Realistic or Modern Reapers Saviors

[EvilLaugh]

He would have smiled if he didn't think a few steps ahead. Standing up would take at least a second, Chinese Get Up Style that is, and then he would have to twist kick which took much less than a second. The impact would hurt, a lot, probably knocking him out: he was tired after all, and never could properly fight hand to hand, so he cheated.


He took a large step forward, dodging the kick entirely and walked, before ejecting the clips, slamming them on the quick reload belt he wore under his jacket before flipping the guns, aiming behind him and pulling the triggers with whatever finger he could use. The rest of his fingers held back the handle with his thumb on the top, or bottom now, of the clip while his pinkies fired. It would take another second for the boy to recover, and he was shooting tranquilizers now. He started to doubt the man's skill, then he turned around, only stopping for a fraction of a second before backing away, bullets still flying.


(For the hand position, imagine an upside down gun and the hand doing a rock on sign, pull the pointing finger back into the fist, push the pinky against the trigger, hold down the magazine with the thumb and push the front of the grip, or the front strap right below the trigger, against the front of the fist. With a hair trigger, it is possible. Just tried it out.)

 

[Gh0st]

Daniel's plan was following right into motion. As Vyncent dodged his kick, Daniel moved back while ducking under the line of fire. After all, it was easy to dodge the tranquilizers when Vyncent was looking to aim. Now pinned against the wall Daniel grabbed his weapon which had been throw across from him and behind Vyncent.


By the time Vyncent turned around, surely thinking Daniel would've fallen victim to the tranquilizers, He had pushed himself against the wall and was flying right towards Vyncent. Using the blunt side of his sword to avoid a kill as he took numerous bullets, Daniel swung the sword smacking Daniel accross the head.

 

[ModernRanger]

Dimitrius suddenly flew forward, grabbing Daniel mid air he threw him back to the other side of the room. Standing between the two of them Dimitrius said. "The Saviors are not alone in their mission and neither are the Reapers. Always be on the look out for another Reaper aiming to guarantee you lose the fight. Everyone has their advantages. For example, Vycent here, he is best friends with the dark." Suddenly drawing his own sword, Dimitrius threw it upwards where it collided with the lights and sent them sparking out and darkening the entire room. The only source of light coming from the occasional sparks of the broken lights.

 

[EvilLaugh]

The smack was loud, giving him a headache, but not as bad as it would have been if he actually did hit his head. His pistol was there raised to take the brunt of the blow as he reached up, hoping to use greater leverage to deny most of the blow, but he was drained. He would fall soon, he knew it, still it took less that a second to change the fire setting to full automatic and punch the barrel into the other man's chest. If he would fall, it would be a tie.


He pulled the trigger.


Even when he was weakened, he did the math. The bullets cleared more that 1000 m/s, rivaling some low power rifles, because of the pure genius of the energy saving qualities of the weapon. Recoil and even sound was eliminated to a large degree while the energy was used as even more stopping power. At point back range, it would never have left that man walking for hours. It would even draw blood, but not enough to kill, heavily injure most likely.


At least that was the plan.


Darkness reigned now, and in the silence, he was almost unbeatable. He holstered his pistols, glad that he did not have to place them in harms way. Sure they could take a ton of punishment before cracking, literally, but he just made them. They were brand new!


He pulled out his sniper rifle in a smooth motion, taking a pair of glasses from his coat and putting them on so he would see everything like the room was filled with daylight. He walked, almost mockingly, circling like Dimitrius did before tacking aim. He did not have any night vision capabilities on his pistol, which he regretted. He would have to use his rifle under a mile, which could kill if the impact was hard enough. The barrel did not extend, leaving it for the more close ranged distances of over 1000 meters, but still it could kill if he struck the torso.


He made a promise, he never broke those, ever.


The bullets were nonlethal but the impact could be, the propellant was set at training range, but that was still over 750 meters at closest. So he set his things up, a small contingency in the dark then he fired, but only at the extremities. The sound of a rifle firing was followed by the sound of the impact.

 

[Gh0st]

One of Daniel's leg fell and he kneeled on the ground in the dark his chest in extreme pain. However, he would not let it end like this. He had to start giving it his all. Using his sword as support, Daniel slowly stood and closed his eyes. If someone were to see his face, they would confuse him with a Reaper as his killing intent was unleashed. Anyone in the room would be able to feel the overwhelming pressure.


The word's of his master echoed inside Daniel's head. "To become a warrior, one must cut out his own heart. That is the way of the sword" he had told Daniel the day his training began. When he heard the rifle fire Daniel's hands moved at incredible speed, most of the bullets bouncing off his sword as he intercepted them. One, however, slammed against his shoulder. Clenching his teeth, Daniel acted quickly before his body gave up on him.


