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Entry tags:
- *event,
- *open,
- alana bloom | n/a,
- calvin | stupendous man,
- frank castle | the punisher,
- gilbert nightray | n/a,
- jack bauer | man of the hour,
- karen starr | power girl,
- mordin solus | the professor,
- n/a | archer,
- norman osborn | the green goblin,
- renee montoya | n/a,
- scathach | the shadow,
- sharon rainsworth | n/a,
- yako katsuragi | miss detective
EARTH 24*(&A$%7HGKPOI
WHO: All transdimensional imPorts.
WHERE: The town of Capers.
WHEN: October 29th, dawn until noon.
WARNINGS: Definitely violence, but alert me if something else evolves and I can update this.
SUMMARY: After spending a few days in the town of Capers, Metamen move to strike against all targeted imPorts in a big dusty showdown.
FORMAT: As you please!
It looked like pearls had scarred the sky, when dawn broke. The crisp air cut through the easing night before the sun had its chance to bake the earth again; another day in the bold, bright west. If you are [1] mulling about, between bars or inns, if you're finding your way home from a bitter experience from the south or if you're dancing out of a fiendishly fun hall, you'll be the first to encounter your metaman. You might make eye contact, they might be stalking your shadow -- however it plays out, flip a coin to determine who shoots first. If it's heads, it's you. If it's tails, then you're on the defense.
If you're [2] sleeping like a healthy individuals, you'll be roused by a sound in your room. Your metaman has hunted your down and snuck into your living quarters -- it's vital that you draw the battle outside, into the open. Flip a coin -- if it's heads, then you're bound to injure at least one NPC in your struggle. If it's tails, then you lure out the metaman without grievous commotion.
Once you've established the attack, that's when you plan your showdown. You can fight with others in duos or groups. As long as your metaman CAN fight, they WILL follow you, even into other characters's battles. You can finish your fight and help out other imPorts, too. You can kill your metaman, or you can capture them -- if the latter happens, you won't get much out of them aside from the knowledge that Vulcanus knew the imPorts would be here, and they had assigned metaman agents to eliminate troublesome imPorts.
You might question this. It isn't Vulcanus's style, to pull such blatant punches -- even if natives and Vulcanus agents eat up that kind of "us versus them" rhetoric. But the metamen won't know the bigger picture, they're only pawns upon a board.
The locals of Capers can die. But do you really want them to?
Feel free to choose from these adventure prompts, which can happen at the start of your showdown, or after the showdown has begun:
[A]
Your metaman has caught you in the westward district. They've lured you into an abandoned dance hall, and they're attacking you from the audience. Wood splinters, glass shatters -- and you've got an entire showroom to stage your battle. Dressing rooms house backstage, the rudimentary catwalk looms above. Careful about the curtain call!
[B]
Having drawn you out eastward, your metaman thinks it's a good idea to go about attacking Town Hall. THAT'S WHERE MAYOR EISNER IS! Your metaman probably thinks you'll run through these hallowed wooden halls trying to save innocents from a gruesome death. Then again, Eisner did dictate your entire life based on a color choice...
[C]
Welcome to the darkened stables and pens that the corrals hold -- grunting dinosaurs snarl and hiss in the bleary dawn. You know your metamen is lurking here, hiding, waiting for you to drop your guard. You saw them come this way. Maybe they're thinking of using the barricades dinosaurs against you? This is the southward district, and not all of the captive dinos are herbivores.
[D]
Hey! You're northward! This is like the easiest, safest district to work in, whatever was your metaman thinking? There's like no way to break your game down and out and-- OH MY GOD YOU'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A MINOR METEORITE SHOWER THAT SEEMS TO ONLY BE AFFECTING THIS ONE BRANCH OF TOWN! The medical center just EXPLODED in a million splinters. Now you have to fight as meteorites rain down upon you in an orangeglow of burnished, lethal glory.
[E]
Well shit. You just brought your battle into a velociraptor nest. There are about TWENTY of these ravenous jerks, ranging from juveniles to fully equipped adults.
[F]
Player's unique choice!
IF YOU REJECTED YOUR CAPERS ROLE THEN
You're going to have local Capers lawmen up in arms with your metaman. Chances are, the latter has convinced the good people of Capers that you're a menace to society! A menace! They came with metal shackles! And they're riding angry dinosaurs!
