Post by Restless on Oct 17, 2018 12:43:45 GMT
Free-Roam Name: Getting Ahead
Free-Roam Type: Filler
Objective Level: Intermediate
Objective: Find and Eliminate a Marked Investor
WC: 1262
Stepping into the shadows cast by the late afternoon sun, a crisply-dressed man drew little attention as the alley from which he'd emerged cleared of the clogging black fog, passing pedestrians too focused on their own daily needs to bother looking around. The simple suit was garnished with a wide-brimmed fedora and strange cane, though even the cane's visual significance was lost amid the strange crowds that moved up and down the seemingly cramped sidewalks of New York. The man took one look at the sea of bodies he'd have to navigate and stepped backwards into another billowing dark fog bank, his vision shifting from one of bustling, sweaty pedestrians to a rooftop overlooking the bustling, sweaty pedestrians. Again, he'd apparently drawn little notice on activating his quirk, though some eyes were turned towards the alley once they'd noticed someone vanish.
One corner of his mouth quirked up in a slight smirk as the man known simply as Mr. E turned and strode along the rooftops above the people below. He pulled up a sleeve, revealing a simple but stylish wristwatch and studied it as he stepped through another cloud of fog and emerged across the street on a different rooftop, looking away from it as the hands ticked into position: 5:37 PM. And just as he'd been told, the swinging glass doors opened to reveal a small, timid-looking man come striding out, clutching a brown leather case to his chest. Scrambling to one of the taxis lined up in front of the building, the man fell into the backseat and it pulled out into traffic a moment later. E waited and watched a moment to make sure of the direction, and then began to follow behind, vanishing in an out of clouds of fog as he lazily followed the mark. Despite knowing the destination to which he was heading, Mr. E had long ago decided ensuring plans went smoothly did not involve sitting around waiting.
Forty-five minutes later, they finally stopped outside of a hotel, where the man had been staying for some time. Watching from someone's balcony across the street, E waited until the elevator doors closed before he glanced up into the open window of his prepared room, the city's sounds vanishing as his vision shifted to a cityscape outside of the window. After a brief moment of appreciating the view, he turned back and stopped by the door, closing one eye as he manifested a small cloud of fog through the peephole and closed the other. Watching from a disconnected eye, he waited until the timid man stepped out from the elevator before E reopened his eyes and the fog dissipated. Before the man was even able to reach his door, E had moved to a marked spot in his own room, pulling out a small instrument and studying it to ensure the coordinates were accurate. When he heard the door next to his own close, he waited a few moments before locking onto a set of numbers in his head, changing the degrees just enough from his own to be about ten feet to his south. A moment later, he was face to face with his mark, who was stunned into silence as he stepped out of the short hallway leading from the door.
"Samuel Argyle," Mr. E said slowly, studying the man as the last wisps of fog dissipated from his body. "You have any idea why I'm here?" he asked honestly, a quizzical expression on his face as he looked the mark up and down.
"Why you-" Samuel stammered, as a pair of neck frills similar to a lizard slowly lifted from his shoulders, "Wh-why you're -? Wh-who are you? How'd you get in here?"
E simply shrugged and nodded, giving no answer as he considered the reaction. His silence emboldened Samuel a bit, and he stepped forward further into the room as he set the leather case down in as aggressive a manner as he could muster. "Tell me, who are you? I'll call the co-"
"No," E said quickly, holding up his hands plaintively, "No, no, that's not - no. Just, let me -" he stopped mid-sentence as he plunged his hands downward, converging the fog that had been gathering above and behind Samuel into one mass before he could make a sound. The fog closed like a fist around Samuel a moment before he and the fog vanished, and E strode over to picked up the leather case before an eruption of fog enveloped him as well. His vision shifted to a verdant green field, turned blueish in the clear moonlight. The sound of waves lapping against the rocks a few dozen meters away almost covered the sound of rapidly retreating footsteps. With a sigh, E turned and followed after Samuel, tracking the crushed grass as he lazily trailed after his mark.
