Blade and Boulder: Strongarm & Solo ooc/rp

Gothic, 2nd worst place on earth

Two opposite gang leaders decided to have an arms exchange to even the odds against the ever growing number of heroes, bastards in leotards. One of them managed to salvage quite a number from vault semi-autos found under the sewers, it appears to be lost technology dated back to the world war era for while the other manufactured a brand new cargo full of heroin, the kind that is rather 'super' compared to the baseline crap they have at the market. Each of their respective organisation heads go by a pseudonym to remain hidden from the city's more nobler aspects, the tights. Only two figures need to be identified, the short fat crimson dressed jabroni goes by the name of 'Musk' while the gangly limbed freak of nature remains to be as 'Steel'. Creativity goes down the toilet bowl when the decent names have been bled dry, Arlof heard of the commotion when the wind revealed to him a new insight. He may be from a different world, but he does know the value of narcotics.

Little man peddles the shootas while tall and ugly lays out the white powder. A bad combination if Gothic wishes to remove itself from its bleak status quo. Each individual criminal outfit brought their own men, the smaller man donned a bulldog mask and his compatriots are given a canine motif which includes masks as well. The bigger man wore a faceless chrome mask, so did the rest of his goons but each in different colours. The lights are low, visibility is kept to those who possess the masks. It is ingenue of Steel who decides to give out another advantage towards their communion. Some of the musks are giving out live weapons demonstrations, they look retro but these guns made quick work of the boats docked by the pier. Yachts become modern art faster than you can say 'koyaaniqatsi', sample packets have been cut open with a switchblade. Some of the men within immediate vicinity can already feel as if they are sand surfing on the back of Moses.

The rogue materialised out of Oxygen, he stalked their presence from behind the plain sight of the rooftops. From his vantage point he noticed a strange figure [@_solo_] hidden under the night, and it feels like tonight will be a long night.

Ahead of the figure is a metal fence...

@strongarm: The last few weeks had been particularly rough for Solo, given her predisposition towards mental illness Solo infrequently underwent mental breakdowns. On this occasion she had been stricken by an unshakable melancholy, the best way she could described it was as “being trapped in a hazy, seemingly endless fog”. However, the fog had finally lifted for her.

After being inactive for so long Solo felt the need to shake-off the proverbial cobwebs and do something to stop her from dwelling on things further, a good adrenaline rush to help her feel alive once again.

She had decided to 'hit the streets' and look for anything that would take her interest. Although a woman of relatively small stature Solo possessed a certain presence and way about her that deal with the criminal elements and forcibly extract information from them when needed, it helped that she also used a large shotgun for intimidation purposes. Eventually after dealing with enough low-level goons she came across some information about an exchange of guns for drugs happening in Gothic City's docks between two gangs. This would provide her a much needed adrenaline buzz and the chance to possibly re-stock her own firearms supplies if theirs were any good. Two birds, one stone.

By her standards she was lightly-armed, just her signature H&K pistols, her combat knives and a few grenades of the non-lethal variety. Prowling around outside the metal fence surrounding the dock-area Solo briefly considered her plan of action. As she observed the gangsters she saw them start to put-on strange masks, which left her a baffled, but she quickly got over it.

Suddenly Solo felt an unsettling feeling, as if she were being watched, she looked around to see if was being observed and soon enough noticed a strange figure was indeed watching her from the top of a nearby building. Quickly withdrawing one of her H&K pistols she took aim at the mysterious figure with a finger hovering over the trigger.

Solo called out in a strong and affirmative voice, "Who the Hell are you? And what do you?", being as direct and blunt as usual.

@_solo_:

He met her eyes, he disappeared. The rogue was 'there', no longer above her view. In front of her, so he can see. A swift movement that seamlessly transitioned against all odds, distance is merely suggestion. It is as if he was always there. There is no immediate disturbance, no distortion within any barrier of speed. As of this time meeting he is just Brad DiCaprio, a fast vigilante who happens to know the art Parkour and Cagefighting. She is more equipped than he is, as he only carries a pair of world war one trench knives. Strike pommels are facing up as the daggers are held in icepick grip.

They are well oiled and used strictly for bloodletting, not killing. Lubrication around the sharp edges are made from human fat, mostly from corpses taken from gang violence. Sheer numbers of each gang will make this an interesting quest, he has memorised the things that he wish to emancipate from their possession. One such man had a distinct tattoo of a mermaid on his neck.

So far the gentlemen on the meeting point did not detect anything weird, yet it seems that they are willing to conduct a trade with super-drugs and lost weapons. Steel and Musk have now moved to testing the products of each other, both of them are now slightly superhuman for a limited duration. Their cronies will have to wait until both leaders are satisfied with their agreement. One side is filled with peak human warriors, while the other side has a weapon for each of their personel that can effectively clean up an entire street worth of humanoid things.

Back to her.

She reminded him of a soldier, hidden beneath the shape of a smaller woman. Instinct reads her differently as it highlights all sorts of dangerous things about her, he can't put his finger on it but this one is no to be taken lightly. Unlike him, she carries plenty of variables with her. Things that go boom, things that go boom to propel smaller things, and stabby things on her person.

The fence.

He began to cut at the chain link as she made inquiry, he did watch her. From his distance he captured her smell, and she reacted appropriately the even before he made an encounter. Appropriate as a hooded man in the middle of night armed with two sharp objects might give off predatorial senses, a gun is pointed at him. To the back of his body.

"I am about to perform a citizen's arrest."

@strongarm: By now Solo's attention was focused solely upon the stranger on the rooftop rather than the gang-members she intended to take down on the other side of the fence. Without warning the enigmatic stranger inexplicably disappeared from sight only to reappear in front of Solo, leaving her momentarily confused by how he achieved such a feat as well as rather annoyed as she didn't like it when people got the drop on her.

It was in Solo's nature to be mistrustful of others and as such she kept her gun directly trained on the stranger in case he attempted anything not to her liking. However, strangely enough he didn't appear intimidated or even concerned in the less by the her or the gun pointed at him, which left Solo wondering if he was simply some crazy guy or something else entirely.

She watched with a subtle sense of disbelief about her as the peculiar stranger casually started to cut into the chain-link fence with one of his knives while Solo continued to aim her gun at him. In response to the hooded stranger's comment about performing a citizen's arrest against the heavily-armed and temporarily “souped-up” gang-members Solo couldn't help, but let out a slight chuckle at the mere notion, “Ciziten's arrest huh? How exact are you planning on doing that? With that knife there?”