Roaming The Streets

Dusty
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Roaming The Streets Mar 28, 2022 17:40:00 GMT

Post by Dusty on Mar 28, 2022 17:40:00 GMT

Today was the day. The day an Armoured APC would start trucking through the streets of NYC. It was… Threatening, at first. Looked like some massive military force was making it’s way into NYC. Right till it started to follow traffic laws, coming to a halt at a crossing as a red light came to life. It was painted black, with a crude symbol spray painted on the side. It looked like one of those PMC symbols, the ones you’d find fighting for a conflict that didn’t concern them - and now it was just driving around NYC without any real reason. If the driver wasn’t being a respectful commuter, someone could be very concerned. Or they were already. Clearly, they didn’t give a damn.

Who was the driver? Inside, one could see a grizzled looking man - driving through the streets calmly, with a cigarette in his mouth. His APC towered over the cars. And he didn’t look like he had a care in the world. He would pull up to the traffic lights, settling his car next to a small little dingy car. Right old banger of a ride, it was - typical first car of a new driver. As he pulled up, he would hear it honk its horn. He had a big car, so he expected some people to get annoyed. He would crank down the window, peering out and leaning over - his cybernetic arm leaning over. Really imposing - threatening almost as he pulled out his cigarette.

The honking stopped. The guy in the over car was probably terrified at what he just honked at, Alexander just staring at him before gesturing in front of him.

“It’s a green light, mate. And I believe I get the right away.”

He said, smiling before cranking up the window again and just driving down the road. As he did, he would give the car a friendly wave - honking back with a loud, ear straining horn. Then he would drive down the street. Turning the corner and smiling at the now terrified driver!

He didn’t really care about people getting annoyed about him driving around, he was almost there. Recently, he had bought out an office building in NYC. A new FOB, a new operation base. Somewhere he could set himself up, somewhere centralised. The first place of many - somewhere to start recruiting, getting his forces together. NYC was a staging ground for something new. Something special. The first step, if he was a cheeky idiot who thought he was wise.

This was where he was gonna start his new life. Using his skills to help people. Of course he chose the loudest way to announce himself. The most noticeable way to make himself know to the people in NYC.

After a while, he would pull up to his office - stopping outside and hopping out of his APC, looking at the dump he just bought. It looked ancient - recently abanoned and sold to him by some desperate idiot trying to get out of NYC. It wasn't hard to buy, and now he could see why.

“Use some work, for sure.”

[ OOC ]

[ - Feel free to join, anyone noticing an APC driving through New York probably has a reason to check it out.
- Casual Event, not planning on any fighting. ]

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Roaming The Streets Mar 29, 2022 4:06:18 GMT

Post by lowlaville on Mar 29, 2022 4:06:18 GMT

Traffic can be daunting, especially in cities like NYC where millions of people live and commute daily to work. And on that day, Jacob found himself behind the wheels of his car, driving back home from an assignment down the coast. He had his windows rolled down and a cigarette to his mouth. On the outside of the pack now resting on his lap was a warning. “Smoking Causes Cancer. Smoking Kills.” pasted on top of an image of diseased black lungs. Jacob always found it amusing whenever he saw that because his system had a tendency to purify any toxic elements almost immediately. And so the warning was meant only for base humans with no abilities whatsoever.

A loud honking distracted him. In front of him was a large black APC. It was the driver in that small car that was honking angrily. Jacob sighed. Why was someone driving an APC down a public lane though? Of course despite the noise of everything and everyone around, beginning with the subtle howl of the breeze to the erratic breathing of someone next car over, to the clicking of the pencil of a boy a few cars behind, to the sound of smooching from a woman…despite all of that; Jacob could well spy on what the man in the APC said, even if he was three rows behind.

Well, it wasn’t interesting but it was somewhat curious. Curiosity that led Jacob to follow the man. He pulled into an abandoned lot, like really abandoned. Moss covered walls, grass growing through patches of concrete and all that. Jacob figured this place was most likely up for demolition. So why was this man there? Well as the man in the APC made no effort to hide his presence, then the likely conclusion was that he wanted people to follow him. As such, Jacob didn’t make any effort to hide himself either. “If you’re into real estate, I’d say you’ve been duped.” Said Jacob, pulling up from the man’s right, wearing his office attire, a black colored suit with matching shoes and golden sunglasses. In his left hand, tucked between his forefinger and ring finger, he held the cigarette butt nearly finished, letting up a single stream of white misty smoke. His eyes seemed to survey the building the same as Alexander. “Or are you planning something else here?”

