This is a weekly article, delivered to you every Wednesday. These articles are intended to be a fun exercise as well as a good resource for role-players to explore Character Development so please feel free to post your own characters reaction to the weekly prompt. Your character is given a second chance, what would they do with it?
((Okay my next prompt. I told Lady C I would do these and I will. I hope some are enjoying them.
This story is about the personality that got removed from Seer Taboo and what she's doing with her second chance.))
The blond woman walked down the wooden planks that cover the docks in Cap Au Diable, a rather nasty bit of work in the Rogue Isles. Walked, wasn't quite right though, she more stalked along them, her high heeled boots making a very audible clunk, as if each step was a statement. She was dressed all in black, not an unfamiliar sight in the isles, black trench coat, leather flowed behind her like a cape, black pants, tight black tank top shirt, and of course, the aforementioned black boots. Her eyes were hidden by and expensive pair of designer sunglasses, and concealed under the tailored coat were a pair of modified desert eagles, complete with laser sights. She was in the area near The Devil's Coattails, a tailor shop that also specialized in some rather questionable plastic surgery, mostly to disguise underworld figures. People stepped aside, you didn't live long in the Isles if you couldn't distinguish the dangerous predators from the pretenders. This one was pure predator. Her name, Amanda Winters, and she was a woman on a mission. She had been, until very recently a semi-docile passenger within the mind of a heroine by the name of Seer Taboo. Now that she was extracted from the simpering girl she had some living to get back to. And the Rogue Isles were just her style. She had used her own mind to subtly influence the young woman to track down the source of some of the drug traffic that came into Paragon City. Now that she was free, she took back up the hunt that Seer Taboo had abandoned. Her target, an underboss of the Marconi Family by the name of Scarletti, Mario Scarletti. He was on the run from someone, Arachnos from what the rumors she'd been able to gather. She didn't care, he was her link to the source of 'Dyne that came into Paragon, and she needed that source. Trouble was, at this point, she wasn't exactly sure what she was going to do with it. Time was, when she was an up and comer in the Syndicate, she'd run drugs, protection, and even some hits. That wasn't her anymore, or at least it didn't have to be. But, what other life could she lead? Its what she knew, how she'd lived. She entered the run down building that housed what were called the Facemakers. Clad all in black leather with buckles and masks, the place had an aroma between blood and bleach. Half sterile, half back alley doctor. Most people didn't really want to be recognized, so they showed her their backs, or leaned back into shadows. That was okay, she didn't need to see faces. Her blue eyes turned crimson behind her dark shades as a leather clad girl approached her, her face was bare, a sick version of a nurse in this establishment.
"May I help you miss?" she asked curtly, standing between Amanda and the hallway that led further into the building.
"Looking for Scarletti." she said simply and then proceeded to read the young girls mind. He was in the room in the back, furthest one on the left.
"I'm sorry we don't..." she began but was pushed aside by Amanda's mind, a telekinetic thrust that sent her into the far wall. She shouted "ummph!" as she hit and lay still.
Amanda didn't need to turn around, she heard the sound of chairs moved across floor, people standing up and most moving to the exits, only 3 stayed. Bodyguards or just people who believed they were tougher or meaner then she was.
"Yo babe!" one of those with more muscles then brains called out behind her. "Dis ain't no cheap joint that you can jus' come in and throw yer weight around in, you get me?"
"Don't" was all Amanda said in response.
