((Oy... This story seems to have stopped dead. I'm sorry if I killed it! *Sighs* Damn... It had such potential...))
OOC: It's not you, it's the lack of action. People like to fight. Handily explains why this thread sunk despite its RP potential and why my explosion heavy Coliseum is booming. *shrug* People.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
((Looked like Dollhouse and Julienne were actually starting something. Was trying to insert myself in what looked like a develpoing story but it went no-where. *shrug*))
The counter weight to colosieum failed
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((Looked like Dollhouse and Julienne were actually starting something. Was trying to insert myself in what looked like a develpoing story but it went no-where. *shrug*))
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(OOC -Yeah...I kinda got left hanging. No biggie: Julienne has a lot of RL stuff going on and is understandibly devoting her limited CoX time to playing the game. No worries...we team together all the time! 
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"And in this moment, I will not run.
It is my place to stand.
We few shall carry hope
Within our bloodied hands."
New Suit?
Check
New Sunglasses?
Check
Cash in wallet?
...Crud
Where did he go? The shouts and explosions were really loud now. Part of the building was on fire and several of the Freakshow were either lying on the floor leaking motor oil and bodily fluids or physically embedded into the plaster of the wall or ceiling.
M457ER FR34K3R was not having a good day. Neither was Gigawatt from the looks of it.
The Juicer Chief had, after all, come through the nearby wall face first.
DAMNITT WHERE ARE YOU?
Jeeze youre acting like this is some bad class Z horror flick pal. Chill out.
M457ER FR34K3R whipped around and saw the thing leaning up against the wall. It was blurry, and that was about all he could tell.
DIE!! The Freakshow tank charged the blur and fired a concussion grenade as if to emphasize his point.
Thats when he was hit in the face by a Mack Truck. Or at least it felt that way.
The massive body was then literally LIFTED off the floor by a blow to the jaw that snapped the metal casings that held part of his skull together. M457ER FR34K3R slammed into the fluorescent lights up above and then into the floor leaving a small crater where he landed.
The blur leaned over him and then suddenly was not a blur anymore.
Mr. Sonota does not LIKE it when chumps like you waltz out on their debts buddy boy. When people welsh on their debts like that it makes him upset, and then he calls people like me.
The man was dressed to the nines in a good looking charcoal gray and black suit. Probably Armani, but the dress shoes pressing into M457ER FR34K3Rs face were definitely Gucci.
Oh crap Dobermann.
Oh ya herd of me? Good then you know how this is gonna go. The man cracked his knuckles and then brushed his long white hair from his face. Even with his sunglasses on the dark gleam in his eyes was blatantly visible.
There was a sound like a pop followed by running liquid. Dobermann looked down and then back at M457ER FR34K3Rs face.
You seem to be leaking coolant at a rapid pace.
I can pay man! I can pay! Oh God
Dobermann snorted and then lifted the Freakshow tank up by the metal collar and hoisted him into the air. It was like watching an ant lift a rock. M457ER FR34K3R began to sob.
Oh you can PAY huh? And here I was gonna swing your sorry butt past Doc Buzzsaw and see how much I could get for recycling. Cough it up pal, with interest.
In one motion Dobermann swung M457ER FR34K3R to the floor HARD. The tank began to blubber but a containment chamber opened on his chest revealing almost 2 pounds of uncut diamonds.
You were the nitwits that hit the diamond exchange as well? Must be my lucky day. And whats this? Wow twenty grand in cash? Hasnt anyone told you its stupid to keep all your cash in one place?
Dobermann pocketed the goods and grinned at the wad of cash. That filled his wallet to be sure.
Now look boy. You pull this kinda crap with Mr. Sonota again and Ill be back. Dobermann suddenly kicked out hard and shattered one of M457ER FR34K3Rs mechanical legs. The tank went over like a house of cards screaming in pain.
Keep that in mind chump. Have a good day.
With that Dobermann cloaked once more and left the broken down warehouse.
On the way back to the Giza he did a quick bout of mental arithmetic and settled on the fee for this quick job. It was about 5Gs over his usual price, but since he found who had nabbed those diamonds as well as forced a payment of debt, Basse should have nothing to complain about.
As it was, the dropoff was quick and to the point. Basse wanted to offer another Job but Dobermann shook his head and patted his wallet with his payment, 15 grand total. Not bad for a quick days work.
You needed 15Gs to go to the D? Cripes man what the heck do you do there?
Dobermann grinned.
Advertise my man. Advertise. Ill take that Tsoo job when Im back but thats not gonna be for a while. Ill call ya.
Basse nodded and then took the envelopes with the diamonds while Dobermann left the Giza and went to access Pocket D. The mild warp was nothing new, and he smiled when he saw the bouncer inside the entrance.
Hey Terry hows tricks?
HEY! Its the D-man! Goin good pal. The bouncer by the St Martial door smiled as Dobermann passed by. You get me those tickets yet?
With a toss over his shoulder Dobermann passed an envelope to Terry without breaking his stride.
He didnt wait for Terry to open them; he could hear the mans excitement over the box seats for the next big concert by Johnny Sonota. Dobermann was too busy grinning at Malestera, his favorite Succubi hostess. She smiled back at him and shook her head before he could even open his mouth.
Dont even start hot stuff. You know the rules, Im not allowed to date patrons.
You wound me Mal. You cut me deep. All I was gonna ask was for a coffee.
Nix that idea then. Now you just get in there and enjoy yourself.
Id love to Mal but youll be out here.
She smirked at that and shook her head.
You know I cant Dobermann. Not unless
Yeah Yeah and trust me, Im working on it. Dobermann tapped his nose then and winked. Less said about it the better though. Later Mal!
With that Dobermann entered the lift and decended or was it ascended? He was never really sure. Regardless he entered the D.
The music was loud, the booze was flowing, the women were hot, and the action was intense.
God I love it here.
He wandered up the stairwell and over to the second story bar on the villain side. As far as he was concerned that distinction was a shaky philosophical playground at best. Hell, half the heroes he had met should have been named Captain Collateral Damage.
Heya D-man. You want the ususal?
Hey Sal whats up? Yeah, oh and I have a new box of my business cards for you.
Sal nodded while he mixed the Manhattan.
You still trolling for jobs Dobermann? With all you do Im surprised youre not rolling in bread.
Yeah well I lead an expensive lifestyle. Dobermann toasted his bartender and left a fifty for a tip. Besides, all the good business is here at the D, so even when I relax Im on duty. Life of a Fixer man life of a fixer.
He took a heavy pull from his cocktail and nodded in appreciation.
Besides you make the best damn Manhattans this side of New York.
He grinned to the bartender and then walked over to the balcony for a bit of people watching. The ultimate spectator sport at the D.