After Mike began to mock the vigilante and Akira scared her out of her wits, now it was Blaze's turn to do something about the girl. He usually would've scorched the girl right there but something stopped him, there was something that made him feel connected to her in some way. Then the girl spoke "our father, you killed our father..." And she fell unconscious. "Freeze her to the wall again. just by her wrists and ankles though, only enough to restrain her long enough for us to get to this Fontane character without worry of her trying to pursue us again." He then turned away from the wall and began to drift into a deep thought. our father? Is she another child of insidious? No, she's not ugly enough to be an Inafune... But she did say... Bah, probably just the nonsensical ramblings of someone in traumatic shock.
(All you need to know about Aquos is that she's a vigilante and that her personality is conflicted between compassion and cockyness)

Akira and Blaze had already turned around and were moving away from the scene slowly. Jensen remained at the wall for a few seconds and stared at the girl. He never saw her as much of a threat and couldn't help but feel shame for how the situation was handled.

"Don't you think that was a little over the top?", he asked as he turned around and started walking next to the others. "We could have just zapped her with the darts and been done with it." The others didn't seem to think any further about what had just happened, but it did bother Jensen, although he realised that there was nothing he could do about it now. "Atleast she wont be following us again. Anyway, let's get to the place, it's just a few minutes from here."

The three made their way out of the parking lot and continued walking down the main street. Jensen kept turning around and got the feeling he was being followed (EpicGhostKilla), although he kept dismissing the idea and thought he was just on edge about all the recent course of events. After walking a few blocks the arived outside an abandoned factory. The building was maybe 4 stories tall and the entire area was sealed of with walls and barbed wired fences going all the way to the street. There was a small door leading into the courtryard of the factory, guarded by two men in gray suits.

"This is the place", Jensen said. "Let's go."

As they aproached the entrence they quickly noticed that they weren't welcome.

"Woah, hold it right there! Who the f*ck are you assholes?", said the guard to the left. He was much bigger than his partner and the three strangers, and therefore felt quite confident in himself.
"You got no buisness here punks, unless you wanna deal with me", he said and showed them the gun under his suit.
"I'm here to see Fontane", Jensen responded.
"Yeah, well you'll have to make an appointment, we don't do drop-ins", he said in a condescending manor.

After everything that had happened in the last days, Jensen didn't have much patience left. He rubbed his eyes and replied:

"I'm an old friend of Fontane, so please move. Don't make this more difficult than it has to be."
"I really don't give two fucks about what..." The big guard was uanable to finish his sentence. He was instead twitching on the ground after being shot in the neck by Jensen's stun dart.
"He'll be fine, Jensen said reasuringly to the smaller guard who stood and watched on the side, too scared to pull his gun. "Now can you please open the door? We're here for a meeting."

The guard remained frozen for a few seconds while thinking about what he was going to do.
"Fine, go ahead", he said and opened the door, "but if you're just full of b*llshit you're gonna regret it very soon."

The three got inside the courtyard and walked towards the main entrence of the building. Jensen was feeling good about himself after what he just pulled, but he tried to not let it get to his head. He needed to keep his head cool for what was going to happen next.
"When we get in there I'll do the talking, you got any questions you ask them now."

I have been really busy lately and haven't had time to continue this, but just asking: Are you guys still interested in this? I guess you don't have alot of free time either?

I will continue the story in the weekend and very soon the plot will take a new turn. (We will be getting a mission to assasinate the mayor of Tontra as he is holding a speech at a gala outside town, and at the same time steal a valuable artifact. How that happens will of course be up to each indivudual)

Just so you know guys, despite how this RP goes, I plan to write a full size novel about this story and it's characters

Edit: After watching alot of Batman lately, I realised that this story feels and plays out exactly the same way a comic book does. If I had the drawing skills I would definitely turn this into a comic. Tontra even reminds me alot of Gothman city when I think about it. But this is a good thing of course

Mad Mike wrote:
After watching alot of Batman lately, I realised that this story feels and plays out exactly the same way a comic book does. If I had the drawing skills I would definitely turn this into a comic. Tontra even reminds me alot of Gotman city when I think about it. But this is a good thing of course

I completely agree. Also I would love to make a comic series but I can't draw either, I might try anyway though, I already have an idea of an art style that would go well with my horrible artistic skills. I'm thinking of an art style that's like a mix of an anime and a newspaper comic strip.

(I'm still interested, don't worry. I just didn't have any questions )

(Sorry for taking so long to write this guys, but since it ended up being 2 and 1/2 pages you might understand why I promise that the story will turn more into an RP and less into a novel very soon though.)

The door wasn't closed, they walked inside into an small empty room with worn out floorboards and walls. The factory had been abandoned for a long time and it showed, but it's sealed off location made it the perfect hideout. Jensen walked through an open doorway to the left which lead to the old assembly room, Akira and Blaze followed close behind. This room was much more open, the ceiling went all the way to the top and most of the assembly lines appeared to be intact and still in use. They were being used to transport metal boxes.

"Probably full of weapons", Jensen whispered to himself.

His attention turned over to the four men in suits at the far side of the room. They didn't seem to notice that they had visitors, since they were busy unloading the boxes which did in fact contain state of the art weaponry and equipment, like Jensen had guessed.

”Hey Tommy, were'd the boss get his hands on these anyway? Not even the military has sh*t that pack as much punch as these things”, one of them asked.
”I heard our guys busted them out from some sort corporate lab or something last night during the riots. They haven't even hit the market yet, probably still in prototypes.”
“Well why can't the boss find someone else to do this heavy lifting crap though, my back's killing me”, another one of them replied.

Jensen walked closer to draw their attention, and the closer he got the more he realized that he had no idea how these men were going to react to three complete strangers sneaking up on them in their hideout. He decided to call out to them and explain his business there. But before he got the chance they were spotted by two other men who entered the assembly room from the small room now behind them.

”Who the hell are you!”, one of them yelled in surprise. The one's who were unloading the boxes now turned around and became aware of the strangers, as they all drew their weapons and surrounded Jensen, Akira and Blaze.

“Be cool guys, no need to get your pants on fire”, Jensen said to his two accomplices, as he was more worried that they were going to do something stupid than he was worried about the people surrounding him. He raised his hands to shoulder height. “Listen, sorry we didn't make an appointment but we're just here to talk to your boss.”

The men kept their guns raised and remained silent for a few long seconds, until one that had showed up at the entrance decided to be a little more helpful to the situation. He appeared to be older than the others and also stood out by being moderately obsessed.

“What's your name wise guy?”, he asked.
“Just tell him Mike Andersson wants to talk to him.” Jensen hadn't used his real name in a long time. He didn't feel completely comfortable revealing it to Blaze and Akira, but it was necessary at the moment.