He liked the quiet though. It soothed his heightened senses. The only sound that he could spy on were the small scurrying of rats and bugs- something that would undoubtedly creep out most human beings but he? After having heard it since he was 16? Jacob was more than used to it now.

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Roaming The Streets Mar 29, 2022 13:40:22 GMT

Post by JasmineNooby on Mar 29, 2022 13:40:22 GMT

Three Days Aster, Three more days. You have to find somewhere by then… just three more days…

The Ryudemon was blindly flying at high speeds far above the traffic of New York, spinning in the air as the mundane colours of the city whizzed by. But out of all the dull sounds, a more high pitched beeping was heard, along with the loud rumbling of an engine. And this pulled her out of this blind state.

Looking down, Aster spotted an odd looking vehicle. She had seen ones like this before, but they were slightly different. She wasn’t going to go into details. But, this vehicle caught her attention and as bad as it was, she began to follow it. Seeing the abandoned building up ahead caught her attention and made her beyond excited. Since she’s been here she hasn’t seen any place overridden with nature.

The Empress flew faster, infact, she was sitting on a roof happily smiling down at the man who had gotten out of his vehicle… then, another person turned up behind them, speaking words of light tones.

Unbeknownst to Aster, she was letting her aura seep out, it began to cover the area, becoming rather dense despite her looking extremely kind… then again, she was paler than usual, occasional slow pulses of Cyan and Crimson could be seen barely lighting up her face.

Then, after the other grey haired man had stopped speaking, Aster spoke in awe, keeping that natural warm aura around her, she jumped down from the roof and stretched her wings as she looked around again, her tones were light,

“This place is amazing! You must have an image of what you want this place to look like.”

She took another deep breath, looking around as crimson pumped through her body, subtly, Aster leant up against the wall she was behind, making it look natural as she continued to speak,

“You must be new in the area as well, I mean, if you need anything or a hand I’d be happy to help.”

She was speaking with true honest words. The Empress was in need of a distraction from her incoming chaos and throughout it all, she kept her odd eyes bright, and her smile warm.

Last Edit: Mar 31, 2022 2:45:25 GMT by JasmineNooby

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Aster Achillea

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Roaming The Streets Mar 30, 2022 22:24:55 GMT

Post by Sensational on Mar 30, 2022 22:24:55 GMT

An APC tended to get one's attention. An APC with an unknown sigil painted onto its side drew even more attention, especially when such vehicles did not typically make their way through the streets of New York. Of course, there had to be a commotion when Jasper had been trying to visit of friend of his over the brief weekend respite granted to the veteran college student. The vigilante sighed.

THWIP!

He took a single swing from a web-line before landing on the top of the roof of vehicle, carefully and silently while remaining completely cloaked and invisible to the eye. Crossing his arms behind his head, joining his hands, and lying down on the roof of the car, Jasper hummed to himself as he remained muted to the outside world while he kept an eye and an ear out for any trouble. Not long after, the car pulled into an abandoned lot, surrounded by buildings lost to mold and vegetative life. What a dump.

Not unlike a few of the populated areas of Duskburg.

Another man, one of a leaner build yet no less intimidating in his own right, had exited their car and began approaching the cyborg, the original driver of the APC Jasper had caught a ride on. The sarcastic spider-guy wondered if the two would elope right here and then. It would not be the strangest thing ever. Shaking the funny little thought out of his head, the vigilante turned over, lying on his side, and watch the two converse.

The spiderhuman's eyes glanced upward as he noticed someone closing in. Air currents disrupted as someone flew down at rapid speed before landing softly on the nearby roof. There was something off about her, setting off his instincts. His eyes narrowed before tapping the side of his mask. Pictures and a couple recordings of this trio should be good enough for now, and running the three faces through facial recognition and their driver's plates should give him a few results on who these people were, one way or another. Assuming any of them had any social media or criminal presence he could view and access.

Lying down casually and gazing at the three talking, the sensational superhero had to stop himself from tapping the roof of the car out of boredom. This place was a dump. At least one of them would try to make it less of a dump. It seems like an issue that did not involve nor need to involve him at all, unless a fight would break out or someone was feeling particularly violent today.

I give this five minutes before I'm gone.

". . ."

He contemplated putting on Hocus Pocus by Manhattan Focus. It seemed fitting enough. Maybe. It was still midday and it was bright out. He needed something a little calmer that fit his current mood of boredom.

