Gothic City [CVnU: Living Location]

And it never will. But your hair, along the bad parts of it, must not survive.

@_vex_:

He doesn't trust me...would you trust you?

Luna Hawk did something she almost never did, she reached up to her mask and slid a finger beneath the jawline, pressing a button that deactivated its systems. She pulled the helmet off over her head to reveal her face. "Her name is Solar..." She paused. "Her name is Shaeyera Hol. She did what she thought was best she just...she comes from a different time. I've had the benefit of living full lives and reincarnating, experiencing multiple cultures and generations. She's only had the one and she only remembers the old ways. She's lost and I can help her, but not without someone else talking to her first, someone she respects." Luna Hawk said. "We're Hawk Lords, we respect our enemies., particularly ones we think are worthy challenges. I get that you don't trust me, I've given you her name...now I'm going to give you mine. My name is Kendra Saunders Hol, will you help me?"

@_vex_:

He was leaving, Grimm had done the same. She didn't know how to take that she'd resorted to murder. That couldn't be the answer hear though could it? She'd been left victimized plenty of times curled in a ball freighted and defeated. She couldn't be that again. Should she go after him? She considered it, was perhaps the only thread of something more that was in her grasp. But it wasn't like she deserved that. She'd been in the beds of serpents for so long she to had become a snake. People like her didn't deserve good things that want the cult had said. Nobody could love her that was the message beaten into her night after night as a child. That's why she was back in Gothic wasn't it? To prevent more people ending up like her or those who abused her. She returned to hell on earth because she deserved to burn in hell right?

Conflicted the violet vigilante chose to stay where she was. For quite awhile just remaining in the corner of the alley contemplating what to do. There were times when the glass looked tempting when she considered revisiting the scars on her wrist. She wasn't self destructive to her body but there was a time at the age of fifteen when she sought escape. Nobody should of had to endure what she had so she did the only rational thing she saw for someone with no chance of escape. They sealed the wound and register her two more times as punishment. Somehow this felt worse then that, at least there she knew who she was at that time she knew what she was. Now she was lost drowning in thoughts and in emotions that ought to be dead.

When she finally managed to get to her feet it was seven. A new shift was coming in at the near by station where the murder had been. For a moment she considered turning herself in. That'd of been reasonable she thought. She'd prevent as many criminals from escaping and see to any corrupt officials being removed. Maybe Alex would visit, she could piece it together over time? A group of children walked by the station heads bowed a hint of fear and tragedy was masked by fake smiles. Many wouldn't have seen it. She'd been there however and knew the look all to well as it'd been hers. When she met them they knew her to be like them, for a while they just walked the street savoring the company. It felt good but she knew what would feel better. She saw them home first.

Eleven thirty five pm once more the dragon struck. Her swiftness led to an execution to sudden for most to follow. Clues were scarce and clues that'd lead to her nonexistent. Her performance was upon a pair of men. The same who'd visited the children she'd also been visited by them she realized once there. They hid well when they saw her however they knew the gig was up the shock on there face they died with. As for how they died it was hard to say both of them had a number of shattered bones autopsy reports would show several acounts of internal bleeding. What might have done it though was the ropes the two hung by and the height that when they were dropped almost snapped their necks.

At a eleven fifty five the sister to the victims of Gothic was at the warehouse awaiting her real brother. Part of her longed for a resolution that'd give her something to cling to. Another part of her however felt it wrong for her to want that and wrong to deliver such a burden on her brother. A greater fraction of Jessica's conscious though simply said her family wasn't in those with the same last name. But rather her family was those who'd had to endure what she had the victims who she'd ensure never to be victim again so long as she drew breath.

@dragonfang_: That was impactful. I enjoyed it.

@strigidae_23: thanks was rathe pleased with that one ^.^ was really feeling the vibe of internal conflict that I wanted to project with her

@kayle_rez: It worked!

@dragonfang_:

Aww, forget Vex. I like you just the way you are, murderer and everything.

@strigidae_23: haza! Objective accomplished!

