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Nov 30, 2009 1:25:07 GMT -5
Post by wingzero7x on Nov 30, 2009 1:25:07 GMT -5
Gothum, a city of darkness, shrouded in shadows filled with demons, but within these shadows also moves its guardian. The guardian is much like a demon himself, only he serves to protect the people, while others would shroud them in fear and death. The Guardian was soon joined by others to help bring light to this city. However the course of time has invited more demons, calling the need for more guardians. There are but a few rules for these Guardians, these hero's of Gothum. One of the most important, do not kill, less you'd become like the enemy you fight against. One Guardian has just moved into Gothum, a talented boy, however, one who breaks this rule...but is he wrong?
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Dec 17, 2009 1:22:51 GMT -5
Post by wingzero7x on Dec 17, 2009 1:22:51 GMT -5
A man ran through the dark alleys of the lower end of Gotham, his breathing was erratic, his heart pounded like a jackhammer, a bag of robbed money in his right hand, the blood of its former owner on his left. His vision wavered as he passed in and out of shadows from the over head lights, his heart stopping every time he stepped into the darkness, fearing who might hide in them. He came up to a wooden fence and sped up to vault it. Then in the span of .79 seconds, something flashed between his legs and he was tumbling into the alley wall, where he sat and searched for what happened. "Must be tied up...must be tide up...get the ropes off" he thought. His mind finally registered what had happened, as he looked down, he had no legs to tie up. He screamed in pain, he looked to see his legs laying 15 feet in front of him. As he screamed to the sky, he saw the three-bladed disk that severed his legs, small smears of his blood dripped onto his face. Loud footsteps now moved toward him, echoing in the alleyway. A dark figure moved toward him, a 14 inch blade gleaming in his right hand. "...d....don't...don't kill me!...I didn't mean to...you can't...you can't kill me!" The dark figure stopped in front of the lowly stump before him. "Your Batman! You don't kill! You don't..." THWUK. The mans jaw sprang open, the blade coming out of the roof of his mouth and down his throat. The dark figure turned around without a second glance and left, then he said, "Who said I was Batman?" He pulled out a flare and cracked it, tossing it in front of the corpse; cops would find this shit head. He moved his way out of the alley dragging his hand across the building, absorbing materials, careful not to take too much from one place, which could cause the building to become unstable. With his other hand stretched out, absorbing the mid summer heat. As he continued, his steps got heavy, absorbing so much extra weight. Clearing the alley way he stretched out his hands in front of him as he stood on the sidewalk. He closed his eyes accessing his memories like a computer, pulling up the blueprints of what he needed. He the released it all, metallic light glowing through his eyelids, light flushes of vertigo go through his body, but he keeps his balance. When he opened his eyes there was an MV Agusta F4R312 Motor Cycle, fastest on the market, beautiful to see, free. He caught motion to his right, a woman, tears polluted with her mascara dripping on the corpse in her arms, her husband with 3 gunshots to the chest. She was scared as she watched his power. He hopped on the bike and hit the ignition. The woman let out a small mumble, "Did...did you...is he..." The woman was maybe in her 50's, at the look of the ring she had been married to him for more than 20 of them, she wanted justice. He couldn't let her hatred stay, it would destroy her. "Cops will be here soon," he said. "You will see your husband again one day, till then he'll wait for you." It was all he could say as she touched her husbands face. He shot off down the street as he heard the sirens. As he slowed he heard a beep on his wrist. His crime update, glancing at his wrist he got the location, outskirts of town, a pedifile murderer. He sped down to get him, hopefully before another victim appeared.
