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Post by Jester on Nov 12, 2017 15:33:10 GMT
Elias sat in a fairly empty bar with a beer in his right hand as he looked at the television that hung from the ceiling in front of him. It was the News. It looked like yet another Civ was apprehended in the state of New Jersey with the help of a Freak. And I thought I was safe when I left New York. I guess the government really is cracking down hard on us. He thought, letting out a sigh as he brought the tip of the bottle to his lips, taking a sip before setting it down on the wooden counter. He put his left elbow on the counter and let the side of his head rest in the palm of his hand. The worst part of all this was that the superhumans were being put against each other. It was almost like a civil war.
Funny thing is that the Civ lived on the street adjacent from his. Elias never even knew there was another person with powers even in the same town as him. One thing he had grown to learn after moving to the suburbs was that everything here was a lot more subtle. If there was news going on in the area no one really said anything until someone made it a big deal. It was kind of scary, knowing that someone could know something at any given time and any wanted man wouldn’t be able to do anything until it was too late. Being around an area like this made him a lot more cautious. He got off easy once, but if someone found out about his abilities he was definitely screwed.
Luckily, Elias had it a lot easier than others. He’s seen people who have had literal fins sticking out of their backs. People with scaly skin or fur who were much more conspicuous and, as a result, were caught and arrested quicker. There were plenty of rumors of what happened once a Civ was captured. They may have turned into a Freak, got experimented on, executed, and more. One thing was for certain, he didn’t want to find out who was right.
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Post by Chronon on Nov 12, 2017 19:23:16 GMT
Alex Epoch
A bar in New Jersey
With the nice, cleaner air from the machine blowing against her hood, Alex sat down by a far wall in the bar, eyeing the television in the small confined space. It was disgusting how the police were working these days, and she was currently being such a hot topic back in the docks of New York, she kept herself on edge over all these arrests. Being foreign was far from the problem anymore, but the fact she could hide among the normal humans gave her a bit of rest. She didn't have to worry as much like some people. She pushed those thoughts from her mind, peering from person to person in the nigh empty bar, before spotting the glowing yellow cat's eyes from across the room. A hooded catman wearing everything from leggings below his pants to gloves to hide the fur around his body. Of course her client would look like some like this, they never did have told her the exacts as she might have declined...
Of course she would decline delivering to someone so obvious.
She would get up from her bar stool, pushing her hands into her hoodie pockets to finger around with the two handguns hidden inside. One protection, One Delivery... She knew the routine. If he client drew the weapon on her, she would protect herself, or if he had his own, she could defend herself. It was always tricky working with these kinds of Civs. The real terrorists that made her entire people seem like monsters. It was her job to supply, that was all. She even had a small, compact sub-machine gun tucked away on her back, a new age military tech stolen by a friend of hers. Extra power should Freaks show up.
"The Night Witches Call" she said, pulled out the hand with the smaller handgun inside, clasping the hand of the Civ hard to make sure the handshake looked real.
"The Russians must be afraid" came a stifled laugh from the man, accepting and reaching in for a fake hug, passing a couple thousand dollars in bill folds into her hood, the two breaking apart and going their separate ways. This kind of encounter was extremely tiring for Alex, as she rarely liked any of these men and women, yet it was the only way she could get a stable income. Dropping the thought, she would walk over to the bar's head, signalling for hard vodka and setting down besides the African-American man, pulling down her hood, and the letting the bill folds fall down her shirt and into her internal pockets. Her black hair and pale skin shining off of the vodka bottle as she sipped from the entire bottle, pushing the shot glass away.
"So, rough day at the job?" Alex would ask, laughing a bit over her own risks she had. "Or is the wife troubling you. I don't know how you American's say... депрессия or うつ病... Depress I think." her Russian accent swapping to Japanese as she spoke the two languages, thinking of the word depression in the three languages she knew, though English was a challenge. "Don't feel so rough on the edges. I hear that the captured terrorists are sent to good prisons world wide" She would lie to herself, smiling away the pain of the few friends she had lost to the damned Freak police assholes.
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Post by Nightstalker on Nov 12, 2017 20:17:32 GMT
"Nein, Variks. Ich würde heute lieber nicht arbeiten."
An earpiece spoke back to the middle-aged man as he walked towards the bar.
"Geh nicht mir ungehorsam. Wenn ich sage, dass du arbeitest, dann arbeitest du."