Last Edit: Mar 30, 2022 22:25:07 GMT by Sensational

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Dusty
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Roaming The Streets Mar 31, 2022 1:42:05 GMT

Post by Dusty on Mar 31, 2022 1:42:05 GMT

“Duped? Nah mate, don’t worry. Had people scope this place out before I bought it. It’s a dump, sure - but everything about it’s secure. Walls are intact, foundations fine. Just gotta give dah place a new coat of paint, and it’ll shine like a flawless diamond.”

The Cyborg said, before going to the back of the APC and pulling out a massive case; it was bigger than him. Crates like that are typically carried by two guys, maybe even three and Alexander was carrying it about like it was a suitcase. He would place it down on the ground, dusting off his hands and offering out to Jacob. His human arm, not the metallic arm. Taking a look at him, most of his body was metallic too. Apart from his head and one of his arms. Unique.

“Names Alexander. I’m gonna turn this dump into a firm. Security Firm - or something more heroic if I get the name. Nice to meet yah.”

He would say with a smile. Despite his opposing stature, he was nice. No need to be a grizzled old ass about everything - he had the right to, but in his eyes there wasn’t a point. As he held out his hand, he would look up as Aster landed - using his arm to block any dust and dirt from being kicked up from her landing.

He would stare at her for a moment - strange place, NYC. What a colourful cast of characters he’s meeting. As the Spiderhuman would trace on his face, it would be revealed he was someone who had a very documented history. The plates themselves wouldn’t reveal too much, but his face was plastered on military records. A very documented history of rewards and badges - ending in termination via a Court Marshall. That part of his history was covered in so much black ink however, not revealing the reason he was dishonourably discharged. Not much was found after his discharge other than the fact he was listed as K.I.A - dead. An error or faked; that wasn’t clear.

“You can help, sure! I got some crates, just gotta leave them here. Contractors will be here soon to start work on the place… Nothing valuable. Just some materials.”

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Roaming The Streets Mar 31, 2022 2:42:30 GMT

Post by lowlaville on Mar 31, 2022 2:42:30 GMT

Jacob didn’t think too much about it back then, but now as he stood in this relatively abandoned area, he found the smell of air freshener to be alien. It came from atop the roof of the APC. He could see and hear no one, but he could smell it. Odd. The werewolf hunter exclaimed to himself. Jacob’s public face existed on his Twitter account and if the vigilante had access to the police database, then it was not that difficult to pull his information using his car’s license plate. Jacob Hunter - Licensed Bail Bondsman - Owner of Lawful Metahuman Requisition coupled with his contacts and office address. He was an entirely legitimate person.

But he was distracted soon enough with the arrival of a winged woman. It was a pretty rare mutation if he ever saw one, sitting atop the roof of the abandoned building. He did not look, though, only registered her presence through hearing and she was far too high up and the direction of the wind was of no help carrying her scent down, and so for the moment, Aster remained an Enigma in the periphery of his vision.

Instead, his eyes followed as the not-entirely-human man walked back to his armored vehicle and pulled something large out of it, a big case that three men would find difficult to carry on their own. Boasting of his strength? A display for him? Jacob wondered just before the man offered a handshake and his name. Jacob appreciated that. “Jacob Hunter. I’m a…bail bondsman.” Maybe Alexander would know what that was, maybe he wouldn’t. “Nice to meet you as well, Alexander.”

The woman on the roof decided to jump down, and stretch her wings. Only then did he catch the scent of- well it was different from most anything he’s caught wind of before. It was not particularly alarming however, just intriguing. “Yeah- at least until the contractors or whoever arrives, we can help you set things up, move it about. Doesn’t seem like a one day job anyway.” And then when Alexander would show them the crates needed moving, he would help the cyborg go about his business.

“Do you smell Air Freshner coming from the top of your vehicle?” Inquired Jacob, whispering in Alexander’s ear. “I may be wrong but someone might be spying on us…”

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Roaming The Streets Mar 31, 2022 2:45:17 GMT

Post by JasmineNooby on Mar 31, 2022 2:45:17 GMT

Before Aster walked towards the APC to help, her pale, frail like body tinted a low cyan before a hand raised up and pointed to the top of the APC, she spoke softly, not bothered about the other being there with them,

“There’s someone on top of your vehicle, just so you’re aware.”

