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Post by Bacchus » Fri Nov 22, 2019 1:26 am

The figure was silent, nearly imperceptible, as she crouched on the rooftops taking regarding the city below. A gust of wind flared her cloak, which swept behind her in a billowing sheet, two dark wings flared either side of a vulture - not observing the dead, but certainly observing the soon-to-be. Below, an armored limousine plowed onward. A motorcade lined it on either side, redirecting traffic, but it was only for show. Who would assassinate a mayor? Especially one as unassuming as Charles - Chuck, as his supporters affectionately called him - Lindsdale, a political moderate with a clean record, a decent career, and mostly positive ratings?

Well, his ex-wife, for one.

Why, the figure didn't know. She made a habit of never asking, only doing. Take the money and act. Whatever dirty secrets people were harboring, whatever grudges, it was all meaningless. A job was a job. A kill was a kill. And so, as she lined up the shot with her arrow, head tracking the van as it rounded the corner of the block, she felt no remorse.

Twang.

A thundercrack as the arrow launched from her bow that was loud enough to rattle the nearby windows. It descended in a screaming arc and struck the limo's engine block, leaving a basketball-sized hole still smoking in its wake. A miss. Calmly, even as the crowds below began to scream, even as police and security left their cars, guns drawn, she pulled another arrow from her quiver, notched it, and took aim once more.
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Post by illirica » Sun Nov 24, 2019 1:40 am

The call came in, on the usual channel. An assassination attempt, it seemed. A small thing. So strange, that in this world, such a thing had become small. Tactically speaking, it wasn't even a good idea to respond - it had gotten like that, lately. There was a sense of needing to save strength for larger things - for the Surgaths, for the Thunderstorms, for the Rampages. Getting injured in a minor assassination attempt might mean not being able to stop the next major threat.

And not responding would have meant not being worthy of standing on the front line, at all.

Capacitor marked the alert as attended, and let the devices she'd built click into place around her.
"Bodyslide, by one."


Assailant on the rooftops, police presence already there, targeting the attacker. Hopefully now that she'd arrived, they could move towards clearing out the civilians - Capacitor didn't like fighting around too many people, especially those who couldn't take a hit. She didn't mind being dangerous to her opponents, but she didn't like being dangerous to... everyone. It was everyone, wasn't it, these days? She supposed it was. Her apparent opponent was there, cape billowing in the wind, unconscious mirror of Teja's own. It was damnably stylish, which she would never admit was a factor in a thousand years.

Since she only had seven or eight, that wasn't going to be an issue.
"Put the weapon down."


Capacitor wasn't trying to hide her presence. She wanted to be noticed. Come on, then. Fight me.

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Post by Deus Mortis » Sun Nov 24, 2019 8:14 pm



Mission: Eliminate Mayor Lindsdale.
Intel Level: High
Response Level (Expected): Immediate - Security Detail
Eventual - Police Response Unit, SWAT.
xpected Hostiles: .
Unit(s) Deployed: Ray Greene.
Hot-zone: [REDACTED]
Date: █/██/2019
Time: ██ : ██ hrs
Initial Equipment Deployed:
FN MK20 SSR, CQBR Carbine,
P226, Switchblade, Taser,
Pepper Spray, Type IV Body Armor,
Ballistic Helmet, x3 Flashbangs,
x3 Concussion Grenades,
x2 M68 Hand Grenades,
x2 EMP cluster grenades,
NVG/Thermal Goggles.


The man of the hour today was Mayor Lindsdale. A clean, reputable-enough Mayor with a closet empty of any skeletons. If it weren’t for a heart-broken ex-wife, he’d likely retire with a decent legacy as town mayor behind him. A damn shame.

The body of a SWAT team sniper lay up on a roof, his body tied around a ventilation shaft, hands cuffed, and his head sagging down. Were it not for the rise and fall of his chest, it’d be reasonable to assume he were dead. Fortunately for his wife and son, he lived to see another day.

Greene laid prone near the sniper, taking up the officer’s role for the day, though for a motive much less noble. A reticle hovered over the Mayor’s car, the scope’s sway reduced to nothing as it sat upon a stable bipod, held by a relaxed pair of hands. There was still a gentle firmness as The Rogue Soldier trailed the car, slightly tinted windows, making it more difficult to get a clear shot. Thankfully, Greene was well experienced with difficult situations.

Just like Cairo.

A few shots to the engine block. Put a few more to take out some braking fluid. Reduce mobility as quick as possible before neutralizing the security detail. Non-lethal shots for cops. A shot that’ll leave you 6 feet down for Lindsdale.

People cheered on the street below.

Greene’s breathing slowed.

Officers warned some civilians to move back behind the barricades.

The world slowed.

boOOM!

A thunderclap erupted, though not from Greene’s rifle.

