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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 11, 2013 2:51:36 GMT -8
Southwards of Anaheim was Barker territory, cutting the city off from the Ocean and providing a major source of concernation for The Crows.
But before anything could be done, The Crows needed to know exactly what they would be dealing with. Information would have to be collected.
That Meant Recon into enemy lines.
That Meant the Wolfpack.
And so, on this chilly clear night, The Wolfpack were divided into teams of two with Marcus going solo, given quadrants to patrol and sent on thier merry way with orders to remain undetected, Observe and record. Which was why on this chilly night Marcus found himself snuggled up in the old abandoned guts of a conveniance store with bare shelves, garbage scattered all over the floor and the windows boarded up. Through the gaps Marcus watched the street, clad in layers of dirty rags Overtop of his Jacket like a poncho with the hood up to break his sillouhette and disguise himself as just another poor lost soul, taking a small break in his route to rest for a moment and regain his bearings before moving on.
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 11, 2013 3:43:40 GMT -8
On a night like this, anything could happen.
After a time, the sound of heavy, measured footsteps in the street would reach Marcus' ears. A rather large shadow ambled down the middle of the street, preceding the creature that cast it. From a distance the pale sauntering silhouette seemed behemoth in size, well over eight feet tall with the hunching stature of a golem. The colossal figure steadily approached, unhurried, unafraid. It drew ever nearer and passed beneath the looming shadow of a streetlamp.
What appeared to be one monstrous being became two people: a man and a girl, the former sporting the other on his massive shoulders. The hulking man's bare skin was quite pale, white as snow under the moonlight. He donned a large pair of black jeans and boots but was otherwise shirtless, no garment quite large enough to fit his mammoth musculature. His leonine head was proudly raised, framed by a mane of long white hair slicked back from his forehead where two small horns protruded just above his brow line, beneath which glowed two eerie yellow eyes. A content smile spread across his gaunt face. This was Graf.
Mounted on the giant's shoulders was a petite blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl whose slight figure was complemented by his bulkiness, and likewise his body's strength was emphasized by her small grace. Her slender legs clad in blue jeans spread over his broad shoulders as if she were perched atop a horse. One hand rested on the top to the man's head and the other descended by her side, a steel spear with a trident tip in her nimble grasp. She glanced routinely to her left and right with keen, catlike eyes, and the hint of a mischievous grin on her doll-like face. This was Mace.
The pair moved down the street as one, seemingly hunting for something. Their conjoined shadow passed in front of the boarded window of the convenience store, and then stopped.
"Let's look in here," the girl chimed, her sweet-sounding voice laced with something that seemed to feign innocence.
"Do let's." was the deep, deep-voiced response.
A few moments later, the three-pronged head of the heavy spear plunged between two boards blocking a window and then wrenched it free, casting moonlight inside. Large hands tore away the rest until there was enough light and space to look inside. Graf knelt down a little to allow Mace a view into the convenience store. Her bright face lit up at what she saw.
"~Found one!" she squealed, her baby-blue eyes fastened on Marcus.
Mace (Regular Rogue NPC) Stats:
Strength: 14
Dexterity: 21
Constitution: 16
Intelligence: 12
Wisdom: 13
Charisma: 10
Graf (District Captain) Stats:
Strength: 15
Dexterity: 21
Constitution: 17
Intelligence: 12
Wisdom: 14
Charisma: 11
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 11, 2013 15:40:25 GMT -8
He heard the heavy footsteps long before he saw the massive form come into view, but when it did, Marcus immediatly felt his sphincter clench. This was no man, men had no right being so god damn BIG! Nor women for that matter.........
Inhaling with a sharp hiss, Marcus quickly jotted down the mans, for indeed it was a man with a small figure perched atop of him, description, having caught sight of the long white hair which marked him as an experiment. Holding his breath, Marcus hoped, prayed and WILLED for them to move on.
"Let's look in here,"
"Do let's."
'Well FUCK!'
Marcus silently cursed his bad touch of luck. Quickly he pulled his hood further over his head and stuffed his notepad back into his jacket pocket under the folds of the sheets he was wearing.
