Perfect War, Perfect Deception (OPEN [Rules inside])

[Puck]

OoC: NU WAI.

You heard about it, and here it is. What you have all been waiting for. There shall be EXPLOSIONS, GUN FIGHTS, and AWSOME all withen in this one RP. What's that you say? You want to be a apart of the fun?

WELL YOU CAN!

This is an Open RP, so anyone can join, but there is a catch. First: You need a Super Human, or Mercenary type character. Magic is allowed but we would prefer you not using it.

Secondly: Before posting you MUST PM me or I)ragon with your character, and we will decide if you can. We want this thread to move at a decent speed so NO HH...your not welcome =P

And that's it. PM me or I)ragon with your mercenary character! It's as easy as that! But spots are limited, so apply soon before they are all gone!


Also I)ragon Posts next. So no one else can post until he does...and if you do...I'll hurt you...Hurt you bad.


BIC:


The trick is not to look to causal. If you are decked from head to toe in weaponry, and equipment then obviously your a thief. In the same way if you look too normal then you'll be picked off by well trained rent-a-cop's. The thing is that by looking causal you look suspicious. No one is wandering near a famous museum in the middle of the night dressed in regular civilian ware. You have to be dressed up in some sort of way as to look a bit eccentric. That is how you justify your midnight parade, and how you get to avoid the eye of the ever watchful security team. After all they where the only real problem. The sentient creatures despite their insufferable ignorance, and stupidity where still able to think logically, compared to the booby traps, and wire fences they will catch even the smallest slip up, and everything had to go perfectly.

Opening up a structural diagram of the complex Derrik mused over the final points of his job. The letter he had gotten had told him to reach the Ruby stationed in the direct centre of the museum facility. Unlike the other exhibits this one was heavily guarded due to the price of the gem, and as such it would be no easy task infiltrating it. Prodding his finger over a bump in the map he found the one weakness in the security set up. The power generator was located outside the main building, in a small almost garage like secondary complex. It was held tight by steel doors, however there was always a way.

The Perfect human's blue eyes glanced up at the clock hanging on his Hotel room. Ten after. In fifty minutes the guards at the main gate would be changing, and that should allow him enough time to make it in without being detected. Then all he had to do was shut down the power generator and everything else was as easy as cake. Well except for them.

According to the letter he was sent there where more going after the same goal. He was not doing it for the money, but the mercenary Job offered to the victor paid a lot, and Derrik's funds where running out. If they got in his way he would have to dispose of them in what ever way necessary. He needed the funds to continue his mission and he want about to let a rag-time group of would be mercenaries take that away from him. Standing up, he grabbed his white trench coat, and hat heading out of his room. Walking down the hall and to the right he shared the elevator to the bottom floor with some old lady. As he reached dhe bottom he briskly walked off, ignoring the clerks friendly smile and wave.

Stepping out into the night air he felt a sigh of relief. The night was chilly enough that he could just barely see his breath in it. Looking up he saw the large building towering up from every direction, the perfect staple of modern society. Even at the middle of the night you cold not see the stars through the night through the endless glare of the city lights. As he walked towards the museum which was conveniently only a few blocks away his guns clicked lightly against their holsters.

Stopping shortly, he let his coat blow a little bit in the wind as he looked towards the museum. It was large and complex consisting of about six stories. The style on the outside seemed similar to pseudo roman, or Greek. There was nothing real about this place, just another among the thousands of exhibits showing life as it was for our society to gawk in amazement at. The human world seems so entranced by nature, vegetarians refuse to eat meet, yet drive SUV's. Naturalists don't condone the hunting of wild animals, yet welcome with open arms the killing of people different then themselves. Museums where supposed to help people understand the past to save the future, instead they just stand at awe of the past and never learn anything from. I suppose that is just another way people take something positive and turn it into a negative without even recognizing their own transgressions.

