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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...
 
A few minutes later, Mujin began gagging a bit, the man gripping his stomach. "Yep- Here it comes-"

He turned away from the group before emptying his guts onto the muddy ground beneath, a visceral sound being released as he puked.
 
Mimic glared at the woman for a moment, before shaking his head.

"Just...**** off, Micheal." He said wearily. He wasn't even going to ask what those 'observations' were. He glanced back at Mujin, grimacing in disgust as he watched him puke onto the ground.
"No, Mimic. For your information my observations partly came from what you said, and the rest was just a guess." Michael said to him, breathing out
 
"Do you do this every time you eat things?" Alarak asked Mujin telepathically
Mujin didn't respond to Alarak's telepathic message as he finished emptying his guts, breathing out once he'd wiped the excess off from his sleeve.

"Ahhhh... Now!" Mujin stood up straight, crimson electricity beginning to crackle in his hands as matter seemed to just... appear in his hand, as if defying the laws of conservation of mass, but, clearly, the matter forming in his hands was being formed from his Ether, which was seemingly crimson in color.
 
Antony simply stared as Mujin's hand began to crackle with it's crimson electricity, clearly an effect of his Soul Edge. He paid no attention to the pile of vomit on the floor.
 
"No, Mimic. For your information my observations partly came from what you said, and the rest was just a guess." Michael said to him, breathing out
Mimic ignored the woman, taking a deep breath.

"...******* psychic...prick..." He thought to himself. Having his Soul Edge seemingly guessed so easily sent a wave of anxiousness through the man's body, his heart racing in his chest. He took a step back from the group, taking a few deep breaths to calm his nerves.

"...What else do these bastards know about me...?" He thought. Reflexively, he reached for his knife, his hands wrapping around thin air. The fact he had buried it moments before not even registering in his mind. His hands continued to fumble around his pocket hurriedly, as if the weapon would somehow appear if he willed hard enough.

"...****....****..." He thought. He took a long, deep breath. He was spiraling, he knew that, the stress of the situation was already getting to him...but he couldn't let it control him, not around so many potential threats. He closed his eyes, tightening his body, before gradually loosening it, letting the anxious feeling slowly fade from his chest.

"...They would have figured it out eventually, anyway. I...I just needed to be more careful...." He reasoned to himself, taking another breath. He shook his head, burying his face deep into his hood as he watched Mujin work.
 
The electricity continued to congeal within Mujin's hands until several plastic cards formed in his hand, all neatly stacked and arranged. "Luckily I'd eaten some plastic for breakfast, or else this wouldn't have been possible to make..." He thought to himself.

"Alright! All done. Don't worry, I've given you all aliases and false birth dates." Mujin said, smiling as he rubbed his stomach with his other hand.
 
Mimic ignored the woman, taking a deep breath.

"...******* psychic...prick..." He thought to himself. Having his Soul Edge seemingly guessed so easily sent a wave of anxiousness through the man's body, his heart racing in his chest. He took a step back from the group, taking a few deep breaths to calm his nerves.

"...What else do these bastards know about me...?" He thought. Reflexively, he reached for his knife, his hands wrapping around thin air. The fact he had buried it moments before not even registering in his mind. His hands continued to fumble around his pocket hurriedly, as if the weapon would somehow appear if he willed hard enough.

"...****....****..." He thought. He took a long, deep breath. He was spiraling, he knew that, the stress of the situation was already getting to him...but he couldn't let it control him, not around so many potential threats. He closed his eyes, tightening his body, before gradually loosening it, letting the anxious feeling slowly fade from his chest.

"...They would have figured it out eventually, anyway. I...I just needed to be more careful...." He reasoned to himself, taking another breath. He shook his head, burying his face deep into his hood as he watched Mujin work.
"Mimic, what's wrong...?" Michael asked quietly, leaning down and silently taking her ID
 
Mimic glared at Micheal, his baggy, tired eyes boring into the woman for a few, long moments.

"...Just...Leave me alone, Micheal..." He said quietly. He slowly walked towards the pile, snatching his ID off the ground.
"There's clearly something wrong Mimic, I'm only asking because I want to help, but I won't pry if you don't want any help like that." Michael responded quietly

Alarak picked up her card and shrugged, not really caring either way
 
"Helping when you yourself are the part of the problem isn't very effective." Mujin thought to himself. With a shrug, he grasped his own ID, looking down at the information he himself had inscribed into it.

