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@Kipsy @madlad @Loki The Trickster The man on Eunmi's line simply says, "You need to come in to file a report," and, following routine procedures of name, date of birth and all the other miscellaneous inquires, hangs up. Should she arrive at the police station, Eumni is directed to the foyer...

@Loki The Trickster @Kipsy @madlad The authorities arrive at Maria's home. They arrest the man and insist she come in to answer, "A few questions." There's an implication behind the man's tone of voice it's obligatory. A bearded face and tired eyes regard her in jaundiced judgement. Eunmi waits...

@Kipsy Eunmi's hitman is relentless. He's on her heels the moment she tries to find hers, crushing broken ceramic underfoot in his vicious lunge. The blade of his knife is bright white steel and her heart is a magnet. There's no explanation, no reason for his viciousity--but, in spite of this...

@Kipsy @madlad @Loki The Trickster Look, Eunmi. Look. There's something in the tea. No, that isn't the teabag. Not the particles of peppermint, not the water's waves... not a trick of the light. The something moves. Then, the shapeless something shifts so slightly. A blink-and-you'll-miss-it...

A sigh of relief. When Magma Woman disappears, Ben checks the time, muttering, "Time's up," under his breath. He rolls down his sleeves. "You talk to them," recommends the man, referencing the police as they round the corner in red emergency and blue phosphorescence, "I gotta get back to work...

"I'm an ex-cop," mutters the man morosely. "Scram, lady--if you know what's good for you." He has trouble with his words--his breath--for the heat reduces the solemn severity in his tone of voice to a breathless rasp. Here, on 4th Avenue, it's hell on Earth. Literally. At least, the temperature...

Benjamin holds Apteryx by the wrist, wrenching her back and out of harm's way. "Stay back, lady," A command from the ex-cop turned ex-con. "You're injured. YOU need to run! Get your shit together. Stop trying to be the hero. You'll just go and get yourself killed." With Apteryx by his back, Ben...

Ben whips out a Huawei. Is he calling the police? No. He's recording a video for Twitter. Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the age of post-modernity. However, as Apteryx nosedives for the tarmac road, this is when the McDonald's employee comes to his senses. Dropping everything to run towards...

You got a link to the Discord?

Lighting a tobacco Rizla burns the weight of the world off of his shoulders. A workout not of hot sweat and breathless sighs, but of black tobacco and smoke as grey as the ash it rises from and the alleyway bricks that close him in from either side. Nictotine and ammonia keep him going for...

Tuesday starts like any other day. Benjamin has his self-esteem checked by a McDonald's customer as he registers their order of a Mac Jr. Bacon and fries. Don't forget the vanilla milkshake, the customer tells him. He thinks about how he used to be somebody. The only thing his world amounts to...

Name: Benjamin Age: 31 Alternate Name: TBD Gender: Male Height: 6'1 Ability: Bone Manipulation, the ability to have complete control over the bones of oneself. This includes growing, shaping, manipulating the density and weight of, creating constructs out of bone, etc. Osteokinetic Constructs...

. . chapter ii:i wall maria, shiganshina / シガンシナ区 They might smell it before they see it. A sulphuric stink in the nose, a stab of arsenic ash that burns the nostrils, the smell of death. Turn, one might tell themselves, and when they do, they finally see it--a billowing white ash cloud...

The mayor tries to say something before he dies. Whatever it is, a BANG humbles him to sombre silence. Frank Berkowitz's head bursts open in a red mist, a vicious spurt of blood and brain covering the upholstery with red, red and only more red. The mayor has been assassinated. The only thing...

...who want these types of jobs done. "Go, Teen Titans..." The witheringly witty tone of voice again. "The mayor won't assassinate himself." *** 8:00 AM. Bakerline. Sun casts light along the streets of Bakerline--a middle-class district in the northern sector of Metropolis. Four...

Your mobile rings. You recognise the number. He's a man you've done odd jobs for in the past--traffickings, blackmailings, kidnappings, bombings, smugglings--but always alone. He says this is different. That you'll be working with others like you--mercenary men and women from all walks of not...

With a cloth, Suezo cleans her katana of the man's blood, muttering, "Fool," in Japanese as she sheathes the blade with a click of the crosspiece. She calls her father, a Yakuza crimelord (with a large share in the illegal Kick industry), and tells him, "Father... I've completed my mission," a...

She beheads the mongrel mercilessly with one swing, then boots it to one side. She swings her blade some more, seven times for seven bullets. All are cut in half. A superhuman on Kick is virtually unstoppable. On the eighth, she claims the arm that holds the gun, followed shortly after by a...

The man fled across the living room, and the swordslinger followed. This is, of course, after she effortlessly sidesteps his foot, her reflexes superhuman, amplified by Kick. She walks stolidly, not hurrying, not loafing. "Run all you want, small man," she whispers, barely reaching five foot...

Her mind isn't a hotel hallway. This woman's mind is a dungeon, her vile memories locked away behind blood-burnished bars of cast-iron. These memories depict all of her murders with graphic imagery. She has murdered so many in the name of her sister, Shiba Shogun, the woman who died in the...