Clash of the Legal Killers
The Aeson
10-10-2006, 01:29
Batman perched in the shadows. There were a lot of shadows in this city, once the seat of government in the one beacon of light in the world. Things change. Now it was just a bunch of ruined buildings, serving as a battleground.
Why he had been brought here, to fight this fight, Batman didn't know. Nor did he know whom his opponents were. But he knew, without knowing how he knew, that they would kill him without a second thought. Unless he disabled them first.
First, to find out who he was fighting. For that, he waited in the shadows.
Drexel Hillsville
10-10-2006, 01:41
Preston had been told once more to go into the Nethers in search of Sense Offenders and EC-10 materials. The job was mundane and boring but he couldn't feel the monotonous emotions tugging at the edges of his mind, but than again, he couldn't really feel anything.
He quickly drove his vehicle through the gates of Libria. He drove for hours, not feeling any emotions as he observed the ruined landscaped around him. He was going far into the Nethers, further than any Cleric had gone before.
Beep Beep
He looked down at the watch on his wrist. "Time for the dosage," he told his partner. He pulled over and withdrew a small pistol shapped case from his coat pocket. He put it to his neck and pulled the trigger. The needle drove instantly into his flesh, delivering a standard dosage of Prozium into his system. He pressed down on the gas once more.
OOC: Ummm... Preston's Partner will be killed, don't worry...
Liberated New Ireland
10-10-2006, 01:46
Travis's taxi died in a dark alley. This was a city full of dark alleys, full of dark people. This had to change. And Travis would be the one to change this.
Travis wasn't sure how he got to this battle, but he knew his purpose. He wasn't sure who his enemies were, but he knew they were out there, watching him. He was ready to fight.
He went to the trunk of his car, and armed himself. He strapped on 5 pistols (a .44 Magnum, a .45, a pair on 9mm's, and a .38 Special), and picked up a .30-06 rifle and a 12-guage shotgun. He then abandonded the car in the alley, and stalked off to find his enemies.
(this kind of makes me think of "The League of Extradanory Gentalmen" :D)
MADLAX awoke in the middle of a strange city. Strange one moment she was in her appartment, now she was here in some strange city she had never seen before. It looked kind of like Rome, but diffrent. She looked at a sign that said Welcome to Washington D.C.
She pulled out her gun to keep poised, chances are she would run into trouble here.
"hey lady." Some man called out. She swiftly about faced aiming.
"Hey take it easy lady, I just wanted to give you a tourist map."
"Thank you." She said. She took the map and walked away.
"Werid chick." The man said.
OOC: I apologize for this terrible post had to rush because of family impatience...
IC:
The Roark Farm Basin City (Present Time.)
Detective John Hartigan was a veteran of the Basin city police department. The most corrupt and ruthless police force in the country. The Detective was suffering yet another bout of angina. The pain was now pulsing through his chest. He coughed and blood splurged out of his mouth. He was dying and he knew it. He had successfully saved Nancy from Junior but the cost had left Hartigan in a state of near death. He knew Senator Roark would want revenge for the death of his only son. Hartigan had cut his goddamn legacy the Roark family would want revenge and they would use Nancy Callahan to get it.
The aging Detective took his magnum to his head and fired into his brain right after his precious Nancy drove away in Junior's sports car. The shot was fatal an old man dies so young woman would live a fair trade thought Hartigan….
Washington D.C. (Several Years in the future.)
The Detective John Hartigan was alive, "impossible" thought the old man this could not be? I committed suicide how could I be here?
He looked around he was wearing the same trench coat and suite he had died in. He had his .45 magnum and his two cannons. He also could feel the familiar steel presence of his switchblade he had used to slice through the guards at Roark's farm. It seemed some how he had been resurrected to this future hellhole for some strange reason.
It just did not make sense to Hartigan as he walked into the shadows of the ruins to begin his quest to find out how this had happened.