RPG Dark City: A Super Humans' Tale (Page 4 of 6)

((That's a cheap shot, but I guess so. :-P ))

((Just curious, how does telekinesis possibly prevent someone from using their powers?  Telepathy, I can understand slightly, but not telekinesis))

"Heh.  Resistance is futile.  Where'd you get that?  The Borg?  Look, you know my name, so obviously you know who I am.  So this questioning is wasting both of our time.  Why don't you go off, and terrorize some poor helpless old woman or something, and let me get back to my business?"

The weird guy with the electrical mace in his hands only glared at Cale.  Obviously, although powerful, he hadn't bothered to invest energy in a sense of humour.  Go figure.  Cale was in no mood to continue to banter, as his wounds were really starting to irritate him.  So Cale decided to use a different tactic.

He went intangible, and charged his gauntlets; as far as anyone could tell, since he was still visible, nothing had changed.  He then stood up, grinning beneath his mask, as the telekinetic energy that held him down before slipped right thrugh him; one cannot hold the air, and that was about as effective as trying to hold an intangible Reaper.  He then sprinted towards the strange figure, narrowly avoiding a swipe of the energy mace as he closed the distance between the two. 

Not wasting any of his precious momentum, he dove straight through his enemy, his gauntlets' unique energy coupled with his own intangibility to scramble the other being's synapses, not quite lasting long enough to knock him out, but effectively paralyzing him for a time.

"Take some time out, okay?"  He then returned to his prisoner, solidified, grabbed onto her, and phased them both through the ground and into the sewers below.  From there, he made his way back to hs apartment, making sure to keep his invisibility and intangibility active at all times; he didn't need another random encounter tonight; he had to report in, hand over the prisoner, and get some much needed sleep.

((Sorry, I didn't see telepathy as any of Reborn's abilities in his character sheet; thought he only had a high level of telekinesis and electrokinesis.))

Command was punctual, which was good.  They took the prisoner without additional hassle, save for the intrusion of an Observer.

"What went wrong, Reaper?"

"They had telepaths, they found me when I was invisible."

"Nonetheless, you should have been able to get in, take down the target, and get out."

"But I couldn't.  I was lucky to survive."

"Maybe.  But why didn't you have your cowl's neural scrambler active?  Would that not have blocked their psionic intrusions?"

"Yeah, but you know I hate to rely upon external equipment.  Even the gauntlets were pushing it."

"Even so, if your personal preferences are interfering with your effectiveness and the mission, your decisions may have to be made for you.  You're lucky we don't stuff you in some Stalker armour."

"Again, I work better using my own skills."

"That remain to be seen.  I still do not understand why you wo't at least use the rest of the armour.  it's saved many agents so far."

"Their reliance upon such equipment is precisely why I avoid it; I hate being indebted to anything."

"Apparently.  Just...see to it that you activate your neural scrambler from now on, Reaper.  Too many more failures and certain 'measures' will have to be taken."

With that the Observer left, along with the remnants of the retrieval team.  Cale sighed, and relaxed.  He took his gauntlets off, adn placed them in their charger, beneath the bed.  He took his mask and hood in his hands, and tinkered with the miniscule scrambler control panel.  While he hated using this sort of tech, his target had been able to easily detect him, and attack him, even while he remained unseen.  Cale didn't want that happening again, as he knew the next time he fought the Redeemers, they wouldn't be as lenient as last time.  And he couldn't risk having his one benefit being compromised. 

So with a dissatisfied groan, he activated the device, and placed the cowl on the arm of an easy chair, into which he sat, after binding adn treating his wounds as best he could with what medical supplies he had.  He had some time to finally relax.  Command's threats against his brother were escalating.  And there was no way Cale was going to let anything happen to his brother.  He was the only family he had left, and Zachary was going to do his best to protect his helpless younger brother.  Nothing was going to stand in his way...

Tharus, who had managed to regain control of himself a few moments after climbing down into the sewers outside the Redeemer warehouse, had began to track the prey (for that is what he had began to think of the one known as Reaper as) through the sewers, the prey had moved in a relatively straight line. He came to a junction, where the sewer split into four, with a access hole above, Reapers scent continued on, but Tharus had a feeling it would be best to exit now, so he did so. He emerged slowly as ever, checking for vehicles lest he wish to become a head shorter. His claws scratched asphalt, and his strong arms pulled him out of the sewers quickly once he knew it was clear. He saw the preys house, found a good hiding spot, and waited.

Sorry, Mandalorian Assassain--I didn't have it on there, just on a later post and the post where I attacked you, I mentioned a telepathic attack--but I did forget to list it on my charry bio. Sorry about that.

Post later.

Thats why its mostly awareness, but he can basically press his mind on people, but not actually affect them. Just disrupt powers like in the case of Reaper. And telekinesis hasn't been used much--I deliberately made his telepathy limited to disruption and observation, because I was afraid of that. But since he's mostly alone....and has no gadgets....I'll try to focus more on electrokinesis, as that's his main weapon. But Reaper isn't affected much by electrokinesis, and I need a reason to stop him from immediately disappearing if I show up. 

