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Post by taylor (309 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » 「 FLASHMOB RP 」

@ChronoWolf: @Fehafare: @waybig1010101: @Justalittlegirl: [ SORRY FOR THE WAIT ]

=)

Blinded by the light and temporarily paralysed from the cold, the Brunswick Baton was unable to pursue or capture warden or Ariana. ("Damn."), he thought to himself, before calling for backup and letting the rest of the police know of the tentacle monsters that had taken to the rooftops. Once the helicopters found them, he'd be on it.

Until then, he took to the crowd, stopping looting and clearing spaces for ambulances. One person not in need of an ambulance was Dan, who had convinced Doc to stay her needle and focus on the wounded. "You wouldn't happen to have healing powers for others, would you?" She asked him, injecting her needle into a young boy choking on his own blood, healing him as she glanced at her partner Spring, who was assisting in the maintaining of order and organising the relief effort, or what was available at the time.

=)

As Taylor walked down the street, he tugged off his black jacket and tossed it aside, pinching a pair of headphones from a distracted teenager and putting them over his ears, smirking as he swaggered down the street.

He saw a blue-haired young man wearing a pink shirt with a bouquet of roses in his hand. Taylor wiped the fingertips of his index and middle fingers on the lipstick of a young woman as she brought it to her lips, then grabbed a bottle of perfume from a street merchant's stand with his other hand.

Approaching his target, Taylor stroked the man's neck with his left hand. [ FREE SAMPLE? ] He asked, spraying the man on the neck with the perfume before walking away.

=)

"Ready for what?" Autumn asked Gale playfully. "I'm staying here. Somebody needs to man the fortress, otherwise anyone could walk in."

=)

"Sure, just lemme take this." The man said, reading the text and calling the sender. "Yello? Uhuh? Really? Naaaah... Well, okay."

Hanging up, he put the phone into his pocket. "I just need to grab something from my car." He explained. "Do you two need a ride anywhere?"

You two.

He'd noticed Bryony, but was still playing dumb.

They'd been compromised.

Stepping out of her hiding spot, Bryony dragged a fire hydrant and hurled it at the man. "GET DOWN!" She shouted at Titch, before it exploded into flames.

=)

Taylor checked his phone as he walked through a park, then hid behind two young girls as he saw Chase.

This was someone Taylor couldn't afford to be seen by. As someone capable of seeing souls, Taylor would be a walking corpse to him. Invisible to all his supernatural senses yet painfully obvious to mundane eyesight.

Unscrewing the lid of the perfume bottle, Taylor inserted a lit cigarette taken from a young woman walking her dog and screwed the cap back on. Choosing his target, Taylor planted the molotov cocktail in the hands of a teenage boy, paying him £50 to run across the road and drop it into the nearest bin

The boy took the money gladly, running through the traffic and dunking the explosive into the metal container just as the embers hit the alcoholic substance, creating a massive BANG and sending fire and glass upward.

The boy panicked and ran for it as Taylor looked at the explosion with the rest of the surprised crowd, before walking away and into an alley.

=)

"Dammit Kermit..." Hitomi sighed, kicking the door open to let Aleister in. "He was singing like a parakeet until you butted in."

"Singing like a- I WAS INTERROGATING YOU!!" The taylorist on the floor shouted as Hitomi approached him.

"People are a lot more talkative when they think they have the upper hand." Hitomi said, placing a hand in her lap for modesty as she squatted down next to him, flexing her fingers to tighten the chords around his neck. "So, what did the big man want with little-old me anyway?"

"I'I ain't telling you nothing!" The man shouted. "You can't keep us down forever!!"

Hitomi sighed. "Yep. That's all I'm going to get out of you today." She said, flicking her wrist and dragging him into her Kaspa before standing up. "Talk to me through the door." She told Aleister, walking into her bedroom and closing the door. "I'm listening." She called to him as she started getting dressed.

=)

"Why do you do it?" Hagane asked in the darkness.

Altair looked down at her as she lay on the floor, tied to the chair. "Do what? Fight your empire or murder your sister?"

"Both."

Altair looked up. "You're still young." He said, eyes focused on the ceiling. "You haven't seen how big your tyranny extends. I've seen ledgers where whole planets get rounded to the nearest hundred because of the sheer size of it all. There are billions of planets praising your brother's name without ever seeing his face, blindly accepting the safety of the chainsword and bolter, never asking the questions that'll bring your blade to their backs."

The assassin looked down at her. "The only freedom was in piracy." He explained. "Those that escape notice because of your rounding up. Do you know what they said on one planet that was destroyed by the Orken rampage? Help is on the way."

Altair spat. "'Help Is On The Way' was my war cry." He told Hagane, who rolled her eyes.

So, they need to keep a tighter eye on the ledgers and put more focus on making sure every planet is defended. That would prevent Altair's uprising this time around.

"But that was merely the trigger." Altair explained. "In the end, freedom only comes from letting go. Any tyranny of the mind that prevents people from making that choice is something I will destroy."

Hagane glared at the anarchist, who smirked back at her.

"Or maybe I'm just an asshole who enjoys stabbing people in the back." Altair told her. "I did learn from the best."

=)

"No trail." Rider told Summer with a glare in his eye. "How the hell does he do this?"

Looking around, the Shinodaborn-turned-assassin scanned the crowd for any clues. They were far enough away from the chaos to be in relatively normal London. In fact, the only thing that seemed to be grabbing anyone's attention was a young woman screaming at a distressed young man.

"WHO IS SHE!" She screeched, shaking his chest violently. "IS SHE PRETTIER THAN ME!?"

"N-No Caroline!" The boy insisted. "There's no other girl, I swear!"

She wiped her thumb on his neck. "Then who's lipstick is this? HUH!?" She demanded.

Rider clenched his fist. How was he supposed to focus and look for Altair with this racket going on?

=)

As the claws came out, the young girl stumbled slightly in fear, scratching her cheek on the edges of the ice. "OW!" She screamed, stepping back with tears in her eyes, grabbing the wound as blood dripped from between her fingers.

"D-DON'T HURT HER!" The man shouted. "PLEASE! I'LL GIVE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST LET HER GO!"

CLICK

A young girl, perhaps no older than fourteen, sat on the window ledge with her cameraphone trained on Arthur. "Lily's gonna love this." She said, vaulting out the window and down to the street below.

Arthur's phone would receive an email within seconds, containing the image and the caption: "Ice Mage extorts family- Meta-Human oppression at its finest."

=)

Ashley looked up at the entity that wrote his paycheck. No killing. "Alright." He said, reaching under his shirt to remove two daggers, a hatchet, and a handgun, before drawing a shortsword from under his collar and setting them on the table he was sitting at before handing the sketch over. "Here's our little vandals Swallow." Ashley said, trying to hide the brief moment he saw Swallower's mask slip- a term for when someone of his bloodline saw a hidden worlder's face change when they become agitated. It was a change that only occurred in the eye of the beholder, but it told him a lot of what Swallower was capable of. In this instance, he briefly saw a grey, misty head that was far too large for the body and merged with the shoulders. Its mouth was wide enough to fit Ashley's whole body in, and this lower lip almost touched his toes as he spoke.

The phenomenon was an ability of the Jagger bloodline, but it came with a weakness. Whenever Ashley saw this change occur, his own eyes would appear as hollow sockets that absorbed all light around them to whoever Ashley was looking at, as well as showing them images of whatever he saw in them. It was disturbing and often made Hidden Worlders mistake him for Death, or a demon from their nightmares.

It was, however, immensely useful in his line of work. Taking up a number of blunt instruments, Ashley cricked his neck and stood by the door. "Ready whenever you two are." He told Swallower and Malcolm.

Outside the shop, a very sneaky young man planted a mobile telephone in Alicia's pocket with all the skill and slight of any artful dodger.

=)

Snow's request denied, he grumbled and got back to his game.

Keep these five occupied- especially Nelly. Brighteyes should be striking her house any second and Nelly needed to be where Snow could see her- safe and away from harm.

"Hey, is that a fire?" Joe asked, looking out the window.

