The Last Generation - A Metahuman RP [IC]

[Empire of Gibraltar]

Viktor Rusbaston - Stormcloud

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VIktor was zoned out looking out the window as we were flying over the Great Lakes, after the flight attendant repeated his question Viktor heard him and answered him, "Yes, I'd like another glass of vodka please, thank you." After getting the vodka he drank it.

He then reclined his chair and fell asleep. When he woke up around 13 hours later, he was just touching down in Berlin, but didn't know it and asked the flight attendant, "Where is the plane located at the moment?"
"We are just touching down in Berlin." The flight attendant advised him, "With anti-russian sentiment very high here as well, I suggest you stay in the plane."
And so he obliged, and once again the plane took off, this time the final hop, going to the new capital of St. Petursburg.
He arrived in St. Petursburg, and the first thing he did was go to mansion and called up a group of important Russian officials. He would tell them what he discovered, and find the best course of action.

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Muhammad Akuma - Bishop | Bishop's Penthouse in Dubai

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The Bishop had every last one who had been at the finish line killed, they had seen him use his powers, and would help the authorities track him down. So his henchman hunted down every last one before they could travel far or tell anyone and kill them, make it look like an accident, and get away from the scene.
After one of his henchmen handed him the phone and walked away he took off his mask and said, "Hello, what do you need?"

[Syrixces]

Viktor Rusbaston - Stormcloud

---

VIktor was zoned out looking out the window as we were flying over the Great Lakes, after the flight attendant repeated his question Viktor heard him and answered him, "Yes, I'd like another glass of vodka please, thank you." After getting the vodka he drank it.

He then reclined his chair and fell asleep. When he woke up around 13 hours later, he was just touching down in Berlin, but didn't know it and asked the flight attendant, "Where is the plane located at the moment?"
"We are just touching down in Berlin." The flight attendant advised him, "With anti-russian sentiment very high here as well, I suggest you stay in the plane."
And so he obliged, and once again the plane took off, this time the final hop, going to the new capital of St. Petursburg.
He arrived in St. Petursburg, and the first thing he did was go to mansion and called up a group of important Russian officials. He would tell them what he discovered, and find the best course of action.

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Three men in suits entered the room, carrying strange looking pistols. "Hands in the air, NOW. " "These are microwave guns, and will dehydrate you faster than you can say 'water'"


Muhammad Akuma - Bishop | Bishop's Penthouse in Dubai

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After one of his henchmen handed him the phone and walked away he took off his mask and said, "Hello, what do you need?"

[Syrixces]

Viktor Rusbaston - Stormcloud

---

VIktor was zoned out looking out the window as we were flying over the Great Lakes, after the flight attendant repeated his question Viktor heard him and answered him, "Yes, I'd like another glass of vodka please, thank you." After getting the vodka he drank it.

He then reclined his chair and fell asleep. When he woke up around 13 hours later, he was just touching down in Berlin, but didn't know it and asked the flight attendant, "Where is the plane located at the moment?"
"We are just touching down in Berlin." The flight attendant advised him, "With anti-russian sentiment very high here as well, I suggest you stay in the plane."
And so he obliged, and once again the plane took off, this time the final hop, going to the new capital of St. Petursburg.
He arrived in St. Petursburg, and the first thing he did was go to mansion and called up a group of important Russian officials. He would tell them what he discovered, and find the best course of action.

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Muhammad Akuma - Bishop | Bishop's Penthouse in Dubai

---

The Bishop had every last one who had been at the finish line killed, they had seen him use his powers, and would help the authorities track him down. So his henchman hunted down every last one before they could travel far or tell anyone and kill them, make it look like an accident, and get away from the scene.
After one of his henchmen handed him the phone and walked away he took off his mask and said, "Hello, what do you need?"

"23rd Street pier. There is a black boat, 'The Cabal's Pride. Get in. Alone."

[Bycrest]

Warren looked down and saw the magnet beneath him. "Oh crap!" He yelled as he fell to the ground.

"Ow!" he said. "Okay, who's the wise guy and how did you know my gravity powers don't work near magnets?"

