One Crew to Rule it All: Middle City (Gang Activity)
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				Title: <strong>One Crew to Rule it All: Middle City (Gang Activity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 05:29:14</strong>
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				<strong>Location:</strong> Lindon<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br><br><hr><br>(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/229/e/2/Basrang_Lang_Pourk_by_LakeHurwitz.jpg)<br><br>Lindon was not the friendliest of the districts in Middle City, nor was it the prettiest by far, one of the many cases in this town where it was perfectly reasonable to judge a book by its cover. Easily the largest, the dirtiest, and the most crime-ridden slum sector in the city, Lindon was mostly populated by what were very unpopularly referred to as "subhumans": kobolds, goblins, trolls, and even the noble centaurs found their way here when the higher class sections of town refused to offer work to anything too intimidating, unclean, unwieldy, or untrustworthy. With the relatively uncontrolled breeding of the more animalistic races, the slum was growing more and more crowded by the week and drugs and alcohol were as prevalent as food and water, but it wasn't a system totally without leaders<br><br>Lindon was under complete and total control of the Unleashed, not the most powerful gang in the city by any means, but the largest for sure. Poorly outfitted and lacking heavily in the way of capital, the Unleashed, taking their name to passive-aggressively spite the ones who were "in charge," used their sheer numbers of desperate poor to traffic drugs all around the projects, and even to the rest of the city if the price was high and safety was ensured. The centaur pack that led the group was as intelligent, strategic, noble, and cunning as any of their forest-born ancestors had been, but the sheer size of the gang and lack of other races capable of leadership meant most of its manpower went unguided and unchecked. It was this barely contained anarchy that made the Unleashed not an offensive threat, but one that should not be crossed on their own turf.<br><br>That was what made it all seem so odd when it was in this very slum that the dwarves would be performing their robbery of the Light of Dawn's armored car. One had to give it the dwarves, they had to have balls to steal from the most powerful gang in the city, in the territory of the largest gang in the city, though they did have plenty of places to run to in the underground. At that moment, there was a wide and completely desolate street in the slums, with concrete old, cracked, and dotted with potholes, bordered on both sides by buildings squat and decayed, little houses where men either conducted shady business or huddled with their families and hoped no violence broke out and consumed what little, precious possessions they had. Humans were never seen walking this street, with dwarves and elves being just as rare, but right then, below the street, several meters down through concrete, pipes, and steel, there were dwarves in an abandoned tunnel, working hard and hastily in preparation.<br><br>The tunnel was filled with air as dusty and stagnant as smug, and the darkness was oppressive, even for a species that spent the majority of its time underground, but the stocky men with beards looked like they were ready to do anything for that precious, precious gold. Around a dozen or so dwarves were working hard, a few up in the ceiling, in old, rotting maintenance hatches, planting explosives within the foundation of the street, while a few were operating a massive rail carrier; an enormous, flatbed monstrosity that was a little more than half the width of the entire tunnel, clearly designed to carry a huge amount of cargo, and to take a beating while doing it. The few dwarves that didn't have a specific job were down on the tracks, guarding their machination, which rested its several tons of mass on both tracks and remained still until they were ready to move out.<br><br>"Pick up the pace, ye shitheads! If ye fuck this up now, Old Beardless is gonna have all o' yer balls!" demanded a voice that was gruff even for a dwarf, coming from one who looked crazed and gold-hungry even for a Gravedigger. Haraim Dorvir (http://images.epilogue.net/users/dimhovi/BloodDwarfDN.jpg) was, to those who had knowledge of such things, a particularly fierce lieutenant in the Gravediggers, most known excessive brutality (again, even for a dwarf), especially when it came to elves. It was said Dorvir would behead literally any elf he laid his eyes on, regardless of whose territory they were in, and that he wouldn't even touch an elf prostitute. His lust for elf blood was so pure that rumors said he'd even killed several fae just for having pointy ears, though no one knew for sure where this hatred came from. He made a fine deterrent for elves trying to enter the underground and dwarf districts, though, and that was quite enough reason for the Gravediggers to keep him around.