Around the City
The crowd was wild this evening. Already blood had been shed, and a few of the combatants had been taken out in body bags. Now they were getting the chance to see the champion fight.
The announcer stepped forward. And now, for tonight's main event! First, as a reward for managing to take down Storm Hammer last week, I give you Elias Corwin!
The crowd cheered, though it was a little subdued. Even as the somewhat disheveled man came out to the ring, wearing simple pants, and a sleeveless overcoat, the announcer turned to the champion.
And his opponent: The reigning champion, a warrior with over twenty kills to his name, and a reputation for... other work! I give you Razor!
A pause, as the cyborg walked into the arena. He wore combat gear, but was nearly completely covered in an armor frame. Despite the fact that his opponent was unarmed, Razor rested his hands on his twin hand-scythes.
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Across the city, in a lab functioning joint research project for Atherton Industries (an NWO Subsidiary), Inc. and Vulkan Heavy Arms (an Iteration X Company), the project was coming to a head, but not as the scientists running it had hoped. Even as the energy of the particle accelerator was climbing, the apparatus began failing. Doctors Hector Erhlson and Cassandra Rodriguez began evacuating their assistants.
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The fight began. Corwin ran in, successfully dodging a fast strike from his opponent. He lashed out, landing a hard, muay thai kick right on Razor's leg. The strike barely slowed the cyborg down, and the cyborg's response, a rapid knife-hand strike to the heart, left Corwin back on his heels and bleeding. Glad that he had avoided the fatal strike, he tried a desperate rush.
Razor sidestepped the attack, and kicked at Corwin's foot. Even as Corwin stumbled, Razor positioned himself. As his opponent regained his footing a few feet away, Razor extended both arms, and twin wired hooks shot out of his wrists. They embedded in Corwin's forearm and shoulder.
With a vicious tug, he drew Corwin in, and landed a hard kick right in the un-augmented warrior's ribs. Smiling underneath his helmet, he drew the twin hand-scythes as Corwin stumbled back again.
I don't know what drove you to accept this fight. Maybe you just wanted to die. In which case, I will gladly give you what you desire.
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Back at the lab, the two doctors fought on with the accelerator, trying, but unable, to stop a catastrophic meltdown.
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Corwin smiled at the cyborg, and then charged anyways. Everyone knew that money was difficult to come by, and a fight like this could earn someone enough to get step up. Even as he attacked, Razor deftly countered his strikes, and then, after a quick twist, opened Corwin's wrist with one blade while driving the other into his chest.
Corwin dropped unceremoniously. Razor stood back and shook his head as the announcer came into the ring to count.
One!
Corwin tried to move, and failed. Even as he felt everything begin to go dark, a voice spoke from that very same encroaching darkness.
I know what drives you. And I know that it does not have to end here.
Two!
Corwin again tried to pull himself to his feet, but his body just would not respond.
You have the potential to set the pendulum loose, to bring down the tyrants who oppress you. Death need not be the answer... at least for you.
Barely able to speak, he tried to respond. Neither the announcer or his opponent heard him.
What are you? Why bother with a dying man?
The announcer counted yet again. Three!
The darkness laughed as it replied. Dying? Oh, no. If you accept what I am offering, you will be beyond death.
Four!
Corwin again tried to move, but failed. Razor just shook his head.
Five!
You think you are insane? A dying man, unable to comprehend that reality has changed. If you but look beyond the veils of time and apathy, you will see that I am the only truly real thing in this moment.
Six!
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At the lab, both doctors began to run for the exits themselves, too late. The accelerator exploded, sending a large column of light to the sky, parting the clouds, and a shockwave of cosmic energy throughout the city.
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Eight!
Razor laughed ruefully. It's academic now.
Corwin asked the voice a simple question: And what will this gift cost me?
Nine!
Nothing, really. I require souls for sustenance, but timing... timing is immaterial. And the souls need not be yours, or even taken in the traditional sense. You will understand over time. Now, do you want the power to grasp the freedom you have always desired?
Even as the wave passed through the arena, affecting Razor and one other, Corwin agreed. The announcer started the final count, Elias Corwin pulled himself to his feet. His wounds slowly began closing. Razor, realizing the tables had turned, charged immediately. This time, Elias countered each strike. As the blades scythed out, Corwin struck at the weak points at Razor's joints.
His hands became a blur, and he drove Razor back, countering each attack with a strike designed to further break down the cyborg. Finally, a few minutes later, Razor collapsed, unable to stand, and barely able to move. He looked up at his would-be victim, and could sense the darkness flowing.
How? You were dead. You should have bled out by now.
Corwin smiled.
I will show you. Once we are done this evening, you should come with me. There is much work that needs to be done.
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At Central Command, high over the now-hidden Washington Historical District, Brenda Atherton stared out over the city, sensing all the new power signatures. She turned to the commanding officers of city's various law enforcement divisions.
Find out what happened. Now.
The officers saluted, and then went to set the search in motion. As the center cleared, a bald asian man in a white suit stepped up behind Brenda. She turned and glared at him, but he did not waver. Instead he smiled, even as Mrs. Atherton sighed.
You were right. There are more now. I'll need you to start getting real information on who... changed... and what they are capable of.
She paused, and then smiled evilly.
Talk to Masokki of the yakuza. I'll handle searching through official channels. Now, go.
Ryu just inclined his head. Very well, Chosen of the Darkness. I will return when I have more information. Do I have permission to call upon the Penitents if the new Immortals become a problem?
The evil smile just grew wider.
Of course. Though they still only respond to the Purified or myself. Use whatever resources you need.
With another nod, Toyotomi Ryu, Knight Adamant of House Toyotomi of the Imperium of Shadows, turned and walked away to begin his search.
This message was last edited by the GM at 21:49, Thu 12 May 2016.