RPG Dark City: A Super Humans' Tale (Page 3 of 6)

The Reborn roamed the rooftops watching and waiting for...something. Despite feeling that he was ready, he felt something was missing. He had the Power, and he had blades, but he felt he was missing something. Motion in the alley below caught his eye. Four men were threatening a young women with metal rods. He would have been content to watch, or ignore the whole thing, but something, a feeling, rose up from within, from what was left of his soul, deeply buried under cold thoughts. Under his mask, the Reborn blinked. Did he feel pity? Yes...something left from Before--the man he once was wanted to help her.

Though he tried, he couldn't fully ignore this feeling. And he did feel like testing his powers on a helpless foe. So he dropped down into the alley, and the thugs turned towards the sound. Before they could see him, the Reborn absorbed the electricity in the area, felt it flow into him, and the lamp nearby died. One of the thugs charged him, metal bar raised, and a bolt of lightening arced to his weapon, and he fell, screaming. The Reborn raised a blade, and watched as electricity danced across its surface. Interesting. He flung it into another's chest, then pulled a rod to his hand, focusing energy into. He watched in interest as a crackling thread of electricity formed from its end, then snapped it, and the third thug dropped. The Reborn toyed with his new weapon, stepped into the moonlight.

The fourth thug backed away dropping his weapon and fleeing at the sight of him--A Knight clad in Shadow, wielding a whip of pure electricity. The Reborn laughed. He returned his attention to his new weapon, changed the form of the energy, noting its flexibility. Now it was a shorter thread of energy, with crackling ball of energy at the end--a mace. He nodded. He had his weapon. He released the energy, and the lamp sputtered to life, flaring in brilliance. The woman, who had been cowering on the ground, flinched, covered her eyes. When she looked again, her savior was gone.

And throughout the underworld of Norton Peak, word of the Shadow Knight spread.

"No one special."

"That's no answer."

"I'm called Reaper.  You're Mimic, right?"  Cale grinned slightly beneath his mask.  Let them sweat; they didn;t know how much about them he knew.

"I'm a ghost.  I wander around, and I haunt things.  Guess what; you are definitely haunted."

Mimic didn't respond.  If anything, it looked like Reaper wasn't getting through to him.  Pity.  Mimic repeated the question.

"Would you believe I'm here to collect the souls of those cursed to an eternity of torment for their crimes?" Cale responed.

Mimic just stared.

"How about, I'm here to play practical jokes by haunting random people?"

Still nothing.

"Maybe I'm here to collect wheat from the grocery store?"

"Who says you're the good guy anyhow?  And besides, I sense repetition here."

"Just.  Answer.  The.  Question."

"Okay, fine.  I am...was...a normal person.  In high school, I was almost always ignored, invisible to people around me.  I hit eighteen, and bam, suddenly I find I can go invisible, for real.  So I left my ungrateful home, and came here.  I was wandering around, when I nearly got hit by one of your buddy's arrows.  I followed you, and your friend attacked me, forcing me to fight back, accidentally injuring your other friend, before getting shoved in here."

Michael smiled.  He stod up and exited the room without a word.  Walking upstairs he looked for one particular mutant.  It didn't take long to find this one. 

"Ah High Voltage!  I think I have need of your special talents downstairs."

The flamboyantly dressed mutant turned to Michael and smiled.

"Well when you need a bit of a shock I'm the guy to look for!"  Michael cracked a fake smile.  He hadn't heard that one before.  Michael briefed him on the way down.  It also helped that High Voltage was slightly sadistic.

They both entered the room.  Reaper hadn't moved a muscle.

"What's wrong too much to handle on your own?"

"Frankly I don't believe a word of your story.  Your gloves are awfully hightech for someone who wanders the streets.  And I don't remember you ever mentioning technopath in your repetoire.  So this is the last time I will ask before I am forced to withdraw from the question and hand it over to Sparky there."

High Voltage was playing with a spark jumping from finger to finger. 

"Why are you here?"

"Who sent you?"

"Aww come on!  You only said one question."

"I altered my plans.  Pray I don't alter it further.  ((I had to.))  Tell me who is your employer.  It's really not that hard to do."

"Not quite."  Michael nodded to Energon and Alexa who opened a small hole in the force field.  High Voltage shot as big as a bolt through as he could.  Michael halted him as the electricity coursed through Reaper's body.  His gauntlets sparked as the electricity went through them.  Reaper grunted.

"I'm really sorry.  I need as much as you know about your employer.  I don't want to make this too messy."

Michael sighed.  That seemed to be about as much as they would get from Reaper.  He motioned for High Voltage to follow as he closed the door.  He addressed Alexa and Energon.  "You only have to hold this for a few more minutes.  I'm going to go upstairs make a call, then come back down with a telepath who will knock this guy out until we can further decide what to do with him."

They both nodded not wanting to break their concentration.  Michael and High Voltage headed back upstairs.  Michael found a telepath and sent him down.  Michael opened his cell and dialed a number. 

"Hello?"

"Gez ((Rev's char for those who don't know))?  It's me Michael Shaw.  Mimik."

"Hey long time no talk!"

"Listen Gez, I got a secret leader of some government group.  Mind looking it up for me?"

"Sure what you got?"

"His name is Operator.  One of his operatives is named Reaper.  And that's pretty much all I know.  Think you can help?"

Gez walked down the various parking rows fumbling in his pockets for the keys to the car sitting in the end space. He got in the Cuda and drove it out of the parking complex, spinning the tires as he pulled out on the main road. The loud masculine tone of the engine and exhaust was almost soothing, making the lesser economy sedans look like pansies as he passed them by. The moment was, however, interrupted by the Imperial March ringtone blaring in his tiny ear headset.

"Ahck...oww...geez..." Gez reached to his ear and activated the mic. "Hello?...Hey long time no talk!...Sure, what you got?...Yeah, maybe. I have limited access on the uplink, but I'm heading over to  the Arca Barracks Armory to pick up some hardware, and can possibly get more data on my computer there. I can check what's allowed but that's it...yeah give me a sec."

Gez connected his datapad to the secure satellite uplink pulling numerous files, but the connection stopped, prompting a high level security code. "Err...problem. I have a few things on file, purchase records it looks like...The cost doesn't add up though...Maybe they ordered solid gold desk chairs?...heck I have no idea...I don't have the proper security clearance to get anything else..."

(sorry i have not been on the past few days, preparing for Thanksgiving and i've been kicked off the computer, so i'll have to resort to posting in school for now. any help here would be hot as for a place for me to jump in )

Reaper grunted.  His invisibility was having difficulties here.  This guy was obviously a telepath.  Luckily, though, he had some experience with them before.  He began to think of the most random things he could think of, a purple cow, a pen, a five day old puppy, blue sky, and others along with a constant stream of random numbers.  The flow of unstructured thoughts was bound to at the very least make concentration upon his mind more difficult for this meta.

"I am none of your business."  He subtly energized his gauntlets, in case things got dirty.  "Get out of my way; I'm busy here."  While he answered this strange attacker, he worked on summoning enough mental energy to force himself into invisibility.

The Reborn smiled grimly beneath his mask--"Reaper" was resisting. He was worthy. It wouldn't matter. Random thoughts would make controlling or reading the mind difficult--unfortunately for Reaper, he needed to do neither. He only needed to press hard enough to make him give in, and to keep him from disappearing. He gathered more strength, pouring the untrained, brute power of his mind into Reapers, crushing resistance. Reaper flinched. "Tell me." The Reborn pounded his words into his foes mind. WHO ARE YOU! "Resistance is futile...Reaper."