He wasn't the real threat, the other two, one who was remaining both quiet and moving with an almost gliding motion to her left, he was dressed in all black, a mask concealed his face and a short bladed sword was on his back. The other man hovered off the floor about 2 feet, a long cape billowing out behind him, he was dressed in metallic blue armor and the sound of electricity crackling about his hands. Muscles however, was just coming right at her, his meaty hands reaching out to grab her. She waited and then spun on her heels, moving to the left and ducking under Muscles grasp. She pulled her desert eagles as she did so and placed two shots directly into the Mr. Silent before he had taken another step. Her attack surprised him as he thought she would deal with one of the two obvious threats. He went down, he sword on his back still in its sheath. The man with the cape smirked and sent a cascade of lightning her way. She ducked back behind muscles, but the other one didn't seem to care about him either. Amanda gritted her teeth as both she and muscles were engulfed by the electrical blast. Fortunately muscles took the brunt of the electrical blast. Amanda was up and moving again even as another blast hit the area where she had been. She leveled one of her pistols and fired at the man in the cape, it proved ineffective as the bullet got caught in the electrical field and lost its momentum. She cursed under her breath and he switched his attention to her. She stared him down, keeping her pistols firing at him, but with the same result. She also kept on the move, trying to stay ahead of the burst of electricity. She saw the far wall coming up quickly and knew she was running out of room. She stopped and the man in the cape gave an very self satisfied grin as he hovered before her.
"Outta room I see." he sneered.
"Don't need it." she said back and ducked.
He gave her a strange look right before the impact in his back. Apparently muscles didn't appreciate the charged lightning bolts being tossed his way. The man in the cape smashed into the wall directly above Amanda's head, broke through and landed with a splash outside, just beyond the wooden walkway behind the building. Now muscles was staring down at Amanda as she crouched below the hole, a feral grin on his face. He cracked his knuckle.
"Well babe, looks like its you an' me." he said with satisfaction. "An' don't bother wit' yer pea shooters. I'm every bit as tough as I look sweet cheeks."
"I said don't." she repeated her earlier statement. Taking the moment to stand, her guns still in her hands.
"Don't what?" he asked simply.
"Don't. Call. Me. Babe!" she emphasized each word and shouted the last and released a wave of psychic energy directly at muscles adding a telekinetic push.
He flew back the other way, landing in a heap against the far wall, a blank expression on his face, overall an improvement Amanda thought. Amanda walked calmly into the back of the building, in the room were several worn medical supplies, gurneys, dividers with stained green cloth and sitting calmly in a chair, Mario Scarletti. Behind him, off to the left was one of the facemakers, her leather clad form cringing in fear.
"My, my aren't you the tenacious one?" Scarletti said calmly, a drink in his hand.
"I have questions." Amanda said, a cold note in her voice. "You current state of health depends largely on how these questions are answered." She raised one of her desert eagles and pointed it directly at him, its laser site a small red dot in the middle of his forehead.
"You can't kill me or you lead dries up and you have to start all over again from scratch." he sneered at her, still sitting down now wearing a smug expression. "So, lets discuss how much this is worth to you Ms. Winters."
The blond haired woman raised an eyebrow, her arm still straight out.
"Oh don't be surprised Ms. Winters." he said, still sitting, still smug, "I have contacts in Paragon, it wasn't too hard to find out your origins, or who used to be pursuing the source of the 'Dyne. Now, please put the gun down and lets discuss this like civilized people."
She continued to stare at him, her arm never wavering her gaze cold, unfeeling.
"I will ask one more time." she finally said in her hard voice, low husky without a hint of compassion in it. "Who is your source? Who do you get the 'Dyne that you send into Paragon from?"
The direct question was a trick that Amanda had learned in her time inside of Seer Taboo's head. It brought to the surface the answers a telepath was looking for. This was no exception The next link in the chain was exposed and Amanda had her answer. Still, she waited, staring him down. Seeing if he was going to trick her.
"Look you dumb broad..." he began, but he was cut off when Amanda pulled the trigger and the desert eagle roared.
"Don't call me broad." she said through gritted teeth.
A few minutes later Amanda Winters was walking out of The Devil's Coattails, her stride confident as she made her way towards the Rogue Isles Ferry. Her next target in the forefront of her mind. The answer to what she would do with the information however, was still one she had not entirely decided on.