Several men in blue and red indicator covered black suits ran near him, with magnetic projectile weapons. "On the ground, hands in front, now!"

"I don't know what this is about and whatever it is, I didn't do it. But I did do this." Warren opened portals under all the men and they fell through, he opened more directly above and watched them fall in an infinite loop.

"Always funny." he laughed.

[Empire of Gibraltar]

Viktor Rusbaston - Stormcloud | Storm Mansion in St. Petursburg, Russia

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Viktor was sitting in his conference room when he heard someone barge in his front door. He had his hand on a revolver under the desk, when the three people with very large guns appeared and said it would dehydrate him, he turned pale, even more pale than usual. Had the government decided he had outlived his usefulness. He thought of a plan very quickly in his head, he would tell them he was with the Russian government, if there was any hesitation at all he would take that chance to run, not faster than the microwave beams, but faster than they could possibly move those large guns.
"I work for the Russian government, if you harm me, they will come looking for you."

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Muhammad Akuma - Bishop | Penthouse in Dubai, UAE

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"Okay, I'll meet you there." Bishop responded to what he assumed was the Prophet.
He wouldn't know for certain, as he has never met the Prophet in person before, and every time he always had a much different voice. The Bishop began preparing, he grabbed a suppressed pistol and put it in his shoulder holster. He grabbed a 1.5 foot long combat knife and put it in his lower leg holster. He then slipped on dress pants, and a tuxedo, and instead of a hood, he put on a nice tophat, keeping his black mask of course. He then walked into the elevator, at the bottom of the elevator he told his door guard, to stay on guard, especially since he was leaving the apartment.
He left his apartment and got into his limo, not Luna, and got a ride down to the docks. When he walked out onto the docks he saw the boat in question, a 150 foot superyaucht, by the name of The Cabal's Pridethe funny thing being is that it actually doesn't stick out with Dubai being the home to many millionaires, and billionaires.
He walked to the ship, and got on, he then knocked on the entrance to the bottom decks.

[Syrixces]

Several men in blue and red indicator covered black suits ran near him, with magnetic projectile weapons. "On the ground, hands in front, now!"

"I don't know what this is about and whatever it is, I didn't do it. But I did do this." Warren opened portals under all the men and they fell through, he opened more directly above and watched them fall in an infinite loop.

"Always funny." he laughed.

"Not as funny as this." Said one from behind him, and he shot four tranq darts into him. "Nighty - night."

[Syrixces]

Viktor Rusbaston - Stormcloud | Storm Mansion in St. Petursburg, Russia

---

Viktor was sitting in his conference room when he heard someone barge in his front door. He had his hand on a revolver under the desk, when the three people with very large guns appeared and said it would dehydrate him, he turned pale, even more pale than usual. Had the government decided he had outlived his usefulness. He thought of a plan very quickly in his head, he would tell them he was with the Russian government, if there was any hesitation at all he would take that chance to run, not faster than the microwave beams, but faster than they could possibly move those large guns.
"I work for the Russian government, if you harm me, they will come looking for you."

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"Ha. Haven't you heard? You've been traded. Now, on the ground, hands in the air. Now."


Muhammad Akuma - Bishop | Penthouse in Dubai, UAE

---

"Okay, I'll meet you there." Bishop responded to what he assumed was the Prophet.
He wouldn't know for certain, as he has never met the Prophet in person before, and every time he always had a much different voice. The Bishop began preparing, he grabbed a suppressed pistol and put it in his shoulder holster. He grabbed a 1.5 foot long combat knife and put it in his lower leg holster. He then slipped on dress pants, and a tuxedo, and instead of a hood, he put on a nice tophat, keeping his black mask of course. He then walked into the elevator, at the bottom of the elevator he told his door guard, to stay on guard, especially since he was leaving the apartment.
He left his apartment and got into his limo, not Luna, and got a ride down to the docks. When he walked out onto the docks he saw the boat in question, a 150 foot superyaucht, by the name of The Cabal's Pridethe funny thing being is that it actually doesn't stick out with Dubai being the home to many millionaires, and billionaires.
He walked to the ship, and got on, he then knocked on the entrance to the bottom decks.