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Feb 15, 2010 0:02:59 GMT -5
Post by Joanna on Feb 15, 2010 0:02:59 GMT -5
It was a warm summers night. The kind of night where you could walk around in your bathing suit and be fine . In this city , however, you were likely to be deemed worthy of the neighboring island asylum if you did that. What with all the masks, freaks, weirdos, and gangs running around, it was a wonder anyone even lived in the sprawling city of Gotham. Still, people were persistent and decided to weather the storm, residing in the sunny, mostly threat-less day. A handful, on the other hand, decide to lurk in the darkness and rid the streets of the rats that had dug their burrows deep into the very foundations of the Utopian city. A young woman, approximately in her mid-twenties, stands on the roof of a warehouse overlooking a private residence. This "rat-hunter" had picked up the trail of a particular child-snatching vermin and was determined to catch him. Black framed eyes shown a deep blue in the light from the street-lamps not too far below. Those eyes driffted to a chattering at her side; a brown monkey with inteligent eyes looked up impatiently at his life-long friend as chatters continued to roll out of his mouth. "Mouky!" the girl started, "I know that it has been five hours, but you have to behave." Annoyance flashed across his featured as Mouky resumed his chattering. The girl turned her head to fully face Mouky and pushed back a strand of black hair that had fallen out of her hood and into her face. "Keep acting like that and I wont give you any strawberries!" Mouky immediately halted his chattering. We can only assume that the now quiet creature had resulted to insulting the girl. After a few more moments on the rooftop, the hooded girl shimmied down the side of the building; fallowed closely by the brown kapuchin who had taken up quietly humming a rough interpretation of the 007 theme song, only to be shushed by the young woman. Mouky jumped on her shoulder as she kit the ground and the silent pair melded with the shadows, crossed the street and slid through an open window of the targeted house.
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Feb 15, 2010 2:45:01 GMT -5
Post by wingzero7x on Feb 15, 2010 2:45:01 GMT -5
He sped fast, a good 20 miles faster than he should have been, but it didn't bother him. The moonlight and lit streetlights, the ones that weren't burnt out or broken, reflected off his silver armor, not bulky but thin plates no bigger than a sheet of paper overlapping each other to form his sharp suit, topped off with his custom helmet which looked like someone had taken every syfi armor and melded them into one. He didn't wear it for his need for safety, the armor was actually quite weak, but flexible, it was so he could act fast and fierce, something he could fight in, much like another character of Gotham. There weren't many cars to dodge at this time of night, everyone was locked up in their homes, praying that it wasn't their turn for a psychopath to come blasting through their door. His goal was to remove that fear entirely. His slowed as he came down to 1 block to his target. Coming to a stop he parked his bike in an alley. He took two steps from the alleys exit and touched the wall, again focusing on the materials in the building and absorbing them, using barely any energy this time he then projected a simple brick wall to fill in the alleyway entrance, keep his ride safe...maybe. He looked up towards the top of the same building, 3 stories up with only a few windows, drainpipes, and worn away bricks, he'd need a vantage point. He rolled his shoulders and slightly waved his hands, a slight breeze built up around his arms, he then leaped 6 ft up the building, the wind appearing to lift him up, kicking off the wall he leaped to the apposing building grabbing onto a drain pipe, followed by a few more well executed free running moves he was at the top. He then sprinted toward his target, a private residence in an warehouse area. He leaped from building to building, fortunately it a straight row to get to his target. 3 houses away he skid to a stop, something caught his eye. Crouching now he moved to the front end of the roof where he peered over the 2 foot ledge guard. Someone just ran into the building, the target? "Was that a monkey?"
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Feb 18, 2010 13:21:25 GMT -5
Post by Joanna on Feb 18, 2010 13:21:25 GMT -5
The first sensation that greated the duo was an overwhelming stench. The girl covered her mouth in an attempt to breath and Moukey's fur stood on end. Little hands covered the monkey's mouth and he pretended to faint, falling off of the girls shoulder. She shook her head and looked at the brown creature, "Mouky, be serious about this." Her voice was muffled by her hand and she moved foreward in the dark. Her free hand traced lightly along the wall, trying to find a light switch or a door. Moukey dramatically stumbled after.