<br><br>Minutes later, and the gnome-crafted explosives were all in place and ready to detonate. The dwarves stood on the far sides of the rail carrier, ready to move if there was any threat of being crushed by falling debris, though such a thing happened more than they cared to admit in their organization. It was the middle of the night now, and, as reliable information told it, the armored car came rolling down that desolate slum road at a deliberate pace, well-protected from any attacks up on the streets. It had no escorts, as the riches inside were still only a small fraction of what the Light of Dawn possessed, but it made every other gang green with envy, and red with desire. Like all angelic properties, it was following its route at the exact pace it supposed to, meaning the dwarves did not need a scout up above to know when it would be passing over. As soon as the exact second of the exact minute of the exact hour came, Haraim hit the switch on their copper-cased detonator, and the ceiling above exploded into concrete and steel shrapnel. The center of the street collapsed in a near-perfect rectangle, forming a boundary around the bank car that brought it screeching down through the ground and into the tunnel. With a defeaning crash, it landed on the center of the rail carrier, tires blowing out instantly and axles all but shattering; or at least it would have, had it not been an angelic vehicle blessed not to be so easily damaged.<br><br>No more than a second after it had landed, two men got out of the front of the car and two from the back, but they didn't have time to draw their weapons before the dwarves were upon them, axes removing heads and other body parts and shotguns taking care of whatever remained. Dumping the human corpses over the side of the carrier, the Gravediggers secured the vehicle as one ran over to the control deck, a little platform raised above the rest of the flatbed, ready to move on. Unbeknownst to every last one of them, theirs wasn't the only heist in effect, and at that moment, the immensely powerful and intelligent outcasts Marc had gathered together were ready to strike...
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All: Middle City (Gang Activity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 19:49:43</strong>
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				Name: Jack 'Jekyll' Mason<br>Location: Lindon<br>Tagging: All and none<br><br>______________________________<br><br><em>"Jesus fucking hell, Has Lindon gotten even shittier in the last Five decades?"</em><br><br>"huh?"<br><br><em>"C'mon Jack, look at this place. It's a shitstate. We never had much of a stake here, but fuck me. They had some good brothels here. This place is nothing but a festering fucking corpse!"</em><br><br>"Hmm."<br><br><em>"Don't give me that bullshit. The Unleashed have gone fucked this place up. I'll be glad when this place gets cleaned up by whats-his-face."</em><br><br>"Marc?"<br><br><em>"Yeah...That guy. </em><br><br>"You like him?"<br><br><em>He doesn't smell like the backside of a minotaur's ass. That counts for something in this city, and he seems to hate the light as much as we do...Maybe even more. I trust a man who hates like me."</em><br><br>"No one hates as much as you."<br><br><em>"You don't know people."</em><br><br>Jack paused as he scooped another mouthful of noodles into his hungry maw, leaning against the counter of the open air noodle bar. He had spent the entire time speaking his part of the Duologue with Hyde, completely ignoring the confused looking Satyr behind the counter. As he finished his conversation, his nose twitched, taking in the scent of the lithe Fey who's hands were rooting around in his pocket. He'd let the creature be for now, having nothing in his pocket. When the creature tried his luck with a second pocket, the Lycantrope in human skin reached down and gripped it's wrist. It yelped loudly as he nearly broke the fragile creature's bone. He lifted it up by it's wrist, growling slightly and showing off his extended canines.<br><br>"You need a bath. I could smell you a mile away."<br><br>Jack dropped the Fey onto the counter, in front of the half eaten bowl of noodles. Jack reached into the second pocket, the one the Fey nearly lost a hand for, and pulled out a few notes: Handing them to the Fey. "Eat, then Pay."<br><br>The Fey's eyes widened in shock at this seemingly random act of kindness. She nodded her thanks as she gulped down mouthfuls of the rich food. Jack shrugged his shoulders as he picked up his rucksack, which the creature had already rooted through to find nothing but clothing and a leather bound book of some sort. Jack walked out of the bar and down an Alleyway.<br><br>The Fay paused for a second, getting up in order to run down the alleyway and thank the man. When she got their, he was nowhere to be seen. The only sign of his existence being a pair of sharp claw marks on the floor.<br><br>On the rooftops of Lindon, Jack bounded across the flat dirt of the hovels that people here called home. It felt good to be in the open air again, taking in big lungfulls of air and seeing the white diamond that was the moon. It was a waxing crescent. A good week from it's full glory. Yet it was beautiful, none the less. Below, Jack watched the inconspicuous sight of the Angel's truck roll through Lindon's nearly empty roads. He was surprised to see it so poorly guarded, but so few had the sacks to try and pilfer from the Angels, especially in Unleashed turf. <br><br>Jack waited and watched and bounded beside the truck, glad of Hyde's apparent concentration and his uncharacteristic silence. This was normally when Hyde would be trying to convince Jack to give him control and rampage a bit. Jack knew that this time, he'd need a more delicate touch. Jack would kill all the dwarfs, sure. But he'd probably also try and kill any of the people he didn't like from the club...and perhaps attempt to seduce the others, or worse.