The fat man took out a walkie-talkie from his pocket and appeared to be speaking directly to Fontane.

“Hey boss, there's a Mike Andersson here who wants to talk to you. Should we take care of him?” The man didn't get an answer immediately and started thinking he hadn't heard him. “Boss? What do we do?”
“Send him in”, a calm voice responded over the radio.

The trio were escorted to the top floor and taken into what appeared to be a well decorated office. The Italian carpet, the antique desk and the fancy liquor cabinet made a high contrast compared to the rest of the factory, which almost looked like it was about to fall apart. There was a man standing by the cabinet, pouring a drink for himself.

“I knew you'd show up here eventually”, the man said relaxed. He was wearing a striped gray suit with suspenders and a matching fedora hat. And although he was roughly the same age as Jensen he did look slightly older, like he was in his mid-forties. “You know there's a juicy bounty on your head, what makes you think I wont just shoot you right now and hand you over?”
“Because you were never a sellout, Mark”, Jensen answered as he put his hands in his pockets. “I remember that much.”
“Yeah you're right, and I had a sense of integrity too.”, Fontane said provocatively and turned away from the cabinet with his drink,. He then signaled the guard to leave the room and moved to the front of his desk to lean on it. “You know you've got a lot of nerve Mike,” Fontane continued. “You get a little money and what's the first thing you do? You go join the f*cking polo-club like some big shot, and all of a sudden your too good to be seen with low-lives like us...”

Jensen wanted to retort and defend himself, but he couldn't find the words, because he knew that there was truth in what Fontane said, and he had thought about it many times before. Instead all he could do was look down and allow him to continue.

“If you wanted to settle down, live free of crime, that's one thing, I could have respected that. But that's not what it was about, you sold out and you know it. You made deals with the devil, hung out with corporate snobs who don't give a sh*t about anyone than themselves. And did you think even for once think that maybe you should have use some of that power and fortune to help the people on the streets, were you grew yup? Nobody's seen you in 13 f*cking years man!”

Fontane found himself yelling through the end of his speech. He took a large sip of his drink to calm his nerve before he continued.

“But look were it got you. All that money you had, gone, and without it all those monopoly-man friends of yours couldn't care less about the sh*t you're in now. So instead you go to your old pal...”
“Are you done yet?”, Jensen asked as he got tired of being lectured. “I know I was an as*, I know I f*cked up. But I didn't come here so we could go shot pool like the good old days, I came here to do business. Now will you help me or not?”
“Why should I help you? I don't know you anymore, for all I know you really did kill her!”
“Say that again”, Jensen said as he stepped closer to Fontane and looked him in the eyes. “Don't say dumb sh*t like that if you don't mean it. You know how much I loved her, you know I never laid one finger on her.” Jensen quickly realized that he was getting a little too worked up, but before he allowed it to go any further he backed off from Fontane, sat down on the sofa-chair in front of the desk and pulled himself together. Fontane still did not completely sympathize for his old friend, but realized that he had gone too far.

“Look, I'm sorry alright”, he said as he walked back to the liquor cabinet and started pouring a drink for Jensen. “I cared about Sara too, she was like a sister to me.”
“Well don't be too sorry”, Jensen said in a quiet tone, “it's still my fault she's dead...” He made a quick pause and Fontane waited patiently for him to continue. “I started working for one of the big corporations in Tontra, Horizonte Dicte, without having any idea what I was getting myself into. Long story short, I got stupid and started going over their database, corporate secrets, deleted files, the kind of stuff they'd kill to keep secret. Then when I got home that night, that was it... she was just dead."

Fontane handed the drink over to Jensen.

“That's rough man... I told you those greedy corporations were no good. But I guess these guys aren't too happy about you not being in prison then?”, he took off his hat for a moment to scratch his head and then walked behind his desk. There was a a bookshelf behind it that he seemed fixed his eyes on, “So what do you want from me exactly? Protection?”
“Protection's not a problem for me right now. All I want is materials to continue with my work, coils, generators, scrap parts, nothing too expensive. But I'll also need a few rare special materials for my cyborg friend here”, Jensen answered and tilted his head towards Blaze who was standing quietly in the back of the room with Akira. “And I'll take any chance I can get for some payback, if it's part of the job. I know that's a lot to ask, but I'm sure we can work out a few deals.”
“I'm sure we can. As a matter of fact I was hoping you would show up today, I need your help with a few things.” Fontane said and turned around from the book shelf and continued.”Last night we managed to rob one of the weapon research facilities in the outskirts of the city, but I lost a lot of good men in the process. And the idiots who took part of the riots managed to get themselves killed or arrested on top of that. Basically, I'm need someone to do a special job for me, but I'm currently short on skilled competent people.”
“And that's were we come in, am I right? Were listening”, Jensen said in confidence. He wasn't ready to vouch for Akira and Blaze, but he knew that they would do their job if motivated, they were probably used to being hired guns.
“These goons of yours sure look tough enough that's for sure.” Fontane walked away from his desk, past Jensen's chair and towards the other two. “So what's your deal boys, what are you getting out of this?”

(You guys are more than welcome to use Fontane in dialogue, just use write it in character based on what you've seen of him so far. Talk to him as much as you like or negotiate for your rewards, then I'll have him continue to explain his plan in detail. Like I said it involves stealing an artifact and assasinating someone.)

Are you guys sure you're happy with how I'm being a little dominant with the story? I know it's alot to read, and some of it is probably pretty bad, but once were past this point nothing is set in stone and it will be back to normal improve RP. The next setting will be alot more interesting and have more action instead of just borring talk.

And Epicgostkilla, the place that Fontane's plan involves is a gala for artists and other intellectuals, so your character will be there I hope

Following the rag tag group, Trevel was getting a bad feeling about stuff and..yep.

"Where are they going to? I probably should just talk to the robot man like I was going to and head home...Nahh. Let's be nosy for a little bit longer."

As the group came to a seemingly abandoned factory, Trevel noticed that it looked a little too guarded to be abandoned.

"What's with all the barbed wires and guards?..Interesting. Hm. So, I guess they're not welcome there or somet- Whoa!..Taser to the neck dude? Not cool.. Anyways, looks like that helped them get in.. I need to find my own way in. I don't feel like fighting right now."

So, with that, Trevel snuck around the side of the factory, hopped the barbed wire, and made his way into the building via a conveniently negligent opened window.

"Interesting..very interesting. Beyond even military grade weapons..What kinda operation are they runnin' here?.."

Being careful not to be seen, Trevel once again found himself following the group he had been following before.

"Hm. So, he's obviously not welcome here but, is walking around calmly as if he's in Walmart or something. Ballsy move Freeman. Oh sh*t. Don't shoot him. Don't shoot him..Okay, okay. Looks like Freeman's good with words. Huh, maybe he's got connections here. He's walkin' around like he owns the place. Whatevs. I'm going to explore now. See what kinda crap they got around here. Need to relax a bit."

