((This is the continuation of the last RP. Will be temporary until farther notice. The mutants, genetically engineered human beings, are called Alphas. Currently our group is in Chicago. Leon is sent there on a mission by a top scientist named William Sherman and he has taken Myrtle and Lilike with him. Jacob and Antony follow them shortly after in order to find out more about themselves from Myrtle, whose parents were involved with Alpha. Two of Sherman's subordinates, Recurve and Alina are sent to monitor Leon and make sure he see's through his mission, and a Russian mercenary, codenamed Obliterator, is tailing Myrtle in order to find out more about Alpha from her.))

((Sounds good to me. You know I'm in.))

(I am starting preperations for a new Rp using a new back story and goal, Will have it up hopefully tonight. We will all be able to port our characters there and then we can play free of MWTP's little curse.)

((woah Oborosen don't do anything yet, just play it from here for now. Making the transition will be easier once we finish up this little episode. Once we're done with this we can have other people join. Patience is the key. ;) ))

((Yeah, Let us just finish our conversation and then find a good spot to get a good plot going.))

Myrtle looked to Jacob in surprise as he moved in perfect tandem with the video. Glancing down, she made a few quick notes. "Ummm, wow," she said, for the first time in a loss for words. "I don't know what to say. Your skills in shape shifting remind me of an advance form of chameleoncy. As for your movements..." She closed her eyes to think clearly. "It is as if you have a videographic memory, in opposed to photographic, that allows you to retain the information you see and direct it to your muscles. Unconsciously you must be able to analyze the muscle movements of whoever you are viewing. I am not sure how much more I can tell you without an MRI to monitor your brain activity...."

She sighed deeply troubled and looked to Antony, concerned for his skin. "We can get you sun block once we get going. And maybe a jacket with a hood," she said with a friendly smile.

Leon decided to get up. After sitting around and contemplating for a good two hours, it was time for the day to start. Rising up from his seat, he made his way to the elevators and took it to the floor where their suite was. The rest of them would probably be wondering where he was at so he should make an appearance so they won't worry. He felt like a ghost sometimes, just being...there. It was a good thing during his mission, as he was not suppose to be seen by anyone, but with his companions, that was a different story. He wanted to be there, in the open, to be acknowledged. I suppose everyone wants to feel wanted...If it feels bad for me it must feel ten times worse for the Alphas.. He thought to himself, waiting for the elevator to get to its destination. They were outcasts, he...he was just another guy. Anyone would be willing to accept him if he tried, for them though, it was unlikely for anyone to accept them.

After a few minutes, the elevator arrived at the designated floor. The door opened and Leon stepped out, making his way down the corridor to their room. He didn't travel far though when he spotted a familiar figure entering the room next to the room that Myrtle, Lilike, Jacob, and Antony were in. Him again...what's he doing here? Leon wondered, slowly walking forward and silencing his footsteps in order to not be noticed. The man didn't bother closing the door, so Leon peered in and saw that he was looking for something. From the looks of it, he was looking for them.

"They're not in this room, I'm going to check the other one." The Obliterator spoke into his PDA, then began to turn towards the exit. So, Russian bastard wants to find us. Leon thought, clenching his fist. He then stepped into the room and closed it behind him. "Amateur mistakes once again, where do they find incompetent bastards like you anyway?" Leon said smugly, anger present in his words but a sarcastic tone as well.

"American, it was only a matter of time before we would meet again." The Obliterator said, crossing his arms, "I have no business with you, but I will allow you to live if you can answer my question. Where is the girl?" He asked, his tone threatening. Leon wasn't sure why he wanted to find Myrtle, but there was no way in hell he would allow that. "She could be anywhere in the city, but if you haven't found her already, it must mean you are a crappy excuse for a-" Leon wasn't able to finish his statement when the Obliterator quickly moved forward in a series of fluid motions, sending a punch right at Leon's abdomen, following up with an uppercut, and then ending with a kick right at his chest. Leon was not at all prepared for this and took the hits, flying back against the wall and letting out a pained grunt from his forceful kick.

