Pistol_EU

This is an open roleplay thread that anyone can join. It focuses on, but not limited to, the funeral service, procession and burial of Pious Michael Hunter, aka The Priest. This thread begins a week ahead of February 7th to avoid character and time delay. In-character wise, invitations have been forwarded to all members of the heroing community who wish to pay respect to his passing. I'll start it off and I'll also be moving it along until the end. Enjoy.

Sunday, February 7th. 6:00 AM.

Reverend Dee Ann Klapp was already up and about the vicarage by the time the bells were rung. She was always very organised and systematically ran through the day in her mind. From the Funeral Mass to the Rite of Committal. Secretly, she looked forward to the latter, some of the heroes from the Freedom Phalanx had RSVP'd and she looked forward to meeting them all, especially Ms. Liberty. She collected her things together and left for Moth Cathedral, just across the yard. Clutched tightly in her chubby hands was a copy of the Funeral Programme, the same one that had been distributed to the people of Paragon City.

A shady looking man aproached Pistol on the streets of Etoile Isles. "Pistol? Yeah! Yeah, I recognise you from a mile away. Listen, I gotta spread the word. Players are meeting up under the Mercy Island clocktower. Saturday 9th, 8PM. Be there or be square! Trust me, this sh*t is big. You will not wanna miss the pre-fight drama! I'm outta here, see ya!"

"Idiot" Pistol spat "I know about the war. I'm one of the forces behind it!"

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More! More! I want to read more! Nice story, Pious. By the way, how did you make it all? It's really neat!

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A year later and here is more! Pious just finished #2 of the graphic novel, readable from the Union Wiki. Enjoy.

PRIEST: Adventures of Pious Hunter #2. (266)

After some digging (just searched 'demon hunter') it turns out that the millenarian warrior Tenshi Yami is not only second champion of the Gladiator show but also a Nephilim with a history of demon hunting like the Priest.

And by my records, our reigning champion Freddie Femur remains undefeated with six victories to date. Close by are Baked Potato and Tenshi Yami with three victories and also Obsedian Dream, Casandra Zero, Holly Steel, Warscythe and Planewalker Kin are climbing towards recognition with two victories so far.

Obsidian Dream

Infinitron

Jess

Glare

Pyro Raven

Cassandra. Zero

Lord Darvek

Coile

Stormrise

Leandrea

Sword of Redemption

Battle Unit Omega

Tenshi Yami

Autumnfox

Skulltipped

Molly.EXE

Freddie Femur

Sanguine Petal

Lady Arete

Walter Steamworth

Elemental Spirit

Pious Hunter

Holly Steel

Emerald Archer

Underthrow

Rumour

Ashenheart

Healing Mei

Warplocke

Big Lunk

Headliner (aka Laugh Riot)

Samuel D'Brant

Justicar Savage

Caroline Amalay

Patsy Crusher

Censorship

Headbreaker

Extremist

Warscythe

Baked Potato

Planewalker Kin

Elkei of the Abyss

Willow de Vine

Doctor Desecrator

Obscure

Tarana

Velen Snowdrop

Clock Patience

Bassai

Tormentress

Chrissie Flames

Wolf Child

Jenny Shadowe

Raven

"Me and a lot of friends are running a project to change the world. My friends and I are part of a global network of a higher authority and we make up roughly a quarter of the planet's population. Our project is a sort of mass healing and a misunderstood arsonist like yourself would be a great asset. So, I think you should join us" said Pistol, a calm grin playing on her face. "Besides Mister Flame, what better purpose do you have with your time?"

((A vengeful anti-authority superhuman filled with hatred. Perfect for the Illuminati and the Gang has vacancies for mass arsonists if you want to join? I also like the character concept a lot, are you new to Union Roleplay?))

A beautiful young woman dressed in a long black cloak stepped out from the shadows behind the angry man. "Hello Flame" she uttered, her voice sharp and deadly as a blade, her Italian-American accent showing through her dialogue. "I couldn't help but over-hear your villainous monologue. You're a very interesting story but I must warn you, thinking out loud, revealing personal information like that in public, it'll only get you killed in this world of crime. That aside, its also a cheap story telling device. Nevertheless, I have a business proposition that you simply shouldn't refuse Mister Flame. Do you understand me?" she asked, speaking slowly and softly.

Alright videos are now up on YouTube. Boy oh boy, these fights are sizzling hot!

"We'll need to test your combat skills. Friendly spar in the Arena?" asked Pistol. "We can talk more about my reputation en route to Port Oakes"

"My name is Alicia Barzini, cousin to the Marcone. People in my circles call me Pistol. Take the pill now Adams, and welcome to the Illuminati" said Pistol. "Have you ever heard the expression 'you never truly know a person until you've fought?'"

"An elite agent such as yourself would earn two million dollars upon each successful mission. We understand the value of our assets' lives you know" said Pistol, offering a handshake to her new associate.