IF YOU HAD A SERVICE ROLE which includes saloon worker, dino express rider, bartender, cowherd, merchant, mineral miner, railroad engineer, dance hall performer THEN
You flip a coin. If heads, then a fleet of stegosaurus infants will stampede between you and your metaman. If tails, then those infants will lead an ADULT stegosaurus right at you! And she is PISSED OFF.
IF YOU HAD AN AUTHORITY ROLE which includes deputy sheriff, gaoler, us marshall, pinkerton agent, railroad baron/ess, army scout, schoolmarm, hanging judge, town doctor, town barber THEN
You flip a coin. If heads, then a group of compsognathus will mistake your face for a lizard lunch, and try to consume it. If tails, then you will magnificently leap upon the backs of that compsognathus groups and hilariously ride to victory against your nemesis metaman.
IF YOU HAD AN INDEPENDENT ROLE which includes gambler, cowboy/girl, farmer, prospector, hired gun/mercenary, pioneer, snakeoil salesman, homesteader, town drunk, bounty hunter, drifter THEN
Flips a coin. If heads, then that roar you hear in the distance? It's a hungry tyrannosaurus rex headed in your direction. If tails, then it's TWO hungry tyrannosaurs rex adults, and they're battling each other over who gets to eat you.
Take heed, imPort: this battle has the spinal cord outlined, but you're free to flesh out any conflicts more to your liking. Once the high noon sun burns onto the ground, you'll be ported back into the City -- along with any (sizable) dinosaur that might hitch a ride.
WHERE: The town of Capers.
WHEN: October 29th, dawn until noon.
WARNINGS: Definitely violence, but alert me if something else evolves and I can update this.
SUMMARY: After spending a few days in the town of Capers, Metamen move to strike against all targeted imPorts in a big dusty showdown.
FORMAT: As you please!
It looked like pearls had scarred the sky, when dawn broke. The crisp air cut through the easing night before the sun had its chance to bake the earth again; another day in the bold, bright west. If you are [1] mulling about, between bars or inns, if you're finding your way home from a bitter experience from the south or if you're dancing out of a fiendishly fun hall, you'll be the first to encounter your metaman. You might make eye contact, they might be stalking your shadow -- however it plays out, flip a coin to determine who shoots first. If it's heads, it's you. If it's tails, then you're on the defense.
If you're [2] sleeping like a healthy individuals, you'll be roused by a sound in your room. Your metaman has hunted your down and snuck into your living quarters -- it's vital that you draw the battle outside, into the open. Flip a coin -- if it's heads, then you're bound to injure at least one NPC in your struggle. If it's tails, then you lure out the metaman without grievous commotion.
Once you've established the attack, that's when you plan your showdown. You can fight with others in duos or groups. As long as your metaman CAN fight, they WILL follow you, even into other characters's battles. You can finish your fight and help out other imPorts, too. You can kill your metaman, or you can capture them -- if the latter happens, you won't get much out of them aside from the knowledge that Vulcanus knew the imPorts would be here, and they had assigned metaman agents to eliminate troublesome imPorts.
You might question this. It isn't Vulcanus's style, to pull such blatant punches -- even if natives and Vulcanus agents eat up that kind of "us versus them" rhetoric. But the metamen won't know the bigger picture, they're only pawns upon a board.
The locals of Capers can die. But do you really want them to?
Feel free to choose from these adventure prompts, which can happen at the start of your showdown, or after the showdown has begun:
[A]
Your metaman has caught you in the westward district. They've lured you into an abandoned dance hall, and they're attacking you from the audience. Wood splinters, glass shatters -- and you've got an entire showroom to stage your battle. Dressing rooms house backstage, the rudimentary catwalk looms above. Careful about the curtain call!
[B]
Having drawn you out eastward, your metaman thinks it's a good idea to go about attacking Town Hall. THAT'S WHERE MAYOR EISNER IS! Your metaman probably thinks you'll run through these hallowed wooden halls trying to save innocents from a gruesome death. Then again, Eisner did dictate your entire life based on a color choice...
[C]
Welcome to the darkened stables and pens that the corrals hold -- grunting dinosaurs snarl and hiss in the bleary dawn. You know your metamen is lurking here, hiding, waiting for you to drop your guard. You saw them come this way. Maybe they're thinking of using the barricades dinosaurs against you? This is the southward district, and not all of the captive dinos are herbivores.
