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God to Villain - Steel Hell (RP Thread)

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Rain poured to the grounds of Dusk City, the alleyways painted in liquid. Rats crawled through the muck of the desolate region, all manner of scum crawling into the streets of Dusk City to do their business.

And in the deepest, darkest parts of the city...

...


"Engen..."

A man walked into a dark, cold room, a flickering light keeping the room alight. It was empty, devoid of any obvious furniture or anything to brighten the mood. It was akin to a... solitary confinement chamber, cut off from the outside world and any other form of contact.

"I agreed to bring them here because I thought I'd get something out of this. Now, I know you'd never lie to me, but..."

"Quiet, Mujin. They'll come."

With him, stood another. He hid in the darkness, outside of sight, but he domineered over the air... His voice made the space around him tremble, and caused the man that stood before him to shudder, the power seeping into his veins. The man, seemingly named Mujin, shook his head, putting his hands in his pockets, a sly grin plastered across the dull man's face. He breathed out.

The two men, clouded in mystery, awaited their partners.

"You sure they'll come, Engen...?"

"They'll come."

"You said that already, but..."

"I told you to wait, Mujin... No villain worth a damn would pass up a job this profitable. Just have faith."

"Faith in what...?"

"Faith in villainy."

"Having faith in a villain...? Great idea..."

And they continued to wait.

"Mind giving me a briefing on them...?"

"You doubt to much, Mujin..."

"I at least deserve a briefing..."

"....."

"Come on, Engen. A briefing. I need info on who I'm working with."

"...."

"...Please?"

"...Fine."

"Great!"

"...."

"...Mind starting?"

"...Alarak Tal'tharim. A fighter. Previously a rich kid, but kicked out of her household after murdering a servant at the age of 5. Currently a mercenary. Her Soul Edge is called Psionic. Its effects aren't publically known."

"Sounds hard to deal with. Next?"

"..."

"...Next??"

"Michael. I don't know her past. Her Soul Edge is unknown."

"Wish you had more info, but, what can you do...? Next."

"Cato Hyatt. His past is irrelevant. His Soul Edge is unknown."

"....Amazing briefings."

"You wanted information."

"This isn't information..."

"You want it or not?"

"...Fine. Next."

"Zack Johns. Known to the public as the "Painter Master". A first-rate villain, with a versatile Soul Edge that allows him to distort reality."

"Reality Distortion...? Heh. Intriguing."

"It's powerful. It's why I hired him. But it's not all-powerful."

"Obviously. Next?"

"Kiara Merlo. An unknown past, with a pathetically weak Soul Edge. But she has potential. She can grow, if put to work."

"You've always had an eye for potential, haven't you, Engen...? Heh... Next?"

"Antony Collins. Another first-rate Villain. His powers are devastating, uncontrollable, but strong when tempered. He'll be useful for some muscle."

"Is that so...? I'll keep an eye on him, then. Next?"

"Mimic. Once again, a first-rate Villain. Digging up info on him his hard, though. He's never gone public with his skills, and the Hero Association has no file on him."

"He's discreet, then?"

"Very. I didn't have time to do anymore digging."

"It'll be interesting to meet him, then... Next?"

"Finally, a woman known as Tooha. Not a lot of info on her to begin with."

"Haaaa... Well, it's a fine enough briefing. I know what to expect... somewhat, then. I guess we just need to wait, then..."

Mujin crossed his arms, staring at the door as his teeth collided with his lower lip, a shudder running through his body.

"Don't get to excited, Mujin..."

"Oh, I won't... I just... wonder. Wonder who'd join us in this Hell..."

And as such, they waited for the new arrivals...
 
"...I see." Mujin muttered, crossing his arms. "Well, making a durable marble shouldn't be... outside of my power."

Mujin thought for a moment, "A Soul Edge that involves utilizing items for stealth? Perhaps he's transmitting his consciousness into the object and using it to observe locally? But if that was the case, he wouldn't need to worry about it breaking, since any old object would do. Perhaps it causes mental damage? No, that wouldn't be it. His stress on durability must mean it causes physical damage... So maybe he isn't transmitting his consciousness into the object, but..."
Mimic's eyes narrowed, his eyes darting to the nearby team members. He had been so caught up in discovering a potential tool that he had let slip more than he had planned.

