GPD/Genesis/Aegis [A Return...]

[Boxah]

((I'm trusting that no reply in over 24 hours despite numerous members being online and giving OOC comments gives me the go ahead to continue))

He adjusted the dial with his gloved hand, putting up the frequency. A gentle, and yet unbearable sound, began to burst from the speakers. He opened the helmet slightly, placed a cigarette to his exposed mouth and let the end before stepping towards the speaker and jacking up the volume. The instant howling of dogs could be heard across the city, accompanying the unbearable chorus. A tramp asleep on a nearby bench took hold of his ears and began to shout, but the noise could not be heard over the high volume of frequency.

The driver exhaled from the corner of his mouth, smiling as though not at all fazed by the noise. Slowly he began to change the frequency on the dial until finally he achieved his goal. Not only deafening due to the extreme volume he placed it at, but also matching the correct natural residence of cheap window panes, car alarms began to suddenly burst into action across the street as their windscreen and side windows shattered under command of the high frequency sound.

[Cleric Pei]

It was like a castralto singer and a fire alarm had a kid and then pumped the sucker full o' steroids. The resounding chorus of car alarms shattering glass that answered the max-volume solo, reminded Pei of an Edge that one of his comrades had in a time long past. It had the same effect, only it also resulted in something getting incinerated with a pillar of flame. Either way, it caused the bandages just below the inspector's nose to become stanched with a crimson stain that welled out and dripped down past his chin as if by reflex, a psychological trigger. It appeared that he'd gotten so used to the Edge that his body was fooled into reacting the same way, like the sound was affecting the very barometric pressure around the GPD grounds.

Taking measured breaths and measured strides as always, he made his way out of the building and towards the source of the noise pollution. It got to the familiar point where he couldn't even hear his ears ring in the background anymore; outside, there was not even the small relative protection that being behind a ceiling and walls offered. It was like being in a vacuum that was trying to make his skull implode. As he continued to make his approach and close the distance between the 'cycle and himself, he began to shake his head and gesture disapprovingly at the device and the speakers. Hopefully the professional prankster would drive off and call it a victory already before the inspector actually got any closer.

[Keioko Matsukaze]

As soon as the high frequency sound penetrated the walls of the GPD, a thump would be heard-if not for the loud noise- within the Deputy Commisioner Keioko's office. She clasped her hands over her highly sensitive tiger-like ears which were currently flattened against her head from the noise. She shouted in pain as a huge migrane threatened to peak itself any moment. She staggered to her feet, heading to the front of the building to find our what that noise just was.

[Boxah]

Apartment windows shattered, and people voiced silent screams as their eardrums burst at the noise. The driver did nothing but stood and adjusted the volume, increasing drastically the nauseating shrill pitch whilst smoking. His helmet evidently act as some kind of sound suppressor, the tones unable to reach his eardrums or shatter the material it was made of. He took a few steps back from the speakers briefly, leaving their dizzying wall of noise to throb through the street and began to write in the road with gasoline.

Initially it appeared as nothing more than a random pattern, but as he stepped towards the bike, it revealed its true nature. Noticing a figure hobbling towards him, he finished his business. Switching off the amplifier, he was immediately joined with a second chorus of alarms from apartments and cars, accompanied by the sick sound of screaming as people suddenly realised the true fate of their injuries. He returned to his seated position on the motorcycle. Throwing the cigarette back into the centre of the road, a name was visible burning into the asphalt as he drove away.

'Boxah'.

He tore off his helmet and threw it to the side of the moving vehicle, not needing its sound-supressing shell any longer. Looking back at the mummified officer who had been heading towards his motorcycle, he smiled to himself and tug at the Spaz 12 Seth had left attached to the side of the wheel arch. Flicking it up, Boxah swerved and fired three shots back at the police officer, not waiting to check if they'd hit before tossing the shotgun to the side and driving messily off, raising his middle finger at the last camera he noticed.

[Edymion]

((Boxah. Leave. You way overstepped your bounds. Keioko. That never happened.))

[Keioko Matsukaze]

((Eh, bu-what? Gah!!))

[Serenade of the Seas]

Edymion

((Boxah. Leave. You way overstepped your bounds. Keioko. That never happened.))