"Good to hear" said Pistol, allowing herself to enjoy the wine. "I won't waste your time, so this is it; my company operates in secret to heal the world and by 'world' I mean the universe, not just Earth. There are a lot of world powers involved with us and what we do is often resisted by super-powered heroes, albeit misguided, so in some ways we're villains, villains with a good cause. Exactly what we do I cannot proceed to disclose, without having to kill you." Pistol then produces two pills, a red one and a blue one, and offers her hands to Ms Adams. "The blue pill will without side-effects erase your memory of me and our conversations since this afternoon. The red pill is a location transmitter. If you're interested in joining my company, to help secure the future of this world, to save it from its impending self-destruction..." Pistol lowered her voice. "...then take the red pill as a token of mutual trust, otherwise take the blue pill and I'll leave." The lady fixed an intense gaze upon the assassin, watching for her reaction.

Later that evening at El Salvadore's Fish Restaurant...

Lady Pistol entered the restaurant, her feet sweeping across the carpet gracefully. She looked around for the woman she'd spoken to in Grandville.

"How do you feel about the Arachnos Government and what is your stance on world politics today?" asked Pistol, ignoring Adams's question.

Pistol emerged slowly from the shadows. "You've been recommended by the powers that be as a potential asset to my company. I'd like to talk business."

Pistol waited patiently above the Arachnos base, watching closely for her target. Minutes later, someone matching the filed description emerged from a tunnel gate. Quickly, Pistol landed and positioned herself ahead of her path. In the unlit area, shadows enveloped the cloaked lady, smoke from the tunnels highlighting her silhouette. She appeared eery and mysterious, her voice sharp and intriguing as she uttered the word "Adams".

Pistol flew through the dimensional portals and emerged back in her home world marked Union 22-1. The hole had been conveniently positioned in the skies above Grandville. She quietly looked around for a safe spot to land. She produced Emperor Gar's list and say the name Ms. Adams, an Arachnos affiliated assassin.

Pistol collected the list of names and made her excuses to leave. "Thank you Emperor" she said curtiously, "If you'll excuse me, I'll leave you now to deal with your crisis."

"Good. Make sure she's dealt with, appropriately" Pistol threatened. "On to more pressing matters, the Upper Echelon have tasked me to spearhead the recruitment phase. The Illuminati needs people who care about the world, who are willing to go to drastic measures and beyond, to change it. We don't just need powerful allies but also a number of footsoldiers, muscle men who can keep their mouths shut. I don't know how familiar you are with my Earth dimension Emperor, but do you know anyone back there, fitting these job descriptions?"

"Why not" said Pistol. "While we're discussing motives, let me question your involvement with my clone's recent endeavours with the Marcone Family. Have you any control over her?"

"I know about the Illuminati and I know you're part of the Upper Echelon" said Pistol, enjoying the surprise shift in status quo. "They recruited me just weeks ago after my miraculous resurrection. As you can imagine, I had a lot to answer for. They had a lot of questions about the Priest, about Dark Pistol and the League of Righteous Destroyers. I decided to tell them the truth, that a demon in my form was working on my behalf while I secretly fashioned my escape from death, that I was no longer associated with the LoRD's. So you see, Emperor, I know exactly why I am here, but do you?" she asked cockily.

"Emperor Tyrone" said Pistol. "You're the version who built a clone from my corpse, right?"

Pistol sped through the Portal Corps lobby security defences, up the elevators, through the brightly lit corridors and into the portal control room. She commandeered a station with practised ease and at the right moment, she produced a small metallic device which tricked the computers to identify her as the Statesman. Minutes later Pistol's enhanced kinetic energy had withered back to normal. The dimensional portal however, shot to life, vibrating the ground with all its power. Pistol wasted no time in charging in. Displayed on the computer screens was the message, 'Destination: Omega Devogon 27-3. Portal Closing in T-minus 6 seconds and counting'.

Annoyed by the hypersensitive animal, Pistol followed through with the momentum of the throw and somersaulted backward onto her feet. When she landed she had gained superb kinetic speed, siphoned from her foe. Without hesitation she focused a blast of bladed icicles directly at the animal and then she was gone.

((Note: Global Healing is intended to be an ongoing community plot by the soon-to-assemble Lords of Destruction. At this stage only those invited can participate. See World Villains thread for discussion.))

Chapter One: Portal Corps

Alicia Barzini stood atop of her building in Nerva Archipelago, running her plan through her mind over and over. She hoped with all her might, to meet little resistance once at her destination. The last time she had tried this mission, almost two years ago, it lead to her death. However, she was even more capable now than ever, having outsmarted courts of hell-spawns, cheated death and escaped eternal damnation.

With delicate grace, she fluttered into the skies, her long black dress trailing through the dark clouds. The journey wasn't long, she'd arrived at Paragon City quite quickly, undetected. She proceeded to land on Peregrine Island, in the courtyards of Portal Corps. Despite her calm approach, nearby Police Drones honed in on her movements. She knew that an evening rumble with trigger-happy policemen and bigoted super-powered heroes would be counter-productive so she tried to remain undetected, hiding her face from passer-bys and machines. However, the police drone's face-recognition software was acute.

In an instant it had alerted local enforcements of her presence, an intruder on Portal Corps property. Pistol; known terrorist, presumed dead, threat level 52, super-powered, nuclear and highly dangerous. All the information stored on police database, disbursed to high-clearance heroes in the vicinity. The stealth game was over. Energy relocation beams fired towards her with deadly accuracy. She had no other choice. With an angry wave of her hands, moisture in the air froze into a solid shield of ice, deflecting the Police Drone's beams straight back at them. She hurriedly fought back, desperate to get inside the building before the capes respond.