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OOC Thread is up! Has character sheet and a brief look at the hero team.
OOC Thread is up! Has character sheet and a brief look at the hero team.
New York City, 2024.
Disgraced, in one way or another. That we all have in common here. This world is filled with scum that deserves to be removed from it. This city grows more and more cancerous cells by the day, and even worse still, fills with those who call themselves "Heroes". Again I say, we have been disgraced. We are the ones deserving of power. We are the ones deserving the fruits of our labors. We are the ones to be crowned rulers of this city. Of this world!
One last time I say, we have been disgraced. No longer, alone we have strove toward our goals in well placed faith and duty. Now, we will come together to complete our goals. Now, we shall become Ominous, a name to be feared in the night, and one of future rulers. Rise with me, as we take our rightful place!
After the infamous "snap", nothing had been the same. Though it had been reversed, not everyone was brought back in the same way. Some were different. Some didn't want to be back. Other's simply didn't return., lost on another timeline What was left afterward was a large power vacuum in the underground of New York City, and a flurry of heroes trying to deal with bigger things, all while lacking the direction of the infamous Avengers themselves. The City awaiting a new head to be appointed at the top of the undying snake that was this city. What was coming was exactly that. Crime was rampant and rules were no longer able to be enforced. New vigilantes and heroes took to the suit. And though it all, a band of veteran and newblood morally gray individuals with a lust for power, as well as outright villains, have come together to form the young band that will come to be known as Ominous. With fingers that potentially reach into massive reserves of resources through individually held criminal empires or unknowingly large companies, possibly to different worlds or dimensions, as well as individuals with powers that could scale to those same unknown heights, in this city they are a rabbid animal fighting to become top of the food chain.
More info to come on the opposition! Just wanted to get up a basic idea of the group that will be first revealed, it may possibly be prone to light change. Fire away with questions and character ideas!
@ThisIsFine Alright for sure, and what about magical races/hybrids and whatnot, would they have a place here?
I'll lurk for now, looks interesting.
Edit: Also going to ask what the magic system is going to be like?
Edit: Also going to ask what the magic system is going to be like?
@Martian Yeah, I scrapped that idea. Also, that sounds lovely. First group mission will be a heist of very significant proportions! We'll also get to see the first battle with the new dastardly hero team! Or part of it, at least.
Byakko
Byakko had observed carefully, still not moving from his spot at the loud complaints of the boy, seeing as the barkeep began to make a point he had very much wanted to scream out himself by now. He had mostly begun to keep an eye on the girl in the maid's outfit. Especially after she had been the first one to start making sense of this whole situation. He also took note of the next new arrival, as well the cheery tone she had projected, as well as her confident stride as she walked in.
"Well, she looks like she had some clue of where she was going. Must have prepared maps or notes, smart. And maid girl over here seems to be our group detective it would seem. At least someone started using their heads. Well, cheery. Why do the girls always gotta be the bright ones? Senra would be proud. If she had decided to actually show up"... Byakko had grimaced to himself before turning his head towards the boy once more to hear what the barkeep had been saying.
"First off boy, I don't say nothing 'bout my customers. Girl here has smart idea." The barkeep had jabbed a thumb in the direction of Kirche, "Maybe think that, no? Maybe kind of bar is reason you meet here. See yourself out if you want yes, but puny boy could never ruin Gana's Saloon! No!" The barkeep, who was apparently named "Gana", had waved his fat finger back in forth in the air, shouting slightly. With a "humph" he had turned to sit again, beginning to polish glasses as he grumbled something continuously about "special bar".
Byakko had smirked to himself slightly, not the greatest of explanations, but he supposed it would suffice. Hopefully enough to get them moving or asking questions. It was also at this time Byakko had stood, nodding slightly to Gana before a single small quake rumbled through the building. The wood warping on the wall directly to Byakko's left as a door shaped itself into existence as if it had been there all along. He then shot a quick smirk at the small group of individuals that had gathered here for the same purpose, giving them the smallest of nods as he pulled open the newly formed door.