"You're making this harder on yourself!" he called out, using his cane to move some brush aside as he continued walking. "This island's too far from anything for you to swim -" he hopped on top of an outcropping of rocks, looking this way and that, before he continued, "there's no ships coming by here for at least another four days... Honestly, you were dead before you woke up this morning." He stepped forward, appearing like a foggy apparition in front of the cowering Samuel inside of the hidey hole E had dug several days prior. As his foot hit the grass, it bent and crunched ever so slightly, indicating his position to the shivering man. Samuel cried out in alarm at the noise, neck frills popping out and shaking threateningly, whipping around to face his hunter.
"No, really," Mr. E said, his face expressionless, "I could have killed you in your sleep. It would have been easy," he lifted a hand, letting the black fog emanate from his palm and fall to the ground like heavy vapor, where it pooled and began swirling around both their feet. "I could have stolen the breath from your lungs," he said, eyes downcast and watching the swirling fog as it began to dance hypnotically. Samuel's gaze too, fell to look at the slowly growing bank of fog, and his attention was caught in moments.
"But my employer, you see," and Mr. E looked directly at Samuel, though he didn't notice, "He wanted a trophy, something he could hang on his wall, and he wanted it with no evidence," E pulled a note from his pocket as the fog rose up further, pulling away from his body to wrap around Samuel. Opening it and re-reading the set of numbers he'd been given, E continued, "It's a sick thing to me, but a job's a job," and E watched as realization dawned in the man's eyes before black fog obscured his face. A moment later, Samuel's body fell to its knees and then pitched forward as the grass swallowed up the body. In seconds, the ground was stained as bright red liquid pulsed from the stump on Samuel's shoulders. Mr. E turned back and stepped into a mass of fog, stepping off of the dewy Irish grass and onto the hardwood flooring of his living room, basking in the slowly vanishing sunset rays.
Less than two minutes passed before his cellphone rang, and E flipped the phone open wordlessly, holding it to his ear. A moment passed, and he gave a simple affirmative grunt and closed the phone. With a long sigh, E kicked his feet up and fell asleep before he'd opened his book.
Free-Roam Type: Filler
Objective Level: Intermediate
Objective: Find and Eliminate a Marked Investor
WC: 1262
Stepping into the shadows cast by the late afternoon sun, a crisply-dressed man drew little attention as the alley from which he'd emerged cleared of the clogging black fog, passing pedestrians too focused on their own daily needs to bother looking around. The simple suit was garnished with a wide-brimmed fedora and strange cane, though even the cane's visual significance was lost amid the strange crowds that moved up and down the seemingly cramped sidewalks of New York. The man took one look at the sea of bodies he'd have to navigate and stepped backwards into another billowing dark fog bank, his vision shifting from one of bustling, sweaty pedestrians to a rooftop overlooking the bustling, sweaty pedestrians. Again, he'd apparently drawn little notice on activating his quirk, though some eyes were turned towards the alley once they'd noticed someone vanish.
One corner of his mouth quirked up in a slight smirk as the man known simply as Mr. E turned and strode along the rooftops above the people below. He pulled up a sleeve, revealing a simple but stylish wristwatch and studied it as he stepped through another cloud of fog and emerged across the street on a different rooftop, looking away from it as the hands ticked into position: 5:37 PM. And just as he'd been told, the swinging glass doors opened to reveal a small, timid-looking man come striding out, clutching a brown leather case to his chest. Scrambling to one of the taxis lined up in front of the building, the man fell into the backseat and it pulled out into traffic a moment later. E waited and watched a moment to make sure of the direction, and then began to follow behind, vanishing in an out of clouds of fog as he lazily followed the mark. Despite knowing the destination to which he was heading, Mr. E had long ago decided ensuring plans went smoothly did not involve sitting around waiting.