Mad Mike wrote:Are you guys sure you're happy with how I'm being a little dominant with the story? I know it's alot to read, and some of it is probably pretty bad, but once were past this point nothing is set in stone and it will be back to normal improve RP. The next setting will be alot more interesting and have more action instead of just borring talk.

And Epicgostkilla, the place that Fontane's plan involves is a gala for artists and other intellectuals, so your character will be there I hope

Lol. Mike, as far as I'm concerned, your writing is top notch dude. I'm pretty sure no one has a problem with your writing. It's just that people are a little busy. Don't worry, they'll be back.

And yes, I would be honored to attend your gala.

Akira stood there as Jensen, or should he say Anderson, talked to this "Fontane" character. Real personal stuff. He started feeling irritated, and he could tell Blaze was most likely feeling the same way. After awhile he referenced them both. Fontane walked up to them and looked them over. “So what's your deal boys, what are you getting out of this?” Akira stepped up to him.

"First off: We ain't no lakys. Every man here is here on their own accord, and no one else's."

Akira let his breath turn cold. He was close to the man and wanted to state his power. Akira learned early on that the most powerful men in history didn't earn respect, they took it, they stole it, they forced it on themselves.

"Second. Introductions: Akira Kaname, ice-mancer, wind-mancer, stealth expert, All around mother f0cking killer."

He saw Fontane was already mad thanks to the intro. The only reason he wasn't yelling was because he couldn't find the words for such disrespect. Akira took a calming breath after that little burst and walked away to the chair next to Jensen. He sat down casually in the chair and sat his feet on the desk.

"Sorry Blaze, but I call dibs on the last chair, unless you want to sit in Fontane's seat." He cocked a sh!t eating grin and lazily went back to talking to Fontane. "Anyway, i'm here to get money or something I can sell to make said money." He reached over to the desk and grabbed the half full glass of bourbon off the desk and took a sip, then held it out to the side. Motioning "(I want it, but I don't care if you take it back)". Fontane started to step toward him. "Oh! And be nice to me." Akira said casually "I wouldn't want to freeze the blood in your heart."

Fontane hesitated for a second, but gained his zeal again and snatched the drink out of Akira's hand as aggressively as possible. "I swear if you weren't..." he said under his breath. He walked up to Blaze and gritted his teeth. "So, who are you then?"

(I'm okay with your control level Mike. I feel like this act is yours to run. Act 1: equal introductions, Act 2: Mike's quest. I'm sure everyone will get there turn as the master builder. )

Back at the market Aquos finally awakens and sees she is frozen to the wall once again, "those freaks, when I find those monsters they'll be sorry. But first these ice shackles." And then the strangest thing began to happen: she began to melt. The orange and brown liquid fell to the ground and then formed again. "Well that was easy, I was kinda expecting the ice to be charmed or something. Now to find this 'Fontane' fellow"

Meanwhile after a series of events Blaze and company finally get to Fontane, Mike talks to him and Akira immediately after tries his best to nearly get himself killed, now it was Blaze's turn to introduce himself to the man. He walks up to the man and shakes his hand, the cold metal pressing against flesh. Fontane looked quite appropriately disturbed by the semi-robotic flaming giant that stood before him. "Blaze Inafune at your acquaintance sir. It's a pleasure to be working with you." Fontane smirked "A pleasure indeed. But I'm a crime lord and I can see when people want something, your arms will have to wait though." Blaze let go of the man's hand disappointed, I was hoping I could get out of this the easy way, guess that's not gonna happen. "Well then I'll try my best to do whatever it takes to get them!" Blaze said confidently "Good, good." Fontane was pacing around Blaze now, examining the creature and sizing him up "I have great use for someone of your... Stature." The man grinned widely, Blaze had definitely made a better impression than Akira.

(I think it would be interesting if Akira and Blaze end up rivaling each other for Fontane's approval/respect)

(It's finally here, better late than never! This will probably be the last time I write these walls of text for a long while, I hope for more action soon. Figuring out the mission took a lot of time so that's my excuse, hopefully it was worth the weight.)

“Now I'm curious Mike, were'd you find these guys?”, Fontane asked as he walked to his desk.
“I don't think you want to know, and it's not really important right now.” Jensen answered. “But they'll get the job done.”
“I don't doubt it, but that's not what I was concerned about.” Fontane sat down at his chair and casually pressed a button on the desk to close the drapes of the large windows to his left, it was getting dark outside and he didn't like people seeing in. He then put his hands together. “In this world, if you want to get somewhere and influence things, it's not about brute force, or smarts, or magic or even money... It's about having the right connections and knowing how to use them. So when you sit in my office and ask for my services, I expect that you will show at least a minimal amount of decency and respect.” He directed his words to Akira and and gave him a frowned look. “I say the word and I can make sure that every cop, mobster, street thug and merc in the city will want a piece of you're head.” Fontane made a short pause and switched to speaking in a lighter tone. “But I like your attitude, you've got a lot of guts and you're gonna need it for this job. So here's what I'm offering for you and Blaze: 65 grand each and I'll throw in whatever you need for those arms as a bonus. As for you Mike... I'm counting this as a favor on your part.”
“Fair enough, I wouldn't feel right taking money from you anyway. Like I said, all I want is a steady supply of scraps and materials, for science of course”, Jensen said determined.
“Of course, now if we're all agreed on the terms then let's cut to the chase. Take a look at this.” Fontane opened a drawer on his desk and took out a folded newspaper which he threw over to Jensen.
“UFO landing in Mount-Tontra forest? You buy this crap?”
“You'd be surprised how much you can learn from the tabloids”, Fontane answered. “You heard about that chemical leak from the power plant a few months back? The entire forest's been shut down ever since for anyone but the police and the cleanup crew. However, I've got an inside man saying the whole thing is just a cover story.”
“Who's handling the cleanup, government?” Jensen asked.
“No, private sector, some corporation... H-something.”
“Horizonte?
“Yeah, it's something like that, I always forget”, Fontane answered. “Whoever they are, they must of payed off a lot of officials keep this quiet.”

