Vilhelm

Vigil

Vigil

This will be a mafia-based RP. I'll be honest- the idea is mostly based on my interest in the new Daredevil series. Of course, not -directly- based on it. The loose idea, however, shall be close.

This will be either a small or large group depending on interest gathered. -One- person, will be "The Vigilante". This person will be allowed to be a total badass. They will not have superpowers. But mega-badassery is definitely allowed. I myself will be playing the Mafia-boss. Not sure who that'll be yet, or what nationality the mafia will take- That'll also be a group choice thing. Italian, German, Russian. All fun groups. The goal of the RP? War between one man, and an entire mafia in a fictional city. There will be no set outcome. Maybe the mafia will win, and mount the vigilante's head on a spike. Maybe the vigilante will win, and the mafia will crumble. Only time will tell!

Casual-Advanced writing level is appreciated. I myself am bad about fluctuating post-length. Sometimes I'll barely manage two paragraphs, other times I'll write a wall. All depends on the situation and mood- I get that. But on average, a paragraph or two of well structured, comprehensible writing is good.

Let's see that interest folks!

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

Sorry that took so long. WOund up falling asleep before I could post it. XD

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

Tasi gave a semi-amused grunt at Jek's actions- And his words.
"Doesn't need to be heavy on an open-mic mercenary channel. Nice shooting, Salarian."

As he spoke, he moved the images patching through Roman's suit-cams to one corner of his visor, the rest taken up by his scope's thermals, linking which image went with which shape, carefully taking aim and firing off a pair of shots- Both ripping through the wrists of a pair of assailants, crippling them without causing their death- It always helped to have a person or two to question later, right?

"If anybody has one handy, might I suggest a disruptor grenade? Might make this bloodbath go a little faster so we can all shake hands."

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

I should be able to post today or tomorrow- Assuming nobody else wishes to go first?

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

There we go.

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

Tasi watched with minor disinterest as the flood of new bodies and the bangs of gunfire made their way into his awareness. Casually, he reattached the scope to his rifle, chuckling softly.
"What was that you were saying about it not being a set up, human? Really, somebody -do- lend me their suit cameras. I'd rather avoid hitting any of you."

This did not, however, stop him from firing off a pair of shots, one after the other, a quick two seconds between each- The Black Widow took a moment to chamber, after all. Each shot took one of the invading 'assassins' in the head or neck, dropping them as fast as it takes for a pin to fall, the edges of their helmets, along with their skin beneath and the holes in the walls where the rounds had come through, all burning away from the incendiary rounds used. He didn't risk any further shots, waiting for somebody to give him a clearer view of the inside. Thermals were only reliable for basic shape, after all. And he didn't want to drop his fellow mercenaries by mistake.

The Continental

I rushed that post a little bit because I have a dentists appointment, but I figured I may as well get the ball rolling. Sorry if it's a bit sloppy and long winded. >.<

The Continental

James laid back on the top of a semi truck lazily, staring at the brilliant stars so high above. The breeze brought on by the truck's motion felt excellent, and for now, he decided he could savor it. After all, there was at least another block before he reached his target's home... So saying, he slipped in his headphones, setting his phone to loop a few of his favorite songs- Mostly jazz... Or classic rock.

Some five minutes later, a small sixth sense in the back of his mind suggested he was close to his target- And with that thought in mind, he quite simply rolled off of the edge of the truck. What with city traffic, they were hardly moving more than five or six miles an hour, making the landing a smooth and easy roll onto the sidewalk for him. Didn't even lose his headphones~. Just ahead, he saw the building he was after- A large apartment tower, owned and operated by one of the many crime families of New York. The Second in Command of this particular family lived right up at the top, of course.... Which, James thought, was going to make this -excessively- enjoyable. There was no need for subtlety this day- Anybody who worked for the hotel, worked for the family. They would be hostile, and he would have no qualms with... Putting them down.

So saying, he drew a long knife from his boot with his right hand, and unholstered a silenced pistol from under his jacket with his left, holding the two unobtrusively at thigh level and strolling casually into the tower, flashing a smile to the doorman... And promptly spearing him through the side of the neck with his knife, cutting off his vocal cords before ripping forward to sever both jugulars and his esophagus in one stroke. The man behind the main desk found a trio of bullets in his chest and head before he had any kind of time to react- Not the best grouping, perhaps, but it was definitely enough to kill. That was two down. Now for the -rest- of the building.

The following half hour was a blur in James' mind- A blur of climbing, killing, slipping in and out of cover, and generally having an absolute blast. By the time he reached the top floor, he had his fair share of wounds to show for it- A bloody graze through suit and skin on his left shoulder, a shallow stab wound- And slash wound- on his hip, neither having cut deep enough to reach bone, though the muscle certainly brought on pain. None of this, however, compared to the two dozen or so dead bodies he left in his wake on the way up. Now all that remained was his actual target. He stood before the door and cracked his neck with a soft sigh- Before hammering his heel into the door, just above the handle. It crashed open with a ear-splitting crack, sending a few small chunks of wood soaring across the penthouse room behind it. James was quick to follow those chunks, darting inside and discarding his pistol, instead drawing a second longknife, both held easily backhand as he slid to a halt in the not-so-covering cover of a wall.

"Helllooooooo Mister Teddy. My name is James Wight. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

A gunshot rang out, and plaster went flying just beside James' head, followed by a voice.
"What the fuck are you talking about you freak!?"

James' grin widened, and he whipped around from behind the wall, sending one of the knives soaring across the open space between himself and the outline of another man. It whipped end over end once, twice... The buried itself in the man's shoulder, right in that wonderful soft spot wherein laid the clavicle artery. Sure, he'd been aiming for the -neck-. But this worked too. Gave him time to have fun with it. The man- Apparently called Teddy- dropped to his knees with a groan of pain- And made the mistake of wrenching the knife free, only speeding up the brief time it would take for him to bleed out now.
"That was just a reference to an old movie. The Princess Bride. An old favorite of mine, really. I'm -actually- here because I'm getting paid... Well, a lot of money to make sure you stop breathing innnnn... Three... Two.... And one!"
The cheery tone behind his words were what made it rather disturbing as the knife he still held whipped around and opened Teddy's neck from ear to ear. He collapsed, and was quick to cease breathing, the look of stunned pain still trapped on his features as James went about collecting his things, phone held up to his ear by a shoulder.
"Hello? Yes, I'd like to make some dinner reservations for.... A moment, let me remember."
He paused briefly before nodding.
"Twenty seven. Yes, twenty seven, at the Tamrella Apartment Tower. Payment will be waiting on the table in the penthouse apartment at the top floor."

Once that was confirmed, he hung up with a nod- Stealing a pair of fingers from Teddy's corpse and making his way out.

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

Sooo. If nobody else is gonna post, I might post again. If it's alright? Wanna keep this going, Mass Effect is all kindsa fun~

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

Sooooo. Is nobody else gonna post, orrr?