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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 22, 2015 11:55:40 GMT -4
As the child of a late millionaire, you're used to waking up and be greeted by luxury. However, today your schedule has seemed to take an unfamiliar turn. When you open your eyes, you are harassed by the sights and smells of a dirty ally. Turns out, you were napping in some garbage. How pleasant. A quick glance around reveals that you are in the back of a popular, expensive nightclub. You're wearing finely tailored clothes that stink of sweat and urine, though your pockets are empty. But you're not out of luck, for you see a familiar sight by your feet. An identification card -- yours -- that was formerly in your wallet. Which is nowhere to be found. When you pick up your id, for you will need it everywhere, you are met with the brief glance of an outdated picture. Oh which your name, age, and gender is next to. Beneath that is your classification; whether you're a government-registered metahuman or not. If you are, then your powers, and the corresponding class will be listed.
identification card
name; Aron Konstadt.
gender; Male.
age; Thirty-eight years.
sexuality;
preference;
job; Commissioner.
metahuman status; N/A.
powers; N/A.
description; image
phone book
Roy Rotk - Digital News Editor |
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 22, 2015 12:13:24 GMT -4
(Are powers required? )
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 22, 2015 12:18:52 GMT -4
not really no. class-d powers are mostly just abilities that blend in with normal humans anyways. such as peak human strength, enhanced cooking, speed reading, enhanced accuracy, etc. // |
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 22, 2015 15:39:08 GMT -4
Name: Commissioner (If too much, just officer) Aron Konstadt. Age is 38. Gender is male. The photo was taken awhile ago while he was in columbia in the 80's.  (Is it okay I'm police?) |
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 22, 2015 15:43:34 GMT -4
Commissioner is fine. //
So here you are, Commissioner Aron Konstadt, and you've woken up in the back of a nightclub. Which possibly doubles as a strip club. Your work starts in one hour, and as far as you're aware, you are broke, in an area you don't recognize, and are wearing clothes that reek of urine. It's probably for the best if this didn't get out at work. So -- what will you do now? |
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 22, 2015 15:46:59 GMT -4
Commissioner is fine. //
So here you are, Commissioner Aron Konstadt, and you've woken up in the back of a nightclub. Which possibly doubles as a strip club. Your work starts in one hour, and as far as you're aware, you are broke, in an area you don't recognize, and are wearing clothes that reek of urine. It's probably for the best if this didn't get out at work. So -- what will you do now? Find my way out of the area, and check my inventory. |
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 22, 2015 15:55:34 GMT -4
A grand idea indeed! As you stumble out from the alleyway, and onto the street, you discover that perhaps you weren't quite as lost as you thought you were. While, before tonight, you never actually been to this area, you have an acquaintance called Roy who works in a Newsroom that is only a few blocks away. He interviewed you once or twice for your job. Inventory-wise, you have your id, and your phone. Your wallet never quite made a reappearance. Oh.. and you're missing your shoes. His number is in your phone.
edit; phonebook updated! Roy Rotk is now callable! |
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 22, 2015 15:57:47 GMT -4
Head home.
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 22, 2015 15:58:50 GMT -4
Your home is too far away to walk, and you can not call a taxi without money. You live in one of the wealthier districts. Which is all the way across the city. |
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 22, 2015 16:00:23 GMT -4
Your home is too far away to walk, and you can not call a taxi without money. You live in one of the wealthier districts. Which is all the way across the city. Hm... Is there a bus? |
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 22, 2015 16:09:56 GMT -4
Normally there would be, but you just missed it. I would recommend calling your contact. [see phonebook.] |
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 22, 2015 16:12:18 GMT -4
I take out my phone and call the contact.
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 22, 2015 16:29:14 GMT -4
A very confused Roy answers with a simple; "Hello?"
// don't forget to speak in story-mode, of sorts. with quotation marks.  // |
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 22, 2015 16:31:47 GMT -4
"Hey, it's me, Aron. I uh, kinda sorta don't know where I am right now, would you mind hoping in your car right now and picking me up? I'd appreciate it."
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 22, 2015 16:36:10 GMT -4
His response is simple, if not a bit snarky. "I can't pick you up if I don't know where you are." He has a point there. A quick glance at the nearby street sign reveals you are on the corner of Smith Boulevard and Seventh Street. |
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 22, 2015 16:41:52 GMT -4
"Smith Boulevard and Seventh. It's getting quite cold, you know."
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 22, 2015 17:19:26 GMT -4
"Aron, I am on my way." It seems as if all you need to do now is wait. A couple of minutes go by before you spot the young man. As he did during the interview, he looks mostly the same. Short, only about 5'7, with black, messy hair and brown eyes. Though, looks as if he's been working out, for Roy has muscle where there was none at all. |
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 22, 2015 17:20:52 GMT -4
I walk towards him.
"Thanks. Where's your car?" I ask in question. I shiver as it gets a little cold.
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 22, 2015 17:26:32 GMT -4
Startled by your direct statement, Roy speaks up. "I remember leaving him at the parking lot of where I work at, we need to head there."
He then tilts his head, surveying your appearance before asking; "What happened to you?" |
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 22, 2015 17:29:50 GMT -4
"Does it honestly matter?"
I start to walk with him to the car, trying to make sure his nose didn't explode.
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 22, 2015 17:37:47 GMT -4
And then suddenly, a large boom can be heard from right next to you, and glass rains down upon your face. From within the shop, you can hear an alarm sound as two men clad in black begin to run away. The largest of the two, a broad-shouldered man with no defining features, has hands that are wreathed in flame. He's some sort of fire elemental. His partner is making duplicates of himself.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 22, 2015 17:38:41 GMT -4
I'm instantly knocked the ground, weak, bleeding and in pain. I look at my hands, all bloody. Where's my gun...
EDIT: I think it's at home... I limp towards something that can support my abdomen.
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 23, 2015 9:16:27 GMT -4
Miraciously, Roy is unharmed by the explosion. It seems as if you've recieved the blunt of it. As you hobble away you can hear him mutter something about 'going another way and that he had to do something'. You pay him nod heed however, as your intent is finding something to support your weight on. As your eyes dart about the area, you see your options are limited. There's some sort of stout piece of knobbed wood. It likely came from the shop in the explosion. There's also a long metal pipe. |
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 23, 2015 12:00:46 GMT -4
Crawl towards the wood.
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Post by Pawzkat on Jun 23, 2015 12:21:22 GMT -4
You do so, and you make it. You'll likely gain splinters if you pick it up, but hey. At least it will be mobile. From where you stand, you can clearly see a figure emerge from the alleyway on the other-side of the street. The humanoid is dressed exactly like Roy, with the exception of a black mask fitted to his face. He runs straight for the chaos.
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