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(Setting) Neko Park! Pt 2!
| >It's another chilly day at Neko Park- the refugee complex has since completely transformed, and how has makeshift palisades consisting of walls of reclaimed brick and concrete, barbed wire, and cardboard. There is now an actual gate at the front entrance, although even that was reclaimed from a junkyard- it looks like it was originally part of a white picket fence of some kind.
| >The tents inside have been neatly organized this time, and all of them have been heavily layered in tarp. It's starting to look less like a hobo city and more like some kind of anachronistic native american village, except with modern implements replacing furs and wood.
| >Black Panties begins to make her landing on the park
"Okay maybe this is getting a bit out of control...Do they even qualify as homeless at this point."
| >Some time after, a vehicle stops and parks close to the entrance.
| >A tall, young man steps out of the passenger seat. Upon spotting BP, he waves and walks over.
"Hey, you ready?"
| >she looks over
"Yeah."
>she looks back at the structure
| >Out of the driver's steps another, but shorter man. He comes up to the two after retrieving the keys, rubbing at his wrist and sleeve. Notable is the distance between him and them that he keeps.
| "Do you think that...like we should move them...we being you know... just... I'm worried other people aren't going to be able to use the park soon."
| "Well hopefully this goes smoothly."
>The taller of the two men starts walking towards the donation booth.
| >Near the center of Neko Park, on a stage made of reclaimed wood and metal with tarps covering the top, a commotion was beginning to stir.
>On the stage, people began moving small generators powered my solar energy, possibly provided by Jinterprise, and they were hooked up to large music amps.
>5 people were on stage, wearing all black jumpsuits and masks. They had symbols of an eye with a goad heat for a pupil, crying blood in 3 stripes. The blood formed a word: LEVIATHANOCALYPSE!
| >The people's identities and even genders were covered by the suits and masks. One would never be able to tell who exactly was the person beneath the suit.
>On the back-center of the stage was a large drumset, with both acoustic and electric drums and cymbals, as well as a metal beer keg. The entire set was colored black with red accents, and the drummer's sticks looked like they were...wet?
>He wore a mask that looked like a black, horned Viking helmet with bleeding eye sockets.
| >In front of the drummer, from left to right, the order was such: bassist, DJ/keyboarder, singer, and guitarist.
>The bass guitar the bassist held had 6 strings, and it was designed like it was a lazer-rifle of some sort. It had neon red lights that lit up the neck of the guitar, which was black, along with the body of it.
>The bassist had a mask that looked like a broken television with a barbed, Jesus-looking ring around it. The TV was bleeding out the front of the broken hole.
| >The DJ had a setup like this: A laptop in the middle of a deck that had two turntables, one to the left and one to the right of it, both of which were also assorted with switches and such.
>The deck itself was made up of three large subwoofers, two large black ones with one white one in the middle. The white one was decorated to look like an eye, and it had bleeding decals on it.
>The DJ wore a mask that looked like a typical "little green men" alien head with large bleeding eyes.
| >The singer had a microphone stand, but it was peculiar. It looked like a razor-vine of some sort, loke the stalk of a thorned flower, but black, and the thorns all looked like they had blood on them. The microphone itself looked like a red, bleeding rose with an also spiked, black body.
>The singer wore a mask that looked green and slimy, with Cthulhu-tentacles over the mouth area and what looked like closed eye sockets. There was a third eye in the forehead, that was bleeding.
| >The guitarist held a 12 string guitar, which was magnificent in it's own right. It was a dark, blood red, but overall it looked plain compared to the bassist's guitar.
>Then the guitarist turned a switch on the bottom of the guitar, and a tiny projector showed a scene on the guitar itself:
>There was a small movie on the neck of the guitar. The animatiom appeared to show Glitch City...on fire, and with flags all over the large buildings, that all had bleeding eyes on them.
| >The guitarist had a mask that looked like a very large, typical Native-American War Headdress, with feathers and such frilling out past the guitarist's head. However, the fearthers were black, and looked to be stained with blood. Over the face itself, the mask was dark black and covered the whole face. It looked like latex applied to look similar to warpaint, and the face was black with a bleeding red handprint on the left and right cheeks. And of course, bleeding eyes.
| >They all did quick tests of their equipment, as people started to gather around in morbid curiousity. They had no idea who these people were, or why they were dressed like this with instruments that looked like this. Something was about to happen, and the stirring of folks portrayed the stirring in the hearts of the refugees.
>The people simply waited on stage. They didn't play, they didn't talk and they barely moved. They waited until nightfall. Many on-lookers left, but not all.
| >As night began to fall, the singer looked up and turned to the crowd. All lights on stage were dark.
>Then, a deep male voice was heard, and it projected into the microphone:
"Let me ask you refugees of Neko Park one question: Who put you here?"
>A dark guitar and bass note began ringing, just one singular, dark note as a dark overtone to the singer's voice.
"Was it the decision of a governmental mandate to evacuate? Or maybe the corporation that owned your complex ordered it?"
| >An electronic wave shook the stage with a bass note, and the lights flashed for a quick second before going dark again.
>The singer's voice was heavy and raspy.
"Was it your job firing you because you asked for a raise to afford to raise another child? Or GOD FORBID, you were born on the streets, and without any assistance from a higher entity, you are STILL. FUCKING. HERE?!
>Another deep, dark note along with a cymbal crash. All musicians played this one, and it was felt.
| "NONETHELESS! You push on, eager and hopeful, that one day things could change. That one, fantastic fucking day, some decision is going to lead to your freedom off the terrible streets of Glitch City! And all the while, your government and the corporations that make up this economy continue to fill their own pockets while you're out here fucking STARVING, IN A GOD DAMNED TENT IN THE MIDDLE OF FALL?!"