[D]
Hey! You're northward! This is like the easiest, safest district to work in, whatever was your metaman thinking? There's like no way to break your game down and out and-- OH MY GOD YOU'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A MINOR METEORITE SHOWER THAT SEEMS TO ONLY BE AFFECTING THIS ONE BRANCH OF TOWN! The medical center just EXPLODED in a million splinters. Now you have to fight as meteorites rain down upon you in an orangeglow of burnished, lethal glory.
[E]
Well shit. You just brought your battle into a velociraptor nest. There are about TWENTY of these ravenous jerks, ranging from juveniles to fully equipped adults.
[F]
Player's unique choice!
IF YOU REJECTED YOUR CAPERS ROLE THEN
You're going to have local Capers lawmen up in arms with your metaman. Chances are, the latter has convinced the good people of Capers that you're a menace to society! A menace! They came with metal shackles! And they're riding angry dinosaurs!
IF YOU HAD A SERVICE ROLE which includes saloon worker, dino express rider, bartender, cowherd, merchant, mineral miner, railroad engineer, dance hall performer THEN
You flip a coin. If heads, then a fleet of stegosaurus infants will stampede between you and your metaman. If tails, then those infants will lead an ADULT stegosaurus right at you! And she is PISSED OFF.
IF YOU HAD AN AUTHORITY ROLE which includes deputy sheriff, gaoler, us marshall, pinkerton agent, railroad baron/ess, army scout, schoolmarm, hanging judge, town doctor, town barber THEN
You flip a coin. If heads, then a group of compsognathus will mistake your face for a lizard lunch, and try to consume it. If tails, then you will magnificently leap upon the backs of that compsognathus groups and hilariously ride to victory against your nemesis metaman.
IF YOU HAD AN INDEPENDENT ROLE which includes gambler, cowboy/girl, farmer, prospector, hired gun/mercenary, pioneer, snakeoil salesman, homesteader, town drunk, bounty hunter, drifter THEN
Flips a coin. If heads, then that roar you hear in the distance? It's a hungry tyrannosaurus rex headed in your direction. If tails, then it's TWO hungry tyrannosaurs rex adults, and they're battling each other over who gets to eat you.
Take heed, imPort: this battle has the spinal cord outlined, but you're free to flesh out any conflicts more to your liking. Once the high noon sun burns onto the ground, you'll be ported back into the City -- along with any (sizable) dinosaur that might hitch a ride.
F- Southward Street [OPEN, not really a fight]
Jack kept the dinosaur’s pace slow as he headed further into town, alert for any sign of information. Until he really knew what was happening, he would move cautiously. He pulled up on the reins and brought his animal to a halt as a gaggle of juvenile stegosaurs ran in front of him, raising a cloud of dust in their completely-justified panic to get the hell away from Capers. The herbivores thundered on, little tails wagging behind them, a collection of grey and green and brown. Then the wind blew, the dust parted for a moment, and Jack’s eyes narrowed.
There was a man on the other side of the stampede. A man on a dinosaur. Jack had seen him before, around town. More than once, he had gotten the sense that he was watching him. He was much younger than Jack, lanky, with a large nose, black hair, and glasses that did not belong in this time period. Every time Jack had tried to get closer to him, he had slipped away. Now he was just out in the open, face hidden beneath a black hat, sitting atop a brick-red carnivorous dinosaur a good meter longer than Jack’s own.
Their eyes met, through the dust of the stampede. Jack was gratified to see fear in the other man’s gaze. There was no fear in the other dinosaur, though. The last of the stampede passed by, one last bitty stegosaurus huffing and puffing as it waddled its best to catch up with the others. The other man’s dinosaur opened its mouth wide, saliva dripping from serrated fangs, and snarled as it tensed its legs for a killing lunge.
Jack moved first. His hand dropped to his holster, drew his revolver, cocked and aimed and fired all in one motion. Smoke spurted from the barrel, mixing with the dust of the stampede. Dark red blood flew from an artery in the other dinosaur’s neck. It bellowed and fell over dead with a heavy thump, spilling its rider onto the hard ground.
Jack’s mount edged forward, hissing, sensing meat. He cocked the revolver for another shot and started to aim, but then the Metaman sat up and sang at him:
We're not scaremongering,
This is really happening, happening-
It was terrible singing. More importantly, it was like being hit by a gale. Sonic force hammered Jack straight out of the saddle as his Deinonychus cried out in pain and shock. Jack landed hard on the ground, gritting his teeth, ears ringing. He has superpowers, he thought. He must be with Vulcanus.