Not this shit again.

Someone else had come to collect the bounty on Lindsdale’s life. Whoever this other mercenary was, they and the Crimson Fox had similar methods. While interesting, it gave cause for more alarm as it showed that they were more experienced, or at the least, trained. This wasn’t some amatuer.

I doubt they’ll split the bounty. He thought to himself, strapping his SSR to his back as he switched to the CQBR. Armor-piercing rounds were loaded into the carbine, standard procedure for Greene. He had some hollow point mags on stand-by however in-case he needed more stopping power than over-penetration. Once the weapon swap was over, he got to work on finding his economic rival.



..

.

That was easy.

A cloaked figure sat up on a nearby rooftop, cloak flapping with every small gust of wind. An ominous energy breezed by Ray’s body as he took note of the figure’s bow. Unique weapons were always a reason to proceed with caution, especially in a world of superpowers and sci-fi tech.

With a running start, he jumped across the gap between his and the Archer’s rooftops, grabbing onto the fire escape. The initial impact was loud enough to echo up and down the alleyway, though the rest of the ascent was a quiet affair. By the time he got up to the top, an additional figure joined the arrow-favoring killer.

You’ve got to be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.

Capacitor.

Of all the heroes, vigilantes, or criminals to arrive at the scene, Greene had not been expecting her. He thought with the ever-flowing stream of world-ending threats coming from out of the woodwork, that the SOS would be somewhat busy. The reality he was seeing did well in destroying that thought.

Hoping his quiet rise up to the rooftop had gone unnoticed, Greene took a step down the stairwell to sink just low enough that the edge of the roof was at his chest level. He’d rest his carbine on said edge, his sights aimed at the Archer. He wouldn’t engage just yet, unsure of how the SOS’ leader would react to Greene going gung-ho without any questions.

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Post by Bacchus » Sat Nov 30, 2019 1:20 am

Two pops of small arms fire. The mercenary stepped back from the rooftop, calmly assessing the bits of concrete flecking off in showers from its edge. Far enough distance - not enough power behind their shots to get a good aim. Upward target, too, which meant gravity and wind were on her side. It was doubtless the cops would fire again. No, they'd make the long, tedious way up the building below her, forced to the stairs by the elevator she'd sabotaged, only to find the door leading to the rooftop barricaded by a bar lock.

Perfect time to take another shot at the target, a shot that, this time, she was doubtless to miss.

"Put the weapon down."

The armored woman spun, unleashing the second notched arrow in the direction of the voice. Another crack - this time, a few of the below windows shattered, showering glass onto the street like droplets of frozen rain. Whether she hit or missed, she was already notching another arrow onto her bow, and holding yet another between her ring finger and pinkie in case two weren't enough to take out the intruder.

Ah... no. Two wouldn't be enough.

"Recurrent?" the mercenary asked, shifting her feet closer to the edge of the roof once more. "Or - no. Capacitor again, isn't it? Any reason the leader of the world's greatest heroes is bothering with petty crime?"

Her voice was distorted by the helmet. Deeper, rougher, and laced with static, covered enough that even a friend wouldn't be able to easily make it out.
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Post by illirica » Sat Nov 30, 2019 5:09 pm

An arrow whistled her way, led by a tiny fragment of metal. Capacitor made a vague gesture, adapting the magnetic field just enough to alter the arrow’s direction a few fractions of a degree - just enough that it whistled a few inches past her rather than striking true. The shockwave that followed it was intense, and no doubt would have knocked her off balance if she hadn’t been keeping herself anchored. As it was, it tore at the fabric of her clothes, which she really ought to replace with polymers one of these days. It hardly mattered, with the SLIP suit beneath, and there was something to letting the cloth get torn to shreds on occasion that looked good on camera.

Like the hand gesture moments ago, it wasn’t necessary in the slightest, but she knew all about doing things for show. Besides, if she used gestures often enough, there was always the chance that an opponent would think they were required, which could be the mistake that turned the tides, one of these days. The archer had noticed another arrow, but she didn’t loose it, instead deciding to make conversation.

Well. Capacitor generally wasn’t much for banter, but if that meant that no one was shooting the mayor, she’d allow it. The words bothered her, though, maybe more than she would have cared to admit. ”The Society doesn’t have a leader,” she corrected, even though she was simultaneously well aware that she was probably the only person in the world who thought of it that way. Invictus had been the leader of the Society, more or less. She’d hated that at the time, because of the triumvirate being... less equal. It had been one of the many things that had bothered her back then, and seemed unimportant now.

Still. If she’d had to name a leader of the Society, she still thought of Michael. ”We all have our strengths.” None of that statement explained why she was here, but the interesting thing about that was that Capacitor didn’t have to explain why she was here, she just had to be here.