He threw his sword forward at Vyncent, the sword soared to the air and smacked against his stomach. Daniel dashed at Vyncent as his sword strikes his stomach. Moving several times faster then the previous time, he became a blur and appeared in front Vyncent. Daniel then threw a sharp, vertical kick. It flew upwards hitting Vyncent in the chin and throwing his head up. Daniel brought his foot down and fell on his knees, no longer capable of moving.

 

[EvilLaugh]

"The darkness if my friend for a reason." Vyncent said with a tired voice, his body resting against the improvised sandbag.


He pushed a button on his shooting gloves once more, eliciting a sound of a rifle firing from the front of the training dummy he used to aim from. He could not fight, not without risking the boy's death and so he flicked back the safety of his rifle and placed it beside him. The boy's tactic was sound. He waited for the only thing that would give him away and capitalized immediately. The attack was quick and relentless, aimed for a kill. The sword was a distraction, but a lethal one indeed, the following strikes were all kill shots, to break the jaw and let the victim bleed out if ever it landed.


Still, this was his area, his zone. He set up the dummy perfectly, and the sound of firing would be the perfect signal. If Daniel was paying attention, he would know that the rifle made no sound and he would have just roamed, trying to evade instead of waiting. Neither did the pistols, but in his rage he did not think. He did not recognize the ability to create a diversion, or the fact that he would be open. He attacked with his all, all or nothing and he gained the latter. Lastly, he forgot the question in itself and the last piece of advice.


Still he could pull the trigger, knocking the man out, but he would wait. Wait for the last signal. He did make a promise.

 

[ModernRanger]

"Stand down Vycent, thank you very much for your help. You are an excellent fight like always." He walked over to Daniel and taking his arm he put it around his shoulder and lifted him up. "You did well but no one beats a Savior or a Reaper easily. The point of this exercise is for you to know that you never stop learning while doing this job. You always have to be better then you were. Also you need to always remember the core mission of this program. We save the innocent. Now get some rest, in a day or two we will hold your initiation." He looked up at Claire as he carried Daniel towards his room. "May I have a word with you later Claire?"

 

[EvilLaugh]

Vyncent, tired as he was, politely did the same to Daniel's other arm, his own rifle weighing heavier on his back and his pistols returned to their holsters, safeties on. "You also forgot the most important part of the sentences. 'We'. If you asked anyone here, any other fellow Savior, myself included to help you, we would have. To walk alone is to be dead in itself, so even I get some form of backup form these guys." His tone was professional, distant, holding nothing of the fatigue he felt. Still the message was different from his delivery. "Yes, we have to save the innocent, yes we have to adapt, yes we need to ask for help, and yes we need to learn. We are Saviors, and our task is to help the innocent and the helpless. But we'll be hard pressed to do so if we can't help ourselves."

 

[Gh0st]

Daniel clenched his jaw tight as he was lifted up by Dimitrius. He hadn't noticed the fact that the guns didn't make sound when they did and the fact that when the sword landed on the snadbag it made a sound different from a human's body. Still, as he was carried away a small smile was spread out on Daniel's face. He couldn't even remember the last time he smiled, nor the last time he had been defeated.


"Thank you, Vyncent" Daniel said as they carried him out of the room. Not being able to move, his sword was left on the training room's floor. Daniel made sure to listen to every word Vyncent told him, he knew I'd be important later on. He came to realize his sword was gone as he was laid on the bed of his new bedroom. However, he was too beaten to do anything about it. Even at this state, Daniel couldn't make himself sleep. He was excited, the need to duel Vyncent keeping him wide awake.

 

[EvilLaugh]

"That guy." Vyncent said with a sigh as he finally getting to his own bed. Demi said nothing about him, so he assumed it was a private matter. He was too tired to listen in with his bugs anyway. He checked each weapon once before placing all of them on his work table. The man he fought was a melee fighter, a very difficult match indeed. A battle of two extremes if one would say so. The balance that had to be maintained just so that his opponent would not lose was difficult, only further compounded by his tired state. He needed to sleep.


It took almost no time at all to get a shower, change into fresh clothes and hit the bed. Many things happened since the last time he slept. He had finished his heavy rifle and heavy pistol, now all he needed was the good old multipurpose melee weapon and he was all set. Another Reaper kill was accomplished, the last time he used his old sniper before he decided to take it apart and assemble his new one, it served him well. A new member showed up, very rare, and he even got to duel him, alone, well Demi did help a bit. The highlight though was the trip to the orphanage. To see people so poor so happy was a blessing in itself.


So with the last thought, he fell asleep.

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

"Thank you, now you seem like a busy man so I'll get right to the point." Discreetly reaching into her pocket and turning on a voice recorder as she spoke, quickly withdrawing her hand from her pocket, taking a small piece of paper with it to avoid raising suspicion "Now, Do you know anything about a group called the Reapers?" Smiling as she spoke, looking the man over to judge his reaction, "Oh and my name is Cecilia Redwood by the way" Extending her hand out to the man for a handshake as she introduced herself, albeit under a fake name.

