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Making enemies or friends (Thelonious)
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Making enemies or friends (Thelonious)
Glowering down upon the Earth with one aluminous eye the full moon rained upon the darkness of a cloudless night, its silver light flourished upon the midnight ocean of sky that supported its weight as it proceeded with its celestial dance through the night sky awaiting the arrival of the new day at the behest of the blazing sun. Small dots of stars glinted within the black precipices their normal radiant light that would be so breathtaking to behold had been reduced to mere shells of their former self’s when obscured by the amount of waste produced by the city that it surveyed upon this night. Upon the streets below the only sources of light on the dusty garbage riddled roads were the artificial light billowing upon the lights of the various lampposts that stood parallel to each other as stewards against the encroaching night, it was during these late hours of the night that most of the population hibernated in their bedrolls, tucked in their loved ones in the everlasting comfort of their houses that sheltered them from the world behind. Fairy tales, stories that people would tell themselves to reassure their minds to abdicate to notions of safety for the real threats were not lurking within their own private worlds they were upon the streets applying their misbegotten trade of crime along with their vengefully vendettas against the law. The city streets slept quietly within the mind broken only by the occasional sound of the howling of dogs that barked or whelped against the moon to communicate with its kin or the cold whistle of the winds that fluttered through the world on this tranquil night.
Footsteps echoed down the street as two men walked out from the veil of darkness to walk the city corners, one was lean and skinny with a well toned build one would compare him to an athletic performer with his tightly corded muscles and tanned skin tone, he also bore a large duffle bag upon his back that was flat and empty, the other companion on the other hand was a small worm of a man possessing a very pale skin tone almost looking like he was covered in chalk from the paleness, the pale man also supported a very large gut an awfully heavy indicator to the style of a decadent lifestyle that he leads. These two gentlemen prowled down the streets surveying each of the locked up stores that they found. “Freddy better of turned off those alarms,” the larger man said his voice coming out in thick wheezes as though he had a cold that blocked his throat and nose from speaking normally, the well toned man simply grinned at the notion cracking his knuckles in response in an intimidating fashion. “This is the place,” the athletic man spoke with a deep voice as he turned onto a jewellery store, rummaging within the duffle bag he brought out a rather large rock in order to smash his way through the unprotected glass, “good, he’s removed the railing everything’s going to plan.” The fat man chortled slapping his hands together in glee like a child being offered a particularly sweet piece of candy.
“Hey!, Hey! What are you doing there!” A voice ripped through the night air as the two men whirled around with the large slab of stone held high in the air, “Stop police!” the man shrouded in shadows yelled who sprinted towards them fumbling around the belt in order to draw armaments in the form of a rather well conditioned pistol towards the individual. Cursing at one another the two men fled from the scene scramming away from the scene to save their own hideous hides, logically the large man was caught by the officer and at gunpoint was able to make the arresting charge against him with a sliding of the handcuffs upon the wrist one of the fledging criminals had been arrested for attempted theft. The larger man however, was able to easily outstrip the officer running down the alley the buildings becoming nothing but a sickly blur in front of him as his lungs began to heave with oxygen as the oblongata within his brain forced his heart rate to increase his breathing rate in gasps of air, the hot breath rattled against the air causing small layers of mist to emerge before him. In a matter of minutes he reached the designated area that the lone convict would meet their fellow criminal who had disarmed the defences on the store. Turning his large head towards the building he saw a small scaffolding of a fire escape that led from the base of the floor all the way up towards the roof, it didn’t take long for the man to reason that his compatriot had to be on the ceiling surveying the heist. As fast as a bolt of lighting the man quickly ascended the steps his feet making a cacophony of noise upon the metal material as one would expect such a venture would make.
Finally the two large feet found the ledge of the rooftop as they gazed around at the empty building, upon the roof were a small arrangement of constructions such as blocks of tiles gathered upon one area and a large box that contained the exit from the heights level of the stairs that ran through the building, this box cut just under a quarter of the roof from his perspective so he marched onwards to look around this inconvenience. “Er.. Freddy?” The deep booming voice called as with each step he drew closer and closer towards his crewmate. “Don-!, ARGH!” A voice whipped from the curtain of concrete as a large thumping noise broke the sentence, the rustling of clothing rippled around the area as Freddy a long skinny man with a full beard and long grease smattered hair that billowed down to shoulder height flew into full view of his compatriot, Fred’s back slammed against the concrete as he lay knocked out with only a trickle of blood flowing from a broken nose that was blotched purple from the resounding blows that he had taken. Instinctively the well built man looked upwards as a man draped in a full black overcoat with sleek black hair stepped out from the shadows, the thief was struck by fear as he gazed upon this new arrivals face if there was anything to see of it at all.
Black hair whistling within the cold night air Richard Flynn or most widely known as the Ghost gazed towards his new prey, upon his face was a full bleached white mask with only a purple shaped lightning bolt covering one eye, the Ghosts hair would fall down over his ears and his fringe would fall over the edge of the mask jaggedly, deep sapphire blue eyes blazed from within the mask striking fear that would send chills down the spine of any man that would dare pluck up the courage to meet his eyes. His attire was simple a long black overcoat that fell towards knee height, the upper half of the overcoat was zipped together hiding any form of protection underneath the clothing, his long black trousers were rippling within the wind slightly loose to provide maximum comfort from any range of movement. The large man stood there as his senses began to overcome his fear, he stood slightly taller than this new arrival by a good few inches and his muscle mass on first glance would appear to be superior to his opponents in every way conceivable, “you’ll pay for that small fry!” the large man bellowed as he charged forward towards his new adversary with one arm outstretched in order to barbarically grab the opponents skull and crush his brains into a putrid mess. The Ghost gave a smile but it was only reflected upon the mask by a large red painted smirk that reached from one side of the mask to the other.
