Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Yours Truely,
The Staff
season
Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
[attr="class","clmtBody"] MacKenzie wore a biker jacket with a loose fitting red tee-shirt and jeans. He had considered wearing his pair of pre-ripped jeans, but decided against it. He had supposedly arrived on a motorcycle and parked around the corner. The helmet was in his lap. [break][break] MacKenzie was waiting his turn to speak with one of the representatives. Not the tellers, MacKenzie had said he wanted to open an account, and was told to wait with a group of other people in a side lobby. [break][break] The local head branch of the Royal Bank of Canada. Decently sizable. Bigger than any old branch, at least. And there was an amount of effort into making the place look regal and old. Plaster pillars were in a few places. Purely decorational, MacKenzie could see some that weren't even really connected to the ceiling. It still looked decent in here. [break][break] MacKenzie was on the phone, having a one sided conversation over a Bluetooth earpiece. There was someone on the other side, but they were curled up in a ball, laying on the ground in a subway station, not talking back to him, covered by a blanket. [break][break] The line slowly clicked forward. MacKenzie did not know exactly what the line was, because it was a list of names on a sheet, but only two faces were left sitting out of the group that had been there when he arrived.
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[attr="class","clmtTitle"]Cary Lane
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Zoe wore a red strapless tank top and jean shorts. She had her phone in front of her face, mere inches away, and two portable batteries. One was plugged into her phone, a disposable smartphone loaded with almost a gigabyte worth of data. It had been a full gigabyte at the start of the day, but maintaining two video streams was starting to eat into the data. Should still be fine, she had awhile. Especially since the videos were both black currently, the transmitters in pockets. She would only get a video feed if someone needed her to see.
Which they would. Half the reason they expected this plan to work was because they had the video feed to use. And the other half was Zoe's ability.
That second half was why Zoe would not be in the bank. She was stationed outside, underground, in a tunnel connecting two subway stations. She was surrounded by bags, some empty, some housing equipment. A range extender for her phone signal. A high capacity battery backup to power it. The truly interesting thing is that she was only eight feet from the front door of the bank. There was a grate above her and a few feet to the side. It was supposed to be locked down, but Zoe had cracked open the lock when the cameras in the area were not being observed, and replaced it with her own. Her accomplice had the original lock, so they could reapply it later. To finish it all off, she was curled up on her side, covering everything with a blanket. To anyone that happened to see her, she would appear to be a homeless person taking shelter from the rain that came yesterday and was expected later today.
Logan wore a tear away wife beater and dark blue jeans. He had a barely concealed gun in his pants. Well, it would have been barely concealed, except for the long jacket he wore. A rain jacket, sleeves long enough to cover his arms. It was currently unzipped, the temperature too warm for the coat, but he wore it. The long, dark blue coat hung loose enough and long enough around him to hide the gun from sight.
Logan was rounding the last corner before reaching the bank. He would be there shortly, carrying his larger-than-expected handgun. And a duffelbag with an assault rifle.
It was one of those rare times that they had to actually go in a bank and do some business -- the usual yet boring assortment which revolves around money and also loans that could make a person get their own dream house or car. The bank stands pristine on the business district of Lorsette to which it even has their own Corinthian pillars that structures as the foundation of the building as it matches on the marble tiles around that made silent clicks on their shoes. Fiddling with the sleeve of their gray cardigan, Takemizukachi arrives the establishment with a leather knapsack on their back and a phone in hand.
Sibyl, the elf that nursed them and eventually made them to who they are managed to escape them into Lorsette and now there they are, now studying in a state university -- it's quite uncommon for someone who has been turned into a faekin to still pursue mundane human duties now that they have an incredibly long lifespan that Takemizukachi in bask. However, they aren't the type of person to be idle and would simply go to college just because they want to learn more and even explore the city after almost two decades of not escaping the forest on the border.
It was Takemizukachi's worst times but nonetheless the girl looks at their own future with optimism.
They immediately pocket the phone knowing that banks don't usually allow personal communication devices inside; it's mostly for security purposes and courtesy -- no one would want a bank teller looking at them whilst calling at someone considering that they could have been planning a large heist or even stealing a lot of money. However, the faekin didn't allow such thoughts to enter their mind as they walked through a teller's window. The elf even reminded them open a bank account because 'having a good personal finance will surely balance your life!' she would reason about with burdening amount of student loans, the girl starts to doubt about that.
Standing last in the line would they immediately look at the bank's interior while as they headed towards the waiting area taking a seat, humming a song -- a lullaby that was used to be sung by their own mother when the girl couldn't sleep. However, what garnered their attention is that there is this one person (to whom they can't identify as either a man or a woman) speaking to someone on an earpiece in their ear; aren't calls inside the banks not allowed? They think that even an earpiece isn't allowed.
