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Winner: TBD Summary: Mob attempts to stop Msondaa from killing others. Terrain: Earthy Grasssland Range: Mid
It was a mid-day to evening time around Coney Island and Mob went to walk around for a patrol among the citizens as well as to have some fun.
"Mannnn, Why did Professor Dupe send me out here sheesh."
"Mind your words boy, even though you have ranked up to a provisional hero you will not act like you are above anything. Plus, in the outside world real experience is key. You never know what will happen and what you will find", the voice in his head said.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got about 2 more hours left until the my shift is over so it's all good.", as Mob kept walking towards an empty earthy area in Coney Island to view some of the stars.
Autumn season had officially begun, marking the end of the mating season, lush vegetation and the glorious golden warmth of the sun. Despite the chilling embers of the commencing season, Coney Island's night life had experienced and explosion of activity. As more food and entertainment establishments opened for business. Guaranteeing the perpetual rejuvenating the tourist enclave's infrastructure. Soaring above the moonlit skies of this serene neighborhood was the Brimhat Bandit. An emissary of the famed Fang whose reputation had grown in recent months. Despite, the beauty about him, M'sondaa was on official business.
Thus, joining his flight had been the a bus or rather mobile drug dispensary. The vehicle in question was property of the Gambino Family. A crime syndicate whose operation had flowed into lower Manhattan. Also known as the Fang's domain. After failed negotiations more so Gambino's refusal at a back-down, M'sondaa had retaliated the Fang way. Crippling several of their vendors and transporting them to an isolated grassy field to execute and dispose of them. Locating the ideal spot, the African would commence his descent ignoring the pleas of the officials trapped within. Once on ground he'd proceed to calmly crush the rest in the car. "It pains me to do this. However, we are liable for the decisions we make. You chose Gambino and I Fang. In order to safeguard the reputation of those I represent, a lesson must be learn. Consider yourselves the martyrs to this cause"
"Yo the sky looks beautiful, just looking at the world one can really appreciate everything."
"That is true boy, but to keep this type of scenery you must protect it from those who aim to destroy it."
"True but I mean I just love how you can see the moon, stars, and... Huh?"
Mob viewed to dots in the sky head down towards the ground, it appeared to be a man along with some type of bus that he was carrying, the people inside were screaming.
"Quickly boy, ascertain the situation"
Mob quickly got focused and scanned the minds of the man landing along with the bus, and from his thoughts he was intent on executing the people inside.
As soon as they landed Mob would telekinetically grasp the car towards himself opened it up so the people could run away.
"I don't know what going on Bro, but I can't let you kill these people."
The screeching crumple of metal permeated the expansive clearing as M'sondaa performed his action. Arms quivering against the shrieking rhythm, his right eye welled up. Although faithful to the howl of the Fang, the mercilessness of this execution pricked at his heart. Quite the unbecoming act for one crowned as the nation's architect of chaos. Yet, as he observed the blood soaked fingers suspended before him, memories of the past came flooding. This melancholy was soon stopped by the sudden subjugation of his own magnetic power. Drawing the half demolished vehicle out of arms way. In one jerking motion, Duma shot glances about and saw the culprit. A dunce off a child, quite dapper were it not for his atrocity of a hairline. Whoever this man's barber was deserved death. Nonetheless, the Brimhat Bandit didn't take kind to his intrusion "Its been a long night and I'm not in the mood. Feel free to excuse yourself" he declared as he unleashed a magnetic repulsion. Sending the car flying to the rescued escapee gang members.
Mob observed the situation while thinking a way to deal with. As he read some of the thoughts of the mysterious person although at first it seemed that his actions were imminent, a moment of lapse came from within him which allowed Mob to perform the quick rescue action. In the moment Mob felt a wave of mixed emotions coming from the person, he seemed…confused about what he should’ve done. Was he coerced into this action? Did he feel regret for something?
(“What was the reason?”)