The Ghost simply bent his knees to provide power towards his hips before hoisting his forearm upwards with the flick of the hips, the forearm lifted the giant of the man’s entire snatch directly into the air and out of harm’s way, shock caught the man off guard as the man in the mask took full advantage of this stunning factor. Hooking the outstretched arm that was now useless to the body within his armpit, sweeping along the right leg to the hamstring of his opponent he used the remaining arm to grab at the opposing shoulder and slam the man downwards with enough force to send cracks into the concrete. With one miserable groan of pain this thief squirmed uncontrollably with pain from the colliding fall, a small outline of his figure had been forever imbedded into the materials that were constructed into the roof, Ghost took a handful of clothing around the scruff of the neck on this individual who was still conscious enough to talk sense to him. “Tell me who put you up to this, I’ll know if you’re lying.” Ghost interrogated his victim as he drew him upwards back to his feet, the modified muscles within his body made the man almost seem light to him he was able to drag him around as easily as if he was a rag doll despite the size difference in muscular mass, weight and height. “I’m not telling you nothing.” This criminal said definitely before Ghost whirled around with the man still in the air, dangling him off the rooftops where with one uneasy slip would cause the man to fall a severe drop that wouldn’t be enough to kill him but would almost indefinitely cause some kind of injury such as a broken limb. “You think you’ll be able to walk again if you fall from this height, you should start telling me something more useful than your bravado.” Ghost could respect this man’s tight lipped zeal to not indulge him with the knowledge about his crew or to those that work above him in the chain of command but the man would only squirm and gasp like a small baby within his mother’s arms as he dangled off the precipice to the oblivion that lay below.
Footsteps echoed down the street as two men walked out from the veil of darkness to walk the city corners, one was lean and skinny with a well toned build one would compare him to an athletic performer with his tightly corded muscles and tanned skin tone, he also bore a large duffle bag upon his back that was flat and empty, the other companion on the other hand was a small worm of a man possessing a very pale skin tone almost looking like he was covered in chalk from the paleness, the pale man also supported a very large gut an awfully heavy indicator to the style of a decadent lifestyle that he leads. These two gentlemen prowled down the streets surveying each of the locked up stores that they found. “Freddy better of turned off those alarms,” the larger man said his voice coming out in thick wheezes as though he had a cold that blocked his throat and nose from speaking normally, the well toned man simply grinned at the notion cracking his knuckles in response in an intimidating fashion. “This is the place,” the athletic man spoke with a deep voice as he turned onto a jewellery store, rummaging within the duffle bag he brought out a rather large rock in order to smash his way through the unprotected glass, “good, he’s removed the railing everything’s going to plan.” The fat man chortled slapping his hands together in glee like a child being offered a particularly sweet piece of candy.
“Hey!, Hey! What are you doing there!” A voice ripped through the night air as the two men whirled around with the large slab of stone held high in the air, “Stop police!” the man shrouded in shadows yelled who sprinted towards them fumbling around the belt in order to draw armaments in the form of a rather well conditioned pistol towards the individual. Cursing at one another the two men fled from the scene scramming away from the scene to save their own hideous hides, logically the large man was caught by the officer and at gunpoint was able to make the arresting charge against him with a sliding of the handcuffs upon the wrist one of the fledging criminals had been arrested for attempted theft. The larger man however, was able to easily outstrip the officer running down the alley the buildings becoming nothing but a sickly blur in front of him as his lungs began to heave with oxygen as the oblongata within his brain forced his heart rate to increase his breathing rate in gasps of air, the hot breath rattled against the air causing small layers of mist to emerge before him. In a matter of minutes he reached the designated area that the lone convict would meet their fellow criminal who had disarmed the defences on the store. Turning his large head towards the building he saw a small scaffolding of a fire escape that led from the base of the floor all the way up towards the roof, it didn’t take long for the man to reason that his compatriot had to be on the ceiling surveying the heist. As fast as a bolt of lighting the man quickly ascended the steps his feet making a cacophony of noise upon the metal material as one would expect such a venture would make.
Finally the two large feet found the ledge of the rooftop as they gazed around at the empty building, upon the roof were a small arrangement of constructions such as blocks of tiles gathered upon one area and a large box that contained the exit from the heights level of the stairs that ran through the building, this box cut just under a quarter of the roof from his perspective so he marched onwards to look around this inconvenience. “Er.. Freddy?” The deep booming voice called as with each step he drew closer and closer towards his crewmate. “Don-!, ARGH!” A voice whipped from the curtain of concrete as a large thumping noise broke the sentence, the rustling of clothing rippled around the area as Freddy a long skinny man with a full beard and long grease smattered hair that billowed down to shoulder height flew into full view of his compatriot, Fred’s back slammed against the concrete as he lay knocked out with only a trickle of blood flowing from a broken nose that was blotched purple from the resounding blows that he had taken. Instinctively the well built man looked upwards as a man draped in a full black overcoat with sleek black hair stepped out from the shadows, the thief was struck by fear as he gazed upon this new arrivals face if there was anything to see of it at all.
