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Post by doc on Dec 18, 2020 7:05:21 GMT -5
Charlotte noticed that there were other radios positioned around the bar. The placement was new and concealed, but listening for it drew your attention.
Hunter saw three men at a completely different table. They were reaching under the table and donning masks.
Orton was about to respond to Alex when an ear piercing shriek cut through the ambient noise of the nightclub. Hunter and Charlotte were even more effected with their exceptional hearing (-3 to bonuses, while everyone else is -1). The radios crackled with the same voice as the airfield attack today.
"I know someone is trying to hunt me down. Don't you understand, I am not a man - I AM THE VOICE!" He cackled.
The men holding the hapless Powell Employee were just as deafened, but were trying to pick up their prey and drag him out of the club.
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Post by dakota on Dec 20, 2020 4:42:33 GMT -5
“Watch them.” Alex said as the table full started to move, his tone a bit more assertive than he had been all evening. Ducking away for a moment, he slipped into the coat check long enough to pull off his coat and slip on his mask. He wished there had been a way to bring his new gauntlets as well, but this was enough to make an first impression.
He first outing in costume, and only part at that, Alex looked at Orton , “Watch for runners, I’ll explain later.” He said as he began to draw attention in his bright red and white. The table full holding Powell’s man were in his sights as he charged and dove at the group with his arms spread wide, full intent on tackling as many of them through the wall as he could.
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Post by yendorj on Dec 23, 2020 17:11:27 GMT -5
H0kAJETe1d20+4 "Gentlemen," says Hunter to the three masked men as he fires his rifle one handed ricocheting the shot into the one in the middle.
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Post by Mierin on Jan 12, 2021 22:47:04 GMT -5
Charlotte claps her hands over her ears and winces at the ear piercing shriek. She watches for signs of runners. She couldn't help but wonder if this Voice person was nearby and planning to make their escape in all the confusion. Charlotte also looks for a place to change, if need be.
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Post by doc on Jan 14, 2021 7:20:17 GMT -5
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Alex managed to tackle all four of the goons holding the Powell employee against the wall, cracking the plaster.
"Who the heck is this clown?"
"Little late for the circus, buddy!"
"Get offa me!"
"Heck with you!" The last one managed to fire a round from his pistol at Alex's shoulder; the bullet bounced off, finding a place in the ceiling.
The masked men were similarly surprised by the Hunter's shot, but they kept their wits about them. "Yeah, who's talking? A dead man?"
Charlotte could see the man from Powell trying to crawl away under the tables towards the front door. Two other things also came to her attention at the same time.
The first was that the kitchen was empty again.
The second was that Orton had seemingly disappeared.
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Post by yendorj on Jan 18, 2021 8:29:49 GMT -5
"I have nine more rounds and that little display of marksmanship shows my skill. Do you two really want to chance taking a rifle round like your associate? Yes, one of you could shoot me, but the other will definitely be dead."
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Post by Mierin on Jan 23, 2021 16:31:25 GMT -5
Charlotte frowns when she realizes that Orton had appeared to have disappeared. Where in the world did he go? Charlotte wonders. Activating her see the invisibility ability, Charlotte looks to see if she can find Orton. She also creates a fog cover around the area, obscuring the view to the front door. Hopefully this will make it for Orton or Powell's employee to get out Charlotte thinks to herself.
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Post by dakota on Jan 25, 2021 0:15:25 GMT -5
Though he flinched a bit as the shot was fired, Alex grinned as it skipped off his shoulder and embedded somewhere in the ceiling. “Circus? You boys wish it was so simple. Not really clown, but you might have heard of me before. The name’s Tank. Let me press that into your memories.”
He took a step forward, pressing the foursome against the wall a bit harder. “Anyone care to tell me what you were up to with the little guy, or do I have to squeeze a little more to get that information?”
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Post by doc on Jan 26, 2021 6:58:27 GMT -5
The three men facing the Hunter take a moment to compose themselves.
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Even the one who had been shot seemed to recover their nerves as they drew pistols on the Hunter. "You'll be dead though." The leader said. "That's the difference - you're one, we are a Legion. We have a cause. What do you have?"
"We won't ask for your name again - you'll be in an unmarked grave." The other uninjured goon responded as a fog seemed to fill the nightclub.
All three fired.
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"We're working for the Voice! Our next target is Powell!" One of Tank's victims shouted as the pressure increased.
