Unaligned
Aw, what's wrong? Don't you trust me?
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Post by An0nymou5 on Jun 21, 2016 10:57:27 GMT -7
From his little encounter with few of the Pandaemonium members so far, Anonymous feel like their end goal are quite disorganize. It’s not really surprise him though; he heard many different type of rumors about the Pandaemonium. Some of them suggested that they are a group of street gangs that cause all kind of criminal activities across the city. Other, however, suggested that they are a group of freedom-fighter with the idea of uniting unpowered and supers together since they are the only group that allowed unpowered people to join in their faction.
From his personal experience, Anonymous can tell the super members in that faction are quite different in their personalities. Bloodbath is quite unstable, Aurora is a bit of an extremist, and Limen is simply carefree about everything. He could assume that it just how Pandaemonium members are: in the end they are a bunch of children who haven’t out-grown their rebel age that have access to super power.
Either way, some of the unpowered Pandaemoniums are in fact criminals, and a little birdie told him that one of them might be the one controlling a small drug ring in the slum area. The slum isn’t the place that he would call safe to hang around, especially at night. The shadiest alley is where one would find sketchy people who would sell drugs to junkies. This small drug ring might be one of the groups that have been laundering money to the Pandaemonium, so if he could bring this little business down, he could at least gain better insight on the Pandaemonium; perhaps even find out where they tend to hang out after every heist.
Standing on a high condemned building, Anonymous observed one of the drug-dealer down below. So far he noticed he has been dealing with some teenage customers before he walked out on the street. It didn’t really take long for him to notice one of the kid was actually worked as a middle-man to give the money to a car that park a few block nearby. Silently followed the yellow car, Anonymous managed to find the building that could be where the meth-lab located.
Hiding in the shadow and observing the driver that knocked on the building, Anonymous patiently listen to their inner thought in order to confirm his suspicion.
“Anyone followed you?” one of the voices said to the driver.
“Nah man, I make sure I drive around while looking back to see if anyone is tailing me.”
The driver then gave the money that he got from the kid as the man behind the door handed him the “good”. Once the transaction was done, the door closed and the driver went back to his car and drive away. Once the car got out of sight, Anonymous disguised himself as the driver and knocked on the door.
“What now?” the same voice unlocks and opens the door, “did you forget something?”
“No, not really,” Anonymous said to him before knocking him out-cold once he was sure no one else is up here. Once everything is done, he closed the door behind him, hidden the unconscious man and returned back to his usual form.
“Now, where do you keep your dirty little secret?”
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SCHEME: brought down this little meth-lab and anyone in it.
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Emerald City Bulwark
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Post by Nemesis on Jun 22, 2016 14:11:19 GMT -7
Nemesis always enjoyed working in this part of town. It had been a while since her last patrol down here. Too long, really. Ever since she joined the Bulwark, the number of distractions inevitably drawing her attention elsewhere seemed to increase by the day. She couldn't honestly complain about getting more opportunities to do good, but part where it appeared to never benefit the people she cared about got on her nerves.
When reports came in about another drug operation in the slums, Nemesis rushed to take care of it herself. The problems was too large to solve on her own, but any efforts to slow distribution would be a victory. As long as one person was saved by her actions, that would satisfy her for now. The rest of the business shall get destroyed eventually.
After a few hours of staking out the neighborhood, she found one of the more important buildings for their little scheme. They probably made or grew whatever drug here, but the specifics didn't matter. They were about to be shut down either way.
This wasn't official business. No need to wait around for any back-up. Nemesis hopped the back fence and made her way to the rear of the building. A black mist approached a nearby window, which quietly unlocked itself. She wouldn't enter until she could guarantee no one was watching or waiting for her. Perhaps if she turned off the power first. . .
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The Keepers
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Post by Azoth on Jun 22, 2016 17:29:15 GMT -7
Of all the informants Azoth had, the ones who lived in the slums were her least favorite to visit. It wasn’t that the place was run down, but because of the lawlessness of the area. Pandaemonium was in close proximity and the inept police couldn’t keep up with the amount of crime that went on here, and so the unpowereds of the area had a kind of courage to them - the kind that made them hire bodyguards with guns or supers so as to seem more threatening during information exchanges.
