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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2015 4:41:24 GMT
Date: November 30th, 2017 Time: 1:00 am Location: Central City, Downtown
Artemis hated this city. She had always hated this city. To many loud honks from cars and odd sounding accents. The combination of drawls of "howdy" and fast licks of shortened sentences made her feel uncomfortable. Central City was in fact a mix of both the south and the north. Central in location as well as culture. The mix made her feel uncomfortable. Not to mention the Flash was plastered on every street corner. And Kid Flash. Her chest grew tight. The new Kid Flash. Bart Allen. Little boy with the fast tongue from the future. Everyone's new favorite celebrity in Central. Wally was all but forgotten. If civilians even noticed there was a new Kid Flash. Probably not. Police sirens pulled Artemis out of her thoughts, her mind switching to the Tigress mindset. Standing up from her perch atop Central Hall's roof, Artemis pressed a hidden button on her wrist. A small holo computer popped up before her. Red dots flashing on a map of downtown where the sirens were coming from. She pursed her lips, searching for the touch button that brought up the police scanner. Narrowing her dark almond eyes she came to no avail. Nightwing had installed a holo-computer into her suit once Artemis had started going on solo missions. This helped her stay in touch not only with the goings on in the city she was patrolling for that night, but also with the Team. He was worried about her. Artemis knew that. They all were worried. But she was past talking about Wally's death. She had to move on. Giving up on the scanner, Tigress shut down the holo and headed for downtown in a run. Leaping over the close city rooftops Tigress easily made her way towards the center-most part of the city. Whatever, or whoever, it was...Tigress was in the mood to hit something. Hard.
// I don't have any preference on where this thread goes...just figuring out Artemis/Tigress as a character and how to write her exactly :3 // |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2015 19:40:43 GMT
There was a part of town, near its most central point that was something of a clubbing hotspot. There were many top end night clubs and bars that lit up the area with an array of neon lights. The streets were filled with people; a mix of drinking, partying and queuing to get into somewhere good. But for those left outside in the cold packed str
Commotion had arisen from the sound of a gunshot. See, there was an Egyptian businessman who had visited Central City on business. Yet the danger had arisen for his exploits back in his home nation. He was a notorious arms dealer, specializing in military equipment and he had angered the wrong people. The gunshot had been aimed for him, but fortune was on his side somewhat, as one of his bodyguards was capped instead; falling to the floor, a lifeless husk.
The gunshot had sent the crowds running around mad, like headless chickens. Police arrived swiftly on the scene, and regained some control; directing the crowds away as they investigate what had transpired. The Egyptian arms dealer remained hidden behind a grouping of tables and chairs, surrounded by his bodyguards for whom he yelled at in a foreign tongue.
If you were looking for who was responsible, then you didn’t need to look far. Across from the bar from which the shooting had occurred, was a car park. On the very highest level were a group of men and women; all wearing similar darkened clothes and hooded as to disguise themselves. One of which was dismantling a sniper rifle, breaking it down into its parts. It seemed the luxury of a one hit finish was an opportunity they had missed out on. For another of the hooded figures opened up a briefcase, putting together the parts inside to create a bazooka; best to make sure that the target definitely can’t escape.
This was all being instructed by one of the figures who also spoke in a foreign tongue; ordering about the others like troops. She gestured towards two, who bowed their heads and rushed off; taking up positions elsewhere near the club – a fall back plan should the rocket fail for whatever reason. It was now a question of biding their time as the bazooka was being constructed. The head honcho of the group standing nearest the edge of the car park, peering out over the edge, watching the movement of those in the distance. Police were here now, only complicating things should they intervene with the target. OOC: It seemed so much better in my head. Oh well, it’s a start I guess. Apologies if anything seems off. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2015 1:24:29 GMT
Red and blue lights flashed across her mask as Tigress peered over the rooftop she had stopped at. Dark eyes darted from street corner to street sign. Quickly assessing the situation. They narrowed. Typical... Tigress thought, the blonde letting out a silent sigh. Down on street level was a bar, which was typical enough for a police call. She had heard the gunshot as she had been on her way. Probably some bar regular having too much to drink, his usually quiet night was disturbed and he just so happened to have a gun on him. He shot it, and the whole world seemingly went to hell. Deciding that this wasn't worth her time, Tigress stood up to leave. That was when she saw the arms dealer peek out from behind the red booth inside the bar. Her eyebrows furrowed. She knew him. Akar Kasmut. An Egyptian arms dealer that usually operated outside of Central City. What was he doing here..? Pulling out her crossbow, Tigress bolted a hookshot onto the weapon and shot it at the ajacent building. Stepping off her own rooftop, she swung easily to the top of the bar. Quickly hiding behind the neon sign that read "BAR" with a little picture of a bottle. Peeking in between the "R" and the tip of the bottle, Tigress quickly caught sight of movement across the street. With a huff, Tigress re-bolted her crossbow and aimed for the nearest man of the group she had seen. A hooded figure with a pistol in his hand, ready to shoot whoever was on the street. With precise aim and skill, Tigress easily shot the pistol out of his hand. She smirked as the gun flew into the air and down to the street. ....This stinks Im so sorry lol. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2015 12:07:08 GMT
The Shadows man had not seen it coming, and thus was startled slightly as the gun was pulled from out of his grasp, falling to the street below. He turned quickly, speaking to his associates in a foreign tongue as he gestured to where he felt the shot had come from. Safira stepped toward the edge her associate had been stood, looking out to where he pointed whilst holding up a radio to communicate to the two she sent out onto the street. Safira spoke in foreign tongue, directing them to close in on the bar to search for whoever it was that was giving them trouble. Regardless of whether they would find the person in question or not, soon the bazooka would take care of them; and Akar Kasmut too.
The dark clothed clad assassins moved in towards the bar area, they had eyes on Akar but were more interested in the darker corners of the outside bar, the ledges and such above. They each moved slowly, as they were focused on remaining as hidden as they could whilst scanning the area, they couldn’t risk alerting Akar, which made things slightly more difficult. Still, these were trained assassins, doing what they were bred to do; hunt and kill. OOC: It’s good! Sorry mine is a little short, not that great at controlling so many in one post. Feel free to take out those two assassins if you wish  |
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