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Post by RPG on Sept 14, 2016 20:16:10 GMT -7
It was the fine and lovely rainy day after the whole pharmacy incident. The rain seemed to have picked up heavily from when Fleet stirred the weather. RPG meandered stealthily around the downtown area. He'd lost the battle yesterday, still feeling a little damaged both physically and mentally. His random wandering came to abrupt stop when he had heard a yell of help midst the raindrops. RPG dashed from his cover in the garbage cans into the dark alley. Immediately when he arrived, he barely saw the sight of a portal closing. Was he seeing things? Amid the air was a slowly descending letter. RPG walked over to pick up the letter, now on the wet ground. The letter and his mask were getting more and more soaked by the second. "To Baghead" it read on the front. After opening the letter, RPG found it blank. Until he turned it around, that is. The other side read: "Meet me on top of Vague HQ in thirty minutes. As for how to get there, figure it out. This is important. I assure you, not going will not be preferable for you." How nice, someone wants to hang out with me.Seeing as it was coincidentally a slow crime day after the incident yesterday, it was time to go visit this mysterious friend of his. I'm sure I'll get there once they're done with their internal monologuing. RPG's next destination was Vague HQ, or rather, the rooftop of it. Geata
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Post by Geata on Sept 15, 2016 12:33:42 GMT -7
Geata was standing in the middle of the roof area, well away from the edges, and looking up to the sky. He had an umbrella open on shoulder, angled behind himself to keep most of the rain off of him. Mostly it was because he didn't want to go near the edges of the building and he was already pretty sure he was catching a cold from the fight with the two Keepers, but it was also for dramatic effect. He had chosen to handle it climactic showdown style, what with the note and everything, and he was committing to it.
He was thinking back over the events that had led to this encounter. The more he thought about it, the more he wondered if he could even make a convincing argument that he was doing the right thing. Sure, Baghead had made a stupid mistake, and one that deserved retribution, but what about his reasoning behind it? He was probably just trying to protect the place from villains. He was trying to be the good guy, and because of that he was about to be fought? That wasn't right.
Geata used to at least be able to consider himself a good guy. He used to believe that the faction he'd join was the Bulwarks, if they would only get their act together. Now, he was friends with some of them, but he also knew that others considered him an enemy. He didn't want that. He wanted to help people, save the day, be the hero. He still kinda did, honestly, which was why he was having doubts about the upcoming encounter.
Now, though, he wondered. He did what he did to help, and he didn't exactly regret his decisions. He just wondered if, in process of helping, he simply made things worse for everyone else. He supposed there was always going to be someone paying the price for improvement, but who really deserved to? Big corporations who screwed over the everyman, obviously, but would they actually do it? Of course not. They'd force the average Joe to pay the difference. Going after them would only be an endless cycle, and one that only cause more problems at that. And when he tried to do things to help his friends, innocent people were the ones that ended up caught in the crossfire.
Geata's thoughts were interrupted by a new noise not far behind him. Given the context, it could only be one thing. "Took you long enough," he said flatly, before turning his head to be able to see the wannabe hero out of the corner of his eye.
"Hey there, Baghead."
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Post by RPG on Sept 16, 2016 15:50:09 GMT -7
RPG had to take the elevator and then the stairs to the roof. Outside of the building, he took off his costume. He went inside, sneaked into the elevator, went up, went into a bathroom, changed back, and sneaked his way up the stairs. All of it was just a hassle. "Someone remind me why I'm doing this again."
He opened the door to the roof and saw some guy. He seemed familiar, but RPG has always been bad at remembering people. The other person greeted him. "Uhh... hey there, guy... ta?" Was his name Guyta?
Guyta didn't seem like too bad of a guy. He didn't seem very Keeper-y or Panda-y. Although, there were signs of it in him. He didn't seem very Bulwark-y, but there were also signs of that in him. Guyta didn't seem to be affiliated with the Reins, though. If he had to guess, he was very slightly more villainous than he was heroic. But who was RPG to judge? For all he knew, this person could've been a really nice guy.
Wait, did he just call me Baghead? It sounded familiar to him.