Jack scrambled to his feet, gun still in hand. His raptor fled past him, deserting its master and following after the stegosaurs in search of a meal, a place with less superhuman drama, or both. The Meta was still rising, his knees shaking, when Jack pointed the gun at him. It was an easy shot, an easy kill.
Jack hesitated. There was a time when he would have gunned down this terrorist in a moment, but things had a way of changing in the City. He’s terrified of me, he thought. He’s just a kid, he must be in his early twenties. I don’t need to do this.
The other man stared down the barrel of the gun and tried to sing, tried to form words, but all that came out was a frightened stutter. Jack spoke to him. His own words sounded distorted and faint in his ears after the sonic attack, but they came out clearly.
“What’s your name?”
“J-Jackson. John Jackson.” The kid swallowed. His glasses had been knocked crooked in the fall, and he straightened them. “I’m the most powerful Metaman, you know. You should give up now, Bauer.”
Jack smirked. “I’m sure.” He stepped forward. John stepped back.
Terrified and a liar. I can take this one alive.
[ooc: Jack’s going to try to talk Jackson down through sheer intimidation. Any help from other characters would be great!]
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Scathach isn't really one to run from a fight, but it isn't hard to figure out that this is a massive attack on all of the imports that have been brought to this world. So she skirts around the edges of the town, staying in the shadows, eyes peeled for sight of anyone who might need help. She feels that she's better equipped to deal with metamen than most other imports.
The stampede is annoying, but once it clears she catches Jack's scent on the wind and immediately darts over to where he is, sure to stay hidden from the man facing him, eventually ducking behind a barrel nearby. He doesn't seem incredibly threatening, but there's no telling.
Her voice is just a whisper whens he speaks, and she hopes Jack can hear her.
"Jack!"
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"You've got no chance against me. I know all about you. You don't even have any real superpowers!" Jackson's voice is nasal and grating. For someone so sure of himself, he's awfully reluctant to truly commit himself to the fight.
Jack snorts. "If you know me, you know what I've done. You know what I'm capable of. Maybe you think you know how many people I've killed, though I doubt it." He extends his arm, levels the gun, aims right between John's eyes and lets him see where the bullet is going to go. "The Skrulls didn't kill me, the plague didn't kill me. You're not going to kill me."
Vulcanus' artificial hero gulps. "I'm stronger than them. I'm stronger than you!" His fists ball impotently at his sides. Jack senses that he's going to work up the courage to attack soon, out of pride if nothing else. "You're just trying to intimidate me!"
Jack sets his jaw. "No, John. I'm trying to save your life."
If John does attack, he'll trust Scathach to intervene. He just hopes the Shadow doesn't kill him. This kid is annoying, but as far as Jack's concerned he doesn't deserve to die unless he really makes it necessary.
Jack is tired of being a killer.
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But judging from the indecision in his voice, he just might be.
Scatty closes her eyes so she can listen to John's movements. If he rushes, she won't be able to see him coming, she'll have to hear him. Her hand is at her waist, fingers hovering above the hilt of a knife that her "employers" were kind enough to give her.
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Jack has dealt with enough liars to know what this is. His finger tightens around the trigger, but again he hesitates. "John, don't-"
The Metaman sings.
Mobiles working
Mobiles chirping
Take the money and run
The sonic blast strikes like a hammer. Jack's feet leave the ground and he flies backward a couple of metres, knocked head over heels, tumbling in the dirt. The revolver flies out of his hands and goes off as it lands, banging a useless round high into the air.
Jack sits up, bruised, aching. Jackson is walking forward, grinning like he won the lottery. "You idiot," Jack growls, then reaches for the tiny derringer in his boot. "Scathach, take him!"
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The redhead is stopped cold in her tracks, and a loud crack rings out across the street. She stumbles back, her front smudged with dirt, and the wall recedes.
"Slow down there, little lady." The voice is male and condescending, coming from her right. Her head snaps to the side and she is greeted by the sight of a large man crouched with his hands on the dirt of the street. He grins at her and she notes the scar on his face. He stands, and he's even taller and bulkier than she'd anticipated. He glances to John. "You looked like you could use some help.