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Feb 20, 2010 16:07:38 GMT -5
Post by wingzero7x on Feb 20, 2010 16:07:38 GMT -5
No doubt that was a monkey on the back of...whoever that was. Not the perp though. The perps building was a brick styled apartment, crisscrossing fire escapes on the front with an old shop at the bottom. He'd have to follow fast, the update he got said a young girl had disappeared as well, more than likely connected to the perp he was after, a god damned pedophile. He put his hand on an old billboard sign up on the roof, absorbing all of the metal from the beams, what was left of the wooden sign dropped and clambered onto the roof. He stepped back twenty feet to the center of the roof, the added weight he absorbed made his footsteps fell heavier than normal, yet his thick skin of armor was still silent. He then charged to the edge of the roof a long pole forming out of his hands into a toothpick like staff about 4 feet long. At the edge he rammed the tip into the roof, leaping forward to the other building. He kept his body flat and pointed with his arms at his side, right hand still firmly gripping the staff. In the split of a second he focused the remaining metal material into the staff, rapidly increasing the size to about 10 feet long, launching him 30 ft above the roof level. He condensed the metal in in the staff to shrink the size to 4 feet again, making it heavier. And again, as he began his decent, arms spread out with his right arm wrapped around the staff, and his legs slightly bent, the wind flowed around him unnaturally denser. As his decent came to the targets house, he slowed till his body landed as if her were in water. He knelt on the roof and placed a hand on the roof; focusing his energy, he fell through as the roof parted below him. Even through his suit, it smelt really bad.
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Apr 13, 2010 12:12:12 GMT -5
Post by Joanna on Apr 13, 2010 12:12:12 GMT -5
Her hand found what she was looking for and she flipped the switch. Pale, light flooded the room the girl and kipuchen occupied. It looked llike a normal enough bed-room. There was a twin matress on one side of the room with a bedside table and a light. Other than that, the room was compleatly bare. Checking under the bed and between the mattreses revealed that the smell wasn't coming from this room. Mouky's investigation led to him looking under the door and quietly chattering away. Xana glanced at Mouky and shut off the lights. Mouky shut his mouth and climbed onto Xana's shoulders again, still holding his nose. Maybe the perp finaly came home
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Apr 13, 2010 17:18:19 GMT -5
Post by wingzero7x on Apr 13, 2010 17:18:19 GMT -5
The top level of the apartment was storage, just a place for the occupants to cram their unwanted shit, or at least for the one shit head that lived here. He didn't get an update on the residency of the place, but that God awful stench was too terrible to live in. Got to be carefull though. He stood up from his crouched position, his armor glisned in the shadows. His armor was a multisectional suit of armor plates, scales, and a personally made iron fiber fabric, ranging in black and silver faded chrome. All topped off with his helmet, fitted with sensors that gave him a scan of the room. He had full vision, even though his helmet had no seems to look through, the interior screen over his eyes allowed him full normal vision, as if his head were bare. It also gave him active thermal and night vision. None he needed to find his target though, he had a little trick for that. Staff still in hand, he stabbed it into the ground. He put both hands on the staff, followed by a slight glow in the staff, which melted into the floor. Suddenly the light warped at blinding speed around the walls, through the ground, throughout the whole apartment, overlapping everything, as well as anyone in the building. The light wouldn't alert anyone as long as there was light in their room. The light erupted up the pole and seemed to melt into his arm. 2 people, a monkey, one approaching the other, the other with the monkey in an apartment room, 4 floors down. He made his way to the stairs. There was something else in what he scanned from the building. In a few rooms from where the other 3 generally were, there were...other figures, piled up, some more whole than others. Anger clenced his staff firmly as he entered the stairwell, and in two stepps to the railing he vaulted over and fell 3 floors, stabbing the ledge of the 3rd he swung himself onto the 4th one down. He placed his hand on the wall, and his staff, still rammed into the stairwell, was absorbed into the concrete the stairs were made of, and erected from the wall he was faceing. He slid the staff clean out, both holes from the staff had been sealed as well. He took a minute to recollect his thoughts. "That better not be one of Bat's wards, or this night will get far to complicated."
