Epiphany

Welcome to Neo Babylon, where knowledge is power!

Our forum caters to a wide variety of tastes, from gaming to RPing to arts and entertainment. If you're looking for a place to hang out and discuss your hobbies with like minded individuals, then look no further, you've come to the right place. When registering, don't forget to read the rules and be mindful of your behaviour. Now go out there and have fun!

Join our community!

If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:

Pages:
1
2

Epiphany; A mind is a terrible thing to waste...
Tweet Topic Started: Apr 4 2014, 09:38 PM (1,029 Views)
Psycho Werekitsune	May 11 2014, 12:25 AM Post #16
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	The shots were loud, but the venue was clearly insulated to prevent suspicion from onlookers and the city's peacekeepers. Lars was still on the phone with his boss when his earpiece came to life with the confused sounds of pandemonium. "Adam, exit the venue, NOW. I'm out front. The rest of you, maintain line of sight with The Spartan and continue to observe. Stay safe, gentlemen." The hooded man rose to his feet and made his way to the same exit Lars went through, still observing the arena as well as the armed men who had started the commotion. His mind was still processing and learning from what he was seeing, utilising the information for future reference. Meanwhile, down in the ring, Myles's kick came out of nowhere, surprising Bob and catching him off guard, as he was flung backwards, slamming his back into the cage with enough force to cause it to rattle. Judging by the relatively moderate bruising he received, it was clear that Myles was holding back and, it was immediately brought to his attention as to why that was. The entire venue lit up with even more activity as the audience began to escape in a panic and two groups of people with guns fired indiscriminately upon the arena itself. The center of the ring was riddled with bullet holes dividing the half of the arena he was on from the one his opponent was on. Bob didn't think, he moved on instinct, honed by experience, and dove to where Myles was now kneeling, taking a position beside him. "We need to move, man, no sense in getting caught up in this turf war. Come on, looks like no one's getting paid tonight." He tapped the SPARTAN's shoulder and motioned for the exit with a flick of his head, before ducking back down for a second to avoid the incoming gunfire.
	EMBRACE THE NAKED!


-Arem-	Jun 21 2014, 11:13 PM Post #17
Fabulous Homosexual Posts: 6,262 Group: Elite Member #59 Joined: November 9, 2009	Travis had been in the middle of wondering what he had just felt when something seered through his mind like a hot knife. When he recovered, he felt the thoughts of some people...with guns. Before he could make sense of them, several men opened fire into the window viewing areas, while others fired into the crowds and at the ring. Travis felt a bullet slam him in the head, but harmlessly ricochet off, thanks to his latent telekinetic shield. Still, the blow smarted, and his eyes flashed bright blue angrily. "Ok, now it's on!" he hissed. Turning around, he slowed time around him and immediately spotted the shooters in null time. Welling up telekinetic force around him, he hurled himself at the nearest gunman just as time restarted. [--I HAVE RETURNED BITCHES!!--] Viper had to hand it to this barkeep; he had balls. Balls didn't win poker though; the ace in the hole did. Even if the barkeep fired, the resulting explosion of blood would likely coat the kid in his grip and the barkeep. Even if he didn't get what he wanted here, the resulting chaos would give him ample time to get away, cops be damned. "What a coincidence, I wasn't going to warn you again. So fire away." ----- OOC: Not much, but pacing my man!
	--- Quote: Blacklightning Nov 14 2011, 02:48 AM I like it when people use the word "gay" in any context other than a homosexual one - it only proves that they have the maturity of a five year old, as if their obsession with shooters didn't already do a good job of pointing that out. It's also pretty amusing that he pointed out Skyrim considering the fact that, y'know, it's set in the bloody medival era and doesn't even have muskets, let alone generic modern firearms. But just for fun, let's play around with his logic a bit. game - gun = gay game + gun = -gay game + gun + Arem = ??? Founder of #TeamArem


