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Futuristic A Different Future (An actual Sci-fi rp)

Yeah I'm still here too but was waiting for a reply from someone, can't remember who. But if ya'll wanna restart I'd ask if we're starting with new, or the same characters @The Jackal ))
 
Annabella said:
I can restart tomorrow, Bon Bon! I have school in the morning at home and will post every so often.
This is a good idea and I'm glad we're doing it.
Did you want to restart with a new, or same character @Annabella
 
|Croan Patran|


Croan shifted slightly from where she was perched upon a ledge which overlooked the city, her eyes adjusting to the darkness which shrouded the area in its mysterious appearance. There had to be someone around as she had been assigned to keep surveillance over this specific location due to 'rising tension', she was not illiterate and it did not take many to figure out that something had happened within the gangs recently to cause the Diamond Devils to be concerned, something big. One hand clutched the gun which lay dormant in her lap on instinct, she had always been quick to draw her weapon due to past mistakes which involved a firearm drawn directly to her head as a result of misplaced trust. It was simply a precaution.


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Reaper


Reaper was inside one of the tall buildings in the city, he was hosting a memorial party where all the rich people were invited, Reaper took a look around, greeting people that came in, he then grabbed a glass of champagne from a plate that a man was walking with, Reaper walked over to the window and then took a look outside at the city, he took a sip of his drink and then sighed to himself as he quietly said "This city has gone to shit." Reaper then continued to sip his drink as he looked out of the window.
 
Ace was in sitting at his desk cleaning his sniper rifle and listening to the radio. Ace used the old vacant shop as a hideout and stored his safe and armor suit in the building. He was the Diamond Devil's new member and hit-man and had not been assigned any jobs yet. After he finished cleaning his rifle, Ace got out of his chair and hung the rifle on the weapons rack in the corner next to where he hung his armor suit.
 
|Croan Patran|


Croan sighed in grudging resignation, leaning back on her heels before maneuvering into the duffle bag she had brought along with her and clutching the familiar hardened edges of her phone. She slid it out of the opening before glancing downwards at the only message she had received from the boss:


Unknown
them
Watch the area. Kill anyone who looks suspicious.



That happened to be the conflict Croan was having, no one appeared suspicious.
 
...Arachne had just fired her long range, high calber, silinced, multi-optics rifle which sent a bullet half a mile out, through a window, into a skull, and then lodged itself in a wall leaving a hole in the wallpaper, next to a homely floral landscape painting. She stood up and held the gun vertical against her body. She was standing on a rooftop of a building a few stories shorter than the one she shot through. She walked across the rooftop that was covered in loose rocks. Her boots crunched along the roof as she reached the fire escape ladder, with gun barrel still smoking she brought the rifle's sling across one shoulder and hung it against her body as she made her way down the ladder. Soon after she got on her motorcycle and road off into the city...
 
(Noticed didn't alert me ;- ;)


Darius stared down at the large rail gun lying on the small metal table, his welder lying next to it as well as a few other bits and peices that he had collected in order to make the rail gun fire like it used to, he had found the gun in a gun store and was told that it was working to its fullest but as usual the shop owner lied to him. Number one on his priority list is to go back to that shop and kill the owner before burning the shop down.
 




°Luna°









What the actual fuck? Luna stared, stared, and stared some more. The body upon the floor was failing to disappear, time was certainly not reversing, and Luna was not happy whatsoever. She had arrived just in time to see a bullet lodge itself into the ghastly floral wallpaper and the man slump forward before ultimately falling to the hideously paired beige carpeting. She had not had a target in weeks and the first one she fucking gets is taken by some unknown Batman motherfucker who utilized a sniper rifle. A sniper rifle. Pathetic, tasteless, disappointing. Luna slid her gun from its holster and lodged 4 more bullets into the man's brain before taking her leave. This was just fucking great.


 
ClassyBunny said:
(;_; thought yall died)
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