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Fallen Heros
Topic Started: Apr 20 2010, 05:22 PM (1,641 Views)
DaftBryan
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Backstory:

Everyone's life is impacted by supernatural, magical powers in some way. A massive pharmaceutical company, WorldOne, produced a serum long ago that amplified a gene in human blood. This gene, when amplified, transformed people, physically, mentally and meta-physically. The gene was what allowed humans to use strange powers over the years, healing, magic, special sense and the like.
WorldOne was destroyed by another pharmaceutical company, Toxima, however, in doing so, Toxima also revealed that they were, in fact, gods. They used their powers to destroy all traces of the serum.
Except one.
A brilliantly intelligent gangster known only as Havok got his hands on the serum during the Toxima raid. After mass-producing it, and resurrecting war-tyrants of the past, started another company known as Magnus. Magnus sold the serum, at first only to the rich. Once they had enough money, they deployed the serum aerially. All humans developed some kind of power.
But it was all cut short when one single human, Zyphir Liberia, transformed into a god and accidentally destroyed the world.
After a massive battle with several other gods, Zyphir recreated the world, allowing humans the amplified gene from birth, however, only slightly amplified. There was almost no chance anyone would ever turn into a god and fuck things around that much ever again. Almost.

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This is an urban, scary world. Almost every citizen has some kind of weapon, be it magical or mundane. Technology surpassed most expectations, and magic was well known.

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The darkness was home. Shread strolled past some warehouses on the pier. He continued his walk past a factory when his watch beeped. He looked at it, moved a few steps in various directions and sat down. He, along with his things, went into the shadow of a building. Sitting in darkness, Shread pulled out his laptop. He connected to the business' internet, and made sure to ignore security. He checked out the news, checked on his friends and looked for something to do. A car show was in town.

This was Shread's opportunity. He looked back up to the cement surface, viewing a few business people looking for him. Shread loaded his gun. One of the men looked around, alerted by the sound. Shread aimed his gun upward and fired. The bullet pierced the man's groin, blood dripping into the shadow hole where Shread was sitting. He rose up, covered in the other man's life.
He reached into the man's pocket, and took out his wallet. He also calmly took the man's pocket computer. He started running away, before diving into the ground. He sunk into the shadow of a skyscraper. He moved himself to the very top of it, walking casually. He was also on the man's pocket computer, trying to figure out just who he was.
"Arnold Rigur. Real-Estate Agent."
Some corporate nobody.
Shread got to the top of the shadow and jumped out. He was at the top of a building, on the side of it. He grabbed onto the edge of it, and pulled himself up onto the roof.
Shread saw a flash of light, before recognizing a police officer. "Hey, Thomas. Why y'all covered in red?" he asked.
Being covered in blood wasn't out of the norm for police to see someone anymore.
"I've told you before. It's Shread." he drew his weapon, "Save yourself, it's too late for me."
"Excuse me? What are you gonna do jump?" the police officer reached for his gun as well. Shread shot, then dropped into the shadow of the man's bullet. It was a tricky maneuver, but he'd practiced it many times in his 26 years of life.
He rose just under the bullet, effectively dodging it. He'd done a nice job with his marksmenship. He shot the cop in the middle of the ribs.
Shread took the man's gun and nightstick, before charging to the edge of the building. He dove down into the shadows, and continued into the underground parking, and then the subway. He rose onto a subway, sitting beside a group of thugs.
They looked at him. When he thought they were about to question him, Shread pulled out a gun to two of their faces.
"Quiet."
The subway got to it's destination. Time for Shread to get some wheels.
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The day had called for black loose pants and a rather inconspicuous sweater with a large shinning image of a car on it's front. He could have been anyone's kid, son or daughter depending on how brave the questioner felt. The plain flat bottomed shoes were uncomfortable but they needed to be worn. Wandering about the busy car show trying to look interested in everything about him, he eventually paused leaning against the stairs down to the subway.
Out of his satchel Lyraris pulled out a large wrapped sandwich and happily began eating the delicious sandwich with its salami and ample vegetables and bread. At some point about half way into the sandwich he guessed the sound of the subway arriving drifted up from the underground below and the chatter of new arrivals mixed with the sound of people getting on and off. Something about his location at the change over made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and he shifted trying to hide the uneasiness as merely getting comfortable.
Finishing the sandwich and taking a gulp of a carbonated peach drink Lyraris tossed away the sandwich wrapping and set about wandering the crowds once again.
Soon one of those nice portable lock boxes full of hard earned money would belong to him.
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Steve slowly walked out of the alley, and started walking in the same direction as the crowds, despite his destination being in the opposite direction. Hopefully, nobody would have heard the quick bit of gunplay that had happened back there. Even if they did, he would be far gone by then, and the half-empty clip he had left near the bodies couldn't be traced.