A man in black walked up to him. "Welcome aboard, sir!"

[Bycrest]

"I don't know what this is about and whatever it is, I didn't do it. But I did do this." Warren opened portals under all the men and they fell through, he opened more directly above and watched them fall in an infinite loop.

"Always funny." he laughed.

"Not as funny as this." Said one from behind him, and he shot four tranq darts into him. "Nighty - night."

Warren pulled the tranqs out of his back and turned around to see the man who shot him. "Well... that's unfortunate." He said as he collapsed on the floor unconscious. However since he didn't close the portals, they stayed open and the guard were still stuck in the infinite loop.

[Syrixces]

"Not as funny as this." Said one from behind him, and he shot four tranq darts into him. "Nighty - night."

Warren pulled the tranqs out of his back and turned around to see the man who shot him. "Well... that's unfortunate." He said as he collapsed on the floor unconscious. However since he didn't close the portals, they stayed open and the guard were still stuck in the infinite loop.

"Goddamit. Mag those men out. Grab 'em and bag 'em, let's go. "

[Empire of Gibraltar]

Viktor Rusbaston - Stormcloud | Storm Mansion in St. Petursburg, Russia

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Viktor had heard them and he begun to put his hands up. But at speeds barely able to see with the naked eye he grabbed the revolver shot in the direction of the intruders, before taking off at 50 MPH through his house. He ran to the outside and used his super strength to jump the fence into his front yard, but ran into a group of a dozen of the intruders. And so he whipped out the revolver and shot a round into 5 of them, but was hit by a microwave gun and slowed down, before being hit by multiple tranquilizers.

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Muhammad Akuma - Bishop | The Cabal's Pride in Dubai, UAE

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He nodded to the man, "Thank you." And walked on board.
He said to the captain of the ship, "Where is the conference room on this ship, so I can meet our friend?"

[Videssos]

Before he could leave, it seemed trouble had followed him. As soon as the assailants abruptly entered the room, he instinctively jumped back along the nearby wall, tendrils of shadow veering out, latching onto the nearby ground and granting greater speed to this movement. Of course, this turned out to be backing himself into a corner which whilst ensuring he was in a dark part of the room, also made his escape more difficult.

Rapidly seeking to assess the situation, Hisoka's gaze scanned over the team sent against him. They all had flamethrowers, which had always proven troublesome, both in the damage they did, and the fire's illumination of the shadows he commanded, which weakened and destroyed them. These foes were also all women. It seemed someone had done a bit of research.

Where before his countenance was casual yet eager, that expression had vanished to reveal a coldness increasingly tinged with fear. Hisoka threw a pair of knives with his left hand, procured from a hidden part of his dress. They hit the lights of the room, obscuring it in darkness, whilst the glow in his own eyes dimmed. He ran to the left, his speed increasing as he flickered from shadow to shadow, hoping he would get close enough to the nearest exit before the flames came...

"Night vision on!"

"He's making a run! Stand down, or we will fry you! We have all exits blocked!"

A voice came from the exit, "Make a move, and you burn!"

Hisoka smiled, though his expression held little humour. Of course. They wouldn't let him escape that easily. It seemed it was fight or be captured, and he wasn't too keen on the latter, even if he usually wasn't that bothered about losing. He stopped, his left hand flickering as he hurled several hidden throwing knives towards the flamethrower-equipped women. His other hand still held Juuchi Yosamu, the cursed blade of Muramasa's crafting, said to have a malevolent sentience that demanded it take at least one life before being sheathed, and which could apparently cut through anything. That said, cutting through the flame that would likely soon come his way, wasn't really an option, since the fire could easily pass round the weapon, and burn him anyway.

