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| Topic Started: Feb 22 2012, 06:24 AM (162 Views) | ||||
| Kirin | Feb 22 2012, 06:24 AM Post #1 | |||
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Kirin the Bloodedge
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Word Count: 1000 Summary: The Seer reflects on her return, and bathed in the blood of her enemies, she rises again. Notes: Just going for LP. I have suffered indignities that most would never have to endure. I have suffered a crushing defeat, the loss of my allies, the removal of my base of power and public humiliation - all of it at the hands of the Opaddeka Military Establishment. Like all things, though, times change. Things change. Opportunities are presented and I weave them with the tapestry of time. I see before me a chance to change the things that they have wrought. Their power wanes. The military, as a functioning unit, is all but nothing. Their stealth bombers and their naval warships are sitting useless in their bases and in their ports. Their soldiers don't patrol the streets of my city. Their power structure has been shattered. They, as a team, are nothing. Which gives me an extremely valuable opportunity. Footfalls echoed in the night, the air cold and crisp enough to make it a bone-chilling sound. A heavy cloak's hem dragged along the dusty street, walking in the shadow of tall buildings through the financial district of a broken city. With every passing step-- with every passing second-- the looming presence that fell in the back of the retreating man's mind gre stronger, as if some kind of powerful psychic force was tearing at his mind, shredding it apart from the inside. Because it was. "You have failed me for the last time, Mister Smith," came the voice of a woman, clearly unsatisfied with something or another. Her hands were folded in front of her, hidden under the sleeves, and her face was masked behind the shadows the cloak's hood cast. All of Kevin Baconville knew the mask that was the Seer. All knew the name and trembled. Her power in the city was unrivalled. Completely unmatched. She, alone, had eliminated the only competition that had ever been posed to her - and this was before her Talons were available to her. Yes. The leader of Talon roamed the streets of KBVille once more. And she was out for blood. Her personal enforcers seemed largely gone... meaning she was doing most of the dirty work herself. It was just that much more terrifying knowing that the angel of death was coming for them. And what she had in store was... "I swear, Seer, this is not my fault!" The man was cowering, his back up against a brick wall as the Seer advanced on him. Her gaze, invisible to the naked eye, burned brightly with all the rage of a thousand burning suns. Her presence, psychically amplified, was enough to tear at his soul. All around would know of the Seer's presence... and tremble. But this man? No. He was trembling not out of the fear that she was broadcasting, but for fear for his life. "Do not lie to me, Smith! I know what you have done - it was you that leaked the information to the military. All of this. Everything that has been wrought lays upon you. Your betrayal of my kindness, my team and most of all my trust, will not go unpunished." "No, Seer! Please-- no-- I didn't mean--" "Oh, but you did." The man, back to the wall, had nowhere to run as the Seer pulled her left arm out of the right sleeve, holding it forward, pointing a single finger towards Smith's head. Her hand, carefully manicured, began to glow a bright azure as it began to lift upwards - and he followed her. The body was being psychically lifted up into the air, telekinetically moved as blood-curdling screams filled the air. There was a very definite fear. Fear so palpable that it could be sensed-- a fear that the Seer relished. She enjoyed the feel of inspiring terror into the hearts of men. She enjoyed the absolute power that her position brought her. She would never have traded it for a thing in the world. "I know every thing resting in that rotten mind of yours. I know every thought. Every scrap. I know that you cheated on your wife two weeks ago. I know that you sold your car not because you wanted to buy a new home but because you have a gambling addiction and your debt became too large. And I know that you sold me out to the OME because of the promise of a few measly zenny!" "Please, Seer... forgive me, please have mercy on me..." "Mercy comes in many forms, Smith. Here's one." Suddenly, the form of a silenced pistol shot out from inside her right sleeve, popping into her hand. With trained practise did the weapon elevate upwards, aiming right for the man's skull - and one round fired from it, barely making a noise in the dark. The bullet pierced the man's brain, and with the hollow-point round the cranium exploded outwards just slightly, causing a large splatter on the ground of grey matter and of blood. The weapon tracked down, and three more dark patches of blood appeared on the inside of his shirt as three more sharp reports pierced the night sky. The body, suddenly stripped of all life, fell to the ground as the Seer released her hold, crumpling to the ground in a mangled heap. With no care for clean up, or for repercussions, the Seer returned her weapon to her sleeve, turned around, and walked away. There were two lessons to be learned. One was that betraying Talon would cost you your life. The second? You do not fuck with the Seer. Your death is guaranteed - just be glad it is not long, drawn out and torturous. It was also a sign to the world at large. Something for all to see, and for all to fear. Talon was rising again, its crippling sickness now cut out - and the Seer, her identity unknown to the world, was once again manipulating the skeins of fate to her advantage - and to the downfall of all that was just in the world. Edited by Kirin, Feb 22 2012, 03:38 PM.
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| Frac | Feb 22 2012, 05:04 PM Post #2 | |||
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MEGA-RAYQUAZA
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Right then. Felicity's hiding and subsequent taking advantage of the OME's diminished presence was explained here quite well and evocatively, I think. Pumping three rounds into Smith's chest after having already shot him in the head seems a touch overkill, but hey, we're talking about a psychotic psychic supervillain here. It works. It's all self-contained, and I only saw one typo when reading through it ("the looming presence that fell in the back of the retreating man's mind gre stronger" should be "...grew stronger"). So as long as I have this figured out correctly, here's what you get: Grading breakdown Final Score: 36 ![]() (and 3 for me)
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