This particular informant was not of any particular threat to Azoth, but he did have enough money that he could, and for this exchange probably would, hire bodyguards. Normally she wouldn’t want to indebt herself over a bit of info, but Azoth was both very interested in this information and very interested in erring on the side of safety, so had asked in favors of a couple other Keepers to come along and provide some backup.
She was in the main room on the second floor of the building. The man who had lead her here said her informant, the boss of this whole drug operation, would be out in a moment, and motioned for her and company to make themselves comfortable on ripped and molding couches. She did not.
She thought she heard something from the front entrance downstairs, but in a place like this, half the bumps weren’t worth worrying about.
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OPPOSING: You wouldn’t like it if I tried to take out one of your informants, would you?
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Post by Muckraker on Jun 22, 2016 17:50:27 GMT -7
As much as he liked to forget it sometimes, Muckraker was a Keeper. As a member of one of the few organized factions, there were certain responsibilities that had to be upheld. This information had to go to that person, these supers should be forgotten in his article, and sometimes he was expected to play his part in the bigger scheme of things. Sometimes a person might request his assistance, and as thin as his ties were to the other members he couldn't afford to say no.
After all, if it weren't for the information provided Muckraker might as well be considered unaligned to any specific faction. If he showed any real signs of disloyalty, there wasn't a doubt in his mind they'd be willing to turn on him.
Besides, collecting information was what he did. Granted, it wasn't in line with his usual choice of subject and would probably be nothing he was allowed to publish. Information was information though, and all things considered it wasn't the worst possible mission to include himself on. Just sitting along in a meeting was hardly terrorizing the citizens, even if the other party happened to lead a drug ring. So close in Pandaemonium territory, they might even have some useful tidbits he could take interest in.
Leaning back into the cushions of his seat, Muckraker didn't seem to mind obviously decrepit state of the couch. He wasn't usually the type to be used for intimidation, his small frame slumped casually and uncaring while they waited. Maybe he needed to practice some stern looks for when their guy came in, if it would even have an effect through the mask. Perhaps threatening one liners?
On second thought, maybe he should just keep his mouth shut for a while.
When the noises began to come from below, his eyes flicked over to the doorway. "Sounds like the start of a party," he mused, glancing over to his other companions. "I can't speak for you, but I don't want to miss out on the first dance."
Opposing: It's mostly contractual obligations.
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Post by Unhallow on Jun 22, 2016 17:50:32 GMT -7
There were advantages and disadvantages to asking Unhallow for help for any given problem. The upside was that they were unlikely to ever cash in that favor and would likely forget about it in due time, and that they could be standing a fair distance away and still help regardless of how many walls were in the way. The downside was that Unhallow was just as likely to interfere with plans as they were to help them, and would gradually be killing even their allies along with everything and everyone else. Depending on what was needed, Unhallow could legitimately be a valuable asset. If something needed to be found, or they just needed to be prepared to open an escape route or disable a person, they could normally do that. Even so, Unhallow was still a little surprised when she asked for them to act as a bodyguard of sorts.
Unhallow was still a little afraid of Azoth. It was only somewhat based on Azoth's own actions, with most of it from what it represented. That scene at the lake would be forever burned into Unhallow's memory, how casually Azoth was able to assassinate someone among them. They always pushed that to the back of their mind, but seeing her always brought it back to the forefront. It wasn't the kind of fear that made them intimidated by Azoth, just the kind brought forth by unresolved issues and insecurity. It was okay though, Azoth was still an ally and Unhallow was always happy to help them. They were a little concerned about going into the slums given what their power was able to do to the old, yet well maintained, capitol building, but as long as Azoth avoided thinner floors it should be fine right? It's not like Unhallow had to go inside at least, they could see everything going on from a fair distance outside and would be able to act from there just as easily. If they needed to get closer to increase the potency of their power they could do that too. There weren't too many people in this area.
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OPPOSING: And being helpful!