Black hair whistling within the cold night air Richard Flynn or most widely known as the Ghost gazed towards his new prey, upon his face was a full bleached white mask with only a purple shaped lightning bolt covering one eye, the Ghosts hair would fall down over his ears and his fringe would fall over the edge of the mask jaggedly, deep sapphire blue eyes blazed from within the mask striking fear that would send chills down the spine of any man that would dare pluck up the courage to meet his eyes. His attire was simple a long black overcoat that fell towards knee height, the upper half of the overcoat was zipped together hiding any form of protection underneath the clothing, his long black trousers were rippling within the wind slightly loose to provide maximum comfort from any range of movement. The large man stood there as his senses began to overcome his fear, he stood slightly taller than this new arrival by a good few inches and his muscle mass on first glance would appear to be superior to his opponents in every way conceivable, “you’ll pay for that small fry!” the large man bellowed as he charged forward towards his new adversary with one arm outstretched in order to barbarically grab the opponents skull and crush his brains into a putrid mess. The Ghost gave a smile but it was only reflected upon the mask by a large red painted smirk that reached from one side of the mask to the other.
The Ghost simply bent his knees to provide power towards his hips before hoisting his forearm upwards with the flick of the hips, the forearm lifted the giant of the man’s entire snatch directly into the air and out of harm’s way, shock caught the man off guard as the man in the mask took full advantage of this stunning factor. Hooking the outstretched arm that was now useless to the body within his armpit, sweeping along the right leg to the hamstring of his opponent he used the remaining arm to grab at the opposing shoulder and slam the man downwards with enough force to send cracks into the concrete. With one miserable groan of pain this thief squirmed uncontrollably with pain from the colliding fall, a small outline of his figure had been forever imbedded into the materials that were constructed into the roof, Ghost took a handful of clothing around the scruff of the neck on this individual who was still conscious enough to talk sense to him. “Tell me who put you up to this, I’ll know if you’re lying.” Ghost interrogated his victim as he drew him upwards back to his feet, the modified muscles within his body made the man almost seem light to him he was able to drag him around as easily as if he was a rag doll despite the size difference in muscular mass, weight and height. “I’m not telling you nothing.” This criminal said definitely before Ghost whirled around with the man still in the air, dangling him off the rooftops where with one uneasy slip would cause the man to fall a severe drop that wouldn’t be enough to kill him but would almost indefinitely cause some kind of injury such as a broken limb. “You think you’ll be able to walk again if you fall from this height, you should start telling me something more useful than your bravado.” Ghost could respect this man’s tight lipped zeal to not indulge him with the knowledge about his crew or to those that work above him in the chain of command but the man would only squirm and gasp like a small baby within his mother’s arms as he dangled off the precipice to the oblivion that lay below.
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Re: Making enemies or friends (Thelonious)
It was a dark night, or at least it would've been, if the light and stars weren't out. Thelonious loved NY for many reasons. Most of his business came from here, but also, there was so much to do here. Thelonious wished he could've been here for relaxing, but the occasion was business. He, along with two other guys, were hired to steal...something...the details weren't too specific, from a building. Thelonious of course, did not participate in the actual robbery, but instead just supervised it, in case anything goes wrong.
Thelonious was an experienced mercenary, and he didn't have time for petty stuff like this. Besides, those 2 needed experience, especially the fat one. He watched from the building from afar on a rooftop to see if everything turned out OK. After a few moments, they both fled the building being chased by cops. The fat one got caught by the cops, but the leaner one managed to escape the cops. From afar, Thelonious tried to use his ferrokinesis to sense who had metal on them...the one robbed was special and had a unique signature.
Thelonious felt the precious metal on the leaner man, although he didn't see it on him. This was a high paying job that he was going to get paid for. He had to assure that his accomplish made it out safe and sound. He stepped back a bit and decided to run towards the edge of the building and leap to the floor next to where he was. He then climbed the rooftop up, but when he got there, he saw some man dangling his accomplish with over the rooftop.
"Excuse me, sir, but may you please let him go. We're trying to run a business here." Thelonious said. He knew this would not work though, like this man would just give up this criminal. Thelonious was waiting for a fight, and as such, he got a hold of his chain. "So, what do you say?"
Thelonious was an experienced mercenary, and he didn't have time for petty stuff like this. Besides, those 2 needed experience, especially the fat one. He watched from the building from afar on a rooftop to see if everything turned out OK. After a few moments, they both fled the building being chased by cops. The fat one got caught by the cops, but the leaner one managed to escape the cops. From afar, Thelonious tried to use his ferrokinesis to sense who had metal on them...the one robbed was special and had a unique signature.
Thelonious felt the precious metal on the leaner man, although he didn't see it on him. This was a high paying job that he was going to get paid for. He had to assure that his accomplish made it out safe and sound. He stepped back a bit and decided to run towards the edge of the building and leap to the floor next to where he was. He then climbed the rooftop up, but when he got there, he saw some man dangling his accomplish with over the rooftop.
"Excuse me, sir, but may you please let him go. We're trying to run a business here." Thelonious said. He knew this would not work though, like this man would just give up this criminal. Thelonious was waiting for a fight, and as such, he got a hold of his chain. "So, what do you say?"