>One more, deep, dark note was felt reverberating from the stage.
| "Well, my friends, my brothers and sisters, my great fellow residents of Glitch City, have you ever asked yourself this one question:"
>The singer then ripped a plank of wood from the stage itself, and held it, measuring it's weight.
"HOW MUCH MORE ARE YOU WILLING TO PUT UP WITH A BULLSHIT GOVERNMENT, RUN BY BULLSHIT CORPORATIONS, TAKING AWAY YOUR ONE LIFE ON THIS GODFORSAKEN ROCK, BEFORE YOU DECIDE TO GRAB THE NEAREST PLANK OF RECYCLED WOOD AND SMASH SOMETHING WITH IT?!"
| >A loud, elongated, hard and heavy note was heard from every instrument. A short drum solo, a heavy guitar diddle, a bass medley, and a heavy synthesizer wave shook the stage. The lights turned on and stayed on this time.
"Let me be clear, my brethren! This isn't about your views. Refugee or Policlubber, Lilim or Lilim-hater, you have one thing in common with each other: You are all fucking angry at somebody, no matter who you are, no matter who they are, for putting you here!"
| "This is not about your views. This is about primal, dark, deep aggression. An aggression that we all feel, for we are all dissatisfied with the way things are. We have been for YEARS! And yet, SOMEHOW, the people who we THINK have the power to change things NEVER! FUCKING! DO!"
>The crowd began to hoot, cheer and applaud. It had swelled, brought on by the noise and the compelling, personal words being spoken.
"BUT YOU KNOW WHAT?! WE ARE ALL WRONG ABOUT ONE, FUNDAMENTAL THING!"
| >The singer had a deep heavy metal screaming voice as he spoke now.
"THAT WE ARE THE ONES WITH THE POWER TO CHANGE THINGS, NOT THEM!"
>The crowd cheered, just as the band played another note.
"WE ARE THE ONES WHO CAN MARCH IN THE STREETS AND TELL THOSE WITH "POWER" THAT THEY WORK FOR US, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND!"
>Cheers and a note.
"THAT WE ARE THE MANY, THE ONSLAUGHT, THE LEGION OF CHANGE!
>Cheers and a note.
"THAT WE ARE GLITCH CITY, AND WITHOUT US, THERE'D BE NO CITY!"
| >Cheers and a final note.
"And if need be...WE ARE THE ONES WHO WILL GO TO WAR AND FIGHT FOR OUR NATION'S FREEDOM FROM POLITICAL AND CORPORATE TYRANNY AND OPPRESSION! LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, THE KIND PEOPLE OF GLITCH CITY, WE ARE LAZERIATHANOCALYPSE, AND WE ARE GOING TO FIGHT THE GOVERNMENT AND THE CORPORATIONS FOR OUR FREEDOM WITH AGGRESSIVE FORCE UNTIL WE GET IT! AND IF YOU ARE WITH US, THEN GET READY TO FUCKING ROCK TONIGHT! LET'S GO!"
>The band finally begins to play.
| (OOC: Song in real life: "Dirtyphonics & Sullivan King - Hammer" https://youtu.be/L1nLE7xjBCg )
| >The tall man simply does a heavy sigh and starts rubbing his temples.
"Fuck I forgot about the freaking metal band... god I just know this is going to complicate shit..."
| >The crowd is going ecstatic. The performance is to die for. The singer and band members are so energetic, so charismatic, and the music has a dark, but beautiful heavyness that just pushes the whole thing like a pile driver into the brain.
"ANY OF Y0U FUCKERS OUT THERE WHO ARE NOT BANGING YOUR HEAD, GET THE FUCK BACK! THIS IS WHAT I WANT THE REST OF YOU TO DO! I WANT YOU TO GRAB ONE THING FROM THE PARK AND THROW IT IN A HUGE PILE IN THE CENTER OF THE CROWD!"
| >Some people in the crowd begin running out, grabbing boards off of the fence, tarps from people's tents, trash cans, pallets, tables, miscellaneous refuse. They begin to make a large pile of it in the middle of the crowd.
"NOW, I WANT YOU TO FUCKING MOSH AROUND THIS PILE! THIS PILE IS THE PILE OF GARBAGE THAT THE BIG CORPORATIONS AND GOVERNMENTS THINK YOU ALL ARE! THEY THINK YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN TRASH AND WASTE! LET'S PROVE THEM FUCKING WRONG!"
| >The band's first song ends, and they begin playing another one.
(OOC: Song in real life: "Slipknot - Custer" https://youtu.be/FdBqOCS8LmM )
>As the band begins to play, people start pushing on eachother around the trash pile.
"I WANT YOU ALL TO USE THAT AGGRESSION RIGHT FUCKING NOW! KNOCK EACHOTHER DOWN, BUT PICK EACHOTHER BACK UP! Remember, we are NOT eachother's enemies - THEY ARE THE ENEMY, NOT US! UNITE IN ANGER AND AGGRESSION IN YOUR SITUATION!"
| >Around halfway through the song, the singer grabs a canister from behind the drummer, and soaks the tips of his drumsticks, and the tips of the guitar and bass, along with the microphone stand, and then he soaked the trash pile and threw it in it. He then grabbed a match and began to light the drummer's drumsticks, the tips of the guitars, and then his microphone stand on fire.
>The crowd went wild, feeding off of the hatred and passion of the musicians.
| >The singer then threw the match into the trash pile, and it then ignited into a huge bonfire.
"NOW IS THE TIME TO BURN AWAY EVERYTHING THEY THINK YOU ARE, AND BECOME SOMETHING NEW, SOMETHING YOU WERE ALL MEANT TO BE AND DESERVE TO BE!"
"NOW IS THE TIME FOR YOU TO BE FREE!"