Until now, Jensen was getting a little annoyed over how Fontane continued to draw everything out and had still not said what the actual job was. But now that Horizon was involved, he became more interested in the details.
“Go on”, he said, “So what's the cover story for?”
“My inside guy is with the police keeping the place closed up, they don't go inside the woods because of the 'radiation'. But he tells me they've been bringing in a lot of heavy lift gear. I don't know if their salvaging UFO's or digging up dinosaurs, but whatever they found I know it's big and important. The trucks containing the supposed nuclear waste have been going to their storage facilities outside town, but my guy saw found one of the trucks driving into town instead. He traced it to their main research facility in south Tontra. Now take a look at this one.” Fontane threw yet another newspaper over to Jensen who quickly skimmed through it.
“I know about this, the science and art gala is in a few days. I used to go to these, but I didn't know they were holding it there this year...”, Jensen summarized the text to himself as he kept reading. “This year Horizonte's research division is apparently announcing major breakthroughs in magicology, the whole town's gonna be there.”
“That's right, and whatever they found in the woods, they're gonna be keeping it at the basement of the research facility while the party's going on on the fourth floor and the roof above. I managed to get a hold of the blueprints.”
“Ok, I get the picture now. Basically you just want us to steal that thing, but why? Do you even know what it is... and why do you care?”, Jensen asked.
“I've got my suspicions and my reasons, but that's only one part of the job. You have to do another thing too”, Fontane pointed at the article before he continued, “Did you read the last part? Mayor Santiago is going to be at the gala holding a speech. And just before you steal that object, I want you to take out the Mayor.”
“Take out the Mayor! Are you nuts?”

He expected that Fontane would ask him to do something of the sort, but assassinating the Mayor himself came as a surprise. It felt out of place for Fontane to go that high up. Jensen's previous enthusiasm over the job was gone, mindless violence was something he usually didn't approved of.
“Why do you want him dead?”
“Everyone wants him dead, Mike! He's a corrupt-sorry-excuse for a Mayor who sells himself out like a cheap hooker. You know what he did?” Fontane asked rhetorically, “You know the Yakuza have a lot of high connections with the high end corporations in town, and those corporations have a lot of connections with the Mayor's administration. So Santiago's been keeping most cops out of the north side, and the Yakuza are free to run their business there with no competition and without having to worry about the police. They've turned the place into a criminal hell hole now thanks to that scum. I know that sounds hypocritical but those Japanese mobsters are freaks, they talk a lot of sh*t about their code of honor or whatever, but really they're just animals.”
“You can't prove he's involved in any of that.”, Jensen said insecure, feeling like he was just playing devil's advocate. He knew the mayor was corrupt but he would prefer not to kill him.
“Tell me this then Mike, if you really were framed, don't you think it was a little convenient how all the evidence pointed perfectly at you? If it was a setup, don't you think something must have slipped by? Even professionals make mistakes, or leave traces. Let's say a investigator finds something that points to someone else, DNA, hair, a suspected murder weapon. How easy wouldn't it be for someone like Santiago to get that evidence destroyed?”
“What the hell are you saying?” Jensen asked and frowned his eyebrows.
“I'm saying you need to stop being so naive. I gave you the benefit of the doubt back in the day, but by now, you of all people should know that sometimes you need get your hands dirty to get justice.”
“Fine”, Jensen said cold, he didn't have the patience to argue anymore and just wanted to get it over with instead. ”So you want us to steal that object and assassinate the Mayor? How do you expect us to do that exactly?”
“Well that's your problem isn't it? But don't worry though, I have most of it figured out already. Everyone listen up closely now”, Fontane said and rolled out the blueprints of the building on his desk. “The research center is built on an old foundation, so it has a sewer tunnel leading right into it. It's sealed, but not guarded, they have those sewer magi-freaks to do that for them.”
“That tunnels 1 kilometer long, that's practically a suicide mission.” Jensen remembered his previous encounters with the Corrupted, he was not looking forward to going through more dark, narrow tunnels.
“A great opportunity to show you're not all talk. Besides, the new weapons I got downstairs should even the odds a little, you can take anything you need and I'll even let you keep it. Sound good? Ok, so once you've reached the end of the sewer, you just get the hatch opened and you're in. I had an expert analyze the blueprints and they should be holding the object in this room.” Fontane pointed the room out before he carried on with explaining his plan. “Now it's most likely going to have high security guarding it, so taking the guards out quietly might be a challenge. After that there's a chance you'll find a way to deactivate the security measures, but I can't offer much details on this part to be honest. If you can't shut the alarm off, or get the doors open, then do it by force, grab the object and get the hell out of there before any more guards show up, same way you came in.”
“That's your plan?” Jensen said, trying to not sound too condescending. “We just go in and wing it? You don't even know what kind of security they have!”
“I'll admit it involves a lot of improvisation, but to be fair I doubt that they're expecting someone to steal it. As far as they know, it's just their little secret. But... the second part of the plan is what might make things complicated. While part of the group works on getting a hold of that object, I'll need someone to infiltrate the party upstairs as a guest. He needs to blend in with the crowd until it's time for Mayor Santiago's speech. I would prefer if he makes the kill shot once the Mayor is on the stage babbling, I want to be able to see it on the 10 o'clock news. How you do it or how you get in is up to you, I've got nothing planned yet. But here come's the important part so pay attention. It's extremely important that you all synchronize the time to steal the object and the time you take out the Mayor. If you grab the object too early the alarm might go off in the whole building and his bodyguards will get him out of there in no time, and if you kill him to soon then security is gonna be all over you before you can grab it and get out. So long story short: get to the object just before the Mayor's speech. Steal it and take him out at the same time, and then get out. The question now is, who is going to go fight their way through the sewers and who's going to the party?
“I wouldn't mind eating shrimps and mingling while everyone else does the hard work, but I have too much heat. Everyone would recognize me there. Besides I think I'm more needed when it comes to dealing with the security measures. I'll send my drones in to give you tech support and help deal with the hostiles, from the outside. I'll be able to keep everyone synched and updated much better if I don't have to worry about other distractions.”

Fontane accepted Jensen's suggestion with a nod and turned to Akira and Blaze.
“That leaves you two. Dealing with the sewers and the guards is going to take a lot of force and finesse, but dealing with the Mayor is going to take a lot of thought and discretion. So who's doing what?”

(Btw, this is just the background and the plan for this mission, but how it goes and what happens is completely up to what you guys feel in the moment, I wont be leading as much from now on. Anything could happen, hopefully a lot of action!

"I call assassination mission." Akira blurted, finally getting a word in. "I've got stealth going for me. I don't think a burning Goliath is going to go well for staying low profile... no offence. Not to mention i'm the only guy here who isn't wanted by the police and Hori-watyacallit. All I need is a supresser for this caliber and a tux. I can steal the tux. Do you have any gear in this cal?" He threw one of the rounds from his new gun to Fontain to see if he knew. "I'll have one of the boys go see." He pressed a buzzer and a lackey walked through the door. "Hey, Jim, go see if we have a suppresser to fit this" He threw the round to the man in the door. The man quickly spouted "Yes sir, Mr Fontain!" and ran back out. A minute or two passed and he ran back in. "Um, sir we had a few in the the bottom of a storage crate. A real pain to find. Uh, here you go sir." He walked up to Fontain as he raised his hand for him to stop. "Not for me Jim, ya dolt. Give it to the dark kid in the chair. No offence." Jim handed it to Akira and stepped back before being waved out of the room. "None taken, don't worry. I take much more to be offended." He kept his head down and studied the steel pipe in his hand. He pulled out the pistol and tried to attach it. It was snug, but fit fine. "Alright, I got all I need that I can't get." Akira said with a smirk. The 'tough A hole' routine was over, and he was more friendly now. Fontain started to speak. "So does anyone else need anything, or can we get this done?"