'Ok Marcus. You are NOT you. You are a homeless guy who would NATURALY be scared shitless. Use the fear, do NOT BREAK COVER.'
With the initial shock gone, Marcus was quickly losing the fear and so had to mentaly grip it with both hands, supplimenting it with memories of his first encounter with Sean Barker.
The second the Spear pierced the windows, Marcus launched himself backwards and scrambled franticaly towards what used to the be candy aisle, pressing himself back as far as he could go with his head down and hands held beesechingly out.
"W-w-who ARE You?"
He gritted his teeth, Of course they would know what the white hair would mean. This meant having to do something rather unpleasent in the extreme.
Fighting the bile in his throat, Marcus got onto his knees and touched his forehead to the dirty floor.
"L-L-L-Long live Lord Barker!"
He chattered with a shrill whine, Trying hard not to vomit in disgust right then and there.
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 11, 2013 15:50:45 GMT -8
A fit of malicious laughter erupted from the two Rogues, high-pitched peals of giggling from the girl and a hearty cackle from the man.
"He thinks we're with Barker!" Mace snorted, hardly able to contain herself.
"Not anymore!"
The petite girl slid down from Graf's shoulders and climbed nimbly through the window. She pointed her trident at the man on the floor with gusto, her other hand perched on her hip.
"~I'm Mace and this is my partner, Graf. Who might you be?" she demanded, her voice sweet but subtly dangerous. |
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 11, 2013 22:53:18 GMT -8
'Just a small town girl....Living in a lonely world. I wanted to take the midnight train going a-ny-where.....'
Marcus had to clench his teeth tightly together to keep from giggling as the thought floated through his head. The urge to give voice to it almost overpowering until he reminded himself of what the stakes were.
Catching the taste of violence in the young girls words left the man wondering, if they weren't Barkers own, then what gave them the confidence to waltz about so brazenly? His mind travelled from one possibility to another and all of them were grim. Knowing she would expect an answer, Marcus thought up a lie and thought it up quick.
"M-m-my name's Ignatious. My friends.....call me Iggy."
He stammered and whined, trying to sound as submissive as possible and losing himself into the character he had created. With the freedom he had gained during his decade of Travel, Marcus had created a game for himself where sometime he would create a new Persona for every new location he would visit. He had been amazed at how...liberating it was to be able to change faces so easily.
"Please...I'm nobody, I have no money or anything, just please leave me alone!"
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 11, 2013 23:33:02 GMT -8
Mace's jaw dropped.
"~NO FUCKING WAYYY!" she trilled, apparently delighted. She whirled around to beam excitedly at the grinning giant in the window.
"His name's Ig."
"So it is!"
"I ~LOVE Ig!!!"
Just as quickly as she'd been distracted, the bubbly girl snapped her attention back to the new Ig and she jabbed her trident threateningly in his direction again to get his attention. As if she didn't already have it.
"Sayyy. Are you an army man?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 12, 2013 22:58:42 GMT -8
'Uh oh....'
So apparently they either were mistakening him for someone else, Continuing playing thier little game or more likely than the previous, simply knew another person named Ignatious.
'Well fuck. What are the odds?'
They were enjoying themselves. So Confident in thier power, fully in the belief that they were in complete control of the situation. Marcus had seen thier like before. Bullies, no matter if it was in a school or out, it was always the same damn game. Marcus felt his lip curl, nearly forgetting that he was supposed to be trembling in fear. He had dealt with thier kind before. Enough times in fact to make a name for himself. Not that it mattered here in this city though.
The girl brandished her weapon at Marcus once again, making him tense up not so much in fear, but in a fierce attempt to keep himself from plucking it out of her hands and going all Vlad the Impaler on her tight little behind with it. Still, they weren't exactly DOING anything to him yet......
It was almost as if they were just as curious of him as he was of them and nothing more. Best not to let down the guard though.
"Sayyy. Are you an army man?"
His confusion was genuine. Forgetting himself, He looked up and met the young girls malicious blue eyes for a moment, head tilted quizzicaly before looking down in what he hoped looked like shame.
"Ummmm. No. No, they........wouldn't accept me."