Now to post again with Kayle got an hour and a half before work not like I can get some good time into Dragon Age 3 might as well keep posting lol

@kayle_rez: Yeah, DA:I seems like it takes a while to get something done lol.

@strigidae_23: it's been a great game easy to get lost in. Got it Friday. I've work and the Vine somewhere between the two I've also dropped 20hrs into the game <.< I'd say 80% of that wasn't story related but just chatting with team side quests and so on

@kayle_rez: Wow lol, that's a lot of hours in a short time. Glad you're enjoying it!

@strigidae_23: that's Bioware for ya lol know I might get some hate for it what the success of games like WoW Skyrim etc but Bioware makes the best rpg games IMO. Even less successful titles like DA2 to me feel so much more enjoyable then Skyrim or Dead Island. I have both still need to finish em but at the same time I'm not invested either. Was fine jumping on Xbox One and letting those two good games fall to the side. Only thing keeping DA out of the Xbox one is the time to play it...shutting up now damn I got a post to write

@kayle_rez: Hehee, I was a huge BW fangirl until the ending of ME3. After that.. ehhh.. Kinda take every game on its merits alone now.

@strigidae_23: aww ME3 such hype such delivery....then an ending of notorious lack lusterness. Summarized best as "know all those amazing choices you made? It all comes down to this! Ready? The last choice the final question: would you rather see a blue light green light or red one?!"

@kayle_rez: My soul was crushed lol. The endings were literally just reskined versions of the same cut scene. So it was lazy too.

@strigidae_23: I'm willing to give some benefit of the doubt as any production will have deadlines but that was terrible lol. They had a chance to have a game ending with more weight to it then arguably any other game. But for what ever reason we got what we got lol.

@solarhawk

Elegantly Gold lands on the building roof top . Taking his weapon from the middle of his back Gold sets his eyes on his target. “How do they want him dealt with Greg?” Gold says softly towards his A.I. “They want him paralyzed from the waist down” Greg says. “Hmm. Must be an athlete. Alright so the mark is 400 meters away? I’ll hit his T5 with ease at this distance.” He loads his weapon and sets it in the targets direction. “Shall I mark the spot you got to shoot to successfully paralyze him?” Greg inquires. “Nah. I know exactly where it is. I got to test myself Greg.” Gold says. Grinning while looking down the scope he watches his target speed walking down the street and aims the scope right on the T5 thoracic vertebrae on his back. Gold takes the shot. Before people even recognized the gun shot the bullet strikes its target with undeniable accuracy.

As screams rang out in the streets of Gothic Gold prepares to leave the area. “Greg set a path for Class A. I believe a celebration is in order.” Gold says as he sets the safety for his rifle and locks the latch of his weapons sling around his shoulder. “I got you Gold. E Locks. Shall I also bring up a flight plan?” Greg says in a cheerful robotic voice as a blip on Gold’s mini map shows up. “Don’t fucking call me Gold. E Locks… and of course not. You know I like to fly freely!”

@gold_e:

(just a clarification for @_vex_, this takes place after Solar Hawk's hopeful meeting with Dark Vengeance, probably by several days.)

Solar Hawk had been flying when the shot rang out and immediately came to a hovering stop. She listened intently, focusing her hawk like senses to determine the location of the shot. Once she had it pinpointed she flew in that direction and practically met Golden Eagle as he was leaving the rooftop. She didn't have to be a detective to figure out he was responsible, what with the rifle on him. She came to a hovering stop again, her HUD running his face through the database she had acquired from Super City. At the same time she had it track the victim on the ground. It listed his wounds, probable outcome of the wound and ran him through the database as well.

Hm, hired gun.

"I don't suppose you'd tell me who hired you if I asked?" Solar Hawk tried.

