White City

1. White City

   #41

   Happy to be done with this nonsense, Erika had the guard let them out and took back her firearm. "Take Luke to get his weapons and his room assignment, He's gonna be a soldier." She turned to Luke who didn't seem to happy with the arrangement. "Cheer up, at least this way you're alive, and you get free food and sheltar. Most people in this city would give their arms to be in the same position as you." She patted him on the back and hurried off to Bryon's office.
   
   "Good, just the person I was looking for." Bryon leaned back in his chair. "I need you to take care of this man." he handed her a dirty photo of him. "Max Granato, He used to be one of our best alchohol producers, but recently went solo. He hired six new arrivals as guards, and our sources say that they are good at their job. Here." He pulled a handgun equipped with a supressor out of his desk drawer and handed it to her. "The scavengers only found one, I know how you like the twin wepons but no luck. Don't try to take on the guards, just get in and out quickly and quietly."
   "Got it. Anything else." she said as she looked up from the picture.
   "Yeah, if you see a woman with a really bad hangover climbing down from a rooftop with a rifle and top sharpshooting skills, bring her in unharmed. I want to see if she's assassin material." He leaned over a map on his desk. "Last report is she passed out on top of this building," he pointed to the map. "So if you have some time on your way back could you try to bring her in?" He looked up at her.
   "Yeah. no problem." she turned to leave, pausing for him to say it.
   "Good luck." He said as he turned to his notes.
   "Yah." she whispered as she walked out. His words rang empty in her head.

2. White City

   #42

   OOC: Well...I'm going to bring in another character...because I simply need one for my 'little' sub-story....So HA! Don't make another 'full' character without my prior knowledge and acceptance.
   
   Name: Daren Clevensin
   Age: 578
   Race: Mook(From Wizardy series, pc game)
   Gender: Male
   Price: To give up his Psionic abilities.
   
   Appearance: Daren stands at 7'2", rather short for his race. He weighs about 200 lbs. He has a coat of fur all over his body, save for his feet, hands, and head. His head Has no fur on it. His skin is of a dark brown shade, as is his fur. He is lean and muscular in appearance. He wears a light brown tunic, with pants to match. He has a white cloak that covers most of his body down to his shins.
   
   Personality: Daren is one not to joke. He takes everything he does seriously. He has a very thourogh way of thinking, he takes long in decision making, even of the most simplist of decisions. He is somewhat of a nomad. Mook primarily live on one planet and few leave it. Ever. He has been facinated with the universe and has travelled to many different planets, studing the planet and its inhabitants. He asks many questions constantly, he is never satisfied until he knows everything.
   
   History: As Daren travelled to throughout the universe, he learned far more of his psionic powers than any of his brethren. Particularly from a planet inhabited by psionic goblins. He requested a hearing with a great psionic goblin of the biggest tribe of the planet. His name was Farenis Gu'rana. Daren studied with him for many years. He learned many of the skills Farenis had. Because of Daren's race, the Mook's ability to learn at an incredible rate, as well as a great mental capacity, Daren quickly overcame the great goblin's powers. But with these powers, there was a price. He has since travelled all over the universe craving to increase his powers further. Without much luck he came to the white city. Where he obviously can't give up his psionic powers, for that is all he has left. After having this craving for 100 years, he began to be able to contain it to an extent. Although he can now do as he wish's, down in his very soul the only thing he wish's for is the advancement of his own psionic powers.
   
   Sorry for the etchy character...I'll bring more of his character out in his post's. I'll post tomorrow.

3. White City

   #43

   Erika rushed up to her room to get the rest of her weapons, Her long black coat dusting her ankles. She may have past Luke on the staircase, but she was so focused on her mission she didn't notice, that's just the way she was. Once she was out on the street the cold air brushed against her face and she drew her guns for the sprint towards her target.
   
