A Good Time to be Bad [RP]

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A Good Time to be Bad [RP]

Post by LunaHawk » Sat Apr 07, 2018 6:34 pm

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Cassidy-Anne, The Afterthought, stood quietly in an empty warehouse. Everyone who had responded to the original message had been sent directions on how to arrive and where. Her original plan had called for meeting at a bar, but the sheer number of replies had been astounding and required adjustments to the plan. No matter.

The warehouse had been stripped mostly bare save for a series of chairs and shelving units should people want to rest or place items somewhere other than the floor. There was also a table she had turned into a miniature lab after she had grown bored one day. It was covered in test-tubes and alchemical equipment. Beakers and tubes, pipes and burners ran hither and fro and liquids boiled and popped inside their heated containers. She moved to the table, already bored of waiting around and made some moderate adjustments. She took notes in a book and picked goggles up from the table, gently sliding them down over her face.

The young villain pulled a lens down, it was blue. More specifically it was a blue-shift lens. When she wore it she could discern if individuals were human or meta-human. She slid another lens down ontop of it, a green one. This one helped her identify the adjusting properties of the chemicals she was playing with. Should anyone arrive who was a "Legitimate chemist" they would see a series of chemicals that were useless, inert or simply with properties no one would want. Except...

Except Afterthought didn't think that way. The useless and inert were simply chemicals no one else was intelligent enough to understand. When she looked at a chemical, any chemical, she could visualize a purpose behind it. She didn't need microscopes or spectrometers or textbooks to tell her what it could do...she simply looked, saw and understood. The miniature lab was not then an experiment, it was actually producing items of value because Afterthought, for the most part, didn't need to experiment on how to make a chemical useful, she saw such things unfold in her mind. Her experiments were more on the proper application of a successfully modified chemical.

The compounds and substances working here would not be used today, she had no reason to trust any of these people and was not about to gift them with her valuable chemicals. Those she kept for herself. A series of vials had been slid into holsters on her belt and a revolver of absurd size (particularly for her slight frame) rested in a holster on her left hip. Should anyone inspect the weapon they would see the cylinder contained openings large enough to contain bullets of comical size, again, especially for her frame. Many of the individuals who believed such silly notions as "it's not a bullet if it's not a forty five" were large men with large egos and small...brains. Most women, particularly of small build, preferred to carry something more akin to a nine millimeter and so did most men who concealed and carried because they recognized that a nine millimeter was, in most situations, plenty. At the ranges in which pistol combat usually occurred one could empty ten or more shots into a target in seconds. Only the over dosed hardcore drug influenced would not drop instantly from such a lethal pounding. So, for the informed...why did she carry such a revolver?

A good question. The answer could be found in the bullet loops on her belt. The bullets were clear and each one contained some sort of liquid, each a different color. She had chosen the ammunition for today for specific purposes.

Her eyes flickered briefly to the door and then to a small television set going over the attack on the mall viewtopic.php?f=12&t=8233 and the explosions that had rocked LA the night before viewtopic.php?f=12&t=8266

She smirked. It was time for the Age of Villains to begin. It was...a good time to be bad.

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Post by FakeSkrillex » Sat Apr 07, 2018 7:43 pm

Vadim waited outside of the warehouse, an adjacent building gave him a full sight line of the front entrance. He had been watching the meeting point for over a day now, watching everything that passed by like he was a predator waiting for his prey. And in a way he was. He hadn't survived this long by being reckless and he wasn't about to start now.

In the time that he's been watching the meeting point he's seen a woman go back and forth from the warehouse to a van, leaving and returning about three times since he set up on the building. From the short times he's seen her Vadim can estimate that she is around 20, below average height, and athletic. Not much of a threat at first glance, but Vadim knew better than to let his guard down. She seemed like the one that sent the message to begin with, seeing how she was the only one here at least. Vadim still wondered how she got his number, but he wasn't exactly unknown in certain circles. Most killers knew who Baba Yaga was, but not many were crazy enough to actually try and contact him.

At the 36 hour mark Vadim stood and prepared to move, he had been watching for long enough to know that this position had lost it's usefulness. He grabbed his rifle and moved down out of the building, throwing it in a case that hung over his shoulder. Last thing he needed was some concerned mother calling the police on a man walking around with a rifle on his back, unnecessary casualties in this situation.