"....No turning back now..." Mimic thought. He took a breath, his mouth twisting into a visible grimace.

"...Just go ahead and make it! It'll be useful, that's all. And don't go spreading rumors about none of this shit, alright?"
 
Mimic's eyes narrowed, his eyes darting to the nearby team members. He had been so caught up in discovering a potential tool that he had let slip more than he had planned.

"....No turning back now..." Mimic thought. He took a breath, his mouth twisting into a visible grimace.

"...Just go ahead and make it! It'll be useful, that's all. And don't go spreading rumors about none of this shit, alright?"
Mujin shrugged, "Well, at least you're using it to contribute to the team, instead of anything... else. Usually, when people ask me to make them marbles, they usually are used for more... nefarious purposes, if my meaning is clear."
 
Mujin shrugged, "Well, at least you're using it to contribute to the team, instead of anything... else. Usually, when people ask me to make them marbles, they usually are used for more... nefarious purposes, if my meaning is clear."
Mimic stared at the man blankly for a moment, before his eyes widened.

"...******* gross, man. I ain't into that kinda shit." Mimic said. He shook his head, wiping his face with his hand.

"...Just...just make the damn thing, ok?"
 
Mimic stared at the man blankly for a moment, before his eyes widened.

"...******* gross, man. I ain't into that kinda shit." Mimic said. He shook his head, wiping his face with his hand.

"...Just...just make the damn thing, ok?"
"Alright, alright. I'll get to work right away, esteemed customer." Mujin said nonchalantly, magically pulling out another vial of distilled iron from his sleeve... He seemed to have a lot of things hidden within his clothing.

Mujin swiftly downed the silver liquid, and got to work. Crimson Ether manifested within Mujin's palms once more, but this time in far smaller quantities, which would only continue to get smaller over time, as if compressing down. The process itself took around 15 minutes of intense concentration from Mujin- So intense that he didn't throw any crude remarks or even smile during the entire process. His energy continued to compress down, until finally, it was done.

"Phew... finally." Mujin said, holding the finished product in his right hand. It was a tiny iron marble- About the size of an eyeball.
 
Mimic had leaned back against the wall as Mujin worked, fidgeting uncomfortably where he stood.

"...******* dumbass. He knows. They know....they all ******* know..." Mimic thought to himself. His hand wrapped around the hilt of the knife. What if they blackmailed him? What if they killed him while he slept? What if...what if...

The man was shaken out of his thought as he saw the small marble form, the man taking several, deep breaths to calm his nerves.

"...Is it done?" He asked quietly.
 
"Indeed." Mujin grasped the finished product in between his index finger and thumb, holding it up for Mimic to see.

"I must admit, the design is simple, but the specifications of the order made it a much more difficult task than one may have expected. It has been designed specifically to ward off heat, cold, electricity, blunt force trauma, and much more... I'd say that it'd be able to ward off blows from the average Soul Edge user without any issues at all." Mujin explained, letting out a tired Brea as he wiped a high amount of sweat from his brow with his free hand.
 
Mimic slowly took another breath, walking over to the man. He slowly examined it for a moment, before gingerly taking it from his palm.

"...Forget what I said earlier. Since you went to the trouble of making something this advanced...I ought to tell you the truth." The man said. He slipped the marble into his pocket, staring up at the man.

"...My Soul Edge allows me to...telekinetically control small objects. I needed something like this for... self-defense. Gotta be durable to be reliable." He said. His face was neutral, his eyes unwavering, the man telling the lie as easily he breathed.

"...I should get good millage outta this one so....thanks." He finished.
 
Mimic slowly took another breath, walking over to the man. He slowly examined it for a moment, before gingerly taking it from his palm.

"...Forget what I said earlier. Since you went to the trouble of making something this advanced...I ought to tell you the truth." The man said. He slipped the marble into his pocket, staring up at the man.

"...My Soul Edge allows me to...telekinetically control small objects. I needed something like this for... self-defense. Gotta be durable to be reliable." He said. His face was neutral, his eyes unwavering, the man telling the lie as easily he breathed.

"...I should get good millage outta this one so....thanks." He finished.
Mujin simply smiled, "I'm happy to make whatever gear you may need to contribute to the group, esteemed customer... But let's try and at least keep our lies straight, yes? You sound like an adolescent boy lying to his parents about getting a bad test grade."
 