(OOC: Song in real life: "Hatebreed - Destroy Everything" https://youtu.be/AWiSRYcjk0M )
| >The crowd ritualistically began moshing around the bonfire. Criminals. Refugees. Supremacists. Policlubbers. Lilims. Everybody was even here. They were all united under one cause. This was no longer about hating eachother-they had found a new foe, one that everybody could agree on and one that everybody would be willing to hate together. This fire, this band, this stage, this music, this group of people all here at Neko Park-They were all united under one cause.
| >The clear sound of several popping noises fill the air- instantly recognizable by anyone who's lived in Glitch City for at least a week.
| >Overhead, six police spinners roared into view, their anti-grav turbines creating a breeze in the area as they neared. Their blue and white lights poked through the darkness, light vying for space with that of the massive bonfire. As they approached, the wind caused by their engines poured into the bonfire joyously, causing it to grow even larger.
| >Several of the refugees looked upward, screaming out of fear and obscenities, but many more ignored them, too enraptured by the metal band and the moshing around the ring of fire to notice nor care.
| >Several of the cars landed, each carrying two officers each, decked out to the brim with flak armor, albeit still less threatening than the White Knights of old. One remained in the sky, its side window open, a heavy pistol sticking out and facing the sky.
| >Suddenly, a megaphone.
| "GUESTS OF NEKO PARK!" >A tough voice rang out!
"YOU ARE IN VIOLATION OF CITY ORDINANCE CODES C:34/B, D:43/A! POWER DOWN AND DISMANTLE YOUR STAGE AND PUT OUT YOUR FIRE, AND SURRENDER YOURSELF TO THE GCPD!"
| "FUCK YOU!" >Several screamed, throwing garbage and debris at the oncoming police officers. However, there barely numbered a dozen of the GCPD, while the onlookers, drunk on ecstasy (both literal and metaphorical) grabbed anything heavy they could get their hands on, and approached the policemen.
| >Just then, the gates to the hobo city opened, with at least three dozen men and women dressed in ratty combat fatigues, old jeans, coats, shirts, and body armor made out of hastily assembled steel plates, parts of cars, and other such recycled materials. Several had clubs and blades in their hands, but a few near the back and front held pistols and rifles.
| >They stopped moving and began to form a firing line surrounding both the protestors and the police, even as the angry crowd continued to descend on the miserably small number of police.
| >As if this could not possibly get any worse, a small helicopter roared into view, just outside the airspace of both the police spinner, the refugees, and the increasingly trigger-happy policemen. An enormous camera mounted to the underside of the helicopter's nose blinks rapidly, capturing the chaos even as it records all that's transpiring. On the side of thew helicopter reads: "NNN"
| "Oh fuck me, this fucking band is already ruining everything with its freaking political agenda."
>CN tries to spot the man he talked to beforehand amongst the refugees.
| >>73635
>In between the increasing roars of the populace, the tightening of the police officers, the barking of the idiot in the police spinner, and the firing line of makeshift guards, it's quite difficult to find the guy you were speaking with earlier. Then, you spot a glint- a shiny leg, coming somewhere from the entrance to the hobo city!
| >BP looks on.
"...Okay so dispersing them could stop the spreading, but would result in public outcry and possibly increase it... The other hand... There was that one guy asking about building on neko park, could force a stipulation for a homeless shelter..."
>Black Panties seems lost in thought
| >As the police spinner flies around Neko Park, the air blowing from its turbines, grows the bonfire to nearly two stories tall! Its licking flames begin to descend on some of the nearby tents of the hobo city itself!
| >A roar of engines arrives, different from the police spinners-its a flash of red! It's a bird! It's a plane! No, it's...
| "Red Mask!" >Some onlookers say as it floats to the ground, smack dab in between the refugees and the cops!
| "Okay I have an idea. BP can you try and take out the fire? We need to minimize casualties here as fast as possible. Nano and I will into the camp and help quell any fires there!"
| "Tell Red. We need to calm down and disperse the groups as fast as possible!"
| >>73656
>And not a moment too soon- screams erupt from near the hobo city as the flames ignite two tents!
| >BP perks up as she hears redmask
"Y-Yeah!"
>BP begins to take out the flames starting with the sources
| >CN starts rushing into the hobo village to check on the spreading fires!
| "Black Panties, CN, I'll handle the crowds here- do what you can!" >Red Mask says as she faces the crowd.
| >Within, the people inside are desperately trying to flush the spreading flames, but the tents are very tightly packed together. The luckier ones have tarp coverings that are fire resistant to some degree- but still others more have covered their residences in cardboard. With but a touch, these tents burst into flames almost immediately.
| >BP activates the direct comms with Red
"Red, homeless riot and fire...CN says we should disperse the groups. What do you think?"
| >BP nods and continues to do what she can to stop the spread of the fire
| >Sirens uniquely different from the police standards blair from the distance. Coming around far corners is a fire engine, rolling quickly through to Neko Park after getting alert of the mayhem.
| >>73664
>CN rushes over to the man from his last visit
"Where is the nearest fountain!? We need to act fast!"
| >>73665
"That's not even a question BP- we NEED to get them to disperse- both of them," >She said, staring down the officers as they drew weapons.
"Without hurting them, if possible."
| >>73672
"T-there isn't one- all the water we have is brought in big canisters for drinking and washin'- we're trying to dump them on the flames!" >The old man says, hobbing quickly to where their reserves of food and drink are.
| >The engine slows and jumps the curb to get close, stopping as close to the tent as it can. The fireman, a squad of one, jumps out and starts up the Engine's reserve water supply.
| >The crowds push tighter together, though at this point several of the original revelers have split off from the group and are helping others to try and put out the fires. The bonfire itself remains lit.
| >The police spinner that was still flying finally lands in between the cops and Red Mask and the refugees. Its winged doors open up, revealing a tall, overly buff officer who looks every bit as gruff as his voice sounded.
| >>73696
>You systematically move to try and suppress the worst of the fires, ripping off flame retardant tarps from other homes and suffocating the flames that way when you can. The fires manage to slow down, thankfully before reaching the food tent...
| >Assisting as best he can, the firefighter helps before aiming down the Bonfire. Putting an end to the last of the fires.
| (Aiming down the fires* scratch the bon)
| /BP! We managed to take out the fires! All that's left is the crowds! I'll try to talk the refugees down, focus on the police and concertgoers!/
| "Even though the fires our out we need to get the rest of the refugees back safe in here! Staying in the crowd outside will only make the problem worse!/
| "Of course you would stand with these ruffians," >The police lieutenant begins, approaching Red Mask with heavy steps. At six feet nine inches, he completely dwarfs Red Mask.
| "Officer, I'm just here to keep the peace..." >She glances behind her.