Damn...he's good. Leon quickly rolled to the side upon falling to the ground, narrowly evading a stomp from the Obliterator, and got back up to his feet, assuming a combat stance now. "Your words are starting to get on my nerves American. I will enjoy submitting you to the greatest pain of your life." The Russian mercenary said, cracking his knuckles as he went in for another assault. Leon hardened his gaze, preparing for what came next. A right slug was thrown at him, which Leon blocked with his left arm. Next came a left jab, too quick for Leon to block and made contact with his chest, briefly knocking the air out of him. The Obliterator took this moment to elbow Leon on the side of the head, which made him stagger to the side. A kick was then followed, making contact with Leon's left side and making him stagger to his other side.

The punishment Leon was taking was brutal. This guy was definitely a pro hand-to-hand fighter with much more combat experience than Leon. He wasn't even sure if there was even the slightest chance he could win this fight. No...I must...I can't...let him hurt her! Quickly recovering from the barrage of attacks, Leon stepped back just in time to evade a grapple thrown at him. Taking this advantage, Leon quickly charged at the Obliterator and tackled him with enough force to push him back. The force was enough to push both him and the Obliterator out of the room and off of the suite's balcony, onto the ground below.

Both of them hit the ground hard, except with the Obliterator falling on his back and Leon quickly rolling forward the moment they hit the ground. He was able to avoid most impact, but the Obliterator being seasoned in combat probably didn't take much of a hit. Leon got up from where he was, seeing the Obliterator get up as well, barely feeling a scratch though. "Impressive American, a shift in the battlefield. This is where you will meet your fate..." He said, dusting off his shoulder and taking out a Skorpion submachine gun that hung from his side. Leon breathed heavily, taking out his custom USP as he saw the Russian arm himself. "Round 2 it is. For keeps this time." He grunted, pain and fatigue evident in his voice.

Antony

Listening to what Myrtle and Jacob where doing was kind of wearing on his attention span, Antony had reached his limit of study some time ago. He soon found his mind wandering, That was until something caught his ear. A sound of some sort coming from inside the building, Looking at the others and trying to keep his expression bland he tried to find out what it was.
Turning his attention slowly to one of the adjacent rooms he instinctively feels his eyes shift, Turning the room a low red color and offering him a vision of what is happaning. his visions bleeds through an empty room before he see's two individuals fighting in close quarters. He kind of smirks as he watches the show enjoying this small amount of entertainment. He does however begin to pick out the faint silhouette of Leon's body as he continues to stare.

He follows the action with his step by step until they both spill out onto the balcony and then knows where its going. Slightly turning his attention back to Myrtle and the rest."Ok little miss, I must get out of this light so If you don't mind. I'll be in the alley when your ready to leave." Antony steps back out to the balcony and jumps down just in time to see Leon and his assailant face off with weapons drawn.

"(Sniff).. Having trouble here Leon?..Who's your friend?.. Smells like a swede.."



(OOC/ Don't worry I am taking my time creating it so we don't get pegged with copyrighting on the original story.)

((I feel like I missed some posts. I don't know what happened after my last post in They. Could you fill me in? I'm not sure where to start right now. >.< Also, sorry about my inactivity. Work has me doing some extra shifts...))

little luna wrote:((I feel like I missed some posts. I don't know what happened after my last post in They. Could you fill me in? I'm not sure where to start right now. >.< Also, sorry about my inactivity. Work has me doing some extra shifts...))

Lilike was still on the bed last I remember, She had just woken up.

((Yes, I remember my last post, but if anyone posted after me, I don't know what happened. It seems like we've left the hotel, but I don't know where to pick up...))

((Oh okay, Nah we are still in the Hotel to a majority. Antony has just made it outside to assist Leon. Myrtle is still in the hotel room with Lilike and Jacob. You haven't really missed anything important since your last post.
Just myrtle studying Jacobs abilities.))

Your Free to post.

((You could pick up anywhere you want Luna. BigBadPanda's been inactive so what I think you should do is somehow catch Myrtle's attention. After that you can involve yourself in the fight Leon is engaged in if you want, although it's probably going to be very over soon.

Also Oborosen, I apologize for not getting back to you sooner, but you should start up the RP after this little episode is finished. I'll try to finish it quickly so that we can all move on at a neutral point once the RP is started.))