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Re: Making enemies or friends (Thelonious)
Squirming like a trapped rat the criminal clasped and fumbled at the titan grip around the scruff of his clothing, Ghosts hands were heavily interlocked around the man’s collar and would not yield his grasp no matter how many attempts the man would employ in order to release himself from his cage. The masked man looked towards the victim as his blue eyes were concealed in the shadows of the moonlight giving him the look of a haunting phantom as the white mask leered towards his body, Ghost could feeling the trembling that coerced its way through the man’s skin as he was panicking to lose himself before the inevitable plummet that could only be avoided one way. “Talk!” Ghost roared at the man who’s sweat began to furrow around his brow around sheer treasure, the criminals eyes never leaving the hand or the face that loomed before him like the devil it’s self however, no matter how hard Ghost would throttle this man he would not speak out of sheer dread of the interrogation or the people above him. “If I tell you, I’m dead anyway,” the criminal spoke making a squeak like a mouse being trodden on Ghost saw a trickle of urine fall from the shoes and out onto the ground as the man’s bowls loosened out of the fear that flooded through his veins, death was truly an intimidating factor. The smell intoxicated the area as the patch bloated upon his clothing as his legs stiffened in response to this craven embarrassment.
Footsteps resonated within the masked mans ears as the well built man gave a shuddering gasp to the man that had intruded upon his little game. Ghost stepped sideways to twist his head without presenting his back to the adversary, the hand was still tightly fastened into place hoisting the craven man above the pinnacle of the rooftops to a bone crushing drop that would await him, the last accomplice had arrived on the scene who’s figure looked much more intimidating and experienced than the mere Childs that Ghost had decimated beforehand. How could I have missed this man in my surveillance of the situation, he’s either experienced or I made a real screw up, I hope it’s the former. Ghost pondered to himself looking stoically towards the individual that stood so casually before him you would think it was just another day at the office. "Excuse me, sir, but may you please let him go. We're trying to run a business here." The voice was calm, confident, concealing his true intentions in ways the trembling man suddenly stopped his quivering now that his knight in shining armour had arrived to protect him from the haunting of the Ghost, the masked man turned his gaze upwards so that his sapphire blue eyes would blaze forth taking into perspective the man before him.
This larger mercenary took hold of a large chain linked together in cords of metal that could only spell pain for whoever this metal snake would strike, Ghosts eyes lingered upon the chain wondering if the man would use it to strike at him there and then with the hostage in hand. "So, what do you say?" Ghost let the silence fall between the two stretch outwards for a few more seconds before responding towards the man tightening his grip upon this individual. “Let him go? Sure.” The criminal gave a large smile of satisfaction as the Ghosts voice trailed off but this was quickly reversed into a look of utter despair as true to his words Ghost let go of the collar and the criminal plummeted down towards the Earth at hurtling speed, screaming the man was buffeted by the building that he had fallen in such close proximity to collapsing washing lines that had been stretched between the building that the men stood upon and their neighbours. ‘Flump!’ the sound of the man’s body colliding with such tenacious force against the pavement echoed around the area, his leg was bent at an angle utterly broken and dislocated the shoulder the arm had been dislocated as he attempted to break the fall with his arm which was one of the biggest mistakes he could of made. Aside from that however, the man’s lungs were still breathing and his head was able to avoid most of the conflict between the pavement so he was still alive but fully unconscious perhaps even put into comatose.
“What’s your part in this; you hardly seem like the man to be hanging around with this pack of clowns?” Ghost asked the man as his head turned towards the new arrival his features as impassive as his thought towards the crippled scum, “so do you plan on telling me who your employer is or do I have to give you the same treatment as these crooks?” Ghost asked as the masks broad red smile smirked towards the man that would be listening to the conversation, gesturing around at the technician of the group named Freddy and the now crippled athletically built man that had plummeted towards the ground. “Think of it as a business deal if you want, you help me catch this guy and I’ll let you take your cut of any of his treasury from this scum's stores, or you could attempt to launch your attack at me and walk away with meagre pay or broken limbs, the choice is yours.” Ghost waited for the answer to arrive with anticipated breath, the sapphire blue eyes locked onto the this strangers gaze not giving away any of his intentions due to the mask his features were impassive and impossible to read, the fate of this nights work rested on this man’s shoulders the soul decision to either attack or to aid the Ghost.
Footsteps resonated within the masked mans ears as the well built man gave a shuddering gasp to the man that had intruded upon his little game. Ghost stepped sideways to twist his head without presenting his back to the adversary, the hand was still tightly fastened into place hoisting the craven man above the pinnacle of the rooftops to a bone crushing drop that would await him, the last accomplice had arrived on the scene who’s figure looked much more intimidating and experienced than the mere Childs that Ghost had decimated beforehand. How could I have missed this man in my surveillance of the situation, he’s either experienced or I made a real screw up, I hope it’s the former. Ghost pondered to himself looking stoically towards the individual that stood so casually before him you would think it was just another day at the office. "Excuse me, sir, but may you please let him go. We're trying to run a business here." The voice was calm, confident, concealing his true intentions in ways the trembling man suddenly stopped his quivering now that his knight in shining armour had arrived to protect him from the haunting of the Ghost, the masked man turned his gaze upwards so that his sapphire blue eyes would blaze forth taking into perspective the man before him.
This larger mercenary took hold of a large chain linked together in cords of metal that could only spell pain for whoever this metal snake would strike, Ghosts eyes lingered upon the chain wondering if the man would use it to strike at him there and then with the hostage in hand. "So, what do you say?" Ghost let the silence fall between the two stretch outwards for a few more seconds before responding towards the man tightening his grip upon this individual. “Let him go? Sure.” The criminal gave a large smile of satisfaction as the Ghosts voice trailed off but this was quickly reversed into a look of utter despair as true to his words Ghost let go of the collar and the criminal plummeted down towards the Earth at hurtling speed, screaming the man was buffeted by the building that he had fallen in such close proximity to collapsing washing lines that had been stretched between the building that the men stood upon and their neighbours. ‘Flump!’ the sound of the man’s body colliding with such tenacious force against the pavement echoed around the area, his leg was bent at an angle utterly broken and dislocated the shoulder the arm had been dislocated as he attempted to break the fall with his arm which was one of the biggest mistakes he could of made. Aside from that however, the man’s lungs were still breathing and his head was able to avoid most of the conflict between the pavement so he was still alive but fully unconscious perhaps even put into comatose.