The man grumbled as his boss, who spoke in some monotone, hybrid, robotic voice, commanded him to not take a day off. Then, his boss spoke up again.
"Auch dein Deutsch braucht Arbeit."
Getting angered, Wilhelm retorted to his boss, in English.
"You're literally the only person who makes me practice German. Can you hop off? Just because I'm German doesn't mean I have to learn it."
"You're a valuable asset to this market, Nightstalker. If I say you must learn German, then you must learn German. This is to keep confidentiality in an area where they don't speak the language. Next is Chinese, so you better be prepared."
"Great. Love my job."
"I'll keep you posted. For now, go to the nearby bar, and relax there until I find you an assignment. I'll make sure it has little to no killing involved. Bis zum nächsten Mal."
"Wir sprechen wieder, Variks."
Taking the earpiece out of his ear, Wilhelm stuffed it into his pocket and walked through the bar doors. Fixing his black blazer a bit, he found a seat next to a black male and a pale girl in a hood. Running his fingers through his hair, he mumbled to the bartender.
"Just a beer. Heineken."
Wilhelm checked his pocket, moving naturally and making it look like he was just pulling out his phone. His chest piece, which held his suit, was still there. He then proceeded to go through his phone, looking at any updates on the news that he missed. Apparently, another Civ was arrested.
It's amazing how we have superhumans arresting other superhumans, just for being superhuman. Not sure whether it's irony or racism, or both.
As the beer came to him, Wilhelm looked to his left and grabbed it, glancing over to the man and woman next to him. He'd listen in on their conversation, unless he was spoken to.
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Post by Jester on Nov 12, 2017 20:47:17 GMT
Elias heard a laugh coming from across the room, and turned his head slightly to see two people talking and hugging each other. He could only guess that they were friends or something, but one of them had on practically every single piece of clothing that could possibly cover a body part. Almost instinctively, he started forming theories in his head, but quickly pushed these thoughts out. Relax, no point in starting anything you can’t finish. Besides, you know nothing about that guy. Best to mind your own business. He told himself. Looking back up at the television.
Unfortunately, looks liked his moments of solitude weren’t going to last long at all. The other individual from moments ago approached him and began to ask him ordinary questions. With her hard but varying foreign accents, she was clearly not from this part of town, maybe not even the country. Elias proceed to let out a chuckle at the stranger’s claim. “I only wish that were the case. Everyone knows the government hates Civs." He would reply as he took another sip from his bottle. “Prisons for normal people are bad enough. I don’t even want to imagine what it would be like for someone with powers." He added. He tapped his fingers on the counter repeatedly, trying to figure out something else to say. Anything to get the conversation away from this subject.
“So, what brings you to town?" He finally said before hearing the doors open and close. Elias looked back and saw another man enter the bar and sit right next to him. He quickly changed his gaze back to the woman he was talking to. The presence of this particular person made Elias’s heart beat a few ticks faster. Something about him was just… off. Then again, a lot of sketchy people walk into a bar. The only thing he could do was hope that the police wouldn’t be storming the place moments later.
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Post by Chronon on Nov 12, 2017 21:20:01 GMT
"Ah, Volk, a Nemetskiy has dawdled along... Проклятые немцы. Anyway, I am here on... business. Work in Russia is dangerous with the war India is pushing onto everyone. My homeland might be next one day. Asia won't be safe forever" She would say aloud, hoping the other man would overhear. Sipping hard on the Vodka, yet not a buzz so much as even showing on her face, the hard Asian features crumpling into a frown. "With the way Mongolia and Turkey treat Super Humans, one is not safe over there anymore. America is like a pig's sty full of rodents. I can hide here and not be so much as tapped on the shoulder these days anymore." She would admit, remembering her trek through the Mongolian mountains while being chased by armored war machines and mech suits piloted by Anti-Super Human soldiers. Asia was not the way it was anymore... It was far different.
"But hey, maybe I can go back to Japan one day and actually pass grade nine. That would be a dream" She would say, patting the man on the back, her back ruffling from the small thin bag hidden under her clothes, between her shirt and her hoodie. Being slim, it made her appear as if she merely was slightly more muscled from untrained eyes. Her smuggling job being best when away from the police. "So, you give off the vibe of the Полиция... The soldiers. I do not know if it is the hard demeanor, or the fact that you know what it is. All you Americans always seem like you are ready to shoot someone on sight. It is hard for someone like me to be normal when around such hardened warriors like these people" She would say to end her babbling, reaching up with both her hands into the air, as if to mean the whole of the country.