@solarhawk

Gold looks up and sees what seems like a beautiful winged war-goddess complete with mace and all. "Dude she is fucking HOT! Ask her out bro!" Greg says ecstatically. Not really hearing Greg, Gold stares at the winged beauty for a second without thinking. "WAKE THE FUCK UP IDIOT SHE ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" Greg exclaims. Gold wakes up from his trance confused. "What? I mean... umm." Gold says as he struggles to get a single thought out. "Get it together bro you look foolish." Greg says. "I'm sorry madame. Your beauty is just too astounding for words." Gold smoothly vocalized. "You want to know who my benefactor is huh? I am planning on going out to eat for my successful mission today. I could probably tell you over dinner. How does that sound?"

"Dude fuck yes. You nailed that shit but I will hold that stammering shit against you forever." Greg says as he made a robotic chuckle.

@gold_e:

She blinked, not that he could tell behind the mask. Did he just...? "Thank you." She offered a smile at his compliment. Not exactly a Hawk Lord but...oh what the hell? "You know what? I've had the month from hell, I'll take you up on that."

@solarhawk

"Fantastic!" Gold exclaims. "Well I already have the location on my map. Just follow me okay?"

He runs off the side of the building in a dive position and then letting his wings spread out and carry him just before landing on a car. Listening to the commotion of the people still screaming and running from the gun shot. This brings a certain joy to him. Knowing that he caused the chaos. Something just got him... 'tickled' I guess you could say.

"Here it is. Class A." Gold tells the maiden. "I am going to put my rifle on that buildings roof. Cant have freaking out while I am eating."

He goes on to the neighboring buildings roof and lays his rifle down. "Track this weapon Greg. Alert me when it is even touched." Gold commands. "Got you bro. Knock this date out of the park bro." Greg exclaims before Gold retracts his helmet. "You ready to enter? By the way what shall I call you?"

@gold_e:

Solar Hawk followed after him, she didn't take off her helmet though. "Everyone calls me Solar Hawk." She said. "That'll work for now." She offered a brief smile. "The real name comes later." She made certain her mace was secured to her belt before they walked into the establishment. She folded her wings on her back, glancing around the place briefly. "Never been here before."

@solarhawk

"Well it is fantastic to meet you Solar Hawk." Gold says as he folded his wings as well and walked into the restaurant. "This is my usual spot for celebrations. They know me by first name basis now. Hey Jimmy!" Gold goes in and hugs the waiter.

"Hey John! I see you brought a friend today? Is it just the two of you?" Jimmy inquires

"Yeah it's just us two. We have some business to discuss. Mind getting us that window seat? The sky looks beautiful tonight." Gold says as Jimmy escorts them to their seats.

"Of course! I shall tell the chef you are here. Enjoy your evening guys." Jimmy says as he walks back to the kitchen.

"So Solar, What do you like to drink? They have a large assortment of things here. From 100 year old aged wine to Whiskey and of course water."

@gold_e:

She looked outside for a moment, considering his question. "You know." She said, turning back to face him. "I'm still working on that. The drinks these days aren't the same as I'm used to." She considered a moment, touching the menu in front of her and sort of adjusting its position on the table a little. "You must celebrate a lot for them to know you on a first name basis. What got you into this line of work anyway?"

@solarhawk

Gold grins. "At a young age I was trained to become an assassin by the government. It was more of a last resort for me. I just recently got out a few months ago. But even before I got out of the service me and my crew, R.I.P., all came here after a mission. It was... tradition. This place has a special spot in my heart." Gold says while looking around the establishment. "Some see me as a bad guy for killing and harming others. They know it is just a job and that my personality doesn't reflect it. They are some of the few humans I actually trust." As Gold finishes the Chef walks over to greet them. Gold stands up and hugs him.

"John my boy, another successful mission I see? And you have brought a guest! Winged just like you. Is she also a mutant?" The Chef questioned.

"I believe so James. I'd rather ask than assume. Solar are you a mutant?" Gold also inquired.

@gold_e:

Solar Hawk smiled a little. "No, I am a warrior servant of Amun-Ra, my species is known as Hawk Lords, though there are only two of us left. It's a common mistake though, I get asked that question a lot actually." Assassins may be one of the only things as singular as you are. He's no villain though, just a hired hand. The real villain is the person that hired him.