“What’s your part in this; you hardly seem like the man to be hanging around with this pack of clowns?” Ghost asked the man as his head turned towards the new arrival his features as impassive as his thought towards the crippled scum, “so do you plan on telling me who your employer is or do I have to give you the same treatment as these crooks?” Ghost asked as the masks broad red smile smirked towards the man that would be listening to the conversation, gesturing around at the technician of the group named Freddy and the now crippled athletically built man that had plummeted towards the ground. “Think of it as a business deal if you want, you help me catch this guy and I’ll let you take your cut of any of his treasury from this scum's stores, or you could attempt to launch your attack at me and walk away with meagre pay or broken limbs, the choice is yours.” Ghost waited for the answer to arrive with anticipated breath, the sapphire blue eyes locked onto the this strangers gaze not giving away any of his intentions due to the mask his features were impassive and impossible to read, the fate of this nights work rested on this man’s shoulders the soul decision to either attack or to aid the Ghost.
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Re: Making enemies or friends (Thelonious)
Thelonious had a slight scare when he saw the man, or rather, the man's mask. Not that the mask was scary itself, just that he wasn't expecting it. He dropped the man when he said let him go, which Thelonious secretly admired. Incompetent. I never liked them anyways he thought. As if reading his mind, he asked why he was with these "clowns". Thelonious laughed in his mind at that. However, the masked man was not finished with his questions. He wanted to know if he would help him stop his employer, or would they have to fight. It was obvious that the man was proud of himself, but he needed to see why.
Yes, my employer is a moron. Yes, I could take him out myself if I wanted to. But I don't really feel like risking a paycheck. Thelonious thought. He waited awhile to think about things. You know what, why not take the money and the boss man in. Thelonious thought this man could be a very good ally. But of course, just like most others in the business, he'd have to prove himself. Thelonious let go of his chain...only to quickly grab for his hammer and throw it towards him. If this man makes it out without any serious injuries, then I know this guy is a real deal.
Yes, my employer is a moron. Yes, I could take him out myself if I wanted to. But I don't really feel like risking a paycheck. Thelonious thought. He waited awhile to think about things. You know what, why not take the money and the boss man in. Thelonious thought this man could be a very good ally. But of course, just like most others in the business, he'd have to prove himself. Thelonious let go of his chain...only to quickly grab for his hammer and throw it towards him. If this man makes it out without any serious injuries, then I know this guy is a real deal.
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Re: Making enemies or friends (Thelonious)
Standing vigilantly on the edge of the rooftop the Ghosts sapphire blue eyes bore into the depths of the man before him, he was enticing him with the succulent meat of money along with the esteem of taking out an organiser of crime; it was a hard dish to turn one’s nose up in disgust. The cold wind billowed behind the masked man as his overcoat flapped slightly within the wind, the hem of the coat whipped along the back of his knees and his hair billowed forth over the mask, behind him the giant eye of the moon illuminated his figure in the pale moonlight casting a disfigured shadow over this mercenary that was swaying between his loyalties. Ghost could recognise apprehension even without any form of telepathy it was obvious that the man was struggling internally between the more safer route of attempting to finish off the one man that stood before him for the meagre payment that would be bestowed upon him in appreciation for this accomplishment, or to take the higher more difficult path to turn on this boss for more rewards of reputation and the luxury of green cash. The long slender chain that was so well crafted with interlocking strands gleamed upon the moonlight as Ghost kept his hands and wits about him ready for an almost certain surprise attack by the readings of his face that held some loyalty within the eyes.
Come on, go into business for yourself I just need to location, come on!” Ghosts mind grunted to its self as if wishing for it hard enough would cause it to become a reality. Ghost saw this internal conflict bestowing within this gentlemen before him as his thumb as well as the rest of his fingers loosened the grip upon the chain letting them collapse against his ribs one more clinking against their brethren chain wrapped around the large muscular chest of the man that was pondering the deal. Ghost let out a grin mirrored by the large red smile that was sewn upon the bone white mask as the sapphire blue eyes gleamed towards the mercenary, the chill of the night air seemed to warm him as his euphoria broke through anything that mere elemental construct like coldness or breezes could conjure upon him. Almost at once however, the mercenary swung out a rather large hammer seemingly from out of nowhere, Ghosts eyes flashed with a secret layer of fury hidden behind the mask, the adversary before him flung the axe from his phenomenal grasp and the blunt edged hammer hurtled towards him ready to smash his head in two and redecorate the building behind him in an interesting coating named the Ghosts brains.
