Open RP The Bait

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Ira

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Fifteen men.

Honestly, Anna thought it was too little.


«слишком мало»

Anna had told Mary.

«Извините! я не понимаю по-русски»

Mary had replied.

The cheeky woman.

But thinking logically, fifteen might even be too many.

But it wasn’t Anna’s place to argue.

So she geared up and gave orders to fifteen of the most violent, uncontrollable newbies from the Militia, then stripped them of their insignias and formally fired them. She wouldn't be leading them, nor would she accompany them. They knew what this meant. But Anna, in her own twisted way, had a single, chilling parting phrase to former members.

“Remember. No Russian.”



BREAKING NEWS! VIOLENCE IN THE STREET!


“Pandemonium!!"

Camera centers on the beet red face of Jimmy Jonnes. He's standing and pointing frantically at a large screen. Camera briefly looks at the screen, scenes of fires being started, bricks being thrown through windows, high end shops being vandalized as passerbys take advantage of the situation and do a little looting. The scene is relatively small and contained, but the camera pans back to Jimmy before the small scale can be easily understood.

"Look at this! Look at these mobsters! Hooligans! Gangbangers!"

The camera quickly pans to the screen once more, showing two of the rioters armed with knuckledusters and molotovs. They throw their firebombs into the storefront of a bakery as the owner runs away down the street. As quickly as it showed the scene, the camera pans back to Jimmy.

"Unbelievable! Unacceptable! Where are the police?! Where is law enforcement?! Half of this district is owned by respectable businessman James Fielding!! Is there no one to protect him and his community?!"

The camera pans back, the rioting continues alongside Jimmy's ranting. This is good content, and his drones being in the area will allow him to film the entire scene live. He could not have been more thankful for the anonymous tip. With this kind of rampant, senseless violence, his ratings were sure to skyrocket. Jimmy shouted once more, a phrase he'd likely shout many times before the evening waned into night.

"And where are the so-called vigilantes supposedly protecting our fair city?! Where?!"





OOC: Event thread, wait for Stitches the Mod to post before joining. 15 unmarked individuals are causing mayhem in downtown. They're armed with melee weapons exclusively, no guns. They're not harming anyone yet but they are causing major property damage and creating an actively dangerous zone by starting fires. Metas are encouraged to take them down. Feel free to RP out your interactions with the NPCs as you would like or DM me on discord if you'd like me to run your opps.
 

Hematite and Pearl had just been saying their goodbyes. There had been no reason for them to suspect anything would happen, and especially not so fast. When the men showed up and started breaking windows and starting fires, they had been almost halfway down the block from the Diamond. Hematite had pulled them quickly into an alley, placing Pearl behind him. The small, blonde woman had just been visiting and had left late from the Christmas party after healing Onyx. She was supposed to leave the day before, but her plane had been canceled due to weather conditions where she was headed up north.

The noise coming from the street wasn’t reassuring. Hematite looked over at Pearl. She had been one of the first and most devoted Slate members, an early join from before Hematite had ever been on Obsidian’s radar. There was a nervousness to her that wasn’t quite fear, but wasn’t far off from it. He had to do something. There had to be a way to get her to her car and out of here. As he peered out from behind the corner, a soft sigh came from his parted lips.

“Alright Pearl, you stay here. I’m going to go take care of this.”

“Hematite, you can’t be serious. Just because you can turn to steel doesn’t mean you can take all of them on.” She nervously clung to his arm, trying to keep him from getting up and moving.

Very gently, he unwrapped her hands from him and held them for a moment, a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest. “Don’t you worry about anything. You just stay here. I promise, everything will be fine.

With that, he spun up to his feet and stepped out into the street. It was chaos. Buildings were catching fire, broken glass was everywhere, and a few of the men were cornering civilians. As much as Slate was a terrorist organization, they didn’t hurt civilians. They didn’t have to. And this street, this street was the heart of Slate’s territory in Pittsburgh. It wouldn’t do to have these idiots running around breaking everything.

As he stepped onto the street, he let the steel climb up and across his skin. He would have preferred his bat, but maybe he could lift something off one of these fuckers. He cracked his neck, then his fists, as he stopped in the middle of the road. He looked to the closest man, who was starting to turn toward him.

“Alright then. Let’s do this, yeah? I kick the shit out of you and your friends, and you leave and don’t ever come back.”
 
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