Vadim moved quickly down the stairs and out the front of the building, moving across the street to the warehouse and ascending a ladder that he had spotted from his old position. He moved across the roof and quietly slipped into a hatch that led to the upper portion of the warehouse. Like most warehouses the upper level consisted of a catwalk that, at the sacrifice of cover, provided a full view of the entire ground level. He moved into position and watched as the woman from before tinkered with test tubes and other glassware on a table in the middle of the room. He pulled his rifle out and aimed it at her head, he pulled out his phone and texted the number that had originally sent the message to him. It only contained one line, and if she didn't follow the direction then Vadim would have no issue putting her down.

The message simply read "Start talking or die"

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Post by illirica » Sun Apr 08, 2018 1:54 pm

The warehouse was interesting. Above all, it implied that this Afterthought moved very quickly. The initial call-to-arms, as it were, had gone out just a week ago, and the update to move the locale even after that... and yet, the warehouse was set up not just with chairs, but with an active chemistry lab. Afterthought, therefore, had had a handle on this place before the message went out. That meant her resources were deeper than the initial prompt implied.

Interesting.

In the shadowed corner, out of sight, Tyria Kuiper smiled to herself. She flickered away entirely, sitting instead on the roof of the warehouse and withdrawing a paper from a pocket.

Successful applicants will be:

*Villains


Tyria didn't really consider herself a "villain," of course, but it tended to be the opinion of others that mattered more in that regard.

*Ok with murder

Not in the slightest. Murder was such a personal thing. Tyria didn't like to let little things like killing get personal. Now, if someone else wanted to murder someone, on the other hand, Tyria was more than willing to pull the trigger, as long as she was paid for it.

*Willing to perform unusual tasks for the sake of successful villainy

Now that... that was where things started to get interesting. Unusual tasks sounded quite intriguing.

*Mortal(ish)

That was a very odd requirement. As far as Tyria was aware, though, she qualified as mortal. Although... truthfully, the only way to find out was to die, and Tyria had so far avoided that, and intended to continue doing so for as long as possible. The idea of death had such a finality to it.

(Single attractive males are optional)

Now, that was just desperate... Tyria found it quite hilarious. She supposed she qualified for two-out-of-three, there, although she had a feeling that in the case of the instigator, it was the third requirement that was going to be the sticking point.

New hires will not be sent to do silly tests to see if they can really do the thing. Instead they will be expected to have success in real field operations (also at least one person will be expected to cook). The work is dangerous, could get you arrested, mutilated or killed but can also lead to...FAME AND FORTUNE!

AND ADVENTURE! That part hadn't been in there precisely, but it was quite heavily implied. And that, above all, had been what had called Tyria's attention to the paperwork. She worked very well on her own, but soliloquies left so little room for drama. The fact was, life had been getting boring lately. Find a contract, complete the contract, repeat as necessary. Tyria wanted more than that. She wanted to do something exciting, something interesting, something fun.

Her mother would have been horrified, no doubt. Tyria's mother wasn't here, though, so the point was irrelevant. And Tyria was very bored.

Do you want to be like Billy the Kidd?

Do you want to attend wild parties and drink expensive alcohol like it's going out of style?

Do you own a sinister cat?


Yes, yes, and... well, when she had picked up the paper, it had been no.

Tyria Kuiper had stared at that last line for a while. She couldn't really say why, but it had sparked something in her. An interest that hadn't been there before. Something exciting. Something that she could do.

So it was that she popped back into the warehouse without walking, simply appearing indolently in one of the chairs set out, one hand over the arm of the chair dangling a revolver that would have been more at home in the old west than in a modern warehouse, and the other hand curled around a small ball of gray-and-black fuzz that rested on her stomach. The ball was soft and furry and purring contentedly. It seemed to like being teleported, for some reason. Tyria wasn't entirely sure it qualified as sinister just yet, but she had it on good authority that all cats grew up to be sinister, so it was a work in progress.

"Good evening," she said, cheerfully, reaching up to tip a nonexistent fedora, "Malady." It wasn't a mispronunciation. She grinned, and returned her hand to the twitching ears of the tabby kitten. "I require adventure. I have procured a sinister cat. I assure you I am reasonably qualified for most specifications. So! When does the show start?"

