Realistic or Modern Urban Legends

[Brax]

Kyrie​

Placing a cigarette between his lips, Kyrie watched as various people passed him on the sidewalk. Everyone seemed so busy. Meanwhile, the young man was standing with his back leaning against the front wall of a local convenience store. Kyrie knew the owner, so he rarely got bitched at for loitering. The air had been crisp, the smells of various food stands, colognes, and the streets diverged into a mess of the senses. Noises ricocheted between the buildings, from people talking to cars honking and sirens sounding off.

Kyrie wouldn't have it any other way.

Removing a lighter from his jacket pocket, the cigarette would be ignited with the flick of metal. Upon checking the time, Kyrie would find that his plug was running rather late. Some people who were contracted chose to actually make good use of their time. For Kyrie, he broke it up into pieces. Ever-so-peculiar, the young man had rituals which spanned over the past decade. Those were not to be broken, especially considering the fact that each move he made was to better his livelihood.

A few more minutes passed before a gentleman on a motorcycle came to a screeching halt, skidding into a parking spot right in front of the convenience store in the process. This man's face was never shown; he always walked around in public wearing his helmet; complete with a black visor that was impossible to see through. The man tossed a backpack into Kyrie's hands before he revved the engine back up and shot off into the depths of the illuminated city.

That part was always so easy. The money would come later.

Unzipping the backpack, Kyrie did a brief search of its contents before closing it back up and throwing it around his shoulders. At this point, the amount of alcohol he had consumed only a half hour prior had been taking its effects. Kyrie was inebriated but he was not drunk to the point of being able to control himself. The man never quite let himself get too far off kilter.

Placing both hands into his jacket pockets, Kyrie continued walking through the city. There had been a spot he had plans to show up at, one of the most popular bars that Starbright had to offer. Plenty of famous people constantly showed up, there was always a line to get in and the drinks were ridiculously overpriced. What else could you ask for?

Light hues scanned his surroundings as he crossed a busy intersection. As he bit down on his cigarette, Kyrie muttered through gritted teeth.

"Where the hell is Oni?"
​

Noble Scion

 

[YoungX]

Urban Legends​

• P Diddy
• Hunter Pace
• ??? (NPC)

• 
  
  "Ugh.... where... where am I?" Diddy would wake up to find himself tied to a chair. In front of him was Leslie, though the stare he gave was rather empty.
  
  "Who... who are you? What happened... to me?"
  
  Interaction: D duegxybus
  
  
• 
  
  "Hunter," he says as he would start washing his hands. Soon he would have to find himself at work again though at least he'll get paid well enough for the week. After finishing up, he heads out into the alleyways and heads into a night club. Upon heading towards the entrance, he would be greeted with two guards.
  
  "Hold up. You don't look like anyone on the VIP list. Name?"
  
  Hunter Pace would smile as he gives his name. "Hunter Pace."
  
  The two guards looked to each other before looking back at him. "Is that a joke?"
  
  "Nope."
  
  Then the two guards would start getting out their guns.
  
  A long smile forms on his face. "I wouldn't have it any other way." Within just a few moments, he would have taken out his twin pistols, performed a leg sweep on both of them and would finish with a single blow to both of them at once. Upon entering inside, he starts shooting up at any guard that tries to retaliate. People start fleeing.
  
  "Now where the hell is my target?"
  
  Interaction: VasiliasMellow
  
  
• 
  
  As the pharmacist took cover, she would find herself completely knocked out. A man in a gray hoodie would be behind the counter as he gives Briana the medicine that she needs.
  
  "This is what you want right? Oh and don't worry. Those cameras are dead." He looked to Briana and found himself an opportunity that presented itself right in front of him.
  
  "Also how would you like to work for me? I'll give you and your family the money needed to support yourselves. In return just do as I ask. Sounds good right?"
  
  Interaction: Veltsu VI
  
  

 

[Veltsu VI]

Briana Solo
YoungX

Briana stared to man, but nodded and taked medicine.
"Thanks, okay."
It seemed that man was only one who would give her job, and they needed money. Money that was left from their mother had ended to buy last month's food.
"You sure that this helps my sister?"​

 

[Noble Scion]

Oni Luna

Spoiler: Appearance

“Yes?” The demon asked as she phased into being directly next to her contractor, her long, fire-red hair defying gravity and floating around behind her, as though she were under water. “What am I needed for today, Mr. Assassin?” Luna said in her strange echoing voice, despite them being in the centre of the city, her piercing sharp red and black eye gazing at the side of his head, her very presence being capable of sending shivers down any being’s spine with a mouth that seemed that it had never seen what a smile looked like.