Sighing Derrik checked his watch, the time was almost nigh. Only five minutes until he needed to move. Pacing his steps he looked at the facilities. The parking lot was all but empty, only the cars of the security remained, and the path to the museum was barred by large gate, and a fence surrounding a man made field. It wouldn't be too hard he figured as he watched a car pull into the parking lot. Ducking behind a car for a second Derrik watched closely a blue suited figure opened the door of his Chevrolet, and walk towards the gate.

It was the time to move as the clock ticked down. The man unlocked the large gates, and started to push it close behind him without even looking. The time was now. As the door swung close Derrik bolts forward silently, as the door swung closed the so called “Perfect human” saw his chance for entering get slimmer, and slimmer. A clicking sound was heard as the door locked shut, causing the Guard to turn around as he walked. Seeing nothing he shrugged and continued on his way, but in the bushes Derrik stood up and brushed some twigs off his coat as the man entered the large structure.

Looking around quickly Derrik saw no other signs of movement, it seemed if the others he was told where trying for the same prize where either already inside, or yet to appear. He had hoped they appear, taking out a small power generator, and infiltration a museum was child's play, maybe a game of touch and go would spice the play up.

[I)ragon11]

“You Emillio J Drake?”

The tall boy arched an eyebrow, looking surprised at the chubby man before him “... Yeeeeeah...”

“Here ya are” The black suited, middle aged man stated, handing the young man a vanilla envelope.

J looked dumbfounded at the man for a second, finally taking the latter and inspecting it over. “... wait...” the brown haired boy looked up again but the messenger was already back about his business, making his way through the crowded streets to whatever he was doing.

This didn’t make any sense to the young man. Never before had he given his full name to anyone in this world. And only a scarce few knew it from his home world. And how had the messenger been able to identify him? J hardly knew anyone in these lands, and no one he did know would contact J in such a manner. Not that he could think of, anyway.

J turned his attention back to the plain letter. There was no writing on it, no stamp, nothing. He tapped the letter with his index finger absentmindedly, looking around at the crowded street, and started walking back to his hotel. Anyone who went out of their way to learn J’s full name had to be someone important... or a stupid advertiser. One of the two.

A few blocks and a staircase latter, the tall young man was back in his hotel room. He tossed his windbreaker on the bed and sat down, peeling the fold the envelope open and dumping out the contents. A plastic, reflective, data page fell into his hand. Well, that was oddly high-tech for what he had seen in this city. It had a simple typed up letter written on its surface, with touch sensitive buttons that you could press to bring you to the next page.

Item of interest: The Hunters Ruby

Reward: $6,000,000,000

J nearly fell out of his seat at the cash reward. He stared at the number for a bit, but there was more to the reward.

You will also be given a staff job in our department, where we will have similar jobs that you will be able to choose from on a constant basis. The rewards will, of course, very from job to job, but we guarantee you, money will be the least of your concerns.

There is a catch, however. We have distributed this letter to a select number of individuals. Whoever, among you, is capable of bringing the precise ruby to our department first will be given the reward and the guaranteed employment. You will find information on the museum in which the ruby is held in this document. You have 48 hours.

This was big news. J always found it extremely hard to find work for himself. And also finding jobs he found expectable. At the moment he was still living off the relatively low reward he had received from his last job... which wasn’t... cool.

He still found it odd that the messenger was able to find him, and knew his full name, but the company certainly seemed to have its resources. While J wasn’t one hundred percent sure about taking the staff job, he definitely could use the six million dollars. Maybe then he’d be able to find out if Roery really was on this planet...

The former soldier pressed the button on the date page that took him to the next page. There was a detailed blueprints of the museum, along with all the information anyone would need t know before robbing it, including various advertisement meetings, tours that were being held, and the exact times the guards changed watch. After skimming over the sheet for a few minutes, it was already apparent exactly when and where he was going to make his move.

Do to various activities and security reasons, the next night at 8:05 was the soonest time for any kind of heist. J figured that was about the time everyone else would start showing up... Sounded kinda fun.