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Post by Orph » Sun Apr 08, 2018 4:00 pm

A man in his late 20s is sauntering down the street, dressed like the picture of 'nondescript.' A hoodie covers the circular scar on his forehead, and a newspaper held in front of him helps hide his face. He glances to the right and to the left, and takes a turn into an alleyway. From there, he makes a number of twists and turns, until he arrives at the backdoor to a warehouse- the same one every other aspiring 'super-villain' in the city is heading to.

He enters, pushing back his hood, and taking a roll of quarters from his pocket. To any outside observer, a strange, but ultimately innocuous action. From Marcus' perspective, it's like drawing a loaded gun. "This is the place, right? 'm Marksman. Here for the... job opportunity?"

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Post by Pronoia » Mon Apr 09, 2018 3:36 pm

Pronoia or better known in this era as Athena caught interest in the message of recruitment Afterthought had sent out to many and not only did Athena arrive as soon as she could to the designated area upon receiving the message she also appeared to have arrived inside the ware house long before the others. However despite her early arrival she never responded with anything more than a nod or dismissive head shake, by the time other individuals arrived she was in the far corner of the room cautiously observing a woman who could seemingly teleport and one man who pulled out a gun on their mysterious benefactor.

Quietly Athena unholstered one of her two custom designed pistols and readied it by her tummy in case violence broke out but she only intended to use her weapon IF one of the many unpredictable free lancers decided to get trigger happy.
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Post by LunaHawk » Tue Apr 10, 2018 4:29 am

As people began to filter in she continued her work with the little miniature lab. She removed a phone from her pocket, a phone that was overly steam punked. She flipped open its casing and read the message with a smirk. Another flip closed the casing and she set the phone down on the table. Afterthought quietly removed a cylinder of bubbling liquid from the lab. "Please, no one move for a moment. Also, if you could stop pointing your gun at me wherever you are and come in here it would be more civilized of you, you'd also learn more." She said, part of it meant for the man who'd sent the text. She lifted the cylinder to eye level and walked a suitable distance away from the gathering crowd. There she let it fall from her hands. The cylinder shattered on the floor and a scent like ocean breeze wafted through the room.

"Psy shielding." She explained and walked back to her position at the head of the room. She clasped her hands disarmingly behind her back and smiled. "That's quite the kitten. I look forward to seeing it develop its sinister qualities and I do rather love your enthusiasm." She told the eager young woman with the kitten. Her pretty eyes turned to the other new entry, a man with a roll of quarters. "Job opportunity is a good description." She motioned for him to take a seat. "Please." She added.

"I'm fairly certain more will arrive in due course. Ten years ago the Age of Heroes came to an end. There are now by most counts less than ten 'heroes' remaining. Yesterday I destroyed the greatest hero armory this side of LA, though not surprisingly the retired hero known as Xae survived the little ambush I had planned for her. To be frank my associates, we have an opportunity. The world is weak, it is rife for assault. Even the meta-human defenses of the government have waned over time. People have forgotten what fear feels like and, more importantly, they've forgotten how to deal with people like us. Eventually our actions will draw heroes out of the wood work, new ones." She smiled at the idea like a man who'd seen his first naked woman in thirty years.

"In the next forty eight hours, we're going to end the Age of Peace and you are all going to get paid quite, quite well. We're going to, if there are enough of us, hit two targets. The first and primary of these of the Hall of Heroes, the museum to the Age of Heroes that was built about five years ago in Washginton D.C. There's a lot of equipment stored there, and I do mean a lot. We'll take some of it and blow the rest sky high. The other target is the Vibranium Mines in Venezuela. In one day we're going to take away the possible old weapons of power new heroes could use while also striking an obvious symbolic blow and we're going to take down the biggest source of the super material Vibranium in the world. In this way, we put the fear of, well, us, into the public and we also rob any up and coming heroes of the best resources currently available. We have to start over, so will they...except of course we're ready for it."

Afterthought smiled and clapped her hands together. "I promised adventure and believe me, you're going to have all the adventure you can handle. Both facilities are well guarded and we're not going to just crash through the front doors. After today, the world is our buffet and oh the fights we'll have. We'll cover this in more detail as soon as some additional people arrive. In the mean time, I feel this is a good place to field all the obvious questions...feel free to ask less obvious ones too."