((Yeah. Luna, you, me and Panda are still in the hotel room after Antony jumped out. Myrtle is oblivious at the moment to the fight, and Lilike is/was just sitting on the bed as Myrtle talked with Jacob about his powers.))

Leon aimed his pistol at the Obliterator and was about to take a shot when all of a sudden Antony landed beside him. "(Sniff).. Having trouble here Leon?..Who's your friend?.. Smells like a swede.." Antony said to him. His sudden appearance broke Leon's concentration. "What the hell are you-" Leon turned his head towards Antony and attempted to speak, but the Russian mercenary let loose a barrage of lead right at him, interrupting his statement. The loose artillery flew straight at the American agent and hit him square in the torso. The impact of the bullets made Leon recoil back, giving him reason to lose balance. "Argh..!" Leon grunted from the impact, not expecting to get hit like that. In his mind, half of him wanted to fall down and take the hit, but emergency enveloped him and he quickly regained his footing. Turning around, he quickly grabbed onto Antony's collar from the back with his free hand and ran, dragging the Alpha along with him.

Several more shots were heard as he was running. He could feel the impact as they hit his back, but the adrenaline rush he felt here to get to safety removed any feeling of impact that he would have felt. All he knew was that he had to get out of the line of fire along with Antony. Luckily for him, there was a trash dumpster nearby, which would prove a worthy cover position for now. Forcefully, he pushed Antony behind the dumpster and followed suit, seating himself against the back of the dumpster.

There was a break in the gun shots fora brief moment. Leon deduced that the man must be reloading at this point. Good, gives me a brief chance to rest. He thought, looking down at his injuries. He was surprised to see that his suit absorbed all of the damage. At least now he knew that his suit was strong enough to take hits from .32 calibers. Later he'll have to ask Shirley for the max bullet size his suit could take. Lucky I have this thing.

"So you call your dog at the last minute American. I thought you were better than that." The Obliterator yelled. From Leon's covering position, he could hear a clip fall onto the ground and another one click into the Skorpion. Great he's ready to let loose another round. Leon cringed, holding his firearm close. "The American government works with Alphas and decides to use them as weapons. Only your kind would stoop down to such a level." The Russian man stated, shooting at Leon. The ammo hit the other side of the trash dumpster, a loud clanging sound accompanying it as it made impact. Amidst the sounds of gunshots, Leon could also hear the man walking closer. It was obvious that he was trying to force Leon from his cover position. This is getting intense...if I remember correctly, this guy was aware of the Alpha presence long before I was. This also probably means he has tools to take them out... He thought, looking over at Antony for a moment. As much as this guy looks like a freak, I can't let him get in harms way, this is my fight after all...And a matter of personal pride.

"Listen Antony, this guy is after Myrtle." Leon said to Antony, wincing slightly as a piece of shrapnel flew a bit too close to him. "I know you want to help me, but for now I need you to make sure NO ONE knows I'm out here. She's gonna freak if she finds out I'm under fire from some lunatic that's after her." He put as much emphasis on this as possible. Myrtle had enough problems already and didn't need to be worried about him, especially in this situation. "The others are probably wondering where you're at, so get back quickly." Leon said, leaning out of cover slightly to see where the Obliterator was, but quickly retracted back once he saw some ammo flying by. "I'm going to try and lead this guy to another location. I've pissed him off enough already so he'll have his sights on me." Leon said, preparing his weapon. "And...if you really want to help me...once they know I'm okay you can find me... somewhere." With those last words, Leon quickly leaned out of cover, letting loose a few shots of his own. Three pinpoint shots flew, striking the Obliterator in the leg, chest, and arm.

When these shots made contact with him, he recoiled slightly, but not as much as Leon did the first time. He also seemed surprised, as the shot in his leg seemed to have pierce him. "It seems you have some tricks up your sleeve comrade. First that shortcircuit with your suit, and now a 9 millimeter that can pierce through my bulletproof suit. I admit, I underestimated you...but like you said. It ends here." He grunted, emptying this rest of his clip at where Leon leaned out. Leon quickly pulled back into cover, but was grazed lightly by a few stray bullets at his shoulder. This time, he felt the pain course through him as the lead roughed against his suit, somehow injuring his skin as well. At close range the bullets must've gotten stronger and he felt the hit of the shrapnel. He was lucky that he dodge just in time, otherwise he'd have a bullet in his shoulder.