<{~~~~~~~~~O~~~~~~~~~}>

The wait had been excruciating, having nothing really to do but plan, eat, and get some training in with his armor in an abandoned inside parking lot for a few hours. The fact that he spent the majority of his time as a completely regular and normal human, it was sometimes odd activating his armor again, and having so much power. In any case, it was finally time to move.

The guards were changing shifts, the electricians were testing and resetting the systems, the video types were being changed. The whole place was wide open. It almost seemed to be too perfect.

J stole through the shadows, armor on, helmet up, visor down, and black, stealth skin active. The HUD on his visor allowed him to see perfectly in the darkness, as well as pinpointing the location of each and every guard and security device. This was gonna be a cakewalk. The only thing to be concerned about was the other bounty hunters.

The armored man leaned his back against the east, exterior wall. He scanned the area once more before proceeding. Rising his left arm, he silently released his grapple, quickly latching on and flinging himself easily on top of the tall wall. He planted his feet on the inside of the wall and kicked off, latching himself to the fire escape with barely a sound. (All the while, avoiding the security cameras) Scaling the flight of stairs quickly, he made his way to the appropriate window and bent the anti theft bars, “removed” the lock, and slid open the window. He crawled through the opening and shut the window again just before the security system reactivated.

He was inside. Now came the fun part.

OoC: Ha! Keep forgetting to say this... >.> So far, we have me, Puck, Zorolo, King Daphnes, and Masked Legend joining the thread. But we still have one spot open. So join quick before someone else does!

[Zorolo]

Monroe looked blankly at the envelope that he had been given. The messenger had vanished without a trace, leaving the bounty hunter stumped as to what to do. The dark clad man ran his hands over his vest, feeling where his new photon daggers, which he had created in his spare time, were. The daggers' handles were in the shape of a box cutter, and worked similar in how they were activated. Just press up a small switch and the eight inch blade emerged from the four inch handle. It was simple.

Now then, the former assassin opened the package and let the small device fall into his hand. The strange, very futuristic device had several worthwhile things: A challenge, a prize, and possibly, a challenge. Monroe skimmed through his newest mission, and most lucrative as well, and tossed the thing away. Suddenly, it recurred to Monroe that he might need that little device, for at least the sake of a map. Monroe chuckled as he slid the device in his pocket. Perhaps this would be fun?

Preparations were easier then expected. The dark clad man already had most of what he needed on himself. The dark warrior stepped out into the midday sun and began his walk. He had a lot of planning and thinking to do. This wouldn't be an easy thing to get done, mostly if the others he was dealing with were skilled warriors. Well, if he did meet any, they'd be a great chance to test out some of his weapons, mostly his latest ones.

o=)----------Outside of the Northern Wall of the Museum---------(=o

Monroe listened idly to the music blasting on his Ipod as he watched the guards. He didn't really care about the information that the thing had given him, preferring to make a grand entrance, rather then go about a silent, stealthy entrance. However, for now, the dark clad man sat in the shadows of the building and its surrounding yard. So many ways to enter, and so few ways to get caught.

What the hell? Why not bust in?! It'd be the fastest way anyway. After all, it wasn't like normal police or guards could stop the enhanced human too easily. Luckily, logic moved into place and the dark clad man let sense take over. Rushing in there would give away his position to the others, who could be more stealthy and kill him from behind. He'd have to be careful in his movements, but that doesn't mean he couldn't kill a few people, did it?

The guard moved over to the security box and began to set the alarm. It would be easy to disable it if Monroe knew how the thing worked, but given the former assassin had no idea how to deal with the device, he wasn't about to try. He'd get the man to turn it off, then kill him. Simple enough plan.

Monroe became a blur of black as he moved down from where he was standing and appeared behind the guard, grabbing the guard by the neck and pointing the whirring blade of his photon dagger at the man's face. "You've got one choice: Turn off that security system. If you do, well, you'll live," the former assassin stated blankly. The nervous man quickly got to work, turning off the security system. Quickly, the bounty hunter let the man go, to which he quickly began to flee. "Except, I lied," the mercenary joked as he turned quickly and threw the photon dagger, embedding it in the man's head.