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May 5, 2010 16:29:07 GMT -5
Post by Joanna on May 5, 2010 16:29:07 GMT -5
Someone was there on the other side of the door. The footsteps indicated a significant limp in one of his legs and the coughing revealed that the man wasn't in the best of shape. The doornob turned and Xana hid behind the door with Mouky on her shoulders holding his breath.
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May 15, 2010 23:30:35 GMT -5
Post by wingzero7x on May 15, 2010 23:30:35 GMT -5
He moved down the hallway he could hear the man just around the corner slide in his key and open his door, coughing and clearing his throat. He peeked around the corner to get a glimpse of the man. Receding hair line, gray, in his 50's, that was him. Unfortunately he was also in the same room as the other figure, and the monkey, he grinned at that thought. He'd have to be quick about this, he still didn't want to be noticed too much.
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May 18, 2010 12:02:26 GMT -5
Post by Joanna on May 18, 2010 12:02:26 GMT -5
Xana reached around the door, grabbed the man's wrist and pulled, flipping him over her shoulder and onto his back. Mouky, who wasn't expecting this, chattered wildly into Xana's ear something that roughly sounded like, "What did you do that for?" and something else. "Shult up, Mouky." was all she said before tying (sp?) the man with the bed sheets, as there was no rope to use. "Where is the girl, you piece of shit?!"
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May 18, 2010 23:57:56 GMT -5
Post by wingzero7x on May 18, 2010 23:57:56 GMT -5
He was at the door now, listening in on the conversation, the sound of bead sheets and helpless struggling, the mans grunting, the monkey going crazy, "Shult up, Mouky.". British? Not one of Bats people, someone new? How will you continue? Because unfortunately, you won't find the girl the way you wished you would. He prepared himself as he held his staff in a ready position. He thought, "So what kind of Hero are you, the kind that makes a symbol, or are you going to get your hands dirty?"
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Jun 2, 2010 12:36:51 GMT -5
Post by Joanna on Jun 2, 2010 12:36:51 GMT -5
The man coughed a bit more before spitting in Xana's face. Wet saliva met uncovered skin, making her pull back a few inches, just out of projectile range. With a slight shiver, she wiped the saliva off of her face and back-handed the man with the same hand. The contact sent the man to the ground where he landed with a busted lip and a splitting headache. Xana grabbed what was left of the man's hair and pulled the, now screaming, man back into a sitting position, "You can't do this," he screamed, "I have rights!" A combination of perplection and stun crossed the newer hero's face, "Rights?" By this time, Mouky ran behind the door. He didn't like the yelling. Menace laced her next words, "So," she placed her foot on the man's crotch,"You have the right to kidnap children," Slowly, she increased the preasure on the man's nether regions and he whimpered slightly, "Does that mean I have the right to throw you out the window?" His breathing quickened and his voice reached a higher pitch than normal, "N-n-no 'm'!" "I'll ask you one more time, where is the girl?" By now, the man was sweating. All he did was ferociously shake his head, "No".
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Jun 5, 2010 3:52:32 GMT -5
Post by wingzero7x on Jun 5, 2010 3:52:32 GMT -5
Ruthless, passionate, but not like me. He thought that over. "No" he heard the man say. He gripped hard on his staff, "Come on you fuck, admit it, she's dead." he remained silent. He still didn't want to get noticed by anyone in the Hero department, but it all depended upon what the new girl would do when she found out the truth, that like so many times, the snakes crawl out of their cages and slither for their next meal, because we were too noble to chop off its head.
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Jun 8, 2010 12:10:51 GMT -5
Post by Joanna on Jun 8, 2010 12:10:51 GMT -5
Mouky decided that his hiding space was not sufficient and he wandered out of his corrner behind the door and into the hallway where he ran into the armored leg of... something that wasn't there before. Mouky looked up cautiously into the faceless whatever and let out a screach and made a run for it back to his friend.
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