Futuristic History Repeats

[Redwing]

2023, America. Reports of superhumans have come and gone within the last decade, most proven as hoaxes, some believed to be truth. However, nothing has been as important in the people's mind as the past year. Millions riot in the streets, all due to one man, only known as 'Hex'. A former crime lord turned President, it is highly suspected that his win in the election was completely due to dishonesty and forged votes. Nonetheless, he removed a majority of cabinet and supreme court members and replaced them with his closest allies. The few that remained were easily overshadowed by the new members, thus eliminating any chance of voting against laws that he proposed. The resulting laws involved extremely high taxes and laws that favored the rich, and bureaucrats. There has been extreme unrest among the american people, and everyone knows something is coming, but none will act, yet.


This will be an RP inspired by the French Revolution. The characters we will be playing will be superheroes, the only superheroes in the world. Whether or not their hero is known to the public is entirely up to the player. How he/she got their powers is up to the player, but no aliens or the like.


1. No godmodding.


2. Be active, at least one post within a three day period.


3. Try to let everyone else post before you post again.


4. There will be 4 slots for characters, excluding me.


5. Put 'Heroes will rise.' in the Other section if you have read the rules.


6. Fade to black if necessary.


7. Don't fight unless in character, no arguing OOC.


8. Relationships are fine, but follow rule 6.

 

[MrM]

May i have a chance?

 

[Redwing]

To apply? Sure!

 

[MrM]

To apply? Sure!

Awesome Thanks!


I will make my character right away!

 

[Redwing]

Okay, cool

 

[JohnWatsGoingOn]

I'd like to join

 

[Redwing]

Awesome, just post a CS in the Character sheet tab, and if it looks good, then you're in

 

[Davis Butler]

Joining =D

 

[Redwing]

Cool

 

[Davis Butler]

...

 

[Redwing]

Connor's boots splashed into another puddle as he walked down the wet street. It had been raining for over an hour, and since he didn't have a car, he'd have to walk to get some food. Cars drove up and down the street with mild traffic, and the lights of different shops made the dark night somewhat more colorful. Through the traffic, Connor noticed a rather expensive looking car. It was all black, had tinted windows, and was surrounded by two larger cars that were identical to each other. Someone important, maybe? The next thing to draw his attention was the barely noticeable, flashing red light under the car.

 

[Zinnasaadi]

Emery's hair was slicked back, wet from the rain. They tucked a cigarette between their lips, flicking the wheel of the lighter pulled from the trash bin. Cupping a hand around the end of the cigarette, they protected the tiny flame from the cold. The cigarette was lit, and Emery inhaled deeply.


Bad idea. Emery choked on the smoke, coughing violently. The vapor curled away from their lips, mangled by the drops of rain. They attracted concerned looks, but were quickly redirected when glares were shot in the direction of the pedestrians. Emery gave off an unsettling aura, but unless one looked for it specifically -- which was almost impossible because of the crowd -- they would not have realized that the strange teenager had no reflection. The teenager chewed grumpily on the end of the cigarette, counting the coins in their pocket.

 

[Redwing]

After the red light came a small beeping sound. It could be barely heard, but Connor focused and heard it. It started out slow, and as it grew, the other two cars began to have the same red light. The realization hit the man within a moment of thought. He dashed towards the closest car, vaulting over the first vehicle in his way. "Get out! Get out! Ge-" Connor was abruptly interupted. Fire and shrapnel flew from the car, and after that, another explosion, then another. Connor was sent flying back as all three explosions went off. The young man landed on the concrete street. Cars began crashing into each other, men and women were running in every direction, and as chaos ensued, Connor used his 'second vision' to look into the wreckage. No signs of life.

 

[Zinnasaadi]

Emery's water-darkened head snapped up, mouth agape. They immediately dashed for the flames, and more specifically the person that was thrown by the first explosion. It was absolutely chaotic, the mirror-walker shoving past frantic men and women to reach the warped vehicles. They scanned the shrapnel, eyes flicking back and forth.


There.





A young man, lying on the ground. Emery's curls, now drier from the heat, bounced with vitality. A glance to the left, a glance to the right, and they were off. Darting around pieces of metal, they grabbed the young man's bicep and hauled them onto the sidewalk. He didn't look hurt, but then again it was hard to tell in the unreliable light. "What the hell were you thinking!? Why didn't you move? Are you okay? What happened?"

 

[Redwing]

Connor blinked once, and his vision went back to normal. He looked up to the person who had dragged him to the sidewalk. "I'm fine. I saw a red light underneath the cars, and once I realized what was happening..." The flames were dying down because of the rain, but the chaos around them didn't stop. Connor got up and examined the wreckage again, hoping to find some kind of clue. "Thanks for the help." He blinked and looked around with his second vision.

 

[Zinnasaadi]

Emery stepped back, looking upwards at the man. Unknown to the young adult, their sclera was tinted ever-so-slightly red, just enough to notice if you were really looking.. "Are you hurt? Let me see your elbows."