(Sorry I took the mission, but I kind of have the best character for it. )

So the job turned out to include stealing a strange unknown object and assassinating the corrupt mayor. Akira opted to kill the mayor and Jensen will support both of them from the outside which left Blaze to be the one to steal the object. Blaze smirked "alright, so the plan is I go in, roast some freaks, take the thing, run with the thing, roast more freaks without breaking the thing, get out with the thing and bring the thing back here without getting these two killed. I like this plan! Now I have Yuki and my flame but I'd really like to have a big gun as well, I'd like your most powerful gun please." Fontane pressed the same buzzer he pressed while talking to Akira and another one of his men came up "Yes sir?" "Go find this man a Hissing Fox." the man left and Blaze looked at Fontane puzzled "A hissing fox? What's that?" "An experimental weapon, said to be extremely powerful and yet very stealthy." The man came back with a small pistol that fit perfectly in the palm of his hand "Here it is, the Hissing Fox." Blaze looked at the weapon and was furious but tried his best to keep his composure "Not what you had in mind was it? John, why don't you demo it for him." Fontane pressed the button that controls the drapes and they opened. The man walked over to the window, looked to see if anyone could see, aimed the small gun at a crate without opening the window and pulled the trigger. There was no bang, no explosion, not even a laser nothing but a faint hiss and the metal crate melted. Blaze stared in awe as the solid steel crate was reduced to a puddle on the ground. A guard walked up to it and stepped in the puddle, without going into detail it was quite gruesome. "Holy crap! That's impressive but I don't know how it'll help me steal anything." Fontane got up, took the gun and placed it in Blaze's massive robotic hand. "Then find a way. I have an extra job for you: like I said this gun is still in experimental phases, I want you to use it to its maximum potential and bring it back once you think you have. Understood?" Blaze was surprized by this turn of events but he complied anyway "Understood, sir." Blaze turns to Jensen and Akira "Alright guys let's go, time's a-wastin'!"

Little did they know Aquos was just outside the building in liquid form and witnessed the melting crate and the horrible death of a guard, and is waiting for them to return.

After Fontane's guard had handed over the experimental weapon to Blaze, he stared out the window and saw what had transpired after he shot the crate.
“Eh, boss? I think Sammy sort of... walked into the thing and...”
“What!? I told you idiots not to get close to it!” Fontane yelled and put his hands in his face in frustration. “Gentlemen, I think it's best that we continue this at another time, I gotta call Sammy's mother and come up a more dignifying death. Come back here tomorrow after lunch and we can get down to planning the details. Good day.”

Three days later, it was time for the big event. The time was 7 pm, it was already dark outside. It wasn't a very cold night but the air was cool and refreshing, and the sky was clear. By now, the guests were just arriving. Important buissnes men and politicians, like the Mayor, in their limousines. And famous artists or intellectuals in their nice cars. Meanwhile Jensen and Blaze were sitting in the back of a white SUV, parked under a dark viaduct a few blocks away from the gala at the Horizon Research Center – making the last preparations. Jensen began activating his 5 shredder drones and the hacker drone that would be his eyes and hands to assists Blaze in getting through security. He wasn't paying much attention to what Blaze was doing in his little corner of the SUV, but he decided to test the communications.
“Akira, me and Blaze are ready to move into the sewers anytime now. How are things on your end, have you arrived yet?”

(Let's get this going again shall we? There wont be anymore walls of text on my part so I think this will be a little more fun)

(My turn to make a wall of text, I've been waiting to get this stuff off my chest for weeks. )
Akira and the others disbanded for the day to prepare for the operation happening in three days. He walked home, like always. "I need to get a good suit for tomorrow. Can't go to the usual place, they've been bumping up security lately." Akira takes a deep yon, and stretches his arms behind his head. "Maybe I steel from them to often. Meh, too tired to do this tonight, i'll do it tomorrow." Akira walked for another 5 minutes before getting home. Akira always had an easy and confident look to him, but as he walked in the door it quickly faded to something else. He breathed heavy and his face seemed shocked. He had bean having a feeling in his chest for a few minutes now. He stepped in the room and doubled over, grasping his heart. It was less of a painful feeling, and more of an odd one. Imagine your heart was wrapped in chains and they were the only thing holding it together, and if those chains broke, the heart would burst without their constraint. This isn't what was literally happening, but that is how Akira imagined the feeling. His heart was pushing on those chains hard, and he needed those chains. His eyes, when not slammed shut, had a glowing green tint slowly forming around their edges. He stumbled through his kitchen looking for... something. What was it again? "It's all your fault." He mumbled to himself. "She's gone and it's all your fault!!!" He lashed into the air with a hand, and began to cry a little. He fell to his knees as he gained his train of thought back. "Right, the... medicine." He said as he crawled to a kitchen drawer. He opened it and frantically felt around. He found an orange bottle of pills. He opened it and palmed three large pills. He threw his head back and swallowed them all at once. His hands steadied, his face calmed. He could feel the chains strengthen. The rust and corrosion replaced with a new blued shine. This was happening more often lately. He never thought things could get this bad. That they were just stories. Magic has a consequence, a tax, and it must be paid.

Three days later:

