RPG Dark City: A Super Humans' Tale (Page 2 of 6)

Carmen had to swallow the laugh that was threatening to erupt from her throat. So they thought they were on a quest, how intriguing. “I’m sure I could help you clean up this town,” Carmen said with a nod. She gave nothing away, her thoughts on cleaning up were totally different to Michael’s.

“Great we can always use more help,” Michael said enthusiastically.

Carmen smiled sweetly, “So how many Redeemers are there?”

"You'll find out soon enough.  Tharus over here shall be our escort."  It was surprising how long a seven foot tall cave person could stay in the shadows but this guy somehow managed.  He must have had the power to ((*COUGH*NOTPOST*COUGH*)) turn invisible.  Michael would have to watch him.  You never knew enough about some people.

Carmen physically didn't shrink back but he could see it in her eyes that she was surprised.  Good.

"Follow us."  Michael led the rest of the group to the Redeemer Warehouse.  Stone breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Shaylee albeit bloody, but intact nonetheless.  But his face grew grave. 

"I see you picked out a newcomer Michael. I'm Stone."

"Carmen."

"We always need the help around here.  Speed?  You take her around and introduce her to some of the key members."

Tharus and Michael stayed behind with Stone and Shaylee.

Shaylee came right out.  "I don't trust her."

Stone gave her a look.  "You aren't a telepath are you Shaylee?  But I agree with her."

Michael was taken aback.  "What?"

"You can't go around trusting everybody with a whim.  They have to go through some sort of initiation."

"Speed tells me she saved him."

Stone grunted. "Still.  Tharus.  You can keep an eye on her.  Think you can do that for me?  I just have this nag in the back of my mind."

Name: Rohlan Cummins
Nickname: Gez (Only called this by people he knows, the press and everyone else regards him as 'Nomad' )
Age: 37
Affiliation: Good
Appearance: 6', short brown buzz cut hair, black tactical gear and fatigues.
Power: Superhuman Perception
Weapons: Colt 1911 Custom, M40A3 Tactical Rifle (For now)
Personality: Prone to comedic outbreaks, but tends to keep a serious attitude.
Brief History: Rohlan first discovered his unique ability in the Military as a Marine Scout Sniper. Having a hyper-focusing ability, he quickly out-shot the competition; boasting 947 confirmed kills. However, this did not go unnoticed, and was soon confined to the States for further investigation after his tour in the Middle-East.
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Run. That was the only thought circulating through Gez's head. He'd escaped confinement. Throaty growls from the dog team were getting closer...no, right behind him. Suddenly, a large black dog lept at his throat, ripping cartilage and spraying the air with blood.
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Gez jerked out of his bed, firmly planting his KaBar knife into a pillow next to him. He sat up gasping for breath, sweat dripping from his forehead. He merely swept it from his brow, shaking his head. "Why? WHY?!" Gez hit his head against the wall of the apartment bedroom. It was one of many nightmares he'd been having recently, constantly being tormented by them.

Gez pulled himself together enough to take a hot shower and get his gear on. He grabbed the 1911 custom off the nightstand and walked out the door, down to the parking garage.

This.  Was. Perfect.  Because of their new 'recruit', these 'Redeemers' had to be careful in leading her to their secret base, which made it very easy for Cale to follow them.  He also knew now that his target's name was Tharus.  Subsequently he was, in a roundabout and unintentional sort of way, introduced to the group's leader, a guy by the name of Stone.  He couldn't guess his powers from the get go, but now that he knew where to look, it would all quickly fall into place. 

"Nothing can save you now." He thought.  He was then interrupted by a very quiet beeping noise, coming from his left gauntlet.  "Shoot".  Of all times for Command to call....He ignored the call, but he knew that they'd page him again.  Cale just hoped that no one else heard the beeping.

Tharus's hearing was sharp, his blindness, mutation and his life in the caves had all contributed to it, he heard things others did not, and he was able to make an accurate guess of direction from a sound. For many a suddenly enhanced hearing would prove to be a nuisance, causing some things which were taken for every day background noise to be deafening, but for one who has lived with it almost their entire life, it is simply part of their existence.