Mujin simply smiled, "I'm happy to make whatever gear you may need to contribute to the group, esteemed customer... But let's try and at least keep our lies straight, yes? You sound like an adolescent boy lying to his parents about getting a bad test grade."
Mimic gritted his teeth, his hand tightly clutching the dagger in his pocket. He said nothing for a few, long moments, before spitting on the ground, turning away.

"...Forget it." He said bluntly. He walked back towards the building, slipping quietly inside.
 
Mimic gritted his teeth, his hand tightly clutching the dagger in his pocket. He said nothing for a few, long moments, before spitting on the ground, turning away.

"...Forget it." He said bluntly. He walked back towards the building, slipping quietly inside.
"No." Mujin immediately gripped Mimic by his shoulder, the grip of his gloved hand uncannily tight.

"I will not, as you say, forget it. I've now spent quite a considerable amount of effort to create for you two very high quality items. Don't you think my payment for that could be a little honesty?"
 
"No." Mujin immediately gripped Mimic by his shoulder, the grip of his gloved hand uncannily tight.

"I will not, as you say, forget it. I've now spent quite a considerable amount of effort to create for you two very high quality items. Don't you think my payment for that could be a little honesty?"
Mimic glanced at his hand as he placed it onto his shoulder, immediately feeling the tightness of his fingers against his flesh. For a brief moment, his hand tightened around his knife, preparing to simply stab the man's arm. But...he couldn't deny that the man had provided him a service, nor did he think he could hide it from him forever.

"......." Slowly, the man breathed out.

"...Not here." He said quietly.

"Let me go. And I'll show you. but not here. Too many eyes."
 
Mimic glanced at his hand as he placed it onto his shoulder, immediately feeling the tightness of his fingers against his flesh. For a brief moment, his hand tightened around his knife, preparing to simply stab the man's arm. But...he couldn't deny that the man had provided him a service, nor did he think he could hide it from him forever.

"......." Slowly, the man breathed out.

"...Not here." He said quietly.

"Let me go. And I'll show you. but not here. Too many eyes."
"Wonderful." Mujin said with a smile, slowly letting go of Mimic's shoulder. "We can always simply fork off the path. The house is right up ahead anyways, so getting back shouldn't take long at all."
 
Mimic glanced at his hand as he placed it onto his shoulder, immediately feeling the tightness of his fingers against his flesh. For a brief moment, his hand tightened around his knife, preparing to simply stab the man's arm. But...he couldn't deny that the man had provided him a service, nor did he think he could hide it from him forever.

"......." Slowly, the man breathed out.

"...Not here." He said quietly.

"Let me go. And I'll show you. but not here. Too many eyes."
(I wonder what the "payment" is gonna be~)
 
"Wonderful." Mujin said with a smile, slowly letting go of Mimic's shoulder. "We can always simply fork off the path. The house is right up ahead anyways, so getting back shouldn't take long at all."
Mimic gripped his own shoulder, rolling the joint with visible discomfort.

"******* vice grip..." He muttered. He glanced around, looking for any abandoned buildings away from the path. Finding one, he pointed at it, glancing back at Mujin.

"...In there. Just you. Consider this payment." Mimic said.
 
Mimic gripped his own shoulder, rolling the joint with visible discomfort.

"******* vice grip..." He muttered. He glanced around, looking for any abandoned buildings away from the path. Finding one, he pointed at it, glancing back at Mujin.

"...In there. Just you. Consider this payment." Mimic said.
"Very well." Mujin said, nodding. "Onward to the dark, scary abandoned building in the den of villains...!"
 
"So secretive, you are. You know, simply revealing your Soul Edge to your teammates without any of the formalities wouldn't make you melt like the wicked witch of the west..." Mujin said as he did indeed follow Mimic
 
“......” Mimic said nothing for a moment, soon reaching the entrance.

“I value the element of surprise. Unlike *******...eating things and ******** out weapons, my Soul Edge works best when they don't know what I can do.” He said. He opened the door, glancing into the dark interior to ensure no one was inside.
 
Mujin spoke after they had confirmed that there was indeed nobody inside.

"You make it sound as if you consider us to be your enemies, good sir." Mujin said.
 
"I do." Mimic said dryly, slinking into the building. His steps were slow, and cautious, continuing to glance around for a few long moments, before turning towards a small, decrepit radiator lying against one of the walls, beginning to move towards it.