This is a weekly article, delivered to you every Wednesday. These articles are intended to be a fun exercise as well as a good resource for role-players to explore Character Development so please feel free to post your own characters reaction to the weekly prompt.
))
Your character is given a second chance, what would they do with it?
((Okay my next prompt. I told Lady C I would do these and I will. I hope some are enjoying them.
This story is about the personality that got removed from Seer Taboo and what she's doing with her second chance.
The blond woman walked down the wooden planks that cover the docks in Cap Au Diable, a rather nasty bit of work in the Rogue Isles. Walked, wasn't quite right though, she more stalked along them, her high heeled boots making a very audible clunk, as if each step was a statement. She was dressed all in black, not an unfamiliar sight in the isles, black trench coat, leather flowed behind her like a cape, black pants, tight black tank top shirt, and of course, the aforementioned black boots. Her eyes were hidden by and expensive pair of designer sunglasses, and concealed under the tailored coat were a pair of modified desert eagles, complete with laser sights.
She was in the area near The Devil's Coattails, a tailor shop that also specialized in some rather questionable plastic surgery, mostly to disguise underworld figures. People stepped aside, you didn't live long in the Isles if you couldn't distinguish the dangerous predators from the pretenders. This one was pure predator.
Her name, Amanda Winters, and she was a woman on a mission. She had been, until very recently a semi-docile passenger within the mind of a heroine by the name of Seer Taboo. Now that she was extracted from the simpering girl she had some living to get back to. And the Rogue Isles were just her style. She had used her own mind to subtly influence the young woman to track down the source of some of the drug traffic that came into Paragon City. Now that she was free, she took back up the hunt that Seer Taboo had abandoned. Her target, an underboss of the Marconi Family by the name of Scarletti, Mario Scarletti. He was on the run from someone, Arachnos from what the rumors she'd been able to gather. She didn't care, he was her link to the source of 'Dyne that came into Paragon, and she needed that source. Trouble was, at this point, she wasn't exactly sure what she was going to do with it. Time was, when she was an up and comer in the Syndicate, she'd run drugs, protection, and even some hits. That wasn't her anymore, or at least it didn't have to be. But, what other life could she lead? Its what she knew, how she'd lived.
She entered the run down building that housed what were called the Facemakers. Clad all in black leather with buckles and masks, the place had an aroma between blood and bleach. Half sterile, half back alley doctor. Most people didn't really want to be recognized, so they showed her their backs, or leaned back into shadows. That was okay, she didn't need to see faces. Her blue eyes turned crimson behind her dark shades as a leather clad girl approached her, her face was bare, a sick version of a nurse in this establishment.
"May I help you miss?" she asked curtly, standing between Amanda and the hallway that led further into the building.
"Looking for Scarletti." she said simply and then proceeded to read the young girls mind. He was in the room in the back, furthest one on the left.
"I'm sorry we don't..." she began but was pushed aside by Amanda's mind, a telekinetic thrust that sent her into the far wall. She shouted "ummph!" as she hit and lay still.
Amanda didn't need to turn around, she heard the sound of chairs moved across floor, people standing up and most moving to the exits, only 3 stayed. Bodyguards or just people who believed they were tougher or meaner then she was.
"Yo babe!" one of those with more muscles then brains called out behind her. "Dis ain't no cheap joint that you can jus' come in and throw yer weight around in, you get me?"
"Don't" was all Amanda said in response.
He wasn't the real threat, the other two, one who was remaining both quiet and moving with an almost gliding motion to her left, he was dressed in all black, a mask concealed his face and a short bladed sword was on his back. The other man hovered off the floor about 2 feet, a long cape billowing out behind him, he was dressed in metallic blue armor and the sound of electricity crackling about his hands. Muscles however, was just coming right at her, his meaty hands reaching out to grab her. She waited and then spun on her heels, moving to the left and ducking under Muscles grasp. She pulled her desert eagles as she did so and placed two shots directly into the Mr. Silent before he had taken another step. Her attack surprised him as he thought she would deal with one of the two obvious threats. He went down, he sword on his back still in its sheath.
