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| Topic Started: Feb 19 2014, 09:32 PM (231 Views) | |
| Darkstar | Feb 19 2014, 09:32 PM Post #1 |
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Feb 19, 10:04 am ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gracefully, the blond SHIELD agent moved through the revolving door of the Midtown financial institution, dusting her shoulders free of any lingering snowflakes. She was off duty, but believe it or not, even super heroines had financial obligations on top of government duties. Laynia had always been an early riser, imbedded into her being from an early age, she hoped this last errand would go smoothly and she would return to enjoying her day just like many others situated in the bank. The crowded bank was busy, full of customers of all shapes and sizes alongside well-dressed employees whom were working diligently to appease their clientele. She was dressed casually, but elegantly nonetheless and strode across the ceramic tile flooring, her heeled boots clicking as she walked to join other patrons in line for the tellers. Her thick, tweed petty coat flowed behind her as she moved ever so closer to the queue before yielding to a halt. She pivoted on her heel, allowing her senses to take in her surroundings. It seemed that many working people had recovered from the joys of Christmas spending, now they wished to invest their extra income, make withdrawals for weekly pocket money and speak to the experts in regards to loans as well as long term financial planning. Well, she assumed at least, the latter was what had brought the Russian beauty here today. Despite how she would never admit it or address her concerns freely, Laynia was determined to retire one day and while her government salary was not extravagant, her government pension and benefits was nothing to bat an eyelash at and she wished to make the most of it. With the grim number of forty not far off in the horizon and only herself to rely on, it was time to make the most of the opportunity to set money aside for the inevitable rainy day. The line progressed and she took a couple small steps forward, smiling at a stranger when their eyes happened to meet, breaking eye contact after a couple seconds to check her modest timepiece strapped to her wrist. Yes, even homo superior could be victim to awkwardness during social encounters and while she allowed her eyes and ears to take in the environment around her again, she admired the architecture above and around her, the vaulted ceilings and archways she was especially fond of. Her guard down and her mind occupied, she didn't even have to think about moving forward as the line shuffled again, slowly…very slowly. It was calm, pleasing atmosphere and for someone used to the exact opposite in their life, it was a lovely break from the ordinary. Then, mere moments later, there was a scream as a nearby security guard dropped to the ground, bleeding from his face. She turned her head quickly as those around her in line dropped almost instinctively to the same tile flooring, many of them covering their heads, others trying to peer around their surroundings from the ground. “EVERYBODY BE COOL, THIS IS A ROBBERY!” Craning her neck again, there was a masked man up at the line of tellers, with a fully automatic assault rifle in hand as he started to bark orders demanding they move from behind the desks and come out front where they could be seen. They shuffled out in an orderly fashion, obviously they had been trained to not resist such a situation. One of the few still on her feet, she stood out like a sore thumb and another man approached brandishing a shotgun and he pointed it right in her face, point blank range. “GET DOWN ON THE GROUND! I’ll BLOW YOUR HEAD RIGHT OFF! GET DOWN!” Fearlessly or foolishly, depending almost entirely on perspective she let her eyes move right along the barrel of the weapon, looking into the eyes hidden behind a black, balaclava. “Alright. You are in charge here.” She raised her hands slowly before lowering her body face down on the hard ground. She would have loved to relieve him of that weapon and maybe feed him the butt of the shotgun, but now was not the time. As she dropped to her knees, another man with a mask and a suit came from one of the offices with a series of managers and financial planners blindly following him and dropping to their knees alongside the frightened group of customers. Browsing the situation at hand the best she could from her view point, she counted 5 men, all masked and caring weapons. The four security guards had been relieved of their side arms, but they haven’t taken any money from the tellers. Something told Laynia these guys were here for the big day. Three of them were conversing, quietly, as the other two moved amongst the crowd of hostages, civilian and bank employee alike. Three of them left her line of sight, she assumed heading to the back rooms where the safety deposit boxes were held and of course the biggest prize, the bank’s vault. The remaining two kept trained eyes and trigger fingers focused on the fearful crowd and she began weighing her options. |