"...It's only a matter of time before someone stabs me in the back."
 
"Well, believe whatever you want." Mujin said with a chuckle, "There's no real benefit that I could get from stabbing you in the back."
 
Mimic simply shrugged, breathing out.

"...Anyway. You want the truth right? Here's what my Soul Edge does." He said. Slowly, he placed a hand on the radiator, his fingers resting atop its metal. For a brief moment...lines seem to stretch apart his flesh, thin, straight patterns of green and red dancing across his pale skin. Less than a moment later...his body seemly melted into the metal object, his body disappearing with a faint flash of color.

As the process finished, Mujin would seemingly be left alone, Mimic nowhere to be found.
 
Cato was watching everything transpire as he rode a small trapdoor platform which was floating tens of meters above, his legs crossed as he made a fist and placed his chin on it.

"*sigh, this is boring..." he told himself. "I thought joining them would make me less bored. In hindsight, I somewhat regret that choice..."
 
Mimic simply shrugged, breathing out.

"...Anyway. You want the truth right? Here's what my Soul Edge does." He said. Slowly, he placed a hand on the radiator, his fingers resting atop its metal. For a brief moment...lines seem to stretch apart his flesh, thin, straight patterns of green and red dancing across his pale skin. Less than a moment later...his body seemly melted into the metal object, his body disappearing with a faint flash of color.

As the process finished, Mujin would seemingly be left alone, Mimic nowhere to be found.
Mujin squinted his eyes ever so slightly, slowly walking up to the radiator.

"I figured I was right... Your ability isn't telekinesis or projecting your consciousness into objects, albeit that's part of it... your physically merging with the object itself. Or, to put it another way... possessing it.'
 
The radiator began to hum ever so slightly, emitting warmth, despite not the electricity having long since been shut off from the area. Slowly, his voice began to project itself from the device.

“.....Smartass.” He grumbled. Mujin couldn't see it, but he was definitely scowling right now.

“...Anyway, you are...basically right. Like how a normal Soul Edge user can...inject an object with Ether. I can inject an object with...me.” He said. Slowly, the man's upper torso emerged from the radiator, his body covered in the same red and green lines that had appeared when he first possessed it.

“I can move and shit, as well as access any of its basic functions.”
 
"Well, isn't that just the most handy ability!" Mujin said with a smile, "I assume if the object you are possessing is destroyed, you'll be forcefully ejected from it, yes?"
 
"Well, isn't that just the most handy ability!" Mujin said with a smile, "I assume if the object you are possessing is destroyed, you'll be forcefully ejected from it, yes?"
"...I didn't say I'd tell you every little thing about my ability." Mimic grumbled, avoiding the question. His body slipped out of the radiator completely...before seemingly melting down, submerging itself into a small chunk of broken rubble nearby.

"...You understand why I wasn't keen on showing this off, right?" A voice said, Mimic once against projecting the sound from his possessed object.
 
"...I didn't say I'd tell you every little thing about my ability." Mimic grumbled, avoiding the question. His body slipped out of the radiator completely...before seemingly melting down, submerging itself into a small chunk of broken rubble nearby.

"...You understand why I wasn't keen on showing this off, right?" A voice said, Mimic once against projecting the sound from his possessed object.
"Oh, so cruel, so cruel!" Mujin said jokingly, before nodding.

"I've long since understood your rational. But unfortunately, you took a job where you have to work with other people. Hiding your abilities from them isn't exactly a thing you can do forever and work effectively."
 
"Oh, so cruel, so cruel!" Mujin said jokingly, before nodding.

"I've long since understood your rational. But unfortunately, you took a job where you have to work with other people. Hiding your abilities from them isn't exactly a thing you can do forever and work effectively."
"...I don't usually work with people this closely." Mimic muttered. The rubble he had possessed slowly began to roll across the ground, bumping into Mujin's legs.

"I don't need to hide it forever, just long enough to figure out which of those ******* I can trust. Trust enough to keep their damn mouth shut, anyway."
 
"...I don't usually work with people this closely." Mimic muttered. The rubble he had possessed slowly began to roll across the ground, bumping into Mujin's legs.