Leon had to move now. The Obliterator was reloading and this was a good chance as any other to put his plan into action. Here goes! Quickly, Leon rolled out of where he was covering, firing two shots at the Obliterator. One shot was aimed at his head, which he was able to easily dodge by moving his head to the side. The other one hit no where in particular, making contact with the building. "Pathetic American, you need better aim." The Russian man grinned, slamming a clip into his gun. Leon quickly got up and started running, keeping his armed hand back and firing as he ran. He wasn't even sure if he was hitting anything, as long as the shots kept the Obliterator off his back that was all that mattered.

The Obliterator moved from side to side, evading as many bullets as he could from Leon. A few bullets made contact with him but none were fatal enough to wound him. From the range Leon was at, the bullets only pierced the Obliterator's suit enough to put a dent, not enough to make contact with his skin.

Just as Leon made it to the streets, the slide on his gun slid back, notifying him that his clip was out of ammo. Damn, what a time to run out of ammo. He gritted his teeth, rounding the corner to run down the sidewalk. People were walking everywhere and cars were bustling. It was a good idea to get lost in the crowd, but it was also a liability to the civilians. My ideas just get worse and worse as the results start to show...

"Now, you die American!" The Obliterator yelled, garnering the attention of many people, as they saw two oddly dressed men run out of an alley. I can't let him harm the civilians. I have to do something.. Leon thought. He had to some how grab the Russian's attention, and at the same time prevent him from shooting. One task was easy, but the other was not. What ever he decided to do though, he had to decide quickly as it looked like the Obliterator was about to take another shot.

An idea then came to Leon. Depending on how lucky he was, this would be a hit or a miss. Quickly, he ejected the clip from his gun and spun around as quickly as he could. The Obliterator was still hot on his tail with his gun at his hip, about to pull the trigger, when Leon finally made his move. "Fast ball!" He yelled, stopping and then throwing the magazine at full force at the Obliterator. The Obliterator wasn't fully prepared for this and attempted to move his gun up to hit the flying object away, but he wasn't fast enough and the clip hit him square in the face, making him stop in his tracks. Taking this opportunity, Leon quickly delivered a kick at the Obliterator's hand, effectively knocking away the firearm in his hand. Score! Leon grinned, going in for a second attack. Spinning around he quickly went for another kick, but the Obliterator recovered from his assault and caught Leon's attack before it could make contact with him. "You're starting to get on my nerves American.." The Obliterator grunted, quickly placing another hand on Leon's leg and then threw him to the side, making him break through a Starbucks glass window.

The people on the streets were terrified by this, not really sure what was going on. Some took out their phones to take pictures or record what was going on, others tried to call the police. Leon though, was in a lot of pain from this recent attack. Crashing through the window, he landed on one of the tables, disrupting a young couple's lunch. "Owww...that had to hurt." He grunted, slowly sitting up, only to see the Obliterator follow him through the forced entrance. "You have disrupted my mission long enough!" He yelled, jumping right at Leon with a fist ready to crush his bones. Leon quickly rolled off of the table just in time for the Obliterator to make contact with it, destroying the wooden piece of furniture and earning a scared look from the couple.

"Yeah, and I will keep being a thorn in your side until your face is smeared across the floor." Leon grunted, getting up to his feet. The Russian let out a light chuckle from Leon's statement. "Is that so..." He began, then quickly took out a unique looking knife. Leon didn't get a good enough chance to look at it when a blade was ejected at him. He quickly moved his arm in a striking motion, knocking the flying blade away with his plated forearm. Spetsnaz knife...this guy's decked.

Leon can only block blades with his shins, chest, and forearms. Every where else would leave him wounded. Now that another weapon was taken out, Leon had to get out of this area in order to prevent more civilians from being harmed. Things just keep on getting complicated... He thought, then quickly turned around and ran. "Don't run American, we're not done yet!" The Obliterator yelled, a laugh escaping from his breath as he ran after Leon in pursuit, ejecting blades from the Spetsnaz knife as he did so.