As for the being up there, they wouldn’t find much on her. A few short articles on her helping children and elderly, but the pictures there didn’t have her wings or horns. Just a normal human with irregular eyes.

Then, Aster walked up towards the APC, grabbing a crate with ease and moving it over to where Alexander would place his crate. She then introduced herself,

“I’m Aster, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Alexander, Jacob.”

She placed the crate down while smiling warmly, her aura getting stronger by the second - it wasn’t dense, well, not yet,

“A security firm? For general home security or more?”

Aster then gazed at the other person with them - the one who was visible. She glanced over the invisible person once more, her cyan glow coming back as her crimson wing and horn temporarily glitched cyan. This gaze was hell-like. It was sharp. A warning not to start anything.

Then, she returned to normal. Walking over to grab another crate.

Last Edit: Mar 31, 2022 2:45:36 GMT by JasmineNooby

Subject 01

Aster Achillea

Sensational
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Roaming The Streets Mar 31, 2022 3:47:31 GMT

Post by Sensational on Mar 31, 2022 3:47:31 GMT

</Data collected.>

That was rather quick. First things first would be the cyborg, capable of lifting the crates and cases with ease. Super strength, got it. It would seem the APC owner went by the name of Alexander Knul. All these redacted files concerning his dishonorary discharge from the military gave all the indication needed a cover up was in place. What was even more concerning was that his file read that he was killed in action. Something was not right. The young detective superhero could believe the reason behind this had been a good one, perhaps give this man a chance at a relatively normal life and open up this firm. Not a huge leap in logic. Or there could be a worse reason.

This required investigation, perhaps even an interrogation. Storing those files away and out of the HUD display, Jasper took notice of the bail bondsman and the information concerning him. Jacob Hunter. A metahuman that hunted down other metahumans. All of it seemed legitimate. Nothing too concerning. No real investigation needed unless something pertinent came up.

Finally, there was the enigma, this dragon lady. While everyone had been confused as to whether someone was watching them, Jasper had to thank his lucky stars that he installed air freshener into the suit. It covered his scent, even if the suit proved to be rather difficult to make filthy or unsanitary. However, his body inside the suit was another matter entirely. While he produced less sweat and greater endurance than the average person, Jasper was still human. The air freshener kept him from smelling bad and kept him safe from those who wished to track him down by his scent.

This dragon lady, however, had looked directly at him and glared, straight at his head. Could she see him? Was there another trick at play? He sat upwards before watching her walk away. A smirk grew on his face. There was only one way to find out.

He leapt off the car and landed before walking over to the crates Aster was heading towards. And just as she would reach out to grab ahold of a box, the trickster would move the boxes a few inches away out of her grasp. Again and again.

Woosh! Whish!

He chuckled a little, muted by his mask and suit, as he kept shifting it out of her grasp. And if she chose another target? He would do the same to those boxes and crates, making all her attempts be in vain for as long as he possibly could.

Oh this is great!

Last Edit: Apr 1, 2022 4:26:17 GMT by Sensational

Sensational

Dusty
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Roaming The Streets Mar 31, 2022 19:47:58 GMT

Post by Dusty on Mar 31, 2022 19:47:58 GMT

Another guy, huh? Alexander didn’t care too much. Instead he gave the two a nod before going back to the APC - sighing as their visitor moved around. It was subtle, and Alexander wasn’t too focused on him yet. What was the point? He didn’t want to introduce himself, the merc didn’t want to bother trying.

“Forget em’. If they wanna watch, let him.”

As the man got another crate out of the back of the APC, he would notice a crate that Aster was going for started shifting. Hearing the other two confirm there was another person here, he would sigh. He would place his own crate back down, looking at Jacob and nodding as he spoke to him. Spying on them? No. Being a massive pain in the ass? Yes. He would walk over, silent as a fox and just step on the crate before it was dragged away - glaring at the other side before looking at the dirt under the cloaked mans feet. Alexander was always down to mess around, but he preferred doing work first - and this guy might be cloaked, but from experience came skill. Watching the ground and focusing his senses, he would address their visitor with a cold voice.

“Cut that out, mate. If you’re here to help, then do it. I’m running on a tight schedule.”

He would look at Aster for a moment, a soft look on his face. Hopefully the gal wasn’t too upset with the jokes this guy was playing. Soon after, his face went back to the cold look as he looked in front of the crate. Ain’t got time

“Jacob, there should be two more crates in the back - mind helping the lass get them out? Should be about ten minutes till the guy arrive.”

