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Post by dakota on Jun 6, 2005 4:10:27 GMT -5
" Quit showing off." The voice replied flatly. " I just wanted you to make sure you caught the big finsh. Oh, look at the time."
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 6, 2005 7:00:52 GMT -5
*William turns to look at where the voice is coming from, trtying to eye the tell-tale shimmering. (I don't have my books on me, but I'm wondering if I missed some special vision thing.  ) And, he says in a bored voice* "Wow. I get to see a crappy spy do a crappy job at being a supervillain. I've seen frontline no-powered grunts inspire greater fear in their enemies. I mean, really. Who knows you're going to do this? You, me, the kid and Khris. Really. 4 people. But hey, you want some hackneyed no-name terrorist weirdos to do this, and take a hit to your pride, that's fine. I can keep your little secret. The world'll blame terrorists, and nothing will change. Which is fine. I'm too old for change, Mara." (Tag) (OOC: What he's hoping for is that the Khris name-dropping'll get her moving, and he watches for her while he rambles.) |
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Post by shiivster on Jun 6, 2005 17:56:46 GMT -5
*takes various shortcuts .. and then comes to a stop near the end of the alley she entered the first time and thinks ...o0( you want me out of the way huh? .. right .. and who watches your back?)
*arms the slingshot once again .. and then peers into the alley and tries to spot the light-warp and will fire once spotted .. this time the marble will be charged.
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[[ 00c - uhh .. lost the disk with the char on it .. resend to me .. please? .. thanks ]]
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Post by dakota on Jun 7, 2005 4:20:30 GMT -5
" Khris? He was nothing but bait." She laughed from her vantage point hidden amongst the alley's shadows. " You still haven't figured it out have you. I was never here for him, he's just a bonus. Oh look, my ride is here. Ta ta."
From her vantage point, Sparks can see a guy in a steel colored suit appear atop one of the fire escapes behind Silverfire, and the familiar blur of Mara's movement on the wall above it hops down towards him. Behind both of them, the wall seems to have a strange, almost glowing look to it.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 7, 2005 7:01:25 GMT -5
*In one of those crazy moments of instinct, the flame of William himself became a blurr as he dashed for the light, at the same time, focusing to ignite as much fire into the light (blow-torch hands) as humanly possible. All this is done worldessly, as only fools talk in battle when they don't need to.*
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Post by shiivster on Jun 7, 2005 18:07:26 GMT -5
*hoping that the marble would reach the target first, aims and then lowers it after the shot goes off.
'aw crud' .. *seeing that Silverfire has taken to the air at the same time .. then watches the sizzling marble fly upwards in a tiny glowing ball of light .. then realizes that the target moved and that its aimed at the man in the copper colored suit instead
'uhoh .. thats gonna hurt .. hope he's not gonna be mad at me .. at least .. '
[*rolling strike and damage now - strike - 18+3+1 - damage 7 on 2d6*)
*watches the marble explode in a flash of light and a minor shudder from the explosion that follows .. 'hope he dont hit the ground hard ... '
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Post by dakota on Jun 9, 2005 15:04:32 GMT -5
To Spark's surprise, the steel garbed figure is still standing there as the cloud of ruptured glass dissipated. The shimmering glow of the wall flickered and dissipated as Mara's blur disappeared through it. The steely figure looked down at Sparks, brushing off his cheat and completely ignoring Silverfire's actions despite being bathed in his flame ausault. His only response to the fire blast was a smirk as he tapped his wrist, as if to note the time.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 9, 2005 16:09:11 GMT -5
*Realising his attack isn't having any real effect, William stops, flips the bird, waves good day to Sparks and flies away from everything at a rather casual pace, though still trying to evade the news copters, and stuff.* "Worse. Vacation. Ever." *He mumbles on his way.*
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Post by dakota on Jun 9, 2005 17:09:06 GMT -5
[Sparks]
The steely figure leapt down from his high perch, his landing somehow manipulated as he slowed to land gently. He folds his arms, he stares at her oddly as she can know see his metallic sheen is not from his outfit, but his body itself. As he spoke, his speech was difficult to understand because of his slavic accent. " You attack me for no reason, and friend deserts you. " He shakes his head." I'll never understand this country. It is a good thing I have followed my instructions, I would hate to have to ... deal with you " . He turns to walk away from the chaos of the park.