The lanky youth ducked underneath his arm, examining the skin. They then circled the stranger, giving him another look. "You flew pretty far, it looked like. Are you sure you're okay? I mean, everyone else who was in the vicinity is either gone or dead, but... You. You're still here. And you don't have any broken bones. Do you have a concussion?"


Emery stretched up on their toes, peering straight into the eyes of the other man. The cigarette rolled between their fingers, brow furrowed. Settling back down, they rocked back on their heels and placed the cigarette back between their lips. The youth made an inquisitive sound, blowing a bit of smoke into the space between the two.

 

[Redwing]

"I'm fine, no injuries that I can feel." Connor raised an eyebrow at the smoke, but soon regained focus and looked back at the card. He slowly walked towards it, blinking once to revert back to his normal vision. "Who were you..." He picked up the card and looked at it. It was indeed an identification card, as suspected. His eyes widened, however, and the color began draining from his face when he saw the name. "Vice... president..." He looked back at the person behind him, a shocked look still plastered on his face.

 

[Zinnasaadi]

Emery slid over to the young man, peering down at the ID card. Their jaw dropped, eyes flicking back and forth from the wreckage to the card. "No... What the hell? Why- Why would they do that? Why'd they kill him?"


They puffed on the cigarette, deep in thought. Targeting the Vice President didn't make much sense to the mirror-walker. Why target the second-in-command and not the President? Isn't that what they wanted, the President dead? Emery dropped the cigarette and extinguished it under their boot. They turned back to the stranger, obviously confused.


(OOC: So sorry that took so long to reply, something came up and I was called away from the computer for a bit.)

 

[Redwing]

Connor fidgeted with the card for a minute. Maybe it wasn't an organization... He turned his head. "I don't know. The President might have been too hard of a target. Maybe whoever did this wasn't doing it to hurt just the President. Maybe..." Connor's thoughts were interrupted after a newsflash appeared on a nearby electronic board. 'Vice President Killed in Car Bombing, Civilian Suspects' He stared at the site for a moment, slowly processing what he was reading.

 

[Zinnasaadi]

Emery's attention was grabbed by the news scrolling across the screen. They shook their head slowly in disbelief, then turned to a large, mostly undamaged tinted window. The mirror-walker place their hand on the glass, feeling it sink slightly. A glance around made sure nobody was looking except for (possibly) the stranger.


Emery glanced back over their shoulder at the young man, eyes blazing crimson. They paused, then with a sigh extracted their hand from the window. They walked back to the young man and stuck the same hand out. "Emery."


If they were witnesses to this crime, they were also suspects. To the mirror-walker it was best to band together. The more people you have to watch your back, the less of a chance you have getting caught.

 

[Redwing]

Connor shook the thoughts from his head and looked down at the person's hand. He eyed it oddly for a moment, and after hearing the name, realized that they were introducing themselves. He looked up to the person's face, his expression calm but serious, and shook their hand. "Connor." He looked around and saw that people began walking out of buildings. Shops, homes, theaters, groups formed in the streets. Soon, people began yelling. Cheering, even. "This is the time!" "We must save our children's future!" Different people all began yelling and shouting different things, though they all seemed to have the same meaning. People brandished whatever kind of weapon they had on them. Pistols mostly, a couple knives, even some brass knuckles here and there. "Fight back against the government! Stop them from taking away our freedoms!"

 

[Zinnasaadi]

Emery looked at the scene around them in fear. They grabbed Connor's hand, pulling him back towards the mirror. Their eyes changed into red again, diving headfirst into the glass. It pulled at the mirror-walker's curls, feeling as though they were wading through molasses. After five long, agonizing seconds they finally dropped into the dark room. Emery turned and pulled Connor through, muscles working against his resistance.

 

[Redwing]

Connor's eyes widened after he had reached the dark room. He looked around rapidly, his eyes trying to find something to highlight and explain to him as to how he got there, who got him there, and why he was there. His questions were answered when he looked to see that the person standing in front of him was highlighted in their entirety. He blinked again, changing his view back to normal. "What... just... where...?"

 

[Zinnasaadi]

Emery dragged the stunned young man along behind them. "No time to explain, move quickly, move quickly!"





They hurried across the room, eyes flicking back and forth between the blocks of light filtering into the room. They were all too small, too small... No human could physically pull themselves through the tiny reflections lining the room. Emery spotted one large enough to pass through and yanked Connor behind them.


The mirror-walker released their grip on the young man and stepped up into the mirror. Emery turned back and extended a hand to him, eyes burning red. "Come on. We should be far enough from the scene by now."

 

[Redwing]

Connor stared at the outstretched hand. "What is happening..." He thought about the last twenty minutes of his life. First a car bomb, then the vice president was dead, then it was civilians who killed him, then riots... Connor had a feeling that a lot was going to happen soon, a lot of bad stuff. He sighed, knowing that he was going to have to be a part of it, and after making sure he was ready, grabbed Emery's hand.