Name: Mujin Park.

Gender: Male.

Date of Birth: 1999, aged 23.


All of that, tacked on with other useless, frivolous information he took no time to care about or consider, simply slapping it on there simply because he needed to. His eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth rising once more into a wide smile.

"I wonder if the real Mujin Park has a problem with me using his identity... Oh well. He's already dead." He thought to himself, before shrugging, slipping the ID into his pocket.
 
"There's clearly something wrong Mimic, I'm only asking because I want to help, but I won't pry if you don't want any help like that." Michael responded quietly
Mimic closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

"Look...I don't need help. Especially not from some random chick I just met." Mimic hissed.

"...Just...lay off me, alright? And don't go snooping in my business."
 
Mimic closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

"Look...I don't need help. Especially not from some random chick I just met." Mimic hissed.

"...Just...lay off me, alright? And don't go snooping in my business."
"All right, you need another cigarette or are you fine?" Michael said, simply standing up straight and holding out another cigarette with her hand
 
Mujin glanced over at Mimic, his smile fading ever so slightly as his eyes narrowed. He contemplated whether or not he should reach out to man, for fun, if anything. See how he'd react. But he decided against it.

"In our current situation no doubt it'd only cause discord... Which will interfere with the mission. Which would be... inconvenient." Mujin thought to himself, before merely shrugging.

"Oh well. Not like I know him, anyway." He thought, placing his hands in his pockets.
 
Michael nodded, slipping the cigarette back into its case and walking forward a bit, standing in front of everyone and sighing to herself

"This probably won't go well, will it...?"- Michael thought to herself
 
...

Around an hour later...

The gates of Cloud Garden came into sight to the group, the large, towering walls made of pitch black steel enshrining the city in a guise of complete blackness, from the outside, at least. Mujin tapped his chin gently, "They are well-guarded, as expected... Sneaking in may not have even been an option..."
 
Mimic took a deep breath, irritation painting his face. He buried both hands into the pocket of his hoodie, one of which fumbled idly with the ID Mujin had given him.

“This shit better work…” He thought to himself. The sight of the city up close seemingly unnerved him, and he fidgeted uncomfortably where he stood.
 
Mimic took a deep breath, irritation painting his face. He buried both hands into the pocket of his hoodie, one of which fumbled idly with the ID Mujin had given him.

“This shit better work…” He thought to himself. The sight of the city up close seemingly unnerved him, and he fidgeted uncomfortably where he stood.
"Oh, it'll be fine. Just try and look... presentable. You look like death! You could definitely use a makeover." Mujin said playfully, smirking.
 
"Oh, it'll be fine. Just try and look... presentable. You look like death! You could definitely use a makeover." Mujin said playfully, smirking.
Mimic glanced at Mujin, glowering visibly.

"...We're entering a city, not a ******* club. I look fine..." Mimic muttered, shaking his head. He gingerly rubbed his eyes, deep bags visible underneath his vision.
 
Mimic glanced at Mujin, glowering visibly.

"...We're entering a city, not a ******* club. I look fine..." Mimic muttered, shaking his head. He gingerly rubbed his eyes, deep bags visible underneath his vision.
"Well if we were entering a club I'd suggest you be wearing something far more revealing than that, on the contrary." Mujin said with a chuckle.
 
"Well if we were entering a club I'd suggest you be wearing something far more revealing than that, on the contrary." Mujin said with a chuckle.
Kiara put her hands to cover her face. "Are you going to act like that the whole time?" She asked Mujin with a muffled voice.
 
"...Who says I'm ******* with you?" Mujin asked, "Believe it or not, I'm serious here. A man's appearance shapes him. Shapes how people perceive him. One must look good if they want people to see him as... good, one might say."
 
"Heroes are, often at least, prissy little bitches who favor keeping up appearances over actually doing the work the world needs." Michael responded
 
"Well... not exactly what I meant. Though if any of you are interested in make-up I'd be happy to provide! I love cosmetics." Mujin said with a smile, "All I'm saying is that people will perceive you with less scorn if you look like someone who won't... stab them in the back. Literally. With a knife."
 
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