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Unaligned
And I'm hungry like the wolf
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Post by Lobisomem on Jun 22, 2016 18:16:29 GMT -7
Lobisomem had recognized these Slums as a great hideout for a beast to just dissappear from eyes, possibly steal a shipment of food passing through, llegal or not. Night was when this place exploded in activities, allowing them to simply munch on whatever meal they had received and conserve what energy they could. But throughout all the smells that came through, they had never smelled such a scent that was both absolutely disgusting yet intoxicating.
The only thing that could rival this could be...blood...
Naturally, they were off looking for it. Their nose quickly narrowed it down to a building that reeked to heaven and back, how the hell did they never see this!
They traversed the rooftops, glad they had such dark coloration as they dived into the back. There was another person here, but Lobisomem payed no attention, nearly gagging on the scent. If they were ever going to have peace here, this had to go!
Supporting: How could a beast not smell this!?
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Post by PANOPTICON Ver. 3.023 on Jun 22, 2016 19:02:29 GMT -7
PANOPTICON Ver. 3.023 online Running aberrant conflict search heuristic. Scanning satellite imagery... clear. Scanning public security footage... clear. Scanning private devices... anomaly detected. Beginning detailed analysis. Multiple aberrants detected in close proximity in Emerald City, sector AM-42. Identity cross-reference and context analysis indicates low probability of mutual non-hostility. Cataloging contents of sector... Detected: 62,199 unpowered humans Detected: Four standard aberrants. See case files 1-5809, 1-5977, 1-6006, 1-6141. Detected: One anomalous aberrant. See case file 3-0508 (cf. 5-0193). Conflict probability within following 60 seconds: 97.01% Beginning combat data collection... (Click here to send in your actions!) |
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Unaligned
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Post by An0nymou5 on Jun 24, 2016 0:47:13 GMT -7
Once he finally hidden the unconscious guy into the closet, Anonymous locked it to ensure he isn’t getting out when he wakes up. He then carefully walked around while sensing for any sentient thought from any possible accomplices of the drug-dealer. Soon enough he noticed multiply thought up on the second floor, and he sighed as he recognized the thought pattern from two very familiar supers:
“For god sake,” he said to himself, “what the heck are those Keepers doing here in the drug-den anyway?”
He could already sense one of them might have noticed the commotion from down stair, so the odd of them coming down here to check it out might be a problem. In the situation like this, Anonymous hide behind the wall next to the doorway, listening carefully while peaking around the corner to see who might be coming down.
Just when he thought he only need to worry about these Keepers and the drug-dealer, he noticed another thought coming from outside by the window. This person’s thought, however, doesn’t sound like someone coming for drug or working with them.
“Hm,” Anonymous suddenly got an idea, “they might be just what I need for a little distraction.”[/b]
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Emerald City Bulwark
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Post by Nemesis on Jun 24, 2016 3:52:30 GMT -7
Nemesis stared into the darkness of the room next to her, nervously peeking through the window with her one eye. She failed to detect any signs signs of life nearby. It should be safe to enter the building from here. Placing one hand on her chest, she took a moment to calm her heartbeat. Everything would work out fine. She didn't bring her sword along for this mission, but these thugs didn't stand a chance against her magic.
The window slid open with little resistance. Nemesis slipped through the opening and quietly shut it behind her. From what she could tell, the room she stood in contained several boxes of materials. A cursory pass through revealed that none of the labels matched the actual contents of the container, but she quickly lost interest in wondering about that. Finding evidence could wait until after the supposed criminals were defeated.
She approached the closest door but paused before entering. A man sat patiently nearby, distracting himself with something on his phone. Was he waiting for something to happen, or did he actually guard the room with the real drugs? There were too many options, and Nemesis didn't have a way to confirm he worked for these assholes. Thanks to the dumb logic behind how her powers worked, if it turned out the guy was innocent her magic wouldn't even work on him. If that happened, how would she get past him to find the real bad guys? Maybe if she went back outside and around to a different building then—
Her eye narrowed as she noticed a weapon lying on the table nearby. This guy had a handgun sitting out in the open. All thoughts of hesitation vanished as Nemesis chided herself for nearly falling for their trap. Leaving this one along could prove to be a fatal mistake. The earlier storage stuff should be enough to prove his guilt. No normal person would want to have anything to do with this place. Gathering all of her spiritual power, Nemesis soon disappeared within a veil of darkness. The black energy spread to the next room, cutting off the gunman's vision. Overhead lighting flickered out of existence. While it became harder for her to see her target, she could still track his greenish aura as it moved around the space.
