Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-5426254-20160521222232

''Part 1 of ... yeah I'll try to keep my turn as short as possible. This time, I brought my NPCs - try and spot the references. Have fun! -GL'' - Earlier

"Tell me something."

Marisol was prepping for the retrieval when some of her men came up with an idea.

"Why all this? Why do we need all these heavy weapons? I thought it was just a simple mission to pick up Barnes, not start a war!"

"With all due respect, Boss," they replied, "... we don't know how badly he's gotten himself into. With all the chaos in the Funhouse, they'll probably send in the Atlesian SWAT, maybe the army if we're lucky."

They raised a valid point. There was no telling how much resistance they would encounter when they entered the nightclub. It was wise to prepare for the worst - and then some.

Besides, she could tell that the men on the gray van were that of Barnes - the cheap missile used in an attempt to dispatch a girl in a cartoon hoodie was a telltale sign of his stinginess. The incident, had made it on the VNN as she watched the report last night. While it was only a matter of time, she never expected the situation to go south that soon.

"Alright. But we only use them when they shoot at us first."

The explosion rocked the nightclub as the bullet detonated with all of the remaining energy that Donnie gave it. And with it, Vert was sprawling on the floor as the younger Barnes panted heavily.

That'll show him, Donnie thought as he limped his way forward, his tanto pointed at him, ready for the kill. He had contemplated leaving him there, but he surmised that if Donnie still had Aura, so did he. It would be too much of a risk, a liability to leave him there and potentially have to face him again, trying to stop him from killing all his men.

And while Donnie moved as fast as he possibly could, putting in his best effort to finish it quickly, his body was too tired to adequately respond, slowing him down.

Of course, he was shoved aside in favor for Lupin, who proceeded to pummel him into the ground. But the time spent gave the green-haired boy time to think, and look for a solution.

That is, until voices popped up in his head.

"Are you really here to protect the innocent? Or are you here to enforce your sense of justice?", echoed the voice of Oliver Browning, long ago.

"What are you doing here? Shut up!"

"Heh. Look at it. For all your talk about justice, I see none of it today. For all your pledges of protecting the innocent, I see them unfulfilled. You could be saving all the kids in the Funhouse right now, but nooo, you just had to follow your anger and go after Barnes!"

"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!"

"Looks like I was right, wasn't I?", came the taunting voice of Platinum Roads.

"FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!"

"You really are on a path of self-destruction, aren't you? This is exactly what you deserve. You brought it, the consequences of your own actions, upon yourself."

"Expect no sympathy from me, nor anyone of us, for that matter. I hope you die, and that your megalomanical dreams of justice die with you. Because I'll be more than happy to piss on your grave six feet underground once you do."

He saw the visions of the Huntsman that he respected, Professor Robin Daniels-Kreutznauer, shaking his head in disgust, turning back and walking away. He saw the crew of the show do the same, and the remaining escorts jeer at him.

He saw the sadistic smiles of his so-called parents, laughing away as he saw others burn. He saw Barnes drop a dunce cap on his head, recalling his words as he incited the world to mock him.

"Take a look, everyone! The man who promised his partner, Zhu-li Castellan, that he would do this thing with everyone! Look how this man, this self-righteous hypocrite, abandoned them in their time of need! All he cares about is bloodshed and vengeance! He's not into justice at all!"

"And now look at him! He said he would kill me, and every one of my guys! But he can't do it! He can't even beat up a little kid like me! What a joke! How does it feel, punk? You've been humiliated and are about to die on the hands of a 13-year old! How pathetic!"

Lupin even managed to get in on the "fun" with a few lines of his own.

"Shoot first and ask questions later, eh? For what I've done, you lot managed to kill off many lads, without even so much as a bloody warning! Coming from a bloke like me, that's fuckin' disgusting!"

He mentally growled in his head as he heard a final voice, the voice of a civilian that he saved in a village, after his supposed "enlightenment", the one who pitied him, the one he could not bring himself to punish back when he was much younger.

