"Che minchia e?"

As Inar strolled through a small crowd he seems to stand out from the rest as his bleach white hair reflected the setting sun he sighs as he walks into a dark narrow ally and pulls his hood up seeming to dissapear in the darkness he tosses a blood stained knife in to the gutter as he continues.

"Ah, a little drink to start things off." The man said, he was sitting on one of the higher floors of one the cities buildings, sipping a red drink, fine wine to be exact. He smiled and thanked the waitress who soon left him to his business. The man was sharply dressed, not too much to look incredibly conspicuous; simply enough to show that he was defiantly no slob and then some. From his vantage point he had a great view of the street, he watched the cars, the pedestrians, the occasional officer, he watched all of them go about their business and smiled, very soon things would not be very peaceful. The man reached into his bag and pulled out a lap top computer, again, rather mundane looking, but it was the type of computer that had far more function over form.

The man looked up for a second, his vantage point placed him right at the dead center of a three way intersection, and way down the street was the bank. "Perfect" Gerald thought, a nice vantage point, a rather juicy target… and he had a plan. After the startup, the man began to type on his lap top again, it actually took effort to not grin…. well… not too much effort. A new message appeared on the screen, just what Gerald was waiting for.

(Join?)

As Inar walks out of the dark ally across a large open cort yard he spots a bench and grins pulling his hood down as he walks to it,felling that his adrenalin was dieing down, he then scans a crowd looking for his next victim humming a soft tune he glances up at the building with gargoials perched alongside "i hate gargoials" he growls and his lip twiches in aggervation looking back at the crowd he spots a small child playing in a fountian a light smirk appears as he walks to her detracting a small blade on his wrist the sun glimmers off it as he slowly approaches the girl. He grins as he glances around at the oblivious people and officers he reachs for the child knowing it will brake the crowds calm.

((I'm incredibly sorry for this incredibly late post, family issues, December Chaos, things like that. but now it's mostly settled, weather anyone wishes to respond to this or not is perfectly up to you.))

"Well then... let the games begin my good friend." Gerald said as a slight smirk came upon his face, tapping a few more keys on his key board, he then looked upon the street, awaiting a certain package...

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An incredibly loud engine roared through the streets, most specifically the engine of a massive eighteen wheeler speeding down the road, the truck barreled through car and debris alike, it was possibly only a miracle that no one had actually been killed yet. The truck continued to speed down the street, making a sharp turn down the corner and screeching like a banshee before speeding straight towards the banks entrance.

*CRASH*

Flames and debris spouted everywhere as the truck simply rammed it's self into the banks entrance, people screamed in terror and began fleeing the massive accident scene, though there was a strange feeling that this was no accident.

The massive hauler trailer doors suddenly swung wide open, revealing several humanoid shapes, without warning bolts of superheated plasma began to fire randomly from the openings. Stepping out of the trailer, several Mark II combat mechs made their way out, firing randomly upon the civilians, blowing up empty cars and generally causing chaos, forcing the people to flee even more. Seemingly satisfied with their destruction, more mechs, MKI and some more MKII began to emerge from the ruined truck, making their way into the bank...

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The man on the balcony sighed to himself in disapointment. "Gerald, Gerald, Gerald, you have to get a little bit more original, this is the second time you used the truck method." He though to himself. "Still, it never gets old..."

With that, the man slowly got up and calmly exited the building along with the panicked crows, Gerald rolled up his sleeve for a second and took a glance at his control module before hiding it again.


((I know I called my minions battle drones in my pet app, but I sometimes like to use the term mechs to))

"Well... that went well." Deceiver thought as he stood atop of the roof of the restaurant he was previously sipping wine at. Gerald was now donning a dark red hooded robe, and his face was now completely concealed by a gas mask, he had taken on the alter ego of the Deceiver. Scanning the area he saw all of his robotic henchmen making their way out of the trailer and heading into the bank, no errors yet. Deceivers then reach behind his back and brought out his Tesla Rifle, he had a funny feeling that pretty soon he would need it.

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*BANG*


The banks glass doors, as well as parts of the entire wall suddenly blew open. Several humanoid shapes began to appear past the rubble and kicked up dust, beams of light began to shine through as they seem to scan the room. A few seconds later, a loud clanking noise could be heard as the figures began to push through the debris and make their way into the lobby, the dust cleared, revealing the culprits...

robots...

Only two of them, MKII's, where visible at the moment, but it was obvious that there were probably more outside. The mechs took only a second to scan Chelle before deeming her an interference, they then hunched over just a little bit, bringing the plasma cannons on their backs to bear before unleashing bolts of hot ionic death at her.

The mechs whirled around in confusion for a few seconds as two of their comrades where suddenly dismantled, quickly spotting the culprit however, their systems quickly began to kick into high gear as they started to unleash more of their heavier weapons upon the hero. Their efforts did not seem to be in vain as the hero soon began retreating at the sight of their deadly armaments, and as Chelle predicted, they fired upon her as she fled the scene. Under silent orders, the small army of the mechs began to split up, one group headed towards the building their master was standing on top of while the rest continued to make their way into the bank, interference or not they would retrieve those funds...

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The red robed figure turned around with slight surprise as Chelle landed behind him, Deceiver had not actually planned on getting to close to the fight if need be, but hey, plans rarely worked out to well when dealing with super powered beings. The man then look downwards towards group of mechs that where approaching the restaurant, then look back towards Chelle.

"Friends of yours?" He asked?

((hey guys i think i might opt-out of this))