Ghost side stepped off the building as gravity plummeted down onto his shoulders, with the sudden drop Ghost had the sensation that his stomach was driving upwards into his chest as his heart rate began to pulse blood faster with adrenaline that was chemically released into his blood flow from the sudden situation of danger. Just before Ghost plummeted with his overcoat flowing upwards up to elbow height as he fell Ghost raised his arm closes to the side of the building letting his fingers in order to grasp a hold of the ledge to prevent him suffering from the same fate as the crippled man below. Ghost’s muscles screamed in protest as any normal persons strength would surely submit to their lack of prowess and dive towards the ground instead of having their entire body weight suddenly dangling from one arm upon the ledge of a building. Ghost watched as the hammer flew over head only to smash upon the neighboring roof top causing dents upon each time it slammed against the concrete before it finally ceased its momentum and came to a halt. Those neighbors must are going to be pissed, they may call the cops here on noise alone let alone the damage. Ghost grimaced to himself as one handed he hoisted himself back onto the building to stand before the mercenary once again, it took Ghost slightly aback to find that he was no preparing another attack towards him. Gambling within his chance along with the emotions that he could feel within the air he extended his arm outwards in order to let the mercenary shake it and bind the deal, if he decided to perform an act of skullduggery such as shoving him off the building or pulling another ranged stunt he would act accordingly but this was his only remaining lead onto the criminal, if he would accept the hand he would follow the guidance to the headquarters of this man’s former or current boss.
Come on, go into business for yourself I just need to location, come on!” Ghosts mind grunted to its self as if wishing for it hard enough would cause it to become a reality. Ghost saw this internal conflict bestowing within this gentlemen before him as his thumb as well as the rest of his fingers loosened the grip upon the chain letting them collapse against his ribs one more clinking against their brethren chain wrapped around the large muscular chest of the man that was pondering the deal. Ghost let out a grin mirrored by the large red smile that was sewn upon the bone white mask as the sapphire blue eyes gleamed towards the mercenary, the chill of the night air seemed to warm him as his euphoria broke through anything that mere elemental construct like coldness or breezes could conjure upon him. Almost at once however, the mercenary swung out a rather large hammer seemingly from out of nowhere, Ghosts eyes flashed with a secret layer of fury hidden behind the mask, the adversary before him flung the axe from his phenomenal grasp and the blunt edged hammer hurtled towards him ready to smash his head in two and redecorate the building behind him in an interesting coating named the Ghosts brains.
Ghost side stepped off the building as gravity plummeted down onto his shoulders, with the sudden drop Ghost had the sensation that his stomach was driving upwards into his chest as his heart rate began to pulse blood faster with adrenaline that was chemically released into his blood flow from the sudden situation of danger. Just before Ghost plummeted with his overcoat flowing upwards up to elbow height as he fell Ghost raised his arm closes to the side of the building letting his fingers in order to grasp a hold of the ledge to prevent him suffering from the same fate as the crippled man below. Ghost’s muscles screamed in protest as any normal persons strength would surely submit to their lack of prowess and dive towards the ground instead of having their entire body weight suddenly dangling from one arm upon the ledge of a building. Ghost watched as the hammer flew over head only to smash upon the neighboring roof top causing dents upon each time it slammed against the concrete before it finally ceased its momentum and came to a halt. Those neighbors must are going to be pissed, they may call the cops here on noise alone let alone the damage. Ghost grimaced to himself as one handed he hoisted himself back onto the building to stand before the mercenary once again, it took Ghost slightly aback to find that he was no preparing another attack towards him. Gambling within his chance along with the emotions that he could feel within the air he extended his arm outwards in order to let the mercenary shake it and bind the deal, if he decided to perform an act of skullduggery such as shoving him off the building or pulling another ranged stunt he would act accordingly but this was his only remaining lead onto the criminal, if he would accept the hand he would follow the guidance to the headquarters of this man’s former or current boss.
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Re: Making enemies or friends (Thelonious)
Thelonious saw his hammer cause quite a bit of damage to the environment, but none to the masked man. Thelonious used his ferrokinesis to pull has hammer back towards him in a "meh" show of skills for a superhuman, but incredible for a regular human. Thelonious wondered where the masked man went, and thought for a moment, he may have fell off just like his colleague. Just when he was about to look, he saw the man pull himself up back onto the building.
Hmmm...impressive. Thelonious thought. This man seems to be very athletic, a skill I wish I had. Thelonious saw that the man was holding his hand out, as if forming am alliance. Thelonious took into consideration his skills and the end results. "So...you want me to turn in my boss. I don't really see why not." Thelonious said. He took his hand out and shook his hands with the masked hero. He actually felt much better about doing this now. "Let's go get him."
Thelonious jumped down from the building, taking almost no harm. He signaled to him to come down. His employer was on the top floor of a tall building. He needed to walk around a couple of blocks to get there. He started to run until he realized that a proper introduction was in order. "Hello, my name is Thelonious. Sorry for the awkward start."
Hmmm...impressive. Thelonious thought. This man seems to be very athletic, a skill I wish I had. Thelonious saw that the man was holding his hand out, as if forming am alliance. Thelonious took into consideration his skills and the end results. "So...you want me to turn in my boss. I don't really see why not." Thelonious said. He took his hand out and shook his hands with the masked hero. He actually felt much better about doing this now. "Let's go get him."
Thelonious jumped down from the building, taking almost no harm. He signaled to him to come down. His employer was on the top floor of a tall building. He needed to walk around a couple of blocks to get there. He started to run until he realized that a proper introduction was in order. "Hello, my name is Thelonious. Sorry for the awkward start."