Damn it all.

=)

A hand touched Harold on the back as he approached the bridge. [ HEY BOSS ] He told said, handing him a large screw

Taylor smiled down at the man with visions as a hooded girl lit up a cigarette, walking away from a small sidestreet next to the bridge as it caught fire. [ MAGGIE, GOOD TO SEE YOU TOO! ]

She flicked the match onto the floor and looked at Taylor, then at Harold. "You the one who sees things?" She asked Taylor, who nodded.

[ YEP. TAYLOR HERE TOLD ME HE'D PROVE TO EVERYONE THAT WHAT I SAW WAS REAL ]

Taylor skipped over to the girl and looked at Harold, smiling.

[ WHAT SHOULD WE DO NEXT, TAYLOR? ] He asked him with delight as the flames climbed higher and higher up the bridge.

Post by taylor (309 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » 「 FLASHMOB RP 」

@waybig1010101: @ChronoWolf: @Fehafare: @Justalittlegirl:

As Chase entered the alleyway, he would see three boys, aged between twelve and fourteen, laughing with blood splattered on their face and clothing.

Each one's face was included on the message he had just received.

Mark Giles. Paul Davies. Josh Underwood.

The smallest one, Josh, was still carrying a bloodied knife as he ran past Chase.

=)

The Brunswick Baton rushed over the rooftops, his partner taking the car as he raced over the fleeing panic.

He could smell the blood on the wind.

Damn.

Damn.

He saw a media helicopter flying overhead, then latched onto it with a black tentacle, riding it across the sky until he saw the devastation.

No…

Then he saw Warden. He didn't know what he was, but a man with a knife for an arm and tentacles sprouting out of the other standing amongst a screaming mob was never good-

Aw hell, he had a kid.

Diving from the helicopter, Officer Darren Williams, The Brunswick Baton, landed in front of Warden.

" yOu ArE uNdEr ArReSt FoR sUsPiCiOn Of CoMmItTiNg GrIeVoUs BoDiLy HaRm, DiSrUpTiNg ThE pEaCe, And PuBlIc InDeCeNcY." The slithering policeman told Warden. "YoU hAvE tHe RiGhT tO eXpLaIn YoUrSeLf, BuT aNyThInG yOu SaY cAn Be UsEd As EvIdEnCe To PrOsEcUtE yOu FoR tHiS oR oThEr OfFeNcEs."

=)

「 YES 」

Taylor smirked as he walked around the shop, looking around the shelves. There was panic in the streets, the TV on the till started playing the urgent news bulletin. "Oh no…" The shopkeeper said. "There's just been a massacre on Oxford Circus!"

Suppressing a smile, Taylor turned to look at the woman. "That's awful…" he said, rushing over to her side and watching the screen with her, raising an arm over her shoulder. "Some people… do you need me to stay here and help out for a bit?"

"Can you?" The woman asked Taylor, who smiled and kissed her on the top of her head.

"Of course duck." He told her. "I'll just check the back door's locked in case any looters try to come through. Shout if you need anything."

The woman smiled. "Thanks Dale." She said as Taylor headed to the door to the cellar.

Turning back, he glanced and smiled at her. "Glad to help out, mum." He said with a smile.

=)

Doc started seeing to the wounded in the streets, her partner Spring shouting orders to a rampaging mob to get some semblance of order out of the craziness.

Ember, Brighteyes and Bloodant had vanished, either pursuing targets or keeping lookout. Titch had taken off with Bryony- those two girls would be fine.

Doc saw a man in near-berserk state standing over another man- one of the knife attackers.

Dead men don't give answers.

"Hey!" Doc called out to Dan and his attacker. "Both of you. Contain the calamity that is your mammaries. I'm a medic." She explained, summoning her syringe. "And I need you both to tell me what just happened."

The man under Dan's foot wasn't saying anything anytime soon.

Not to far away, Summer and Rider approached the rooftop where Altair had been taken.

There was no trail. No evidence of a struggle. No leads.

He was gone.

=\

The Inquisitor and the assassin glared at each other.

"Why are you here?" Altair asked. "What does he want with you?"

Hagane didn't speak, her brain working out hundreds of different methods to escape from these screws and tear out his throat with her teeth.

"I took something from him." Altair continued. "What did you do?"

"Does he need a reason?" Hagane spat, her first words to the man that murdered her sister.

Altair smirked. "No." He chuckled bitterly. "No, I guess he doesn't."

=)

Arthur dragged the man by the throat into the building- he struggled and fought, but couldn't hope to match with Arthur's strength.

"S-Sir!" The man wheezed. "Sir, you're hurting me!"

There was a tug on Arthur's sleeve. "Mister?" A little girl- short, messy black hair under a blue hat and pretty blue dress, asked him. She was five, six at most. "Mister, what're you doing with daddy?"

"Jenny, go outside." The man begged, before looking at Arthur. "Please, not in front of my daughter. Take what you want, just let her go."

=)

The man smiled down at Titch. "Sure." He said, letting her lead him wherever she wanted to go.

Following shortly behind her, a slightly older girl kept an eye on the two of them. Bryony was Titch's sister and partner for this job, and knew her skills better than anyone.

"Are you here alone?" The man asked Titch. "Do you need me to call your parents?"

Bryony smirked to herself. This man was mincemeat

Titch had this one in the bag.

=)

The door opened, and Taylor walked into the dungeon, smiling at Hagane and Altair.

「 I BROUGHT PIZZA 」

He spread his empty hands and walked between them, grinning as he looked at his prisoners.

「 WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH YOU? 」

「 YOU KNOW, I NEVER REALLY EXPECTED TO GET THIS FAR 」

「 FILL A FEW MORGUES, PISS A LOT OF PEOPLE OFF, SURE 」

「 BUT THIS IS TURNING OUT TO BE A BIT TOO SUCCESSFUL 」

「 CAN'T BE TOO CAREFUL, CAN I? ]

Moving like lightning, Taylor span around, grabbing Hagane by the chin and hurling her across the room. The chair remained intact as it bounced off the wall and onto the ground, where Taylor took a running kick into Hagane's gut.

She coughed up blood. "ASSHOLE!!" She screamed, and Taylor put a finger to her lips, only of her to bite down onto his hand. Unconcerned, Taylor pressed his hand onto Hagane's stomach for a moment before exhaling.

「 YOU FEEL THAT? 」

「 THE BABY KICKED ME BACK 」

Drawing a knife, Taylor stabbed it down into his own wrist and twisted, tearing the hand off and leaving it in Hagane's mouth before stepping over her and walking out of the door, dripping red blood as he walked.

Even Altair winced as the metal door slammed shut.

=)

There were clicks, and Hitomi's door opened up an inch, her head peering out. "Oh, hey Kermit." She said sternly, hiding herself behind the door. "Sorry, you've caught me at a bad time. I was just in the bath."

Neither of those facts were untrue, and Hitomi had a strict policy against mind reading. Aleister had caught her at a bad time. Hitomi was recently in the bath.

She also had a gun to her head.

She also had fifteen razor-sharp wires hovering around the gunman's body.

One wrong move and either one of them would be dead.

And Hitomi wanted this one to last a little longer than his buddy did.

"What do you need?" Hitomi asked Aleister, tucking her bathrobe around herself.

=)

"Hey boss." Ashley said, walking into the office and waving at Malcom and Swallower, taking a note pad and starting to sketch the faces of the kids who bricked the window. "There's some commotion out on the main street, probably just another riot."

Ashley paused mid-sketch.

Just another riot?

That's not something you just brush off.

You don't just brush something like that aside.

Taking a deep breath, Ashley put the pencil down and closed his eyes, feeling out in his mind.

"Something's going down lads." Ashley said, looking at Swallower and Malcom. "Something very psychic."

=)

Taylor walked back to the shop front, only to find the shelves empty. The woman at the counter had been decapitated, and the till had been looted.

Even the TV was on fire.

Letting out a sigh, Taylor patted the woman on her shoulder with his bloody stump and walked out of the front door.