@solarhawk

Gold looks astounded. "Wow. That's is amazing."

"Excuse me John, I do need your drink order." James pleasantly interrupts.

Gold starts to tap his fingers on the table thinking about the choices. He looks up at James and says "Do you have anything new that we might be interested in? I do not want to order something she is not to interested in."

"Oh of course John! We have our aged Cuspin wine which is superb with your favorite meal , Filet Mignon. We also have the..." Gold halts him. "I shall have a glass of the Cuspin. Solar have you seen any drink on the menu that you like so far?"

@zain_@pyrogram

"This city is gettin' worse by the day. I swear after the Archer and Vengeance left, it started drowning in filth. When those two were here it alteast managed to stay afloat. My fellas think that the guy wearin' the hood now is the original Vengeance, but I know better than that. The real deal is dead, replaced by a two-bit copy. The difference is easy to see and hear. He moves with grace, sacrificing DV's usual brutal efficiency for the f*&kin' elegance of a ballerina. The worst of all, he's too talkative. It's like we got nicely wrapped sh!t for christmas...

The streets don't respect him like they used to.", I think to myself while navigating through the run-down back alleys of Gothic City, hoping to blow off some steam on some low-lifes.

I finally pick up something, a chit-chat of two men, so I move closer to investigate and stop just behind the corner to avoid startling them with the hockey-mask. Carefully peaking around the corner I spot a group of six hoodrats standing in a circle, one of them rummaging through what looks like a pink handbag while the others eagerly inquire him.

"Yo! Hurry up, dawg! We need to move. Vengeance and his lil' kid coulda' jump us the longer we stay.", on of them proclaims. His voice cracking lightly in the middle of the sentence.

"Shutthef*&k up, Marv! Or Imma knock you the f*ck flat on yo trippin' ass. Vengeance and his boy scout dun deal with small-time like us.", the crook with the purse angrily leashes out while still rummaging through the hand bag.

Right about now I stroll out from behind the corner, under the assumption that all of these f*&kers aren't just waiting for the one dude to find his tampons. So I slowly swagger towards the closest of the crew and just send him to sleep with a powerful swing of my bat to the side of his head. Then I follow by turning towards the rest and sprinting at them.

The next two miserable existences try their best to keep me at bay with-- I dunno, looked like toothpicks to me. Not much use since I just duck under the first swing and send it's sender onto his ass with a swift uppercut to the chin. The second musketeer attempts to take advantage of me being turned to his now downed friend and thrusts at me, aiming at my liver. I barely sidestep to the left, making him cut my t-shirt instead. Using the momentum from the sidestep I firmly grasp by bat and twirl my whole body from the hips upwards like a baseball player, supplying the raw power behind the swing. The attack connects and the remains of his lower jaw spray the nearby wall in crimson red shades.

The remaining three crooks don't waste any time and jump on me before one of them sends me down to the ground with a kick to the back of my knee, forcing the contraction of my leg. It was a tickle compare to how they all whaled on me for the next moments. All I could do is just hold my head and wait for the right time to make my move.

"VEN*cough*GEANCE! NOW!", I scream out in synch with a kick to the chest that forces me to loose my breath for a bit. But the crooks immediately stop their assault and begin looking everywhere around instead of looking into their midst. There I rise up like a phoenix with a big grin beiled by my mask.

"Pfft, Vengeance my ass! Where were w-", immediately after he turns back I cut Marv off with a fierce headbutt. Repeating the same attack several times until my mask gets a new paint job and all left of his bravado is a crippled rattle.

Then I focus my attention to the two remaining punching bags...

@matthew_cassidy:

Since Kurt and vengeance vanished, Gothic City had been bombard with a criminal undertaking which hadn't been seen in a long, long time. It was as though an entire generation of heroes from Gothic had seemingly vanished and in it's place, a new, younger generation was starting to emerge... But not flourish, not yet.

