Jump to content

Home

Another Superhero RP


Recommended Posts

Synox chuckled, watching the screens before him. A quick stab to a button and a linked device on Retrash's belt goes off. The gang leader gives a jerk of the head and the men in the room leave, leaving Rockhill alone.

 

"You're an interesting one, Rockhill. Most of your cohorts have been rather scared. Only one of them managed to really retain his wits before I talked with him." A pause. "You, on the other hand, have just started making threats and the like, even on the truck. Oh yes, I know about that. Nice latin, by the way, boy."

 

The mutant steepled his fingers, though no one but himself could see it. "Sadly, I must remain a Marshall speaker on the wall to you. However, I have a... business proposal. Recently, your shipments of goods have been subject to raids. Now, we've not been trying particularly hard, as we've been concentrating on your competitors for the most part, but I can easily foresee more attacks, particularly as a number of businesses have seen their way clear to an agreement with us." He watches the young man in the room, a little curious at the man's calm.

 

"This is my proposal- you pay us a certain amount, a percentage of what we can cost you in the next few days- and we leave your shipments alone, in peace. And anyone else so foolish as to try the same thing would soon deal with the Unitarium of the Streets. You see, Mr. Rockhill, this is not just one gang doing some haphazard raiding. I have brought the gangs to heel, they work for me now. Your mafia and cartel contacts should be able to affirm what I have said, and the fact that by the time you are returned to your home, your shipment to London will have been completely hijacked. Stolen." He let a little mroe menace creep into his voice.

 

"I strongly suggest you consider my proposal." At that moment, Retrash and his men entered the room again, still holding the bag and grinning.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

  • Replies 57
  • Created
  • Last Reply

(sorry if I joined too late)

 

Name: Iris Kilar

Nickname: Ghost

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Appearance: Looks like normal

Alignment: Works for Military

Occupation: Police Officer

Powers: Can go through walls, Turn invisible

Biography: I'll do it later, I'm too lazy

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Ghost moved up to a house and took out his pistol. It was supposely the house of a mutant, but the goverment never supplied you with any real info.

"Police, open up!" He called to the door and knocked. He heard someone coming. He went invisible and went through the wall inside the house.

A pale man with blue veins approached the door and opened it, but found nothing.

"Stupid Kids, again." He grunted.

Ghost went behind him and became visible again. He slammed his palms into the man's temples, and inconciousness was immeditate.

He check the man, but found nothing to prove it except.... His teeth. His teeth were a bright white and they all were sharp, and he had red on his teeth.

"Yep, diffently a mutant. Let's go brother." Ghost said to himself, and started lugging the man out of the house into his car.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Rockhill looked blankly forwards for a moment before grinning mischievously and leaning back, making himself more comfortable on the chair.

"No" he said and looked at the speaker with the same grin.

"You have agroup of gangs. Strong they may be, but I can get professionals, the La Cosa Nostra, the Russians, the Cartels, CIA and FBI after you. I don't think the Mafia, the Russians or the Cartels would be too happy to find out you are slowly starting to compete with them. How about a diferent deal" he said and crossed his arms.

 

"You steal one shipment, I'll send the Mafia. Two and I'll send the Russians. Three and the Cartels come in. Four and I'll get CIA and FBI after you. Six, and I'll give a hint of a rival gang to the Triads. Now, if you would happen to steal seven and even more, I'll hire myself a private little army to get rid of you. However, if you happen to decide that you'll back off, I might forget this whole thing and let you handle with the gangs one by one. A multi-frontal war has never been of any use to anyone" he said and a slight gleam came into his eyes.

 

"*Memento mori, mi amicus" he said and looked back at the wall.

"Are we done, then?"

 

((*Remember that you are mortal, my friend))

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Synox laughed, but he felt tension in his mind, uneasiness. Under the laugh was a trace of worry. How did this one know his primary worry? He knew he, by himself, could probably take on large portions of any of one of the groups mentioned. He was wily, powerful, but he wouldn't want to fight more than one of those criminal groups at a time.

 

"I'll take it under advisement, Rockhill." Another signal to the device of Retrash's belt, and the bag went bag over the CEO's head. "I really must apologize for that, particularly as you've provided perhaps the most interesting conversation I've had in years, but I'd like to keep a few things my own business." He cut the video feeds as the small group of men clustered around Rockhill and began guiding him back to the garage.

 

A quick call, and all attacks on Rockhill Technology Company were called off... for the moment. His men needed a little more time, some more training, and more money. Then he could go ahead and have Rockhill call down a gang or two of the... 'professionals'.

 

The truck rumbled to life again as Retrash and the others approached it, bringing their escort into it for the trip back. They'd drop him off in the downtown, where he could easily get transportation to his company's headquarters, or just walk there.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

When the truck arrived downtown and stopped, the CEO was once again grabbed and thrown out of the truck. His bag was taken off and he was untied. As the truck was leaving, he looked at Retrash, pointed at him and then moved his index finger across his throath, meaning that the gang leader won't be there to see the fall of his boss.