Don't expect telepathy to have much play outside of that, and general awareness. I don't want a hugely overpowered character.

((One thing being that electrokinesis is a major weak point for Reaper...so with Reborn wielding not only his greatest weakness, but to be able to remove Reaper's one single benefit (his powers), you've essentially made Reaper moot.))

Amy had made her way to the food court, mainly because it seemed to be the busiest place in the mall. She ordered a latte from Starbucks and sat at a table for two to think. She could go to the Police but chances were they’d think her crazy or realise she was a mutant and try to pin the crime on her.

She reached into her red apron to retrieve her wallet. She flicked through the contents until she found the business card she was looking for. A long time ago back when she was in high school she’d met a reporter by the name of Carmen. She’d seemed rather intense and very dominating but Amy had a feeling that now might just be the right time to call the reporter.

Amy let out a sigh and she realised that she’s have to return to the phone booth. She didn’t like the prospect and instead made her way to the nearest shop that sold mobile phones. She bought a cheap pre-paid model and had it activated within minutes.

With slightly shaky fingers Amy dialled the number and pressed the phone to her ear. She was greeted with an annoyed, “Yes?”

“Is that Carmen?” Amy asked.

“What if it is?” Came the response.

“My name is Amy, I met Carmen some time ago. I wanted to tell her about a story she could publish in her paper.” Amy explained.

“What sort of story?” Was the sharp retort.

Amy held the phone close and looked around praying no one was listening, “About a bizarre murder.”

The voice became velvety, “Really, now that does sound like something that would interest me. Where can I meet you?”

Amy let out a sigh of relief. “I’ll be out the front of Starbucks at the Norton Mall.”

“Which level?” Carmen asked.

“Level two, please be quick.” Amy whimpered.

The voice that answered was more predatory than soothing, “Don’t worry, I will be.”

Michael stood bewildered as Carmen answered phone.  From what he understood she was after some sort of story.  She was a reporter?  Hmm.

"Where are you going?"

"Norton Mall."

WIthout another word she disappeared. 

"What the..."

Michael sighed.  Well Reaper would have to wait.  Norton Mall seemed a bit more pressing at the moment.  Michael shoved his hands in his pockets and began towards the mall.  At least Norton Mall wasn't terrbly far away.  Only about an hour walk.  If he jogged he could probably cut it in half.  Michael hated long distance jogging.  He was built more for quick bursts of energy.  Oh well.  Might as well get it over with...

((It's OK.  It's not a normal intangibility affecting factor; I just gave it as a weakness to Reaper, to make him less invincible.  No problem))

It didn't look like sleep was coming.  Every time Zach closed his eyes he was greeted by a flood of images, sights and sounds.  Featuring prominently in these chaotic dreams were his brother and the obnoxious Observer who had visited him earlier.  His target, Tharus, along with that one guy called Mimik, and the mysterious telekine/telepath/electrokine also appeared at various intervals.  He woke from his attempt at leep with a scream of fear and pain, although he could no longer remember what for.

"I gotta get out.  Clear my head."  Cale mumled to himself, as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.  He got dressed in a pair of jeans, a black T-shirt, and put on his boots.  This time, though, he didn't want any metahuman conflicts, so he left his gauntlets and cowl in his apartment, under his bed.  He also did something else that went against his mode of operation; he used the front door.  And the elevator.

Once outside, he took a deep breath of the cool night air.  It was soothing, refreshing, like a mother caressing her child.  Already calmed slightly, he thrust his hands into his pockets, and began to walk, staying on the sidewalks and staying visible and solid; he wanted to be normal for now, at least for a little while.

Mister Haze continued to sit in his trance like state, as his consciousness shifted to the bugs in the mall, who were searching for the Boyce girl. One unlucky bug had flown into the girls' bathroom, a very likely place for a scared young woman to hide. Unfortunately, the bug was squashed for its efforts.

"NGAH!!!" Mr. Haze cried out in pain from the seat of his limo, scrambling the senses of all his bugs as the death of one of the Hive-mind called Mr.Haze reverberated trough them.

Go to where your brother died Haze subconsciously instructed the scouts.Find who did it.

Not much later, a group of scout bugs were flitting about the ceiling of the food court, several of them catching the face of someone unexpected.

"Carmen..." mr. Haze groaned from the backseat.

A half an hour later Michael arrived at the mall huffing and panting.  Michael hated running.  He arrived at the front entrance to see a gaping hole in the doors.  Michael carefully stepped over the wreckage and saw people sitting stunned on the ground.  Windows and kiosks were in pieces on the ground.  A path could be picked out amongst the destruction.  Michael carefully made his way through broken stores and general carnage.  As he got farther along, the panic became greater.  Until he reached the food court of the mall.  People were running back and forth some of them knocking into Michael as he tried to cut through the crowds.  A sound reminiscent of a motor cycle was heard.  Finally Michael broke through the throngs of people and came upon what looked to be a super on a motorbike.  And Carmen was here.  Perfect.

"Hey you!  Buddy!  Would you mind taking your joy ride outside?"