There were no others present with enhanced hearing, which is why Tharus was the only one who heard the beeping. At first he took it for another of the Redeemer's mobile phones, or something like that, but no one else responded to it, so he assumed it was something else. It was coming from...Tharus wasn't quite sure, it was to faint, there were to many other noises in the building, but something was beeping, something was happening, and the death-sense seemed to be the beeping bedmate, for when he began to notice it the death-sense became stronger, a smell just on the edge of perception, one of old dead leaves and moss in cold dark places, at the same time holding a striking similarity to blood and meat. Smells Tharus was well familiar with,

Tharus looked, and he saw. The man became more visible and his legs tensed, Tharus was again reminded of cave spiders ready to spring on their prey. He knew suddenly that he was to be attacked. The ghost-man launched himself, and Tharus dived  to the side, drawing the glances of the others. Speed, who happened to be standing right behind Tharus jumped slightly and began to talk "Heywhatthehe-" The ghost-man passed right through him and he collapsed to the ground, and began twitching randomly. Tharus rose pulling his knife from the sheath on his back and held it in a reverse grip, watching the 'empty' space where his opponent stood. He could hear the ghost-man's heartbeat, thumping in his chest quickly, the double beat almost sounding alien to him, for Tharus's own heartbeat sounded four times before repeating itself. The ghost-man closed, and swung at Thrarus who dodged quickly and made a quick cutting motion with his knife, making a shallow but long cut on his abdomen probably painful as well. The ghost-man jumped back and looked ready to attack again, while the others stared in shocked silence as Tharus seemed to fight nothing.

((k, this time i'm gonna focus a lot more on this rpg, so ill try my best to post regularily))

Name: Bloodhawk
Real Name: Austin Cale
Age: mid 20's
Affiliation: Anti-hero
Power: ....power??? what power?
Weapons: Various gadgets, his body (cuz in martial arts, you dont need a gun)
Personality: Very serious, sometimes has his moments of morbic humour, though hardly ever
Brief History: Was youngest of two brothers, had a very hard life, parents died when he was 10, and his older brother disappeared (real mysteriously) a few years after.  For the rest of his teenage years, he trained (like batman) so when he was ready, he could take on the criminal underworld (a lot like batman)
Appearance: imagine The Dark Knight batman body armour, except with some blood red body armour pieces, the bat symbol as a hawk, the cape is blood red, and there is no bat ears on his mask.  The mask has an hud implanted in it.

His cape made a muffled noise as he landed on a small ledge surrounding the roof of the Le Veux Poulet.  It was late night in Norton Peak, the perfect time for Austin to do his work. he pulled up the police scanner on his HUD, hoping to find some trouble, as his day-job had left him in a sour mood.  With nothing but small thefts and petty crimes, he turned it off and sighed in frustaration.  Cale jumped down to the sidewalk below, making sure to quietly slip into the alleyway beside the restaraunt.  Just before he was about to remove his mask, somebody burst from the door that led to the alleyway, and dashed around the corner, without even the slightest hint of seeing him.  Curious, he shot his grapple up to the roof of the building, shot up, and started roof jumping after the figure...

Carmen had stepped back to assess the invisible threat. The others were taking damage because they were going in too close before knowing what they were taking on.

Reaching into her pocket Carmen pulled out a can of shaving cream. It was an odd thing for a woman to carry but Carmen had found it handy to blind attackers. In this case it would help reveal the invisible attacker. With a quick step forward Carmen let loose with shaving cream. She hit the attacker in the face, neck and upper chest.

Stepping back Carmen admired her handy work but didn’t attempt to help the others. They were all jumping in, so there was no point.

Mister Haze sat in the back of his limo, his fingers nervously drumming on an armrest. He stared out his car window, surveying the city that required so much effort, so much attention, so much work to manage. Norton Peak was like a spoiled child, and Mister Haze intended to train it well and teach it how to act properly.

