Manhattan is the most densely populated borough of New York City, its economic and administrative center, and the city's historical birthplace. The borough consists mostly of Manhattan Island, bounded by the East, Hudson, and Harlem rivers, and also includes several small adjacent islands and Marble Hill, a small neighborhood on the U.S. mainland. The borough also hosts four of the world's 10 most-visited tourist attractions in 2113: Times Square, Central Park, Grand Central Terminal, and of course Wardens Tower.
Territory Owner: Government Territory Base Income: $5000 Sub Areas: Wardens Tower
Posted: Sat May 13, 2017 11:38 pm
Gil rushed through the streets of New York City, desperately trying to make it back to the steakhouse (see here) before it closed. He nearly caused two traffic accidents, but he made it just as the shutters were closing. Crap, it was one of those automatically timed closings. There was a large metal gate slowly descending over the front entrance of the restaurant. Gil liberally exercised his power, cracking the sidewalk in several places, but he made it inside as the gate as it got about halfway down. Continuing to use his power, Gil laid waste to the floors. He quickly snatched up his hat, turned around and ran for the door. If he'd been over a century older, he would've noticed how amusingly similar the security video of his exit was to a scene from a certain old movie about an archaeologist; he dropped his hat again while sliding under the now nearly closed gate on his way out, forcing him to reach back in and nearly lose an arm, retrieving the hat in the nick of time. Gil quickly got as out of dodge as he could, and began the walk back home trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible.
hat retrieved: 1 traffic violations: 2 vandalism: 2 counts (sidewalk and restaurant floor) reckless endangerment of civilians with parahuman ability: 1 count totally worth it
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above crimes committed, all of which fairly close to Wardens Tower
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 12:33 am
Alas, Gil's quiet walk home was not to be. He only made it a few blocks from the restaurant when he saw a man in a ski mask robbing a woman walking with her daughter at knifepoint. Ordinarily situations like this fall firmly under the category "none of his damn business," subsection "who gives a s**t?" In this case, however, the daughter was really cute. Gil decided he could deign to intervene just this once, donning his newly recovered hat and becoming Gilgamesh once more. He didn't want to risk the girl or her mother getting hurt, so he decided to wait until the robbery was completed to make his move. He wasn't worried about the man getting away. There wasn't a non-cape in the world who could outrun him, and even if the man had a getaway car there was so much traffic here, it likely still wouldn't be enough.
Gilgamesh slowly crept up behind the mugger, trying to get within about sixty feet. Around seventy feet away was a corner he could hide behind, so he decided to call that good and keep an eye from there. He didn't have to wait long, the mother handed over her entire purse, and the mugger cut and ran... the wrong direction! Gilgamesh cursed and leapt forward, not stifling his volume in the hope that the sound would distract the man and slow him down. It was not a vain hope, the criminal slowed significantly as he turned to look behind him. Gilgamesh always knew that his colorful vocabulary would serve him well someday. He was already midway through his second leap when the man saw him, and about to make the third by the time he'd processed what he was seeing. There was only slightly over ten feet between them, and Gilgamesh had been focusing on getting there quickly instead of preparing to attack. Too late now, if he took the time to adjust, it was entirely possible there would be a knife in the way by the time he reached his opponent. Cursing again, Gilgamesh braced himself as well as he could and leapt one more time, tackling the man. He felt a sharp (though thankfully not knife sharp) pain in his shoulder as he impacted, but noted with satisfaction the cracking of ribs and pained grunt he elicited. Rolling after he hit the ground, Gilgamesh managed to almost make it look like the entire maneuver had been on purpose. He'd just have to hope that the attractive member of his audience wasn't skilled enough an observer to notice.
His opponent did not have as lucky a landing, hitting his head on one of the walls that made up the sides of the alley. Not hard enough to do any permanent damage, but he was out for a while. Gilgamesh recovered the purse and returned it to the woman, flashing a somewhat goofy grin at her daughter as he did so. Dammit, he'd been working so hard on his badass kingly persona, why did it have to fall apart now?! Sure, he hadn't had much experience flirting living in a small village without many girls his age and then in the wilderness, but still, he was Gilgamesh! Apparently he either underestimated the woman's condition after just being mugged, or his own reputation had reached further than he thought, because she grabbed her daughter's hand and bolted the moment she had her purse. Dammit again! Gilgamesh did notice the daughter turn and say something that sounded an awful lot like "thank you!" as they receded further and further away... okay, so maybe it wasn't a total loss, he admitted as that same goofy grin worked its way back onto his face.