"I was expecting you." Might as well see if the old RPG charm will net me a superhero ally today. "Sorry, had to steal your line there. Anyway, you called?"
The last thing he'd want right now is a fight.
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Post by Geata on Sept 16, 2016 19:37:39 GMT -7
Geata's expression turned slightly more hostile at the mispronunciation of his name. Other than that, though, he showed no signs of caring one way or another about what was said. Baghead had an unusual power, one that was slightly hard for Geata to figure out. Between dog summoning, demonic shapeshifting, shockwave powers, and whatever else he could do, he could easily be the super with the strangest power in the city. It also meant that he could possibly make for an annoying enemy. Besides, the guy was just trying to do the right thing. Geata already felt bad about not being on friendly terms with the only Bulwark doing anything, he didn't want to start making enemies of every person who tried to do good.
"You hurt a friend of mine the other day," he said, though. He wasn't going to pick a fight immediately, but he was resolved to deal with the issue that led to the encounter in the first place. "I'm going to have to ask you not to do so again. Also, I'm admittedly curious why you always resort to violence first in your dealings with most other supers, but that's a secondary objective, you know?"
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Post by RPG on Sept 17, 2016 23:21:38 GMT -7
"Er, sorry I had to hurt your compadre, but I only do things I think are for the good of the people. I must've thought they were doing bad stuff, which is why I opposed them."
Touches of melancholy in his voice seemed too faint to notice. "As for resorting to violence, it's not something I really prefer. Although, it's a pretty nifty way to stop bad dudes, who usually fire first. I never try to kill, though. In fact, I try to make sure all their limbs still work. Just a friendly gesture."
Oh, there I go running my mouth off again. I really need to stop talking so much.
Rethinking his values brought up what happened in the fight with Limen. Was he truly a hero? Do heroes really use violence? Is violence a way to help other people? RPG was so used to his schedule of fighting villains that he never really stopped to consider any of this. Perhaps his values really were warped after all.
He'd always dreamed of being a superhero ever since he was a toddler; even the hatred of supers didn't phase him. So was RPG merely fighting to be called a hero, or was he fighting to help others? The Bulwarks, a group of heroes that RPG respects, are on the verge of collapsing right now. The city still needs heroes, but does he deserve a role like that?
RPG was getting lost in deep thought, becoming disconnected from the world around him. He even forgot about the slightly cross super in front of him.
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Post by Geata on Sept 19, 2016 20:50:17 GMT -7
Geata simply stood there and stared at RPG, unmoving from his original position. He could understand the goal given. It was one that he had started out with, and one that he still held to a degree. He wanted to be a hero and stop the guys who did bad things. Geata had made friends with the guys who did bad things, though. He found out what their goals were, and realized that they were doing more good in the long run than the heroes. At least, if they succeeded, they would. That was why he was inclined to help them. Trying to stop them halfway would only make things worse. It was that understanding that allowed him to continue being friends with them.
The statements on resorting to violence elicited a sigh from Geata. "Dude," he said, slightly irritated. "Maybe they shoot first because morons like us always try to keep them from shooting first. It becomes a chain of preemptive strikes, never-ending. This is why I don't start fights, and anymore I don't even bother with actual attacks. It's only making things worse. Better to get a reputation as a weak guy who could be reasoned with than a strong guy who should be attacked on sight."
It was simple logic to him, but he doubted that many supers would agree. It required a level of trust in other supers that people simply didn't share. He didn't even really feel like they deserved that trust, but somebody had to be the first to believe. If not, it would just be a bloody cycle of conflict, and he'd prefer to have as little to do with that as possible. Still, certain exceptions existed.
"Anyway, my point is this: hurt the girl called Azoth again, and I won't show you the friendly courtesy of leaving your limbs working. I have no intentions of killing you, man, but I gave my word that I'd do what I can to protect her. Leaving you a leg short is definitely something I can do, so my suggestion is that you simply leave her be. Trust me, it's for your own good as well as the good of everyone else."
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Post by RPG on Sept 23, 2016 21:32:50 GMT -7
"So..." RPG half-understood what he was saying. "Well, I guess I just live the simple thinking of 'self-defense' and protection, you know? I guess I don't really understand that stuff..." Even though RPG didn't even understand half of what he was saying.