"See ya soon, hopefully.." Byakko had said to the group, though it had been barely audible as he took a single step forward, plummeting him down a similar albeit much more neatly formed hole in the ground, before the door warped itself similarly out of existence. Large bricks began to shift and recede above the area Provoke had found himself in, and a clean, smoothly cut 8x8 cubic hole opened in the ceiling area. Byakko had then begun to brace for his landing as warm light began to illuminate the darkness. Though the descent of the Provoke may have seemed short, the sliding tunnel path that was created was what made it seem so. Falling directly down as Byakko was, the descent was nearly 60 feet. He let out a small laugh which echoed through the tunnel way down. "Some flair, perhaps?" He thought to himself as he let out another slightly louder chuckle.
As he came through the ceiling entrance of the "dungeon" area and the bricks began to shift back into place, Byakko was able to see the boy below before he threw his cloak into the air. Revealing wildly whipping white hair and a large grin as he fell. Bending his knees slightly he grabbed his still sheathed blade and slammed it downwards as he finally landed in the area below. He landed in a semi-crouched position, the sheathed blade cracking the bricks beneath it while sending out a small shockwave that resonated through the ground. His landing reverberating loudly as he stated, "Always love that part," with a large smile.
"Hey, what's wrong kid? Get off the ground or something. You were just kinda dumb, just a little bit. It's fine. I'm like that too, sometimes. Or so Senra would say." Byakko said in a rather nonchalant voice as he dusted himself off, his cloak floating down beside him as he snatched it out of the air. "Sorry, maybe that was rude, but uh.. The others should be here well.. Soon, hopefully. You weren't actually just gonna wait around down here, were you? Bad idea." He began to approach the door on the far wall, talking as he went "Tell you what, to make up for it you could find a way to open these doors and beat the hell out of whatever is in them. Just kidding! Gotta wait for the others to do that, sorry." Gesturing vaguely above them, not giving the boy a chance to speak. "I won't tell you what's behind them exactly, but I will ask, have you ever fought large, wild animals before? Haha, me personally, grew up that way you see? Now when the others get here, it'll be your job to tell them this. Each of those four doors leads to the same place, with a test of combat, right? That place would be behind to this last here door, actually." He knocked on the thick wood of the final door, at the far end of the hall. "And behind this door, is another, albeit much more dangerous, trial by combat. Here's the trick though, these doors can only be opened at the same time, with one or more person's Nen being applied to the seal on the door. But this last door can only be opened with four or more individual aura's doing the same thing and only then would the trial behind this door activate as well. Group chooses this last door, you get to do the joint trial. You guys choose the others, well I think you get the idea. Your guys' choice ultimately. Now, gotta go, these torches do drain Nen whenever there's more than one individual in here, after all." Byakko had finished his rant before giving Provoke any chance to question or protest. He then knocked a certain small rhythm onto the door before it slid open ever so slightly and he stepped out of the large hall.
"Man, this bar is useful." He thought to himself before stepping into the large room in which he would now wait.
"See ya soon, hopefully.." Byakko had said to the group, though it had been barely audible as he took a single step forward, plummeting him down a similar albeit much more neatly formed hole in the ground, before the door warped itself similarly out of existence. Large bricks began to shift and recede above the area Provoke had found himself in, and a clean, smoothly cut 8x8 cubic hole opened in the ceiling area. Byakko had then begun to brace for his landing as warm light began to illuminate the darkness. Though the descent of the Provoke may have seemed short, the sliding tunnel path that was created was what made it seem so. Falling directly down as Byakko was, the descent was nearly 60 feet. He let out a small laugh which echoed through the tunnel way down. "Some flair, perhaps?" He thought to himself as he let out another slightly louder chuckle.
As he came through the ceiling entrance of the "dungeon" area and the bricks began to shift back into place, Byakko was able to see the boy below before he threw his cloak into the air. Revealing wildly whipping white hair and a large grin as he fell. Bending his knees slightly he grabbed his still sheathed blade and slammed it downwards as he finally landed in the area below. He landed in a semi-crouched position, the sheathed blade cracking the bricks beneath it while sending out a small shockwave that resonated through the ground. His landing reverberating loudly as he stated, "Always love that part," with a large smile.