 

[Bryant]

Damien showed no reaction or emotion at all when she brought up the reapers. He rarely ever showed emotion to begin with. He shook her hand for a brief second, knowing his hand was quite warm to the touch "Kyle Darrell" he introduced himself. "All I know of them are rumors" he said, "I've heard everything from them being super powered humans to average joes just hellbent on getting money somehow. I know they kill for no apparent reason except to cause chaos. I don't know of anyone who's ever seen a real reaper though, so there's not much I can say. I figure all those who have met one or tried to meet one are probably dead." The last sentence was more of a threat. He had noticed the girl reach into her pocket, which was always suspicious in this city. He also knew that if she were innocently asking questions for a school project or something, she wouldn't take the last sentence so seriously. But if she were trying to spy, she would understand quite clearly what it meant.

 

[Gh0st]

Laying in bed, his body aching all over, Daniel stared up at the ceiling his mind racing. It had been an extraordinary duel one he'd surely always remember. The people here were simply incredible and now he had no doubts that in time they would save this city from these Reapers. Slowly, sleep began taking over Daniel. His eyes closing and snapping wide open as he tried to stay awake. However, the need to rest was to great and he fell into a deep sleep.

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

"Well, sorry for wasting your time then." She was disappointed by his reaction, but not entirely surprised, figuring if he was a member of some secret cult of assassins he wouldn't have particularly lose lips. She quickly jotted down the number she used to contact clients on the piece of paper she had withdrawn earlier "Here's my number, call me if you hear anything interesting." Handing it to the man with a friendly smile, she begun to continue on her way before the man could object "Oh and thank you for your time Mr. Darrel, I've actually learned a few things today!" Calling back as she faded in to the crowd. As soon as she was sure she was out of sight she turned off into the nearest alley and began to scale the nearest building, thinking to herself as she climbed 'He seems innocent enough.. But this is the only lead I have, if nothing else he was far too warm for this weather.' Quickly finding a spot she wouldn't be noticed she began to watch 'Kyle' from afar, hoping to pick up another less experienced trail if she watched him long enough, after all that brown haired girl did seem a bit too comfortable around him for a stranger with all the rumors about the Reapers floating about.

 

[PKCV2]

Ash quietly observed the newcomer, eyes roaming her entire body, small build...that seemed like every female had that kind of build, Ash herself had one...why? Did some god favor men so it decided to grace the women with petite builds? Wait...was Ash a feminist? Why couldn't men get petite builds? Why couldn't they get the curves?


She easily lost track of reality as the thoughts started flowing in, this was something she was no stranger to but it proved to be a liability at times. Physically and mentally shaking her head, Ash had caught onto the girl's question of Reapers.


Shit. Is she a Savior?


Her right hand buried itself into her jacket's pocket, keeping the tips of her fingers on the holes of her brass knuckles, ready to slip them on if anything happened. Unexpectedly, her fellow Reaper answered rationally, keeping his affiliation a secret.


Keeping the friendly vibe, the girl supplied him with her number and disappeared into the wave of city-dwellers. Sighing in relief, Ash stepped over to the Reaper, hands leaving the brass alone, and peeked around his arm, trying to look at the phone number.


"She seems nice...should call her up...have a smoke...or coffee. You know, if you're into that sort of thing."

 

[Bryant]

Damien simply crumbled the piece of paper in his hand and tossed it on the ground. He knew her type all too well. Her type was the type that betrayed him, and put saviors on his scent who would then come after him and try to shoot him but would be too amateur to aim correctly and would hit the ones he loved most....no, he mustn't think about that night right now.


"She was a spy of some sort," he said to Ash in a low voice. "Not my type anyway." he joked as best he could in response to her joke, though he was never good at such banter. "When approached by people like her, you must always remember to show no reactions and speak vaguely. No details. Only 'rumors' you've heard, just like she has. Never avoid them, always answer them. Avoidance is basically admittance to them." It was obvious this woman wasn't the first run-in he'd had.

 

[PKCV2]

Ash's gaze dropped downwards as the slip of paper was crumpled and thrown to the side, wondering if she hit a nerve. Studying the man's face, he seemed to be thinking about something, but just as quickly as the look appeared, it was gone.


"Not my type anyway."


Her face lightened a bit, a hint of a smile on her lips. He then went on a tangent, rambling on about what to do if she ever ran into a 'spy' like the woman. Throughout the lecture, she half-listened, rolling her eyes every so often. This felt like something she wouldn't have to worry about for some time because of the personality she kept up, nobody would suspect she was a Reaper...until she racked up the kills and lost her soul.


Ash took position to the man's side again.


"Alright then. Want to find her? Pay her a visit? Maybe we could spy on her? Fight fire with fire. You think she's trouble? She didn't look that dangerous? Wait...what if she's a Savior? You got anything in mind? Some way to make the day go by?"


Her annoying, rapid-fire way of talking was seeping out, something that she tended to do when excited.