She would drop her hands and lean past the man beside her to see the new man, who spoke foreign languages she had never heard before. It sounded like German, thus her speech before, and she would smirk lightly, holding herself back. Though she was antisocial, a little alcohol fixes everything.
"Aye, Nemetskiy, you seem like an interesting type. Not many muscle bound men like you run through this sort of country. Never know when a patrol might stop you for being 'super strength wielder'" she would mock in a police man's voice at the end, deepening her normally high pitched voice. "You two, where do you guys come from. You both are an interested bit to me. I've never seen such dark complexions where I am from. The Japanese and Russians are all pale. I blame the weather, but yes. America has just many secrets." She would say, reaching each arm to go over each of the men's shoulders, trying to do a stereotypical group huddle, peering her now squinting eyes between the two.
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Post by Nightstalker on Nov 12, 2017 22:04:28 GMT
Wilhelm listened in on the other two, having their conversation. The girl was very loud for some reason, but Wilhelm didn't really care much for the reason. The girl was apparently from Russia and Japan, based on her Russian dialect and accent, and how she mentioned Japan was her homeland. Wilhelm speculated that she probably held onto her Japanese side more than her Russian side, despite speaking primarily Russian and using Russian slang. Either that, or she was born in Japan. He took a quick swig of his beer, and put it down, still looking at his phone. Now, he was aimlessly looking through the home screen.
Suddenly, the girl called out to Wilhelm. He slowly looked over to her, as she called him some Russian slang word. He didn't react to her flattery, or whatever it was, about his muscles. The Black Marketeer simply kept his blank complexion, still looking at the girl. When she moved over and put her arms around them, the black man and himself, Wilhelm drank literally the whole bottle. His alcohol tolerance was pretty high, and one beer wasn't going to get to him. Putting the bottle down, he motioned for the bartender.
"Another."
Afterwards, he put his phone away, and spoke again.
"My mother was a German hooker and my dad was an American rioter."
Wilhelm tapped on the counter as the beer came to him. Taking the bottle in hand, he simply held it, and did nothing more with it.
"My complexion is pretty white, too. Not sure what you mean by 'dark complexions,' in my case. You can't even call me anything less than 'white.'"
Wilhelm took a swig of his beer. He stopped his talking, now. At this point, he'd just wait for the man next to him to talk. He wasn't too fond of conversations, especially right now.
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Post by Jester on Nov 12, 2017 22:47:39 GMT
“Grade nine?!" Elias asked in shock, immediately sitting up straight. She was in the bar without any protest from the bartender so he assumed that she was at least 21. She definitely looked like it, but Freshmen in High School are usually 13 to 14 years old. How long had this been going on? Taking the time to compose himself, he proceeded to say, “I hate to break it to you, but America is almost just as bad. It’s just not as blatant, because the government likes to keep things quiet. At least, that’s what I’ve picked up from my experience. It’s almost like they keep everything from us." He let out a sigh, using his sleep to wipe off the excess alcohol off of his mouth. He couldn’t help but feel bad for her. She had to leave school because her homeland turned into a war zone? He began to wonder if the same thing would eventually happen here.
Elias took his own left hand and began rubbing the back of his neck when she called him a soldier. “Trust me, don’t let the mean glares fool you. All the officers are just as afraid of the people. People fear what they don’t understand. It’s just human nature. Even superhuman." He replied. Looking back onto his policeman days, he remembered have his adrenaline pumping through his entire body and feeling nothing but terror during each mission. Every time he got into the car he wondered if his gun would still be useful, would the bullets go through, would even they even reach their intended target? He hated that feeling. In fact, that was probably the only benefit Elias got from being kicked from the force.
He saw the woman begin to talking to the man next to him. Elias looked over to the man, who acted really edgy. It was awkward listening to him, since he kind of spoke like he really didn’t care about his parents’ horrible backgrounds. After allowing the stranger to finish, Elias allowed himself to speak next. “Uh, I’m African American. Not much to say outside of that. I live not too far from here, maybe twenty minutes away? I’m just here to take a break from life for a moment. The world is way too crazy to just walk through life now." He drank the last of the alcohol and set the empty bottle down on the counter. He waved the bartender down.