Yet, with the fear of being berated and even create chaos just because of the said topic would they just remain their mouth shut in fear of gathering attention and Takemizukachi simply takes a deep breath before looking at the line in a bank teller's window as they let the time pass by. Sometimes, it's better to keep their mouth shut rather than speak out the truth.
Perhaps yet another regular day in Lorsette. Children entered and left the sweets shop near the bank with their parents. The streets weren't any more crowded than usual.
One of the happy families buying candy for their children, consisting of a little girl and her parents were passing by the bank. The little girl pointed up, "Mama, is that a fairy?" "Yes, he's a fairy looking after my little angel~" She chuckled at the innocence of her little girl after glancing at the building she pointed.
Raiores waved back at the little girl and smiled at her, before lying back with his legs hanging from the building. No one would see a body sitting on the rooftop, the mother for example~
He closed his eyes after finishing a lollipop and listened to music through his headphones. He hadn't made account for anything but a calm day, where he won't be bothered by a thing.
To Raiores' dismay, it wasn't but an illusion. He knew he wasn't living in a quite and peaceful city exactly, but this looked look a good day nonetheless~
[attr="class","clmtBody"] MacKenzie looked at the clock, then at his phone. A tracking app. Zoe had made it herself, she was good at that sort of thing. Something she really had to devote time to, her power didn't work on it. Not in any meaningful way, at least. There was no map with it. A map would require an API, and an API meant being tracked. But he could see the three dots. The blue one was himself, Zoe was yellow. Logan had a black dot. The black dot was the only one that moved, and it was really close to MacKenzie's own dot, now. Almost directly over Zoe's. There was a fourth object, a circle. That would be the civilian. A bulk standard human, down on his luck, willing to go a little far for cash. He was not going to be involved with the robbery, not directly. He was an actor, of sorts. Be a terrified hostage. Get the others to play along. [break][break] It was fortuitous that Logan was half a block away when MacKenzie was called to go meet with a representative. "Sorry, got to go, just got called at the bank," he said to no one in particular. His hand reached up to the Bluetooth ear piece, as if to hit the hang up button. He did no such thing. That was Zoe's cue to give Logan the go ahead. MacKenzie heard the bank door open, a small digital ding being heard from the front lobby. [break][break] About a minute passed. MacKenzie had started talking with the individual in back, small talk, avoiding the business he was supposed to be there for. Her name was Gabriella, she would be helping MacKenzie today, blah blah blah. He was paying more attention to the communication between Logan and Zoe. 'Fuck, go go go' followed by a resounding crack. Go time he thought. Gabrielle ducked down. MacKenzie just stood up walking around the desk. [break][break] "What are you doing!? Get down!" [break][break] A small tube appeared in MacKenzie's hand. With a press of his thumb, it extended out. [break][break] Gabriella's eyes went wide. "Oh gods." [break][break] "Shut up, stay down, and I don't have to hit you." She nodded. "Look at the ground, hands behind your head." She complied. [break][break] 'She's not planning to stop you.' [break][break] "Didn't expect her to," he muttered, barely under his breath. [break][break] Zoe was giving Logan the primary attention. He had a few unrulies to deal with, people that thought themselves a hero. From what MacKenzie could hear, their paid actor was doing a good job. Getting some of them to calm down. He was wired, Zoe was keeping track of him. She mentioned him calming them down. Or rather, keeping them on the ground, if not calm. [break][break] MacKenzie pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket. Unfolding it, he had the username and password for the head manager of the branch. A few seconds for the computer to log out, Yes I know they will lose work, and a few more to log back in. Without prompting, Zoe was giving him directions. 'Fourth icon from the top, second column.' It took about twenty seconds for the program to load. MacKenzie could hear the sirens outside now. Fast response. It sounded like there may be something going on in the main hall. Not my concern. [break][break] 'Type TRS into the search box. Should come up with about 20 entries. Click the... third one. Double click it, sorry. Then "View Connected Accounts." They weren't supposed to all be connected. Someone was lazy, I'd imagine. Print that up.' Zoe's power was fucking scary. [break][break] "Hey Gabs, what's the printer?" she jumped at the sudden mention. As Gabriella was stammering out something that resembled a response, Zoe spoke up first. [break][break] 'Fourth one down should be the printer in the room with you.' [break][break] "Nevermind I got it," MacKenzie said, barely loud enough for Gabriella to hear. She was breathing fast, fast enough she could pass out. May be for the best if she did. It'd at least slow down her breathing. [break][break] The printer began whirring.