「 SORRY MAM 」

「 YOU WERE REALLY NICE 」

「 I GUESS I HAD TO FAIL SOMEWHERE 」

=)

Autumn smiled as she watched Taylor take Altair from the rooftops into his little hiding hole, the image being displayed on a large screen in the Sanctuary. "It's always, fun, watching your ex and your current interest fighting over you, isn't it?" Autumn asked Gale. "In a morbid sort of way."

A phone on the table buzzed, and Autumn checked it, before smiling again. "Winter just invited you over to play babysitter over his assignment." She told Gale. "Fancy playing boardgames with a group of hormonal teenagers?"

Autumn got to her feet and stretched out. "I suppose you could pass for his mother." She suggested. "But maybe you'd prefer to play the big sister? Or tell him to nut up and do his job. I'm leaving this one to you." She explained, tossing the phone into Gale's hand and walking towards the fridge.

=)

Snow pocketed his phone and walked back towards the table, picking up his Barbarian character sheet and looking at Nelly, who was acting as dungeon master for this game.

Moore grumpily shoved some popcorn into his mouth while Joe was thumbing through the rule book. "This magic system is messed up…" He commented, figuring out what he should be doing with his cleric. Maybe he should have done as Moore and gone as an orc ranger…

Snow simply focused on his job. Keeping these five unaware of the bloodshed happening outside.

=(

Taylor wriggled the fingers of his new hand, walking through the streets as a fleet of ambulances screamed past him. Taking the phone out of his pocket, he wrote a text and sent it to all his Boyz.

「 LET'S GO SET FIRE TO LONDON BRIDGE 」

Post by taylor (309 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » New Vice Awards

OCTOBER 2014

The venue was a burned down theatre in the backstreets of London. Sunlight poured through the windows as rain fell through the gaps in the ceiling. A few brave souls ventured into the building- deemed fit to collapse, all to see the small, dark haired man on the stage.

「 YOU'VE GOT A FRIEND IN ME 」

「 YOU'VE GOT A FRIEND IN ME 」

「 WHEN THE ROAD LOOKS ROUGH AHEAD 」

「 AND YOU'RE MILES AND MILES FROM YOUR NICE WARM BED 」

「 YOU JUST REMEMBER WHAT YOUR OLD PAL SAID 」

「 BOY YOU'VE GOT A FRIEND IN ME 」

「 HELLO AND WELCOME TO THE FIRST ANNUAL OCTOBER AWARDS 」

「 HERE WE CELEBRATE ALL THE PLAYERS, CHARACTERS, AND STORIES BETTER THAN MINE 」

「 WE HAVE THE VOTES, AND THIS WILL BE COMPLETELY FAIR! 」

「 SO, LET'S JUST START RIGHT ON WITH THIS CHARADE! 」

「 BEST HERO 」

Taylor's smile faded slightly, and he started pacing the stage, talking into the screw in his hand.

「 WE ALL LOVE OUR HEROES 」

「 HONEST 」

「 EXCELLENT 」

「 ROBUST 」

「 ORIGINAL 」

「 THIS AWARD GOES TO THOSE WHO BEST EXEMPLIFY THESE FINE ATTRIBUTES 」

「 THOSE WHO SELFLESSLY RISK THEIR LIVES FOR OTHERS, EXPECTING NO REWARD OTHER THAN THE GLORY AND PRAISE OF OTHERS 」

「 AND THESE ATTENTION SEEKERS, WELL… 」

「 THIS MONTH IS A TIE BETWEEN TWO FAMED HEROES! 」

「 HARUKO MIYATA AND ALTAIR THE DESPOILER! 」

「 SADLY, MISS MIYATA COULDN'T MAKE IT TONIGHT 」

「 SHE'S UNFORTUNATELY COME DOWN WITH A MILD CASE OF KNIVES IN THE THROAT 」

「 I'M SURE IT WAS A TRAINING ACCIDENT 」

「 WHICH MEANS THIS AWARD WILL HAVE TO GO TO- 」

There were muffled cries from one of the seats- a man was bound and gagged to one of the seats, his hands chained to the floor. His desperate struggles brought a smirk to Taylor's face.

「 SORRY ALTY-BOY. THIS ONE GOES TO ME. 」

- Best Hero: Haruko Miyata and Altair of the Creed -

「 BEST NEUTRAL 」

Shrugging, Taylor resumed his pacing.

「 OF COURSE, NOT ALL OF US HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO BE A HERO 」

「 SOME OF US ARE TOO COWARDLY 」

「 SOME OF US JUST DON'T HAVE THE MORAL COMPASS 」

「 SOME OF US ARE FORCED INTO ONE TOO MANY COMPROMISES 」

「 MOST OF US JUST DON'T CARE 」

「 AND THAT'S WHY WE'RE CELEBRATING THIS MONTH'S BEST NEUTRAL CHARACTER 」

「 I'M SURE YOU KNOW HIM WELL, THERE WAS OVERWHELMING SUPPORT FOR THIS CUTE LITTLE GUY 」

「 OUR WINNER IS… MOG! 」

「 COME UP HERE AND GIVE EVERYONE A SPEECH MOG! 」

Taylor stepped back from the spotlight as a little white figure, less than a metre in height, came onto the stage.

With little bat wing, a satchel and a little red bobble on its head, the little creature took the screw and stood in the spotlight created by sunlight and coughed. "Kupo! Kupo kupo kupo!" It said, before handing the screw back to Taylor.

「 LET'S GIVE A BIG HAND FOR MOG EVERYONE! 」

Taylor grinned, slamming his foot into the creature's back and launching it over the seats and out a broken window.

- Best Neutral: Master of Games -

「 BEST VILLAIN 」

Swinging his leg slightly, Taylor started walking again.

「 HERE, WE GET TO THE OTHER END OF THE SPECTRUM 」

「 THE BAD BOYS 」

「 THE BULLIES 」

「 THE TYRANTS 」

「 THE MAD MEN WITH TOO MUCH POWER 」

「 ONLY THE MOST DIABOLICAL ARE REMEMBERED HERE 」

「 THE MOST EVIL, TWISTED, SICK INDIVIDUALS 」

「 THIS IS WHERE WE ANNOUNCE WHO IS THE MOST HATED BEING IN THE VICE RIGHT NOW 」

「 AND THE WINNER IS… 」

「 OH 」

Taylor looks at the card, dropping the envelope and falling back onto his backside.

「 OH WOW… 」

「 IT'S… IT'S ME… ]

「 I… I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY… 」

「 I MEAN… THAT'S HOW YOU REALLY FEEL ABOUT ME? 」

「 I… I'M HURT GUYS… 」

「 REALLY. 」

「 WHY DO WE EVEN HAVE AN AWARD FOR THIS? 」

「 THIS IS REALLY MEAN. 」

Getting to his feet, Taylor wiped the tears from his face and smiled.

「 JUST KIDDING 」

「 THIS MONTH'S MOST HEINOUS VILLAIN IS NONE OTHER THAN MYSELF 」

「 THANK YOU FOR ALL YOU JERKS WHO VOTED FOR ME 」

「 I'LL MAKE SURE TO VISIT EACH ONE OF YOU PERSONALLY IN YOUR HOMES SO I CAN SHOW YOU MY APPRECIATION 」

「 NEXT AWARD! 」

- Best Villain: Taylor -

「 BEST FIGHT 」

「 FIGHTS! 」

「 THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE ALL HERE FOR, RIGHT? 」