Slowly finding his way to the subway stop, Steve reflected on how the day had played out so far. He'd been dealing with a few more hit men than usual, but he was not being particularly careful about covering his tracks today. He wanted to clear the air for a little while, needing a few days of no interference.

Calmly checking his pockets to make sure he had everything, Steve checked into a side street where the foot traffic was finally going in a favourable direction. He looked for all the world, like a normal college student trying not to be bothered. After another 10 minutes, Steve took the stairs down to the subway platform, two at a time. After flashing one of his various fake ident-cards at the security guard, he strolled onto the platform and bought a newspaper. The Sun, he thought, but he wasn't really paying attention.

Sitting down at one of the various cafe chairs, Steve started to scan the crowds, pretending to be reading his newspaper. If someone was looking for him specifically, they would have noticed that he only made passing glances at the newspaper, and seemed more interested in the parade of humanity marching around the turnstiles and towards the cars.

Eyes narrowing, Steve saw his mark heading into one of the washrooms. After about 30 seconds, he got up, threw his newspaper into the recycler, and entered the poorly maintained bathroom where his current target was currently sitting in stall 2. Thankfully there wasn't anyone else in the bathroom when Steve entered, otherwise this might become complicated.

Steve had to piss, so he used the urinal, and was finished when the man in the stall unlatched the door. Only pausing to make sure that it WAS the man that he was looking for, Steve swung his fist at the taller man's head, his pistol-laden hand connecting with his skull, and Steve quickly double-tapped the trigger.