For now, he would try to rely on his agility, and shadow manipulation. He would then try shapeshifting, preferably into something able to avoid the flames whilst dangerous enough to tear through the armour of his foes. Hisoka didn't have time to plan anything elaborate, and the fear gnawing at his psyche wasn't helping. He knew that if he stayed in one place, the flamethrowers would trap and roast him. He vaulted along the side of the wall, arcing through the air in the higher part of the room, attempting to avoid and keep his distance from the flamethrowers, and those who used them, accordingly. Behind the team, their own shadows rippled and rose, distinct and animated. These shadows grew claws, spikes and fangs, before moving to attack the women from whom they originated.

[World Anarchic Union]

Edward Black-Hellstorm
A hooded figure, dressed in a black coat, emerged under a street light in St. Petersburg. He wandered the streets, which were quite lively for a cold afternoon. He passed through many different shops and stores, filled with a variety of things. Should you look at this district, you wouldn't have guessed what had happened to Moscow.
He had heard of the name: the Prophet. This person was like a myth by now. Stories about his achievements or crimes, depending on who you talked with. Edward didn't have any national affiliations. He didn't represent or work for any country. He was alone in this pursuit and with no leads.

He looked towards his pocket. He had a very limited amount of cash and he was kicked out of the hotel, if one could call that place a hotel, due to not being anle to pay. He hadn't had a good-paying job since the unification of most of Western Europe under the Pope. As he entered a very badly lit alley, two men appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. They were both carrying knives. The first spoke, in Russian, a language Edward could understand and speak.
"You look rich, friend. Mind giving us what you carry to ease your pocket." The other guy laughed.
Edward smiled.
"Maybe you should reconsider this."
They laughed louder as they approached him. Their knives were now aimed at his throat.

As they moved closer, he sighed and, with a quick move, kicked the first guy on the leg, while punching the other in the face. Before they could react, he had unholstered his staff. Twisting it around, he hit the man he had kicked, in the stomach, and following that attack, in the face. The other man attempted to stab him again, but Edward brought the staff behind his neck, hitting the man in the eye. They were both on the ground now. He smiled and, after hitting them both again, in the legs, left them in the alley. He found himself in a very crowded square, where he stood near a cafè, thinking what he should do.

[Syrixces]

Viktor Rusbaston - Stormcloud | Storm Mansion in St. Petursburg, Russia

---

Viktor had heard them and he begun to put his hands up. But at speeds barely able to see with the naked eye he grabbed the revolver shot in the direction of the intruders, before taking off at 50 MPH through his house. He ran to the outside and used his super strength to jump the fence into his front yard, but ran into a group of a dozen of the intruders. And so he whipped out the revolver and shot a round into 5 of them, but was hit by a microwave gun and slowed down, before being hit by multiple tranquilizers.

---

"Get him to the ship. Let's go."

Muhammad Akuma - Bishop | The Cabal's Pride in Dubai, UAE

---

He nodded to the man, "Thank you." And walked on board.
He said to the captain of the ship, "Where is the conference room on this ship, so I can meet our friend?"

An attendant said, "Right this way, Sir." And injected four tranq darts into him. "We'll get there, Sir."

[Syrixces]

"Night vision on!"

"He's making a run! Stand down, or we will fry you! We have all exits blocked!"

A voice came from the exit, "Make a move, and you burn!"

Hisoka smiled, though his expression held little humour. Of course. They wouldn't let him escape that easily. It seemed it was fight or be captured, and he wasn't too keen on the latter, even if he usually wasn't that bothered about losing. He stopped, his left hand flickering as he hurled several hidden throwing knives towards the flamethrower-equipped women. His other hand still held Juuchi Yosamu, the cursed blade of Muramasa's crafting, said to have a malevolent sentience that demanded it take at least one life before being sheathed, and which could apparently cut through anything. That said, cutting through the flame that would likely soon come his way, wasn't really an option, since the fire could easily pass round the weapon, and burn him anyway.

For now, he would try to rely on his agility, and shadow manipulation. He would then try shapeshifting, preferably into something able to avoid the flames whilst dangerous enough to tear through the armour of his foes. Hisoka didn't have time to plan anything elaborate, and the fear gnawing at his psyche wasn't helping. He knew that if he stayed in one place, the flamethrowers would trap and roast him. He vaulted along the side of the wall, arcing through the air in the higher part of the room, attempting to avoid and keep his distance from the flamethrowers, and those who used them, accordingly. Behind the team, their own shadows rippled and rose, distinct and animated. These shadows grew claws, spikes and fangs, before moving to attack the women from whom they originated.

