The City Awakens
Summer 2021, Week 3/4
Saturday evening / Sunday midnight
Roc N Bloc Gym, The Wards
Valentine
To the memory of feet pounding pavement, her heavy calloused hands wrung metal chain nearly warping the metal with the effort of cinching it tightly around a 300-pound mass of weights stuck at one end of an ill-gotten barbell. Each movement of hers was emphasized by the tapping of feet and shaking of shoulders, the clattering of it all sounding out into the vast emptiness of her commandeered gym as the grating of metal rose in tandem with her peaking excitement. "Not a day of rest for the wicked, huh?" She asked no one in particular, the question being consumed by the darkness of the abandoned gym. That creeping sensation of excitement finally reaching a crescendo as her lips peeled back into a feral grin, her teeth glinting like a silver crescent in the darkness. That same silver slash of a smile being snuffed out as she fixed her hockey mask in place, "Let’s go have our war, shall we?"Earthen Designs, Victoria Park
Ari Thomas
Groggily waking up at the sound of a familiar ringtone, he groans and answers Bantu's call with a groan and a "Sup, dude?"Storyteller
"What are you up to, bud? I just sold the last glass swan, and I got some requests for some dragon pieces. Are you okay? You sound terrible."Ari Thomas
He rubs his eyes and replies, "Eh, I'm fine. Just woke up. I can get on them as soon as I can. I just got a call about an interview soon for AERI, so I don't kno-"Storyteller
"With AERI?? That's great! No, you do that, I'll close up shop in the airport. Things are getting crazy in town, anyway. Have you seen the news?"Ari Thomas
"Bantu, buddy, I just woke up and I don't have a TV, remember? I don't even have my radio on yet."Storyteller
"Alright... I will let you go so you can hear for yourself, and I'll close up shop, alright?"Ari Thomas
"Alright. Talk to ya soon, bud." Hanging up, he drags himself out of bed, gets himself dressed and moves downstairs, turning on the radio and listening intently.Storyteller
"...Sixth Street Sparks and other local gangs have captured and are holding hostage multiple Officers of the New Victoria Police Department. In response, Police backup arrived and were immediately engaged by multiple armed gangsters and hostile Evos. We do not have updates from the AERI Team or Chief of Police at this time. But we advise....no, we urge and plead that any nearby residents immediately seek shelter and stay indoors. Please do not go outside. We will give updates as soon as we can. Everyone...be safe."Ari Thomas
A look of horror crosses his face, followed by a serious, angry frown. Looks like it'll be trial by fire. Here goes nothing. He shuts off the radio and quickly moves to his car, starting it up and making sure the workshop home was locked up. Before taking off, he sends Bantu a message before turning his phone off and hiding it in the center console, reading "If I don't talk to you in a week's time, it was great working with you, bud. :thumbsup:" Here we go.Damian Eli's Apartment, Downtown
Damian Eli
Damian had finally gotten home after the hospital it had taken lying about healing quickly for the nurses and doctors to begrudgingly give him his items back. Once he entered the apartment, he couldn't help the frustration that filled his body. "FUCK" he screamed throwing the backpack that contained his gear across the living room. He spent a few moments fuming before he walked over to his workbench and picked up the chest piece if his suit and began the process of fixing the gash in the side. As he worked he turned on the speakers in his house as music blared along with the sound of tools he was happy that he'd soundproofed the walls. After an hour or two he was happy with the repair and made his way to his bedroom and opening his closet he removed a box of 45 hollow points and began loading his magazines for the 1911 with the rounds instead of the less than lethal rubber ones he usually carried. He didn't have a no kill rule like some dumb ass but he wasn't going to kill every criminal he came across. Once he finished loading that he grabbed his judge revolver a large gun that could fire 6 oz slugs and didn't require a shotgun. He loaded it up and nodded he was going to use that against that asshole dressed like he was searching for the holy grail. The song switched and he couldn't help but feel it fit the mood perfectly. Sangre por sangre, blood for bloodBetraying a trust is a must in your mind
The agenda's just business as usual
Remember the imbecile the fire's they light