”Trying to kill someone is hardly ‘petty crime,’” she added, with a little smile of amusement, ”Haven’t you ever heard of ‘death as a last resort’?”

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Post by Deus Mortis » Sun Dec 01, 2019 2:27 am

Fuckin’ hell.

Things always had to get complicated, didn’t they?

Screaming civilians fleeing the scene did well on letting Greene know that the attempt on the Mayor’s life was publically known. If it weren’t for them, then the suppressive gunfire from below would have done just nicely in doing so.

Position’s compromised.

The hunting ground shared between two hunters now became a hotzone. Police had the area of the shooter pinned down, which so unfortunately encompassed Greene and Teja. The latter didn’t have much to worry about. No one was going to question why the leader of the Society was here confronting a criminal. What they were likely to question was how did a vigilante in full military-gear get to where she was within minutes of the initial attack.

The clock was ticking.

A sonic boom shook the world for all but a second.


Diplomacy was being attempted, going just about how it went in every metahuman incident: going oddly. A greeting was attempted, attacks from a side followed before, and the two sides went to continuing to talk to each other. When Greene was deployed, people woulda kept shooting each other. To the uninitiated, these are confusing times.

What’s the play?

What’s the choice? Was he going to open fire on the merc’ who just tried to attack a hero? Would it be out of defense or to take out a potential rival? Maybe both? Whatever the circumstances were, he needed to make a decision, and most importantly, commit to it. Indecision gets people killed.

Dosceznic’s at the advantage here. Fully aware and going against someone using enough metal to influence it.

Greene kept his sights over the Archer’s head, finger barely resting against the trigger.

In a moment, he made a decision.

From the cover of the building, he’d keep his rifle steady, mounted on the roof's edge. He was still an unknown in this fight. An X-Factor that could help either side tip the scale. Capacitor was the one he'd put his money on, the option that'd let him walk out of this without having to fight through waves of cops and other possible heroes.

For now, he simply waited.

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Post by Bacchus » Thu Dec 05, 2019 12:57 am

"Petty enough, in this day and age. It'd be a clean kill. No suffering. Lot more than could be said for, say, the survivors of L.A. or Newark." The bow lowered a smidgen, arrow pointing towards the ground. The archer seemed off guard. Distracted, animated, the synthesized voice stuttering and cracking from behind the black void of a face. "You hero types keep making the news, and over and over again, you're bounced press around like you're our saviors. Only person that ever had the gall to stand up to y'all was NNN, and with the way they covered the Assurance disaster, it's pretty obvious they were only doing it 'cause your agendas clashed... not out of any sympathy for the little guys."

The arrow dropped a notch lower, now pointed right in front of Capacitor's feet, hand relaxing on the string - still taut, but less so.

Didn't take much velocity with supersonic acceleration.

"We're stuck in dead end jobs, stuck cleaning up the scraps behind... behind superbrains like you and your friends, while you go gallivanting off to play god with toys that literally defy physics. And the worst part isn't that you don't try to share your crap. No, it's not 'cause of your secrecy policies - it's 'cause you take these - these incomprehensible powers, this untouchable technology, and you use it to kill. Not to end wars, or feed the hungry, or help people out of poverty, just as some kind of riot shield for glorified cops."

Her finger slipped, and the arrow loosed, accelerating in an instant - the air in front of her expanded, flinging her back, explosion of pressure directed out towards the hero - and the edges of her cape magnetized, clipping to her wrists, billowing out wide in the newfound breeze. She shot across the street at a pace far faster than any natural glide, stumbling into a run off a rooftop on the other side.

The cops didn't even have time to react.
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Post by illirica » Fri Dec 06, 2019 3:42 am

So. First she was upset because Someone like Capacitor had showed up to stop her, and now she was upset because someone like Capacitor didn’t show up to stop her more often. An arrow slipped off the bow, then impacted almost instantaneously into the ground in front of Teja. Shards of building enveloped her, which was why she didn’t go places without at least some protection. The SLIP suit might not be bulky, and it wasn’t quite as defense-heavy as her previous Valence Shell had been, but it was still extremely effective, especially against minor things like exploding buildings.

This thought, she realized, might play a bit into some of what the archer was complaining about, but SLIP and the rest of Teja’s gear weren’t magical or mystical, they were simply well-applied physics. She hadn’t built them because she’d been divinely inspired, she’d built them because she’d studied, and she’d done the math. It was true that maybe differential equations were an incomprehensible power to some, but that didn’t make them entirely impossible.

Teja sighed, resisting the urge to rub away the metaphorical headache this woman was giving her. ”I... literally have a public office. I built it in Nevada so that it would be approachable.” Because she and Michael Carter had argued about that. He’d built his Empyrean, and she’d disliked it because it was too distant, for reasons like this. Her voice wasn’t all that loud, but she’d pitched in the right direction, and she had a feeling that the woman was going to be listening.