-Fenix-	Jul 12 2014, 03:16 AM Post #18
Master Posts: 575 Group: Elite Member #103 Joined: February 23, 2011	"They were all dead. The final gunshot was an exclamation mark to everything that had led this point. I released my finger from the trigger, and then it was over. To make any sense of it, I need to go back three years, back to the night the pain started. I was still in the force back then. NYPD, Manhattan, Midtown, North Precinct, Hell's Kitchen." Kyosuke delivered his soliloquy atop the Aesir tower. The screen then shifted to the events that transpired three years ago. "So, when are coming to work for me, Detective Payne?" Alex asked his best friend. "You'd make me work undercover in some hellhole? Sorry Alex, Jodi and the baby come first." Kyosuke replied. "See? My last smoke, it's bad for the baby." said Kyosuke as he walked away from his partner. "That's you Kyosuke, a regular boy scout." "See you Alex." "Still on for poker Thursday night, right?" "Like taking candy from a baby." Kyosuke waved goodbye as he walked outside the room. "Life was good; the sun setting on a sweat summer's day.The smell of freshly mowed lawns, the sound of children playing. A house across the river. on the Jersey shore. A beautiful wife and a baby girl. The American dream come true. But dreams have a nasty habit of going bad when you're not looking." Kyosuke narrated. "Honey, I'm home. he said as he entered his room. "The sun went down with practiced bravado, twilight crawled across the sky, laden with foreboding. he continued to narrate. "Michelle! Honey, anybody home?" the man asked in fear. "I didn't like the way the show started, they've given me the best seat in the house, front row center" Kyosuke narrated. "What the hell?!" he exclaimed as he saw a drawing of the letter 'E' on the wall of the hallway. "Something ugly had been tattooed on the wall. A map of things to come. It was a poison syringe, a magic tag full of diabolical meanings." Kyosuke narrated. The phone rang as Kyosuke stepped into the living room, the walls mottled with blood. Kyosuke reached for the phone and answered. "Listen, someone's broken into my house. Call nine one one!" he said hurriedly. "Is this the Payne's residence?" A cold disembodied voice spoke on the other end. "No, this is the Watanabe residence. Someone's broken into my house. They are still here, you have to-" "Er-I am afraid I cannot help you" "Who is this? Hello?" Kyosuke heard gunshots and screaming from upstairs, prompting him to run upstairs with his gun drawn, ready for what was to come. A door suddenly opened, with a man dressed in green, holding a gun and covered in blood, walking towards him. Kyosuke slowed down time and threw himself forwards, firing a few shots at the target that traveled through the air at a slowed pace until it reached into the assailant's body; the man found himself flying backwards into the air with ragdoll physics until he landed on the floor. Meanwhile, in the Aesir building, a woman sat on her swivel chair, yelling at three bodyguards that stood before her. "You morons! I told you to send them to the Payne's residence!" "Le Gasp!" Kyosuke gasped as he woke up suddenly from his troubling dream, sweat dripping off his eyebrows. "What a terrible nightmare, I don't smoke!" Kyosuke said, wondering why he would see himself smoking in a dream. He came to the quick realization that someone else was beside him, his girlfriend. Kyosuke stroked a few threads of the beautiful woman's long hair and held her chin within his palm, and kissed her forehead gently as to not awaken her. "Ah Jodi......I only wish I knew your real name from that Psycho Circus 'R''I''P' 'R''P', but I was too lazy to look up your name through those posts, so I decided to retcon the old one and give you a new one......he he he he he he." STOPTHEROCKCAN'TSTOPTHEROCKYOUCAN'TSTOPTHEROCK The duo stood by as they watched the match unfold before there very eyes in the arena. The two partners decided to attend and see what sort of competition they will be facing if they wished to contend. Through their usual underground sources, they discovered that the venue housed a fight club, where people could compete, and hopefully win a lot of money through winning the fights. "Alright, this is a good place to show off your new technique." the woman spoke to her partner playfully, her sound was audible enough to be heard through the crowd's cheering. "Those fuckers don't stand a chance against me. You forget rule number one: Don't fuck with an eislukier." he smirked in confidence of his ability to win. "That might be the case if you know how to fight, instead of just throwing punches around and hoping they hit!" she chuckled. "Schrauben Sie bitch! I can run circles around you!" he yelled angrily. "Remember who taught you to fight, Arschloch!" she yelled back as she smiled mischievously. Fenix stood silently, unable to reply as Keira did have a point. Without her tutelage, he would not have discovered a new way to withstand the strain on his body when he carried out his attacks. With her guidance and martial arts lessons, he would still be having problems manifesting small icy constructs. The exercises along with the martial arts helped increase his stamina and endurance, which was vital since he did not require any naviactra to manifest any constructs. Keira was not watching the fight intently, as she was more focused on the crowd surrounding them. Due to her past experiences, she thought that their safety came first before their "tasks"; being located within people gathered to attend illegal fighting matches could be a precipice for disaster. Her eye sight suddenly landed onto a young boy, with a tall man with a cloak and a hood covering his head. The boy seemed unusually young to attend such a place of "belligerence", while the man behind him seemed to be brooding and ominous due to his strange attire. The woman's protective instincts drove her to walk towards the child and talk to the strange duo. "You shouldn't bring a kid to these kinds of places!" Keira yelled at the cloaked man. Keira suddenly found herself hearing a voice, emanating from the young boy. "We cannot miss this chance to witness the collective of essences. It surely will be a problem if we do." The boy's voice was as innocent as his appearance; the boy's height, appearance and tone informed Keira that might be around ten years old. Yet he did not speak of things a normal ten-year old would speak of; things such as playing with friends did not seem to be on the boy's mind. The boy's head turned and his eyes made contact with the man behind him; the man's hood bowed slowly. "Is that not right?" the boy asked the figure behind him. The man's face was barely visible as the hood's shadow covered most of his face, but the nodding gesture of the hood showed Keira that the man agreed with what the boy said. "But alas, it seems the Machtgelust, must come to an abrupt end." The boy turned away from Keira and started to make his way through the crowds and towards the exit; the hooded man followed the boy's action as if the boy controlled the man, or had him on a leash. "Wait! What are you talking about? Who are you kid?" Keira's curiosity combined with the boy's behaviour instigated her to elongate the conversation a bit more. The boy slowed to a halt, and looked over his shoulders. "I am what you see. Perception sees everything, and yet it sees nothing." With that, the boy turned around and left the venue, with the hooded man behind him. Keira tired to infer what the boy said, but the noise from the crowd did not permit time for interpretation. The atmosphere was shattered by the sudden burst of bullets that sprayed all over the area. Keira's wondering made her neglect the scrutiny of the crowd and did not have time to react accordingly to the sound of bullets; Fenix however, managed to spot the assailants ready their weapons and prepare to shoot, which prompted him to run pull Keira to the floor for protection. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Fenix yelled frustratingly, hoping the sound of bullets and screams would hide the sound of his own voice. "Sorry, it's just.....that kid, he seems......." Keira was at a loss for words, as if she was mesmerized by the boy. "Now is not the time to fantasizing about little boys! He left, end of story. Now, are we gonna do something about this?" Fenix asked his partner, bringing her focus back to the situation at hand. "Well, you wanted to prove yourself, now's a good time" She drew her pistols and stood up along with Fenix, who manifested an icy shield that was wide enough to cover both of them; the two made their way towards the exit as Fenix's shield absorbed as much of the oncoming bullets as it could, while Keira's pistols covered their escape by firing a few shots that would possibly make the assailants take cover from. ((Gonna introduce more characters into the fray, but I'm gonna wait to see whether my post captured the essence of what is going on first. If everything is a go, then I will proceed with the other characters.)) Edited by Fenix, Jul 12 2014, 04:01 AM.