   When she came upon the street that the building was located on she paused in an alley and waited for her breathing to slow. Erika peered around the corner to survey the building from this side. The Brewer's shop was about two blocks down from her position so she walked across the street, as if she was on an errand, and ducked into the next alley so she could go around the back. The building behind the brewery looked pretty broken down so she climbed in through a missing window. As she ascended the stairs, she noted the occasional person taking refuge in the cold stairwell. She climbed to the roof and walked towards the side facing Granato's building. She didn't see any guards on the roof. The gap between the buildings was small, but she didn't want to risk jumping. She went back in the stairwell and down two flights to a refuse pile that had old pipes and boards. She didn't have time for anything fancy so she grabbed a board and lugged it up the stairs to the roof. She slid it across so that it joined the roofs and, not trusting it's strength too much, she quickly and lightly sprinted across it. She didn't want to risk the stairwell but her quarry would most likely be on the second floor, two floors down. Finding a downspout suitable, she shimmied down to the second floor. The gothic architecture gave her a nice ledge to teeter upon. While holding onto a gargoyle to prevent falling, she kicked the rotting bottom casing of the double hung window in, as just breaking the glass is too messy and obvious. After it fell to the floor with a ‘klunk’ and a shattering of glass, she paused and listened. Somebody was coming so she edged herself around the corner of the building. She could hear one man talking to another.
   “It looks like it just fell off.� He said puzzled as he looked out of the now open window. “What a crappy building.� He said as he toed the broken stained glass.
   “Don’t worry about it, we’ll have somebody clean it up later.� The other said as she could hear their heavy boots walking away. She waited on the ledge for another ten minutes to make sure that they were back to their normal routine. Erika then stuck her head in the window and listened. Nobody moving. She slowly crept into the window, carefully setting a noiseless foot upon the floor, avoiding the glass. She went to the doorway and paused to listen again. Nothing. She moved to the streetward side of the building, where Granato’s office was supposedly occupying. She froze, she could hear two men talking in the next room, one was scribbling noisily on paper. Laying flat against the wall she peeked around the corner into the room. Granato, whom she recognized from the picture, was at a desk closer to the door, writing something. At a table deeper in the room was a guard playing solitary. The guard had his back to her, and Granato, his side. She pulled the gun with the suppressor, and quickly lined up the shot, squeezing the trigger. *CLICK!* nothing. The Granato turned to the sound.
   “Damnit.� Erika cursed as she pulled her twin guns, shooting the startled man twice, hitting him in the chest and then the head. The guard dashed up his sword from the table besides him and began to charge, but was quickly felled by two shots to the chest. She went out to the stairwell, and looked down to the first floor just at three guards looked up. “Damn!� She cursed at the fact that they saw her face as she ran up the stairs to the roof. Erika sprinted back across the board, and kicked it down into the alley. A guard came out on the roof and she shot him a cocky smile. He then pulled his crossbow and in a flash, loaded a bolt, aimed, and fired. Erika ducked as it whizzed past her head, removing the smile from her face she shot back hitting him in the upper leg, and bolted down the stairs of the other building. She heard a commotion down below and looked over the railing. Two guards had made their way into the building and were starting to ascend the stairs, tossing beggars out of their way as they went. She ducked into a room, closing the creaky door behind her and pushed open the warped window with much effort. Climbing out onto the third story ledge, she looked down to see a guard, dressed the same as all the others, running towards, and then into Granato’s shop. She crept over to a similar downspout as the one she previously climbed down, and made quick work of it. She jumped off the last five feet, and as soon as she hit the ground another guard came around the corner. Startling each other the guard swung his heavy sword just as Erika ducked, the sword hitting the side of the building with bone crushing power. Erika dashed across the street into an alley. She could hear the guard yelling to the others as he ran after her. “S***!� She cursed herself again for trying to make quick work of this job. The two guards pursued relentlessly as she cut around corners and bolted down side streets. She started to cut back to confuse them and ended up in an alley behind them, but they were running away from her too fast to waste bullets on. She traced her way back, trying to decide where to leave their broken trail and head back to the base. As Erika stepped out of the alley onto the street she saw the other two guards, whom she thought were left behind, on the other side of the road. As soon as they saw her one pointed.
   “That’s her!� and they broke into a run as Erika sprinted up the street.
   “I’m done for!� She cursed to herself again as the guards behind her kept yelling, trying to attract the attention of their separated companions while pursuing. She saw the bloody corpse of a man across the street just as she turned the corner and caught movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head to see him, but only in time for everything to go black.
   