「 BECAUSE MIGHT MAKES RIGHT AND THE RULES ARE MADE BY THOSE WHO CAN ENFORCE THEM! 」

「 LET'S TALK ABOUT THE BEST FIGHTS THAT HAVE HAPPENED THIS MONTH 」

「 ISN'T IT EMBARRASSING THAT EVERYONE WAS OUTDONE BY A BUNCH OF NAKED PEOPLE FIGHTING A BOWL OF FRUIT? 」

「 I'M NOT EVEN LYING THIS TIME 」

「 THAT WAS THE BEST FIGHT THIS MONTH 」

「 NAKED PEOPLE FIGHTING FRUIT 」

「 THAT'S JUST PATHETIC GUYS 」

「 AND THAT'S ME SAYING IT. 」

- Best Fight: Everyone Vs Lemon Lord and pals. -

「 BEST BROMANCE 」

「 KNOW WHAT'S MORE HOMOEROTIC THAN A BUNCH OF NAKED DUDES SWINGING THEIR SWORDS AT LEMONS? 」

「 BROMANCES 」

「 A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP WITHOUT THE SEX 」

「 AND WE HAVE A LOT OF THESE IMPOTENT PERVERTS THIS MONTH 」

「 THE FIRST IS A COMPLETE SEXLESS ORGY OF FRATERNAL FEELS 」

「 ANDY BONHAM, SID RENER, AND KEIJI NAKAHARA 」

「 THEN WE GET ALEISTER CROWN AND HIS BROTHER-IN-LAW ALVIN 」

「 OUR FAVOURITE TOTALLY-NOT-LESBIANS CIEL RHEA AND ELLIOTT FABRE 」

「 TWO ACTUALLY-NOT-LESBIANS OLIVIA KURUGI AND JULIA CREED 」

「 AND FINALLY, CHASE AND THE HUNTSMAN 」

「 NOW GET YOUR MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER, WE'RE GONNA TALK ABOUT PEOPLE WHO HATE EACH OTHER 」

- Best Bromance: Multiple Winners -

「 BEST RIVALRY 」

「 PEOPLE HATE EACH OTHER 」

「 SOME PEOPLE HATE PEOPLE MORE THAN OTHERS 」

「 SOME PEOPLE DEDICATE THEIR LIVES TO SHOWING OTHER PEOPLE HOW MUCH THEY HATE ANOTHER 」

「 JUST LOOK AT ASH 」

「 HIS FRIEND GARY HAD BADGES, BABES, POKEMON AND A CAR 」

「 AND HIS BEST FRIEND COULDN'T EVEN CONGRATULATE HIM FOR HIS SUCCESSES 」

「 ASH WAS A BITTER, TWISTED TWERP 」

「 AND IT'S THAT KIND OF BEHAVIOUR WE'RE HERE TO CELEBRATE 」

「 THIS AWARD GOES TO THE COUPLE THAT HATE EACH OTHER MORE THAN EVERYONE ELSE HATES ANYONE ELSE 」

「 ISN'T THAT LOVELY? 」

「 REWARDING SUCH MUTUAL HATRED? 」

「 IT'S ALMOST AS IF YOU GUYS ARE EVEN MORE BITTER AND TWISTED THAN I AM 」

「 AND THAT'S WHY I AM SO HAPPY TO PUBLICLY SHAME HUNTSMAN, SWALLOWER, AND SAMJAZ 」

「 MAY WE MOCK THEIR TOXIC BROMANCE FOR MANY- 」

CRASH

Taylor looked down, seeing his foot had smashed through the rotten stage floor.

「 WHOOPS 」

- Best Rivalry: Swallower/Huntsman Vs SamJaz -

「 GEN'S LEAST FAVOURITE ATTACK 」

Taylor hauled himself out of the hole and and grinned.

「 KNOW WHAT THE BEST WAY TO BRING A BOXER TO HIS KNEES? 」

「 YOU SLAM A PICKAXE THROUGH HIS KNEECAP 」

「 AND THAT'S WHY THIS MONTH'S LOSER OF GEN'S FAVOURITE ATTACK AWARD GOES TO NONE OTHER 」

「 THAN ALVIN HIMMELSKARTE 」

「 SLAMMING PICKAXES INTO ALL SORTS OF PLACES IN OSAKA 」

「 IT'S A GOOD JOB HE'S BEING SLICES UP BY A SURGEON RIGHT NOW 」

「 OR HE MIGHT JUST LOSE HIS LUNCH AT THE SIGHT OF THIS MONSTER 」

- Gen's least favourite attack: Alvin's pickaxe -

「 CROWNING MOMENT OF AWESOME 」

「 SPEAKING OF MONSTERS, NOT EVERYONE IS A FAILURE LIKE ME 」

「 SOME PEOPLE ARE GOOD AT WHAT THEY DO 」

「 SOME MIGHT EVEN SAY THAT THEY ARE AWESOME AT WHAT THEY DO 」

「 SOMETIMES, PEOPLE ACHIEVE A CROWNING MOMENT OF AWESOME 」

「 A SINGLE ACT THAT ONE CAN IDENTIFY AS THE SINGLE MOST AWESOME THING THEY HAVE EVER DONE IN THEIR LIVES 」

「 AND ONCE THIS HAS BEEN ACHIEVED, ONE WILL NEVER ACHIEVE ANYTHING TO THAT LEVEL EVER AGAIN 」

「 THIS MONTH'S WINNER WILL NO LONGER GROW IN STRENGTH, BUT CAN ONLY DETERIORATE FROM HERE 」

「 SINCE HE'S ALREADY REACHED HIS PEAK 」

「 THIS POOR SOUL IS DAN HIBIKI 」

「 A PHEROMONE BRAWLER THAT JUMPED THROUGH WALLS AND FLOORS OF A BURNING BUILDING TO SNEAK ATTACK A MAN DRESSED AS A LEMON 」

「 THAT IS THE MOST IMPRESSIVE THING HE WILL EVER ACHIEVE IN HIS LIFETIME 」

「 ON HIS TOMBSTONE, IT WILL READ: 」

「 HERE LIES DAN HIBIKI 」

「 HE DIDN'T USE THE STAIRS WHILE SNEAKING UP ON A GUY DRESSED AS A LEMON 」

「 I ALMOST FEEL SORRY FOR HIM 」

- Crowning Moment Of Awesome: Dan's shortcut -

「 CROWNING MOMENT OF FUNNY 」

「 SOMEONE I CAN FEEL SORRY FOR ARE THE ENTRANTS TO OUR NEXT CATEGORY 」

「 HERE WE MOCK THE CLOWNS, THE SCREW-UPS AND THE IDIOTS 」

「 CELEBRATING THEIR SHAME AND REMINDING THEM OF THEIR INCOMPETENCE 」

「 ONE PLAYER, FOR EXAMPLE, TOOK GREAT DELIGHT IN MOCKING HUNTSMAN'S NERVOUS BREAKDOWN 」

「 WHERE HE LASHED OUT AT A FRIEND FOR HELPING HIM OUT 」

「 ANOTHER PLAYER WANTED TO REVEL IN THE DELIGHT THEY FELT IN WATCHING A TEENAGE GIRL 」

「 ELLIOTT FABRE, INFECTED WITH THE FLU 」

「 VOMIT VIOLENTLY WHILE BEING DRAGGED TO AN ENEMY SPACE STATION IN THE OPENING PAGES OF MOON REACH 」

「 ANOTHER PLAYER FOUND JARDSAM'S ATTEMPTS TO SAVE THE PLANET THROUGH SONG POSITIVELY TICKLING TO HIS STOMACH 」

「 MOCKING THEIR SAVIOUR'S HEROISM 」

「 BUT THE GREATEST, CRUELLEST, MOST DIABOLICAL ACT OF SCHADENFREUDE WAS ENACTED BY THE ONE WHO FOUND HILARITY 」

「 IN THE VERY MOMENT DAN HIBIKI REACHED HIS PEAK 」

「 YES, EVEN HIS MOST VALIANT ACT WAS THE SOURCE OF MIRTH TO THOSE WHO MOCKED HIS PAIN, EVEN AS HE FOUGHT TO SAVE THEIR LIVES 」

