CoH -As Tommorow Dies- Eastern Paragon City (Villain PvE Zone)
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				Title: <strong>CoH -As Tommorow Dies- Eastern Paragon City (Villain PvE Zone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>27-04-2014, 21:26:58</strong>
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				<strong>November 30th, 2012- The Day of Flame 7:30 PM</strong><br><br>It had began almost an hour ago... two Titans of the business had engaged in combat, and for a while, it appeared as though the woman in black would win. However, as the time began to wear, and the sun dipped below the sky, it started to become clear that Statesman, the powerhouse of the Freedom Phalanx, and he who all heroes aspired to emulate, was winning. With a mighty uppercut, Statesman sent the villainous Sailor Apocalypse ten feet into the air, then thirty feet onto her back, her body crashing into the ground with a sickly crack. She didn't get back up, heaving on the ground as blood poured from her head. She was wounded.<br><br>"Give up, Sailor Apocalypse! You're no match for my might." Statesman called as he watched her lie on the asphalt. He took a few steps forward, cape snapping in the dying Paragon City wind. Feet from her, she began to sieze... no... raising above the dull silence came a laugh, low at first, then almost deafening. Rolling onto her stomach, Sailor Apocalypse pushed herself up and faced Statesman on her knee, blood blinding her in one eye.<br><br>"So heroic..." She coughed, wiping blood from her mouth as she laughed. "You're nothing but a putz, you know that, Statesman. A tool Paragon uses to clean up problems that's too big for it's teeming masses... Thousands of heroes in this shit hole of a city, and it's <em>you</em> who has to clean up the mess... pathetic." Statesman answered by kicking her in the gut, knocking her to all fours.<br><br>"Shut up. At least I don't kill innocents. Look at you, Sera. How much have you sacrificed for Paragon when you were a hero? You would have given your life to protect these people! What happened?" Sailor Apocalypse laughed again, spitting a clod of blood onto the ground. Despite the fact she had drunk from the Well of the Furies, been granted near-godlike powers... she was still no match for Statesman.<br><br>"Spare me your self-righteous banter... Markus." She looked up to him. "You think you've won? Ooooh, congratulations!" Sarcasm filled her voice as she gave a weak clap. "You've defeated and brought the mighty Sailor Apocalypse to justice! The city is in your debt..." She got shakingly to her feet, then fell back down. "You've still lost..." The look on Statesman's face said it all.<br><br>"Sera!" Came a younger voice, a girl pushing through the crowd. "Sera..." She dropped to Sailor Apocalypse's side. "You're in bad shape..."<br><br>"I hadn't noticed. Get out of here... Recluse'll need new hands once I'm done here..." Sailor Apocalypse tried to push the girl away, but was too weak.<br><br>"He'll kill you." She whined, her black hair hanging about her face. Sailor Apocalypse laughed, then finally got to her feet.<br><br>"So be it. I give my life for Arachnos and Recluse..."<br><br>"You're a fool, Sera." Statesman advanced on Sailor Apocalypse, ready to deliver the final blow.<br><br>"I don't think so, Markus." Statesman stopped at the new voice, the crowd parting like a group of terrified fans at a stadium, the imposing figure of Recluse appearing amongst them.<br><br>"Stefan... What are you doing here?"<br><br>"Protecting my investments. I'm afraid you're victory over the good Sera Fields here will have to wait. I need her more then you." Statesman's fists clenched.<br><br>"I can't-" He took a step forward as the girl from before stood, and put herself between Statesman and Sailor Apocalypse, arms outstretched.<br><br>"Stop!" She shouted. "You'll kill her, you monster!"<br><br>"Melody... get out of the way..."<br><br>"No! I won't let you!" She reached into her jacket and took out a detonator. "One more god damn step and I blow this city, you, me, everyone to kingdom come!" A gasp fell across everyone, Spider, Longbow, Hero and Villain alike. Statesman stood down.<br><br>"Melody... Help Sera up. We have places to be." Recluse mused as a helicopter began to land in the crowd. Melody nodded and helped Sailor Apocalypse up. The black-suited villain smiled to Statesman.<br><br>"Hey Markus... does it make you feel like a man... hitting a woman?" As Statesman seethed at the poke, Sailor Apocalypse laughed as she clambered into the Helicopter, followed by Melody and Recluse. As the black helicopter took off back towards the Rogue Islands, a brilliant crimson light lit up the skyline, a huge explosion erupting into the air. The first was quickly followed by four others across various parts of Paragon City. Statesman could do nothing but stand in shocked disbelief. Those explosions had most likely killed thousands...<br><br><hr><br>The helicopter landed in Grandville shortly later, and Sera Fields was rushed to a nearby medical facility. She recovered days later, and was summoned to Recluse's Tower.<br><br><strong>December 2nd, 2012</strong><br><br>Sailor Apocalypse walked into the conference room to a disturbing sight. Of the five chairs that were around the large table emblazoned with the Arachnos Logo, only three were filled. One, she recognized as Ghost Widow, the only surviving Arachnos Patron. Recluse was at the head of the table, and the other chair was filled by the lithe, young form of Melody Rae. "Sailor Apocalypse. So good of you to join us. Please, have a seat." With a nod, she did as instructed. "I have reports that Sirocco attempted to utilize the Well of the Furies to usurp me..."