And even if she wasn’t, there would be other people listening. There were plenty of people in the area, no doubt someone was transcribing things or recording them. There was another man on top of the buildings, armed and unseen. She could feel the way the charges flowed through the area around what she was assuming was a gun. One of these days she would have to practice telling different weapons apart by their shape in the magnetic fields. That would have been much easier while she still worked for the military, but unfortunately, they seemed to have moved on.

Likely some day she would, as well. That was neither here nor there. For now, Teja kept her calm, wondering if the woman would slow down and listen. Maybe not, but Teja wasn’t about to let her get away and start taking more shots at the mayor that easily. The archer had magnets in her cape, of all things. Teja gave them a tug - not impossibly strong, but maybe enough to stop her, or at least make her stumble.

”If you’re really that interested in my technology, come by BEACON some time. I’ll take you out to my lab and you can poke around at some of my tech. If you think you’re stuck in a dead-end job, you’re probably wasting your potential. That acceleration skill is interesting. Is it a straight dv/dt or is there something more going on?”

Accuse me of defying physics, will you? Not only could Teja refute that statement, she could refute it with equations. She has no idea how much time I’ve spent studying these things, does she? It was always easier to accuse than it was to understand, though. Applied engineering took work - and, as they said, sufficiently advanced technology became indistinguishable from magic.

Teja had always thought that phrase was invented by people who spent more time reading fantasy novels than physics texts.

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Post by Bacchus » Sun Dec 08, 2019 1:04 am

Scalar's feet scraped the rooftop on the other side of the street, heels pushed downward, it - and the still-billowing cloak behind her - enough to pull her to a halt. She spun on heel, once more tauting her drawstring with an arrow notched in the cord. Where was the mayor? Somewhere down there, still. They'd have taken him to a defensible spot. The overhang of the tower adjacent, perhaps. A quick shot with the arrow would be enough to -

A tug on her cape, and she stumbled back, arrow whizzing off calmly to the side. It dropped to the ground, untouched by her acceleration.

"Shut up!" the mercenary shouted, shouldering her bow and stepping back from the rooftop's edge. "I don't have to tell you anything!"

Mission failed. She could deal with the repercussions later. No amount of money was worth going head to head with The Storm, and the last opportunity she had to collect had just been foiled almost effortlessly. Groaning in frustration, she spun on heel, sprinting away - each step doubling, tripling in distance breached, until she was less running, more gliding across the roof.

Another click, and her cape was linked, arms outstretched like wings, wind from her speed filling them out and lifting her a good foot off the ground.

Capacitor could kiss her ass.
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Post by Deus Mortis » Sun Dec 08, 2019 11:02 pm

The initial impression of cold-hearted professionalism that the robotic archer left on Greene waned with every passing moment. Every back and forth remark that it gave only gave more and more insight as to who this rival mercenary was. Not who as in identity but who was in personality, what were this being’s motives and thoughts.

The more they spoke, the less he believed the archer to be an A.I, at least not completely. There was something in the metallic husk, some ghost in a shell that was a long way from innocence. He almost felt empathetic. They sounded as if they were wronged in the past, their life ruined by some hero’s actions. Collateral was among the number one killers for accidental casualties during exo-normal or metahuman incidents. It left a trail of vengeful civilians who had no other option but to turn to crime or villainy to make something of what was left of their lives. Just look at what happened in L.A.

The archer had some valid points. Capacitor verbally defended against some of them. Greene listened from afar, his mind calculating just how far the Mayor had run by now. The result? Too damn far. He was too well-fortified by first responders to play this off without getting seen as another mercenary by Capacitor. The difficulty of actually getting through the cops below wasn’t much of a concern to him.

Without warning, an explosion of air shook Greene’s senses, earplugs straining to protect his eardrums against the archer’s sudden propulsion. He shook his head trying to regain a semblance of the world, pushing past the initial wave of dizziness to reset his sight alignment. The archer was farther now. A small, unseen force tugged at her figure, causing her to stumble. Teja’s handiwork, no doubt.

The small hiccup gave the Rogue Soldier the small second he needed to get a lock onto his target.

Fifty meters now.

The CQBR’s effective range was around three hundred.

The machine wore armor. His carbine was already loaded with armor-piercing rounds.

With little to dissuade him, he pulled the trigger, a suppressed muzzle bearing a short stream of rounds all for the anonymous archer. Only the first three rounds were shot at the archer’s center mass, the bursts to follow aimed to pierce their cape. If his bullets struck true and his assumption proved right, it’d send the escaping mercenary crashing towards the ground below, making it easier for Teja to engage…

...or for him to follow through with a kill shot.

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