From one look, Marcus got the impression of Sweet candy with a poison filling from the girl, and A Brute of a man with a worrisome intelligence behind his eyes. They would definatly be trouble for any one of his wolves. It would probably take the entire pack just to put them down if it came to that even.......
'Then again, Must everyone be an enemy?'
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 13, 2013 15:13:15 GMT -8
Mace's grin flipped into a sympathetic pout at the man's confession. Or was that sympathy? Disappointment?
"Awww, why not?" she crooned, pulling her trident out of the man's face to rest the end on the ground. She seemed to have completely forgotten the hunt…
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 15, 2013 19:14:15 GMT -8
"Uuuh, well......"
Marcus began, uncertain as to the game the little girl was playing. Slowly he would shuffle back, pulling his knees out from under him hugging them close to his chest as he rested his back against the shelves behind him.
After immitating embaressment by stammering for a few minutes more, he finaly let out a defeated sigh.
"Like it matters now. I'm a good for nothing coward! Big guy like me, Think I'd be a shoe in huh? But the truth is I never hurt a fly in my life!"
He wailed miserably, wondering when his Emmy was going to be mailed to the compound.
"They tried to 'toughen me up' by kicking the crap out of me on a daily basis, but when that didn't work they just tossed me back out onto the streets!"
Marcus hung his head and went silent for awhile. These two were seriously beginning to intrigue him. After his moment of 'Self Pity' had passed, Marcus shuddered and hugged himself tighter. His hood still covering his face.
"Why you wanna know anyway? Who are you people, Really? Why Can't you just leave me alone!??!!"
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 15, 2013 23:05:22 GMT -8
"Well, I was gonna feed you to my dog here," Mace started, rolling her eyes, "but I dunno if I want to hear you squeal anymore." The girl took a decisive step back, one hand still on her hip, a skeptical smirk tugging at the corners of her pout.
"Miss V doesn't like it when you let them go…" [/font][/b] the giant reminded her in a calmly apprising tone. Mace turned and frowned innocently at the big guy. "He's so cute and sad though! She doesn't have to knowww~ Besides, his name's Ig!" she pouted, with a coy tilt of her head. Graf raised his brow and turned his big yellow eyes to the man in question, regarding him casually, but a little bit doubtful. "What if he does squeal?"[/font][/b] Mace smirked at the voice of reason, her babydoll face as ever-changing as a thousand animate masks. She slid her blue gaze over to Ig once more. "'Bout what to who? He doesn't know a thing~" [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 16, 2013 0:41:10 GMT -8
And the Plot THICKENS! These two were definatly fast becomming people of interest. Miss V? Now who could that be? A Crime lord of some sort? They HAD said they weren't with Barker anymore which would be an odd thing to lie about to a basic peasent. Unless they were on to him, which seemed unlikely.
And what the HELL did she mean by feeding him to her dog?
"I...I promise, I promise I wont tell anyone! I mean it's not like they would believe me anyway.......They'll say I've been hitting the paint thinner too hard again most like.......Not that there's much of THAT anymore these days. Getting harder and harder to find ways to cope ya know......"
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 16, 2013 2:03:42 GMT -8
"Tch. Shoulda grabbed it all at the beginning, like we did~" Mace chuckled. Oh, there was plenty of alcohol to go around in the Rogues territory, the thanks due mainly to Leech who seemed to have an endless supply of it even now.
"~Bye now, IIIIG <3" the girl chirped, blowing the man a kiss and a wink. She darted over to the window and hopped up, slipping an arm over Graf's broad shoulder. The man shrugged her onto his back and she perched as she was before, holding the trident proudly in her right hand.
The two rogues set off again, sauntering down the street a block or two…
Marcus would possibly hear, in the distance if he had not followed them, something along the lines of:
"~OH LOOK HOW CUTE A BUNNY!"