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Jack gets back to his feet, pointing the miniature two-shot derringer at one Meta, then the other. "John, stay out of this. Get on your knees and put your hands behind your head. Do it now!" John stares at him. The gun looks like a toy, but Bauer holds it with total confidence, as though it were the world's deadliest weapon. Jack's voice is equal parts threat and plea. "Please. No one needs to die here."
Inside, he rages for reasons that have nothing to do with the painful hit he just took. The arrival of reinforcements just made it even more unlikely he'll be able to stop this deluded young man from getting killed in this fight. Damn it, I was so close.
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"And you are?" The contempt in her voice is obvious. She doesn't like being interrupted. It's never a good idea to get between Scathach and her prey.
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Jack's face hardens. "Fine." Slowly, he crouches down and reaches for the revolver he dropped, keeping the derringer steady with his other hand.
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"Well, Chase." She keeps her tone conversational. "Your friend tried to kill my friend, and so it seems as if we only have two options. You hand him over and I kick his ass, or you don't and I kick both your asses." For a moment, she considers how Jack may not like these options, but the moment is incredibly brief because Scathach is not one to forgive very easily.
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Jack is fed up with his voice. Still crouching, he picks up the revolver, aims between Chase's legs, and shoots John Jackson in the thigh. Blood runs down his leg. John falls to the ground, clutching a flesh wound, screaming more in fear than in pain. Jack stands up, eyes narrowed.
"You'll live." He points both his guns at Chase, dual-wielding now. "You can't take us both, Chase."
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At least Jack shuts him up.
Scatty hunches forward, preparing to spring forward if Chase decides to make a move. She knows that she probably shouldn't kill either of them since they might have valuable information, but it's becoming increasingly difficult to remember that the longer John cries and whines.
"Probably not," Chase admits. "But I can damn well hurt at least one of ya bad enough to get away!" And he lurches forward to slam his palms into the dirt once more.
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Jack fires again, with the derringer this time. The gun makes a little pop, and its tiny bullet smacks into a wall of dirt leaping up in front of Chase. Jack scowls and jams the little gun back in his pocket- it's useful as a backup, but it doesn't have the stopping power needed for a Metaman.
"See if you can get behind him!" He yells to Scathach. Then he fires the revolver again- two shots left, he thinks to himself. Maybe if he can keep the Meta distracted, the Shadow can flank him.
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So Scatty chances course, heading straight for John. He's still behind Chase, but maybe he won't think about protecting his comrade as much as himself.
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Jack sees what she's trying to do, and tries to help her out by firing his last few bullets at Chase's head. They bury themselves futilely in a flowing, shifting wall of dirt. Jack scowls and breaks open the revolver to reload, but suddenly the dirt beneath his feet opens up and he drops into a hole up to his waist, just falling right into the street.
Earth trickles into his boots, cool and rough. Jack hears Chase laugh as the hole closes around his body and begins to squeeze...
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And then Chase laughs, snapping up her attention.
Green eyes zero in on Jack's predicament, and the redhead's teeth bare. She swerves right for Chase, meaning to tackle him bodily. John is more or less neutralized, she decides. He can wait.]
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When Chase falls, his control over the soil is broken. Jack feels the pressure ease around him and immediately hauls himself out of the hole, dirt staining his clothes. He ignores it. He finishes jamming new shells into his revolver, snaps it closed, cocks it, and points it at Chase.
"Stand down! Do it now!"
punches away that random bracket
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"Great work. Cover them for a second." Jack moves away, scanning the street for something they can use to secure their new prisoners. He finds rope at a hitching post and returns to the two Metamen.
It only takes a few minutes to truss the Vulcanus agents up. He ties Chase's hands behind him so that he can't touch the ground, while John is bound at his back. He also does some quick first aid on John's gunshot wound- it's survivable, but John sniffles as though he's dying.
Jack's not impressed. A cocky thug and a coward- this is what Vulcanus has been trying to create for years? These are their heroes to replace ImPorts?
He turns to Scathach. "There are probably more of them in the town. This is a major attack." The continuing sounds of chaos from all over Capers suggest as much.
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Once they're tied up, she grabs them by their binds and drags them bodily from the middle of the street. Scathach sets them up on a wooden porch and nods. "Care to be the cavalry?"
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He's sore too. There's dirt in his boots and staining his pants, bruises on his body. He feels old and tired. But he won't quit and he can't rest. There's no time.
"Let's do it."