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Empire city. City of oppurtunity
DIR By: Overlord529
Date: November 11, 2014, 7:10 pm
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Here it was, Empire City, in all of its glory.
The hooded man smirked as he gazed upon the buildings towering
above him, a rather pungent odour came from it, and the city was
still dirty with debris, bullets, and car parts. From what he
had heard, there had recently been a plague that had hit this
place, and only recently had the quarantine been lifted. Yet
still it brimmed with life, he could sense it. Not too many
people were out and about quite yet though, too early. The sun
had risen, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. But the day was
still cold, and most people would probably be waiting until they
grudgingly had to go to work.
He gave a sniff of distaste. If the quarantine had been lifted,
perhaps that meant who he was looking for had left, he wasn't
too sure. He had heard of a 'saviour' in the city, a super
powered individual who had rescued the city from the perils
during the quarantine. That person may well be who he was
looking for.
But first, he needed a disguise.
Casually, he lifted out a wallet, brimming with money and oddly
enough, a cell phone, he had obtained from others along the way
here, he made sure it was openly visible, and then turned into a
dark alley.
Sure enough, he was followed. To his amusement, he heard a gun
****ed from behind.
'Give me ya money, punk!' The gruff voice commanded.
Smiling, the figure turned around, arms raised, and dropped his
wallet to the floor.
The bald, frenzied-looking mugger before him glared suspiciously
at the 'victims' face. 'What's so funny?'
'I remembered a good joke' was his smooth reply.
'Kick it to me.' The mugger ordered, waving his guns in a rather
pathetic attempt to appear threatening while trying to avoid the
smiling face of the man he had ambushed. There was something
strange about the face… heck, the entire man.
Casually, he tapped the wallet with his shoe, the tap however
was enough to send the wallet sliding the dozen or so meters
next to the mugger, who bent down and picked it up…
And he was in front of him, traversing in seconds the fair
distance between them. With a sharp *crack*, the mugger fell to
the ground, his neck broken, his body was jerked into the air as
tendrils came out of the man, grasping the mugger's body and
absorbing it into his own.
But it didn't end there. Tendrils covered, the man, changing
colour and texture, and then there was the mugger in the spot.
Smirking, he examined his hands and clothes. 'It will do.' The
voice was the muggers, but it was no longer panicked.
Bending down, he picked up the wallet; taking out the phone he
dialled a number.
'I got us a place to crash while we look for him.' He said
casually into the phone. 'Number eighty six in Twelve Lincoln
Road, an apartment. I'll see you soon, there's a computer for
you to work your magic on.'
He left no time for answers and simply turned off the phone. He
walked out of the alley into the throngs of people who were
beginning to come out, probably work was starting.
'I know you're out there somewhere Pariah.' He gave a smirk.
'I'll find you.....Brother"
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