"You're not a monster! Please, don't do this! I believe in you!"

The sound of a baby's cry rattled his brain, as his mind underwent an emotional meltdown.

"ENOUGH!" - The fighting began as Cyzarine mowed down some of the lower-tier henchmen, running to find the children that belonged to her family's orphanages.

And chasing towards her were groups of mercenaries and really-pissed off audience members inside the Funhouse.

Darah, The Bloody Fist, was not happy. He was a longtime supporter of the Funhouse and all it had to offer, placing his bets as well. He picked up his machete and planned to go after the punk clad in black -

- if it weren't for the woman masked in white that interfered with his revenge.

"Out of my way," the scraggly bearded, sloppily dressed man barked in a gravelly voice.

"And you should stay out of MY way," she replied.

The two tensed up, ready to fight. And Darah saw that he wasn't the only one looking for a fight.

There was Tong, a well-dressed businessman who was a patron of the games and was on the verge with making a deal with Barnes. "Shiro" and "Kuro" were two brothers, who were skilled in assassination. Among them was a kid with a baseball bat, and a girl with two hammers.

They were hungry for kills, just as Memories and Darah began their duel. His ferocious swings were matched by the defensive poses of the masked girl with Retriever.

"Alright then ... you're mine." -- As Donnie slowly walked towards him, Vert heard a ringtone from his Scroll.

"Hello?"

"Jacobs! You alright, kid?"

"I'm alright, Detective Moore," he replied weakly. "Just ... a little occupied. Where are you guys?"

"We're moving in! We've finished setting up a perimeter! We'll be with you shortly!"

"Aww, that's cute," Donnie taunted. "Any last words?"

"Yeah," he replied. "How exactly did you two become more morally superior than I am?"

"Come again?"

"What made your actions better than mine? How about you start from the very beginning on who you really are, what it is you did, and why you claim to be soooo better than me?"

Donnie was intrigued, but nevertheless giddy on how he would lecture Vert on why he was in part, more righteous than the punk that tried to kill his men - before sending him to the afterlife.

"Gladly. As the son of Donovan Barnes Sr, I, Junior Barnes, AKA Donnie The Kid, am better than this hotshot right here, and I'll explain why. It's no secret that I'd love to off my short-sighted, incompetent old man, and take his place, as a more efficient manager. I'll admit, we kidnapped all those children in the past few days. But, being the gentlemen that we are, we gave them a fighting chance to survive. Unlike this asshole right here, who just assumes the worst-case scenario."

"Don't forget me, you little shit," Lupin interjected. "I may go around roamin' these streets with the gangs around ere', but all I wanted to do was to play some poker! Instead, I have to deal with someone like you just to get some peace and quiet in this building! Compared to what I've bloody done, that's low, even for the vigilante bizzies!"

"Sure, we're the so-called villains here, but this psychopath just loves to murder people at the first thing he sees! Hell, not even all the kiddie champs in our little Funhouse can top his record at just about every single person in the building! Hell, he'd make a great gladiator, if he hadn't worked against us. Shame about the preachy fanaticism, though."

As Donnie continued, Vert smiled, for he had a surprise that the Kid should have seen coming.

"You know, I wasn't kidding when I told you how you were the world's most righteous serial-killer. So how does that make you feel, hmm? It's humiliating, isn't it? Is this exactly what you wanted?"

"Well, I can say you've done more for me and my partners than you'd think!"

To his horror, Donnie recognized that certain apps on his Scroll were left running on.

"Got it, Moore?"

"Got it, Jacobs. Take care."

"SPEAKER PHONE!? SONNUVABITCH!"

But before he could do anything, Vert smacked him at the legs, causing him to go off-balance and toppling his stance, sending him falling to the floor.

As the mobster got back up, Vert called to the DJ.

"Hey! Let's change the vibe in here! Anything good for an asskicking?"