- C rank Villain
- 3 posts
- renown
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Post by SHADE on Aug 3, 2016 12:00:25 GMT
Tic, toc, tic, toc.
“They’re not waking up.”
Tic, toc, tic, toc.
“They need to wake up.”
How long has he been here? Waiting, brooding, talking to himself. It’s a good thing the vile stench no longer bothers him, he got used to it. But then again there’s no way the guard’s rotting body would overpower his own wretchedness.
They were in a morgue, who are they? He and his master, also the many bodies he may or may have not killed to drag here. Shade used a drug he’s barely familiar with. Whatever it was, it did the job well enough. Maybe a bit too well considering it’s taking too long. He kidnapped the bystanders of the Port, locals and tourists alike. He took those who were susceptible at the time. The element of surprise is a strong advantage, but the careless thing about it is that he doesn’t know who he kidnapped. Not like it matters. He’s completely out of it.
To be more specific, this is an abandoned facility, smack dabbed at an easily forgotten corner in Port Reverie. Some of the things in the facility’s equipment still operated, barely, but it worked. How long the generator will be functioning is a mystery.
Quietly, he leaned his head against the bodyguard’s corpse nearby the morgue’s door. He stared at his bloodied and broken wristwatch. Honestly the only light that’s available here is the dead man’s flashlight. It flickered every now and then too though, so it’s definitely dying out soon. He heard a light scuffle, giving him the idea someone’s finally awake. He didn’t want to scare them, no, he’s here to free them. Shade is their friend, their savior. He hid first, slinking into the dark and watching them rise up, one by one.
[This thread is open for D to C rank heroes and vigilantes, or even villains. 1-2 people can join. Anyway, this is my first disposable villain. I have zero intention on playing him for a long-term. Feel free to kill him, capture him, or whatever. just write it up bootiful :'D]
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Post by grey on Aug 6, 2016 14:13:30 GMT
He had been in Texas. Above him were screams of pain and anguish, and before him had been bloodshed and violence in the name of peace. Phoenix had wanted a country and the world, but the Initiative decided that she would have none of what she demanded. J knew that Austin had been hot, but right now, he felt a dull sort of cold that didn't agree with what he perceived, and what he knew reality to be. All he could see was a vast, deserted landscape stretching for miles before him. Mentally, he tried to will himself to move. His body responded, but it was a slow process. And as he inched his way across the barren, gray earth, he realized that what he was doing didn't seem to mean anything. His mind remained painfully awake, but his eyes remained shut. The air grew colder to him. It was coldest in his right arm, the one that had been tainted by a desperate future and awakened by the malleable present. In the far distance of what he could vaguely see in his mind, stood a stout figure hunched like a puppet whose strings had been severed. It did not - could not - speak, and ceased to move. J forced his eyes open. Reality was neither the puppet nor its master. Pulling his body into movement with what strength he could summon, J now sat bolt upright upon the icy steel of a wheeled mortuary table. SHADE(( i assumed that his healing factor countered the drug, which led to an interesting experience lol ))
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