Mob thought to himself however as he tried to scan the man the moment of mixed emotions halted and he regained a level-headed mindset. The man looked at him
(“It’s been a long night and I'm not in the mood. Feel free to excuse yourself”)
That sentence brought more evidence to Mob’s suspicions. If this man was just some wack ass villain intent on recklessly destroying everything in his path, then why did he allow Mob to leave? Why would he feel not in the mood? His voice and appearance also interested Mob as it reminded him of some of his relatives in Africa but the man reeked of alcohol. Cheap stuff at that, why not get the good shit? Mob thoughts would be interrupted as the car would be sent flying towards the people who escaped. Mob quickly utilized his telekinetic powers and would point upwards as the car piece would stop motionless in the air before landing on the escapees. *cue music*
“No, I can no longer excuse myself from this as you are obviously trying to do harm and I must protect people when I see them.”
As the car piece would gently land on ground outside the area. “However, you don’t’ seem like you want to do this, is someone forcing to do this? Are you being threatened? Luckily, we still have the opportunity clear this up before someone got hurt. I know people that can help you if something is happening, including myself.”
Even if the man did not answer, Mob would continue to scan his mind anyways and would eventually find the answers he needed.
M'sondaa's pupils dilated against the flare of his nostrils. The African stumped twice in succession, slowly withdrew his antagonistic arm. Its fist glued into a rigid clench that ached his bones. Meanwhile, the charitable mop man had pursed his gaping hole to engage him. As the feeble charade at democracy persisted so did the Duma's anger. "It seems there's a breakdown in communication. Allow me to reiterate. We are the products of our choices and those people made theirs. It is this code which dictates, mandates AND forces my hand. Now, unless you intend to help, I suggest you move. Lest, you get crucified amongst thieves..." Duma exhaled and loosened his body, cutting short the dialogue. "DID YOU JUST GET INTO MY HEAD?" he would bark.
Mob could feel the tension rising in the man’s voice as he talked to him , but Mob was not scared as he was prepared if a fight ensued. Despite his anger, this was a smart and reasonable man and Mob wished to engage all intellectuals in conversation if he could before resorting to other actions. Although it didn’t seem like it at first with his executioner demeanor, the man possessed some form of compassion and Mob was determined to understand and let him know about himself.
“It doesn’t take getting into your head to see the emotional conflict coming from your face and demeanor, but help me to understand your point of view. You say we are the products of our own choices; however, I say we are the products of our own free will and judgment. That moment of hesitation and emotional conflict from yourself proved to both you and I that smart and reasonable men like ourselves can show restraint and have free will despite what societal “codes” or stereotypes we are told to live and die by. It is my belief that these codes do not dictate, mandate, nor force our hands rather than merely serves as guides that we can CHOOSE to abide by. We have the choice to create our own code and live by our own standards.
Mob would then point towards the escapees as they kept on running away
You also described the ones behind me as thieves. Does human life mean so little to you that it is disregarded over material manmade objects? Human life is so precious that we cannot just discard it over meaningless squabbles. I understand that what they might’ve took could be important, and hell I would say you could’ve extorted them, forcibly taken over their business, take back the items twofold, and much more. Corporate America does it anyways, and they made it legal. Even though the thought of that is fucked up and a system I would like to change, it’s still not as bad as taking another human life. That is the belief I have come to, and I can see it in you too.”
The ebb and flow of the impassioned speech had reached its end. During which M'sondaa's countenance had been awash from constrained incredulity and softened into perplexity. Inhaling deep into his lungs, the African leaned back and gazed into the stars. "You are a paradox. In your exhalation of free will and judgement you undermine choice. Yet at its very essence it speaks of our appraisal of situations, commitments and resolve. Tell me what value was my alleged hesitation? Did I not ignore this and determine those men's death was of greater value. Is this not me exercising my free will and outcome of judgement?" In a sudden jerking motion, the architect of chaos brought down his head sharply, "Life's meaning is lost if its value is unappreciated. Is the native who kills invaders to protect his land at fault? NO. You accost me with platitudes but are ignorant to OUR ....*sigh* We bandits have our rules and if broken there are repercussions. This morality lecture was nice but I am through. MOVE or else"
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