loyal mayor that can ruin the Hood's day as well as the names and faces of quite a few operatives. "If I get put down, at least Ill have good company in hell..." He joked, watching out the window with a pair of newly bought binoculars to see who goes down the rabbit hole.
Ok sry I'll get something up sometime today as soon aspossible
looks badass XD I'm a huge fan of lizardfolk fanart myself. I personally think the tail is fine albeit maybe a little longer with a thicker tip like that of a bearded dragon or water dragon. I love the head and jowel proportion tho and dig the way the abdomen sweeps right into the tail section.
Wouldn't mind a sketch for Rook if your up for it. I was thinking more lean than athletic. And about 5' 11". He would prolly be boring to draw since he's so normal looking lol
Wouldn't mind a sketch for Rook if your up for it. I was thinking more lean than athletic. And about 5' 11". He would prolly be boring to draw since he's so normal looking lol
Aren't we missing Alter and Eidiya? Or are they enemies or something?
I'm suprised I haven't seen more people post yet. I figured this would have 30+ posts by now
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