The blades had lousy range and accuracy, which was a good thing for our American agent. Now his main concern was getting to a safe place. The streets were already ruled out, so he had to go elsewhere. A building would mean more civilians also, so that was not a possibility. In the distance though, Leon saw a foundry. If he was lucky, it should be scarce with people, a good place for him and the Russian to finish their showdown. Keeping his sights on the foundry, he ran there, with the Obliterator tailing after him. Time to finish this.

((Got it, thanks! I just got a job offer for a great position, so that won't help my posting availability... but I'm super excited and hope you all understand. I'll still pop in as often as I can. <3 ))

Lilike had gone to the bathroom to freshen up. She felt too vulnerable stripping down and taking a real shower, so settled on removing a couple articles at a time and wiping down a few body parts at a time. She dipped her head into the sink and lathered her hair with shampoo and conditioner. After toweling down, she felt better, cleaner, less like an animal. Her clothes were still torn and dirty, but Myrtle had said they would get new ones. The corners of her mouth turned up a little at the thought. Looking normal helped her feel more normal... human.
She emerged from the bathroom to find Antony gone and Leon no where to be seen. She continued to pat down her damp hair, her amber eyes shifting between Myrtle and Jacob. Had she made a mistake allowing herself the simple joy of washing? What had happened in that time?
Alarm suddenly crossed her face. "Where are the others?" She asked Myrtle.

((Glad to see all is well with you Luna, hope the cash keeps rolling in :D))

While Leon was running, his PDA began to pulse. He picked up the message via his earphone and immediately the message went live in his ear. "Leon, I picked up that your heart rate is racing at nominal speeds, what's going on?" And sure enough it was Shirley. "You know Brennan, this is the worst possible time to give me a call!" He exclaimed, still rushing to keep a good distance from the Obliterator. "That Russian mercenary that you told me about who was hired by the Russian Next Generation Facility, he's hot on my tail right now and he's no joke either. I don't know if I can beat this guy." Leon said to her with heavy breaths in between each sentence. He could hear the knives flying at him from behind. Some coming close to scratching him, others flying past him, and some falling short of him. Good thing these blades don't go far...

"The suit monitors your conditions and picked up on your distress. When I also heard unsettling sounds from your earphone I knew something was wrong... Leon, this guy is an experienced soldier. He's been trained ever since he left the womb by different military organizations and he's survived countless skirmishes. A hidden record that I was able to pull out even stated that he killed his own father in an operation in order to prevent an interrogation. I'll try and help you in every way I can from here but...please be careful." Shirley said to him, an obvious concern in her voice but also a slight commanding tone accompanying it. "A real lunatic if he murders his own father like that...Well, I guess I can't really ask for anything else...I'll try and stay alive Brennan, Infiltrator out." Leon then tapped out of the communication.

He was getting tired now. He's been running and trying to evade the Obliterator's attacks for a good while now. It was good that the foundry was just in sight now and to the looks of it, no civilians were around. Okay...here goes...throwing all of my cards down on this one.

Leon turned around the moment he made it inside the foundry. Quickly he drew out his close-quarters-combat knife from its sheathe and knocked away a blade that was flying at him. The Obliterator now stood before him, knife in hand to counter his. "You have no where left to go American, how does it feel to be so close at Death's door?" The Obliterator grinned as he spoke, preparing for another shot with his Spetsnaz Knife. Leon let out a few heavy breaths, trying to regain himself from the long run. His stamina was wearing a bit thin, but he knew he had to make the most of this break or else he'll be finished. "I'm done running...even if I do die, at least I'll be able to jab my knife up your ass." Leon grunted, then assumed a close-quarters-combat stance. There really was no where left for him to go. He was cornered here now with no one else around to help him. It's better this way...at least I know they'll be safe...She'll be safe.. With that final thought, he prepared himself for the knife fight that was about to ensue.