「 TRULY, THERE ARE NO WINNERS IN BULLYING 」

「 ONLY VICTIMS AND TRAGEDY 」

- Crowning Moment Of Funny: Multiple ties -

「 TEARJERKER OF THE MONTH 」

「 BUT ISN'T IT FUNNY? 」

「 ALMOST COMICAL REALLY 」

「 THIS PAIN AND MISERY EVIDENTLY SO HILARIOUS TO ALL 」

「 BRINGS NO SMILES WHEN INFLICTED UPON LITTLE GIRLS? 」

「 WHEN SUFFERING BRINGS TEARS OF EMPATHY INSTEAD OF TEARS OF JOY 」

「 THE JOKE IS NO LONGER FUNNY 」

「 AND COMEDY BECOMES A TEAR JERKER 」

「 A DISGUSTING DOUBLE STANDARD IF YOU ASK ME, BUT NOBODY DOES 」

「 THE SADDEST EVENT THIS MONTH WAS WHEN A HOMUNCULUS STITCHED TOGETHER BY AN ATTRACTIVELY MURDEROUS YOUNG LADY 」

「 WAS TEMPORARILY PARALYSED 」

「 LET'S IGNORE THAT A BRAVE MAN'S PROUDEST MOMENT WAS BELITTLED BY ALL 」

「 A SMALL CHILD WAS INCONVENIENCED 」

「 SOMEBODY PLEASE CALL THE WAAAMBULANCE 」

- Tearjerker Of The Month: Cosmina's Paralysis -

「 BEST LINE OF THE MONTH 」

「 OUR NEXT AWARD IS SOMETHING WORTH CELEBRATING 」

「 WITTY ONE LINERS 」

「 SNAPPY COME BACKS 」

「 ACCUSATIONS CONCERNING A PERSON'S MOTHER 」

「 ALL THE WIT AND BANTER OF THE MONTH OF OCTOBER HAVE BEEN CONDENSED TO FOUR STATEMENTS MADE BY FOUR GENTLEMEN 」

「 CROW 」

"As my gramps always said a jammed gun is about as useful as bag of wet mice.”
- Crow in Lucky Seven

「 FALKEN 」

"–How low the Gunslingers have fallen if their sole representative gets a bit teary eyed for a piece of shit criminal? - The Mercenary chuckled for a second. –You make me laugh Cementerio, so I will ask only one more time, where is Tesla? I need to take something from him and you’re on my way." -Falken in Identity Theft

「 MYSELF 」

「 HI, PAPA JOHN'S? CUMBERLAND SAUSAGE AND PINEAPPLE TO DELIVER. 」
- Taylor in Flashmob

「 MASAKO 」

"yOu bItCh! i’M tHe oNe wHo dEaLs tHe pAiN, nOt tHe oNe wHo rEcEivEs it!!!"
- Masako in Osaka Ablaze

「 OH, AND SOMEONE LIKED HUNTSMAN'S ANGRY RANT I GUESS 」

「 NOT THAT I CARE ENOUGH TO TALK ABOUT IT 」

「 THE LESSON HERE KIDS 」

「 IS THAT NO MATTER HOW SMART OR WITTY YOU THINK YOU ARE 」

「 THERE ARE AT LEAST FOUR OTHER PEOPLE SAYING SOMETHING EVEN MORE BRILLIANT AT THAT VERY MOMENT 」

「 AND ONE OF THEM WON'T EVEN GIVE A DAMN 」

- Best Line Of The Month: Multiple Ties -

「 BEST COUPLE 」

「 SPEAKING ABOUT THINGS NOBODY GIVES A DAMN ABOUT, LET'S TALK ABOUT BETTER LOVE STORIES THAN TWILIGHT 」

「 THE STORY OF ALEISTER AND HAGANE CROWN 」

「 THAT'S ABOUT IT 」

「 TWILIGHT IS THE SECOND GREATEST LOVE STORY EVER MADE 」

- Best Couple: Aleister and Hagane Crown -

「 BEST SHIP 」

「 LET'S TALK BOATS 」

「 MANY CULTURES WILL ARRANGE MARRIAGES BETWEEN TWO PARTNERS BY PUTTING THEM ONTO A SMALL BOAT 」

「 THEN, THE PARENTS OF THESE NEWLYWEDS WILL SHOVE THEM OUT TO SEA 」

「 EXPECTING THEM TO FIND THEIR OWN ISLAND TO POPULATE 」

「 THIS TRADITION IS CALLED 'SHIPPING', AND THE PRACTICE CONTINUES TODAY IN JAPANESE CULTURE 」

「 SO THIS CATEGORY WILL BE PROVIDING A NUMBER OF LUCKY COUPLES TICKETS TO ROMANTIC GETAWAYS FOR TWO! 」

「 OWEN SOLELL AND IRENE! 」

「 JARDSAM AND THE SONG OF SUMMER! 」

「 RIN COWBELL AND RIN COWBELL! 」

「 HELWENDE CHASE AND HUNTSMAN 」

「 MOOSHY CROWN THE MOOSHROOM AND FELIX MIYATA THE MELONCAT 」

「 AND FINALLY, MARIKA ARACHNE AND MYSELF 」

Taylor looked into the crowd, winking at his date and blowing her a kiss.

「 WOULD OUR LUCKY COUPLES MEET TONIGHT AT THE HARBOUR AFTER THE SHOW TO COLLECT YOUR PRIZES 」

「 AND REMEMBER 」

「 PLEASE WEAR PROTECTION TONIGHT 」

「 WEAR A LIFEJACKET 」

「 AND NOW, A WORD FROM OUR SPONSORS 」

- Best Ship: Multiple Ties -

「 BEST CHARACTER CREATION GUIDE 」

「 SPEAKING OF PROTECTION 」

「 WE'VE HAD A PERILOUS MONTH THIS OCTOBER 」

「 BUT YOU CAN KEEP YOURSELF SAFE IN THESE TROUBLED WATERS 」

「 WITH THE ANIMEVICE RPG CHARACTER CREATION GUIDE, PROUD SPONSORS OF THE MONTHLY AWARDS CEREMONY 」

「 HAND CRAFTED BY ARGENTINIAN BEARS IN HUMANE CONDITIONS FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT 」

「 REMEMBER! 」

「 ONLY YOU CAN PREVENT BAD CHARACTERS 」

- Best Character Creation Guide: Kuma -

「 BEST STORY 」

「 WELCOME BACK TO WHO'S AWARD IS IT ANYWAY? 」

「 WHERE THE AWARDS ARE MADE UP AND THE VOTES DON'T MATTER 」

「 OUR NEXT EVENT IS ONE CALLED BEST STORY 」

「 AND THIS ELECTION ENDED IN A LANDSLIDE 」

「 WITH FIFTY PERCENT OF OUR VOTERS ALL SHOWING THEIR SUPPORT 」

「 TO MY QUARTER MASTER AND FUTURE ISLAND POPULATION PARTNER 」

「 MARIKA ARACHNE, IN BRING ME HER EYES! 」

「 OH, AND ASHLEA PRIMROSE TOO I GUESS 」

「 BUT I DON'T OWE HER ANY ISLAND BABIES SO SCREW HER 」

- Best Story: Bring Me Her Eyes -

「 BEST LOCATION 」

「 SPEAKING OF LOCATIONS TO SHIP YOURSELF TOO 」

「 SOME PEOPLE LIKE SOME PLACES MORE THAN HERE 」

「 WHICH MAKES SENSE 」

「 THIS IS A BURNED DOWN THEATRE AFTER ALL 」

Taylor sidestepped as a large piece of ceiling crumbled down and smashed through the stage, leaving a large hole in the ground.

「 SO, IF YOU HAD ANY PLANS TO TRAVEL AFTER THIS SHOW AND YOU AREN'T BEING SHIPPED 」

「 SOME OF OUR MORE GLOBETROTTING FRIENDS SENT IN THEIR VOTES FOR THE BEST PLACE ON EARTH 」

「 AND THE BEST LOCATION ON EARTH IS JUJCE, THE LEMON INFESTED VILLAGE OF TURKEY 」

「 A GREAT PLACE FOR NAKED MURDER PARTIES, I'M TOLD 」

Taylor's lip quivered, and he fell back onto the floor, sobbing. "Dammit man I can't do this I can't do this…" He whimpered. "Everyone else got friends to help them… I've got nobody…"

"I'm all alone…" Taylor whispered.

- Best Location: Jujce -

「 BEST NPC 」

Within seconds, Taylor had rolled back up to his feet and was grinning at the audience.