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Post by FakeSkrillex » Tue Apr 10, 2018 5:18 pm

Vadim's position gave him a good view over the different entrances to the warehouse, allowing him to spot the others as they came in. The first he saw was a woman who seemed to appear out of nowhere. Teleportation most likely, it wasn't uncommon for metas with abilities like that to be in this line of work. The man that entered was familiar to Vadim, they called him Marksman, one of the best snipers in the world right now. Rumors say that he's deadly at range with just about anything he can get his hands on. His real name is unknown, but even his alias carries weight. The girl was an unknown to Vadim, he focused his sight on her for a moment, she was red headed, an athletic build, with a small cat in her lap and a revolver hanging loosely in her hand. Still no telling who she was at this point.

Vadim focused his sights back to the woman who had contacted all of them, she was still a mystery as well. Vadim didn't bother fraternizing with other assassins or "Villains" as the public would call them, but reputations carried a lot of weight in his world. If he knew what she went by it would give hime insight. For now he would wait for a time, see what the room is like, these new entries are also potential threats.

Vadim continued monitoring the room, switching between the current potential targets in front of him.
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Post by Pronoia » Tue Apr 10, 2018 6:10 pm


illirica wrote:
Sun Apr 08, 2018 1:54 pm
The warehouse was interesting. Above all, it implied that this Afterthought moved very quickly. The initial call-to-arms, as it were, had gone out just a week ago, and the update to move the locale even after that... and yet, the warehouse was set up not just with chairs, but with an active chemistry lab. Afterthought, therefore, had had a handle on this place before the message went out. That meant her resources were deeper than the initial prompt implied.

Interesting.

In the shadowed corner, out of sight, Tyria Kuiper smiled to herself. She flickered away entirely, sitting instead on the roof of the warehouse and withdrawing a paper from a pocket.

Successful applicants will be:

*Villains


Tyria didn't really consider herself a "villain," of course, but it tended to be the opinion of others that mattered more in that regard.

*Ok with murder

Not in the slightest. Murder was such a personal thing. Tyria didn't like to let little things like killing get personal. Now, if someone else wanted to murder someone, on the other hand, Tyria was more than willing to pull the trigger, as long as she was paid for it.

*Willing to perform unusual tasks for the sake of successful villainy

Now that... that was where things started to get interesting. Unusual tasks sounded quite intriguing.

*Mortal(ish)

That was a very odd requirement. As far as Tyria was aware, though, she qualified as mortal. Although... truthfully, the only way to find out was to die, and Tyria had so far avoided that, and intended to continue doing so for as long as possible. The idea of death had such a finality to it.

(Single attractive males are optional)

Now, that was just desperate... Tyria found it quite hilarious. She supposed she qualified for two-out-of-three, there, although she had a feeling that in the case of the instigator, it was the third requirement that was going to be the sticking point.

New hires will not be sent to do silly tests to see if they can really do the thing. Instead they will be expected to have success in real field operations (also at least one person will be expected to cook). The work is dangerous, could get you arrested, mutilated or killed but can also lead to...FAME AND FORTUNE!

AND ADVENTURE! That part hadn't been in there precisely, but it was quite heavily implied. And that, above all, had been what had called Tyria's attention to the paperwork. She worked very well on her own, but soliloquies left so little room for drama. The fact was, life had been getting boring lately. Find a contract, complete the contract, repeat as necessary. Tyria wanted more than that. She wanted to do something exciting, something interesting, something fun.

Her mother would have been horrified, no doubt. Tyria's mother wasn't here, though, so the point was irrelevant. And Tyria was very bored.

Do you want to be like Billy the Kidd?

Do you want to attend wild parties and drink expensive alcohol like it's going out of style?

Do you own a sinister cat?


Yes, yes, and... well, when she had picked up the paper, it had been no.

Tyria Kuiper had stared at that last line for a while. She couldn't really say why, but it had sparked something in her. An interest that hadn't been there before. Something exciting. Something that she could do.

So it was that she popped back into the warehouse without walking, simply appearing indolently in one of the chairs set out, one hand over the arm of the chair dangling a revolver that would have been more at home in the old west than in a modern warehouse, and the other hand curled around a small ball of gray-and-black fuzz that rested on her stomach. The ball was soft and furry and purring contentedly. It seemed to like being teleported, for some reason. Tyria wasn't entirely sure it qualified as sinister just yet, but she had it on good authority that all cats grew up to be sinister, so it was a work in progress.

"Good evening," she said, cheerfully, reaching up to tip a nonexistent fedora, "Malady." It wasn't a mispronunciation. She grinned, and returned her hand to the twitching ears of the tabby kitten. "I require adventure. I have procured a sinister cat. I assure you I am reasonably qualified for most specifications. So! When does the show start?"