Cities smolder with the innocent victims Damian walked into his bathroom and decided it was a good idea to shower he smelled like blood and oil. A few moments later and being careful if the staples in his side he was clean and smelling fresh. He padded over to his computer and booted everything up then he began looking for the man who attacked Aloy. He spent a good few hours poring over traffic cams and any CCTV around the time of Aloys injury and found nothing. "Damn it all" he said with a sigh realizing he wasn't a damn lick of help here. He'd have to update Sorin but first was sleep. He stole a glance at a clock and it read 6:00 pm. He resigned himself to being useless and injured but before he went to bed he made sure to keep the police scanner on just in case something happened. Injury or not he'd help even if it killed him. The moment the police reports went off Damian was up and struggling to put on his armor and after he finally put the cowl on with a satisfying click he looked over at the clock. It had taken him fifteen minutes to get his armor on. It should have taken five. "Damn. DAMN" he swore violently realizing how bad he was actually injured. "Fuck it" he grabbed the two guns on his bed attaching them to his utility belt along with the grapple hook. He also grabbed two extra clips for the 1911. He glanced at a prototype on his desk and sighed. "Next time. Next time" he grabbed the keys to his car deciding he'd stick to the outskirts run people to the hospital if anybody needed. And if any gang members or "bad guys" tried to escape he'd deal with it. And with that he left through the fire escape
Peter Clifford's Apartment, Downtown
Peter Clifford
There was a small group round Peters apartment for a celebration regarding him and Andy’s new company and venture. They had a few close mates round. Drinks flying and been as the host Peter had more than he probably should. It reached 11 as the party slowed down which had been going in since a small dinner out at midday. Those left were either those too drunk to return home, the ones who didn’t want to fork out s small fortune for a taxi on a Saturday night or those close enough to Pete and Andy to warrant it. It was then the new came through. The battle that was raging on in Henry. Pete took a small look at Andy. Unsure of if they should do anything. He takes the lad into the side room. “This shit seems big man, should we do anything?”Andrew Moore
He frowned, contemplating for a moment. “Mate, we’ve both had way too much to drink to be getting involved in shit like that. You just got out of hospital, let’s not be going back”Peter Clifford
“But we should do something right? Like, fuck those govvie evies are gunna fuck this up aren’t they?”Andrew Moore
”We can watch from a distance, because they’ll totally fuck this up. I just don’t think we’ll be of any use. You don’t know what your powers are, and I am, for all intents and purposes, a turbocharged Bob the Builder.”Peter Clifford
He chuckled “Hey with a bit of practice you might be a bit better than that. You could be Wendy. But, nah those peeps need something more lad. When has the govvies ever done the right thing?”Andrew Moore
He laughs, and pats Pete on the back. “As absolutely charming as your quips are, they will do jack shit against Blood Bolt. The gov will fuck stuff up, you’re right, but that’s why we ain’t gonna be there. Don’t fucking trust ‘em not to turn on us either, in the heat of the moment. Bunch of dumbasses”Peter Clifford
“But if they fuck up now, good people die. Now we have these... powers. Or at least no I know. Shouldn’t we do something to stop that?”Andrew Moore
”What would we even do? Seriously - I’ve never used my powers to defend anyone, let alone fight back.” He sighs, and looks at Pete “Look, if you insist on going, I’m going with you, because I’m not letting you get your ass kicked alone.”Peter Clifford
He smiled. “Idk I can dodge shit; you can do your runny thing so like... I dunno help get wounded out of danger? You sure you would want to come?”Andrew Moore
”Well, I can’t have you running off with no supervision, can I?” He let a small smirk slip, even with the immense concern visible on his face. “We really are going to stay out of trouble, and just help innocent folks. I wouldn’t fight these guys while sober, and, just so we’re clear, if you try to fight them, I will meld you a nice pair of handcuffs and you will be coming home with me.”Peter Clifford
“Fuck, fine yeah. But I ain’t standing by next time. Once the warehouse is done I, signing us both up for self-defense classes. Been a while since my taekwondo classes.”Andrew Moore
”I love the faith you place in my athletic abilities. Now, help me find some shit to throw in a backpack so I can meld it if we need to!”Peter Clifford
“Ah, shit wait. They’ll see our faces. I don’t really want her govvies knowing who I am.”Andrew Moore
”You got like a ski mask or something?”Peter Clifford
"Who the fuck has a random ski mask laying around?"Andrew Moore
”....Me?” He pauses for a second. “Right, am I the weird one here?”Peter Clifford
“Well, yes, obviously because I am always completely normal.”Andrew Moore
”Fine - you go find something to cover our faces with and I’ll go find some random shit to meld.”Peter Clifford
"Ah fuck no. We aren't prepared. We will just fuck this up as much as the govvies." Quickly he turned. Spinning on the balls of his feet. On the side where his keys which he swiftly threw and caught. "I'm going to the warehouse and I'm gunna go to work. You coming?"Andrew Moore
”I think I’m just going to stay here for the rest of the night. I’m not going to do anything of value this evening” He laughs, heading back out to join the rest of their friends.
Type
Record, Historical
Medium
Digital Recording, Text
Authoring Date
July 10-11, 2021
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