“Another round?"
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Post by Chronon on Nov 13, 2017 0:19:08 GMT
"Interesting to know. So even this country has it's problems. So much for the American spirit" Alex would laugh, stifling back a second and letting go of the two, before the sound of a loud knock on the ground. It would've seemed normal at first, Alex knocking back against a table and dropping it to the ground, but beside it fell from her now untucked hoodie a clear bag with her folded up sub machine gun inside. She stood there for a second, the smirk on her face still held up as she stared down at the gun on the ground, clear as daylight, even causing the barkeep who was cleaning a glass to stop and stare at it as well, perfectly still.
"I, uh, I can explain." She would say slowly, stuttering along as she did, before she would back up a bit more, falling ass first to the ground tangled up with the table and chairs she knocked over. "Proklyat'ye fucking tables and their shitty little chairs" She would yell in anger, grabbing her handgun from the ground, where it fell out of her hoodie, and quickly hid it as she concealed herself below the table, slightly drunk and slightly pissed at the laws of physics.
Outside, a few knocks on the solid wood door of the bar would nearly crack and the pounding of the police, two patrol humans with flashlights glaring through the window into the bar from outside. As if at the worst possible moment, all this came crashing down onto Alex.
"Open up, NJSP. We caught a Civ assaulting a man outside the bar and he pointed us to here. This is a mandatory inspection due to the implications and you are all to be detained until this can be completed." the thick male's voice would shout, his chest heaving as he literally burst the door open without explaination, two handguns raised with flashlights at the side. "Sorry for the forcefulness, but protocol against Civ dens is stricter and stricter these days."
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Post by Nightstalker on Nov 13, 2017 0:59:14 GMT
Before the police came in, and right after the girl dropped her firearm, Wilhelm finished his beer. He also stared at the gun for a bit, analyzing it, and realizing that the girl wasn't just a mere human. If she were carrying a gun around her like that, she was either apart of a mafia, gang, drug cartel, or even perhaps the black market, like Wilhelm himself. Staring at the gun, he cracked a smile. Then, he laughed out loud, mainly since there was a gun on the floor. The most amusing part about it was her trying to conceal it. The Black Marketeer looked to the bartender and stood up, handing him some cash for the beers.
"That'll be all, good sir."
Suddenly, Wilhelm heard a knocking outside the door. It was the police. Chances were, since he was a police officer who led a Freak squad a few years ago, they would notice him. He was the creme of the crop, when he was apart of the force. If they were to see him with both legs, walking, and not apart of the police, they could investigate him. At this point, he'd rather not have that happen.
"Excuse me."
Wilhelm vaulted over the counter and went to a dark backroom. Throwing himself to the wall, he grabbed the device from his pocket and slammed it onto his chest. It whirred to life, spreading across his body and forming into his suit. Just then, he started getting a call from Variks. He answered it, and Variks spoke to him.
"Schlechte Nachrichten Nightstalker. Die Polizei ist in Ihrer Nähe. Sie müssen sofort evakuieren."
Wilhelm finished his transformation into Nightstalker and spoke back to his boss.
"Verneinung Variks. Meine Abdeckung ist nicht gefährdet. Ich werde in Ordnung sein."
"Verstanden. Komm sicher zurück."
"Bestätigend."
Nightstalker peeled himself from the wall. Feeling comfortable in his suit, he walked into the light again, went back over the counter quickly, back into his seat. He looked towards the police as they came in. He wasn't going to cause a fuss. At this point, he was now Nightstalker to conceal his identity. He'd only fight if it was necessary. This could even damage his reputation as a vigilante, what little reputation he had. Leaning over and putting his head down a bit, he whispered to the shifty girl.
"You'll be safe as long as you stay near me. Don't provoke them, the situation's already bad enough. If that's understood, tap the counter."
Looking back towards the police officers, Nightstalker whispered to the black man next to him.
"Unless you're a Civ, I suggest you play along with whatever they tell you. It's okay to throw me under the bus, as long as you don't confess my appearance under the mask. The situation could only get worse."
After this, he looked towards the dark room he came from again. Nightstalker imagined the weapon he'd use to take down the officers, if it would come to it.