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| Peter Wisdom | Apr 6 2014, 08:46 PM Post #2 |
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In the age of the internet - a phrase which, incidentally, got right up Pete’s nose - there wasn’t much need for visiting actual banks. There were still some things that couldn’t be done through his laptop at 4am, however, and so Pete found himself traipsing from the Flatiron to the bank at some ungodly hour in the morning. He needed caffeine, but bugger if he was going to buy a skinny soy latte machiato with syrup in a cardboard cup or whatever it was that they served in Starbucks. They might try and make him buy a ‘breakfast muffin’. Only wankers ever ordered breakfast muffins in his opinion. Finishing off his cigarette, Pete tossed the end to the ground and gave it a cursory twist his heel. A passerby gave him a dirty look for that and he smiled, ironically pleasant as he had no intention of picking up the fag end and chucking it in the bin, despite the fact it was only a few paces to his left. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his coat in an attempt to warm them up, Wisdom made his way up the steps and into the slightly warmer atmosphere of the bank. “Fuck’s sake.” He muttered, as he noted the long, very slow looking line of people shuffling slowly towards the desks. “Just my bloody luck.” As he joined the end of the queue, it occurred to him that he should have chosen his words more carefully as Murphy’s Law had a habit of biting him right in the arse. Today it seemed to be intent on taking a healthy chunk out of both cheeks. A scream split the air and a security guard went down, and Pete was immediately searching for the threat, his eyes alighting on men packing some serious hardware. “Fuck me.” He should have noticed them, even in such a crowded space. He was getting complacent. Personally he blamed the time he spent being annoyed by breakfast muffins. The men brandished their guns with the ease of people familiar with weaponry and screamed at everyone to get on the ground. Pete’s eyes darted between the spread of the various bank robbers and the large amount of civilians. The question was whether he could hit each of the bank robbers before one of them opened fire. Judging that the civilian cost would be too high from his current position and angle, Pete sank obediently to this knees. He didn’t want to draw any attention to himself just yet. Of course, other people had different ideas, and he looked up to see a familiar blonde Russian facing down the barrel of a gun. Immediately he tensed, ready to move if needs be and bugger the consequences. There was no need for that in the end, as Laynia got on her knees and Pete relaxed slightly. The gang split up, and with two remaining with the hostages Pete began to feel as though they might actually have a chance, if only he could attract Laynia’s attention without alerting their armed guards that they knew each other. “Oi, mate, is this going to take long? I need a piss.” Pete spoke up, directing his question to the nearest gunman, though his eyes darted in Laynia’s direction, hoping that she’d heard and was now alerted to his presence. Not the most subtle way of making her aware of his location, but there was just too many between them for Pete to try to crawl towards her, and this way at least, the gunmen would assume he was trying to attract their attention rather than anyone else’s. The nearest man stalked towards him and raised the butt of his machine gun, angling at Pete’s temple. “It’s going to take as long as it takes. If you want to live to see the end of it, you’d better shut the fuck up.” The gun drew back and then slammed in, cracking against the side of his head. For a moment, Wisdom’s vision blacked out and he sprawled to one side. The sound of whimpering from the other hostages pulled him back to awareness and he sat back up slowly, feeling the trickle of blood sliding down the side of his face. “Understood.” He replied to the man’s retreating back before his gaze moved beyond and sought out Laynia, giving her a brief nod of acknowledgment as their eyes met, brushing off the dizziness that move caused him. He was certain they could take the two down, but it would be a case of whether that would end up alerting the three in the vault to what was going on. |
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| Darkstar | Apr 15 2014, 08:05 PM Post #3 |