「 JUST KIDDING! 」

「 LET'S TALK ABOUT PEOPLE YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT! 」

「 NON-PLAYER CHARACTERS ARE GENERALLY PEOPLE THAT ARE ONLY USEFUL OR INTERESTING FOR A SINGLE DAY IN THEIR MISERABLE LITTLE LIVES 」

「 OWEN, KUSURI AND INOUE! 」

「 THREE NOBODIES THAT MANAGED TO MAKE THEIR MARK ON PEOPLE YOU ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT 」

「 AND SOON, THEY WILL HAVE FULFILLED THEIR PURPOSE AND WILL FADE ONCE MORE INTO OBSCURITY 」

「 BYE EUAN 」

「 BYE KISSY 」

「 BYE ENUO 」

「 NOBODY CARED ABOUT YOU ANYWAY 」

- Best NPC: Multiple Ties -

「 BEST VILLAIN NPC 」

「 ODDLY ENOUGH 」

「 IT'S THE SHORT-LIVED ENEMIES THAT PEOPLE REMEMBER MORE THAN THEIR PASSING FRIENDS 」

「 AND THE MOST MEMORABLE VILLAIN THIS MONTH WAS AN EVIL LEMON 」

「 I CAN ONLY ASSUME THAT HE WEARS A LAB COAT 」

「 HAS A LONG NOSE 」

「 AND COMMANDS AN ARMY OF SIMPSONS CHARACTERS 」

「 THAT IS THE ONLY EXPLANATION THAT MAKES ANY SENSE TO ME 」

- Best Villain NPC: Lemon Lord and his troupe -

「 BEST WRITER 」

Taylor grinned, pulling a rope and dropping a large wall onto the stage.

「 HAVE TO PRESERVE THE ILLUSION 」 Taylor said with a grin, turning around and looking at a series of computers, connected to the stage via Skype. 「 YOU KNOW HOW IT IS NERDS. CHARACTERS AREN'T ALLOWED TO KNOW ABOUT WHAT GOES ON BEHIND THE SCREENS, AM I RIGHT?' 」

"No Taylor, you're wrong." One of the screens said. "This whole ceremony is non-canon anyway so we can break the fourth wall all you like."

Taylor looked at the screens, confusion turning into revulsion.

「 YOU MEAN… 」

「 I DON'T GET TO REPOPULATE AN ISLAND WITH THAT CRAZY SPIDER GIRL? 」

"If you do, it doesn't count." The voice pointed out, before the computer was launched from the desk by a swing of Taylor's screw.

「 BEST WRITER OF THE MONTH IS LOBOS_DEL_RAYO 」

Taylor stomped over to the wall by the curtains and smashed it down by driving his screw into it.

「 EVERYONE ELSE SUCKS 」

- Best Writer: Lobos -

「 BEST PLAYER 」

Once the wall came down, Taylor stood in front of everyone over again. 「 BEST PLAYER! 」, he shouted angrily.

「 THIS AWARD GOES TO THE CHEATER WITH THE BIGGEST SENSE OF UNFAIR PLAY! 」

「 LIARS AND THIEVES THAT PUT HOTELS DOWN ON MAYFAIR AND SWAP THEIR HANDS WITH THE BANK IN CLUEDO 」

「 THE PLAYER THAT ALWAYS WINS THROUGH THEIR OWN- HEY! 」 Taylor shouted, pointing into the crowd as Altair was running through the aisles, having broken out of his bonds. 「 HEY, GET BACK HERE! YOU…. YOU SON OF A SUBMARINER! 」

Slapping his hand into his face, Taylor was beginning to look visibly tired. This night was not going well.

「 THE BEST PLAYER OF THE MONTH IS JUSTALITTLEGIRL 」

Taylor froze, then smirked, turning to look back at the writer's screens.

「 WE NEED TO TALK AFTER THE SHOW, GIRLYBOY 」

- Best Player: JustALittleGirl -

「 HARDEST MONTH TO AWARD 」

Turning back to the seats, Taylor skipped towards the front of the stage.

「 IT'S GETTING LATE IN THE YEAR, AND WE'RE GOING TO LOOK BACK AT THE OTHER MONTHS THAT HAVE HELD CEREMONIES 」

「 SOME MONTHS HAVE BEEN ACTIVE AND JAM-PACKED WITH EVENTS AND ACTIVITIES 」

「 SOME MONTHS HAVE BEEN BARREN AND DESOLATE 」

「 THIS AWARD GOES OUT TO THE MONTH THAT'S BEEN THE HARDEST TO VOTE FOR 」

Taylor grabbed a calendar and started shaking it, making pages fall out as the glue came loose.

「 AND THE WINNER IS… OCTOBER 」

「 THAT'S… THIS MONTH 」

「 OH… 」

- Hardest Month To Award: October -

「 VICER OF THE MONTH 」

Perking up again, Taylor's happy smile was starting to crack slightly. He just had to hold it together for a few more minutes.

「 OUR FINAL AWARD GOES TO THE BEST VICER OF THE MONTH 」

「 LIKE ANY VICE, A GOOD VICER KNOWS HOW TO HOLD SOMEONE BY THE BALLS AND TO FIRMLY SQUEEZE UNTIL THEY POP 」

「 THEY CAN ALSO HOLD THINGS STILL WHILE YOU SAW THROUGH THEM 」

「 REALLY EASY TO CLEAN TOO 」

「 MINE'S BLUE 」

「 AND OUR TOP VICER THIS MONTH IS… 」

Taylor opens the envelope, and almost burst into tears.

「 ME. 」

「 IT'S ME 」

「 THANK YOU EVERYONE 」

「 THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH 」

「 I'M SO HAPPY, I MIGHT JUST NEED TO BREAK SOMETHING 」

Grinning, Taylor tossed his screw into the air and kicked it into the wall, causing the entire theatre to shake.

「 EXITS CAN BE FOUND HERE, HERE, HERE AND ANYWHERE CONVENIENT HOLES APPEAR IN THE WALLS 」

「 FORM AN ORDERLY CUE AND TRY TO AVOID THE FALLING DEBRIS 」

「 THANKS FOR COMING AND GOODNIGHT! 」

- Vicer Of The Month: SamJaz -

「 A FEW MINUTES LATER... 」

Taylor stood amongst the rubble, grinning.

What a pointless evening. What a terrible excuse to congratulate and judge each other.

He couldn't wait to bring each one of these sick freaks to their knees.

Reaching between the broken rocks, Taylor picked up a broken comb and started walking towards the river, coming his hair and dusting off his jacket.

He had a hot date down at the docks.

Post by taylor (309 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » What would your character do....

「 TAYLOR DOES THAT EVERY DAY 」

「 WHAT WOULD YOUR CHARACTER DO IF EVERYTHING THEY DID RESULTED IN FAILURE? 」

Post by taylor (309 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » 「 FLASHMOB OOC 」

「 IT'S STARTED! 」

「 IF YOU'RE PLAYING, YOU GOT A FACE! 」

Post by taylor (309 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » 「 FLASHMOB RP 」

Following the slaughter on the underground, one of the first to spring into action was Altair the assassin. Gale, an Eleven he had recruited from within Taylor's ranks, had proved to be a vital source of information. She had been a close confidante of the liar's, and though it was difficult to shift between the lies and the trustworthy information, Altair had begun to develop a profile of the failure.

Stood on the ceiling, Altair held the Turntables of Time and looked down at the scale replica of the city of London, green lights flowing through the cracks like water. It would be London. At the moment, there was nothing to tie Taylor to this crime, though a couple of terror cells in China and the middle east had claimed responsibility for the attack. But no.

Taylor craved attention. And now, with the eyes of the world looking on this city, Taylor would take the spotlight. He'd been planning something big ever since his attempt to take the Crown Jewels back in January.

But where?

And when?

Using the eyes of chaos, Altair sought answers to those questions.

There.

That was it.