Arcana Fang	Jul 24 2014, 03:52 AM Post #19
Bullshit Patrol Posts: 1,177 Group: Guardian of the Realm Member #48 Joined: October 6, 2008	Myles was very surprised to find Bob kneeling beside him, telling him what he already knew. They needed to get the hell out of there, and bullets still affected him normally without his armor. "I guess you're right pal, lead the way sir!" Myles spoke firmly as his eyes scanned the arena to find out what exactly was going on. It appeared that there were some young men firing into the crowd, into the glass boxes and--shit, into the ring too. Myles and Bob ducked once again, almost in unison, to allow the bullets to pass by them. Soon after, Myles and Bob would make a run for it, hauling ass down the corridor that would lead them to a side exit into the alleyways connecting the center towards the Eastern Highway Bridge. Taking the time to run down the corridor, as he and Bob stopped to look for cover and to see if anyone was following them. Myles attempted to ask Crazy Bob where exactly his name came from, through sprinting voice. Damn it, I need my armor... Myles thought. --- Chang and James looked at the young man who had just basically bounced a bullet off of his forehead and in shock, realized that they were either dealing with a super or an Aware (what they call people cracked out on Epiphany). "SUN-OVA-BITCH!!!" Chang spoke in broken English as he attempted to unload his clip of 9mm bullets into the guy standing right in front of him. James, on the other hand, looked with wide eyes and attempted to strafe backwards and get Enrico and Hector in on the action. Chaz, Theo, and Earl were still shooting their Uzis into the boxes and upper rows of people, taking down the people who looked to be sporting money, jewelry, and suspiciously, some people who looked like they were staff of the arena. People were falling from the flurry of fire one by one. Earl was the first to notice that a few people began to fire back and screamed to his boys. "Titans, we've got them coming out! And they're fighting back! Somebody 'path the boss!!!" Theo took a moment to close his eyes while Chaz and Earl covered him. Theo was an Aware, and used his Psionic gift to tell someone outside that the herd was on the move, and in the message, gave a slight hint of excitement and satisfaction. ---- A man in a dark green trench coat felt a tickle on his consciousness and smiled. People were running by him and his crew, who were all dressed in similar fashion. The Titans were all lined up around the perimeter of the building and were all Aware, waiting to use telekinetic force on those who they sensed were different from the rest, or those that appeared to have a fat wallet. ((Shorter post to get some other things lined out :) ))
	PLEASE COME CHECK OUT THE CARD GAME EFFORT HERE ON NEO BABYLON!!!