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Zoe got the signal. An apology, that his appointment had come up. Of course, if she was apologizing, it wasn't to her. It was to them, the bank employees and patrons. Cary Lane MacKenzie, so lost in her self imposed masks. Cary Lane, the friendly but suspicious female TRS employee. MacKenzie, the cruel and efficient male AP agent. It had taken Zoe awhile to remember to keep the genders consistent, since one of them was a lie.
Zoe passed the signal onto Logan. He had heard, but her confirmation was required. A few questions to verify the situation. No one on the streets had recognized Logan. That meant no plainclothes cops hanging out outside the bank. Actually it meant no one was briefed on Logan. There were two plainclothes on the block. Zoe could have tried to figure out who, but it was not worth the time. If she had had an aerial view...
Zoe shook her head. Best to not get distracted. "They've got no eyes on you, nothing out of the normal." She was talking to Logan. MacKenzie could handle himself.
Logan entered the bank. Zoe went over her questions.
Someone not in our squad is suspicious of MacKenzie. Of me. Of Logan. CORRECT
"FUCK" she said in a whispered yell, not transmitting her voice to the others.
Someone recognizes Logan. CORRECT Someone not us. CORRECT They are a cop. Civilian. Guard. CORRECT They triggered the alarm. Considering it. CORRECT
"FUCK" she said. Still a yelled whisper, but this time over the comms. "Guard recognizes you, Logan. Stick to the plan, but prepare to go sour fast."
Logan nodded. CORRECT
Zoe sighed. These guys were way too difficult to work with. But at least MacKenzie talked when he needed to. Their issues were something else.
Zoe waited, listening in on Logan's interaction. She heard the thump of the duffel bag. It was quiet, but she could make it out. And Zoe kept asking herself, asking her power, one thing. A dozen times. Two dozen.
The alarm's been triggered. The alarm's been triggered. The alarm's been triggered. The alarm's been triggered. CORRECT
"FUCK, GO GO GO!" She wanted to shout. But there were people near her. Another whispered yell. Her microphone was turned up, so this would be plenty loud to Logan and MacKenzie.
The crack was heard over the comms system. Zoe was pretty sure that was a good sound, that their information was spot on. The bullet resistant polymers they used wouldn't be able to stand up to the caliber and power of firearms that Logan was packing. And it literally never mattered for MacKenzie.
Logan was first priority. He had a camera on his jacket, pointing forwards. Zoe watched the scene, asking questions of everyone. Who was a cop. Who was powered. Logan would know this, part of his gift helped him figure it out. But he couldn't tell her, not without risking the operation. So as he looked over the crowd, yelling at people to get down, Zoe pointed out the people most likely to intervene, as well as two that were working up the courage. Logan shot those two. Non-lethal, through the leg. Zoe did not like that. He had hit dangerously close to an artery. Considering his abilities, that might have been on purpose.
Considering who he was, it probably was not.
That crisis averted, she checked on MacKenzie. He'd gotten into the computer. She had to figure out where to go from there.
The program that allows access to view account numbers is on the desktop. CORRECT It's in the first column. Second column. CORRECT It's in the upper half of the column. CORRECT At the top. Second from top. Third from top. Fourth from top. CORRECT
"Fourth icon from the top, second column." Zoe heard the sirens approaching. She was outside the building, so she had heard them first. She did not bother telling them, they would hear the sirens in a moment.
Zoe waited, asking her power questions. She had to figure out how to get MacKenzie to the numbers. Amazingly enough, someone out there had taken a serious interest in the TRS accounts. She was expecting to have to get some vague questions going, for this to take a few minutes. But someone at the bank was either a fan or a hater. Zoe easily got way more information than she expected. "Type TRS into the search box. Should come up with about 20 entries. Click the... third one. Double click it, sorry. Then 'View Connected Accounts.' They weren't supposed to all be connected. Someone was lazy, I'd imagine. Print that up." Zoe knew there were at least a few TRS accounts that were not on that list. Likely the central account, among others. Yes, the main TRS account was not in that list. Confirmed. But it was enough. It would cause enough havoc. They would need just a few days of confusion, somewhere down the road. This would be enough.
'Hey Gabs, what's the printer?'
There is a printer in the room with MacKenzie. CORRECT It can be printed to. CORRECT It is the first printer. Second printer. Third printer. Fourth printer. CORRECT
"Fourth one down should be the printer in the room with you."
Logan was, is, a big guy. More than six feet tall, very wide shoulders, and bulky. He defies many of the asian stereotypes.
'Entry is go. They've got no eyes on you, nothing out of the normal.' Zoe's voice. He entered, getting in line to speak with a representative. The duffel bag hanged off his shoulders, resting against his back. It was black, with a soccer ball embroidered on either end. Logan was in no rush. He waited.