Athena with her ability to see in the infrared spectrum and who was capable of detecting hidden people decided to make a tactical decision and move from her current position while Afterthought spoke however this decision was based upon her hearing the comment of their potential employer having a personal shield of sorts, with the ability to see thermal signatures pop up orange in a blue background and her naturally cautious attitude one most certainly needed for a successful career as a long ranged markswoman would make Athena a very perceptive sniper indeed. As she moved she picked up a collapsible chair and took a straight path towards Tyria before setting it down and sitting behind the teleporter “I am in this current position to make sure that the so far most valuable person in this room does not get shot” Athena made her statement a meter away from Tyria in her own trademark soft voice and light Russian accent.
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Post by Azra » Tue Apr 10, 2018 10:15 pm

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A tilt of the head and the scarlet haired figure could overhear everything happening within the room. The soft tap sounds on a phone screen was as clear to her as someone talking in her ear. The occasional bubble of chemical mixtures as audible to her from here as the cars speeding down a near by road to others. A soft purr could be heard from someones pet. She could smell the steel of firearms and gunpowder, the different scent that was a role of quarters. Her abilities were she thought underwhelming to the possible comparison of so many others they allowed however for a rather grand understanding of ones surroundings though. Senses to compete with a blood hound and other animals one might find helped her a lot in getting where she wanted. And the Lotus clan would much rather the established criminal pawn that was Jessica be put to use then one of their own.

Waiting around however wasn't going to be enough eventually she had to move so the dragon stepped from the telephone pole she'd been standing on. Her figure descending from above and ever so slightly gliding from the expanded cape. Her feet touching the concrete with a whisper of a sound before she moved for the same door as everyone else. There was some tension in the room but she paid it no mind, get enough killers in a room and someone was bound to issue death threats. Instead she simply walked over and took a seat "no need to recap heard it all." Honesty was in her voice, she didn't care to explain how she had however. Best not to leak all of ones secrets to early.

Fewer heroes in the world because they didn't need to save the world was what the dragon imagined. Heroes were stubborn and stupid risking their lives daily for little profit and little gain. Their ideals kept them at it however and now they felt content in retiring, that wasn't a good sign to Jess, but rather evidence things would be easily out of hand in no time once someone tried to be bold. The Lotus wanted her here though so here she was. "Going into D.C to destroy iconic items of old. And then you want to move on one of the most valuable resources of the world. Guess you're at least bold enough to be interesting." The dragon remarked bringing out a phone to research the target areas. "What's the plan of entry then?" Of course she knew she may have to wait a little while for an answer as the team was still smaller then expected. She wasn't fond of wasting time however, waiting around in a room of criminal's was a reminder of her childhood. Being in the field was more modern and comfortable she was doing her best to sit patient but her foot tapped a bit anxiously.

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Post by illirica » Wed Apr 11, 2018 3:32 pm

Tyria glanced behind herself as the green-haired girl took up position. Most valuable person in the room? Well, she's got an interesting set of priorities. She leaned back a little in her chair, She's also got an interesting set of... later, maybe. She returned her attention to the front of the room, at the one who was apparently their fearless leader.

"So, we hit these two places, blow 'em up, and then just... see what happens?" Tyria prompted. "It's an interesting idea, could work. Unless a lot more people show up or you've got a private army in one of those bottles of yours, though, I'd say it looks like you're gonna have to choose one." No surprise, there, she'd noticed meetings like this always tended to have about half as many people show up as had said they would, and someone was always late.

As if on cue, another woman glided into the room laconically, then promptly ruined her suave image by sitting in a chair tapping her foot like a little kid. Tyria gave her points for being right about it being interesting, though, and for the inquiry about how it was going to happen. She was pretty good at planning for herself, but she didn't really have much group experience, so she'd let someone else cover the big picture. "Entry's easy. What's the plan of exit?" she wanted to know, "Too many of these things go off half-cocked with no extraction plan, and things don't work out the way you want 'em to. I can get myself out well enough, but I doubt you're willing to pay me entirely up front, and that means someone's gotta live for me to collect. Also, who's handling the demolitions? I don't do explosives. I'm more of an... interpersonal problem solver, shall we say."

Lots of questions. She looked forward to seeing what the answers were going to be.

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