"And to make sure that the people are safe. I'm... I'm pretty sure this is all just a big misunderstanding-"
| >Black Panties makes her way to where Red is
| "Misunderstanding... nothing," >The officer says, removing a shotgun from his shoulder. He cocks it, eyeing the seething crowd over the superhero's head.
"If you want to be useful, turn yourself in and get out of my way. We have an actual JOB to do, unlike you."
| "Sir, nothing is going to change by threatening them-" >She raises her arms to her sides.
"They're just scared- please, let us handle this-"
| >Suddenly, the officer smacks Red Mask across the side of their helmet with the butt of his gun!
"FUCK. OFF!" >He yells!
"It's bad enough that most of us died fighting each other in that bloody civil war, and now you knowitall upstarts want to take our jobs too!?" >He screams, spittle splattering over Red Mask's faceshield.
"To hell with you. Men, arrest this cosplay reject, and call for backup...!"
| "OH LOOK! GLAD YOU COULD ALL JOIN THE PARTY!"
>The singer pointed up at the helicopters, the policemen, the makeshift guards.
"CITIZENS OF NEKO PARK! STAND FACE TO FACE, IN YOUR NEW, PURIFIED FORM, WITH YOUR CAPTORS! THE GOVERNMENT AND CORPORATE ENTITIES THAT HAVE SYSTEMATICALLY ORGANIZED A TYRANNICAL, DYSTOPIAN REIGN UPON ALL OF YOU!
"IF THERE IS ANYBODY WHO BELIEVES IN OUR CAUSE, GRAB SOMETHING AND FIGHT BACK! FUCK SHIT UP!"
>Police hopped on the stage to arrest the band.
| >And just like that, the crowd ERUPTED from the pit of fire and began attacking everybody they could see. This was no longer a concert - This was a warzone.
>A flying metal chair was thrown at the officer holding the shotgun, which stunned him after hitting hin in the chest.
| >The fireman spots the scene, running from his truck to help red mask.
"Woah, h-hey!"
| >Some hopped up on stage to fight the ones trying to take the band, but for some odd reason, the band was EXTREMELY good at defending themselves. From the way they fought the police, they HAD to have some sort of training..
| >BP yells
"Jesus you fucking idiots are making shit worse."
>BP goes to check on Red Mask
"Red you okay?"
| >The shotgun goes off! Several of the pellets strike Red Mask, bouncing off her armor, but the rest fly into the crowd, striking several refugees!
| >Several popping noises! The officers have all begun shooting into the mess of people!
>The line of ramshackle guards charges the police! The ones behind them start unloading with their cheap rifles!
| >It's become a gunfight as the officers take cover behind their police spinners, shots breaking glass and bouncing off of the metal chassis! Several refugees go down-
| >A young man falls, blood spurting as he's shot by three different men! A man wearing a frying pan as an impromptu chest piece climbs over the police spinner, screaming obscenities as he lunges at the huddling officers! He's shot several times in the face!
| "I'm fine! I'm fine!" >Red Mask yells, holding her side and diving toward the police officers.
"S-stop them, Jacky! For god's sake STOP THEM!"
| >The crowd is only angered further by the blatant slaughter of the crowd. One policeman on stage with a pistol gets knocked down, and one of the refugees grabs it and begins firing at the police with it!
>Several refugees from the crowd fall, but for every one that falls, one runs away and two attack. Galvanized by their newfound common hatred for the corporations and governments here to take them out, they are determined to fight for the right to live that is being snuffed out.
| >Additional police spinners and an armored van roll onto the scene, speeding toward the hobo city!
| >They land around the hobo city and begin to pile out. The armored van heads toward the crowd and begins to deploy, shock troopers in heavier armor and the occasional powered White Knight filtering out. They begin to launch canisters into the throng, which burst yellow plumes which cause eye and throat irritation on exposure.
| >One of the few actual White Knights flies onto the stage, punching the refugee that had picked up a police officer's pistol. They continue to punch the refugee even after they have stopped struggling, leaving a bloody mess on the stage.
| >BP reaches her hand into the air
"God damn it..."
>sparks fly out from her hands and the electricity flows throughout the whole park people hit fall to their knees at the electricity flows through them.
"Everyone calm the fuck down and shut the fuck up!
| >far off in the background of the scene a pink haired lilim stands on the lip of a building
| >Red Mask pulls the officers behind the cars to the ground, punching two of them in the face. One tries to shoot her at point blank, but she grabs the pistol, melting it in her hands.
"STAY. DOWN!" >She yells, her voice desperate.
| >Just as the White Knights get on stage, the band leaves quickly, just as quick as they came on aftermartket bikes that rode WAY faster than regulation standards. They were hidden, stashed behind a tarp behind the stage. They drove off, the lights of their bikes being the only proof that they left.
| >the eyes of the pink haired lilim begin to dim
>soon an alarm goes off and two of the roads surrounding the park collapse with a loud creak and bang
| >The park has now become an almost literal island, trapping the refugees, the band, the super sentai, CN, and the police officers on it. The only way out now is through the air.
| >soon the other two roads collapse as well
>the pink haired lilim moves their head towards the bikers, fully aware of their instigation of what went on here.
| >white knights and police all receive a message on their comms
"Ceasefire at once, or Jinterprise may feel the need to take action on their property."