'FUCK. Guard recognizes you, Logan. Stick to the plan, but prepare to go sour fast.' Logan nodded. He waited his turn, the line moving forward.
When he approached the person, he spoke plainly, his voice low and full. "I'd like to make a withdrawal." He threw the bag onto the counter. It had already been unzipped, but the edges had folded over themselves, hiding the contents.
"Sure sweetie, what account will you be withdrawing from, do you have an ID?"
Logan cracked his neck as she talked. Then he reached down as if to grab a wallet out of his pocket. All he really did was move his jacket to the side, showing his gun to her and only her. "All of them." His voice was quiet now, barely able to be heard. To emphasize the point, he pulled one lip of the duffel up enough that she could see inside it, see the assault rifle and the other things. "Hands above the table as you grab it. Keep it quiet and nobody's gotta get hurt."
Logan shifted on his feet a little. The woman looked... worried. But she nodded and began gathering some things around her.
'FUCK, GO GO GO! he heard over the earpiece he had. Apparently someone had hit the alarm. Logan grabbed the pistol from his pants. It was big, bigger than most pistols. Several people noticed, but they had not screamed yet. Logan fired at the glass. Not at anyone behind it, just the glass itself. The bullet pierced right through, and then into the wall behind the teller. She screamed. More screams all around. Logan yelled, his voice louder than you might expect, the deepness of it giving power to his words.
"GET ON THE MOTHERFUCKING GROUND! I've got guns that go RIGHT through your bulletproof bullshit, so don't pull anything fancy. I've got grenades too. Nobody gets hurt if I get my cash and go." He heard the second crack after he felt it. Though feeling is the wrong word. Logan knew he had been shot, somewhat deep wound into his upper thigh. But he felt no pain. It was not even an injury worth compensating for. He turned towards the guard and shot. That man felt pain, he fell to the ground, one hand clasped over his arm. The bullet had gone straight through. Best case scenario, it had dented the bones. More likely, it had completely shattered one or both. Logan had been aiming a little to the left of where the bullet hit. He would not tell the others that, they would prefer this outcome. He looked around the bank. Zoe pointed out two particularly dangerous ones to him. Well, that's the wrong term. He knew the particularly dangerous ones. He felt their blood pumping through their bodies. One faekin. One elf. One gifted: MacKenzie. The rest were normal humans. Faekin and elves were annoying, but gifted were dangerous. Not knowing what they could do...
Zoe pointed out two of the normal humans. Their faces were not ones of fear, but of anger. He would have acted on them anyways. Two shots, one each, aimed at their legs. These bones did a much better job of stopping the bullets. Logan could not see through the wounds. Their faces contorted. Pain. And fear. Logan smiled, turning back to the tellers. Zoe had not bothered to tell him about the non-humans. They were likely ignorable then. Or maybe she assumed he'd track them.
He would. Also she probably did not know about one of them. That was a bit of an afterthought.
"You, you stay. Rest of you, OUT!" Logan yelled at the tellers. The one he told to stay was the woman who had originally been helping him. She looked scared, as if she were about to pass out. The rest of the tellers walked out, hands to their heads, joining the crowd of people on the ground. Logan pulled out the assault rifle, holstering the handgun back under his pants.
He heard the sirens. Fast response. "Money in bags, let's go."
[[Hey guys, feel free to interrupt this sequence at any point that makes sense for your characters. I doubt MacKenzie or Zoe will change much, but Logan's timeline is probably going to be blown wide open and I'm totally OK with that. If you want to blast a hole in his chest instantly after he fires his gun through the teller's glass... I mean that'll be annoying but feel free to.]]
[[Furthermore, feel free to control that one random "actor" NPC. So long as they are trying to keep people from doing anything rash, have him do whatever you want. They are a normal human, rest is up for you to decide.]]
There was a gunshot and screaming. Everything slowed down. Time for an introduction, eh? "My name is Adam Wolffe. While I'm lying on the cold, hard floor, with my gun pressing into my ribcage, waiting for this ugly fucker to get on with his business, I found myself thinking this one question. How the fuck did it come to this?"