<br><br>Jack had no more time to think about Hyde, when the explosion let rip, Jack looked around the street, waiting to see any of his allies. He didn't want to go in on his own, that wasn't the plan here. He waited for a signal that all others were present before moving into the fray. <br><br><em>"I get a special joy out of killing the Stout-folk. They pride themselves on being like sturdy Rocks...I think they break like eggs."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All: Middle City (Gang Activity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SargentToughie</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 16:50:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://moe.animecharactersdatabase.com/images/ikusamegamizero/Abiruusu_Kassere.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Jared Orian</strong></span><br><br><strong>Where:</strong> City streets, then underground.<br><br><strong>With:</strong> alone<br><br><hr><br>Jared walked slowly through the infested streets of Lindon, looking around at just how disgusting, dirty, and overrun with population that the entire place was. He didn't know much about the Gangs in the city other then the one that he was being drafted into, as well as one other gang of rather severe relevance to his life, but he was quickly starting to learn that the gang who ran this particular part of the city didn't seem to care very much about things like sanitation or taking care of their population. Then again, considering how quickly the races in this area were able to reproduce, perhaps that was actually a positive thing. It was an infestation the likes of which he had never seen before in his life, and he felt like a fish out of water in this area, without question. He had found himself roaming the streets for a few hours before the actual heist began, simply trying to get a bit of 'fresh air' before going down into the tunnels and clear his head.<br><br>He spied one of his allies having lunch before catching a Fae pickpocket, unsurprising to see one of her kind lost to poverty and condemned to pickpocketing out here. Most of her kind that left the city of shadows were either drafted into a gang because of their immensely powerful magic of deception, or if they didn't have the same kind of power that more influential or talented Fae did, they were stuck out on the streets with no money to their name and no skills with which to get a proper job. That was the unfortunate situation of Fae, since they had their own self-sustained society and rarely left it, and those who did would quickly find out that their currency was outright rejected by the city at large. The worst part of all was that Fae who left the city were never allowed to return, due to the belief that a Fae should be proud of her homeland and wish to remain in the comfort of their own home forever. They were a very 'inside club' so to speak, and they didn't appreciate the idea of people thinking that the grass was greener on the other side.<br><br>The grass, however, was most certainly NOT greener on the other side. At least the female Fae had access to their magic of illusions and hallucination, male Fae had no magical powers whatsoever and were even more condemned to a life of poverty then their female counterparts... Female Fae were also exceptionally beautiful as well, so there was always prostitution to fall back on... Another rather commonplace sight, and because of that, the outside world often perceived the Fae as petty pickpockets and whores, never knowing the graceful and artistic city that had sealed itself off from the rest of the world and lived in isolation.<br><br>Jared was secretly thankful towards Jack for being somewhat gracious towards the Fae, and before he could allow himself to think about it anymore, he turned around and started to walk away. This, however, brought him bumping into the chest of a hammered Minotaur who he hadn't noticed until now. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" Jared jolted, quickly moving to the side in order to simply walk away. "I'm sorry." The drunk Minotaur, however, didn't seem particularly pleased with Jared's answer. He reached out and quickly grabbed the man's slender wrist with a strong and forceful grip, one that would lock any other person down for at least a few moments. Jared, however, while not as physically strong as some of the other gang members, had a few tricks up his sleeve. "Hey! I'm talking to you! Don't you just walk away from me!." Jared simply shut his eyes and shook his head, wishing that he didn't have to do this. It always frightened him in a way that no other person could understand, not because he feared his powers, but because anybody could be watching.