"Shut up!"
"Stop squealing!"
"I got this!" One more goon put his gun under Alex's jaw. "You might have some fancy new body armor, but let's see if it'll protect your neck!" He pressed the barrel against his Adam's apple and pulled the trigger. You could feel the pressure as it rebounded off you. The pistol jerked away as the recoil shattered the goon's wrist. He screamed.
Charlotte's power fills the whole room. When she begins to look for the unseen, she doesn't find anything out of the ordinary...except for the outline of a disembodied head. The face is looking towards you and it starts to make out words without sound, before disappearing.
It was then you notice the crash of tables.
A figure was standing amidst the wreckage, having come down from the ceiling. The man was slender, but the frame underneath the midnight blue bodysuit was wiry. He had a long cape of the same shade, and the full cowl obscured every feature save the brown eyes she had seen earlier. It was Orton...or whatever his real name was. A million questions began to ring through her reporter's mind, but only one had an answer.
The Powell employee looked up at the dark clad man. "Who are you?"
"A Concerned Citizen. You need to talk."
Before a response could be heard, the doors to the club shattered open, knocking the Concerned Citizen and the Powell employee away.
It was hard to tell what entered after the shockwave rolled over you. It was probably a man - you could make out a head, covered by helmet and goggles, and a pair of heavy boots crunching the broken glass and wood on the floor. The rest of the form, from the bottom of the nose to the mid-thigh, was encased in a giant boxy contraption a heavy metal frame containing the familiar workings of radio speakers, but at a scale and configuration you had never seen before.
"I WOULD LIKE A FEW WORDS."
The club patrons had scattered - many were hiding out in the restrooms or behind the bar, but the kitchen had remained empty. You could see the bar owner - Jill - was trying to peer through the fog.
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Post by yendorj on Jan 30, 2021 23:37:38 GMT -5
"And you were cast out into a herd of pigs only to drown yourselves in a lake."
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Post by dakota on Feb 2, 2021 6:10:01 GMT -5
Alex flinched slightly as the gun went off, then looked at the shooter and his eyes narrowed, “Hey! I almost bit my tongue you jerk!
Releasing his squeeze on the men, he grabbed the shooter by the front of his shirt and lifted him off the floor, “ The rest of you sit down or you’ll be next! I don’t need all of you to talk.” He warned as he focused on the shooter, “You know why the papers called me the Savage Tank?” He asked rhetorically, before grabbing the shooter by the waistband with his other hand, and then slinging him at the nearest window as hard as he could. He did not even bother to wait for a result before turning back to the others and smiling, “Who’s next?” He then flinched again as the doors blew open.
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Post by Mierin on Feb 7, 2021 22:57:56 GMT -5
Charlotte blinks. Is.. is that Orton?? Out loud, she asks, "You're the Voice, I presume. I'm Charlotte Davidson with WKCR. Would you like to give a statement?"
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Post by doc on Feb 8, 2021 12:59:48 GMT -5
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The gunmen were able to duck behind the tables to cover. The Hunter could hear them reloading their weapons, getting ready to fire.
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Alex couldn't hear what happened to the goon he tossed over the Voice's entrance. But he could hear "Orton" speaking behind him. Alex could see now he was in some kind of costume not unlike his own. "We must find...Powell man."
Charlotte couldn't see a change in expression on what she could make out of the Voice's face, but the tone came out clearly in the speakers. "Send a message, yes! That America should stay out of this war! That no lives should be shed for Decrepit Europe or Bolshevik Russia! Will you send that message to Roosevelt?"1d20·1d20+1·1d20+1
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Post by yendorj on Feb 13, 2021 6:10:21 GMT -5
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Post by dakota on Feb 21, 2021 6:01:13 GMT -5
“Powell’s man? He was here a minute ago.” Tank replied, then turned his attention to the new arrival. “The hostess has been watching from the kitchen so she should have seen where he went. I’ll make you a distraction. Gonna see a man about a noise complaint.”
It was then he heard Charlotte identify herself as a reporter, and immediately his mimd scrambled to justify bringing a reporter along. Hoping he would be able to talk her into not revealing his secrets, he did a poor job masking his voice, “Hey! Loudmouth! You don’t really think your blabbering on is gonna do you any good, do you? Here, I got a message for you to send back to Hitler.” He picked up a table and threw it at The Voice.
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