Psycho Werekitsune	Jul 24 2014, 07:54 AM Post #20
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	The barkeep gave the troublemaker one more warning glance before pulling the trigger. "Happy to oblige" Smithy aimed for Viper's legs, firing off the first shot, which immediately prompted everyone else around him to react; the Latin youth uncoiled a concealed chain from his jacket's sleeve and whipped it at his aggressor before kicking off of him. His compatriots followed in kind, with each of them attempting to land blows using their weapons at his legs, abdomen and head, respectively. The sound of sirens wailing in the distance drew closer and closer and, within a few moments, they were already clearly audible outside the establishment. Adam continued to observe the chaos taking place, despite the urgings of his handler. The fight in the ring had ceased, yet there was plenty going on outside of it to amount to much tactical data. He was then surprised by two of the individuals in the audience demonstrated extraordinary abilities; a young man seemed to create a wall of ice out of thin air, while another was deflecting bullets with but a thought. Before he could glean more, a very loud and commanding voice resonated within his ear. "ADAM, GET OUT OF THE BUILDING IMMEDIATELY. THAT'S AN ORDER." Outside of his father's presence, Lars's word was law, and he could not do much but oblige. He quietly attempted to steel himself through one of the side exits, but was caught off guard by a shot aimed for the door. He swiftly turned around to see one of the vagrants in the leather jackets aiming his automatic rifle at him. Adam's instincts kicked in, or rather, his active programming, allowing him to utilise the data he had assimilated. He moved at speeds so fast, it was as if time stopped moving for him, much similarly to how The Spartan does and, within a blink of an eye, he was upon the gunman with his palm thrust firmly against his chest. The force of the blow sent the man flying backwards, into one of his comrades, giving Adam plenty of opportunity to make his escape through the doorway behind him. On the other side of the venue, Bob meandered through the corridors with his now partner in crime, hoping to avoid any further confrontation with the thugs from the arena. He didn't have any offensive weapons on his person he could use in a such a tight area, but if push came to shove, he had more than enough to give these men a run for their money. "Maybe it's because I'm a free thinker. Or maybe I'm actually crazy. I'll let you be the judge of that." The militant smirked a little, the pressure from all the action causing the adrenaline to surge through his body. It was bad enough his fight was interrupted, but now he had no one to take out this pent up aggression on. Or so he thought. The two barged through one of the back entrances, only to be met with the barrels of some half a dozen rifles aimed square at them. It was almost as if they were expected and the gangsters were laying in wait for them. But Bob had had enough of running and, ever the gentleman, was about to live up to his nickname. "You little shits picked the wrong motherfucker to mess with." In one swift and fluid motion, he reached into a hidden pocket inside his pants and procured a small device, pushing the lone button on its face before tossing it at the thugs, yelling for Myles to get down. The small grenade detonated on impact, causing serious trauma and burn damage to anyone it came in contact with, as well as flooring those in the immediate vicinity. The radical quickly rose to his feet, used to the heat of being in close proximity to explosives and grabbed the nearest gunman, pummelling him into submission before throwing him at any who survived the blast.
	EMBRACE THE NAKED!