The news had spoken about Gothic and it's downwards spiral, and Zain, usually a Los Angels hero, took off from the City of Angels and returned to the City of Sin, the first city he had ever called home.

It wasn't long before the Knightfall and Orochi trained Arashikage found trouble... In the form of a common vigilante. It was easy to mistake the man, wearing a bloodied mask and carrying a brutal bat, a gang fight, perhaps? Either way, such thuggery on the streets was an easy place to get back used to fighting in Gothic, not too hard... At least he assumed.

Perched upon a building, the martial artist swiftly dived, his body carried in the wind like an elegant eagle... Or as Matthew hated, a brilliant, costumed ballerina, landing directly behind the two remaining thugs as his feet splashed into a puddle and his palms shot up without delay, literally banging their heads together with a single motion as they crumpled to the ground, not even aware of who, or what, had just KO'd them.

Zain chuckled, gazing towards Matthew with an arrogant smirk, he clicked his knuckles, and rolled his shoulders... And then winked.

"Come on, I'll give you the first punch,"the Arashikage crossed his arms over his chest, taunting his masked foe with a smirk.

This would be fun.

For him.

@zain_:

"And who the f*&k is this a**hole?", my first thought as I closely monitor the acrbatic entrance of a new and pompous contender, who makes short work of my punching bags. I attempt to analyze what I saw, but the results were more than obvious. The dude was a ninja-ballerina, the special DV edition.

"Is this your friend?", I turn to the unconscious crooks behind me before swiftly returning to the contender. "Oh right.", I arrogantly smirk under my own mask while assuming the stance of a boxer: toe and heels aligned, knees slightly bent, hands up and chin down. The orthodox stance, best I could cook up at the moment. I hoped it would fare good enough since I had the advantage in reach.

"Come on, I'll give you the first punch.", he mocks me but just as he finishes the sentence I already recruit all of my 209 pounds of muscle into delivering a suprisingly powerful left cross to the center of the contender. Connecting or not, I was prepared to use the gained momentum to chain into a right hook.

@matthew_cassidy: (I love your first person. Haha xD)

Matthew was bigger, heavier, and and more aggressive. Zain was shorter, lighter, and more passive.

But looks can be deceiving.

In a flash, the costumed vigilante swiveled on his hip and thrust out his palm, attempting to parry his opponents extended arm with over half a ton's worth of force, and potentially break the limb.

"Ugh,"

Zain huffed, feeling the suprisingly strong right hook smash into his chin, sending his head rocking back a little before...

Swoosh!

His left leg was swung upwards, using all of his ridiculous flexibility to send a single, upwards kick aiming to smash into his opponents chin at close range, almost impossible for a normal human with a normal amount of flexibility, but Zain wasn't normal.

@zain_:

I hear the satisfying grunt while watching my opponent's head rocks backwards.

"How 'bout them apples huh, Hot shi--?", my confident attempt at mockery is abruptly ended as I barely react to his kick shooting up from below like a bullet. Phew, years of being a goalie began paying off as I move my head to the left and my right arm backwards, closely watching his leg rise dangerously close to my right ear.

"Da f*&k?", I think as my eyes turn back towards the ninja-ballerina to answer with a move of my own: I attempt to use the fact that all his body weight is now supported by one leg. So I spring forward, at the same time attempting to grab around him with my hands and crash him into the wall behind him.

@matthew_cassidy:

Quickly grasped by Matthew's improvised grapple, Zain felt himself brandished by the man and crashed into the wall behind with a loud thud, causing the young martial artist to let out a snarl, before smirking. "Such.... A brute,"he croaked, still pinned to the wall, but not that injured, he was curious. "...And what did you have planned next, hmm?" He chortled, "I could'a withdrawn a knife and stuck it into you the moment you charged, idiot,"he pat the man's back with his palm, and whispered into his ear,"or stuck it here."

Instead, he bit down, into the man's shoulder, before lurching his head back, and powering it forward, trying to smash it into the man's mask.