"Burn!"

They let fly with the flame throwers, and activated arc lights on their armor, illuminating their whole bodies, while spreading a circle of flame around the target.

[Syrixces]

Edward Black-Hellstorm
A hooded figure, dressed in a black coat, emerged under a street light in St. Petersburg. He wandered the streets, which were quite lively for a cold afternoon. He passed through many different shops and stores, filled with a variety of things. Should you look at this district, you wouldn't have guessed what had happened to Moscow.
He had heard of the name: the Prophet. This person was like a myth by now. Stories about his achievements or crimes, depending on who you talked with. Edward didn't have any national affiliations. He didn't represent or work for any country. He was alone in this pursuit and with no leads.

He looked towards his pocket. He had a very limited amount of cash and he was kicked out of the hotel, if one could call that place a hotel, due to not being anle to pay. He hadn't had a good-paying job since the unification of most of Western Europe under the Pope. As he entered a very badly lit alley, two men appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. They were both carrying knives. The first spoke, in Russian, a language Edward could understand and speak.
"You look rich, friend. Mind giving us what you carry to ease your pocket." The other guy laughed.
Edward smiled.
"Maybe you should reconsider this."
They laughed louder as they approached him. Their knives were now aimed at his throat.

As they moved closer, he sighed and, with a quick move, kicked the first guy on the leg, while punching the other in the face. Before they could react, he had unholstered his staff. Twisting it around, he hit the man he had kicked, in the stomach, and following that attack, in the face. The other man attempted to stab him again, but Edward brought the staff behind his neck, hitting the man in the eye. They were both on the ground now. He smiled and, after hitting them both again, in the legs, left them in the alley. He found himself in a very crowded square, where he stood near a cafè, thinking what he should do.

Two men came up from behind him, holding what looked like dart based weapons. They thrust them into his back, and whispered, "Move."

[Imperial Northern States]

Yriel Muteigh. / Pandemonium.
Sunderland, North-East England.
Snow Goose Café, Sunderland Marina.

He sits, café latte and a large slice of carrot cake in front of him. He plays with the lit candle in front of him, as he slowly sips his coffee, and nibbles on his cake.
He looks at his hands, admiring them.
The carrot cake is delicious. The icing, white, purest, with walnuts embedded upon it. It's perfectly moist, and decidedly moreish.
The late, in a tall glass, more foam than coffee. It was nice enough, but he's had better, he's used to better.
The waitress comes over, collects his empty plate, used fork and glass.
He hands over the money.
She returns the plate, glass and fork to the kitchen, before moving to the till to deposit his money.
He smiles, stands up, moves to the doorway.
Ignites it.
The waitress, understandably, is frightened.
He keeps smiling.
"Today's going to be a good day"

[World Anarchic Union]

Two men came up from behind him, holding what looked like dart based weapons. They thrust them into his back, and whispered, "Move."

Edward was a bit surprised but smiled. I could burn them right now. But, it looks like the best option right now
"Sure. Who are you, gentlemen? Or, more correctly, who do you work for?" He started walking, towards the area they pointed him.

[Syrixces]

Yriel Muteigh. / Pandemonium.
Sunderland, North-East England.
Snow Goose Café, Sunderland Marina.

He sits, café latte and a large slice of carrot cake in front of him. He plays with the lit candle in front of him, as he slowly sips his coffee, and nibbles on his cake.
He looks at his hands, admiring them.
The carrot cake is delicious. The icing, white, purest, with walnuts embedded upon it. It's perfectly moist, and decidedly moreish.
The late, in a tall glass, more foam than coffee. It was nice enough, but he's had better, he's used to better.
The waitress comes over, collects his empty plate, used fork and glass.
He hands over the money.
She returns the plate, glass and fork to the kitchen, before moving to the till to deposit his money.
He smiles, stands up, moves to the doorway.
Ignites it.
The waitress, understandably, is frightened.
He keeps smiling.
"Today's going to be a good day"

"Target's lit up a building. "

"Shit, move move move!"