“Akira, me and Blaze are ready to move into the sewers anytime now. How are things on your end, have you arrived yet?” Jensen called out over the phone. "Yeah, i'm hear. I'm in the crowd outside. They haven't let the guests in yet. I swear these rich fruitcakes are making me sick." He responded. He looked over the crowd to see the van. He waved at the van to confirm he was there. "There don't seem to be any external security, so you should be clear to go once they let us all in. Oh, one more thing. The building seems pretty stone and concrete heavy, so I might lose cell coverage in here. Good luck on your end." A minute passes, and the crowd moved inside. The room was dark, with a kind of blue glow to it. Drinks were being served and people over dressed talked to each other. Some talked about business practices and some talked about boating trips and skiing and all the other things the rich did for fun. It made him sick. The gold diggers, the brown nosers, the "entrepreneurs". They all had a smug sense to them. After minutes of loathing passed, the mayor walked onto the stage where a podium sat. The speech was about to happen and the target was in sight. Akira began to move through the crowd towards the target, but halfway there he felt a strong pinch in his stomach, like someone started playing with scissors on his insides. He tried to shrug it off, but only made it a few steps before he was on the ground. That feeling was coming back, and it came in hard. He felt chains turn to wire, wire turn to strands and strands that split to ribbons. The heart was free, the disease was out, his demons and fears all came to life. His eyes opened wide with a blank expression. His pupils couldn't be seen. His eyes were just two solid green glowing masses. His face turned from blank to wicked. His reasons were gone, but his target and his hate were both burning clear in his mind. The air grew cold, and people began to notice. Breath showed clear steam, and wet surfaces turned slick with a sheet of ice. There would be no speech tonight. Akira rose from the ground, the frightened people stared at him. He looked out to the man on stage and swiped his arms outward to his sides. With that the people were hit with a gust of wind that split the crowd and sent them hurling at the walls on both sides. The people were encased by a thick cover of ice. The mayor stared in pure horror as his legs could not move. They were frozen to the floorboards. Akira walked slowly towards the stage. As he did, a slab of ice grew under his feet getting taller as he walked. It made a ramp that stood half a foot taller than the stage. He looked down on the mayor with an odd mix of a killers grin, and boredom. Like a side of him was unaware of what was happening on the outside. Guards started to run onto the stage to react to the situation, but were quickly shot down by Akira's pistol. "You are a blithe on society." Akira spoke in a hushed tone. "Your corruption and negligence of your people have cost many lives." Akira's skin began to frost. His teeth were elongated by the ice forming spikes on the end of them. "Your wretched life has caused the suffering and death of many that could have lived good lives!!!"His voice grew louder and angrier. "Including my mother." He leaned down and whispered into the terrified mans ear. "The last death your life will cause is your own." The man began to loudly cry and beg. His words landed on deaf ears. Akira looked back down at the man and held his pistol to his mouth. He didn't stop there. He started pushing. The suppressor began to enter the man's mouth, then down his throat. Be barrel was in-golfed as the crying man began to gag. The round came barreling through the chamber, then the barrel, then the suppressor. The bullet landed in the man's gallbladder, but no one could ever know that. The bullet exploded inside him, and ruptured his entire torso. Organs were no longer recognizable, just a red sludge that spilled onto the floor. Akira stared unto the copse blankly. He slowly stumbled and collapsed to the floor.

The next day. Akira awoke in a puddle of water and blood. He felt the light from the high windows hit his face. "W-what happened..." As he sat half conscious on the floor he heard the large, wooden doors burst open. Men could be heard yelling and cursing. Akira looked on and saw three men in black suites looking around the room in horror. "What are they so afraid of?" he thought. He saw Fontain walk through the door, with his usual cocky grin. This expression only lasted for a fraction of a second, as his eyes opened in shock. He, with the others stared around the room for another moment until his eyes reached Akira on the floor. "Oh God, kid!" He yelled as he ran to Akira. "How out of character..." he thought "...Fontain caring about me." He picked him up to get him back on his feet. "What the hell happened here kid???" he said, as he walked him towards the door. "What are you ta..." Akira stopped mid sentence as he looked to the walls. The ice he used last night had grown... inward. The ice was long gone and melted by now. But the people who were underneath were, well, crushed. They lined the walls in piles. Their bodies mangled by the pressure. They were covered with a red and brown mix. The color of spoiled blood. "I did this." He whispered to himself. His still half open eyes didn't show how he felt. He was in shock, a mix of fright and guilt. "C'mon kid, we have to get out of here." They walked out the building into the back of a black limo. Akira laid on the black leather seats on his side, and passed out on the drive to the safehouse.

"What is this kid?"

(Well... that escelated quickly That was really awesome, your character just got a lot more interesting! And I love how it fits in so well with the dark magic theme already established. But you sort of jumped the gun on everything a little... me and Blaze aren't even in the sewers yet and Akira was supposed to wait untill we had the object. Plus now there isn't much of a window for interaction between EpicGostKilla who was also supposed to be at the gala (or even Aquos if Pyro wanted to do a thing with that) although I guess he probably survived that atleast. But this is also what I love so much with RPs though, things don't always go according to plan;)

"There don't seem to be any external security, so you should be clear to go once they let us all in. Oh, one more thing. The building seems pretty stone and concrete heavy, so I might lose cell coverage in here. Good luck on your end."
"Thanks", Jensen responded. "But you should be able to establish communication with us once we're inside the building aswell. Just wait for our signal. Over and out."

Jensen opened the back door of the vehicle and jumped out, the 6 drones walked behind him like menacing baby chickens. He lifted the heavy sewer hatch and pulled it aside - the drones imidiately jumped into the hole and filled the tunnel with their loud buzzing noice. It would undoubtedly attract a few more Corrupted to the tunnel, but he was hoping the extra firepower would compensate for it.
"Whenever you're ready", he shouted to Blaze, "although I suggest you get going right now, the tunnel's gonna get swarmed pretty soon. Just remember to keep the hacker drone safe, you'll need it to pass the security measures once we're inside. Piece of cake right?"

(Hey man, the Corruption waits for no one!!! Besides There were a lot of skips in time before the sh!t went down. It is possible you already got it by then.)

(I'm working on Aquos' part of the story right now because I'm not sure what to do with Blaze yet. I'm probably going to have Aquos and Blaze posts separately from now on so I can flesh out Aquos a little more -while also keeping her backstory a secret though- if that's alright.)

(Finished it!)

After witnessing the gruesome death of a guard Aquos was horrified, if she hadn't been in her liquid state she'd have possibly yelped or screamed and given away her cover. She sat there, waiting, every molecule in her body was self-aware in this state and it was easy to see everything around her but incredibly difficult to control. It took her half her life to learn how to control this strange magic, a low level shape-shifting magic known as mizushifuto, she was starting to lose control of her molecules and if she stayed in that form any longer then her molecules would shoot off into random directions turning her into a gaseous state and she'll never be able to turn human again. She went behind the nearest wall and changed back to her human state. Gasping, wheezing, choking, trying to get air back into her lungs, while she was recovering she hardly noticed the guard standing right next to her that happened to be *ahem* relieving himself. Without a second thought Aquos punched the guard in the nose, knocking him unconscious. "A grown man knocked unconscious with his fly down, such a pitiful sight." Aquos scoffed, she then snuck by unnoticed to a nearby tree where she's hidden a few tools, A lamp, some binoculars, a few bags of chips, a couple bottles of water, and one of those bionic ear things, she wasn't expecting steel curtains and soundproof walls and in such a ratty looking building so all of her preparations were worthless, whatever that mechanical monster and his sideshow friends were doing in there she'll probably never know. Aquos goes into her liquid state, plops down the tree and leaves for an old shack a mile or so away.