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Post by Jester on Nov 13, 2017 2:40:41 GMT
“Haha, hey I think you dropped so-" Elias froze, seeing a gun on the floor. Like the old days, the good ol’ heart was beating faster as he became more and more nervous. The woman tried to explain, but he already stood up. ”I don’t know what this is, but I need to get out of here. Now." He began to make his way to the door, but he was stopped by the loud pounding. After they stated who they were and why they were here, now there was really something to worry about. The situation had escalated at the worst possible moment. He looked over at the other man, who went over the counter and went into the back room. He spotted the girl, who was currently in the process of concealing themselves.
As the male stranger came back in some insane looking outfit, Elias turned his attention back to the doors. They bursted open as the two officers came in with their weapons out. Elias backed up towards the counter.The creepy looking stranger told him to do what they say unless he was a civ. Which he was. Elias knew that there was absolutely no way he was going to get out of here without making some sort of a scene. The girl is already hiding and he was powerless without a superhuman’s powers to copy. Unless… He looked at the man once again. He had a creepy looking outfit and didn’t want to get caught by the police. Maybe he was a Civ? Either way, he was his only shot at getting out of here. It was a huge leap of faith, but at this point it was worth it.
I have to time this just right. If I make the move too early, they’ll shoot me to pieces. Too late and they’ll… shoot me to pieces. I really hope this guy has powers. He thought. Elias tapped the wooden counter, notifying the stranger that he understood his instructions. Part of him really wanted to follow his advice, but he had to stick to his own plan. He had no idea who he was and to be frank, he never wanted to see these people again after this. Especially that girl.
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Post by Chronon on Nov 13, 2017 5:47:03 GMT
As the man jumped over the counter and seemed enter back out in one of the older super suits from when crime fighting was actually fun for super heroes and villains, she would tap the counter, hoping it would be a normal visit from the police. She quickly grabbed the bag with her gun inside it, stuffing it into her shirt and tucking her clothes back in, she was about to tap on the counter before the police came in with their weapons drawn. She knew something bad was about to go down, and with what they said, it was clearly her fault. Her deal went severely bad. She knew she should not have hit up the terrorist sect for money. It was foolish and is probably going to cost someone their life... If she didn't act as fast as possible.
Quickly, as the police jumped in with their weapons up, she would burst from her location with her handgun out, large and enveloping around her hand as she wielded it. It was a .50 Caliber handgun, silver with a black grip, pointed at the officers before she would yell at the top of her lungs.
"GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND AND NO ONE GETS HURT. THIS IS A HOSTAGE TAKING." would echo through the bar as she would turn over her shoulder at the others. Whispering as lightly as possible without alerting the police pointing weapons at her, she would point her handgun at the bar's above lights, firing off an absurdly loud gunshot. "You two, stay or fight, I don't care, but you don't wanna get caught with a Civ like me. if they catch me, they just caught one of New York's most secretive black market suppliers, so if you tag along, you'd get a few years. Ru- FUCK" She would say, her accent coming out harder as she immediately would open up her bubble around her, enveloping most everything within three feet of her in immediately stopped Chronon Particles, stopping time for everything. From the now air born table staying completely still in the air, to the kicked chair towards the men, blocking a full view of the now fully covered Chronon, her face covered with a black cloth over her mouth and hood over her face, making her nearly completely covered despite her deep brown eyes piercingly looking at the police, whose bullets stopped in mid air as they reached the bubble, not flying past her to hit either of the men behind her. Her eyes were still focused on the men, moving within her bubble, she fired multiple shots from her gun, the bullets flying a small distance of a foot before seeming to stop instantly, taking in the effect of the bubble.
"In the name of the Night Witches Arms Trade, and my trading company, I am going to require you to stop firing your weapons and lay down your arms" Alex, no Chronon would say, her voice deepening to a nigh man's voice, watching as blue-white particles floated around her, the outside of her bubble slowly fidgeting and turning a light orange, before going back to blue. She was clearly a super human, everyone could tell, but exactly what her power did would be hard to tell. As if a forcefield went around her, everything inside stopped, but it seemed like everything just stops. Her slim teenage figure, due to her superposition, would slowly experience Chronon backfire, where her particles interacted badly with the environment. To those outside, she seemed to be just slightly sliding apart, a milisecond every few seconds. Slowly, and seemingly painlessly. Despite her not experiencing this, those outside would likely be horrified.