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Re: Making enemies or friends (Thelonious)
Sapphire blue eyes gazed outwardly towards the mercenary as he strode forward with lighter steps, the collaborations of the results of his bargaining in the last few moments may have warranted some skulduggery within himself as revenge for this purpose, but the situation would warrant it vain as Ghost would much rather have this man willing tell him where the location is rather than run the risk of losing it. The man loomed over Ghost much taller quite a few inches taller than himself; it was hard to notice that fact at the distance that fate had decided to designate them at the time of the meeting. The masked mans skin crawled as the muscles within his shoulders tensed with internal reflexes being denied one after the other to launch an assault against this individual but the impulses were withheld as the hand still dangled in the space between the two, eye to eye Ghost watched for the single flicker of this man’s true motives however, his fear would resonate into joy into a feint memory as his outstretched hand was clasped as the two hands embraced in partnership as the man uttered just before doing so "So...you want me to turn in my boss. I don't really see why not." Ghost split a smile despite the view being ruined by the cold exterior of his mask his heart warmed at his negotiation display along with the common sense of his new companion against this head of the criminal operation, Ghost’s partner uttered a manly cliché “Let’s go get him.” Watching the vigilantly side stepped around the man as he proceeded directly towards the edge of the death trap, Ghost wondered on how he would improvise in such a scenario in order to escape the discouraging option of leaping down with full force while your bones would turn to nothing but splintered ruins and jelly once contact was made with the pavement.
Ghosts dread was realized as with a mixture of a glare of annoyance along with the bedazzled marvel at the sheer audacity of the individual, Ghost stepped over to the surface to watch the man hurtle down to comparable to a bullet being fired from the barrel of a gun. Slam! the broad partner smashed against the ground that the human anatomy just wasn’t supposed to hit hard surfaces with, Ghost felt for sure that the man had incapacitated himself on a dare of his own abilities instead however, the masked man’s partner simply wondered off leaving nothing but cracked pavement in his path. You don’t see that everyday. Ghost thought for himself his level of respect for the abilities of his partner raising from throwing hammers to falling off high buildings unscathed, quiet the leap of admiration upwards when one thinks about it. The mercenary beckoned to Ghost who put up one finger in a gesture of patients as he withdrew the poltergeists noose from the layers of the overcoat, a long thick black cable which was noosed on the end with elastic properties to return to its original shape even if the noose coiled within its self to the narrowest of centimetres. Ghost launched the noose over loophole in the structure of the roof, looping around this outstretching floor in the layer of the rooftop before propelling himself down like a rock climber, in a matter of seconds Ghost had reached the pitfall of the day near the body of the crippled individual. Relinquishing the nooses python like grip of the fragment the ghost wound the noose back into the overcoat; he pulled out the duffle bag that the lame thief still had woven around his back.
Ghost prowled the streets with his new companion their footsteps echoing off the streets, it was lucky that the majority of the city had decided to hibernate for the month or they would be attracting very strange looks from their bearings, as Ghost’s feet moved one after the other he was filling the duffle bag with all manners of litter or rocks he could find to make it as heavy as well as making enough metallic clicking from aluminium cans or chinks of pebbles slapping against metal or bigger rocks would make a din to ruin any steal thing operation. Ghost added the last ingredient to the recipe he was concocting with the bag as he implemented from within his own stores a very small tracking device called a haunt, this haunt would be able to provide an audio loop that he could listen into as well as tracking the location of the bag, as the two rounded a corner they came into view of a gigantic building that towered over the rest in the facilities. Ghost’s eyes drifted upwards to the roof that seemed to scrape the ceiling of the world at this distance, it was by no means the largest or grandest building in New York but it was still a marvel to behold. Ghost shot a glance at his partner at the inevitable conversation that would banter between the two would begin, "Hello, my name is Thelonious. Sorry for the awkward start." Ghost chuckled slightly under his breath amused from the reference to their first impressions of one another. “Glad to meet you Thelonious, my friends call me Ghost, don’t concern yourself with that little trouble however, you’ll be amazed at how many greetings I get with people throwing big objects at me.” Ghost responded to the man, some form of his alter ego Richard Flynn was breaking through in these moments, the masked mans eyes focused on the building as the mission presented its self towards him as his mind took in every capacity of the structure of the building.
“Take this; it’s your loot for the evening.” Ghost handed over the bag to his companion if he would not take it Ghost would simply drop it on the ground before him, “just don’t let them check inside it if you value your own skin, I want you to make your way to the maintenance room which is normally located on the ground floor in buildings such as these and turn off all motion detectors, inside of this bag is a small transmitter, just speak quietly in close proximity to the bag to alert me.” Ghost paused for any reaction that the companion may have about this stage in the plan with the hope that it was extremely positive, “the secondary objective is for you to make your way to your employers office, I doubt anyone would refuse you and if they do, well.. The security functions would be down I doubt any of these hired thugs could stop you. I will meet up with you in the office, you will understand of course for matters of discretion that I will not tell you my end of the plan in case you are caught and interrogated.” Ghost finished the layout of his scheme to Thelonious, Ghost stood stewarding over his position watching the building awaiting the movement of the companion before he would make his own due to being recognised as hostile as soon as he came into surveillance range.
Ghosts dread was realized as with a mixture of a glare of annoyance along with the bedazzled marvel at the sheer audacity of the individual, Ghost stepped over to the surface to watch the man hurtle down to comparable to a bullet being fired from the barrel of a gun. Slam! the broad partner smashed against the ground that the human anatomy just wasn’t supposed to hit hard surfaces with, Ghost felt for sure that the man had incapacitated himself on a dare of his own abilities instead however, the masked man’s partner simply wondered off leaving nothing but cracked pavement in his path. You don’t see that everyday. Ghost thought for himself his level of respect for the abilities of his partner raising from throwing hammers to falling off high buildings unscathed, quiet the leap of admiration upwards when one thinks about it. The mercenary beckoned to Ghost who put up one finger in a gesture of patients as he withdrew the poltergeists noose from the layers of the overcoat, a long thick black cable which was noosed on the end with elastic properties to return to its original shape even if the noose coiled within its self to the narrowest of centimetres. Ghost launched the noose over loophole in the structure of the roof, looping around this outstretching floor in the layer of the rooftop before propelling himself down like a rock climber, in a matter of seconds Ghost had reached the pitfall of the day near the body of the crippled individual. Relinquishing the nooses python like grip of the fragment the ghost wound the noose back into the overcoat; he pulled out the duffle bag that the lame thief still had woven around his back.