Vossler approached the man, pulling the dagger out of the guard's head and turning the blade off, sliding the hilt back onto his vest. Monroe headed over towards the entrance he had found and opened the door silently with the guard's confiscated keys. "Time to start the search," he told himself as he looked at the map. This might be tricky.

[king daphnes]

Dybia had been studying the building from the blueprint he had and from his binoculars on a rooftop a few buildings over. He was trying to get the exact location of all the cameras around the building. He had been in this spot for hours getting the patrols completely memorized down to every little falter the zombie like guys made.

He wasn't in this for the money, mainly for the time it took up. Secretly Dybia had an inheritance that set him up to live a normal care free life. He found that boring though, so he did this kind of work. He still couldn't help wondering why exactly this particular gem was worth this much to someone. Dybia didn't see so much value in rarity, but in usefulness.

Dybia saw his opening, and it was finally time to move. He could barely be seen if he had been watched. He quickly jumped from rooftop to rooftop, only making a small clink each time he landed because of the steel soles of his boots, until he reached the one closest to the building with the target. It was much father away that the others had been from each other, so Dybia took a fw steps back and drew his sword. He had a plan for right after the jump.

He got a running start towards the building and bounded off the raised edge of the one he was on. He could tell he wouldn't land on the building's roof but he took th shot and blasted the two cameras that would spot him where he would land, overloading them. He landed safely and unnoticed to the south of the building. He quickly ran over to the window thinking he'd have o break the lock to get in, but surprisingly the security system had just shut off. Getting in was much easier than he'd thought, and as far as he could tell by the guards' activity and by the security system being off the others after this target were in the building, and unnoticed.

Dybia started towards the center of the building where it was indicated on the map he was given that the gem was located. "Well, they probably won't be happy to see me." Dybia said to himself getting his sword Enola ready.

[Halcyon Hero]

OoC: RULES MEAN NOTHING TO ME!!!

Vincent yawned and rolled over, wrestling his left arm out where he could check the time on the digital display. Two more minutes. The pirate captain stretched his arms out above his head and arched his back, a small grate-like purring sound escaping his lips. Bored, the neko fished the data device out of his overcoat pocket and scanned the map over again. Not that he didn’t already have it memorized. Sighing, the pirate leaned over the edge of his skiff, gazing down on the museum several storied below. The main lights were out, yet security lights cast a dim glow at key corners, accenting the guards’ flashlights that occasionally drifted along behind the tall windows. The neko glanced at his digital display again. One more minute. Securing the cutlass on his belt, Vincent sat up into a crouch in his floating skiff and grabbed a hold of his grappling hook, preparing to leap from the small craft.

Thirty seconds.

Vincent scratched at a canine with his fingernail.

Twenty.

The human-cat hybrid delicately rearranged his tricorne, aligning it perfectly with his triangular ears on either side.

Ten.

The pirate quickly typed in a series of command on a crystal-like HUD at the “control” area of the skiff, locking it in place. An emergency parking brake, if you will.

Five.

Vincent leapt gracefully over the side of the skiff, turning in midair and tossing the grappling hook at the small mast of the craft, the miniature boosters kicking in and propelling it around the titanium pole several times. The metallic cord tightened as the neko came to the end of the cords allowance, sending him into a wide swing that sent him under and to the opposite side of the skiff overhead, straight towards one of the museums top floor windows.

Now.

A tiny explosion—barely more than a flicker of flame—lit up in the center of the window, blowing the locking mechanism and casually pushing the double panes of glass inward. With a grace that could only be achieved through genetic manipulation, Vincent twisted himself sideways, sliding in through the narrow opening as he detached the grappling hook. The pirate hit the carpeted floor softly and went into a roll, coming up in a crouch just inches away from the windows opposing wall.

He was in. With cat-like stealth, Vincent went to work remotely unwinding his grappling hook and returning it to his side before closing the window and setting out on his way.