-Fenix-	Jul 25 2014, 11:45 PM Post #21
Master Posts: 575 Group: Elite Member #103 Joined: February 23, 2011	The pair found a man flying across the area as they retaliate the assailants' fire and headed for cover. The men were determined to kill anyone that was not part of their group, and the partners in crime were not about to give in to their demand. "This is getting intense!" she yelled to her partner, unloading the empty clips from her pistols and reloading the new ones as quickly as she could under the circumstances behind one of the chairs she used for cover. "Getting? Oh we passed that Ewigkeit ago! Do you have enough of those das Geschoss?" he asked as ducked besides Keira, watching her reload her pistols. "What, do you think I'm a walking arsenal or something? I have two more clips, then we're practically screwed. A girl has to make room for other things you know!" she smirked as she leaned against the back of the chair, trying to find the opportune moment to retaliate. "Room huh?" Fenix asked mischievously. "Well, you're the mighty m�chtig eislukier, why don't you clear them out?" she asked as she raised her head and fired a few bullets towards the shooters' general direction. Fenix lowered his head and did not answer. He knew he could conjure up an icy construct that could eliminate everyone in the area. In the past, such an area to cover with his attack would have left him fatigued, however, after heeding Keira's advice, he managed to improve his resilience. But he realized that he still lacked control over his constructs, especially in such a wide area. He might end up harming himself, or worse, Keira. Fenix tries to hide his weaknesses through appearing overpowered and demeaning his opponents. He even tries to hide his feelings for his partner. Even though they use profanity and obscenity for as vernacular, they adamantly believe that it is nothing more than playful persiflage, their own special method at badinage. Although, the way they engage in promiscuity might be thought of differently by the two; Fenix always cherished the moments he held Keira in his embrace throughout the night, even if it was nothing more than casual intercourse. He was unsure what Keira thought of him during moments such as these. Was it such an urge driven by lust, or something perhaps even more? Fenix tries to hide his true feelings towards Keira as he thinks that caring is a sign of weakness. He was used to depending on himself that he began to think that another one's presence in his life would complicate matters and slow him down. But it was not a way of life he choose leisurely after being raised by his parents, but forced onto him at a very young age, when he lost his parents to his father's clan, the eislukiers. Or perhaps fate was the one truly to blame? Fenix did not believe in fate, or any theological concept for that matter, after spending most of his young life on the streets, learning to fend for himself and survive in a cruel and harsh world. It was through his journey that he was fortuitous enough to meet Keira, his partner, his lover, his assassin. In a moment of weakness, Keira poured out her heart to Fenix and told him everything, from her history with the eislukiers, to her mission. That felicitous moment made Fenix feel empathetic towards her, and he agreed to keep her as his associate. And now, they were hiding behind chairs, fighting for their lives as they take cover from the oncoming bullets. "Listen, I'm gonna create a barrier to cover our Arsch. You make a run for that door once it's up." Fenix said, grabbing Keira's arm to prevent her from wasting any more bullets and instead focus on the plan. "You sure you can handle it?" she asked with a concerned countenance for his safety. "Remember who you're talking to!" he replied with a smirk. He kneeled onto one knee from his recumbent position and drew both of his palms on top of each other. A small icy sphere began materializing in the space between his palms. Fenix's palms gained a blueish hue as he conjured the sphere, the atmosphere around it acquiring a slight chill. The sphere hissed as it started to rotate upon its own axis, the hissing became louder as the spinning intensified, until a it reached the size of three human heads. Fenix shook his head at Keira, a gesture that told her to crawl behind him; the caster lunged both of his palms into the ground beneath his feet, then abruptly stood, raising his arms and pointing his palms towards the ceiling. The movement of his arms ordered the construct to form a vertical wall of ice that spanned from the ground to the ceiling of the venue. The icy vertical wall was thick enough to withstand the crescendo of bullets, enabling him to stand protected behind it. Keira stood up slowly behind Fenix, and placed her palm on his right shoulder, signalling him to leave the area. Fenix's eyes glowed unnaturally blue and an intense cold sensation covered his skin that gave him the sight of cyanosis, prompting Keira to remove her hand from his cold shoulder. Keira's eye were filled worried for Fenix as this condition never happened with him before. She wanted desperately to stop him from continuing further, but her fear that it might backfire stopped her from engaging in her plan. She could have escaped while Fenix was entranced and enraged, but her love for him glued her feet to the ground, determined to stay behind her loved one. Fenix suddenly flung his arms in a wide horizontal arc towards his sides. "Gott ist nicht tot..." he mussitated, the motion done by his arms caused a wide icy wall to extend from the original vertical cover, eventually forming a semicircular wall that surrounded them along with the door for their escape. Fenix's eyes returned to normal, along with his normal pale skin tinge. Before Keira could speak, Fenix rotated and made his way towards the door, prompting Keira to do the same. Fenix's right foot hissed as an icy foot-looking construct surrounded his foot before readying it to slam with the door; the door slammed open as sounds of ice breaking and debris of ice crystals littered the surrounding area. The duo found the exit surrounded by a group of people clad in dark green trench coats. "More fuckers!" she swore under her breath as they encountered the unexpected surprise. Keira instinctively aimed her pistols towards the strangers, her incumbency making her weary of any strange individual encountered. ((I will be posting with other characters in the next post)) Edited by Fenix, Jul 25 2014, 11:46 PM.



