Yep, it's finally here. 
Anyway, first off, if you don't recognise any of the people/places chances are I added them into their respective list in the SSR main list. I would apprciate it if all parties involved in this RPG read the main thread BEFORE posting. Thank you 
And if you don't know what the frag is going on here, PM me please.
P.S Also, number one RPG rule. Take off your signature in ALL posts in this topic.
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"You are now on the first floor" Droned the automated voice of lift's speakers.
"Have a nice day!"
Two figures stepped out of the lift. A smaller figure, with a face so sober, it challenged a tomb stone, draped in a fur long coat. And another, with a face that could be a tomb stone, with a more conventional brown, long coat wrapped around him. To say the later figure overshadowed the other would be an understatement.
The two walked, side by side, down the corridor of the apartment complex. The wooden floor boards creaking under their weight. It was situated in a decent part of town. More cheap lodgings for those who can support themselves, then squalid, over priced holes from the bowels of hell for those with nowhere else to go. It had running water, a lift to each floor, bathroom facilities in each room. Not a millionaire's paradise, but it was decent.
The smaller of the two figures checked a piece of paper. He examined the scrawled writing on it's surface and then stopped outside a door marked 66.
"This is the place." He said to his larger counterpart, who nodded.
The smaller figure rapped lightly on the door. At first there was nothing. But it wasn't long before he heard the creak of the floor boards, the giggling of a young lady and all kinds of rustling associated with getting ready. Soon the door opened slightly, a waft of perfume assaulting the men's nostrils and then a devilishly handsome face poked though the gap.
"Yeah, what do you want?" He asked, sweat dripping down his face.
"Hello, Mr. Coal. My name is Detective Starbright and this is my associate..."
"Detective Donovan." The larger figure interrupted, face covered by the rim of his hat.
"We have urgent business to discuss with you." Starbright, aka Tracer Bullet, continued. "May we step inside?"
"Now... well, it isn't really a good time right now..." Coal replied uneasily.
"I happen to think it's a perfect time." Said Donovan, cracking his knuckles.
"Indeed, no time like the present, eh Mr. Coal?"
"Alright, alright! Just gimme a minute, okay?" Coal said before ducking back into his apartment.
"Heh, I did pretty well, didn't ?" Donovan whispered once Coal had gone.
"You make a pretty good thug, Granite. Ever considered taking it up for a living?"
"Nah, I heard the pay is lousy."
The conversation was cut short by the door being flung open. Joshua Coal now standing fully clothed in the doorway. A young, blonde haired woman pushed past him. Her face, for what brief glimpse Starbright caught of it, was red with anger. She pushed past the two "detectives" and ran down the corridor.
"Baby! I'm sorry! We'll talk later, yeah?" Josh yelled after her. But there was no response. "All right Officers, you can come in. But this better be damn important!"
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Meanwhile, in the classier part of Lutonopolis, where the upper class took up residents and looked down upon the lower classes from their silver towers, noses held high. Riona Chasey lay spread out on her expensive, four seater sofa (as three seaters were awfully small), lazily watching the afternoon go by in her luxurious apartment.
There was very little to do at the moment, so she'd decided on a quiet night in front of the TV. However, TV programming was one of the few things in her life she couldn't make perfect, and she was stuck with "Attack of the Wolfman" some persudo horror/science fiction melding.
"We interrupt this broadcast for a special news bulletin." Special news bulletin's happened all the time. What with the amount of costumed creeps hanging around the city. However, this one made her sit up and listen.
"Top Scientist Geoffry Walker was reported missing yesterday by guards situated on the inner levels of the Wescorp compound. One was seriously injured, however the other described the situation as a kidnapping, carried out by a large man with bull-like horns.
"Officials are baffled by the disappearance and in a statement, a Wescorp exec described the events as "Regrettable", and says that the guard involved "Must have taken a serve blow to the head. Bull horns, how absurd." The guard hasn't been heard from since.
In other news, Communist leader Vladimir Krasny today announced to the world that work had already begun on a space programme. With the Cold War coming to a stalemate, their are fears that this is a sly tactic to hit the moral of Neo-Englanders. The USNE Space Association have yet to respond."
Riona sighed, she was about to lay down again, when there was a knock on the door. She didn't really feel like company at the moment. Maybe if she didn't answer they'd go... even as she thought it there was another knock. She sighed, no pleasing some people.
"Come in." She muttered lazily.
"Hey there." Said a gruff toned voice as a figure stomped into her apartment. "You better listen up, sweetie. 'Cause I'm your Guardian Angel!"
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Tanya Wescorp fumbled about with the keys to her home. Room 37, Block 24 of Tower 82 of the Wescorp Compound. She'd never really understood how to work keys, faint memories of high tech key cards clouding her mind.
She eventually figured out the infernal mechanism, the door swinging open. She had a fairly standard, but sufficient. As an exec of Wescorp, she lived better then most of the grunts at the bottom of the pyramid. She had everything she needed here, not to mention a good cover.
She was about to strip off her Wescorp uniform (which she was proud to bare!) when something sent a shiver though her spine. A slight breeze had entered her apartment though an open window. She hadn't left any windows open when she'd left for work this morning... something was very wrong.
<<Do not be alarmed>> The words seemed to float though her mind, rather then being an actual physical sound. <<I wish no harm upon you. I just wish to converse>>
"Who are you!" Tanya yelled into the darkness. "I demand that you show yourself!"
As if out of nowhere, a figure in a long, grey dress and purple cape appeared. Her skin was a sort of off-yellowish colour, her eyes pure white and her hair silver. It was obvious she was not of this Earth. But then, neither was Tanya.
<<I apologise for any shock brought on to your person...>> The alien began, sounding slightly unsure of herself. <<... However, you did request for me reveal myself>>
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Murat wiped the sweat from his forehead. He'd been working late at the Lutonopolis university and had completely lost track of time. He'd been working on a paper describing the theory of Anti-Matter. What it was, how it could be used and his own, personal thoughts about it. It shouldn't have taken him so long, but he'd felt the need to flesh it out. A lot.
"Murat Aziz, I assume." Murat turned around to meet the voice who had addressed him. It didn't sound like any of the lecturers or students. He was quite surprised to see a man dressed in a finely made Pin-stripe suit and a bowler hat. Umbrella swinging at his side.
"That's me." Replied Murat, not sure what this man wanted from him.
"Good evening. Sorry to barge in like this." The figure took a seat at a desk opposite Murat. "My name is James Wintergreen. I've heard you have quite... spectacular talents. And was wondering if we could discuss them."
"I don't know what on Earth you are talking about, sir. I am just a humble student."
"Is that correct?" James felt around in his jacket pocket, until his hands clasped around something that was roughly of a round shape. A juicy, red, apple to be precise. "Well, in that case, catch."
Wintergreen propelled the apple directly towards Murat at a moderately high speed. Enough to give somebody minor head damage, perhaps. And then watch curiously to see the reaction.
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