(( y halo thar non-member edy. From what I've heard; you are bani-shed, bani-shed, oh bani-shed; from the GPD. But really since it's move to the GGN I've not a clue what's been going on with the GPD other than it sky rocketing around. Also, isn't it Keioko's choice to deceide wether or not she RPs with Boxah? Or, in this case, Tac's decesion if it ever happened? I don't see it breaking any rules. Or perhaps my sight and memory fail me. ))

[Gelmax]

Edymion

((Boxah. Leave. You way overstepped your bounds. Keioko. That never happened.))

((I know this may be a tough burden to bear, Edymion, but you are to my knowledge no longer a commissioner of the GPD. You no longer have the authority to cause the GPD's death through inactivity; you must simply stand and watch as the guild thrives now that people don't have to pretend to listen to you anymore. And don't worry about Keioko's character; I know Edy's a man for the ladies, but I figure an angelic guardian whatever the ******** he is has better things to do than sex up random catgirls anyway, doesn't he?))

[Edymion]

((That makes you two idiots! Tacitus hasn't removed my GPD authority, and he told me himself. He's just too dense to know what to do. You can either leave or be reported to a moderator for harassment.))

[Boxah]

Edymion

((Boxah. Leave. You way overstepped your bounds. Keioko. That never happened.))

((I'm sorry? How did I overstep my bounds? My apologies, Edymion, but you're not on the memberlist and I have followed every one of the rules for attack.

Was it sensible? Yes. Was there munching? No. Were members online and active? Yes. Did I use any mecha, space fleets, or like devices/units? No.

Sorry, but I'm not going to have you telling me my post is void when it is completely within the boundaries of the thread's rules and you're not even classified as related.))

[Keioko Matsukaze]

((Guys, please take this somewhere else...))

[Lord Gaea]

<center>((Ooh, I really wish I knew about what exactly happened with the Commissioners. I have no idea at all what power you have left in the GPD.))

((My point really is that since I don't know what's going on, I seriously doubt any of you non-members know what happened. (I hope that Keioko does sweatdrop )))

((Also, I'm not sure if that was too technically advanced. I'm not trying to put down your attack Boxah. I'm just saying that it says devices on the first page, and I'm not sure what Tacitus means by "Technilogical Divices." wink )

((So in other words, I don't know anything! stressed ))

[Edymion]

Boxah

Edymion

((Boxah. Leave. You way overstepped your bounds. Keioko. That never happened.))

((I'm sorry? How did I overstep my bounds? My apologies, Edymion, but you're not on the memberlist and I have followed every one of the rules for attack.

Was it sensible? Yes. Was there munching? No. Were members online and active? Yes. Did I use any mecha, space fleets, or like devices/units? No.

Sorry, but I'm not going to have you telling me my post is void when it is completely within the boundaries of the thread's rules and you're not even classified as related.))

((If you can't figure it out, then hit the road.))

[Chris Ganale]

(-decides to wait for this s**t to get settled before he does anything-)

[Cleric Pei]

The flaming calling card was nice and flashy, but so was the SPAS that the 'biker pulled out from the fork holster. Not having enough time to wonder why he hadn't followed procedure and carried his riot shield, the inspector ducked his entire body by instinct, as he lifted his legs up and balanced himself low to the ground with the heels of his palms. Supporting his weight with his arms, he sweep-kicked several times in a drunken mockery of a half horse manuver. After crab-dancing to the rhythm of cordite blasts, he collapsed upon the ground, rolled away, and snapped back up to a kneeling position. Though his magnum had been cuffed to his wrist as always, he didn't bother to brandish it. With parting shots like those, the lucky contestant probably wasn't planning on staying for much longer, and the inspector was right.

Yet despite the half-hearted accuracy, Pei's ears began to shriek and ring again, as the sting of stray buckshot that had embedded itself into his reinforced clothing, Kevlar and bandages welled up on his arm and the side of his head. The badge on his armband had been marred by ricochet, the edge of his cap and all-weather-coat sleeve were torn to reveal the armor sewn underneath, and two quickly widening red splotches joined the congealing stain already on his face. They would undoubtedly leave scars to either add or begin his collection; more likely the former. Cracking his knuckles as he stood up, Pei stepped past the sizziling name that was already beginning to die down, and back towards the department.