>helicopters can be seen in the distance
>Black Panties receives her own message, "telling her to disperse the refugees"
| >A sniper round tears into the crowd of refugees
| >BP stops electrifying the air and looks around
"Shit...I think my fathers mad..."
| >The bikers are able to turn all of the lights off of their bikes, which is illegal. They were blacked out and extremely quiet, making it almost impossible to detect them with the all black outfits they wore.
>Then, however, they came to the edge of the land.
"What?! This wasn't supposed to happen!"
"No matter. Nobody knows where we are, we just have to find a place to hide out at."
>The band speeds off to the left to look for somewhere to hide out at, following the destroyed road.
| >a whistling sound is heard and soon a mortar shell explodes in fron of the bikers
>another lilim is staring at the from a non destroyed street.
| >>73803
>You drive in a circle around the park's edge, looking for a point where you could probably ramp off back to the rest of the city proper. No dice so far. As you drive around the perimeter, several ominous looking black helicopters fly into view, mixing with the refugees, super sentai, and cops, who have for now stopped fighting. Thankfully no one seems to have noticed you during this chaos, but you can't help but shake the feeling that SOMEONE is watching you...
| (rip post mine just before d1f36b's)
| >A second round tears into the refugees, aiming for the people that appear to have the most friends
| "SNIPER!" >Yells Red Mask as she keeps the officers pinned.
| "Who the fuck is shooting with a sniper!?"
>CN tries to hide behind some cover
"Everyone get inside!"
| >Hearing the commotion, IN1 now stands slack-jawed at the edge of the park, having dropped the parcel he was carrying. Upon hearing Red Mask's cry, he jumps behind a nearby van for cover.
| >Jinterprise helicopters have made their way into the area, a few begin to land on buildings over a loud speaker a booming voice can be heard
"Everyone, lay down your weapons and get to cover. Any weapon fire will be taken as an attack on Jinterprise employees and Jinterprise and will be met with due force, lay down your weapons and seek cover."
>the sides of several helicopters open and Jinterprise Security Force Snipers begin to scan the area
| >The fireman runs for his truck, calling on his phone whilst hiding on one side, unaware of the snipers ability.
| >the pink haired lilim's eyes brighten again, and begins to make her way down the building through the fire escape
"Far too out of hand if you needed to come."
| >Jinterprise Security force begin to make their way down from the helicopters, fully armed and begin to check people for wounds
| > IN1 crawls underneath the van. He knows that the thick metal the van is made of will stop a sniper's bullet from helicopter range.
> He desperately tries to come up with a plan.
| >injured people are immediately treated by Jinterprise Medical personnel and security forces begin to guard the people they can.
| >Black Panties begins to move and treat the wounded they can, unconcerned of sniper fire
>injured people are being loaded into evac helicopters
| > The number dead are innumberable at present; but many of them, in addition to the armed refugees, appear to be children. At least several of the audience members were teens, and a few even younger children were discovered buried under the mass of bodies, covered in the unmoving forms of what were possibly their parents.
| >The van creeps away slowly. There's no driver.
| >CN begins treating any gunshots or burn wounds within the camp
| >>73807
>The band continues to drive the perimeter of the park, looking for any and all ways out.
"Damn! How are we gonna get out of here?"
"This has gotten too crazy. We need to call for help."
"Are you kidding? Out of the frying pan, into the fire..."
"You really think that at this time they would be willing to risk that on us?"
"Well, I'd say the concert was a success. They should be willing to help us now..."
>Just then, a Jinterprise helecopter shined a spotlight on the band.
| >Red dots appear on every member of the band, several on each person.
>someone seems to be paracording down from the helicopter a large man with an eye patch and a full beard
>recognizeable as CEO of Jinterprise, Argyle Jin
| >Black Panties looks over
"Fuck..."
| >another lilim seems to be standing inside the helicopter and more security force personnel make their way down following him
| >Meanwhile, several of the refugees have hidden inside their partially burnt encampment, alongside CN, afraid to leave the safety of their dwellings lest they be hit by sniper fire. Fears murmur throughout the group, mixed with accusations and expletives laced with hate.
| "Everyone's out to get us, man. The cops, the suits, the costumed freaks, everyone..."
| "We should have never come here... death in space is preferable to this rot."
| "It's those augmented freaks- *they* did this to us..."
| "Has anyone seen Tom!? Has anyone seen my brother!? Oh my god..."
| "Stop fighting you hog!"
| "God I could use a drink right now..."
| Argyle Jin finally makes his landing and walks towards the bikers
"I believe you people should be able to explain yourselves as to why you were instigating a riot on my property."
| >The helicopter touched down on the land, and the light turned off. The band members all had their hands up and were off the bikes.
>A short man with two heavily armed guards came out from the helicopter and looked over the band.
>One could see the bodies of the original helicopter operators laying in the bay.
"Fucking good job, mates. You started a revolution and destroyed the park. He is NOT going to be happy-"
"Can you pick us up or not? Situation is too hot."
"Sure, sure."
| (OOC: F u c k.)
| (I didn't see your other posts. You know what? Let's go with yours instead of mine. It's more interesting.)
| (Disregard my post. Going with yours.)
| >CN clicks his tongue, struggling to find the words to help this situation. He silently curses the band for causing this ensuring chaos, himself knowing that if he can't change how they view this situation, things will only escalate on the 23rd. After some deliberation, he stands.
"E-Everyone please! This situation truly is bad, but losing hope in this chaos is exactly what that band wanted to do. I'll be the first to admit that some of the groups listed are responsible, but..."
| "But lumping all of this as the fault of the augmented will only make things worse. It will only more violence because that's exactly what the policlubbers want to do!"
| >Argyle Jin is now standing right in front of the instigators of the riot, the eery silence as both police and rioters are stopped by the security force of an international electric company is deafening to the contrast of the bassy voice of the CEO.