The duo hadn’t been contract and contractor for that long of a time, only a week or two, and neither of them had exactly gotten used to it just yet, all she knew was that she was bound to him and shared her power with him, a bit of an unfair agreement, given that she got nothing out of it, but she supposed that it got her around the place, rather than simply waiting around in the void of the internet in her boredom. "Also, call me Luna. That's what I used to tell all my victims to call me, anyway..." she grumbled, reminiscing about her significantly more enjoyable past, despising the fact that she had been all but forgotten in the minds of the people, apart from this man, it seemed.

It almost warmed her frozen heart. Almost.

"Need a lift somewhere? Want to watch some people fall over? Because I can do either. Not because I want to, of course, just if you want to." A flicker of a devilish grin appeared as she gazed about, releasing the one named Kyrie from her terrifying gaze, padding along the stone grounds bare-foot, seemingly invisible to all of those surrounding them.

Brax​

 

[Brax]

Kyrie
​

Some things were hard to get used to.

Oni Luna appearing before him just as he had asked about her whereabouts was simply one of those things.

Chills crept up his spine as he turned his head to look at the demon, who had been staring right back at him. The two stopped momentarily. “I should call you Luna because your victims used to call you that?” Kyrie had crossed his arms momentarily before resting his chin on the space between his thumb and index fingers belonging to his right hand. “Well... That’s rather fitting, actually. No, I don’t need a lift. Thanks to you, I can fly. I do, however, find that you could be of use. My hands will be full, after all.”

Yeah, sure. To Kyrie, there was nothing out of the ordinary about having a conversation with the demon whom he was contracted with. However, to everyone who had been walking around or nearby him, it would seem like a rather odd sight. A figure in a rather large coat, with a hood over his head dressed in all black, was having a conversation with what seemed to be air. What made matters worse, was when the demon began walking forward unexpectedly. At that point, he would momentarily seem like a man who conversed with an imaginary friend and then chased after them.

As the two neared the bar, Kyrie bypassed the entire line. When a bouncer stepped forward to place his hand on Kyrie’s chest, he would find himself suspiciously floating off the surface of the planet. It was his fault for deciding it was a good idea to put his hands on a stranger. With ease, Kyrie’s arm flung the door open to an establishment that had been packed to the brim with bodies. Kyrie’s target had been all the way in the back of the club, at the same table he was always sat at. See, this particular gentleman was a mafioso, one who had enough money to run operations out of the bar.

Kyrie had been offered enough money on the side. And he had a bag filled with the man’s drugs. There was no use trying to hide his actions. Things would undoubtedly get messy. Kyrie stopped nearby the entrance, his hands in his jacket pockets. His eyes were looking forward.

“Luna, if you don’t mind, please teach all these people what it feels like to fly.”​

Noble Scion

 

[VasiliasMellow]

After their brief and unusual introductions, Hunter left in a bit of a hurry. 'Strange.' Huck followed seconds after just in time to catch him him dash down the alley. 'Yeah, normal people do that all the time.' he whispered to himself. Huck began to tap his foot until it thumped rapidly on the ground. There was another chime from his pocket but he ignored it. Looking around the alley and seeing it was clear he leaped into the air and onto a near roof before dashing ahead towards the nightclub from above.

Then he heard the gunshots inside. 'So definitely not normal. Also, he is a crazed murderer who you met in a bathroom. Run away Huck.' he whispered to himself on the roof of the crime scene where he should not be. Huck got low and scampered to the edge of the roof before leaping back into the alley and in seconds found himself back in front if the bar. Placing his hand in his pocket and grabbed his phone. Keeping his head low he walked away checking his missed messages as his phone chimed again.

From: Jack

them

No! Can't you smell it? He is a predator Huck, don't tell him your name.

them

Okay, he knows your name idiot, just don't follow him down an alley. Well, you are probably going to die:ghosthalo:

them

Are you finished being an idiot?

me

I'm going home, I don't think he saw me follow him but just in case I need the quickest way back.

them

Next time don't ignore me. Check the app.