5 hours earlier
Adam was out on one of his morning walks, with the intention of enjoying the day. He spent too much time cooped up in his apartment. As far as he was concerned, this was another normal day in Lorsette. Well, as normal as it can be with supernaturals as common as they are. One thing that could be said about the young white haired man. His fashion sense is somewhat lacking. As you can see, he likes to wear black clothing. His wardrobe would be filled with sets of dark grey or black shirts, pants, socks, and a black/dark grey coat or jacket. This time however, the outfit he wore today was accompanied by a ballistic vest. Why Adam felt the need to wear such a thing? After all, he had superhuman durability and accelerated healing. He didn't really know. Along the walk, he went out to a coffee place and got himself a mocha and a fruit muffin. He opened up his phone, looked some stuff up on the interwebs and did stuff a normal person might do. Mundane things. Occasionally, Adam reached up to his ears to remind himself that he still wasn't exactly human. He kept his ears covered up with a baseball cap of course.
2 hours later, after finishing his food, drink, and walking around the park, Adam went back to his apartment. He opened the mailbox, found some mail, and brought it in with him. He sat on the couch and looked through the mail. A couple of bills for water and electric, a bunch of junk ads, and an evelope that contained a paycheck of 3,000 Canadian dollars. It was from a Jake Alexander. He was client from a couple of weeks ago who called to ask Adam to investigate his house that he believed was haunted. From the incidents the man described, Adam came to the conclusion that it was a poltergeist that was just bored and wanted someone to terrorize. Adam expelled the poltergeist with extreme prejudice, made the house safe again, and Jake sent Adam a check of 3,000 in thanks. Adam set the check down and went to his room, which held a safe containing firearms ranging from a shotgun, to a couple of AR-15 style rifles, and some handguns. He set to cleaning them and making sure they were in proper working order.
When it was lunch time, Adam went out to grab some food before making his way to the bank to make a deposit. He brought his gun along again, and it was all well and good as he had the proper licenses to carry them and keep them hidden. When he came out of the restuarant, he found the time was around 12:50, 1:00 in the afternoon. So he hurried over to the local bank, got inside, moved into an aisle, and started following the line. Adam noticed a man who stood at 6'2, looked like he was of Chinese and Japanese descent and had a bag with him. He looked suspicious as fuck. Still, Adam didn't bring anything up and ended up getting called by the lady at the desk. As Adam prepared to make the deposit, the big, suspicious man pulled a gun and shouted orders. Looks like a robbery was happening. Was the man alone? Or was this a coordinated effort? Adam immediately hit the floor, pure instinct taking over. There were screams. His mind went into overdrive. His heart was pounding and he could feel the adrenaline coursing through him. The man demanded that the poor woman fill the bag with cash, and made his point with a fucking assault rifle. Adam knew he had to do something. So, Adam's hand went into his jacket, grabbed the gun that was hanging from his shoulder rig, pulled it out, switched the safety off, and aimed it at the man with the bigger gun. More specifically, Adam aimed at the center mass and fired three seperate rounds into him.
Raiores sat up, took his headphones off, and watched the bank entrance. It took him a minute or so to realise the sirens and screams weren't his music.
It was an emergency from the bank. People were probably getting hurt down there. He probably had to help them. Or check it out at least. He went down to the bank from the roof of the building he was on. He took the stairs.
Another minute, near the bank, Raiores could see inside. The man with the guns was about to shout, he looked strong. More like, a typical tank. Based on that assumption, his voice would very likely stand out even amongst all the screams. And based on that same assumption, he was, just as likely, short tempered and impatient.
A plan just came up his mind. The screams got louder, the big man's voice could hardly be heard as just another one among them. No matter how hard he'd try, the voice would just get louder. No matter what he'd do, he wouldn't be able to stop the noise, even if he threatened to kill one or all of the citizens. Not that they even hear him anyway.
Rai sat outside of the bank, laying his back against one of the pillars. It wouldn't be easy seeing him from inside, with all that was going on, but he could easily glimpse inside if he wanted. He expected to drive the robber, who didn't seem quite capable of thinking through his rage, into a situation where he couldn't but go berserk.
Chances of the plan working out weren't so likely, he knew, he made it impossible for anyone to communicate outside, or call the cops for example, he knew that. They were on their way anyway, he hadn't worry about that.
But even if the chances weren't likely, his illusion, which would most likely cause a headache at least, could help out a little. Even if everyone around would fall for it. Luckily, except him who could hear through his own illusions~
It was supposed to be an ordinary day for Takemizukachi; nothing harmful or special considering that their university classes are over and their classmates are off for vacation whether away from Lorsette or even out of the town while they had to do some stuff that involves their next semester in law that is going to happen at fall.
There is this small peace coming around with nothing fancy. People are either reading the newspapers that were laid down on the seats, bank tellers are typing away in the company desktops while some are attending to the customers while others are settling accounts or even discussing some matters. Their eyes captured the duffel bag brought by a man in the bank and wondered why the security guard didn't even bother to be suspicious on why such item is carried around knowing that there is a certain limit that one can withdraw.