"Can I eat that?" [/font][/b] Graf laughed. "*gasp* No!"[/color][/b] "Ow,"[/font][/b] he chuckled at the chastising bap on the head he'd received. "That's why we're looking for people. PEOPLE. I don't care about people but leave the adorable little animals alone! *LE SIGH* Don't be like Jaq, all he eats is rabbits! :("[/color][/b] "I thought you liked Jaq."[/font][/b] "SHOOSH, you!" [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 19, 2013 22:55:30 GMT -8
Giving the departing pair a polite, if confused wave goodbye. Well THAT was certainly the most bizzare encounter he'd have in a long while. Something about them had peaked his interest. Could his poor excuse of a sob story really have had such an effect on them? And what kind of odds that they knew someone named Ignatious?! Marcus had picked than name right off the top of his head!
'Funny the way luck works. Wonder if I should push mine now.....'
Marcus wanted to follow them to satisfy his curiosity if anything else, But at the same time he wanted to know alittle more about them. He wasn't quite sure how to peg them down and that bothered him somewhat. They weren't just bullies in it for the violence. They almost seemed driven. As if they were looking for something specific.
The question was, what exactly was it?
Feeling gutsy, Marcus commed in his Wolves, commanding them to return to the Den and expect him much later in the night. Of course he could just shadow the pair, but where would the fun in that be? Tonight he was going to stick with his Iggy persona, so out the back door he went, quick as a bunny and silent as a wolf.
Following thier voices, which were becomming more and more alarming in content. Once he got close enough, he would start stealthing like an amateure. Wouldn't be good for the role if they spotted him going all covert ops now would it? Watching them from behind a building, peeking around the corner at them, Marcus would watch and wait.
{{OOC}} Sorry for the Lateness! >.< {OOC}
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 20, 2013 8:48:11 GMT -8
"Everybody knows it," [/font][/b] Graf chuckled, earning himself another bap on the head. "ow"[/font] "I said SHOOSH. I think I heard something…" The pair became immediately silent, a trained sort of stealth about the way they moved forward; even the giant's feet seemed to make no sound as he trod forth slowly, approaching an alley at the corner of a building. Mace raised her trident in fierce silence. … "HA! FOUND YOU~" she trilled maliciously, hurling her weapon into the shadows. There was a sickening thud and a shriek as the triple-pronged steel spear thrust itself into a man's ribcage, knocking him breathless to the ground in an instant where he lay gasping. …Marcus would be probably be able to see this from where he peeked at the other side of the street. Mace hopped down from her mount and trotted into the darkness of the alleyway only to re-emerge moments later dragging the spear behind her. Something heavy trailed at the end of it. Some poor homeless nobody was lugged out of the shadows, his chest impaled on her spikes. "~Now that's what I'm talking about." the girl beamed, standing with a hand on her hip. Graf smiled down at her complacently. Of course he could have hunted for himself, but Mace seemed to enjoy doing it for him too much, so he let her. Or rather, she insisted. "~Welp~" she hummed, reaching for the shaft of her spear. A red tennis shoe was slammed down onto the corpse's chest while she wrenched the trident out, a sickening crunch and a spray of blood trailing after it. Mace's face contorted with a playfully squeamish look. Eeew~[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 25, 2013 21:58:59 GMT -8
"Aww FUCK."
Marcus hissed between clenched teeth. He felt his entire body poise to strike the second the poor man was speared, but he knew all it would amount to was breaking cover. But he couldn't just let them have thier way, especialy if he planned to conquer the area after. Last thing he needed was psychopathic killers on the loose in his area of influence.
What to do? What to doooooooo?
And then Marcus got a devilish Idea.
Suddenly he would burst from his hiding place, knocking over a few trash cans and making lots of noise. If the two killers turned his way, Marcus would freeze before shakingly raising an accusing finger at them.
"Y-y-y-you.....You KILLED him! Oh GOD I t-t-t-t-t-thought you were gonna just beat him up but you F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-fucking KILLED HIM!"
Scrambling up to his feet, Marcus brushed himself off, He would have to tone himself down for this one, but he was sure he would get his message across. 'Iggy' was about to become a LEGEND!
Slowly, uncertainly, he raised up his fists.
"He....He was my FRIEND!"
Yes. Little Iggy was going to FIGHT!
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'Iggy's' Stats
Str: 20
Dex: 15
Con: 15
Int: 10
Wis: 10
Cha: 5
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