"Hey, what's wrong kid? Get off the ground or something. You were just kinda dumb, just a little bit. It's fine. I'm like that too, sometimes. Or so Senra would say." Byakko said in a rather nonchalant voice as he dusted himself off, his cloak floating down beside him as he snatched it out of the air. "Sorry, maybe that was rude, but uh.. The others should be here well.. Soon, hopefully. You weren't actually just gonna wait around down here, were you? Bad idea." He began to approach the door on the far wall, talking as he went "Tell you what, to make up for it you could find a way to open these doors and beat the hell out of whatever is in them. Just kidding! Gotta wait for the others to do that, sorry." Gesturing vaguely above them, not giving the boy a chance to speak. "I won't tell you what's behind them exactly, but I will ask, have you ever fought large, wild animals before? Haha, me personally, grew up that way you see? Now when the others get here, it'll be your job to tell them this. Each of those four doors leads to the same place, with a test of combat, right? That place would be behind to this last here door, actually." He knocked on the thick wood of the final door, at the far end of the hall. "And behind this door, is another, albeit much more dangerous, trial by combat. Here's the trick though, these doors can only be opened at the same time, with one or more person's Nen being applied to the seal on the door. But this last door can only be opened with four or more individual aura's doing the same thing and only then would the trial behind this door activate as well. Group chooses this last door, you get to do the joint trial. You guys choose the others, well I think you get the idea. Your guys' choice ultimately. Now, gotta go, these torches do drain Nen whenever there's more than one individual in here, after all." Byakko had finished his rant before giving Provoke any chance to question or protest. He then knocked a certain small rhythm onto the door before it slid open ever so slightly and he stepped out of the large hall.
"Man, this bar is useful." He thought to himself before stepping into the large room in which he would now wait.
King Tencho & Kagayaku Seige
Tuha Province, Eastern Jappon.
Tuha Province, Eastern Jappon.
King sat comfortably, with his feet resting lazily in what essentially equated to a cubby hole in front of him. A fresh caramel flavored coffee rested in his hands, steaming feverishly as King took a sip. The coffee also had a double shot, of espresso and of vodka. Perks of first-class, and a Hunters' License. King had spoken in a conversational tone into his phone, optimistic and sarcastic. A light smile spread across his lips in a smirk and sunglasses hid his eyes.
"I hope Ko's doing alright with the recruits, probably should have told him that you weren't going to be there, but, you know how he gets. I didn't want to have to deal with some kind of pissy fit, and he's competent enough when he wants to be, just a bit.. dimwitted, but we love him all the more for it, right? Plus, as you know, I needed you to keep an eye on our new hopeful friend while I made contact with Rok. It was nice seeing him, he asked about you, by the way, Senra".
""Dimwitted?" "Love?" I'm not sure you know exactly what you're talking about, but sure let's go with that... Either way, that idiot should be just fine, hopefully. If he fucks it up then we know for sure that this operation is much better off without him in the first place, and we'll go to the second batch of potentials. First group isn't always the best, you know. And, well, that's nice enough to hear about Rok, I guess. Haven't seen him in what, three, four years now? Tell him I said "Hi," as well if or when you make contact again".
"For the last time Senra, whether or not you're joking, and whether or not he may be a little more than a dimwit sometimes, we've all been together for years, there is no operation without him. We're the founders of this whole thing anyways, now it's time to take it a step up. Also, time for a whole lot of new parties, and time to take care of those shitheads that made your life a living hell and continue to pester ours now. Luckily we haven't seen then in a while, but.. Anyway, I've got to go Senra, almost action time."
King hung up his phone and tucked it into his inside jacket pocket after exchanging a quick goodbye. His eyes scanned the figures as they moved in to take their seating. King was on a flight from Jappon to Sverth, which would then be on a connecting flight to Ochima, where his contact had told him the one he was looking for was going. In fact, on this particular flight itself. King was here to make a personal association with the adopted younger brother of an old friend. While the one he was making contact with was around the same age as him King had always kept older company for the most part, which is what led to King being friends with the contacts older brother. "Kagayaku" King said a singular time to himself. That is who he was here for.
Apparently, this kid had some kind of furious Nen, and something attached to it at that. He was another martial artist and quite intuitive when it came to application. Apparently. This was all on the word of his old friend, who had told him about the kid, who had apparently been longing to leave in fear of harming his own family. That, and this "thing" attached to Kagayaku's Nen was what truly intrigued King. He wanted to know more about what this Nen being was, in hopes he could learn something powerful and new to add to his Contractual abilities. He also wanted to save the brother of his older friend from such a miserable and boring fate of living off your life hidden as a nobody. King also so happened to have intentions of building a family capable of rending not only his own, but more importantly, the dreams of each other, realized no matter the obstacles that may be ahead of them. With all of these intentions bubbling and swirling within King, he saw an opportunity.