However, the peace is broken upon the sound of shattered glass only for the faekin to flinch and immediately drop to the ground -- most specifically under the seats of the bank and decided to crawl as to not gather attention. The threat of grenades made Takemizukachi even shiver as their hands started to shake from paranoia upon knowing that the thief wouldn't hesitate to blast this place if the public didn't comply. Another gunshot followed another gunshot upon them seeing two humans got shot in the leg. They then crawled even faster while the public is still at panic.
Almost on their way to the two humans, they hear three shots only to see a cop has entered around the building and fired it to the troublemaker. Sighing, Takemizukachi finally made their way towards the injured only to see that they had two wounds located on their leg and knowing that their aura cast isn't that effective, the better course of action is to do first aid.
First, they started to remove the cardigan, leaving them wearing their white over-sized blouse and tied it to the man's leg. Next, Takemizukachi removes their shoes and eventually their socks, tying them together before making a knot on the second man's leg.
Focusing on the magic reserves, they can hear a faint rumble of thunder and a small cackle of lightning as a yellow circle with an estimate of three meters in terms of radius started to glow as the two injured men. Even if their aura cast is weak, at least they can lessen the bleeding before the paramedics alive as Takemizukachi never wanted to have casualties; they never wanted blood to shed.
With the healing done, the two men had faces that shown relief, knowing that they would be saved from the first aid and their magical capabilities before the faekin just smiles, feeling dizzy.
[attr="class","clmtBody"] MacKenzie had a job to finish. The noise was growing, much louder than it should have been. Someone with abilities. Elf, perhaps? Could be a caster or gifted. What it was was besides the point. MacKenzie pulled out his headphones, the one he used while on duty as Cary Lane. Form fitting silicon, certified to protect ears from even close range sniper fire, and still able to play sound. He plugged them into the phone, swapping the sound from the bluetooth headset to the headphones. He dropped the phone through his shirt, avoiding the bandage that stuck out and attempted to block his attempt. [break][break] "MacKenzie. On headphones. Confirm contact." He could still hear the noise. It was quieter, he could hear if Zoe talked. [break][break] A delay. 'Contact confirmed.' Her voice was not a whisper. MacKenzie understood why. The noise was coming over her microphone as well. It was noticably quieter than it was inside the bank, with her being underground, but the grates let enough of the sound through. The good news was, the sound would keep anyone standing on the station form hearing her. 'Running deaf, guessing blind.' [break][break] MacKenzie swore. This just got way harder. The printer finished its job, and MacKenzie collected the papers. He toggled his mic on for a moment, giving Zoe a heads up to check on him. 'USB stick. Stick it in.' [break][break] They had talked about this before hand. The USB stick would wipe all records of what they just grabbed. Print queues, audit logs, search history... Zoe spent hours, days working on it. It would also install a worm, a backdoor. The backdoor was simplistic, obviously found. If it survived, Zoe would be able to have some fun in the future. If it died? The authorities would assume the worm was the primary goal of this secondary job. Win-win. [break][break] MacKenzie plugged in the USB stick, and took a swing at Gabriella. She did not see it coming. He was careful, it should only be enough to knock her out. But these things were not precise. Head trauma was never pretty. Hopefully she would wake up with a concussion, nothing more. [break][break] She was still breathing, and that was a good sign. [break][break] MacKenzie stood there waiting for his signal. [break][break] 'GO DARK!' and so he did. [break][break] MacKenzie ran for the front lobby, darkness spawning from around him. By the time he was in view of the lobby, there was nothing left to view. Total, complete darkness, stretching out to the street. Underground, reaching Zoe. MacKenzie's eyes changed, becoming almost mirror-like, not that anyone could see it. The sounds were louder here, but his earphones would filter the worst of it. [break][break] Assess the situation. Lots of heat off Logan's chest. Bleeding. Gut wound? Maybe slightly higher. Definetley higher, that much blood would not be a gut wound. Guard, on ground, clutching arm. Bright arm. Wounded, bleeding. Non-threat. Two sitting. Bright legs. Wounded, non-threat. Someone applying first aid. Busy, non-threat. Someone outside the bank, behind the pillar. Hiding, not running. Possible threat. Person. Gun. Not Logan. Threat. MacKenzie ran for the man, Adam. He still held the baton, fully extended. But MacKenzie had to stop, accounting for the utter insanity of Logan. MacKenzie turned around and ran the opposite direction.