Huck turned into another alley and pulled up the GPS app. He waited for the course to be plotted, once again his foot was thumping the ground quickly. There was a ping and like a bat out of hell, he was off. In just a couple minutes he had put a mile between himself and that bar zigging and zagging through alleys and across rooftops.

At his destination he found a cab waiting. After giving his address he sat back and put a hand on his chest. His heart had begun to slow down, it always felt like a jackhammer in his chest when he was running. 'Hunter...how literal.'

Interaction: YoungX

 

[duegxybus]

• Leslie Levitt

• 
  
  Leslie Levitt​
  Upon hearing Diddy's voice, Leslie's expression turned into one that would be sure to strike fear into anyone who looked into her eyes. "I'm a private eye." Leslie crossed her arms and looked at Diddy. She didn't do anything to remove the ropes that were binding him, just yet at least.
  
  "I'm still looking for the name of the loan shark that paid you. You really don't have to pay them back, and I can protect you legally."
  
  YoungX
  
  (So sorry I wasn't here for a while! Working on something new, but I'm back and active now!)
  
  

 

[YoungX]

Urban Legends​

• P Diddy
• Hunter Pace
• ??? (NPC)

• 
  
  "Oh uh...," Diddy started to stutter quite a bit, as if trying to remember something. "Ugh.... I can't remember anything..." He started to close his eyes as he scrunched his brow as well. Whatever happened to him, it was clear that he is unable to remember what Leslie was looking for.
  
  Interaction: D duegxybus
  
  
• 
  
  As Hunter Pace started walking in, he would shoot again at anymore guards that came through. Of course it turns out that the guards weren't actually dead, rather they were pretty much incapacitated. Despite all of the fast shooting, Hunter was deliberately aiming for non-vital spots, with precise accuracy. Venturing forward, he would bust down a door to reveal a middle-aged asian man wearing a silk suit and hat sitting down on a chair.
  
  The man had his hands together as he looked up and stared at him. "Well this is a rather upfront visit from a very violent customer. Are you here to rob me? That can easily be arranged you know. I'm a rather forgiving man," he says with a slight cough.
  
  Hunter shakes his head. "I'm no customer. Chang wanted me to send his regards to you personally." He points his left pistol at him.
  
  A chuckle is heard from the man as he looks straight at Hunter, his eyes unmoving. "Oh little Chang sent you? My has he grown to be a little tiger. How many years has it been... since I had to take a cub seriously?" The man stands up and looks to Hunter with a rather peaceful stare.
  
  The room had become all too quiet within a moments time. Both stared at each other without giving a single blink.
  
  5... 4... A finger twitched. 3... 2... 1.
  
  What used to be a room, rather what used to be the building itself was now replaced with just a floor, ruined furnishing and no roof. Both Hunter and the man had struck at each other at the same time. Pace had struck with a high left kick, aimed at the man's face, while the man had blocked with his own fist.
  
  "Fuck!" He pulled his leg away as he started to hop on one leg while holding the other with his arms. "Jesus Christ what the hell are you made of?! Are you trying to kill me?!?!"
  
  "Well you are here to kill me, no?"
  
  "...Oh yeah right."
  
  "Though I will say one thing: You're quite sturdy for such a young man. Though... this arm of mine used to blow away most fighters within a single strike. Sigh... I really am getting too old."
  
  Hunter simply stared as he would shake off the pain and got back on his two feet. "That asshat was right about you. You're unbelievable. So this is why they used to call you the Iron Hammer."
  
  "Oh please... I'm still worth my salt. I haven't aged that much to lose my own title."
  
  
  Chul Mandook - The Iron Hammer​
  
  "That just makes my job harder." He takes out both pistols and starts firing bullets faster than what a person is regularly capable of while strafing.
  
  Mandook also moves while avoiding said bullets.
  
  Interaction: VasiliasMellow
  
  
• 
  
  "Of course. I overheard your conversation. This medicine will help with that problem and it'll be fine even if the person you're giving it to is pregnant. Now if you want to work for me then all I need is your consent and a signing for a contract. You can follow me to my office and we can talk it over there. You're free to take your time to think about it." He would start heading out as he opens the door.
  
  Interaction: Veltsu VI
  
  

 

[Veltsu VI]

Briana Solo
YoungX

Briana nodded. She didn't know what pregnant, their mother hasn't told them that word.
"I work with you"
Briana knew that they needed that job, they where already short of food. Briana followed man.​