Ghost prowled the streets with his new companion their footsteps echoing off the streets, it was lucky that the majority of the city had decided to hibernate for the month or they would be attracting very strange looks from their bearings, as Ghost’s feet moved one after the other he was filling the duffle bag with all manners of litter or rocks he could find to make it as heavy as well as making enough metallic clicking from aluminium cans or chinks of pebbles slapping against metal or bigger rocks would make a din to ruin any steal thing operation. Ghost added the last ingredient to the recipe he was concocting with the bag as he implemented from within his own stores a very small tracking device called a haunt, this haunt would be able to provide an audio loop that he could listen into as well as tracking the location of the bag, as the two rounded a corner they came into view of a gigantic building that towered over the rest in the facilities. Ghost’s eyes drifted upwards to the roof that seemed to scrape the ceiling of the world at this distance, it was by no means the largest or grandest building in New York but it was still a marvel to behold. Ghost shot a glance at his partner at the inevitable conversation that would banter between the two would begin, "Hello, my name is Thelonious. Sorry for the awkward start." Ghost chuckled slightly under his breath amused from the reference to their first impressions of one another. “Glad to meet you Thelonious, my friends call me Ghost, don’t concern yourself with that little trouble however, you’ll be amazed at how many greetings I get with people throwing big objects at me.” Ghost responded to the man, some form of his alter ego Richard Flynn was breaking through in these moments, the masked mans eyes focused on the building as the mission presented its self towards him as his mind took in every capacity of the structure of the building.
“Take this; it’s your loot for the evening.” Ghost handed over the bag to his companion if he would not take it Ghost would simply drop it on the ground before him, “just don’t let them check inside it if you value your own skin, I want you to make your way to the maintenance room which is normally located on the ground floor in buildings such as these and turn off all motion detectors, inside of this bag is a small transmitter, just speak quietly in close proximity to the bag to alert me.” Ghost paused for any reaction that the companion may have about this stage in the plan with the hope that it was extremely positive, “the secondary objective is for you to make your way to your employers office, I doubt anyone would refuse you and if they do, well.. The security functions would be down I doubt any of these hired thugs could stop you. I will meet up with you in the office, you will understand of course for matters of discretion that I will not tell you my end of the plan in case you are caught and interrogated.” Ghost finished the layout of his scheme to Thelonious, Ghost stood stewarding over his position watching the building awaiting the movement of the companion before he would make his own due to being recognised as hostile as soon as he came into surveillance range.
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Re: Making enemies or friends (Thelonious)
Thelonious heard that the mans name was Ghost. He must be using his super name. Generally, I don't like to use mine, but I guess we're not close enough. Not that I necessarily want to be. He seems to be quite the humorous person, though. However, all that humor soon turned to seriousness when Ghost told him what to do. It was quite detailed, at least, more detailed than what his own idea was. "This shouldn't take long at all."
Thelonious used his ferrokinesis to break off some pieces of his chain, which would become useful if anyone was present before he could get to the maintenance room. He walked through the door and saw a couple of people hanging around, causing problems for Thelonious without even knowing it. He proceeded to quickly have individual links of his chain fly to those people and tase them, knocking them out cold. He then had them all recollect, and ran to the maintenance room but something may go off. When he got there, he saw a man getting ready to press a button, but Thelonious quickly used the mans watch to keep him from pressing the button. He quickly knocked him out and others in the room and disabled the motion sensors.
Thelonious then took what was out of the bag and spoke into it. "Was a little risky perhaps, but I disabled the motion sensors." He listened for a response, if any and then walked up to the escalator and went up to around the 4th floor, where the mans office was. He started to walk down the hall when he saw a locked door blocking the entrance. Behind it was another hallway which would lead into the room a couple doors down and he was pretty sure there were security guards. Thelonious quickly broke down the door and was greeted by security guards. They shot at him but Thelonious' ferrokinesis slowed the bullets to the point where they had no effect on his body. He then proceeded to grab both guys by the head, and slammed them together, knocking both out. Thelonious then continued down the hallway.
Thelonious used his ferrokinesis to break off some pieces of his chain, which would become useful if anyone was present before he could get to the maintenance room. He walked through the door and saw a couple of people hanging around, causing problems for Thelonious without even knowing it. He proceeded to quickly have individual links of his chain fly to those people and tase them, knocking them out cold. He then had them all recollect, and ran to the maintenance room but something may go off. When he got there, he saw a man getting ready to press a button, but Thelonious quickly used the mans watch to keep him from pressing the button. He quickly knocked him out and others in the room and disabled the motion sensors.
Thelonious then took what was out of the bag and spoke into it. "Was a little risky perhaps, but I disabled the motion sensors." He listened for a response, if any and then walked up to the escalator and went up to around the 4th floor, where the mans office was. He started to walk down the hall when he saw a locked door blocking the entrance. Behind it was another hallway which would lead into the room a couple doors down and he was pretty sure there were security guards. Thelonious quickly broke down the door and was greeted by security guards. They shot at him but Thelonious' ferrokinesis slowed the bullets to the point where they had no effect on his body. He then proceeded to grab both guys by the head, and slammed them together, knocking both out. Thelonious then continued down the hallway.
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