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[attr="class","zrtPost"] Zoe hated not being there in person. People had tells, signs she could use to steer herself. Figure out more, faster, with fewer questions. She was already half blind, watching on a phone screen the size of her palm. The noise making her half deaf? That was annoying. The noise drowning out everything her teammates said over the comms? That was incredibly annoying. She could make out snippets, maybe. 'Ma.... eadph... irm cont...' [break]
It was MacKenzie.[break] CORRECT[break] Kenzie's on headphones.[break] CORRECT[break] Wants contact confirmation.[break] CORRECT
[break] Zoe spoke loudly into her microphone. The chances of others hearing her were slim, the subway was turning into its own sound chamber. Not as loud as the bank, not enough living bodies. But still loud. Someone on the surface would have been hard pressed to hear her voice even without the noise. "Contact confirmed. Running deaf, guessing blind." [break][break] She focused on Logan. Logan would be the tricky one. He did not have budphones. She had head the gunshots. She knew he had not fired. So someone had fired on him. This would not be a happy Logan. And the noise would make him even less so. It bothered Zoe, too. She had run down the list. It was an elf, distorting the sounds. But she had seen no elves in the bank. She confirmed they were outside the bank, but she could not place were. Well, she could, but randomly guessing places rarely works. Too many places, too much variation to powers. If they were a master of sound, they could potentially be a mile away. No, guessing where they were would not help. [break][break] Zoe focused on trying to get through to Logan. No luck. Either he did not care, or he did not hear. Zoe half expected to find out he crushed his headset when he started hearing the noise. [break]
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[break] Oh for fuck's sake.. [break][break] No helping Logan, not directly. She heard the screaming intensify in one ear. Her headpiece. MacKenzie [break]
Printer's done.[break] CORRECT[break] Paper's collected.[break] CORRECT[break] USB stick inserted.
[break] "Fuck's sake." Zoe wanted to sigh, but she opened her mic instead. "USB stick. Stick it in." MacKenzie knew what it did. Why he had not just used it was beyond her. Either way, it would do its magic. Erase their traces, install a backdoor, then nuke the connected computer, USB stick included. USB stick first. [break][break]
USB's loaded.[break] USB's loaded.[break] USB's loaded.[break] CORRECT[break] Program running.[break] Program running.[break] CORRECT
[break] "GO DARK!" She screamed it, drawing the attention of two people on the station. But they could not do anything before their vision was cut off. Zoe was now effectively blind and deaf. She was not dumb, but she certainly felt it. Her hand would not leave the mic, resting on the button that would let her be heard. She was afraid she would never find it if she let go. [break][break]
MacKenzie's injured.[break] Logan's too injured.[break] Someone's coming for me.[break] Logan's being an idiot.[break] MacKenzie's injured.[break] Logan's too injured.[break] Someone's coming for me.[break] Logan's being an idiot.[break] CORRECT
[break] Zoe was dumbfounded. That question should never be correct. Logan was too stubborn to admit when he was being an idiot. So he was about to do something so dumb, even he thought it was dumb. [break][break] And Zoe had an idea of what it could be.
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[attr="class","lbtTextContent"] Logan had missed it before. The difference in feeling between a human and a gifted was minimal. He knew MacKenzie's blood, could identify MacKenzie from a crowd. But sometimes noticing other gifted was hard, especially when they were near a gifted. One, in a sense, provided a mask for the other. [break][break] In this case, one person had, probably without intending to, used Logan as a mask against his powers. Said someone had just shot him. Three times. The first two struck his abdomen, doing damage in their own ways. [break][break] Damage to the diaphragm. Inconvenient but non-life threatening.[break] Damage to the digestive track. Life-altering, but not immediately dangerous. [break][break] The third hit a much different area. Shooting from the ground upwards towards something was difficult. Shooting from laying down? Hitting exactly where you wanted was uncommon. Adam might not have intended for this third shot to go so high. [break][break] Damage to the heart. 2/4 chambers completely non-functional. 1/4 torn. Rapid blood loss. [break][break] Logan felt no pain, but three powerful bullets to the chest still caused him to stagger. His breath was knocked out of him. But without pain, he inhaled easily once again. Blood was quickly leaving his body. His stomach was now pumping blood, he realized. The vessels within his body had rearranged, allowing blood to flow without going through the heart. What was currently leaking out of him was the amounts collected within the heart, aorta before the reroute point, and both vena cavas before the cutoff points. It would be a truly gruesome sight for anyone who saw. Logan knew he only had a short period before he had to start compensating for blood loss, too. For now, he could get away with leaving the automatic fixes in place. His stomach was pumping blood, his appendix had swelled and was filling in for most of his destroyed intestines. His lungs had been given their own musculature, allowing them to make up for the damage to his diaphragm. But the diaphragm damage was minimal. Logan undid that change. He would become lightheaded from a lack of blood before a lack of breath bothered him. Logan growled. His attention turned from his body to the man that had just shot him. [break][break] Logan yelled, only now realizing how loud his surroundings were. Everything was loud. He could not even hear himself. [break][break] Logan heard the comms open. He heard Zoe's voice, but could make out none of it. Too much noise. [break][break] Logan roared. He ripped out the earpiece, throwing it to the ground, and stomped on them. He looked back to the man that had shot him. The gifted. [break][break] But the sound bothered him too much. He slung a strap over his shoulder, the assault rifle clipped to it, at the same time removing the duffel bag. He reached in. The lights went out. [break][break] Or rather, MacKenzie was approaching. He had snuffed out the lights. His power. Logan was not bothered. He could still sense those around him. He could sense the gifted and the elf and the faekin. He knew the faekin had moved. And so had the el- [break][break] The elf. His hand that had been in the bag found one of the many grenades, and two ammo refills. He lifted them, pulling the pin on the grenade with his teeth. MacKenzie would be able to see the heat of the lit fuse, and some of the residual body heat on the bag. Zoe would probably just guess. [break][break] Logan, surrounded by darkness, dropped the grenade into the bag, and threw it out through the propped open doorway. It would skid to a stop just a few feet from the door, surrounded by cops, cars, and one very unlucky Elf, still shrouded in darkness.