@zain_:

Much like his own, my head rocks back as his forehead meets my nose and after he bites my shoulder. I can't really decide which one hurt more, but I'm going with the nose since it's still tingling and most likely broken. His head hit like a bag of goddamn bricks.

"Aww sh!et...", I mutter as I stumble a few steps back to regain my orientation. I snort to assure myself on the status of my nose before moving to lean onto the wall to our right and open up my hockey mask a little. Pushing one finger onto my left nosdril I snort out a bloody snot before putting the mask on again

"I dunno, man. *exhales deeply* I don't plan that far ahead. Usually, they don't put up such a fight.", I blink rapidly before I regain my clarity. But I keep talking just to distract my opponent as I reach for a trash lid, grabbing it by the rim.

"I gotta hand it to you though. Well, hand you THIS!", with the last word I quickly spin around like an olympic discobolus and let go of the lid, letting it whiz towards ballerina's little face. Meanwhile I gather my strength and rush him once again with a strong jab aimed at his solar plexus with as much precision I could gather given the circumstances.

@zain_: Look what the cat dragged back from the dead.

@_drake: He was never said :P

@zain_: I'm talking about his user in general.

@_drake: He was dead.

@zain_: That's what I thought xD

Coming back? We have a f*cking good timing.

@_drake: Nope. I was just bored at work with free time and wanted to do something xP

@zain_: Yeah right.

@matthew_cassidy:

The trash lid smashed into Zain's stomach with a loud, and painful thud, causing him to huff in annoyance before suddenly vanishing into a haze of smoke, having withdrawn a smoke capsule and smashed it into the ground. Within the smoke, he performed a single left-cartwheel, simultaneously unsheathing two blades and hurling them in the man's direction, one aiming for his left thigh, and the other, for his left ankle. Suddenly halting and standing up straight, Zain clicked his jaw painfully, the earlier punch had hurt. Dammit.

@_drake: Yeah, work isn't always fun, how hard is that to believe!? Being an adult can be BORING! Dun dun duuuuun!!!!!

@matthew_cassidy: Sorry if these posts suck, I'm not really finding it too easy to write. *shrugs* No idea why.

@zain_: Unless you build pasta bridges.

@_drake: So strange :P

@pyrogram: It's probably to test our building knowledge lol

@pyrogram: (Eh, no problem. Besides I'm not that good at writing fights as I would like :P)

@zain_:

The lid hit it's mark, but the ballerina throws down a smoke bomb. In mere fractions of a second it covers almost the whole area and I cease my secondary attack since I lost track of the target. Instead I opt to stay alert and listen to him hopping around like a crazed rabbit.

Suddenly two knives pierce the veil that surrounds me, I try to dodge but I am no match for their speed. The first embeds itself in my thigh and with sheer luck I escape the second one with only a surface wound on my ankle.

"Hehe. Why do you...", I grunt as I slowly pull out the knife from my thigh. "...give me weapons to use?", I enthusiatically inquire while responding to the grim situation at hand. I had a weapon now, but I was already pretty beat up with no indication of where my target moved to. The only relief was that he missed the bigger arteries and thus the bleeding was not as severe.

@gold_e:

"Whiskey will work fine." She said. "I've had it before and it sort of reminds me of a drink from back home. Water too...don't need just whiskey." She smiled a bit. "Steak huh? Good choice."

@solarhawk

Gold smiled. "Why thank you. Great choice from you as well." Gold look up at James while he was in a daze looking into the air. "James!" Gold laughs. "I think I am going to need you to get those drinks now." James wakes up. "Sorry dude. Don't know what had me there. I'll get those right now. Glass of Cuspid and Whiskey with a water." James runs to the kitchen.

Gold looks back at Solar with a smile. "Sometimes he just losses focus and begins to day dream." "I heard that!" James says from the kitchen. Gold laughs. "Lady Solar, I like your mask and all, but will I ever see your face tonight?" Gold questions.

"Here is your drinks guys. Call me over when you are ready to order your food." James says with a smile.

"Thanks James." Gold says as he takes a sip of his wine.