 

When the truck was out of sight, he vanished into an alleyway and shortly thereafter, Eyeball levitated up from the alley and started to follow the truck. Suddenly, he vanished in a blur and then appeared inside the truck.

"Heyo, boys!" he shouted and used the moment of surprise against the gang members. It didn't took long before all but Retrash was standing.

 

"You made a bad mistake, Retrash. You're going to die soon" he said as the truck's back doors opened violently and the van behind them was seen. It would be a very unhappy death to fall under the wheeled van. He pushed Retrash to the edge and held him there, hanging with only his psychic powers holding him there.

"Who's your boss, Retrash? Who am I after? Is he somewhere in the training facility?" he asked, his eyes showing pure hatred against him. Eyeball seemed to have snapped

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Retrash gasps and eyes the ground rushing past his head. His eyes are very, very wide and his mouth is wide open in shock. "Hey man, look..." he trails off as he looks in the other man's eyes. "Yeah. He's in the facility, most of the time. He used to go out with us in the city, but he likes to be hidden." The gang leader's tone is crazed, rather frightened.

 

"His name's Synox. I think he must be a mutant of some kind, and he's crazy. Crazy, but smart. He's got it in for other mutants. We brought one back once, found her in the streets..." he trails off and grimaces.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

He let the gang leader slip suddenly but then held him again with his powers. He smiled at the frightened look of the man and came in close.

"Do you want to die, Retrash?" he asked, leaning back and taking a step backwards. The superhero looked at the gang leader and grinned quietly. The truck did not stop and continued for he had taken control of the driver's mind and made him continue the route back to the training compound

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Retrash shakes his head. "Not really, no. Who does?" Fear makes his mouth run, but he quickly clamps it down. "If you're going to do it, though, go ahead and get it over with." He grimaces a little and keeps his hands well away from his gun. He has just watched this man easily and single-handedly kill some of his best men.

 

--

 

Inside his base, Synox sits and thinks, rocking back and forth in his chair. A moment's thinking, and he calls for Actionman, leader of a much smaller, but better trained gang in the Unitarium. "I need you to set out the word that the Unitarium's Commander wishes to speak with the organization called... 'Fluid'." Actionman nods and scampers out. Synox sits back, knowing that his orders are in good hands. He sees Action drive his hoverbike out, and nods, awaiting the return of Retrash.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

"You are willing to sacrifice yourself for a mutant?" he asked and grinned, stepping forwards and taking a hold of his neck before raising the man up into the truck and throwing him onto the truck floor. The truck's doors slammed shut and Eyeball looked at Retrash quietly for a while, observing him. If he would try to grab his gun, he would truly feel thepain that follows his arm starting to get pulled from it's socket.

 

"Don't try to pull out your gun. It's first of all useless and second of all it would have the effect of your arm getting ripped off" he said and took a step forwards.

"You're going to help me. You'll lead me to your boss, weather or not you would want to. Don't go around trying to kill yourself or you'll get hurt. I won't be far away, Retrash" he said and then vanished in a blur again. He appeared on the roof of a nearby warehouse, levitating an inch off the roof. He watched as the truck kept on going and followed it

Link to comment
Share on other sites

The first thing Retrash does is empty his stomach, taking care of that minor problem. He looks around at the gang members on the floor of the truck around him, and moves them so that they will be hidden in the back when he opens the side door. He is shaking, sick, and worried.

 

"Yeah, like I'm willing to die for a mutant. The guy who was threatening me with death is accusing me of wanting to die for a mutant. Damn mutants." he pauses, realizing he is ranting.

 

The truck rumbles to a stop after several more twists and turns, seeming to turn into an abandoned warehouse. However, the insides have been gutted, extra floors added below, and the whole area is radically changed. This is the Unitarium's base of operations. Retrash opens the side door, then looks in at the driver on his way out. "Stay here," he orders, and then heads for Synox's office.

 

---

 

Synox watches as Retrash enters. "Ah, how did it go, Retrash?" he asks, not even turning from the monitors before him. A moment's silence, and Retrash speaks.

 

"It went fine, sir." His voice is somewhat mangled, as if he has seen his own ghost, and Synox quickly swivels around, looking at him.

 

"Don't lie to me, Retrash. You know you can't do it." He stands up, not a very tall man, but powerful, and like the gang leader observed before, somewhat crazy. The gang leader cowers back a bit, his hand finding the door's knob, clearly wishing to be elsewhere. Synox moves forward and Retrash slips out quickly.

 

Synox turns and quickly shuts off his computer, turning back to enter the main garage.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

"Hello there, Synox" a voice called from the other end of the criminal's office. Eyeball leaned lazily on the wall behind him, hands crossed infront of his chest.