The man's skull was thick, and the bullets weren't too powerful, otherwise the cleanup here would be a bit more complicated. Instead, all Steve had to do was move the body back into the stall, make sure the cadaver was in the right pose, and walk out. He calmly walked back to the little bistro inside the stop, and grabbed a cup of coffee. Sitting down in the same chair as before, he waited to see who would come to see the body.
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Shread walked from the subway to the auto show, mere meters away. He had a strong feeling that the security posted there would be armed, with both mechanical and magical weaponry. Oclium, the strongest metal in existence (known to have the ability to slay gods), might even be in their arsenal. Thankfully, Shread's notoriety wasn't considerable, but it existed. He noticed a hologram on top of a car. It was of Zyphir Liberia, the man who saved this dimension.
Shread walked toward the car. He looked around, noticing that not many people were near. Lucky. He read the sticker on the window.
"Oclium-enforced armored vehicle, driving by God"
God must have referred to Zyphir.
Shread phased into the shadows of the car, and was now sitting on the driver's seat. He turned the key. The engine started. He pressed on the gas.
Nothing happened.
Ink sprayed on Shread's face. It came from the steering wheel. "Fuck!" He yelled, smashing it with his fists. He dove back into the shadows. He'd wait for someone to get into this car, or even buy it, then he would strike.
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When the armored vehicle to the left of one of the venues suddenly roared to life the engine purring nicely attention was beautifully stripped from what Lyraris was seeking. With a swift motion one of the large lock boxes full of money vanished into his bag and he was on his way innocently sauntering across the lot pretending to be a late comer to the gaggle of people crowded around the mysteriously running vehicle. Slowly the crowd died down and the door to the vehicle was amusingly left unlocked after nothing could be found wrong within.
Guessing that the security system might have gone off spontaneously or some other defect, Lyraris decided that it would make a decent get away car. Waiting for the crowd to die down again Lyraris got into character and set about staring at the car amazed much as a young kid his age probably would.
A middle aged man eventually came around grey flecking his hair here and there and crouched in front of the seemingly young Lyraris, "You seem to be pretty impressed with this car young man."
The man's voice was warm and fatherly and some part of Lyraris liked it. Nodding vigorously Lyraris emulated the glee that only the young could achieve, and looking young he pulled it off quite nicely. Smiling Lyraris responded, "I'm Lyraris, though everyone calls me Rari."
"Well Rari would you like to sit in a vehicle that was once driven by the God himself?" The words were spoken warmly and kindly.
Lyraris didn't need to pretend much excitement creeping into him as he looked forward to the opportunity and said barely coherently, "The Zyphir Libera? Really you'll let me? Oh please! Oh please! Oh please!"
Following the kind old man a shadow of sadness played across Lyraris' features about what was about to happen. As the man boosted Lyraris into the drivers seat and after a moment of awh Lyraris lashed out at the older man with the money laden backpack. It knocked him back just long enough for Lyraris to slam the door shut and lock the vehicle. Hopefully they didn't have a spare set of keys on hand. Diving beneath the steering wheel Lyraris pulled out a small multi tool from his pocket and began rewiring the car. The shouts became more organized outside and he knew he was going to have to get this done almost instantly.
A sound outside the door told him it was now or never and a wrenching of the key made the vehicle roar into life. Then no so much stepping on as pressing the gas with his hand moved the vehicle forward earning a curse outside the door and soon enough Lyraris was awkwardly driving the tank like vehicle out of the car show a couple hundred grand on top of the expensive and possibly legendary vehicle.
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"What do you think you're doing, stealing Liberia's car?" Shread muttered, phasing up in the passenger seat.
His hand was wrapped around the handle of a gun, his index finger expertly on the trigger. His other hand mimic'd.
His left hand was at the driver's temple.
"You best be careful with my ride. Now where are you taking us?"
If this guy could disable the security he might be worth keeping around.
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Emerging from the subway stop, Steve saw a heavily armored car slowly pull out of the auto show's expansive parking lot. Slowly walking down the street, he saw that the passenger had a pistol pulled and aimed at the driver's head. The security contractors on site would have to contact the police force before they could do anything, and it looked like that was going to take a little while.

Deciding the risk/reward worked well enough, Steve saw the passenger, ink all over his face, jab the gun a bit harder into the driver's temple, and decided that ink-face was a carjacker. He would have to take care of this gently, or ink-face might start plugging people. As a gaggle of onlookers saw the gun and began to panic, Steve subtlety twitched a couple of fingers, and the armored rig rose about a foot into the air. No one seemed to notice his gesture, and Steve could maintain a field like this for days if necessary. He calmly observed the passenger's reaction, as police cars began arriving. Steve found it a bit odd that there would be this many officers here for a simple carjacking, but then he realized what the car was. Or, rather, who the former owner was.

Steve was now wondering who the driver was, to be behind the wheel this legendary car. From the youthful look the person had, he didn't think he was the actual owner.
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"I didn't realize you had such a poor relationship with your car mister." The snarky comment couldn't be avoided, "Or were you having too much fun together and she got you all messy?"
This was about the point where panic set in as Lyraris bit back any further comments and sharply spat, "If you havn't noticed we've stopped, and well if we don't start moving again some moron with an extra set of keys will make all of this pointless as we will both be out a car." Sighing Lyraris asked patiently, "Would you mind helping me find the guy stalling us here and kindly shoot at him not me? Then we can go loose this heat and have coffee or something, consider it a favor for getting us out of here. Hell I might even let you keep the car." Lyraris knew that if he wanted the car he'd get the car eventually but for now a bullet through the head would not help with that.
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"Yeah. Luckily for us Oclium is completely unbreakable. 'A strange metal made of noble gases.' And for the coffee, two cream, three sugar." Shread loaded an oclium bullet into his gun. He knew he'd need the extra firepower it allowed.
"Be right back."
Shread faded into a shadow inside the car, and came out in the shadow of the man keeping gravity on the fritz. He grabbed him and phased back so he was effectively in the car, sitting in the back seat with his gun on this guy's temple.
"I was going to kill you but then I realized just how useful you might be."
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