Not too long after Aquos was taking a walk scavenging for loose change on the ground to buy some food because she forgot her rations in the tree. She was now wearing torn bell bottom jeans that were probably thrown away by some hippie that finally got with the times and a dirty white tank top, she had hit rock bottom. "Damn it!" she growled "I almost had him, now I don't even have food!" suddenly she heard someone talking in the distance, it was the ice freak! she leaped into a dead bush and listened to what he was saying as he turned the corner, "I need to get a good suit for tomorrow. Can't go to the usual place, they've been bumping up security lately." the ice creep yawned, and stretched his arms behind his head. "Maybe I steal from them too often. Meh, too tired to do this tonight, I'll do it tomorrow." And he walked out of ear shot. “Tomorrow? Hmmm, interesting. Maybe I should follow him, he might even lead me to my real target.” And so she found a quick and stealthy route to follow him on: the rooftops, though she forgot that she wasn’t wearing her suit so she had to improvise, every time she jumped from one roof to another she’d turn liquid, splatter, and reform and continue this pattern the whole way, run, jump, liquid, splat, reform, repeat. Five minutes later she got to his house, the man walked in and immediately she heard what sounded like struggling coming from inside, it didn’t sound like he was being attacked but more like he was generally in pain. Either way he probably deserves whatever is happening to him in there, finally the struggling stopped and everything went silent. Aquos felt this a good time to call it a night and wait for whatever’s gonna happen tomorrow.

The next day the man left his house and she followed him, he stole a suit like he said he would, he went to Fontane’s again, got into an SUV and left, Aquos latched onto the bottom of the car as it drove off. The car stopped near what seemed to be a very fancy soiree at the Horizon Research Center, she guessed that wasn’t their target but soon enough the ice freak got out in his suit and walked to the party.  “Well darn,” Aquos smirked “I don’t even have a dress, oh well not a problem.” She then unlatched herself from the car and slithered over to a beautiful young blonde woman in a white dress, climbing up her dress and into her mouth, working her way into her bloodstream and finally her brain, she’s tried this trick with stray dogs before but never humans, so as she got used to the vessel she kind of… spazzed out and landed on the concrete, after convulsing for a few seconds trying to subdue her prey she finally got up and began to continue walking as if nothing happened. It wasn’t long before she noticed that she had formed quite an audience including a slick haired man in a tux who could easily pass off as the next James Bond, “Karen, are you okay? You took quite a fall there.” “Yes, I’m fine…” she tapped into the vessel’s memory and spouted out “My love.” Before she knew what happened (don’t worry, this aint going the same way as The Host). Aquos and her “husband” walked into the building and she immediately found the ice man, he doubled over in pain and the whole place began to freeze over. “OH $#!&!!!!!!!!!!!!” she exclaimed “Karen!!! I’ve never heard you use such fou-AGH!!!!!!” the mystery man was frozen solid and probably dead. Aquos tried to steer the vessel out of the building but it was too late, next thing she knew she was sitting in darkness, she sat for what seemed like an eternity until she felt the strain of her molecules, finally she tried to shift, her change shattered the ice and tore apart what was left of the woman. Her ribs were broken, her arm muscles were torn to shreds, she needed medical aid and fast! “The nerd! I have to find the nerd that that monster and his ice friend was with!” limping out and enduring extreme amounts of pain she hobbled out of the building and tried to find the nerd.

(I already have the entire plot to Blaze and Aquos’ story all set out, TEARS WILL BE SHED!!!!! I'll probably start on Blaze tomorrow, I've had mountains of homework lately so I've had absolutely no time to even think about BVG or Tontra.)

The mayor sat nervously behind his desk, almost cowering from the man on the other side.

"Don't worry about a thing Mayor, just give your speech at the gala like a good puppet. We'll tie up the loose ends and nobody will know of our involvement with one another."

The mayor sat there frozen under the gaze of the man who stood across from him. A small smirk rose on the man's face; clearly taking pleasure in scaring the mayor speechless. The man turned and left the room meeting with another man wearing a suit, tie, and sunglasses.

"Sir, the leak was disposed of as instructed. What should we do about the gala sir?"

"Don't add any extra security for the mayor, I've already informed him that we are tying up loose ends. As for the artifact... I guess I'll borrow it until everything is over. Prepare a fake."

With that exchange of words the man in the suit split off but before he could round the corner the young man said on last thing,

"Oh, and do please put an explosive in that fake. I wouldn't want the scum to get big headed."

The man in the suit just nodded silently as he continued on his path. The young man walked outside of Town Hall and streched in the afternoon sunlight. Then he got into his midnight purple sports-car and sped off towards South Tontra to pick up the artifact thinking to himself.

This is working out more splendid than I could've imagined. I'll speed up my election to mayor and eliminate those who oppose me. Now I just need my secretary to invite some of my opposition to the gala. Yes, I should definitely invite that wretched Police Investigator. Too bad it'd get his pretty little wife involved. Ahh, what was her name again... Oh yes, Karen.

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And bam!!!!!! Alexander Nero makes an appearence. Hopefully this fits well. I might change Alex to use more magic since his company is researching it. I also added a connection for the throw away character "Karen" so that Akira can feel like -Cheesecake!- for killing one of true good guys standing against corruption. Well, the room was actually filled with people like that...
*Insert evil laugh*

