Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-26571677-20160209211941

“I've come to use the main office area.” said a man, dressed in black. “Aw yeah bruv? On whose authority?” a punk replied. “My own” Moments later, the young man flew across the street, smashing into a market stall filled with multiple types of tofu. Having broken two bones in his body, and also suffering from multiple fractures, he still thought it prudent to yell out, “Run! Conduits!” He promptly blacked out, the next time he’d wake, would be in a jail cell. `````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` The man in black put down his suitcase, and awaited the arrival of his trooper, nine of them, if he wasn’t mistaken. He watched each and every one of them walk, fly, and smash their way in, smiling underneath his mask of apathy. When the room was filled, he put down his suitcase, and started to talk in a harsh, torn voice. “The D.U.P has called us many things since we were born, risen from the ashes of our previous world. Militants. Rebels. Extremists…Bio-terrorists. But I stand before you fine people here today as a leader and a father. But most importantly, I am someone who yearns to live a normal life. A life where I don’t feel fear for my family every time I see a D.U.P checkpoint.” “I’m sure many of you have felt this yearning at least once as well. That’s why “Anomaly” lives, that’s why we fight, day by bloody day. Now, after three years, we’re ready. Ready to start a chain of events that will bring back our rights, ready to show conduits in hiding, that all is not lost. Ready, to end the suffering that has been wrought upon us for so many years.” “I’ve called you all here today to tell you about the latest operation, ‘Operation Conduit’s Grace’. We’re going to take out Curdun Cay.” With that, he carefully withdrew multiple Nokia phones. “I’ll use these to contact you about the mission. They’re paid for by bitcoins, and use…very old tech. They’ll feel like bricks, but it’s the only way you’ll ever get to me until the mission’s ended again.” “If you’re scared, I don’t blame you, that place in the mountaintops of Mistral’s been gaining a reputation for experimentation on conduits, and multiple executions. You might even have to face…artificial conduits. There’s no guarantee you’ll survive” He turned away from the table, where 10 phones were currently positioned “I initially went against the thought of bringing so many f you in, but desperate times call for desperate measures. If you aren’t going to participate, leave the phone on the table, and walk away.” He pushed a part of the venetian blind away, looking outside at the large trucks that now surrounded the area, from which a large wave of Troopers and Bishops poured out. “Make up your mind quickly, you don’t have much time.” The only thing left of his presence was a faint scent of smoke, and a small wisp of red and black. `````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` Valka walked with large steps to the table, and grabbed a phone, grimacing at its weight. She stuffed it into one of her pouches, and used her semblance to teleport outside, leaving a trail of white mist. She stopped smack-bang in the middle of the air, gliding, her dress billowing around her legs. She saw the soldier’s outside, already making walls using their brethren, and felt a large surge of disgust. No-one knew how the concrete-wielding abominations were made, but it couldn’t be in any good way. Valka faced downwards, and used her semblance again, zooming towards the ground. When she landed, there was an enormous explosion of jagged ice, which blew away five of them. The others had quick reflexes, and tightened their trigger fingers, letting out a stream of bullets. Those same bullets never reached their targets, as they froze in midair. The trail that had grabbed them and stopped the projectiles followed the same path of the bullets at an incredible speed. When they reached their target the one who had fired on Valka, it encased the man in ice. This happened to four others as well, all at the same time. They had begun to surround the Goth girl, firing from all angles. She couldn’t hold off this many at once. Priming herself, she flung her arms out, smothering the area with a freezing vapour. She pulled out Doppler, and activated the lightning Dust. As if possessed, the moment the electricity touched the icy air, the mist contracted, subliming into solid ice wherever it could find a hold. Within moments, everywhere around her in a 10 metre diameter has an icy sheet over them. Scattered around were large, living sculptures of soldiers encased in permafrost. Their eyes could only look straight ahead as she walked away from the alley and into the street, black stilettos clicking on the hard, concrete floor, and the strange blue tattoo on the side of her eye shining. 