And so, he sat, alone on this plane while his friends had carried out his plans for him. As he waited for the boy to make his appearance.
Apparently, this kid had some kind of furious Nen, and something attached to it at that. He was another martial artist and quite intuitive when it came to application. Apparently. This was all on the word of his old friend, who had told him about the kid, who had apparently been longing to leave in fear of harming his own family. That, and this "thing" attached to Kagayaku's Nen was what truly intrigued King. He wanted to know more about what this Nen being was, in hopes he could learn something powerful and new to add to his Contractual abilities. He also wanted to save the brother of his older friend from such a miserable and boring fate of living off your life hidden as a nobody. King also so happened to have intentions of building a family capable of rending not only his own, but more importantly, the dreams of each other, realized no matter the obstacles that may be ahead of them. With all of these intentions bubbling and swirling within King, he saw an opportunity.
And so, he sat, alone on this plane while his friends had carried out his plans for him. As he waited for the boy to make his appearance.
Orgus had done so much for him and the way he wound up being repaid for that kindness was irrational and unforgivable. Even attempting to make sense of what could've happened with solid, logical facts were too easy on his conscious. The biggest and saddest issue was that Rengoku showed an ugly insidiousness. Kagayaku presumed that Orgus revealing his weakness prompted the 'black-out' or attack on his Master. That Rengoku was ease-dropping and planned the vicious assault. Everything else was minor he'd decided because he was essentially living with the enemy now. They were sitting at the same table, walking hand-in-hand. How was he to deal with a 400 hundred year old, Nen-user?
Kagayaku felt utterly forsaken. He felt heavy and his eyes were red from his crying-fit the night before. The screaming, even choked-out, lasted far too long. From his trek into town to him boarding the plane, his Zetsu had been up. He was sure his presence in the world had been muted and while unnecessary, it felt right for some trying to disappear all together.
He had committed most of his lessons to memory, knew a bit about being a Hunter from Orgus and Rok. So he took precautions; extra-steps to conceal his next moves. Undisclosed flight paths, low-traffic airports, and though silly, he even changed his normal clothes so he wouldn't pop out during the CCTV footage scan--which would inevitably happen knowing, Rok.
As he boarded the plane, a man checked his ticket and ushered him to coach. Kagayaku took his ticket back swiftly, "Uh, thanks and ummm, you never saw me," he muttered, drawing an odd expression from the employee.
Halfway to his seat, a certain feeling of lesser-finality came upon him, rushing through him from the curtained entrance to 1st class. Absent-minded for the first time in three or four days, he'd lost track in the chaos, Kagayaku found himself seated but on the verge of another panic-attack. "Am I going crazy? is Rengoku about to surface? did I- did I feel this way that day too!?"
Kagayaku felt utterly forsaken. He felt heavy and his eyes were red from his crying-fit the night before. The screaming, even choked-out, lasted far too long. From his trek into town to him boarding the plane, his Zetsu had been up. He was sure his presence in the world had been muted and while unnecessary, it felt right for some trying to disappear all together.
He had committed most of his lessons to memory, knew a bit about being a Hunter from Orgus and Rok. So he took precautions; extra-steps to conceal his next moves. Undisclosed flight paths, low-traffic airports, and though silly, he even changed his normal clothes so he wouldn't pop out during the CCTV footage scan--which would inevitably happen knowing, Rok.
As he boarded the plane, a man checked his ticket and ushered him to coach. Kagayaku took his ticket back swiftly, "Uh, thanks and ummm, you never saw me," he muttered, drawing an odd expression from the employee.
Halfway to his seat, a certain feeling of lesser-finality came upon him, rushing through him from the curtained entrance to 1st class. Absent-minded for the first time in three or four days, he'd lost track in the chaos, Kagayaku found himself seated but on the verge of another panic-attack. "Am I going crazy? is Rengoku about to surface? did I- did I feel this way that day too!?"
duo post for King & Kagayaku up tonight. Next Byakko post should be tomorrow or the next day.
@Sanity43217 That sounds dope! Definitely yes on the portable printer! My main character, Warren von Doom, will be handing out various upgrades with his skills as well! So look forward to that, development & progression of tech+gear/power/skill is one of my favs in roleplays, and I hate how downplayed they are in movies & series.
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