[Puck]

Truth be told this little game was maybe just a bit below the level of the Perfect Warrior, and he knew it. Casually he made his way towards the secondary complex that stood in the corner of the south-west walls. Standing two stories high the building was no mere power generator it also housed the entire security system controls, from there Derrik could watch all the other players, assuming he could get in.

Calmly the white grabbed mercenary headed towards the huge steel door, and knocked, one, twice, three times. he guards inside did not expect anyone and quickly scrambled to the door calling out, "Wh...Who is it?" Cowardly fools, of course there fear was well understandable as Derrik was not the kind of thief to tie someone up to tell the police later, no, when he went in no one came back out alive.

"Hey let me in it's my break," Derrik said in his best mocked voice. The foolish guards of course listened, the last mistake they would ever make. Judging from the work schedule Derrik hacked into on the internet he knew that there where exactly seven guards working the security system, hardly a challenge.

The door lifted open with an eerie creak just as Derrik's right arm blade extended with a satisfying shink. The first guard didn't even have a chance to react as his head fell to the floor courtesy the Perfect Assasin. His feet stepped silently into the room as the six left stared in complete awe, and fear.

One moved coming forward with his billy club, bad choice. Derrik grabbed the black weapon as it went towards him with his bare hand, and proceeded to break it in two, at the same time another of the foolish men came from behind his arm poised to strike. Quickly and efficiently the second man found himself launched into the first with a simple Judo technique, two bullet shoots later and they where both dead.

Pointing the silvery gun in his right hand Derrik fired two shots, that embedded themselves in another mans head, without even looking. Too easy, Derrik decided as he rushed forward stabbing one man in the stomach and pulling upwards cutting him nearly in half with a spray of blood. Turning quickly he stabbed yet another in the mouth killing him instantly with a bloody cough.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Three shots slammed into Derrik's back to no effect, turning around two more shots slammed into his chest cutting his shirt and nothing more. Cocking his head to the side he smiled sadistically as a bullet careened into his skull before falling to the ground with a clink. For a weapon of death it appeared ineffective.

Seconds later the man found himself on the ground a bullet safely in his brain. Returning his gun to his holster the blond haired murderer looked around, the building was basically a giant computer, all four walls where completely covered in monitors and the like, stretching all the way up too the roof. In the centre was a long pillar, most likely the power generator, but it had a chair, and key board attached to it, pointing to the outside, judging from the design it was used for the master controller allowing him to move up, down, and around to take a look at, and control, any of the equipment he wanted. Excellent.

Taking the Master seat Derrik smiled as he saw who he was up against on the large monitors, a strangely armored teen, an old man with a sword, a bitter man with high tech weaponry, and what appeared to be a cat person. With the click of a few button Derrik chuckled lightly as iron doors slammed shut in front of each of these men, causing them to recoil in surprise. Leaning towards a microphone Derrik's voice projected inside the large building for all to hear, "Welcome one and all, it seems the time has come and I am pleased to see such strong warriors taking this to heart. I have complete control over this entire complex, and I will be the one to decide how far you get, please enjoy your stay and don't die on me, I would like to kill each and every one of you with my own hands,"

OoC:...Ehh...It's not that good, but it is done.

[I)ragon11]

OoC: Pish posh. You assume J would allow himself to be caught on camera? =P

BiC: The tall young man couldn't help but grin. The fool on the intercom must have really thought of himself as invincible. He was far too sure of himself. That would be his downfall right there. Chances were someone would take him out before J even had to deal with his high and mightiness.

J smirked and shook his head. If the man in charge really did think the museums blast doors could hold everyone back, then... lets just hope he didn’t. For his own sake.

The armored man promptly tore a hole in the iron door and continued on his way. There was enough noise going on around him now that he wasn’t too worried about attracting attention, especially since he already had the heat signatures and could already pinpoint most, if not all of the competing bounty hunters.

In any case, J’s top priority right now was ensuring that the Hunters Ruby hadn’t up and walked off, or this whole thing would have been a complete waist of time. After a few short moments of dodging all forms of predated (from J’s point of view) security sensors and cameras, J was on the second story banister overlooking the grand prize. It was still there, housed in a metallic pillar that stretched all the way to the ceiling with a three-foot section of glass that reviled the grand jewel. All around it stood an assortment of display cases housing other various stones and precise artifacts.