“Leave” she threatened, hoping he wouldn't try to run. He did not disappoint. The man went for his gun, but she beat him to it. Nemesis slammed the guy's head against the table to stun him. She doubted it would knock him out for very long, so she made sure to strike him with the butt of the gun for good measure. The safest strategy involved shooting him in the arm and/or leg, but Nemesis hated the idea of touching the weapon for another microsecond. The gun fell apart in her hand as her spirit flowed back into her body.
There's one down. Now to find the rest of these criminals.
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Post by Unhallow on Jun 24, 2016 7:37:07 GMT -7
Unhallow was keeping careful watch on the area, not that they had any choice in the matter. Everything was going smoothly for awhile, but they were catching signs of movement from people that didn't match the description of anyone that was supposed to be there. Worse than that, there were signs of fighting, and even worse than that, the Bulwark creature had shown up again. Unhallow tensed and tried to tuck themselves further into their hiding spot. Given who Azoth's group was dealing with, Unhallow didn't exactly expect everything to go smoothly, but this could get really bad. It didn't matter, Unhallow would not let either of her allies get hurt no matter what.
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Unaligned
And I'm hungry like the wolf
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Post by Lobisomem on Jun 24, 2016 9:31:36 GMT -7
Lobisomem shifted back into their humanoid shape and crawled after the other infiltrating person, but broke off in another direction, reluctantly following the scent of what they could assume to be drugs.
They cast nervous glances from below their wolf pelt, the hallways were too small, they wouldn't be able to transform without alerting the building.
They froze as a man rounded the corner, talking on a phone. He froze as well when he spotted the feral person staring at him, slowly reaching into his pockets while clicking off the phone with a "Call you back". Lobisomem sprang forward, keeping their body low as the man grunted and drew out a knife.
Lobisomem's attack showed no skill, but an unbelievable ferocity that a normal human couldn't show. They pounced, slamming their fists into the man's throat while leaping up to push him back. It was over in seconds, the man chocked and just barely managed to nick one of their arms before falling back and going still as his head cracked against the ground. Done.
They raised their head as alerts and sounds went through the building, it looked like people already knew they were being invaded. Maybe stealth didn't matter anymore...
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Post by Muckraker on Jun 24, 2016 14:16:36 GMT -7
Crashes, footsteps, and not even the most unobservant of people could deny it any more. Whatever was happening sounded a bit more hectic than any sort of party should be, and Muckraker let out a quiet sigh as he stood up. So much for being the on the simple end of Keeper business, but honestly things could be a lot worse. Protecting a drug ring wasn't exactly his ideal Tuesday, but sometimes you had to let these things slide. After all, he didn't even really know what day of the week it was. Probably not Tuesday.
Nodding his head towards the door, he spared a single glance back over to Azoth. "Guess that's our cue. You do your thing, I'll do mine, and I'm sure Unhallow is doing theirs. We all, uh... do our things." Man it was awkward talking to the other Keepers. They did not exactly make the most sociable coworkers, even if he did make an effort to get to know them. At the very least they all seemed almost excessively competent, and relatively strong to boot. Though in all honesty, Muckraker wasn't sure if he wanted this to be a super attack or not. On one hand, he wasn't exactly the strongest and had a track record for getting caught up in more trouble than he should.
On the other hand, maybe he could grab a few usable pictures from this after all.
Heading through doorway, he was practically taking the steps three at a time before he reached the bottom. If there was anything to take from the sounds around the area, it certainly wasn't a bunch of unpowered people raiding the place.