   He could hear her approach, breathing heavily, the men behind her yelling and making as much noise as possible. They didn’t worry about catching the attention of the people of the city, nobody would miss one less person on the streets. Her heavy steps came closer. As she turned the corner he swung the 2X4, cracking it against the side of her head. The force knocked her sideways into the snowy street. The woman didn’t move as the snow by her head was slowly dyed crimson. “Good job men.� The guard said to the others as he dropped the 2X4. “If you guys wouldn’t have made so much noise, I wouldn’t have been able to head her off.� One man bent over and checked her pulse.
   “She’s not dead yet. What’ll we do with her—I think she’s waking up.� He said as he stepped back
   
   Everything was dark, shooting pain ran throughout her head as the sounds of men talkin above her reverberated through her skull. She opened her eyes but everything was blurry and confusing as four large figures stood above her. She put her hand up to her wracking head and felt the blood. ‘This is it’ she thought, they’re going to kill me, just then one of them gave her a swift kick in the ribs, jolting her sight back painfully. She closed her eyes, doubling up in pain. She curled up in the snow around the gun she found she’d been laying on. It’s her only chance, but she’d only be able to take out one before the others would kill her. She hid it under her shirt, maybe she could use it later. Another swift kick sent her screaming in pain.

4. White City

   #44

   "Oog." When Andy came to, she was greeted by the unmistakable realization that while she wasn't suffering from a hangover just yet, it wouldn't be long before she would be, and it would be nasty. She was looking up at the sky, and it took her a few minutes to remember where she was. She staggered to her feet, looking at the ladder. That was going to be fun to get down. Shouting in the street attracted her notice. She peered over the edge, wishing it was easier to focus. Four big guys were surrounding what appeared to be a woman who was about to have a very bad day. She couldn't make out what the men were saying, being too far up. She wieghed her options. On the one hand, she didn't know the woman, maybe she had done something to deserve it. Plus ammunition was precious. On the other hand... she sighed, then looked over the edge again. Why did she even pretend that she might do the reasonable thing? She looked again. Four of them, two close enough to make her life easier. If the girl was armed, she might be able to take one out while Andy was lining up the next shot. And if she wasn't, well, at least they'd be paying attention to her.
   Down on the street, things might have gone from bad to worse, except for suddenly, the four guards had their attention forcibly moved, in two cases permanently. Andy was standing on the roof, aiming. She fired once. Her shot went through one guard's head, continued on, and lodged in the stomach of the man slightly behind him. That was a very good shot, as far as Andy was concerned, and she was as proud of it as an incredibly smashed woman is capable of being.

5. White City

   #45

   Erika had rushed past Luke on her way out and had almost shoved him over the banster. She rushed down Luke pulled a small little bug like device and tossed it into her hair. It was small enough that she didn't even notice it, whereever she's going it aught to be better than hanging about here.
   
   Luke smiled as a little ping sounded from his noteputer, he grabbed it and detached the monitor part and strapped it to his wrist. It showed a small cross hair like sketch, which a small red blink moved across. Since he hadn't been able to do any data dumps there was no city plan on it, but a small indicator up top told the direction and how many meters away he was from.
   
   He waited about ten minutes then went outside, the guard outside placed his hand on his shoulder and gripped down hard, "Hey you are not supposed to be-" Luke made a quick jab in the forhead of the man and knocked him out. Suddenly gunshots boomed out from a few blocks away. Luke duck and ran till he looked up and saw Erika dive out a window and run around a corner.
   
   Luke followed her around the corner and a half block down she lay on the ground four men stood over her, Luke all of the sudden felt a shot wiz by his head he literaly felt the air hiss and brush the side of his face as it whizzed by and took out two of the men.
   
   Luke didn't have time to look back, the other two men thought he'd shot their buddies and started unloading rounds at him. Luke doged the shots, and whipped out his Life Force Sword, at first the two men laughed then the beam of white energy tinged blue on the edge, made them groan again. Luke moved like a tiger and sprinted at them when they opened fire again he jumped onto the wall ran on it, did a flip off the wall and sliced off the gun arm of the first man, he slashed again and stabbed the other man through the left shoulder..

6. White City

   #46

   OOC: This is actually pretty far away, I just didn't want to type her whole journey there. I should have made it a bit more clear. :oops:
   
   IC: A shot rang out, but from where, she didn't know. Erika rolled over and saw two men fall, both shot with the same bullet. Luke was tangling with the other two, Hitting one in the shoulder with his sword. Erika pulled her gun up with much effort, and shot the other in the back. She pulled herself up to a kneeling position, She scooped up some undisturbed snow and packed it to the wound on the side of her head. She struggled to her feet and walked over to where her other gun was laying and picked it up. She then hobbled to where the man with a bullet in his gut was laying on the ground in terrible pain. She slowly raised her gun, and aimed it at his head, squeezing the trigger many times. Bang! Bang! click. click. click. click. click. click. click. click. the sounds came out rhythmically.

7. White City

   #47

   OOC: Oops miss read want me to edit my post?