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Face down on the cool, marble floor, the blond mutant craned her neck the best her physiology would allow. Unfortunately her options were lacking, currently two men moved through the main room, overseeing the crowd while the other members of the group got down to business and were out of sight. She looked around again (the most her laying down position would permit), meeting eyes with other hostages as she searched for the answers to this dilemma. Her main concern was the close quarters, numerous civilians and the rather impressive array of weaponry these thugs had brought along for the ride. Yes, these were all concerning factors. Even if she could disable them without being harmed, other people in the vicinity would more than likely not be as lucky. It was an additional act of violence that captured her attention, breaking her train of thought and Laynia soon realized she was not alone. At first she believed it to be just another rattled civilian, but to her relief the voice was familiar and the accent unmistakable. Wisdom. Peter Wisdom. The British agent seemed be lucky enough to also be in the right place at the right time and just happened to be face down a mere ten meters away from her current position. Their eyes met and she tilted her head just to clarify that she had indeed seen him. While still the odds were stacked against them, the two of them had a collective ace in the hole. Military training and mutant powers was a formidable combination. This was a bank robbery and these men, were more than likely career criminals at best. Otherwise regular people, with regular lives, these men were not super powered demi gods, nor did they have an army of unbeatable ranks at their beck and call. Surely, they would get sloppy. She waited, playing the part of a terrified woman well, with her hands covering the back of her head and aside from breathing, she didn’t make a sound. Few people would peg the leggy blond as an immediate threat and she knew it, she expected it and took complete advantage of it. Even as she began to crawl on her belly, she remained silent, closing the distance between her and Wisdom, as uniting their forces seemed to be the most viable plan. She almost got caught and froze to a halt before being seen. As the armed man walked past her, she made brief but accurate hand gestures to Wisdom, he was still several meters away but surely he could make out the universal signals. The two of them were from an older era of espionage and intelligence, surely they had learned the same signals from their respectively agencies. Five hostiles. She opened her palm, but kept her arm parallel with the ground to avoid being seen quite yet. She pointed to Wisdom and then to herself. Making a reference to the nearest man holding an automatic rifle, which was then followed by a decisive nod. The second of the two was still holding point at the entrance, but their window was open now. In one swift motion the agent sprung herself to her feet, physical strength and her mutant powers played an equal part and the woman rocketed to her feet. Closing the distance in seconds, she grabbed the barrel of the gun and pointed it upwards, towards the sky and immediately felt a rigid elbow to her torso. Gritting her teeth, the game of tug o’ war continued, the men before her was a large fellow and quite strong, but she wasn’t deterred. Instead she directed her own series of blows to the man, purposely avoiding his body armour. She heel kicked his left knee with such force that man nearly buckled over before regaining his balance, but the onslaught continued just as a series of gunfire erupted from near the entrance. Instinctively she ducked low and twisted the rifle clockwise a couple times, wrapping the strap around the man’s arm tightly, turning it once more just to ensure she had a firm hold. She lunged upward with a knee and used the hold on his arm to pull the punk into her welcoming arms, relieving him of his weapon as a stray bullet grazed just a little too close. Taking a small chunk out of her right arm, still gripping the rifle, she somersaulted out of the line of fire and behind the series of tellers’ desks. She gave her head a shake once in a temporary position of safety, but confirmed it was a flesh wound and she was in no danger of bleeding out. A brief moment of disbelief, she scolded herself for being foolish and began to forge a portal for herself, deciding to go right to the source of the problem. Initially the energy, the dark force collected at her finger tips but lacked the necessary form and density for the portal to take shape. Something wasn’t right, what or who was tampering with her level of focus? It was concerning on its own and then things got really weird. Ouch. That looks like it stings …Laynia heard the words clear as day and pivoted on the balls of feet expecting someone to be behind her, but there was nothing, no one. Did these dime store thugs have a telepath in their ranks? |
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| Peter Wisdom | Jun 6 2014, 10:09 PM Post #4 |