-Arem-	Aug 11 2014, 09:15 AM Post #22
Fabulous Homosexual Posts: 6,262 Group: Elite Member #59 Joined: November 9, 2009	Viper noticed the shift of the barkeep's aim, and his body moved at once. Twisting around and away, he felt the youth kick him away and swing out a chain. Like poetry in motion, his guns were out and with a swipe, he deflected the chain away and fired a shot, ripping apart the youth's flailing jacket on the left side and a front window in the process. The thundering clap of the gun was loud enough to deafen anyone, easily matching the blast of the shotgun. One gangster struck at his legs, but he flipped backwards onto the countertop, sending the gangster stumbling head-first into the counter. Sensing the barkeep loading another shot, Viper shot one bullet behind him, obliterating the collection of liquor bottle. As the explosion of liquor and glass rained down on the barkeep and the closest gangsters, Viper leaped off and tackled one of the gangsters to the floor, pinning his head down with his foot. In one sweep, Viper re-holstered his guns and whipped out his own sawed-off shotgun, Fireshot. Pointing it at the mess at the front counter, Viper said, "You know, I don't know if it's ok with the law, but you really shouldn't smoke indoors." With a blast of flame-coated zirconium rounds--known by it's nickname "dragonsbreath"--the mess of liquor was set ablaze, and any unfortunates in the mess were likewise affected. In moments, the sprinkler system kicked on and began dousing the flames. Meanwhile, Viper looked down at the kid under his foot and heard the bailing sirens outside. "Good timing. Well, kid, want to make a headline?" [--I LOVE COOKIES--] Travis crossed his hands in front of him, and his telekinetics roared to life in front of him, keeping the bullets away from him. When the clips emptied, Travis sprang forward and smashed a telekinetically-enforced punch into a shooter's face, sending him sprawling after a sickening crunch. He followed up with a lightning-fast punch to the next closest one and seeing two more about to fire on him. He built up a blast of telekinetic energy and fired it at the pair, sending them flying. He then saw more shooters firing up into the crowds, and others falling to the rain of bullets. He quickly summoned a telekinetic wall between the shooters and their would-be-victims. "You messed with the wrong man, normals! Drop the guns before I rip them out of your hands and force them up your rectums!" Edited by Arem, Aug 11 2014, 09:16 AM.
	--- Quote: Blacklightning Nov 14 2011, 02:48 AM I like it when people use the word "gay" in any context other than a homosexual one - it only proves that they have the maturity of a five year old, as if their obsession with shooters didn't already do a good job of pointing that out. It's also pretty amusing that he pointed out Skyrim considering the fact that, y'know, it's set in the bloody medival era and doesn't even have muskets, let alone generic modern firearms. But just for fun, let's play around with his logic a bit. game - gun = gay game + gun = -gay game + gun + Arem = ??? Founder of #TeamArem