Altair saw the attack. Rush hour, five in the afternoon. Children coming from school, commuters coming from school, tourists gripping their wallets and guidebooks tightly. A hundred of these people would raise their blades and stab the individual to their left, then their right, drop their weapons and join the stampede.

One of them would be Taylor.

They could stop this.

Stepping off the ceiling, Altair seemed to float in the air before landing gently on the tiny model of the houses of parliament.

He applied pressure, and the government building was crushed under his foot.

A childish gesture, but it made him feel better about what he was about to do for that government.

FRIDAY, 10th OCTOBER 2014

All of the Elevens were gathered in the busy streets of Oxford Street. Rider and Summer were playing the part of a newlywed couple on their honeymoon, Bryony and Titch schoolgirls on their way home. Doc and Spring were two office workers headed for a night out while Ember, Brighteyes and Bloodant had already started theirs. Autumn and Gale were manning the fort for obvious reasons- Winter was still on assignment in London, and was keeping key individuals away from the situation the best he could.

—=-=—

"Wow." Jotaro Redpathsaid as he walked into Snow's apartment. "Nice place."

"Thanks." Snow said, tossing his keys onto the kitchen work surface. "Grab a seat wherever, I'll get the books and dice."

Moore Cowbell groaned, leaning onto Emily's shoulder. Dungeons and Dragons. A video game without the video part. That was almost a board game.

Torture.

Hopefully there'd be an esper ambush or something so he could sneak out of this and do something moore interesting.

Haha, see what he did there?

Uuuuugh. Boredom puns already.

—=-=—

Ten assassins prowled the crowd, looking completely like everyone else as they sharped their senses to scout out the enemy. A glint of aggression, a spark of madness, a buzz of one phone too many, any subtle clue that the attack was imminent, and the Elevens would attack- disabling who they could and hunting down those with blood on their hands.

Any second.

Chaos would reign. Any moment. All Altair had to do was look for the signs.

A glint of steel.

An umbrella being twirled.

A text received.

A laugh, and showing it to a friend. Just a snapchat.

A tense heartbeat.

An engagement ring in hand, fresh from the jewellers.

A sinister smile.

Taylor.

Altair achieved the impossible- he recognised him in an instant.

No time for subtlety. The liar had a screw in his right hand and a phone in his left.

Thumb hovering over the 'Send' trigger.

No time to lose, Altair weaved through the crowd, ducking and sidestepping, pushing people out of the way to get to him quickly, whistling the sound of a hawk to attract the attention of the other Elevens-

Just as a silenced gunshot, muffled by the hustle and bustle of the crowd, pierced his right leg, just above his knee. The assassin blinded himself to the crowd, focusing solely on the enemy before him, a mistake that could cost Altair his life. Strength gone, Altair stumbled, recovering just as a steel boot slammed into the back of his left knee, crushing his other leg and sending him to the ground.

He caught himself on his hands as the signal was sent, and a hundred knives slit a hundred throats, only seven blades prevented from reaching their target. The trained assassins were quicker than Taylor's boys, however, and once the second volley of cuts was over, thirty of Taylor's followers had met their deaths.

Rider was the first to charge over bodies as the stampede began, running towards Altair who stabbed the bellies of the goons beside him and launched a rope to a nearby rooftop, only for Taylor to stomp onto his hand and drive a screw into Altair's shoulder. Rider shouted, leaping to assist his teacher and liberator only to be tackled mid-air by a large, muscular woman. Reacting quickly, she'd been stabbed five times in the torso before they landed.

But Taylor and Altair were gone.

"Dammit…" Rider swore, getting to his feet and watching his teammates pursue the Taylorists. They'd been had. This was a trap to lure out Altair -

No. Taylor has to fail. Taylor always fails in his goals. Was Altair just the consolation prize?

It doesn't matter. "We're taking prisoners." He said into the communicator for home base to relay to the rest of the Elevens. "Taylor's got Altair and we need to know where."

「 =) 」

Ashley Jagger, headed to work from school, tucked himself against the wall as three men and a woman ran past him, chased by a woman in a very bad mood. One of them tossed a brick into a shop window-

Through Wild Hunt's shop window.

Those kids were dead.

Ashley would give some sketches to his employer later. For now, he headed into the office to see who was around.

「 =) 」

"Dammit." Officer Williams told his partner, throwing the phone into the footrest as black goop started to crawl up his skin and police uniform. "Got a mass murder on Oxford street, knife slashers again."

Once his entire body was covered, Darren Williams stepped out of the moving squad car.

It was time for the Brunswick Baton to take to the rooftops.

「 =) 」

A bag was pulled from Altair's head. It was dark, dingy, and he had a large screw impaled through his shoulder. He couldn't summon his blades, and his legs were still broken.

He was tied to a chair with metal wire, Taylor's foot between his legs as the liar leaned in close, grinning at the assassin.

「 HOW'S MY GIRL, ALTAIR? 」

"Looking after her nicely." Altair replied. "Murder suits her well."

Taylor giggled, kicking the chair to the ground.

「 I'D LOVE TO STAY AND CHAT, MISTER ASSASSIN. 」

「 BUT I'VE GOT A CITY TO RUIN. 」

Walking away from the horizontal Altair, he opened a door and looked back in on the room with an enthusiastic smile.

「 PLAY NICE YOU TWO. 」

With that, Taylor slammed the metal door behind him, and Altair looked to his left, looking at the woman who was nailed to a chair by the thighs and the shoulders- four screws total. She was roughly five months pregnant, dressed in her pyjamas, and her orange hair was unkempt and covered in sweat, but her sharp blue eyes were focused on Altair with one emotion.

Rage.

Even in these circumstances, Hagane Crown could recognise the man that killed her sister, despite this being the first time she had ever met him.

He was going to die today.

Taylor was going to die today.

The second she fought her way through these restraints, heads would fly.

「 =) 」

The streets of London were going wild as the stampede and the killers began to disperse, hidden again in anonymity.

Or so it would seem.

Certain individuals in the city, however, began receiving texts to their phones, bearing the names and faces of nearby Taylorists.

Someone was leading a counter attack.

But who?

「 =) 」

Taylor chuckled, playing with his phone and lifting it to his ear as he made a call.

「 HI, PAPA JOHNS? 」

「 CUMBERLAND SAUSAGE AND PINEAPPLE TO DELIVER. 」

Post by taylor (309 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » 「 FLASHMOB OOC 」

London- October- 2014- The Underground

Another busy monday morning on the Tube, and the train was filled to capacity. There were well over a thousand people across the eight carriages, and those unlucky few that were left behind on the platform would have to wait another two to three minutes for the next high-speed sardine can to whisk them away to their destination.

One passenger sympathised with those that cursed their luck, and he smiled.

Today was a good day to be unlucky.

The doors closed and the air became a little bit tighter. The train smoothly came to life, pulling away from the bright white lights of the station and into the darkness of the tunnels.

The carriage shook, and nobody made eye contact as everyone was bumping into each other while holding onto something for support. The smiling young man pulled out his phone and sent a text, before pocketing the device.

The new Wifi network on the Underground was an amazing thing.

A few dozen phones in the carriage beeped, and the sender of the text tugged at his scarf, looking up at the camera as he lifted it over his nose as he drew a kitchen knife from his pocket.

「 HI 」

He slashed it through the throat of the woman opposite him, spraying blood and killing her before she could scream. By the time somebody had screamed, the knife murderer had slashed through the necks of seven people who were pressed against him, now slumping against the other passengers.

The first scream came from the other end of the carriage, and was silenced by another knife-wielding killer. In fact, twelve of the passengers of the carriage had covered themselves in these mask-like scarves and were hacking their way through the rest of the passengers around them.

When the train pulled into the station, all twelve of them had lowered their bloodstained face wraps and had hidden their deadly weapons. The man in the mask squatted next to the one survivor, put his fingers to his smiling lips and pressed his knife into her hands.

A terrified girl, no older than seventeen.

The doors opened, and he stood up, smiling before his face turned into terror, joining the mad dash as the thirteen killers ran for the door, pushing past the confused and rushing commuters with a scream.