The man with the cape smirked and sent a cascade of lightning her way. She ducked back behind muscles, but the other one didn't seem to care about him either. Amanda gritted her teeth as both she and muscles were engulfed by the electrical blast. Fortunately muscles took the brunt of the electrical blast. Amanda was up and moving again even as another blast hit the area where she had been. She leveled one of her pistols and fired at the man in the cape, it proved ineffective as the bullet got caught in the electrical field and lost its momentum. She cursed under her breath and he switched his attention to her. She stared him down, keeping her pistols firing at him, but with the same result. She also kept on the move, trying to stay ahead of the burst of electricity. She saw the far wall coming up quickly and knew she was running out of room. She stopped and the man in the cape gave an very self satisfied grin as he hovered before her.
"Outta room I see." he sneered.
"Don't need it." she said back and ducked.
He gave her a strange look right before the impact in his back. Apparently muscles didn't appreciate the charged lightning bolts being tossed his way. The man in the cape smashed into the wall directly above Amanda's head, broke through and landed with a splash outside, just beyond the wooden walkway behind the building.
Now muscles was staring down at Amanda as she crouched below the hole, a feral grin on his face. He cracked his knuckle.
"Well babe, looks like its you an' me." he said with satisfaction. "An' don't bother wit' yer pea shooters. I'm every bit as tough as I look sweet cheeks."
"I said don't." she repeated her earlier statement. Taking the moment to stand, her guns still in her hands.
"Don't what?" he asked simply.
"Don't. Call. Me. Babe!" she emphasized each word and shouted the last and released a wave of psychic energy directly at muscles adding a telekinetic push.
He flew back the other way, landing in a heap against the far wall, a blank expression on his face, overall an improvement Amanda thought.
Amanda walked calmly into the back of the building, in the room were several worn medical supplies, gurneys, dividers with stained green cloth and sitting calmly in a chair, Mario Scarletti. Behind him, off to the left was one of the facemakers, her leather clad form cringing in fear.
"My, my aren't you the tenacious one?" Scarletti said calmly, a drink in his hand.
"I have questions." Amanda said, a cold note in her voice. "You current state of health depends largely on how these questions are answered."
She raised one of her desert eagles and pointed it directly at him, its laser site a small red dot in the middle of his forehead.
"You can't kill me or you lead dries up and you have to start all over again from scratch." he sneered at her, still sitting down now wearing a smug expression. "So, lets discuss how much this is worth to you Ms. Winters."
The blond haired woman raised an eyebrow, her arm still straight out.
"Oh don't be surprised Ms. Winters." he said, still sitting, still smug, "I have contacts in Paragon, it wasn't too hard to find out your origins, or who used to be pursuing the source of the 'Dyne. Now, please put the gun down and lets discuss this like civilized people."
She continued to stare at him, her arm never wavering her gaze cold, unfeeling.
"I will ask one more time." she finally said in her hard voice, low husky without a hint of compassion in it. "Who is your source? Who do you get the 'Dyne that you send into Paragon from?"
The direct question was a trick that Amanda had learned in her time inside of Seer Taboo's head. It brought to the surface the answers a telepath was looking for. This was no exception The next link in the chain was exposed and Amanda had her answer. Still, she waited, staring him down. Seeing if he was going to trick her.
"Look you dumb broad..." he began, but he was cut off when Amanda pulled the trigger and the desert eagle roared.
"Don't call me broad." she said through gritted teeth.
A few minutes later Amanda Winters was walking out of The Devil's Coattails, her stride confident as she made her way towards the Rogue Isles Ferry. Her next target in the forefront of her mind. The answer to what she would do with the information however, was still one she had not entirely decided on.
((Okay next one in a week. Thanks for reading.))