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[attr="class","lbtDamageTitle"]Damage: 4/9
[attr="class","lbtDamageContents"] Life ending heart damage. 3 points.[break] Life altering gut damage. 1 point.[break] Life altering diaphragm damage. Not treated. 0 points.
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[attr="class","lbtNotesContent"] Things are kind of crazy! I'm not out to get any killing shots, so feel free to have the pillar block the grenades, or really anything that saves you.[break] Also a heads up that Logan's introspection is VERY short. Most of that takes place in 1-2 seconds.
Darkness?.. No, magic!" Raiores mumbled under his breath. He knew no regular darkness could blind him. He closed his eyes, finding no use for vision under given circumstances, and tried to make out what was going on inside with his other senses.
Apparently, Logan hadn't gone on an all rage first, he couldn't hear gunshots anymore. He was trying to figure out what his next move could be, as to come up with a plan to counter it.
There was a weird smell. Raiores couldn't tell what it was exactly for a moment, but it didn't feel safe. He heard something heavy hit the ground, could that be the bag the big guy had on him? It's been 2 seconds already, Raiores was sure of it. He couldn't feel time pass any more. He felt his blood stop pumping through his veins. It was so cold.
Of course he'd be scared. A grenade was right next to him. There were probably other weapons in there, giving to the explosion's radius. What does he do? Throw it back in, get the bad guys as well as the citizens killed? Throw it to the cops, or die as well as have the bank's gate collapse?
He'd choose the last if there weren't other choices. He didn't want to die. Should he just freak out and what happens happens? No, nothing good would come out of giving control to his emotions at a time like this.
He felt time flow again, as well as his blood. He was better collected now. How long do grenades take to explode usually, he assumed 5 seconds. If that was the case, he didn't expect but a little less than 2 seconds now.
It took him long enough to realise, but what he had to do was pretty simple. Without a moment of hesitation, he put his hand in and out of the bag, throwing the grenade far up as he could. It could damage the building at worst, but no fatal damge would be caueed. Not by the grenade at least.
The sound illusion changed to an explosion from where he stood, before he threw away the bag and ran towards where it landed. Hopefully, that'd be a signal for anyone in a dangerous spot to move away before the front of the bank falls on their heads in case it came to that.
If it did, and the door was blocked, maybe he'd have to worry about the citizens inside. Luckily, he could count on the human and faekin he had noticed inside. They seemed like only they could change a thing, if anyone could. He hoped so at least.
The explosion turned out to be the start of an exciting song he felt like listening as he kept going on, putting his opponent in right spots. And destroying the bank in the process. But that wasn't all. He now has most of his opponent's weapons. Better, he could see again, having moved some distance from the bank. Even better, he was ready to continue with planning. He let a jackass smirk take over his face as he watched the bank, trying to spot anything that could be dangerous inside. Gunshots, explosions, etc. He assumed they hadn't but the rifle now, unless he had put it in the bag before throwing it. And the ammo was probably limited now.
He took some weapons, grenades, and ammo, before throwing the rest of the weapons in the bag to the cops. From behind a corner. Up next, Raiores was back at the spot he was when it all started. Sharing his music with the whole street. His bag of snacks was still there. He would take a bite every few as he observed the bank, plotting the next move. Despite all that's going on right now and the intensity of the situation, maybe a calm day where he enjoys sweets peacefully isn't what he wished for after all.
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