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Pete’s little attention grabbing stunt seemed to work it’s magic as Laynia caught his eye and inclined her head to let him know that she had seen him. She seemed to be on the same wavelength, as she gradually began to move towards him, and Wisdom closed the gap from his side as well, slowly and carefully. They both froze as some of the gunmen moved closer and Pete was reluctant to risk getting caught by trying to get closer to Laynia. She seemed to have the same idea, staying where she was, and instead signaled her intentions with those hand gestures Pete knew almost too well. As Laynia launched herself at the nearest gunman, Pete was a little slower off the mark as he took a less direct route towards the second man standing at the door. “Quicker, quicker.” Pete muttered, as he clambered over assorted bodies to the tune of Laynia kicking the shit out of one man, while the other caught wind of the disturbance and opened fire. Clearly he wasn’t concerned about accidentally hitting his accomplice in the process. As it turned out, the disturbance caused by Laynia worked in his favour and he was able to close the distance between himself and his target. Pete sent a handful of hot knives slicing through the barrel of the gun, though they were weaker than he would like and not focused in the usual way. “Guns don’t solve anything, mate.” Before his target could arm himself again, Pete went for a more direct line of attack, lunching in for a punch to the face. His punch was blocked but it allowed him to step closer in, so he was able to apply a forceful knee to the crotch. There was nothing particularly elegant about the way Pete fought; he went for what was going to hurt the most and finish the fight the quickest. A bullet zipping past him warned Pete that the man Laynia had taken the rifle from had other hardware on him and that left him exposed. Hazarding a glance, he saw Laynia disappearing behind the teller’s desk, evidently looking for cover. As more bullets began to fly, and his opponent began to get the other hand, Pete was inclined to think he should join her. As the man he was fighting tried to haul him into the line of his colleague’s fire, Pete turned the momentum around, spinning them just in time to feel the satisfying thunk of bullets hitting a body and an accompanying howl of pain. Using the distraction to his advantage, Pete grabbed a gun from the belt of his human shield, shoved the main himself to the floor and fired back. It was something of a risky move with hostages around, but it seemed unlikely they would be spared either way as he and Laynia had stepped out of line. A muffled cry rose from the hostages as one of the bullets hit home, sending a spray of blood and brains across the floor of the bank. Pete winced internally as the man’s body slumped to the floor. He disliked going for the kill shot but he didn’t have much of a choice. “You injured, love?” Pete called out to Laynia as he adjusted his grip on his newly acquired gun and used it to smack the still alive but definitely bleeding second gunman around the head, knocking him out. A wave of dizziness suddenly sent the world spinning and he staggered slightly, reaching out to prop himself up. Don’t lose your head. “Have they got a fucking telepath?” Pete muttered, as he tried to keep himself upright and look for Laynia at the same time. If that was the case they either needed to finish this quickly or they needed some serious back up. |
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| Darkstar | Jul 24 2014, 04:00 PM Post #5 |
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JP Wisdom and Darkstar ---------------------------------- Time seemed to slow down for a moment, seconds felt like hours and she took the needed time to compose herself, the adrenaline was ruthlessly pumping through her veins. Blinded by her choice in cover she took a couple minutes to simply listen, gently prodding at her upper arm where a bullet had taken a small chunk out of her shoulder. It hurt, it hurt a lot actually, but she had taken more bullets than she had eaten hot meals, and while she was no doctor, she knew she would live once it was properly cleaned and stitched up by a professional. Pain was only temporary, a minor setback, she could push through the pain, use it as a motivator. A pair of professionals in their own right, they had been trained to expect the unexpected, to help those in need and maintain order in a world constantly at war. Sometimes the battles were large and grandiose, others were, like they current location were minor in comparison, but important nonetheless. The lives of those in the bank were at risk, a moral code had to be upheld, hopefully as easily as possible. It was then she noticed that she wasn’t the only one who had taken cover. A terrified woman had jammed her entire body underneath a desk, Laynia extended a hand almost instantly. “We are here to help, you’ve tripped the silent alarm?” The woman nodded, wide eyed