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Roaming The Streets Apr 1, 2022 0:51:17 GMT

Post by JasmineNooby on Apr 1, 2022 0:51:17 GMT

As Aster reached out for the crate and it moved, she paused. Everything about her became still. She glared at the aura outlined personnel, about to attack but then a foot landed on the crate she was reaching for. Aster calmed down, she looked away before looking up with a kind, soft face. She smiled in appreciation before shoving the aura person out of the way - with more force than you would think.

The Empress reached into the APC, grabbing the crate and moving it. She then spoke:

“If you want to see where he is, just say. I’ll send you my sight temporarily.”

The Ryudemon smiled with warmth, thanking them silently with a polite nod before walking back to grab another crate once more, she then added,

“So, this security firm? Is it going to be home security or even more?”

Aster’s pale, sickly skin glowed a very low subtle crimson. It was hard to tell she was sick due to her still having her strength.

“Three more days Aster, you can talk to these people later… you really need to find a spot or it could go terribly… plus this invisible person is, well, let’s not hasten the time.”

Last Edit: Apr 1, 2022 0:51:28 GMT by JasmineNooby

Subject 01

Aster Achillea

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Roaming The Streets Apr 8, 2022 20:17:19 GMT

Post by Sensational on Apr 8, 2022 20:17:19 GMT

Amazing. He managed to annoy two people at least in the span of three seconds and little effort. Sensational was still at the top of his A-game. A foot landed on the crate, and Jasper just smirked. The tiniest idea of just whipping the crate out from under the cyborg's foot appealed to his sense of causing a little more trouble. Instead, he opted to turn his attention to the girl that brushed past him, taking the crate and continuing on her way. Something about her skin was off.

She looked sick. She felt sick to him. Call it instinct. Animal or gut instinct.

Walking over to the next crate, Jasper reached and grabbed ahold of it, lifting it into the air with one arm before setting it atop of the other cargo. Before waiting a few moments while everyone had calmed a little. Then he reached.

And lifted all of the cargo over his head, like a proper showoff. Nothing slid or fell. In fact, his ability to manipulate his adhesion to objects extended to the cargo, forcing them to adhere to one another to avoid falling off entirely. Although, that implied that Sensational could not maintain the optimal balance to ensure nothing would be slanted or askew.

"Wow. A security firm. So . . . awesome. You know, I hear there are a couple of those in the Bronx and Manhattan."

One of them had proven to be testy. Another much more no-nonsense. The third of the group, the bail bondsman, seemed to be the most level headed. He might as well make his five minutes of hanging around here worthwhile. Pushing a few buttons would cost him next to nothing. Besides, someone had to start a conversation around here.

"Also, one at a time? With these crates?" Jasper raised an eyebrow under the mask, "Also, Ms. Friend Chicken Wing, I thought you only had eyes for me. You really can see me? Welp, you pass that along to anyone else, and I'll just start mooning. Let that image sink in for a minute."

Sensational let the awkward pause hang in the air. These people had next-to-nothing on him. Maybe he should start spinning the crates above his head like a basketball. It would give his hyperactive brain something to do.

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Dusty
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Roaming The Streets Apr 18, 2022 14:56:27 GMT

Post by Dusty on Apr 18, 2022 14:56:27 GMT

“I say security - I mean protection. I’m making a firm. Two sided, one with lawyers and all desk pushers otherside people like me who are going to extend their protection to New York.”

Swarm admitted as he opened up a case to take inventory. When he did, some more cars pulled into the lot - making him smile as he gestured towards the boxes and some workmen walked over as he turned his attention back towards the group. Some firm owed him one, so he got a discount on the construction. As they walked up to the boxes, he would turn his head to look at the buildings in front of him.

“Set up my office first. Then move the servers into the basement when they get here - make sure you secure the door. We don’t wanna repeat the data breach of last year.”

He said, half joking as he walked back over to the group. Then he would smile brightly, dusting his hands off.

“Security firm is just a term. I’m here to do some good, best way I could do that is to organise efforts with people I know. Ex-Mercs, soldiers. You know what I mean. A hero firm that’ll help with services around the city and represent those who want to be. Tricky thing to explain.”

He would rub the back of his head with a smile, a little lost - but able to at least explain his motives. Not as well as he wanted but at least they got the idea, right? He would look at his office, envisioning what it’ll be and what he could do.

It was exciting! New city, new life - he couldn’t actually wait for it.

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The Painter

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