"You've built a nice place for yourself. It's hard to find good workers nowadays" he said and stared at the mutant with a grin on his face. The grin showed a clear plan that he had for the mastermind, which would probably not work in the mutant's own base.

 

"It's really hard to trust anyone in a big gang of criminals isn't it? And I didn't even have to scare Retrash much" he said and leaned off the wall, taking a step towards Synox at the same. His eyes never left the man

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Synox eyed the intruder. "Nice tights," he comments. His eyes shift, calculatingly, at the man. "So... a mutant. Very clever, yes, very clever indeed." He grins a little.

 

"Retrash is a good lad, he just worries a little too much is all." A crazy glint comes his eye, but he stands still, calmly working his way towards his heavy desk, grabbing a small necklace off of it before resting one hand on the desk.

 

"And what can I help you out with?" he asks. "Or are you here just to model your new line of clothes for me?"

Link to comment
Share on other sites

((I'm writing this like Fluid has done one or two assassination jobs for Synox. He, like everyone else assums that Fluid is a network of women rather than a mutant.))

 

A nervous young man rapped on Synox's office door and slipped in. "I don't mean to bother you, sir, but there's a woman here to see you. Here's her card."

 

The card read:

 

"We are Fluid. Spread the word if you want something done. Our eyes are everywhere. We will contact you."

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Synox hissed his breath out. "Fool." His mind is working quickly even as he turns to the man still standing there. He breaths out, looking a little more normal, but not by much. He takes out the card he was handed and reads it. He chuckles a little and then nods. "Very well, tell her that she has more than a welcome to come in, she has my invitation."

Link to comment
Share on other sites

((feel free to like have Jason in your story somewhere))

 

The Library was now full. Jason's job was done until he had a new set of returned books needing shelving. He headed upstairs to at the attic. There he jumped around practising his relfexes and speed in the relatively small area.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

The man retreated and only a few seconds later, a young woman with shoulder-length silver hair and bright green eyes entered the room. This was a Fluid he'd seen before. It was rare for the same Fluid to be seen more than once in each place she visited, but for dealing with Synox, it was always better to keep the same appearance.

 

"Hello, Synox," she said pleasantly. "We have been monitoring your business recently. You've been very successful, we see."

 

Smirking slightly, she approached him. "But we are here about our business, not yours." She cocked her head slightly and observed him for a moment. "Police gave us an offer to bring you in again... we nearly left the room and chief panicked." She laughed lightly.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Synox chuckles. "Really? So, the chief knows who is behind the Unitarium, then. Not too surprising, really. I knew it would..." he trails off, looking at the young woman before him. Silver hair, he thinks for a moment, before thinking of other things. He should not keep rambling in front a freelance agent, to be specific.

 

"Again, then. They've offered before?" his eyes glint a little. "I was going to ask you to do something for me, but that will need to wait, because I will have to help with it. This target would be beyond the power of Fluid, no matter how many there are of you."

 

"However, I could use your help on something else. I want you to take and hit Don Farczocci. And Don Formitzo. The chaos should be incredible, no? You will, of course, be paid above the usual amount for the difficulty these targets represent. Are you interested?" He grins a little, knowing just a little of the odd system of honor that marks the Fluid system.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

"We will take the job, but we want your cooperation on a police-given job first," the woman told him. She handed him a picture of Donald VanHorn. "Our eyes have seen this man working for you. We also know that, recently, his usefulness has dropped significantly. He's become full of himself and his supposed importance to your operation. We want him alive and unconscious in our car in twenty minutes. Then, we'll talk about Farczocci and Formitzo."

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Synox looks at the picture, then pulls a small phone out, flipping it open. "Action? Yes, I know about Retrash. No. Just keep an eye on him, make sure no harm befalls him. He's just had to deal with a powerful mutant. I want a couple of the men to check out the delivery truck. But first, something for you to do personally." He watches the silver-haired woman in front of him, expressionless.

 

"VanHorn- you know him? Good. Take a few of your men, nab him, and put him in the car Fluid's representative just arrived in. Within ten minutes. Shouldn't be hard, just use one of the kidnap kits. Drug him up, too, for good measure. make sure he won't come to. See to it personally, Action."

 

He closes the phone and turns on a monitor in the side wall, bringing up a view of a man currently working at a computer terminal. Three men come up behind him and spray something in his face, over his mouth and nose, then one hits him on the chest. The man gasps and soon falls asleep. The three with him truss him up and the views switch cameras to watch as they take the man to the waiting car.

 

Synox lifts his heavy eyebrows. "Trussed up. He's a good man with a computer, but if you're after him, he's not worth it to try and keep him safe." His words carry an immense amount of respect, at least from him.

Link to comment
Share on other sites

Archived

This topic is now archived and is closed to further replies.


×
×
  • Create New...