<br><br>Jared seemed to completely vanish, almost dissolving into the wind itself and leaving no trace of him behind. The Minotaur, obviously and rightfully confused, opened his hand and inspected it, looking around the area in front of him with a rather dumbstruck look in his eye. "Wh... what was that?" <br><br>Jared would reappear a few streets away, sighing gently as he continued his trip down the road. This time, however, he would make sure that he watched where he was going.<br><br>...............................................<br><br>A few hours later and Jared was at the predetermined meeting point in the tunnels, trying his best to simply breathe as he thought about the heist that he and his comrades were about to perform. By this point, he was terrified by the idea of fighting, mostly because he was putting his own life on the line, and he would have to kill others as well. Still, the time was now, and he had to step up and fight if he wanted to ever get out of this dreadful situation. Pulling out his lone handgun, he took in a deep breath and gripped it tightly, thinking that he was prepared as he ever was to get this counter-heist underway.<br><br>He waited for somebody else to lead the way though, obviously. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Crew to Rule it All: Middle City (Gang Activity)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 15:34:17</strong>
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				Name: Jack 'Jekyll' Mason<br>Location: Lindon<br>Tagging: All and none<br><br>______________________________<br><br>The night's air was frigid against even the fur that coated the Lycanthrope. It was a bitter night in Lindon and it would be even bitterer in his human skin. He couldn't help but imagine the chill that the others might be feeling now, on the floors or inside the tunnels. It didn't help that the Werewolf's perch was atop a fairly tall building, but the bitter cold was as decrepit and unkind as the hearts of...<br><br><em>"I'm Bored..."</em><br><br>...Jack's train of thought was ruined and his internal monologue was disturbed by the whining of his inner self. The second psyche had piped in his opinion when Jack had least expected it, throwing him off. What he said made sense though, the Dwarves had already beaten the angelic guards of the booty to death and no one else was to be seen. Had Marc's assembly of assorted misfits already deserted the promise of gold and treasure? Jack was here for a different reason entirely, but would the motivator of greed prove to be a much worse motivation than the much simpler and much purer path for revenge?<br><br><em>"Stop over-thinking things you moron."</em><br><br>"Listen, if you've something to say, say it."<br><br><em>"Would you go in first? A group of people who you've met a grand total of once, all of whom are thugs and criminals, are your back up. Do you trust them like that? Of course you don't.</em><br><br>"So everyone is waiting for someone to make the first move for them?"<br><br><em>"Probably...or they're all a bunch of chicken shits that’d only get in the way. Either way, stop being a pussy and go in first. You're a giant fucking Werewolf, the worst that'll happen to you is a few shotgun shells worth of pain.</em><br><br>Jack nodded at himself, somewhat surprised by Hyde's rationalisation skills. He'd lived with the other psyche for literally decades now, and he oft forgot how the psyche had developed to be pretty smart. He was still a selfish fuckwit with no social skills, but he was clever at reading people. Moments like this made the bond between them seem symbiotic and cooperative. He almost managed to ignore Hyde's constant desire to kill/pillage/fuck just about everything he sees. <br><br>Now though, was the time to act. There was no howl to the moon, nor any bellow or sound of rage. That was closer to Hyde's terrain. Instead, there was a single bounding leap, which catapulted Jack from his rooftop watchtower to the north side of the road's newly added subway. He landed silently, avoiding the guards who were still undergrounds, patting themselves on the back for their work done well. The only task that was left was the one axe totting dwarf who strode above ground, trying to ensure that no one disturbed the group underground who worked to pilfer all the angelic gold.<br><br>He was not going to have a good night...<br><br>Jack stalked forward, silent and deadly. A Hunter's grace surrounded him as he stood a foot behind the hunter. He rose up off of all fours and onto his hind legs, his shadow towering over the dwarf. The creature had time to turn around and attempt to shout before Jack's hand clasped around its neck. The soundless gags of a chocking dwarf and the clang of a dropped axe filled the night sky as Jack put pressure on the neck: Snapping it like a twig.<br><br>The sounds, so light as they were, had proven enough to alert the dwarves below of something gone wrong, the sound of confusion was easy enough to hear and, deciding to not eat some shotgun shells, the Werewolf jumped to the shadows, having discarded the dwarf's corpse on the floor. This could go two ways really; one led to the others intervening: killing the investigating dwarves, or two; the dwarves would discover the corpse, warn the rest of the stout folk and make Jack's job a lot harder. He was forcing the hands of his allies now, perhaps not the best way to ensure the job's success but it seemed the best way to find out just how alone Jack was in this raid.<br>
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