A dozen men burst onto the scene, wielding rifles, with water canons on their backs. "On the ground, now!"

[Syrixces]

Two men came up from behind him, holding what looked like dart based weapons. They thrust them into his back, and whispered, "Move."

Edward was a bit surprised but smiled. I could burn them right now. But, it looks like the best option right now
"Sure. Who are you, gentlemen? Or, more correctly, who do you work for?" He started walking, towards the area they pointed him.

"Santa Claus." That shoved him into the alley, and laid fire into him with the tranq darts. "Sleep tight!"

[Imperial Northern States]

Yriel Muteigh. / Pandemonium.
Sunderland, North-East England.
Snow Goose Café, Sunderland Marina.

He sits, café latte and a large slice of carrot cake in front of him. He plays with the lit candle in front of him, as he slowly sips his coffee, and nibbles on his cake.
He looks at his hands, admiring them.
The carrot cake is delicious. The icing, white, purest, with walnuts embedded upon it. It's perfectly moist, and decidedly moreish.
The late, in a tall glass, more foam than coffee. It was nice enough, but he's had better, he's used to better.
The waitress comes over, collects his empty plate, used fork and glass.
He hands over the money.
She returns the plate, glass and fork to the kitchen, before moving to the till to deposit his money.
He smiles, stands up, moves to the doorway.
Ignites it.
The waitress, understandably, is frightened.
He keeps smiling.
"Today's going to be a good day"

"Target's lit up a building. "

"Shit, move move move!"

A dozen men burst onto the scene, wielding rifles, with water canons on their backs. "On the ground, now!"

He smiles, wide. A mad mans grin.
"Gentlemen, please, I am unarmed." He looks at them all. "And I'm concerned, this seems like an illegal intervention." He grin lessens.
"Let us not be too hasty."

[Syrixces]

"Target's lit up a building. "

"Shit, move move move!"

A dozen men burst onto the scene, wielding rifles, with water canons on their backs. "On the ground, now!"

He smiles, wide. A mad mans grin.
"Gentlemen, please, I am unarmed." He looks at them all. "And I'm concerned, this seems like an illegal intervention." He grin lessens.
"Let us not be too hasty."

"On the ground! Hands in the air! Now!"

[World Anarchic Union]

Edward was a bit surprised but smiled. I could burn them right now. But, it looks like the best option right now
"Sure. Who are you, gentlemen? Or, more correctly, who do you work for?" He started walking, towards the area they pointed him.

"Santa Claus." That shoved him into the alley, and laid fire into him with the tranq darts. "Sleep tight!"

He fell unconscious, his last thoughts being You will pay. Before he could realize it, he was unconscious in an alley, unable to do anything.

[Imperial Northern States]

He smiles, wide. A mad mans grin.
"Gentlemen, please, I am unarmed." He looks at them all. "And I'm concerned, this seems like an illegal intervention." He grin lessens.
"Let us not be too hasty."

"On the ground! Hands in the air! Now!"

"Gentlemen!" He shouted, throwing his hands into the air, while also throwing fire forwards, "Be careful what you wish for!"

[Syrixces]

"Santa Claus." That shoved him into the alley, and laid fire into him with the tranq darts. "Sleep tight!"

He fell unconscious, his last thoughts being You will pay. Before he could realize it, he was unconscious in an alley, unable to do anything.

"Bag 'em. Let's go. Chief's expecting us. "

[Syrixces]

"On the ground! Hands in the air! Now!"

"Gentlemen!" He shouted, throwing his hands into the air, while also throwing fire forwards, "Be careful what you wish for!"

The men hit the ground. "Shit! Beta now!"

A tall, 5oish year old man walked out from the flaming restaurant.

"Must I do everything myself?"

He reached out, and grabbed the back of the fiery man's neck, and slammed him into the ground.

"If you know what's good for, you'll stay down."