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Post by Azoth on Jun 24, 2016 15:23:46 GMT -7
The informant had not come out yet. No one had so much as bothered to check in with them, tell them they’d be there in a moment, sorry for the hold up, or offer them tea (not that she’d take tea from a place like this). The area upstairs was all but silent, until, from the floor below, there was another bump. Azoth followed Muckracker’s eyes to the door. Were they planning something? Had she upset this informant somehow? Was she going to have to worry about half a dozen men charging into the room with machine guns? She thought through her past interactions with the drug lord; mostly small information exchanges here or in solitary alleyways. He’d jipped on her on one occasion when he was “under pressure”, but she had not once cheated him. Azoth didn’t cheat her informants. Straining her ears, she heard nothing more from downstairs. He should have no reason by her own fault to turn on her. Had he been hired to do something? She wouldn’t put it past a man like him. Either way, she agreed with Muckracker: something was up.
“Do as you’d like.” She sighed, coming to stand with a wide stance in the center of the room. If he wanted to rush into whatever was coming, that would be a few less enemies for her to deal with. “Just prioritize the safety of the informant. Regardless of what’s going on, I want him alive.” This statement was addressed to Unhallow as much as it was Muckracker, even though the prior wasn’t in the room, or necessarily anywhere in the area. She was willing to bet they could hear her.
If he had betrayed her, she still wished to get as much information as she could out of him before she tossed him aside.
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Post by PANOPTICON Ver. 3.023 on Jun 24, 2016 17:46:46 GMT -7
   PANOPTICON Ver. 3.023 analyzing combat data... --- Accumulation (Information) by An0nymou5 against Accumulation (Information) results in SUCCESS, +10% combat advantage Accumulation (Enhancement) by Unhallow against Accumulation (Information) results in SUCCESS, +10% combat advantage Maneuver (Field) by Azoth against Lobisomem results in SUCCESS, +25% combat advantage Maneuver (Field) by Muckraker against Lobisomem results in SUCCESS, +25% combat advantage Maneuver (Alteration) by Nemesis against Muckraker results in SUCCESS, +25% combat advantage Aggression (Destruction) by Lobisomem against Unhallow results in SUCCESS, +30% combat advantage --- Current conditions: An0nymou5 Lobisomem and Nemesis have immunity to Accumulation (Information) granted by the Accumulation (Information) An0nymou5 used Azoth Muckraker and Unhallow have immunity to Accumulation (Information) granted by the Accumulation (Enhancement) Unhallow used Current advantage: An0nymou5 Lobisomem and Nemesis have 65% Azoth Muckraker and Unhallow have 60% Current openings: An0nymou5 may BYPASS a chosen immunity of a chosen enemy at a cost of 15% combat advantage, removing that immunity from that enemy for the duration of the battle. Azoth may REGROUP at a cost of 40% combat advantage, decreasing the other side's combat advantage by half. Muckraker may REGROUP at a cost of 40% combat advantage, decreasing the other side's combat advantage by half. Nemesis may DISARM Muckraker at a cost of 5% combat advantage, removing one of his powers or immunities for the duration of the battle. Lobisomem may INJURE Unhallow at a cost of 20% combat advantage, making her powers easier to suppress. (Click here to send in your next round's actions!) |
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Post by Unhallow on Jun 25, 2016 17:16:22 GMT -7
It was a mistake for Unhallow to think that they'd be relatively safe from this far away. This was a super fight, there was no escaping the collateral damage. Even though Unhallow kept an entire building between themselves and the building Azoth was in, the way the beast transformed sent several chunks of wall flying in all directions. One just happened to go through the wall of the building Unhallow was hiding behind, causing a big pile of rubble to land right on top of them. Unhallow felt their armor crack and twist, but for once they were pretty sure they were going to get away with only a few bruises that wouldn't even be worth healing. Of course, they were now stuck under a pile of bricks and would have to work their way out, but that could be managed. Hopefully.
The situation inside was still chaotic. Chaotic enough that even though Unhallow heard Azoth's words, they couldn't locate the informant. They had a good enough physical description that it shouldn't have been as difficult as it was proving to be. The sheer amount of movement and stuff changing, along with the fact that there were a fair amount of people inside, just made it difficult. For now it was probably best to focus on the fight. The less everything got destroyed the less likely something was to happen to the informant after all.
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