<br><br>"Yes, sir."<br><br>"He died... tell me... how did that come about?"<br><br>"I killed him, sir. He was planning on stealing the organization from under you. It was in your best interest if he met an untimely end early."<br><br>"And it is for that reason alone, Sera, that I have seen fit for you to take Sirocco's place on the council." Sera blinked.<br><br>"I'm honored, sir." He shook his head.<br><br>"I need a presence in Paragon City. A pair of eyes I can trust. You are loyal enough to be of use to me, but independent enough where I can trust you. How would you feel about a promotion?"<br><br>"Thank you, sir."<br><br>"You, along with Hardrock Hallelujah here, will ship out to our newest part of the Rogue Islands... Spider's Web formally Atlas Park, and maintain control." Sera smiled.<br><br>"At once, sir."<br><br><hr><br><strong>August 15th, 2014</strong><br><br>As one of Arachnos' Agents inside of Eastern Paragon City, it will be your job to attempt to reclaim all of the city, and crush any who oppose you. Several of the Freedom Phalanx's members have leaked into your zone to stop you... put them down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: CoH -As Tommorow Dies- Eastern Paragon City (Villain PvE Zone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thrasius</strong> on <strong>29-04-2014, 17:13:48</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/jwfoGfb.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Name:</strong> <del>Chester B. Floyd</del> Mr. Flint<br><strong>Location:</strong> Steam Punk's headquarters<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>"No, wait! Wait!" The sound of hysterical laughter echoed through the abandoned engine factory as a group of thugs huddled around a small fire. "So then, this guy...this fuckin' guy..." Chuckling between words, a tall and rather stocky man wipes a tear from his eye as he continues to tell a story. "He's like, "Oh, you killed my wife, now I'm gonna kill you!" And he comes at me with a fuckin' butter knife!" The other five who were huddled around listening burst out into laughter once more. "Then what'd ya do to him Meat?!" One of the thugs questioned, still in tears from the laughing. Meat, the name of the incredibly large man, smiled as he looked over towards the much smaller and weaker looking thug. "Oh ho! I swear, this was the best part. So, I let him come at me and, right before he's about to land a h-"<br><br><strong>"What's going on here?"</strong> A sudden voice spoke out from the darkness. <strong>"Story time?"</strong> As the voice got louder, so did the footsteps that signaled the approaching of someone. As the figure moved closer to the fire, the light slowly illuminated the man. "Aww, Flint. I was just getting to the good part too." Meat spoke out, frowning as he watched him approach with his hands in his pockets. Sucking in air through his teeth, Flint eyed each and everyone of the Steam Punks before looking back at Meat. <strong>"Do any of you even remember what I told you?"</strong> The sight of each of the Punks looking at each other while some shrugged in confusion was enough to make Flint rub his temples in frustration. <strong>"I'll take that as a 'no'? No-one remembers? No-one at all?"</strong><br><br>Letting out an aggravated sigh, Flint shook his head and approached the group, taking one of his fists out of his coat. Walking up to Meat, he gave the bulky man a hard jab into his gut, causing the big guy to fly back a couple of feet and onto the cold concrete floor. <strong>"In case you have forgotten, which that appears to be the case..."</strong> Flint yelled, un-pocketing his other hand as he looked around the group, sucking air through his teeth once more as he stared wide eyed at each of them. <strong>"...you all need to be working! Got it!? I've said before that I don't care what you do on your own time, but this is my time damnit!"</strong> Slamming his fist into the wall to accentuate how angry he was. <strong>"I'm not paying you all to just stand around and tell ghost stories! This is my time! Do you all understand me!?"</strong> Giving the group one last stare down as spit ran down his chin, Flint watched as they all shook their heads, mostly in fear.<br><br><strong>"Good."</strong> Flint said, letting his breathing return to normal before he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped up his saliva. Tossing the handkerchief aside, he turned his back towards the Steam Punks as he began walking back to his office. <strong>"Now get back to work.</strong>" He said as the some of the other members helped Meat up to his feet. Stopping for just a second, he looked back over his shoulder. <strong>"Oh, and if I see <em>any</em> of you slackin' again, you're <em>all</em> dead."</strong> Flint turned to face forward once again. <strong>"So do a good job out there you guys!"</strong> He shouted back, laughing to himself as he disappeared into the darkness of the factory. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: CoH -As Tommorow Dies- Eastern Paragon City (Villain PvE Zone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>02-05-2014, 16:22:01</strong>