J frowned slightly from underneath his visor. He wasn’t entirely in love with the idea of high-powered battles braking out at the expense of priceless ancient artifacts. But there was nothing to be done for it either. J wouldn’t put it past the other hunters if one of them knew where he was by now, and it no longer mattered. The time for the ultimate game of rugby was at hand.

Dropping down to the ground floor with a thud, J strolled up to the glass housing under the pillar, swung his claw and shattered the silly see-through wall.

... Or... not... Huh.

There glass housing was not even scratched. J stepped back, fired two plasma bolts into the reflective surface and slammed his claw into the glass with nearly full force. Still nothing. Nothing at all.

Well this isn’t part of the plan... J thought to himself as he glanced behind him. Someone had attempted to sneak up on him. Of course, the heads up display on the armored mans visor would never allow such a thing. Looks like this wasn’t ganna be a grab and go mission after all.

OoC: There’s no posting order... So everyone post as fast as you can!

[Zorolo]

The voice spoke and the bounty hunter shoved his hands into his pockets, laughing at the man's statement. "What a pompous jackass," Monroe stated as he placed his right hand on the grip of his revolver and looked around. "However, I'm trapped," the dark clad man stated lowly, quickly drawing his gun and pulling the trigger, blowing a hole through a camera. "However I'm bored and disinterested," the fighter stated as he holstered his gun and started walking.

The quick steps of the mercenary through the museum, looking for where that voice had come from. Every so often, the warrior managed to find simply metal shudders, cutting some areas off from others. It hadn't occurred until just that moment, but the dark clad man suddenly realized something. He wasn't the only person in here. This mission might not be so easy after all.

That one guy had complete control over the building from the central area, whereas there might be others around there. "This could suck," the modern fencer stated as he thought about it. "If I'm not the only person here, then that means there are people besides GOD in this place, maybe? Knowing my luck, that guy is some small, wimpy teenager trying to be funny. Even so, I'll kick his ass later. First, time to find this..." Monroe thought about what he was looking for for a little while as he walked on, and then stopped.

The bounty hunter had, in his anger, forgotten what he was looking for. "Well, doesn't matter. Just means I've got a fight on my hands. Time to get to work," the mercenary stated as he looked at one of the metal gratings that had fallen down to stop advancement. With a quick and powerful kick, the metal wall shook, but didn't quite break. "All right, be a bastard," the enhanced human stated as a green blade burst forwards and cut all manner of movements into the metal wall until it fell and the dark clad man moved forwards. "Time to get looking," the bounty hunter stated as he moved on.

[king daphnes]

Dybia heard this arrogant voice over the speakers, and all he could think was, "Well, this is much more interesting than a simple theft." Dybia pointed his blade towards a camera in the corner and blasted it with electricity, and overloading it. Dybia let out a sigh and said "but I guess getting the job done comes first."

Dybia started running down the hallway, only stopping to give any cameras he saw a jolt. Dybia could tell from the way it was phrased in the earlier message over the speakers that he wasn't the only one on this job. "I should hurry before I'm beat to it." He was feeling good, a lot better than he did outside. All that waiting made him feel stiff, but with things picking up he was feeling more awake.

Dybia came to one of the shut iron doors in the hall. "Yeah, like this will stop me" Dybia said walking up to the door and getting a good grip at the bottom, "Ok, 1...2...3!" Dybia ran the electricity through his body and into the door to fry anything electronic keeping it shut. With Dybia's body powered up he hefted it up enough to slip by, and he kept running down the hallway.

Dybia got suddenly annoyed when he quickly came to another shut door. "Ok, screw subtlety!" Dybia reared back getting ready to break down the door, and quickly started a flurry of punches that after about 20 hits finished the door. Just as Dybia walked over the destroyed door he heard another door being destroyed. "Well that's one way to go then." Dybia said taking off in that direction.