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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/25/2016 4:59:00 AM
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[b][i]Is it better to be born good, or overcome evil through great trial?[/i][/b]
The Dojo was stupid, Riley thought to herself. The fact it had just about every place she could ever want to go to was a plus, but that was about it. Every person there was either far too angsty or brooding for their own good; or just downright annoying.
Which was precisely why she was going back to Angel City, and taking Jackson with her. Both of them needed to have a good time..if they even knew how. She hoped it would come naturally when they went to a party or three. People with superpowers threw one hell of a party, that was for sure.
She was currently dressed in something that wasn't customary for her, but she was trying to blend in once she was there. It was a rather form fitting, black dress that accentuated whatever curves she had. There were a few, but nothing obnoxious. She was built like a runner. Or rather, an assassin. Slight and lithe, graceful in every movement. The dress was fairly modest, coming down to her knee and only showing a small amount of her cleavage; matching with blue pumps that were the same shade as her hair. Around her throat, was Kyr's silver necklace that had three shooting stars at the end of the glittering chain. Other than that, she wore no makeup, rings, this was her. As normal as possible. And it felt weird as hell.
For once in her life, she didn't have her sword(s) on her. She did have a knife strapped to her thigh though..
Once an assassin, always an assassin.
She grabbed the backpack off her bed that held spare clothes, money, her phone, the necessities. She was curious to see if Wolfe waltzed out in armor..she'd probably laugh her ass off. With the Gypsies gone, Angel City was pretty safe, for the most part.
She walked out the courts of the Dojo and to the small clearing they'd agreed on, and waited for Jackson.
(Wolfe.)
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Overcome evil.
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[i]Wolfe approached silently, an old leather jacket over a black business shirt, a pair of dark jeans and an old pair of cowboy boots. While she couldn't see it, his magnum was in a shoulder holster on his left, his Bowie on the opposing side in its sheathe. He'd figured the armor was overkill, and standing out wasn't the best idea. Riley'd probably be more happy to actually see him instead of his father's mask. [/i]
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[i] Riley looked at him, a bemused look on her face. So he did own clothing that wasn't combat pants and exo-armor.[/i] "Ya know, you're pretty cute, you'd never guess it considering the mask all the time." [i] She says, a hint of a grin tugging at her lips. She enjoyed teasing him far too much. [/i]
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Cute doesn't stop bullets. [i]He said, a hint of smile on the corner of his lips. [/i] But it's a little hard to blend in with civvies in an exo.
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[i] She rolled her eyes.[/i] "Maybe you'll get lucky and it's a female shooter. Then she'll find you cute enough to not shoot." [i] She smiled and straightened the dress around her torso and hips. She knew Wolfe would be armed, even if she couldn't see the weapons. [/i]
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So... you ready to get going? [i]He asked, scratching the back of his head, awkwardly.[/i]
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"Yeah. I was waiting on you, teleportation boy." [i] She says, looping her arm through his and laughing.[/i]
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Well, it's more the tech than me. [i]He said, pulling out a phone and imputing some information, before they teleported, leaving the Dojo behind, and appearing in Angel City.[/i]
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[i] The first thing Jackson noticed, was the fact it was more like a normal city now, instead of being separated by concentric rings. They'd appeared in some kind of downtown area by the looks of it, the traffic, pedestrians, and the overall loud noise. It wasn't a ghost town anymore, but was actually inhabited unlike last time. It was akin to New York, in structure with the tall skyscrapers and bustling of people.[/i] "You'd be surprised the kind of remodeling people with telekinesis and the power to move the earth can do."
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Yeah... This isn't what I remember at all. [i]He remarked. He was awestruck by how quickly it had all been rebuilt, changed and restored to a proper city. While he was by no means a city boy, he did find them fascinating. So much noise, so much to do, so lively. It reminded him of trips he had taken when he was younger, trips to Washington D.C. with school, trips to see family in Raleigh, and trips to London with Clarkson. It never lost its allure, the bright lights and the people.[/i]
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"Just don't kill someone if they try and pick your pocket, that happens a lot around here." [i] She says with a chuckle, beginning to walk down the street. It was night there, probably near ten or eleven, and the city was as active as if it was the afternoon.[/i]
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Look, I may not have been raised in a city but I'm not one to carry things in my back pocket. [i]He said, chuckling.[/i] [i]He followed her, carrying on conversation.[/i] How long did it take the city to recover?