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As he passes over the masses, a slight glimmer fading grabs his attention near the press assembly. Before he could take a closer inspection, it faded, but he was sure it came from one of the news trucks.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 9, 2005 17:37:02 GMT -5
*shrugs. If it was a news truck, then it'll be on the news. he thinks. And off he goes to his hotel room, to pack up and head North where the only people that boss him around actually respect him for his job... and to work at ID-ing Mara.*
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Post by dakota on Jun 9, 2005 20:38:57 GMT -5
[Sparks]
The steel covering the guy's body fades as he reverts to his normal form as he walks away. Then the ground trembles and the sounds of explosions rip through the air behind her. Instinctivly, she looks at her watch. 4PM.
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As he gathered his things, William turned on the television. The CNN anchorman was updating the events that had unfolded so far when they went to a breaking story about explosions. The camera shots showed several vechiles blown to bits as it panned, but it wasn't the images that got his attention. The reporter doing the voiceover live from the park was unmistakable despite what name was being given credit. Mara.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jun 9, 2005 20:53:34 GMT -5
*As he continues packing, he picks up his phone, and dials a local SCRET Office.* "This is William Black. SCRET OPerative via DnD Canada. Operation Code 45Alpha32. Yes, it's an old code. I just don't get updated. Look. On CNN' there's a reported by the name of Alexandra Tavish. (OOC: Or whatever). Has a British accent. She is a British Ex-Op by the name of Mara, from a revisiting of the old Shroud... you getting all this? Of the old Shroud project. Look back to the 50's and 60's for the file... Yes... I'm that Silvefire. Now, she's responsible for the recent events at Miami. Yes, I'll swear a statement to that effect. You can reach me via DnD Canada, Special Services Division. Thank-you." *He rolls his eyes as he packs, wondering what hiring practices they must use aroun here, and changes the channel to TBS, where the new of that upstart idiot Mara isn't being blasted about.*
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Post by shiivster on Jun 9, 2005 23:39:02 GMT -5
*flinches from the blasts with a muffled 'holy shiii ... *then takes off down the alley and brushes past the figure of the man going by 'sorry .. .. *then continues pumping for speed .. and skids to a stop at the end of the alley before moving off down the street and away from the park
'this is too much .. time to head to ground and stay hidden for about a week if everythings cool i'll be in the clear
*then moves off going this way and that in case of being followed, and then finally arrives in the really seedy area of the city, and rolls down another back alley and between two big dumpsters to bend and take the grating off the entrance to her bolthole and vanishes from view
...o0( man i hope no one saw, but there's more than one way out of here in case )
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Post by dakota on Jun 10, 2005 15:34:37 GMT -5
[Silverfire]
The desk jockey on the other end took the information, if very slowly, making him repeat things unnecessarily, and didn't seem overly worried about the content of the message. It almost seemed like she was stalling.
The breaking news is quickly replaced by an old John Wayne western, the the effects of the chaos can still be heard from passersby in the hallway. He catches bits and pieces of different conversations. Freaks.... explosion... mayor... mutants... bits and pieces that don't quite match up.
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Everyone seems too caught up in the events unfolding or their own affairs to notice a kid on rollerblades. A pair of teens see recognized as more members of the Brethren tried to flag her down without any sucess. As she pulled the grate shut behind her, she could hear their voices from the alley. " I know she went down this way."
"So then where is she?"
" How should I know?"
" We better find her or Denial's gonna flip. Try down that way."
The pair moved off.
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Post by shiivster on Jun 11, 2005 18:36:23 GMT -5
*imensely glad that the grate is the type that self adheres due to the putty she's put on it, hopes that its lined up as she squats near the entrance and watches with large eyes trying to ID the voices.
*thinks to herself ...o0( now what the heck do they want with me? .. i haven't stepped on their turf .. this is free and clear last i heard .. i hope .. denial? .. whats that one have to do with me .. oh god )
*then edges closer to the shadows and lets the darkblack skin meld with the shadows and the hat bill cover the glint off the eyes, and waits
...o0( man .. the human firebug left me high and dry .. well he can go to .. ) *then blinks as stays still as the footsteps get closer to the bolt hold cover and then trades the blades for the sneakers and gets ready to bolt
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) And, he says in a bored voice* "Wow. I get to see a crappy spy do a crappy job at being a supervillain. I've seen frontline no-powered grunts inspire greater fear in their enemies. I mean, really. Who knows you're going to do this? You, me, the kid and Khris. Really. 4 people. But hey, you want some hackneyed no-name terrorist weirdos to do this, and take a hit to your pride, that's fine. I can keep your little secret. The world'll blame terrorists, and nothing will change. Which is fine. I'm too old for change, Mara."