Antony

Antony stood as the big man passed to chase Leon, he could tell allot of things about his just by his face. For some reason he was far too determined to catch Leon to even pay the slightest attention to Antony.
Despite is aversion to following orders of any kind, He could understand why he wanted Myrtle to be oblivious to what is going on. Besides if she did find out she would only want to help Leon and that would put her in harms way, Effectively rupturing the agreement between him and her. So Antony moves from behind the dumpster and makes his way under the balcony to the others room. Making sure that he was in no different shape then when he left Antony checks himself over.

After seeing that nothing was wrong he jumps towards the wall and runs up a short distance til he can grab the balcony's ledge. Holding firm he swings himself up and lands down outside the two pane glass doors, Dusting himself off as he walks in.

((Props on the new job, Luna! Oh yeah, don't worry in the slightest.))


Myrtle spoke with Jacob about his powers, barely noticing Antony slip from the room. Even when she did notice, Myrtle took little concern from the action. It was obvious the Alpha disliked scientists and being near other people, and with good reason. Myrtle just allowed him to leave in case he needed some space. "Now Jacob-" Myrtle's reply was cut short as her red eyes grew wide in terror. Multiple gunshots sounded from outside the building. She turned to look around. The room suddenly felt empty with only her and Jacob.

"Where are the others?"

Myrtle flung around to Lilike as the Alpha emerged from the bathroom. "I- I don't know," Myrtle said. She tugged at her hair in distress, eyes wide and scanning the room as if he would suddenly appear before her. "Leon never came back last night, I figured he just needed a break from everything. I didn't think he would try to hurt himself again... He promised." Myrtle spun around slightly, still searching the room. "And Antony just left. I didn't think anything was wrong, he seemed fine, but..."

Myrtle stopped, forcing herself to take a deep breath. Having a panic attack wouldn't help the situation. She ran her hands through her hair again, trying to find any detail that could help her. Suddenly Antony walked in from the balcony. "What happened?" Myrtle shouted, practically jumping on the Alpha. "Where did you go? Why did you leave? Where is Leon..." The human girl fled past the Alpha and leaned out on the balcony to get a better view. The sight was horrifying.

From the adjoining room, the curtains drifted in the breeze through the broken window as shattered glass littered the ground below. In the distance, a dumpster stood studded with holes as the ground seemed to be speckled with the trace of blood. Myrtle stepped upon the railing and then thought better of it. The jump, or fall in her case, would be more than enough to cause serious damaged to her frail body. "Where is he?" Myrtle repeated as she pulled away from the balcony. Glancing toward Antony and Lilike for a moment, Myrtle dashed towards the hotel door as if she could magically know where to find Leon.

Antony

Antony reaches out an arm directly in Myrtles way and tries his best not to forcefully stop her. He gains a firm hold of her shoulder and doesn't show much sign of letting her go. Raising a hand he takes of the sunglasses and shows Myrtle a calm, Almost sublime look in his eyes.. "Don't worry, Leon is fine and he doesn't want you to worry. He just has some of his agent business to deal with and then he will come back to join us.
Everything is completely fine, The trouble outside was the result of a man who's gun was larger then his brain."

The room slowly fills with the sound of something sizzling, Which is easy for the others to discern was coming from Antony. His back was to the balcony door and the whole of the morning sun was on him.
This set the skin on the back of his neck and sides of his face alight with a burning sensation, He paid no mind too it as he held Myrtle and stayed his position just to assure her.

((Thanks! ^.^))

Lilike's hand was on Antony in an instant. Sunlight seemed to hurt him, which gave her a great advantage over him. Light was her weapon. She held firm on Antony's wrist, releasing small amounts of the light she had collected the day before. She would burn his hand off, if she had to.
"You will not touch her!" Lilike stated firmly, looking at Antony. "You think we will trust your words? You have shown no reason to trust you. For all we know, you're simply on your best behavior until you get what you want." She increased the photon energy for a brief moment as she made her point. "The agent has proven himself, just as this woman has. We have been through difficult times. But you," her face contorted with disgust, "you expect me to treat you the same as they?"
Lilike's eyes burned bright amber. Her face calmed, but passion and determination set in. She was not going to let this go; there would be answers this time.
"We're going to see Leon, and you will not interfere."