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				<strong>Sera Fields<br>Outside SteamPunks Headquarters<br>Open</strong><br><br>A redheaded girl looked up to the building before her. She'd been here only once before, and it didn't end well. The yokels he hired were always a shoot first kind of crowd. Not to mention their leader, a nasty price of work who goes by Mr. Flint, was a creepy looking son of a bitch who gave her the willies whenever she saw him but... t' was a necessary evil.<br><br>Opening the door to their hideout, she walked in. The entrance was, for the first time, guarded. Must have learned from her last visit. "Hey girlie..." The guard spoke, standing from his chair and fingering the bat in his hand. "You look a little lost..."<br><br>"I don't have time for you. Get your boss, and tell him-"<br><br>"Oh, I'll tell him you're here alright... after I've had my fun..." She rolled her eyes. Always.<br><br>"Oh, fun is it? You want fun? Let me just slip into something more comfortable, then." She took a small locket from the inside pocket of her coat, a jet set in the center. The goon recognized it instantly, and dropped the bat.<br><br>"H-hey now! No need for that! I'll get the boss!" He turned and started running. "Boss! Boss! It's The Magistrate for you!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: CoH -As Tommorow Dies- Eastern Paragon City (Villain PvE Zone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thrasius</strong> on <strong>03-05-2014, 11:11:03</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/jwfoGfb.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Name:</strong> <del>Chester B. Floyd</del> Mr. Flint<br><strong>Location:</strong> Steam Punk's headquarters, Flint's office<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sailor Apocalypse, open<br><br><hr><br>Flint sat quietly in his office, if you could even call it an office. Ever since Arachnos took control of East Paragon, it was nearly impossible to find a place that wasn't either fully destroyed and/or on fire. Like most of the factory, Flint's office wasn't in very good condition, seeing as most of the walls were either dotted with holes or they were fully destroyed. The door to the office hung off of one hinge and dirt and debris covered most of the room, save for the oak wood desk that was in surprisingly good condition, something that Flint took great pride in having. The dirty leather office chair had multiple tears in it and, although it used to be able to roll around, the wheels on the chair were either missing or broken, causing it to tilt back and forth slightly whenever Flint sat in it.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Smoking a cigarette, Flint took one last drag before letting the smoke seep out from around his teeth and flicking the butt aside. As the last of the smoke dissipated, he leaned forward onto his desk and began to slowly tap his fingers on the wood. This wasn't an unusual activity for Flint. In all actuality, whenever he made the others go around work for him, he sat up in his office and did absolutely nothing. One could say that he's a hypocrite for threatening his gang for not doing anything but then turn around and not do anything himself. And they would be right because Flint is a hypocrite. But Flint knows that. He just doesn't care. <br><br>Letting out an frustrated sigh, Flint spun around in his chair before hearing the door behind him open. It was one of his guards and, judging by the look in his eyes, Flint could tell that he had something important. However, he simply stared at the man for a moment before shaking his head. <strong>"No, no, no. You need to knock before you come in here, I've said that before. It's rude if you don't knock, ya know?"</strong> The guard, who's jaw slightly dropped at Flint's unexpected answer, pointed his thumb over his shoulder. "B-but sir, I-" <strong>"Nuh-uh! Knock first, then maybe I'll hear what you have to say."</strong> Flint said before spinning around in his chair, his back now facing the guard who was still dumbfounded at his bosses childishness. Not wanting to anger him any more, the guard walked back outside, shut the office door and knocked. <strong>"Come in!"</strong> Flint yelled back at the guard, spinning his chair around to face the man once again.<br><br><strong>"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"</strong> Flint said, laughing loudly at the guard before sucking in air through his teeth. <strong>"Now...why do you look like you're about to piss yourself?"</strong> It wasn't apparent before but Flint now noticed that the man was visibly trembling, like he had just seen a ghost. <strong>"M-Mr. Flint sir, it's T-The Magistrate."</strong> If Flint had eyebrows, they would of perked up. <strong>"Well then, s-s-spit it out."</strong> He taunted the guard. <strong>"What about 'er?"</strong> Flint questioned, now leaning forward on his desk as he listened intently, somewhat relieved that things seemed to be becoming more interesting. "She's here...and she wants to talk to ya." <strong>"Ha ha!"</strong> Flint said, slamming both hands down on the desk before standing up and walking over toward the guard. <br><br><strong>"Well Hell, tell her I'd be happy to speak with her!"</strong> Grabbing his hat and putting it on, he grabbed a piece of glass off of the ground and looked at his reflection. <strong>"I just wish she would of given me more time to straighten the place up. This place is a dump!"</strong> Flint said, laughing hysterically as he joked, looking over to the guard who was still standing around. <strong>"Don't just stand there, shithead! Go get 'er!"