"So, when did you think this was a good idea?"
| "You know very well I can have you shot dead here, but that wouldn't solve the underlying issue we're having. Unlike you I would like to have a dialogue as to why things have gotten out of hand. Rather than fanning the flames at the expense of my own ingroup."
|
| >The band members all stared eerily at the CEO, wordless for many moments.
>The lights played tricks with the masks of the ban members. The bleeding eyes made them look even more eerie.
>Then, one band member spoke.
"This isn't our fault. The anger was already within their hearts. We simply gave them a target. If you kill us now, we'll simply be martyrs to the cause that THEY will spearhead, not us. Go ahead: Shoot us. It will only prove us right that you corporates are terrible."
| >Argyle rolls his eyes
"Yes, yes its very easy to blame all of life's problems on to one group isn't it. Believe me, I'm well aware."
>he puts a hand to his head
"But, you don't just blame corporations do you. You blame the augmented, the lilims, people who 'consort' with lilms. Why that?"
| >The one with the Cthulhu head who was talking previously started laughing, along with the rest of the band.
"Do you REALLY think that's what this is about?"
>He then grinned, as the one with the Alien head came up from behind him.
>Then, she took off her mask to reveal that she herself was a female Lilim, with short black hair and hollow white eyes.
"This isn't about lilims at all. We have no problem with them. This is about something deeper. You may even know what it is!"
| >tilts his head
"Oh so this is a different terrorist group. So hard to keep track of you all nowadays"
| >The fireman returns from hia truck after awhile. Lost, he approaches CN, the closest person to him.
"H-Hey, what just happened?"
| >>73880
"For how long do you intend to keep LYING to yourself, man?" >Says a malnourished, but no less intimidating pale faced man with an eyepatch and half his face burn-scarred. He stumbles over to where CN is, carrying with him a tablet.
"We've been watching you- espousing all sorts of rubbish about the unity of man and machine. But tell us this. How do you explain..." >He pushes the tablet in your face, which shows live footage of the situation outside their walls atthat moment
| "THIS!?" >He says, pointing to the screen. Several people gather closely to look as the camera feed zooms in on Argyle Jin and the "rockstars..."
>One of whom has removed their helmet, showing a very familiar pale face with large eyes and black hair.
>A Lilim.
| "They've used us," >The man begins, speaking at length to everyone huddled together,
"They've lured us in with their false words and false prophets, ENTICED our young... and sent them to DIE for their viewing pleasure. SEE? See how they LAUGH in this trideo recording? They're laughing at the man of flesh in front of them- they're mocking US as a WHOLE!" >He yells!
| >You begin to realize that you recognize this kind of flaming rhetoric from some online threads...
"THEY THINK THEY ARE OUR MASTERS!?" >He yells louder, his voice growing strength,
"THEY THINK THAT WE WILL BE CONTROLLED, TO DIE AS THEY PLEASE!?" >A rising murmur grows from the crowd.
"WE ARE OUR OWN MASTERS! WE ARE HUMANS! WE ARE HUMANITY FIRSTTTTTTTT!" >He finishes, causing the entire complex to shake from a shared roar over over 9000 angry, hurt, suffering refugees.
| >>73952
"A-Alright.. Hey, I'm going to get some people and see for a way out. The ladder on the truck should reach for us.
| >>73964
"This is not a fight against man and machine. This is a fight of individuals with stupid, idiotic ideals. They aren't the only ones who are using you the policlubbers are doing the same! This is why I came here today. To show you all the truth of your relationship. They're using your situation to leech of their own political gain. I don't know who these band group are but lumping them in with the rest of the city is exactly what the policlubber wants!"
| >BP looks at the yelling man
"So you latch from one group that used you for personal gain to another? You fucking learned nothing. You know they're planning a terror attack right? Or do you not care since you just want to feel mad about something and not actually fix the problem?"
| >He finishes by pulling out his phone and shows them the decrypted text.
"Look at the whole picture here before you decide on what to do. Now just today, but on the 23rd."
| >Then, all of the rockstars took off their masks.
>Two humans, a Hybrid, and a Cat Boomer and a Lilim made up the band, the Lilim being female and the rest being male.
"We are LAZERIATHANOCALYPSE. We are not a terrorist group. We are a band that plays meaningful music. Our concert got out of hand, and for that, we issue our sincerest apologies."
>They all got on their knees and put their hands behind their heads.
"We are forced to formally surrender, >sir."
>The singer sneered.
| >A pair of hands pick up a parcel that had fallen at the edge of the park in the chaos.
| "..."
| >Argyle rolls his eyes
"You called for people to attack police before they did outside of their jurisdiction I might add since this is my land. Which I made explicitly clear they were to let us handle any trouble. And you're surprised it got out of hand? Surely you've heard about the terror group I was just referring to and they,"
>he points at the crowd
"Are chanting the name of, tell me. Do you think people would care if I killed you now?"
| "Oh, oh yes."
>The singer, a Hybrid spoke up.
"Somebody very close to you, Mr. Argyle, would care very deeply about our deaths. But, fortunately for you, that won't be happening."
>One band member in the back held something in his hand, a tiny metal ball, and he activated it and dropped it down the back of his own shirt, so it would be impossible to see it.
>Then, it exploded, and even though he groaned in pain and was propelled forward, all electronics in the area were down.
| >All targeting and operating systems for the weapons that the guard pointed at the band were now off, and the male Hybrid ran forward before dropkicking one of the guards off the cliff. The band then attacked, all surprisingly well trained in combat techniques as they grappled the guards. One of the band members ran into the Helicopter itself, and wrestled with the pilot to get them out of the seat.
| >the lilim inside the helicopter which seemed to be lifeless fires a pistol shot in the spine of the attacker
>soon its realized to the other band members that they collapse as they feel a burning pain in their back.