The police, having called in backup due to the spotting of more Civs in the neighborhood, proceeded to hear the Arms Trade company and stop firing, before trying to talk the woman and men down.
"Just lay down the weapons and let us take you in easily. No one has to die today."
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Post by Nightstalker on Nov 13, 2017 21:49:46 GMT
The police barged in, and Nightstalker stayed at the counter. He waited for them to single him out as a major suspect, seeing how he stood out the most compared to everyone else. He'd wait for the cops to get closer to him and ask him to come with them, then catch them off guard and incapacitate both of them, making a speedy escape and protecting the rest of the innocents in there. Unfortunately, that plan wasn't going to go through, as the girl he was trying to cover for just rolled out of her hiding spot and tried to play this off as a hostage takeover. Nightstalker dropped his head and sighed, mumbling to himself.
"Ah, for fuck's sake."
Suddenly, she fired a bullet into the lights, making the bar all the more darker. Nightstalker turned in his chair a bit.
Well, at least she gave me a little advantage.
Nightstalker turned around completely in his bar chair, watching as the girl unleashed her powers. It intrigued him, and he speculated what exactly it was, based on what he could observe.
Seems like she's creating rifts in space. Either these rifts actually stop or slow down time, or they just give the illusion of it. Very useful power, but how long could it lost. Obviously not forever. I should probably do something before it fails. Also, what the hell are those blue and orange things?
Just then, the girl seemed to literally glitch and lag out, kind of like in a video game, but in real life instead. Under the mask, his eyes widened.
Sweet merciful Buddha, what the fuck was that?
It was then that Nightstalker decided he'd take this into his own hands.
Nightstalker kept the name of her company in the back of her mind. It'd probably be useful to them in the future. The Black Marketeer stood up slowly and turned to the cops.
"No one's gonna die today."
With extreme dexterity, Nightstalker formed a handgun in his right hand, turning some of the darkness in the bar into that weapon. Then, he fired two bullets off, one hitting each of the weapons and knocking them out of the officer's hands. Then, he turned the handgun into a taser, went real up close to the cop on the right, and jammed it right into the side of the right officer. Wasting no time, he'd grab the left arm of the other cop, twisting it behind his back. Letting the right officer fall, Nightstalker would bring the other officer's arm up into the air, exposing his ribcage. Sending his knee right into it, he followed it by flipping the cop onto the ground, readying the taser and sending it into his side. If this all succeeded, and left the two cops incapacitated, the Black Marketeer would stand up straight again, returning the taser back to the darkness. Turning towards the door and pressing himself against the wall, he'd press his ear and turn on his earpiece, connecting him with Variks.
"Variks das ist Nightstalker. Ich kämpfe gerade gegen die Polizei. Sie könnten bald wieder auftauchen, und ich brauche eine Weile um in Sicherheit zu kommen."
"Verstanden, Nightstalker. Bist du verletzt?"
"Nein ich bin nicht verletzt. Wir müssen reden, wenn ich zurückkomme."
"Gut kämpfen."
Variks hung up on the other line, and Nightstalker pushed the door slowly, going outside to see who was there. Chances were, there were reinforcements, and if there were, he'd bring himself back into the bar, immediately.
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Post by Jester on Nov 14, 2017 0:09:42 GMT
Just when Elias was hoping that the situation wasn’t going to escalate any further, the woman popped out with her guns and started claiming she was taking hostages. This was kind of infuriating seeing as how in his experience, backup was almost always available. Not to mention that he thought that the police didn’t really differentiate. Not only that, but she just confessed openly to being apart of the black market. At this rate, they were all going up the river no matter what. Shortly after this, she did something practically unbelievable. It was almost like she everything within her short range was frozen. In fact, anything that entered it froze as well, including bullets. ”A Civ too? You gotta be kidding.” He muttered to himself, realizing that if he was in any way associated with her it was basically over.
Elias was currently crouching towards ground due to instinct alone. The girl ordered them to stand down, but shortly afterwards something was obviously wrong. She was slowing down sort of… spreading apart? That would be the best way Elias could describe it. The cops were trying to talk her down, but before anything else could happen the other man in the strange suit sprung into action. Seeing him forming a weapon from literally darkness, he realized that he was a Civ too. Well isn’t this a small world. He thought, watching him proceed to try and take down the two officers swiftly before going towards the door, like he was checking to see if anyone else was there.