As he continued to ride, he noticed someone hopping across the rooftops, in a direct trajectory that led Haze to believe this person was coming from Le Veux Poulet.

"Hogan..." Mister Haze said to his driver. "Let's trail this fellow on the rooftops to the left. Something tells me he may be worth following..."

*man, he can sure go for a little while* Bloodhawk thought as he hurdled from an apartment building to another.  he had been following this figure for a few minutes now, and from what he could gather going at this speed, it wasn't a guy, instead it was a woman.  Her running speed told him she was most likely in a hurry (no duh) but where to he couldn't guess......  however, before he had time to make an assumption, Bloodhawk heard the sound of a car speeding up just a bit, as if it were trying to catch up to somebody..... nah, Norton Peak was full of reckless drivers. so he shrugged and kept up his pursuit.

Michael was completely shocked when Carmen sprayed the substance on the invisible figure.

He ran over to her.  "What was that?  Some secret anti-invisible spray?"

"It was shaving cream."

Michael reddened.  It soon turned to anger as the shaving cream suddenly fell to the ground.

Carmen chuckled.  "Looks like he can go intangible as well."

Everyone was once again shocked when out of nowhere Tharus reached out and grabbed someone.  He quickly smashed the figure on his head.  The man slumped in Tharus's massive hand.

Stone clapped Tharus on the back.  "Nice job buddy!  I want this guy taken to one of the safe rooms underground.  Alexa!  How long do you think you can hold force fields?"

An older woman stepped from the crowd of about 50 people.  ((We'll say that's how many are in the Redeemers.  So not limitless.  Any concerns PM me.))  "Several hours if it was a minor one."

"Good.  And Energon?  You around?"

"Yah Stone."  A wiry man replied.  "I need you to infuse her forcefield with energy.  That way if he tries to get out he will be given a nasty shock." 

"Right."  Alexa and the one called Energon took the limp form and dragged him down to the door that led down stairs.  Stone looked to Michael. 

"Mind asking our guest a few questions for me when he comes to?"

"Sure."  Michael headed off after Alexa and Energon.  He followed them and and helped prop up the man in a chair.  Now came the best part, the waiting.  He looked to Energon and Alexa, but they seemed too focused on maintaining whatever it was they were doing to speak.  Michael sighed.  At least Michael was skilled in making conversations with himself...

Cale woke up, nursing a sore head.  He looked around him, surprised to find a lack of bonds.  No chain, chair or even handcuffs.  If he wasn't so supicious, he'd almost be insulted.  However a slight shimmering in the air before him told him that everything wasn't quite as innocent as it looked.  Placing his gauntlet against the air, he wasn't surprised to find a solid wall.  And due to the sparks dancing across his gauntlet, he assumed that it had some energetic flow, as his gauntlet's energies collided with those of the invisible barrier.  Lovely.  Idly, he wondered if the roof and floor were similarly  protected.

This unexpected imprisonment did give him a chance to reply to Command.  He tapped the sensor on his left gauntlet, and waited for the encrypted signal to get to Command.  After approximately twelve seconds, he got a response.

"Reaper.  About time you answered.  We told you to report once you arrived."

"I was busy.  I found the target already, but he's associated himself with a group of non-registered metas.  I couldn't fight them all off."  He made sure to keep his voice below a whisper, so that his captors wouldn't hear him.

"What's your current situation?"

"I am held within an energy shield.  I could escape, but I don't want to risk the energy interacting with my insides when I phase through."

"You're taking too many risks.  You should've waited for backup before entering a hornet's nest" (the slang term for a location filled with unregistered metas) "And letting yourelf get captured?  Foolish.  They could get too much out of you."

"They won't."

"They better not.  For your brother's sake."

"You leave him out of this!"

"Then don't fail us...again."

And Command's voice faded, leaving Cale stranded once more in his unseen, but very physical, cell.