>each one had been shot in the spine and has lost motor functions of their legs
"Less ironic than I had planned now that I know you're different terrorists but oh well, don't know what possessed you to think that was a good idea."
| >Argyle points to the other helicopters and snipers outside of the park, as well as the lilim far off in the background
"Really now. Do you think I train my men on targetting computers?
>Argyle points to his eye patch
"If I put blind faith in mechanisms I wouldn't have this now would I."
| >the lilim is fired at again, this time at the arms and legs until they fly off the frame
| "NOOOOOOO!"
>The band members watch in helpless horror as the Lilim is killed in front of their eyes.
>Just then however, a black, unmarked helicopter approaches the scene.
>Then, a minigun is revealed from each side, and it begins to open fire upon the scene, blazing the other helicopter and the soldiers on the ground in gunfire.
>However, something was off about the helicopter. There was nobody driving it, and nobody in the cockpit at all. The miniguns had no gunners, either.
| >eventually the band members are given to police for arrest, refugees and other police begin to evac either for medical or to deal with riots
| >A loudspeaking voice came out of the helicopter electronically:
"Get your asses in or I swear to every fake God I WILL SHOOT YOU NEXT!"
>One of the humans, however, was augmented, and had a plate in his back that protected his spine from the injury. He was able to get up and grab the Hybrid, carrying him up and over to the Helicopter quickly. After he tossed him up into it, he went back to grab the others.
"NO! LEAVE THEM AND GET IN!"
"But sir-"
"JUST. DO IT!"
>He got in the heli.
| (OOC: Uhhh...Went with your post last time, I say we go with my post this time)
| (OOC: Yeeeaahhh, I'm gonna say that three of the band members died, but the singer and the drummer escaped on the second unmarked helicopter if that is okay. I'm not trying to start anything more than I already have, but this band does have a powerful friend...)
| (OOC: Er, wait. I mean, the Lilim died, the other two were paralyzed and captured by police like you said, but two escaped.)
| (I had no intention of killing any of them, so just do whatever I guess)
| (OOC: Oh okay, so then the Lilim didn't die. You captured 3, but two escaped. Is that good?)
| >Someone wades through the aftermath, entering the camp.
| (Its fine)
| >The shorter man mentioned in the near beginning of the thread is flicking off grime from a package he seems to have picked up somewhere. He doesn't seem to be familiar with the area..
| ((OOC: I kinda lost where Red Mask is in all this. If someone could tag their most recent post so I can find out where they are or what they were last doing?))
| (That one. Got it?)
| >CN quickly waves the other man over to the tent
| (it's cool, today was crazy as hell lol)
| >Nano notices just as quickly but takes his time coming over. He eventually steps up to the tent with a question to the other:
"How is it? ..Over here."
>He rests the package on his hip, suppressing a sigh.
| >>74533
"No."
>CN quickly turns back to the refugees.
"Please, just read this. If you did things will be much clearer."
| >A muffled blast and sound of metal on metal is heard. Moments later A suit of Valkyrie armor, but Steel gray with some purple accents, slams feet first into the street nearby the refugee tent congregation. The suit stands up and looks around. One arm is just a normal hand. The other is a a sharpened yet very short conical blade. Like a spear head. It's splattered with blood.
>The suit sprints over to some person with a fireman beside them; CN
"Do you know where 'Red Mask' is?!"
| "As I thought,"
>He mumbles. He drifts off into thought as soon as CN makes another attempt to talk to the refugees, but snaps back into focus at the rather noisy arrival of some.. Armored person?
| >The fireman looks around, pointing to the direction she was last seen.
"Ah, sorry. Believe she went that way."
| (Sorry haven't kept up, am reading through.)
| >After the fireman takes care of it, he doesn't pay any more attention to it.
"..."
| "Hey.."
>He swallows audibly and scratches at his neck, turning his head elsewhere.
"Uh, can I?"
>He seems to be addressing CN once more, even momentarily grabbing his shoulder to get his attention.
| "Of course."
>He gives him an assuring nod
| "Not to, well.. Interrupt you, but.."
>May have also been said, but far more incomprehensible than that.
| >And he says it a little too late, as he's already gotten an answer.
"Ah."
| "Got it, much obliged."
>The suit nods and sprints off in the specified direction. Carefully weaving through the crowd, Bunker checks the coordinates from where Red Mask had posted from. Two cars and two potentially dead cops. He shivered a little, but forced himself to get over it. On closer inspection, the officer's appeared alive... But where the fuck was Red Mask?! He looks around frantically.
"Red Mask?!"
>He kept looking at the nearby crowd. Hoping she wasn't dead.
| >>74602
>You see a flash of Red... It's Red Mask, her armor battered and bruised!
>She appears to be trying to carry off injured refugees from the island!
| >>75626
>Bunker shoves himself away from the two cars and dashes in the direction of what he hopes is Red Mask. He aims the hydraulic driver at the ground and blasts himself into the air to get over the thick of the crowd. He managed to land somewhat near her, somewhat being a stark 20 or so feet away. He'd managed to not land on anyone at least...
"Red Mask! It's me, Bunker! We need to go NOW! Before this shit gets anymore out of hand!"
| >Nano doesn’t even take a breath. He nods back and tries his best to relax.
“Heard.. I could..”
>There’s a pained noise, but he continues.
“I could hear it from there. If you’re your own masters, act like it.”
| “All I see is you dropping one ideal for another. You’ve been lured but now you’re willingly stepping into the trap, what’s with that?”
“..But I don’t want to repeat what’s already been said.”
| “Right now, outside of here, the fighting has only just begun. Right now, there are people getting their own share of hurt. We’re all isolated from that mess right now, so what else can you do but focus on yours? I get it. It’s definitely easier to ignore theirs and magnify the rest.”
| “But they’re watching their lives fall apart. They’re watching family and friends be slaughtered. Their neighbor.. An acquaintance from work.. Young and old alike, guilty or.. Not.. And hell, some of them may not even know the reason.”