Forty-five minutes later, they finally stopped outside of a hotel, where the man had been staying for some time. Watching from someone's balcony across the street, E waited until the elevator doors closed before he glanced up into the open window of his prepared room, the city's sounds vanishing as his vision shifted to a cityscape outside of the window. After a brief moment of appreciating the view, he turned back and stopped by the door, closing one eye as he manifested a small cloud of fog through the peephole and closed the other. Watching from a disconnected eye, he waited until the timid man stepped out from the elevator before E reopened his eyes and the fog dissipated. Before the man was even able to reach his door, E had moved to a marked spot in his own room, pulling out a small instrument and studying it to ensure the coordinates were accurate. When he heard the door next to his own close, he waited a few moments before locking onto a set of numbers in his head, changing the degrees just enough from his own to be about ten feet to his south. A moment later, he was face to face with his mark, who was stunned into silence as he stepped out of the short hallway leading from the door.
"Samuel Argyle," Mr. E said slowly, studying the man as the last wisps of fog dissipated from his body. "You have any idea why I'm here?" he asked honestly, a quizzical expression on his face as he looked the mark up and down.
"Why you-" Samuel stammered, as a pair of neck frills similar to a lizard slowly lifted from his shoulders, "Wh-why you're -? Wh-who are you? How'd you get in here?"
E simply shrugged and nodded, giving no answer as he considered the reaction. His silence emboldened Samuel a bit, and he stepped forward further into the room as he set the leather case down in as aggressive a manner as he could muster. "Tell me, who are you? I'll call the co-"
"No," E said quickly, holding up his hands plaintively, "No, no, that's not - no. Just, let me -" he stopped mid-sentence as he plunged his hands downward, converging the fog that had been gathering above and behind Samuel into one mass before he could make a sound. The fog closed like a fist around Samuel a moment before he and the fog vanished, and E strode over to picked up the leather case before an eruption of fog enveloped him as well. His vision shifted to a verdant green field, turned blueish in the clear moonlight. The sound of waves lapping against the rocks a few dozen meters away almost covered the sound of rapidly retreating footsteps. With a sigh, E turned and followed after Samuel, tracking the crushed grass as he lazily trailed after his mark.
"You're making this harder on yourself!" he called out, using his cane to move some brush aside as he continued walking. "This island's too far from anything for you to swim -" he hopped on top of an outcropping of rocks, looking this way and that, before he continued, "there's no ships coming by here for at least another four days... Honestly, you were dead before you woke up this morning." He stepped forward, appearing like a foggy apparition in front of the cowering Samuel inside of the hidey hole E had dug several days prior. As his foot hit the grass, it bent and crunched ever so slightly, indicating his position to the shivering man. Samuel cried out in alarm at the noise, neck frills popping out and shaking threateningly, whipping around to face his hunter.
"No, really," Mr. E said, his face expressionless, "I could have killed you in your sleep. It would have been easy," he lifted a hand, letting the black fog emanate from his palm and fall to the ground like heavy vapor, where it pooled and began swirling around both their feet. "I could have stolen the breath from your lungs," he said, eyes downcast and watching the swirling fog as it began to dance hypnotically. Samuel's gaze too, fell to look at the slowly growing bank of fog, and his attention was caught in moments.
"But my employer, you see," and Mr. E looked directly at Samuel, though he didn't notice, "He wanted a trophy, something he could hang on his wall, and he wanted it with no evidence," E pulled a note from his pocket as the fog rose up further, pulling away from his body to wrap around Samuel. Opening it and re-reading the set of numbers he'd been given, E continued, "It's a sick thing to me, but a job's a job," and E watched as realization dawned in the man's eyes before black fog obscured his face. A moment later, Samuel's body fell to its knees and then pitched forward as the grass swallowed up the body. In seconds, the ground was stained as bright red liquid pulsed from the stump on Samuel's shoulders. Mr. E turned back and stepped into a mass of fog, stepping off of the dewy Irish grass and onto the hardwood flooring of his living room, basking in the slowly vanishing sunset rays.
Less than two minutes passed before his cellphone rang, and E flipped the phone open wordlessly, holding it to his ear. A moment passed, and he gave a simple affirmative grunt and closed the phone. With a long sigh, E kicked his feet up and fell asleep before he'd opened his book.