It wasn't simple logic to him, mostly due to him not being able to hear Geata a few arms' lengths away in the rain and thunder and just his lack of understanding.
"Oh... was Azoth that cloaked dude?" RPG probably shouldn't have joked around due to the threats Geata was making, but RPG just couldn't resist; it was a pretty bad habit. "Yeah, I guess I won't hurt her again." Unless she does something bad, that is. Those Keepers are gonna eventually.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky and thunder boomed. RPG instinctively activated his powers, almost staggering back from surprise.
Current Power: Corruption Aura
"Woah!... did you notice there was a storm? Cuz I, uh, didn't."
Unknowingly, RPG was seeping out a dark aura from his body. It looked like it was trying to find something or someone in the area to affect, and the only person around was Geata. The range wasn't far at all, but it was just enough to reach Geata.
"If that was, um, all... I'll just go, if that's fine?" RPG slowly started walking back to the door, watching out for more lightning strikes in the sky.
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Post by Geata on Sept 28, 2016 17:53:08 GMT -7
Geata blinked as he felt something strange come over him. Whatever it was, it was definitely striking him as wrong, but he couldn't shake it. All he knew was that, suddenly, he felt that something more needed to be done to guarantee that Azoth could work in piece. He smiled slightly underneath his mask as he opened a portal beside himself, then closed the umbrella. He stepped through and emerged a few steps in front of RPG.
"Listen," he said calmly as he leveled the umbrella at the paper bag clad super. "I feel like I'm not being clear here. So, to help make sure you understand, I'm going to do you a favor. I'm going to make it very, very clear exactly what will happen if you don't listen, okay?" With that, he tilted his head, before thrusting towards RPG's abdomen with the metal tip of the umbrella.
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Post by RPG on Oct 5, 2016 18:48:50 GMT -7
A umbrella is being pierced through me. Ow.
RPG coughed several times while staggering backwards. He stepped a few times more backwards while coughing. "Hey, guy..." RPG exhales and then inhales. "...I think your hand musta slipped." A very impacting slip, one might argue. Although, RPG had been hit harder by other people (and sometimes by himself), so no blood was coming out. In its place was a dark, misty aura that came out of the spot he was struck. In fact, RPG looked around and saw that (to a lesser extent) more of it was coming out from everywhere on his body. All of it seemed to be moving towards the nearby Geata, even the aura coming out from behind him. It was visible to RPG that it was accumulating on him.
Ooh, not good. RPG looked at the slightly more menacing Guy. How do I turn this faucet off? His evil aura bills were definitely skyrocketing, and the portal-user was here to deliver them to his mailbox. Now it was time to pay up.
The lightning streaked across the sky and the thunder bellowed once more, signaling cloudy skies ahead. It even lit up Geata's figure for a split second, making it even more intimidating. Gee, thanks weather.
"I'm, uh, not really here to fight you, so how about we just all calm down and talk about this? Ynamzayn?"
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Post by Geata on Oct 5, 2016 22:01:27 GMT -7
Geata frowned underneath his mask as he saw that Baghead wasn't bleeding. That wouldn't do. How would he learn his lesson if there wasn't enough force behind the teaching? Geata felt he was clearly failing at his role of instructor, especially given RPG's words. If the super hadn't even realized the subject being taught, it would be difficult to get him to grasp the extent of the teachings. Luckily for him, though, Geata had experience with teaching.
"RPG," he said calmly. "You seem to misunderstand, still. This isn't a fight. This is my establishing what you can expect should you attack Azoth again. The difference being, a 'fight' would mean that you have the capabilities to stop me. If you did, you would currently be attempting to fight me in order to keep me from harming you. In order to help you realize how futile it'd be to try and stop me, though, I'm going to give you an offer."
He grinned underneath his mask at the paper bag. "Run. Try to run as far and as fast as you can. Hide if you want and can. I'm going to give you time, then I'm going to come after you. I will find you. No matter where you go, I will be there soon after, closing the distance. And when I do get to you, put simply, there will be blood."
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