and frightened. “Great. Help is on the way.” She nodded back, her hand still there for the taking. Her demeanor was calm, she always had her head while under pressure or at least appeared to and that was half the battle. Since she was unable to see, Laynia listened ever so intently to the noises bursting from the other side of the thick, oak counter. Fire arms, the sound of slumping masses of human flesh, followed by a moment of silence. To her relief, Wisdom’s voice echoed throughout the bank soon after, from the walls to the ceiling and cautiously she poked her head out from her hiding place and called out to her fellow agent. “Just my pride, thankfully.” She offered a genuine smile to the woman next to her and when she finally stood to her full height, the woman took her hand, leaving her hiding place with assurance that no harm would come to her. “Well, that’s an easy fix.” Pete replied, almost absently, as he moved towards Laynia. “I’ll buy you a couple of drinks and you’ll forgot all about it...” He trailed off, frowning slightly as he did so. What’s wrong, Agent? Feeling a little woozy. Dizziness hit Pete again, and he reached out to lean against the nearest solid surface, trying to stop the world from spinning too fast. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t felt like this before but it was usually after the pleasure of a drink or five. Her eyes panned the crowd as she guided the female teller out to the main area of the bank, still she gripped the woman’s hand with a confident amount of pressure. They needed to clear the crowd out of here, especially if things got messy again. “After a day like this, I just may take you up on that.” She mustered a smile, she could appreciate Wisdom’s rather casual attitude, sarcasm…which ever you could classify it under, it was refreshing in such a scenario. “Everyone, please listen. Slowly and carefully move to the exit, help one another and please try to remain calm…Help is on the way.” Reaffirming a calm demeanor was crucial in crowd control, especially in such a hostile situation such as an armed robbery. Laynia took control of the evacuation of the civilians from the bank and Pete observed the process carefully, considering the fact the telepath and the one who had gone with him weren't bothering to do anything about this apart from a few little party tricks from telepath. The money was obviously the goal which meant they could ignore the escaping civilians even if that meant the police would be alerted, but they had to know that with two SHIELD agents involved, the authorities were already aware of what was going on. Which in turn meant they were confident in their ability to finish the job and escape without getting caught. The whole situation troubled him. “Ever feel like that was a little bit too easy?” Lifting a hand up he brushed at the oozing blood as it began to dry on his face and immediately winced as he touched the wound itself. “ She moved towards Pete as he leaned against a wall, concern plastered on her features. A head injury was always a serious affair. She placed her hand on his chin and tilted his hand back to examine the depth of the wound. “Old war horses like us are built tough…You know how I know this?” As her fingers gently moved around the wound, she patched it with a small square of darkforce, at least it would keep blood from obscuring his vision. “That you think that was easy. But, I think you’ll survive.” Her eyes narrowed as she craned her neck as the frightened crowd flocked to the exit. Standing to her full height, Laynia heard the same, soft but piercing words bouncing inside her cranium, What’s wrong, Agent? Feeling a little woozy. She gave her head a shake, it was a vain attempt to clear her mind. “Also, ever feel like there’s a telepath whispering things in your head to distract you from remembering that he’s robbing a bank?” Pete questioned, sardonic, despite the obvious danger of the situation they had found themselves in. How cute. She thought back, not knowing if this mystery telepath was listening or not. Pete wasn't certain that he wanted Darkforce that close to him but there you go, beggars couldn't be choosers, after all. "Let's make this next bit even easier, yeah?" He replied, winking. “Most definitely. I’m curious why he or she hasn’t stopped us in our tracks yet…” Maybe he wasn’t as powerful as he would have liked them to think, that was a calming thought, although some null tech would definitely be a hot commodity. She took a couple slow deep breaths, running her mind through a series of strategies, part of her wanted to run in blind, test this cheeky telepaths bite to go along with all that barking. Her more rational side was aware of the dangers of such a bold move, her thought process paused momentarily, providing more direction to aid the fleeing crowd of people. "If he was strong enough to take us down from here, he probably would have" Pete commented. "So