Arcana Fang	Jul 22 2015, 05:29 AM Post #23
Bullshit Patrol Posts: 1,177 Group: Guardian of the Realm Member #48 Joined: October 6, 2008	Jesus Christ Myles thought as he ducked behind some cover as Crazy Bob dropped his bomb onto the members of the Titans. The blaze swept them all of their feet and even though they were assisted in their normal vitality, they were all but a few knocked unconscious. Crazy Bob made quick work of one, using his fist to spread the word of violence onto the man, and then tossed him aside into the group of others, making it more akin to pins being splattered by a bowling ball. The SPARTAN was able to notice that, with all the young men down, that the explosion had caught onto some flammable material and was currently combusting into a greater fire. So now, not only would a gang war be breaking out all around downtown, but now the damn fire station would be involved as well. "Bob, I'm not sure how you got here, but we can take my car and make it to my studio. As long as we don't run into any trouble in the parking deck. I'm right on bottom. All the money should have left by now." Myles spoke, as he motioned for the mountainous man to follow in behind him. --- More and more Titans fell in line through both the arena and the outskirts of the entrance, shooting it up while people rushed out and all around. They were more trying to get people to throw jewelry, money, and anything valuable into their hands so that they kept their skulls on. The only problem was that there was another resounding pulse of gunfire coming from little bursts of the area, as if it was known that the Titans were going to attack. Anyone running away from the area, as they should be due to overwhelming amounts of people pouring into the arena, would notice that the Titan's firepower was now being split several ways instead of fighting the people who had just been in the arena watching the fight take place. The young men fighting the Titans were of both mixed gang types, so there wouldn't be a clear indication of which factions were fighting who. -- Caesar pushed through the crowd of people using his weak but newly renewed Awoken power. His mental barrage would push the attackers through the stands, as he was making his way to the ticket stands, hoping to get the hell out of there before the cops and SWAT showed up. That's when it hit him, the sign that pointed to the parking garage. "Imma' jack me a ride..." Caesar spoke to himself as he kept his index and middle fingers to his right temple, trying to reach out and keep a mental shield up. . . . The parking lot, especially on the bottom floor, was devoid of most of the fight, as the parking lot was full of people using their vehicles to make a getaway, so traffic was flowing pretty fast out of the building. Several of the higher-end luxury cars had already left, so most of the cars were not truly worth breaking into. Caesar found a pretty old car, a Range Rover, grey in color just waiting to be broken into. The thing looked beat up and ugly as hell. The olive-skinned man walked up to the vehicle, looked around to make sure no one was looking, and then attempted to use his ring to beat the driver's side window out. He was having trouble. The windows were...hard. The glass seemed to take the force and spread it out to where he was simply bouncing his fist off of the window. "shit, shit, shit" he said as he kept hitting and repeating the word in unison.
	PLEASE COME CHECK OUT THE CARD GAME EFFORT HERE ON NEO BABYLON!!!


Psycho Werekitsune	Jul 22 2015, 12:34 PM Post #24
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	Adam bolted through the door, the force of his exit knocking it off its hinges and into the alley. He was outside but wasn't out of trouble yet as two groups of thugs had managed to corner him in the middle of an alleyway. His dramatic exit had caught their attention as they quickly approached him, their weapons trained on him. "Alright, punk. Hand over yer goods and nothing happe---" Adam didn't even let him finish before immediately punching him in the abdomen the moment he was close enough. He then quickly maneuvered himself around the limp body, planting effective and forceful blows on any of the other surrounding men, knocking them off their feet and into a crumpled heap on the ground. He grabbed the limp body of the first thug, using him as a meat shield against any remaining men before tossing him onto them and using the distraction to finish them off. Once the firefight had ended, he examined himself to make sure he had not sustained any damage and found that a bullet had torn through the fabric of his hoodie, grazing his neck. The skin covering that area had peeled off, surrounded by burns and exposing what appeared to be metal beneath it. Adam frowned, clearly irritated by the ordeal, but did not have time to think about it as he heard the pounding of feet approaching the area, no doubt another group of gang members. He quickly examined the alleyway, taking note of anything he could use in the environment to help him escape. He noted the walls were close enough to vault off of to climb up to the rooftops and he did just that. Leaping onto one side then back onto the other and so on, he made short work of the climb, making it halfway up when reinforcements had arrived. Adam made it to the top and peered over the edge, seeing that they were clearly perplexed as they had no idea who could have taken out so many of their men and managed to escape without being detected. He looked around the area to get his bearings, his hood falling back from the wind whipping at him. The rooftops were within close approximation of each other for him to put enough distance between himself and the venue. He began making his move, running up to the next rooftop and leaping onto it, heading in the general direction of the hotel. His hand reached up to his earpiece in a bid to contact Lars. "Lars? I am going to need a pick up. Six blocks East of the venue." He heard an audible grunt of confirmation on the other side, followed by arrangements made for a driver to be there for him. He figured six blocks would be far enough to avoid anymore trouble with both, the warring gangs, as well as the the authorities when they arrive. The blaze was doused almost as soon as it erupted, but the damage to the bar and its patrons was already done. Smithy had managed to avoid the brunt of it, ducking away as soon as the troublemaker whipped out his second gun. The loud noises immediately prompted the police to barge into the establishment, pouring into the room with all their guns trained on Viper. "What?" Was all the youth could muster as a response beneath the crushing heel of the assailants boot. "I took the bus so...lead the way." Bob wasn't going to pass up an opportunity for a fast exit. The sounds of gunfire, explosions and people's panic were increasing and as much as he enjoyed a good fight, he was clearly ill-equipped to deal with anything here and none of what was going on was any of his business anyway. Harassing "the man" to send a message was one thing, robbing the bourgeois while vulnerable was...less of a thing. While he wasn't above doing it to facilitate his needs, this wasn't the time or the place. The pair quickly made their way through the building, coming across a cadre of thugs along the way and making short work of them due to the element of surprise. They finally reached the parking lot, searching feverishly for what might pass for the SPARTAN's car. "I sincerely hope you're not the one in the process of getting carjacked." Bob pointed towards the man who was obviously trying to break the glass of a really old, beat up Range Rover further down the lot.
	EMBRACE THE NAKED!