So the date and details for the operation were finally sorted out and Blaze was quite eager to see what would come out of this. On the day of the mission he got up, put on a white undershirt, a black trench coat, and some jeans, didn’t even bother with shoes before he walked out of his room and it finally happened: he fell off the ledge. Blaze plummeted a good three stories before he broke his fall… with his arms, he heard a loud grinding and moaning noise while sparks flew from his arms, they were now in critical condition and he didn’t have the mind nor materials to fix them yet. “NO! NOT NOW!” he growled in a pure rage “I really need that upgrade now.” And he walked out, his arms were still functioning in good condition but they were now hard to control and not nearly as accurate and agile as they once were. Blaze met up with Jensen and Akira and they got into their positions near the party, and Akira was already at the building  and Blaze and Jensen were getting ready in a nearby SUV, Jensen seemed to be fumbling with his drones and Blaze was deep in thought wondering how much of a burden these damages would be on the mission, it won’t be too much of a burden as long as nothing unexpected happens. Jensen then communicated with Akira, “Akira, me and Blaze are ready to move into the sewers anytime now. How are things on your end, have you arrived yet?” "Yeah, I'm here. I'm in the crowd outside. They haven't let the guests in yet. I swear these rich fruitcakes are making me sick. There don't seem to be any external security, so you should be clear to go once they let us all in. Oh, one more thing. The building seems pretty stone and concrete heavy, so I might lose cell coverage in here. Good luck on your end." "Thanks, But you should be able to establish communication with us once we're inside the building as well. Just wait for our signal, over and out." Jensen got out of the SUV and led his small army of drones into the tunnels "Whenever you're ready", he shouted to Blaze, "although I suggest you get going right now, the tunnel's gonna get swarmed pretty soon. Just remember to keep the hacker drone safe, you'll need it to pass the security measures once we're inside, Piece of cake right?" Blaze walked up to the tunnel “yeah… cake, y’know, I’ve never really liked cake.” And then he dropped into the hole along with the six large robotic insects now surrounding him. Blaze walked a good distance before noticing his pursuers: an army of corrupted, their screams were pitiful and pleading which just made them all the more terrifying: “You think I’m pretty, right?!?!?!” “WHY DON’T YOU CALL ME ANYMORE?!?!?!?!” “I just want a couple dollars, just GIVE ME YOUR MONEY!!!” the drones took out a good sum of them, shredding them to pieces but then the creatures started to overwhelm the drones and it was time for Blaze to step in and take care of the rest, he hacked and slashed away at the monsters but they just kept coming and just as Blaze had predicted his arms were starting to be a burden, the bodies were piling up and he couldn’t keep up with them. “Screw it! Let’s just run!” and he did just that he and the drones fled from the cries of “I swear, I’m sorry!!!” “I thought she was eighteen!!!” “Let me help you!!!” “One day I’ll hit it big, YOU’LL SEE!!!” and many more pitiful cries, finally Blaze got to the hatch. Blaze began to feel a cold chill throughout the area but didn’t think anything of it, the hacker drone turned off the security measures and they were in. Blaze jumped into the room and got the drones inside before he closed the hatch, then he counted the drones… he counted five, it wasn’t long before he heard faint screams and the screeching and tearing of metal, he’d lost the hacker drone. All that was left was getting rid of the guards, one quick burst of flame later and it’s done, he goes to find the thing, gets the thing, and leaves into the sewers with the thing as planned. As the drones were shredding through freaks and as he walked behind them Blaze examined the object, it was a huge grey cylinder with strange line patterns and symbols all over it with a keypad on the side with even more strange symbols, probably just a containment unit for the real treasure. It wasn’t long before things went wrong; Aquos seemingly appeared from nowhere and crushed all the drones! She seemed to be in horrible condition though, she was clutching her ribcage and breathing heavily, she was wearing dirty bellbottom jeans and a stained tank top, neither of them were in maximum fighting condition, she turned to the corrupted for a few minutes, “Get outta here! You’re not doing any good!” the creatures sulked away into the darkness whispering things like “I just wanted a hug…” “Yes mommy.” “But… but... but…” and other things of the like. Blaze was admittedly impressed and for once he wasn’t afraid to show it “Wow, you were able to scare off those freaks?” “Maybe… they can… sense something that… gah… nobody else can.” “you said something before about me killing our father-“ “Father…? No… I mean’t mother… you killed our mother… you… gah…” “Mother!?!? That makes even less sense! My father killed my mother! I think you have the wrong freak!” “Wow, those sick experiments did more to your head then I thought!” and then Blaze snapped, “SHUT UP!!!!” he drew the hissing fox and before he knew what he was doing he shot her point blank in the head. She screamed in agony as her skin began to melt, her skull caved in, her eyes became pure liquid and finally she was just a steaming red and brown puddle on the floor. “I didn’t want to kill you, but you kinda hit a nerve there.” Blaze walked around the pile of what was once just a child and continued on his way to get back to Jensen to bring the bad news about the drones, and then he felt something crawling up his leg, he looked down and it was the liquid! Blaze shouted and screamed as he kicked the thing off of him, as it landed back on the ground it reformed into a perfectly healthy Aquos. “Wow, thanks for that! I feel a million times better now!” Blaze looked on in horror “what are you?” Aquos smirked “your worst nightmare, I am Aquos!” “First of all you already said that, second of all whatever you really are I’m gonna kill you!” Blaze then drew Yuki, charged at Aquos and landed a blow that would’ve decapitated her; instead it simply went through her… like water. Blaze continued to slash and swipe at her but to no avail, finally Aquos dodged an attack, flew behind him and punched him in the middle of the spine forcing Blaze to fall over but before he could hit the ground Aquos rushed to the front of him and kneed him in the head, and so the onslaught began. A hellfire of punches and kicks raining down on Blaze and he was powerless against it, all he could do is just stand there and take the hits until finally he collapsed. Blaze woke up in the sewers near the entrance, the container nowhere in sight. “DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!” Blaze blasted out of the sewers where Mike also lay unconscious. With a note of brown text seemingly tattooed into his hand saying “come and get it!” also the building seemed to be frozen from the inside. “Great!!! The thing is gone, my arms are ruined, Mike’s knocked out, and Akira went freeze happy! TODAY IS DEFINITELY NOT MY DAY!!!!!!”

(I’d kinda like to see how you explain getting knoked out by Aquos Mike.)

Pandora's Box wrote:The mayor sat nervously behind his desk, almost cowering from the man on the other side.

"Don't worry about a thing Mayor, just give your speech at the gala like a good puppet. We'll tie up the loose ends and nobody will know of our involvement with one another."

The mayor sat there frozen under the gaze of the man who stood across from him. A small smirk rose on the man's face; clearly taking pleasure in scaring the mayor speechless. The man turned and left the room meeting with another man wearing a suit, tie, and sunglasses.

"Sir, the leak was disposed of as instructed. What should we do about the gala sir?"

"Don't add any extra security for the mayor, I've already informed him that we are tying up loose ends. As for the artifact... I guess I'll borrow it until everything is over. Prepare a fake."

With that exchange of words the man in the suit split off but before he could round the corner the young man said on last thing,

"Oh, and do please put an explosive in that fake. I wouldn't want the scum to get big headed."

The man in the suit just nodded silently as he continued on his path. The young man walked outside of Town Hall and streched in the afternoon sunlight. Then he got into his midnight purple sports-car and sped off towards South Tontra to pick up the artifact thinking to himself.

This is working out more splendid than I could've imagined. I'll speed up my election to mayor and eliminate those who oppose me. Now I just need my secretary to invite some of my opposition to the gala. Yes, I should definitely invite that wretched Police Investigator. Too bad it'd get his pretty little wife involved. Ahh, what was her name again... Oh yes, Karen.

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And bam!!!!!! Alexander Nero makes an appearence. Hopefully this fits well. I might change Alex to use more magic since his company is researching it. I also added a connection for the throw away character "Karen" so that Akira can feel like -Cheesecake!- for killing one of true good guys standing against corruption. Well, the room was actually filled with people like that...
*Insert evil laugh*

(Well crap... Aquos just stole a fake... an explosive fake! This'll be interesting...)

lordpyromon wrote:(Well crap... Aquos just stole a fake... an explosive fake! This'll be interesting...)

(Yeah, but it won't explode unless opened, or it takes enough damage.)

(So... who's turn is it?)