</strong> "U-uh, yes sir!" The guard said before bolting out of the door. Making his way back to the entrance, the guard nervously approached Sailor Apocalypse. "M-m-m'am! Flint c-can see ya now." He said before quickly running off to hopefully avoid any conflicts with her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: CoH -As Tommorow Dies- Eastern Paragon City (Villain PvE Zone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>04-05-2014, 04:18:07</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Sera Fields<br><strong>Location:</strong> Steam Punk's Headquarters, Flint's Office<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Mr. Flint, Open<br><br>The guard came back, looking nervous as ever and invited her forward. Sera laughed at his demeanor and smiled, patting him condescendingly on the head as she passed. "Settle down, boyo. You look like you're about to pass a kidney stone." She walked passed the man and into the warehouse proper. Shit, this place was a disaster. Looked like a bomb hit it... she paused at that thought. Oh. That's right. As she followed the path towards Flint's office, she noted several interesting things about their hideout.<br><br>The first interesting thing was the crumpled Clockwork robots that were scattered about. It was no lie the Steam Punks have a loose affiliation with the Clockwork (by 'loose affiliation', she means that the Steam Punks take great pleasure in taking Clockwork apart to use as spare parts, especially for Mr. Flint himself. She'd never met the man, only heard the most interesting rumors involving a tomato and a can of year-expired beans.) Some of the lackeys were taking the robots apart and jamming parts into boxes, then stacking boxes on top of other boxes, but for the most part, they were rather slow in their jobs. Maybe the Steam Punks were running low on manpower. Common problem.<br><br>The second interesting thing was the complete lack of automated turrets. Most places in the Rogue Islands, and even more recently here in Eastern Paragon, were protected by at least one automated defense cannon. Maybe they were back ordered in Super Villain Monthly with the recent hero surge, who knew. Plenty of goons with sneers and guns, but not beep beeps.<br><br>The third was how <em>bad</em> the building was in. This place looked shot to all hell, and had missing walls in some places. Good thing she was here. Of all the potential allies Arachnos had in Paragon, the Steam Punks were the most promising, but not for their architectural skills, clearly. Sera was shown into Flint's office (which as she thought looked just as bad as the rest of the building, nix the desk, which was actually in pristine condition.) Sera paused by the door and went through her usual greeting procedure.<br><br>"Mr. Flint, I presume." She curtsied to him (which looked awkward due to the fact she was wearing pants) and smiled. "It's a pleasure to finally meet the leader of the Steam Punks." She knew that no shortage of compliments went well with these ego-heads. It did, after all, work on her. "I had a proposition to give you, if you saw fit to listen. I feel you'll see the potential for your own wealth, as well as the advancement of Arachnos' agenda here in Paragon, as well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: CoH -As Tommorow Dies- Eastern Paragon City (Villain PvE Zone)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thrasius</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 14:15:41</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/jwfoGfb.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Name:</strong> <del>Chester B. Floyd</del> Mr. Flint<br><strong>Location:</strong> Steam Punk's headquarters, Flint's office<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sailor Apocalypse, open<br><br><hr><br><strong>"Looking good." </strong>Flint said, admiring his reflection in the broken piece of glass as he waited for the unexpected guest. As he made his way over to his chair once again, Flint couldn't help but wander what The Magistrate wanted with the Steampunks. Perhaps some sort of business deal? Flint could feel his heart-rate increase at the thought, more specifically at the thought of making money. It was true that the Steampunks were low on manpower, so perhaps grouping up would be for the best. <br><br>Looking towards the door as it opened, Flint leaned back in his chair and let his two hands rest behind his head. He studied the woman as she made her way in and greeted him, giving Flint a polite bow. <strong>"Well, well. Aren't we a bit formal?"</strong> Flint said, sucking in air through his teeth before standing up and nodding. <strong>"You've heard right! The name <em>is</em> Flint!"</strong> His demeanor quickly changed from being somewhat serious to completely immature in a matter of seconds. <strong>"Or Mr. Flint if you're feeling fancy."</strong> He added in, cackling loudly for no apparent reason before extending his hand. <br><br><strong>"And it's a pleasure to have such a beautiful young lady in our company."</strong> Looking down at her hands, Flint shrugged before looking back at The Magistrate. <strong>"I'd kiss your hand but, as you could probably already tell, I don't have lips."</strong> Laughing all the way back to his desk, Flint wiped the spit away from his mouth using the sleeve of his jacket. <strong>"So, what did ya want?"</strong> Just like before, Flint's persona quickly changed back to being serious. Stroking his chin as he listened, Flint was becoming more and more interested in the offer. Especially at the mention of personal gain. <strong>"Alright, I'll bite. What's your proposition?"</strong> 
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