Arcana Fang	Jul 29 2015, 03:08 AM Post #25
Bullshit Patrol Posts: 1,177 Group: Guardian of the Realm Member #48 Joined: October 6, 2008	"Yeah", Myles sighed slightly, "that's my ol' piece of shit." The SPARTAN continued walking towards his Range Rover, using his left hand to give a signal to Bob to wait one second, as he decided to kick in just a little bit of his SPARTAN training. One thing the SPRATAN's could do, was to move silently even when burdened with over half a ton of armor that only enhanced their reflexes. He used his forward momentum to sprint over, holding both the sound of his breath and anything dangling in his pockets to himself, as he rocketed forward, closing the distance in a mere 2 seconds. His eyes and reflexes worked in unison as he targeted a side-of-palm strike to the man's pressure point between his neck and shoulder. The olive-colored man dropped instantly, without one sound of protest. Myles used his free hands now to catch the criminal before he landed on the pavement. "Okay, I'm not sure if this is one of those junkies or not, but I'd rather find out from a eye-witless instead of the morning news, that good with you Bob?" Myles spoke, motioning for the man to come over. "And before you give me any crap about the car, it's the only one I can rely on. Most cars aren't like the ones I grew up with. It's got special modifications that I know will at least get us out of here in one piece." He opened the back door, and lugged the limp body into the back seat. He made sure the man was all the way in before he shut the door. "Now, if you'll get up front and help me keep an eye on el calogne, we will make a break for it?" Myles waited for an answer. Assuming he got one, he would climb into the vehicle, start it, and they would trek out of the garage, noting that the entrance to the arena was awash in gunfire and a flowing sea of humanity. Yellows, reds, blues, followed closely by some officials in black were all fighting in what seemed to be a non-endless melee. The pair made their way to the freeway, using the ramp to get some speed, before merging onto NA-24, a local stretch of highway just recently re innovated. Myles awaited some conversation as they began their drive to his apartment.
	PLEASE COME CHECK OUT THE CARD GAME EFFORT HERE ON NEO BABYLON!!!


Psycho Werekitsune	Jul 29 2015, 11:42 PM Post #26
Part man...part beast...full psycho! Posts: 17,366 Group: All Powerful Deity Member #1 Joined: December 30, 2005	"Hey, I couldn't care less about these asshats or how The Man deals with them. If you wanna extract some swift vigilante justice on him, that's your prerogative." The large man complied with the request to take a seat in the font, holding his hands up in surrender seeing as he didn't really have much of a choice in the matter. The SPARTAN tossed the unconscious thug in the back before taking the wheel and hauling the party as far away from the venue as possible. Even if the authorities managed to arrive and subdue the situation, they'd still be implicated through participation in the venue's fights, which would be a problem, especially for Bob, a wanted felon. He turned back to eyeball the attempted carjacker, a short and scruffy little man who looked like he had seen better days. Bob noted the grace with which Myles had knocked him out, which prompted a certain train of thought. "So, you gonna tell me why punching you felt like I tried shaking hands with an oil tanker? I've seen strong, and that's definitely not natural." He turned to him, eyeing him carefully. It was a little more than just curiosity that drove him to ask that question, as Bob was sure there was more to Myles than meets the eye.
	EMBRACE THE NAKED!


1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)

Create a free forum in seconds. Learn More · Sign-up for Free
« Previous Topic · The Nexus · Next Topic »

Pages:
1
2