Tuxedo Fox — Roleplayer Guild

Hey everybody-Here is an updated version of the post so far: I really want Rage to colab in on this but at the same time if everyone thinks there is plenty here I will just go ahead and throw up what I got. Just let me know what yall think:
@Mr Rage@Kidd@The Kraken@Amelian Draco

"All clear down here, send it down." The familiar voice of Kennedy crackled to life within Bushwhackers ear. 

"Vir-iiiiiiiiiiiip" The distinct noise of the catwalk Bushwhacker stood upon could be heard as he made his decent down to the ground floor. More then once he had to keep himself from stopping the lift. 

Eventually the large window cleaning unit came to rest mere inches above the blackened asphalt the entire group of newcomers stood upon. Before hopping off his detective like mind couldn't help but take a few key notes, most importantly of which were:

1-Minuteman, arguably one of the physically most threatening members of the group, followed behind Lillah like some kind of animal she had been kicking each day for the better part of a month-that is to say his eyes spoke of some unfathomable loyalty. At least that's what Bushwhacker though in his quick nanosecond like assessment of the man. He made a mental note to bring it up with Lillah later.
2-His old friend(?) The Maker was in fact not only unscathed from the previous battle moments ago but had also survived the previous massacre at The Star Hotel-something Bushwhacker had been agonizing over for the better part of two weeks; wholeheartedly blaming himself for The Makers apparent death that had takein place in the ensuing chaos weeks ago.
3-Sign post girl struck a cord in him-quickly he knew he would be spending the remainder of the night poring over his vast database on criminals in the attempt to satisfy this sixth sense that said she was indeed trouble.
4-Liam (Although he didn't know that was his name yet) looked like some kid doing his best to play soldier-but then again he was still alive when over three fourths of the city was out shambling on the streets eating people. He hated to admit it but he had to give the nervous looking kid credit. He was also 90 percent sure this kid had no powers-there was just a certain way non powered individuals carried themselves and he had long ago mastered the art of spotting the differences. And then there was his partner-
5-David. Bushwhacker recognized the man immediately-he had a particular disdain for rogue heroes afterall. But this was a different world and he could use all the fire power (no pun intended) to help the community he envisioned. So if he was willing to follow rules Bushwhacker decided he was more then willing to allow him to stay.

All these thoughts seem to simultaneously barrel through his head like a bullet train in the blink of an eye.

In a somewhat impressive display he hopped over the railing on the lift with one arm while his other hand clutched his deadly rifle. Quickly straightening himself up as his boots hit the ground he leveled the rifle up without pointing it at anyone directly; the message was clear though, he was ready to shoot.
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(Vivian)
Vivian was ignorant to Kansas City and its local heroes. Otherwise, the merciless and deadly hero would send a chill up the woman's spine. Blissfully unaware of his reputation, however, she watched Bushwhacker descend with a bored gaze. What did make her uncomfortable, though, was the fact that the hero count grew with everyone she met. Be cool, she thought to herself, leaning lazily on her street sign. No one even knew her name yet, and she was confident there was little to no suspicion toward her. 
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(Bushwhacker)
His eyes focused solely on The Maker. “That...That really you?” He reached out as if to touch William, but then seemed to change his mind and instead pointed his rifle Williams way-his eyes looking at his old friend in a way that could only be described as accusing.

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(Tod)
Tod had been staying behind Lillah during the whole encounter with Bushwhacker-when the man finished his sentence by raising his rifle towards the man he now knew as William every part of him wanted to stand in the path of the possible bullet. Instead he stood glued in place, his eyes just visible over Lillahs shoulder. The way he stared at Bushwhacker looked like a madman fully coming to the realization of true danger in front of him.

He clenched his fists while gritting his teeth. “You just say the word...” He whispered for only Lillah to hear.

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(Lillah)
Lillah put her hand up to respond with a silent "relax" as her light eyes flickered between Bushwhacker and William. However, she was tense with the same instinct: protect this guy from Bushwhacker. She didn't dare reach for her gun, but she tried speaking despite MinuteMan breathing down her neck. "Bushwhacker, he's fine. At least let him speak before threatening to shoot him," she said carefully. Despite the heavy atmosphere, she spoke with confidence; and despite her loyalty, she knew she and Bushwhacker rarely saw eye to eye and both saw psychotic tendencies in the other. 
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(Bushwhacker)
Bushwhacker blinked a few times at Lillah through his thick leather mask before finally lowering the rifle. “Right then.” He spoke like he hadn't just been pointing a gun at the man, his attention still fully fixed on William. “How the hell are you still alive? Last I saw there were four Runners chasing you across the fucking parking lot?” He didn't come out and say it but part of him was worried William wasn't really there. But then everyone else saw him, right?
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