"What do you think they’ll be thinking then? Why. ..Why, why, why.. Why?”
| “Of course they’re going to be angry, in the end. Of course they’re going to retaliate. And I don’t think I have to explain that,”
“Because that’s exactly what you all want to do.”
| “You may not have.. Set it off, entirely.. It’s not.. Entirely your fault. But you’re going to add to it. To their pain.. And what happens then, if it doesn’t lessen yours?"
| >There's a long pause before the rest comes.
| “..There’s a reason why you’re all here. Something you had to run away from.. But now you’re going to just turn around and become the pursuer? Even though you know what’s it’s like before, even though that’s the exact reason you were so afraid. ..So confused and lost and..”
>He stops to smother his forehead with his free hand, pushing back his bangs in the process.
| “No..This isn’t about unity. This is about you, and you only. Making your own choice. Not, well. Using someone else’s as some cheap substitute.”
“So.. Whatever you decide to do.. Choose it with a clear mind. Don’t let anything impede on it. If you’re not going to listen to anything that I’ve said, at least.. Please, just listen to this.Even if it ends up being the same.. I won’t, wouldn’t blame you.”
| “Just.. Stand up for yourselves on your own terms.. Okay..?"
| >It may have not been the most convincing (or uplifting) talk in the world, but it was the loudest he’d ever been, and the most Nano had ever said at once, so it was pretty impressive by itself.
| >A silence falls on the crowd after Nano's heart-felt speech. The man still looks unconvinced, but after a few moments he facepalms and take's the [electronic device] from CN to examine it.
| >After a few moments of looking it over, his facial expression changes from disgust, to anger, to a lip-biting horror.
>He looks back up at you, his face a mixture of confusion and distaste.
"What the hell is this?"
| "It was the policlubbers attempt to bomb the concert hall on the 23rd. They even admitted how they were using you guys. At least that's the way I see it."
| "This is ridiculous," >The man says, beginning to sweat.
"I ordered no such thing!"
| >finally after a long while Jinterprise and some police have moved street rubble out of the way and formed an exit from the park
>temperorary metal pathing bridges are being set up from the other side by White Knights and GC police.
| "Oh really? So all those boxes filled with weapons is just for the camps protection? I saw a *lot* of ammo there, maybe we should let the refugees look at the message as well and let them decide themselves."
| >>78954
"You're going to point fingers for defending ourselves? That's rich coming from a decker masquerading as some kind of folk hero online, 'CN.'" >The man responds, giving you back the [technological thing] angrily.
"What in the world would we gain from attacking a beloved celebrity?"
| >BP finally speaks up
"Nothing, but what would a group that hates lilims gain from tricking you into attacking a beloved lilim celebrity?"
| "The policlub hasn't exactly been shy about attacking people they "disagree" with in the past. A famous lilim would really get the point acorss. Hell, you even started calling yourselves as the same name as the refugees so you can lump them in and use them as scapegoats later probably."
| "Same name? The hell?" >The man stands up to his full height shakily... it's at this point that you realize that both of his legs were in fact replaced by metal "blades," those archaic prosthetics of ages past.
"I think you are both as confused as those idiots outside who caused this whole mess..." >He says, sighing.
"The policlub you keep referring to... *I* am its chairman. Of this chapter, anyway."
| "Name's Dan Wilhelm."
| "Alright then. I'm nothing if not fair. Help me understand then."
| >>78993
"Let's begin with the basics. I have an idea of what you think of me and our policlub, and I want to ask you something- why in the world would we, of all people, want to assassinate a lilim popstar, much less one as big as Kira Miki?"
| "Like I said before, to make a statement. It's been known you guys aren't exactly shy about being violent with lilims and the augmented after all."
| "So you think that, with as much campaigning and public outreach that we have had over the past few months, we would have the gall-" >He says, emphasizing the word,
"No, the absolute, sheer, STUPIDITY, to publicly attack and kill a well known lilim celebrity on her return visit?" >He shakes his head.
"Maybe you should lay off the simsense chips, then. I know your kind enjoys the fantasy you get from them. But I digress..."
| "Humanity First was not responsible for this document- and to further cement that we had nothing to do with it, we're going to help you."
>He says, turning to a few men behind him.
"Apparently the concert is late in the evening. You have a day to find the bombs and disarm them... assuming that the mess that idiotic band outside has caused doesn't make it all moot by then."
| >With Red Mask seeming intent on staying, Bunker helped out how he could, until he got another call to action. With a path cleared from the island at least, he felt a lot better leaving now. There were plenty of people here already, he wasn't exactly necessary. He nodded and sprinted down the clear path, to somewhere he'd hopefully be needed more.
| "Hmm so if you didn't... who did..."
>CNs voice trails off as he thinks to himself
"Well I suppose we don't have time to deduce that now... in any case what kind of help are you even offering?"
| "This," >He says, revealing some kind of wrist-based scanner.
"A bomb-squad tracker. Designed to find lines.. assuming that these devices were wired in, of course."
>He pulls his hand back as you reach for it.
"Uh uh! Two of my men will be going with you."
| "What, don't trust me with your toy? Or is it so you can get some good pr if this works out in your favor?"
| "That's for you to find out, isn't it?" >He says, nodding to the two men.
"Better get going. Assuming Kira Miki doesn't cancel tomorrow... you're running out of time."
| "Ugh fine, I guess we don't really have a choice in the manner, this conversion whoever will continue when I bring this back."
>CN goes and grabs the tracker and begins leaving
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| (Separated this thread from the previous one, since the other thread had some unfinished business and it'd be less confusing to just make a whole new thread entirely.)