They were joined by thirteen other panic-stricken commuters from each carriage. One hundred and four killers in total, each playing the part of the terrified survivor.

Pushing past everyone, all hundred and four ran- some vaulting over the ticket stalls, some climbing over the fences, none of them were staying in here.

Sat on the train amongst the corpses, soaked in their blood, clutching the murder weapon while sobbing hysterically, Adalind Winters of the Seamstress Guild broke down.

in the city, as the fleeing mob dispersed, the ringleader entered an alleyway, tearing his coat from his back and tossing it into a nearby wheelie bin.

He laughed, taking up two drills in his hand.

「 THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN 」

「 RULES 」

「 WHO'S PLAYING? 」

「 YOU CAN PLAY IN ANY CITY OF YOUR CHOICE 」

「 BUT THE MEAT OF THE ACTION WILL BE HERE IN LONDON 」

「 THERE WON'T BE A POST ORDER, AND ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN AT ANY TIME 」

「 IF SOMEONE GETS A PHONE CALL, RUN 」

「 ALL TELEPATHS HAVE THEIR ABILITIES BLOCKED 」

「 ANY ATTEMPTS OF MIND READING WILL BE MET WITH MY SMILING FACE 」

「 AND I WILL KNOW WHERE THEY ARE AND WHAT THEY ARE DOING 」

「 YOU CAN'T HEAL THE VICTIMS EITHER 」

「 TRY NOT TO JOIN THEM 」

「 ANY QUESTIONS BEFORE WE START? 」

Post by taylor (309 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » Faul Johann -RP

Whistling from behind the team, Lukas approached the team. "Who's the stiff?" He asked, looking at the frozen Taylor.

Post by taylor (309 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » Faul Johann -RP

@ChronoWolf: @Eleventh: @Vapovile: @Fehafare: @SamJaz:

As Sid, Paula and Arthur landed, the agent waved at the three of them, but lowered his hand when Arthur stopped Paula from approaching him.

「 I'M LUKAS. 」

The man grinned as a large screw appeared in his hand.

「 AND I'M ALL RIGHT 」

Post by taylor (309 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » What would your character do....

[ TAYLOR WOULD BE CONFIDENT AND OUTSPOKEN AND BE TOTALLY DESIRABLE ]

[ WHAT WOULD YOUR CHARACTER DO IF THEY HAD THE CHANCE TO GO ON A DATE WITH ME? ]

Post by taylor (309 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » [ CROWNS JEWELS RP ]

@Fehafare: @SamJaz:

That evening, the prosecutor entered the dark theatre, seeing Taylor sat in a golden chair, playing with an old pair of cards.

[ MARVELLOUS PERFORMANCE ]

The prosecutor, Chloe, giggled, walking over to Taylor and taking the cup of chocolate from his hand and starting to drink. "You think he'll miss it?" She asked, looking around the theatre as Taylor wiped the smear of chocolate from his lips.

[ A NAIL IN THE COFFIN, SO TO SPEAK ]

He rose from his chair and stepped off the stage. Chloe noticed the engraving of -Crown- in the back of the gold-gilded seat.

Walking down the aisle to the exit of the theatre, Taylor smirked.

As he opened the door to the dark streets of London, Chloe unzipped her red jacket and placed it over Taylor's shoulders.

"Wouldn't want you to get cold." She told him with a smile, latching onto his arm and leaning on him as they walked away from the theatre where Aleister Crown once worked.

As they entered the throng of the street, there was a terrific explosion, flames and broken glass engulfing the street behind the pair as smoke rose into the sky.

People screamed.

People cried.

People called the emergency services.

Taylor called it a job well done.

[=ED=]

Post by taylor (309 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » [ CROWNS JEWELS RP ]

@SamJaz: @Fehafare:

[ I'LL BE OFF THEN ]

Taylor smirked, slipping out of his handcuffs and walking towards the door.

"B-but HOW?!" The judge shouted, spitting. "WHY?!"

[ ASK CROWN ]

Taylor smirked, walking backwards with his hands outstretched.

[ I GAVE HIM FIVE MINUTES OF TRUTH TO ASK ANY QUESTION HE LIKED ]

He then took a bow, and turned, walking out of the door a free man.

Post by taylor (309 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » [ CROWNS JEWELS RP ]

@Fehafare:

"Not even a why?" Taylor asked, surprised. "Wow. You're cold. You really, really are cold, mister Crown."

"Alright, up you both get." The guard announced, as four men came in to escort the two defendants. "They've reached a verdict."

"That was quick." Another guard, the one watching the prisoners, commented.

"Surprised it took them this long." Another guard laughed. "Apparently there was a line for the loo."

Post by taylor (309 posts) See mini bio Level 11

RPG » [ CROWNS JEWELS RP ]

@Fehafare:

"Go on, it's eating you, isn't it?" Taylor asked. "How I got that prosecutor? Where that vault came from? How I got your number? How did I know when you'd be in Egypt? How'd I know to call when your butler would be distracted by mister read and poor, poor Clare? Where I put the bomb?"

"Go ahead. Just ask." Taylor said with a grin. "I promise I won't lie."

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@Fehafare:

Taylor hummed merrily all the way down to the cells. Once inside, he looked across the hall to see Aleister. The cells were power-locked. Neither would be able to use their abilities while they remained in their handcuffs and cells.

"Go on then." Taylor said to Aleister. "Ask me. Ask me how I did it."

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@Fehafare:

"Mister Schmitt." The prosecutor asked. "Did you or did you now attempt to steal the crown jewels on the third of January of this year?"

[ I REFUSE TO TESTIFY ]

"Did you or did you not conspire with Aleister Crown to accomplish this heist?"

[ I REFUSE TO TESTIFY ]

"Did you call the Crown household in order to frame Aleister in this act?"

[ I REFUSE TO TESTIFYYYYYYYYYYYYY~ ]

The prosecutor frowned. "Mister Schmitt!" She shouted, slamming both hands on the witness bench, her face inches from Taylors. "Refusing to testify in this situation is tantamount to a confession. Not that we need one at this point, because your guilt is clear. Was Aleister Crown involved in this robbery of yours or not?"

Taylor leaned forward, kissing the prosecutor on the lips. She stood there, stock still, before stepping backwards, hand touching her mouth.

[ YOU'RE SO CUTE WHEN YOU'RE FRUSTRATED ]

"N-no further questions your honour." The prosecutor snapped, taking her seat and leaning her bright red face against the table, covering it with her hands.

Hitomi squeezed. That just happened.

Post by taylor (309 posts) See mini bio Level 11

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@Fehafare:

Taylor took the stand, hand handcuffed and smiling slightly under a confident scowl.

"Please state your name and profession for the record." The prosecution asked Taylor.

[ SHINJI IKARI, EVANGELION PILOT ]

BANG

"Mister Schmitt!" The judge shouted. "The court will not accept your childish games or lies!"

He smiled, swaggering slightly before leaning into the microphone.

"No further testimony your honour." Taylor said.

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@Fehafare: Taylor put his handcuffed hands above his head.

[ THERE'S A BOMB IN THE BUILDING ]

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@Fehafare:

[ GUILTY ]

The prosecution shook her head. "Predictable your honour." She said. "One of these men is a compulsive liar, and the other a hopeless sadist. If it pleases you, I'd like to cross examine my first witness, Aleister Crown."

"Affirmed." The judge nodded. "You may proceed. Mister Crown, Miss Nakamura, please move into the witness stand."

[ HOW COME I DON'T GET A FANGIRL TO HOLD MY HAND? }

BANG

"The accused with remain silent unless spoken to." The judge ordered.

Post by taylor (309 posts) See mini bio Level 11

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@Fehafare:

Taylor smirked as he was walked towards the courtroom alongside Crown, who now had Darren escorting him.

[ I HEARD WHAT HAPPENED ]

[ I'M SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS ]

Taylor breathed deeply, recalling a memory from Hellscraper and causing the image to appear on the floor ahead of them.

[ SHE WAS A GREAT LAY ]

Taylor added, stepping over the naked woman posing in the oil beneath their feet.

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