8. White City

   #48

   Andy looked down, satisfying herself that the danger was past. Then she looked at the ladder. That was going to prove difficult. She sighed. Might as well start down before the hang over hit, because otherwise, she'd be stuck up here for a while. She unsteadily started to make her way down to the street.

9. White City

   #49

   Luke let the sword's energy beam fade away and he latched the hilt on his pocket, the gun shot made him jump a little as Erica finished the last one off. Luke took a step or two back the man the ground with his arm gone moaned a little. Luke kicked the man in the side of the head his nack snapped, Luke frowned he didn't like killing too much but this man would either die now or latter. The man with a hole in the collar bone was already muttering incosistantly on the ground then sloped over out cold.
   
   
   Luke felt the man's pulse, he was alive still barely. Luke looked at Eirca, "You alright?"

10. White City

    #50

    "I'll be fine." she stated coldly as she released the mag, and reloaded her gun. All the while she never took her icey gaze from the dead man at her feet. Erika bent down and scooped up some more snow and pressed it against the wound on her head. "I need to get back to headquarters, but first I need to find the owner of the sharp shooting skills that took these guys out." she looked at the man with a single gunshot wound to the head, and as if tracing where the bullet came from she looked up to see Andy making her way off the roof of a building.

11. White City

    #51

    Andy slowly made her way down to the street level. The hang-over was starting to hit, and it was playing hell with her balance. There were a few times when she thought she was going to fall. But she eventually made it. Once on the ground, she leaned against the building for a few minutes, waiting for a wave of dizziness to pass. Then she went around the building to where all the action had been, weaving like the drunk she was.

12. White City

    #52

    Erika looked at the woman. She could smell the cheap liquor as the woman approached, weaving unsteadily. "You're the excellent sharpshooter?" she said unbelievingly, to the drunken woman. Her head began pounding again and she winced. She turned to Luke, "And what are you doing here, not that I'm not grateful." Dizziness came over her so she sat down clumsily in the snow. "I just need to get back." She said as she put her head in her hands, wincing as another wave of pain came over her. Erika then pulled herself to her feet, "Well, we better start heading back to the base." She turned back to Andy "How well can you shoot sober?" she asked with a tinge of curiosity as Erika started to walk, as best she could, in the direction of headquarters.

13. White City

    #53

    Luke paused, and tapped a button, a small bug clattered to the ground. He bent and picked it up smiling, "Well you left in such a hurry, I thought it might by useful if I bugged you and tracked you down. Believe me following you is something I wouldn't want to do again." Althoguh he was panting Lukes face was beet red and sweat was smeared on his forhead.
    
    Luke studied the hungover sniper, "That a damn fine shot, ma'am"

14. White City

    #54

    Andy nodded cautiously. She wasn't going to be able to keep upright much longer. She toed one of the bodies. "Yeah, I'm proud of that one. Didn't know my gun could throw a bullet that hard." She glanced at the woman, and shrugged. "Drunk or sober, it don't make a difference. Shootin' is the one thing that being pie-eyed don't affect for me."

15. White City

    #55

    OOC: hope im not disturbing anything...
    
    Char Info: Name: Red SJ Apparant Age: 26 Race: Human Price: his two spirit companions, blue and green.
    
    IC: "this must be the place... looks kinda gloomy..." walks into the city, unaware of where he really is...

16. White City

    #56

    "I'm just glad you can shoot so well." Erika said gratefully as she shook the dizziness from her skull. She fought the blackouts as best she could, but the dizziness kept racking her skull, and it showed on her face. She paused wincing.
    "We need to start heading back. Injured and on the street is not a place that I disire to be." She motioned for the others to follow her.

17. White City

    #57

    Luke nodded and fell in behind her. He kepy his eyes peeled to the side streets and windows, he had a weird feeling some one was watching them.

18. White City

    #58

    Erika ducked down an alley, constantly looking behind the group and making sure that they wern't being followed, as they slowly crept their way back to the base. They went around to the back alley where a door hid, tucked between soggy crates. Erika did a couple of quick, rapid, but precise knocks on the door. Erika looked up just as the window slid open and a man poked his head out.
    "Looks like a party out here." he shouted. Erika lifted a hand, making barely a wave-like gesture. The man pulled his head back inside, closed the window and stomped on the floor, a sound that was slightly audible to the trio outside. Then the locks on the other side of the door, slid and clicked. A guard opens the door. He stops and stares at the three people standing in the alley.
    "What th--..."

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