"I don't need to hide it forever, just long enough to figure out which of those ******* I can trust. Trust enough to keep their damn mouth shut, anyway."
"So, you trust me to, as you say, keep my mouth shut?" Mujin said with a chuckle, placing his hands in his pockets.
 
"No." Mimic said bluntly. Gradually, his body sprouted from the discarded rubble, the line's across his flesh slowly disappearing.

"But I also know you're a smartass. Outside of the smoke chick and her lucky guess, you were most likely to figure something out. Especially after my ******* slip-up outside. If my last lie had actually fooled you, we wouldn't be having this conversation."
 
"Wow, that's crazy." Mujin said nonchalantly, "You're perhaps the 12th most paranoid man I've ever met. Not in the top 10, but top 20 is still an achievement all things considered."
 
Mimic breathed out, flexing his arms ever so slightly.

"...I also knew you if you wanted to betray me, you would've rigged that knife with something. Am I right?" Mimic said, his tired eyes glancing over at the man.

"With a power like yours, there was a fuckton of ways you could've messed with that weapon."
 
"Oh, of course. There's countless ways I can kill you now that you're in possession of something containing my power." Mujin said happily, not even bothering to hide the potential implications.

"But... there's no reason for me to do so. Believe it or not, Mimic, I don't have a single reason to betray you or backstab you. I'm unaware of any experiences you may have gone through in the past involving betrayal, but believe me... I've no reason to betray you. You have nothing I could possibly benefit from." Mujin said. It was without doubt a creepy way of putting things... but it sounded weirdly sincere, more than you'd get from the average villain in this business.
 
"Oh, of course. There's countless ways I can kill you now that you're in possession of something containing my power." Mujin said happily, not even bothering to hide the potential implications.

"But... there's no reason for me to do so. Believe it or not, Mimic, I don't have a single reason to betray you or backstab you. I'm unaware of any experiences you may have gone through in the past involving betrayal, but believe me... I've no reason to betray you. You have nothing I could possibly benefit from." Mujin said. It was without doubt a creepy way of putting things... but it sounded weirdly sincere, more than you'd get from the average villain in this business.
"You two seem to have a nice date..." Cato said from above, his hands on his chin, aligned upsidedown— clearly bored out of his mind as he seemingly appeared from outside to inside.
 
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"Oh, of course. There's countless ways I can kill you now that you're in possession of something containing my power." Mujin said happily, not even bothering to hide the potential implications.

"But... there's no reason for me to do so. Believe it or not, Mimic, I don't have a single reason to betray you or backstab you. I'm unaware of any experiences you may have gone through in the past involving betrayal, but believe me... I've no reason to betray you. You have nothing I could possibly benefit from." Mujin said. It was without doubt a creepy way of putting things... but it sounded weirdly sincere, more than you'd get from the average villain in this business.
Mimic glanced at the man for a long moment, his tired eyes seeming to examine the man.

"Yeah...well...whatever man. What's done is done. I can't afford to stay up every night thinking you'll slit my throat anyway..." The man said. His voice was less sharp than it usually was, lacking the hostile edge he often adopted when he addressed Mujin.

"You two seem to have a nice date..." Cato said from above, his hands on his chin— clearly bored out of his mind.
"......" Mimic glanced up at Cato for a moment. He gritted his teeth, likely about to yell out some vulgar insult, before simply breathing out.

"Get lost, prick." Mimic said tiredly.
 
Mimic glanced at the man for a long moment, his tired eyes seeming to examine the man.

"Yeah...well...whatever man. What's done is done. I can't afford to stay up every night thinking you'll slit my throat anyway..." The man said. His voice was less sharp than it usually was, lacking the hostile edge he often adopted when he addressed Mujin.
"You seem to be operating just fine on... what, a half hour of sleep a night, looks like? You'd be fine." Mujin said jokingly. He glanced up at Cato for a moment, before just shrugging, not really caring.
 
"You seem to be operating just fine on... what, a half hour of sleep a night, looks like? You'd be fine." Mujin said jokingly. He glanced up at Cato for a moment, before just shrugging, not really caring.
Mimic shook his head.

"...I ******* wish I got a half hour of sleep a night." The man grumbled. He turned away from the man, beginning to walk towards the exit.

"....We're done here. Let's head back before some junkie tries to shank us."

"Describing yourself? How humble..." he replied sarcastically.
Mimic simply stuck his middle finger at the man, before walking away.
 
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