Should he have succeeded in this effort, Elias slowly got up, still trying to figure out if he could consider them friends or foes. “Geez, is the coast clear? Usually they would’ve called backup by now." He asked, knowing that from his experience in the past he was one of those people that were asked to backup various situations involving Civs when they weren’t dealing with them themselves. He looked towards the hooded woman and cautiously walked towards her. “Uh, are you ok?"
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Post by Chronon on Nov 15, 2017 4:29:29 GMT
As Chronon was about to speak, the bubble would pop with the crack of thunder, space time continuing despite the obvious occurrence and it's pop furthered the process for Chronon's stutter, continuing time as normal for the objects around her, dropping everything and allowing the dodged bullets to fly past at their normal velocity, tearing open chunks of the walls with their power. Her body was slowly departing from itself, her chest cut in half with electrical signals and yellow frenzy like mist and light, like a glitch in real life. Her arms moved to motion for her legs, as if to pick up, and pointed to the counter. "Body *zap* Pick *zap* Take to behind counter *zap* Normal *zap*" She would end the last nearly stopped message by referencing the occasion, as her head split apart into pieces, she tried to grab them, but merely was left to hope the men knew how to gather every part of her. Her insides looked vastly different if looked into, as her stomach and chest was open. Her insides were all white and blue crystalline white atoms bunched together, forming weirdly colored organs and mixtures of tubing that continued to pump the impromptu blood and the like despite it disappearing and reapparing with the other side of her disembodied body. she was clearly in multiple pieces, and her mouth no longer in one space, could not talk. Her left arm grabbed hold of the falling bar stool and held on, while her right floated up the ceiling and tried to push itself down. Her mind, not split mentally, even though physically, feared that she might not get the chance to stabilize before reinforcements appeared or came through. She knew with her current state, she was weird and easy to capture, thus hoping to god these men weren't idiots or assholes. She may have just threatened them all, but they had to have some common courtesy. Her jaws realigned for a split second, allowing one last passage of speech. "*zap* Please help me *zap* Money *zap*"
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Post by Nightstalker on Nov 16, 2017 2:10:41 GMT
Nightstalker took a peek outside, looking down both sides of the street. There didn't seem to be reinforcements around the bar, right now, and he didn't make an effort to look beyond the bar. Turning back around, the Black Marketeer closed the doors and spoke to the black man inside.
"They'll be coming soon, trust me. I'm betting on them being not too far from here. Everyone here who isn't a Civ needs to evacuate. There's no doubt in my mind they'll resort to violence to take down anyone and everyone in this bar."
As Nightstalker finished this, he looked to everyone in the bar and directed them as he used to in his police days.
"Everyone, please evacuate from any of the back entrances or the windows. This is now a hot zone, and it could only get more dangerous. Proceed with caution, and if an officer tries to arrest you, do not resist."
After his little warning, Nightstalker picked up the officers he just incapacitated and propped them up against the wall next to the door. He then turned back around to see what he had to do next.
Okay, so I should make sure the civvies get to safety, or at least evacuate the perimet- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHAT THE HELL IS THAT???
Staggering backwards a bit, Nighstalker looked in awe at the spectacle in front of him. The girl was over-glitching/lagging out. He didn't know what was going on anymore, but he knew she wasn't human, or at least completely human. She looked as if she was made of the particles that were floating around her not too long ago. Her organs and structure is that of a human being, but they were all different colors. If he needed to become a physician very quick, he could probably do so. However, he was hoping that doesn't need to happen.
At this point, the girl was all over the place. He didn't know what to do in this situation, but saving her was the #1 priority. The only question was how he would do it. It seemed impossible, and he didn't want to risk hurting her. Nightstalker evaluated the situation.
There might be reinforcements coming very soon. If I can act quickly, I can possibly get her to safety. Stitching her up is a bad idea at this point, as I'd rather not hurt her.
Nightstalker wasted no more time. He walked up to the girl, heading what she requested. Grabbing her right side and assisting it back to the rest of the body, Nightstalker picked up the girl and took her to the back of the counter. Placing her behind it, he vaulted over it again, looking towards the counter as he walked back to the middle of the bar.
"Damn, hope that girl's gonna be all right."
Night Witches Arm Trade.
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