it's either stupidity or arrogance holding him back." He paused and inclined his head a fraction to one side. "Or his powers are proximity based and as soon as we charge in there he'll be able to take us down." He gave a sharp, mock cheerful smile. "Guess we'll find out about that one." They could wait for backup, although that seemed to only delay the inevitable. Surely the same men planned to leave the bank at whatever means necessary. It was concerning and she knew she couldn’t let that happen. She glanced around, snatching up a pistol that lay near her feet, and releasing the clip into her other hand with the precision that only practice could provide. She counted the remaining rounds in the magazine and fed it back into the pistol, pleased with what she had found. Nodding to herself, she tucked the pistol behind her back, in the waist line of her trousers. Her eyes found Wisdom’s face immediately after and she nodded, a faint dark purple aura radiated around her. “I think we hit them, hard. If we can rock them from their foundation, we can bide the time until reinforcements arrive. What do you think Mr Defender?” As she retrieved a gun and checked the rounds, Pete did the same, as back up for his powers. "Sounds as good a plan as any to me. Let's get in there." He glanced at the aura around her and then stepped in closer, assuming she was about to teleport them into the vault “The telepath may lose us during the ‘port, it may give us the advantage we need.” She spoke with confidence even if she wasn’t a hundred perfect certain, it was definitely worth a shot. Uncertain with how Wisdom would feel about passing through an inter-dimensional gate, she offered a few words of encouragement and a hand if he chose to take it. “Stay close, I’ll take us through the other side.” The full manifestation of her powers engulfed them in a murky haze of energy, seamlessly it consumed them. For many years she had never really concerned herself with the nature of this strange dimension they were passing though, its lack for any regard for principles of time and space were interesting enough, unexplainable even, but it had become habit over so many years of using it like it was normal, that was how the Soviets had explained it to her, that it was essentially her birth right to control such things. It only seemed logical to explore such power and use it for a worthy cause. But that was then, this was now and she wasn’t the naïve teenager she once was and now she tended to watch her back while navigating the darkness. She had never run into another soul, not another teleporter, monster or ghoul. It appeared to be a dead world, with nothing to offer but darkness and at the very least, a convenient way to travel. It was instinctual to the blond beauty, there were no road maps or GPS, she knew where she needed to go on a bizarrely subconscious level and after exactly 47 paces she reached out a hand and the inky darkness spread thin to her whim and only continued to do so. Dissipating in front them, it allowed them to peer directly into the vault before passing through the portal. In fact they position was still disclosed, the portal actually like a double sided mirror until she willed it to truly open. Hopefully this would allow them to get the drop on the perpetrators. Literally. They had surpassed the primary series of security checks and balances, but they knew as well as the two agents watching them from above that the real treasure always laid behind the big door. For a moment she wondered what had lead them to this, they seemed young and obviously quite capable, what twist of fate had lead them down this slippery slope? She could empathize with being backed into a corner but this was simply not the way out. Two of them were clearly armed, loosely holding on to an assault rifle a piece, but they was a fourth man with them, some guy they had surely snagged during their initial push through the front entrance. He was approached by a third, a girl who barely looked old enough to legally drink and she raised her hands up to the bank employee’s head, staring intently into his eyes. At this point these became a lot clearer, it was evident this was their telepath and she was utilizing to her powers to coerce the proper code of the zombie like bank manager. Maybe this was why she had lost them, her focus was directed elsewhere. “At least now we know who the first priority is.” A concerned look washed over her features, but she kept her any other thoughts to herself, a furrowed brow to follow as the dark force began to seep into the vault, linking the two realms at last. She dropped down from the portal with a mean, right hook leading her charge, her powers would be her next resort and the pistol would be her last, she intended to take the female telepath out of the game the old fashioned way, by knocking her straight into la-la land. |
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