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"After Conduit, Lodestone, and Steelheart were dead?" [i] She looks at him, and off to a skyscraper in the distance. One that towered above the rest by a decent margin.[/i] "6 months. There are a lot of Powered people here, but they were being oppressed by the Gypsies. They didn't what anyone challenging their power. But once they could use it freely," [i] She sweeps her arms around.[/i] "People with metal manipulation, hydrokinesis, telekinesis, plant growth powers, you name it. They remodeled the thing after working day and night. If all those people had come together to fight the Gypsies when they'd come to power..they would've never been Tyrants in the first place."
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[spoiler]>steelheart >metal manipulation >igetthatreference.png >triggered [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]<3[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]wat[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Steelheart was this super villain in a book who could manipulate metal and stuff. It's a good book, and a good series. [/spoiler]
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Christ, if only they had people like that back home... they're still picking up the pieces in Dubai, in England, France, Germany, China, Japan, hell, even California. [i]Then again, he thought, this city had not seen the same destruction that most in his world had during the Third World War.[/i]
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"Yeah..I suppose it's not really their fault. While an army of them might've killed Conduit and Lodestone..no one in this city could kill Steelheart. It was physically impossible." [i] But she did..so how, if it was so impossible? They took a left turn, crossing a street in a less civilized manner than most. Instead of pressing the crosswalk signal button, Riley simply ran and weaved through traffic with a yell of delight. She was an odd one..[/i]
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[i]He followed after her, keeping up fairly easily. Tracking was a specialty of his, thanks to Clarkson. Pursuit was made even easier when you weren't attempting to blend in all the time, either. Catching up to her, he spoke.[/i] So if this person was unkillable, how'd you manage it? [i]He asked, curiosity getting the best of him. [/i]
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"Steelheart was the unofficial leader of the trio. All Powered people have one specific weakness that shuts down their power. I didn't know Lodestone's and Conduit's, but that was okay because none of their powers involved invulnerability. I stabbed them, and they died." [i]She shakes her hair out as they took another turn, down a street that had loud music emanating from basically everywhere.[/i] "People have shot tank shells at Steelheart and he laughed. He was invulnerable, on top of being able to fly, shoot concussive energy blasts, and turn things to steel." "So ever since he got here, he put out as much propaganda and rumors about him. People feared him, were terrified of him. You wanna know why, when I relieved his head from his shoulder, that I actually cut him?"
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[i]Rumors and propaganda were powerful weapons, often more dangerous than even an army. Mussolini used it, Stalin used it, Hitler and Goebbels mastered it. Propaganda instilled fear. It instilled obedience unrivaled. To the enemy, it demoralized them. Even Jackson's father had made use of the rumors going around about him. Jackson himself did. He was the ghost of a dead man for some time, the Vengeful Son. Fear changed people, made them easier to break, easier to conquer. For the tyrants of this city to use it was typical, but intelligent.[/i] Of course I'm interested. I didn't come out here for cliffhangers. [i]he replied, a hint of a smile at the edge of his mouth.[/i]
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"Because I didn't fear him." [i] She says, looking at him with a smile.[/i] "His invulnerability was his prime power, and he could only be hurt by someone who didn't fear him. And within a city that he'd instilled fear into via murdering thousands and rumors and propaganda, who could hurt him?" "Someone who doesn't fear anyone."
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Man of Steel's always got his Kryptonite. [i]He replied. Chances were she'd not get the reference, but that was alright. He'd have to educate her on pop culture from his world, and probably give her a few history lessons. She'd probably see a lot of parallels between the Tyrants and the European dictators of the Twentieth Century. [/i]
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"And I make a great kryptonite. Whatever that means." [i] She says with a grin, as they approached a building that had music pulsating from it, vibrating the walls and giving off the overall vibe of a club. Bouncers lined the entrance, where there was an enormous line out front packed with people. [/i]