Now all that was left was deciding what to do with the miscreant. Intellectually, Gilgamesh knew this wasn't dissimilar to some of his own actions when he found trespassers in his territory. That was different however, this man had no claim to this area, and wasn't worthy to lord himself over others like he was anyway. Besides, he'd threatened that cute girl, and Gilgamesh needed to take out his frustration on that front somehow. He rationalized that he needed to take action to preserve his reputation and avoid looking too much like one of those do-good heroes anyway. Though Hammurabi may have ruled much later than the original Gilgamesh, he gave the current one a good idea of how to solve these problems. He strode over the unconscious man and released his power over the man's right hand, shattering every bone within. That woke him up, judging by the screaming that now filled the night air. s**t. Gilgamesh abandoned his slow leisurely walk, and fled towards the edge of the city as fast as his powerful legs could carry him.
one more crime, slightly further from Wardens Tower
Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 6:32 am
Echelon always liked to see the city like this, everything seemingly moving in slow motion around her. People, cars, birds, everything. An entire minute for her was only one second for them. A leisurely walk carried her from near Wardens Tower to the source of the most recent disturbance, a mugging in the area to which a suspect parahuman had fled. Some kid had been causing trouble earlier in traffic and then at a restaurant. City camera's had already picked him up heading to that area so she'd been out on patrol. Interestingly enough she found that the two events were mostly unrelated. She did however see her suspect use his ability to crush the hand of a mugger. Seemed their perp had a softer side. Kids these days... Despite the information that he was a suspected mover, she was far far faster than he was. Well at least to his perception. While Gil sought to flee the scene and make for the edge of the city Echelon ran out ahead of him by what she figured was about two hops and used her master power while allowing herself to drop back down into normal time long enough for him to see her.
Echelon's master ability allowed her to send messages and commands telepathically. The recipient's brain then processed the message and translated it into something the recipient can understand. For most words appeared in their field of vision and wouldn't go away no matter where they looked or if they closed their eyes. She could also impart directions which appeared as an arrow for most. In this case she simply sent the message "Stop." If Gil looked at the woman out in front of him the first thing he'd probably notice was the shiny orange visor of her flight helmet and that she was holding something in her right hand. Though her fingers obscured it, the object appeared to be black and spherical. "I want to talk."
s**t! As soon as he saw the woman appear in front of him, Gilgamesh quickly splayed his feet slightly and the moment his feet touched the ground, pulsed his power out of each foot, slightly more forwards than backwards. In doing so, he fairly neatly stopped his forward momentum, bouncing slightly in his place. As a side effect (which wasn't unwelcome for the visual effect) it caused significantly more damage to the sidewalk, making several large cracks spread outward from his feet and raising the far edges of the concrete panel around him making a small crater. ... s**t. Echelon. Gilgamesh had a vague notion that he was in the same part of town as the Wardens Tower, but he hadn't been paying close enough attention to notice how close he really was. Not that it would've mattered much. There were significantly more people on the various Earths Gilgamesh could outrun than those he couldn't, but Echelon fell very firmly into the smaller, second category.
On some level, Gilgamesh was honored she had come for him herself... on another level, he thought to not draw attention to it, knowing it would likely break the pleasant fantasy that it was a result of his reputation or power. Accepting that though, meant it was chance that it was her standing in front of him. Well, damn his luck. They just happen to send the one government toadie who can actually catch him? And it just had to happen while he was injured, didn't it? ******** words in his vision were getting annoying. Oh, wait, they changed from "stop." when had that happened?!
"Do you really? It seems like if you wanted to talk, you could just open your mouth and do it. Instead, you're beaming messages into my head. Orwell's screaming and turning in his grave, knowing Big Brother can do that. Are you doing it to throw me off? I think we both know that isn't necessary. And I think we both also know that the b*****d had it coming, and this certainly doesn't warrant intervention from the head of the damned Wardens. So how about you just let me go on my way. Don't want to be here anyway, already got what I came for." Here, Gilgamesh gestures exaggeratedly with his hat.
Boned: me
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 7:47 am
The grip on the item in her hand lessened somewhat as he came to a stop and engaged her verbally. Echelon didn't put it away, but she wasn't exactly about to hurl it either. The psychic message changed yet again, "You wouldn't be able to hear me. Besides this will be quick. You're young, so this time only you get a free pass." She seemed to wait, giving him time to process the message before changing it again. "We can't let you go around destroying property or causing problems but, you didn't have to stop that mugger and you did. You could join the wards, get training, help people without hurting others. Go home, think about it. We won't have his kind of chat again." After giving him time more to process that message she'd step to the side, signalling that he could leave if he wanted to.
Ughh. Him, Gilgamesh, joining the government's loyal dogs? It took all of his self control to resist responding with some snarky comment, but he managed to bite it down. Speaking of, he'd bitten off a bit more than he could chew here. As much as he was loathe to do it, Gilgamesh decided to take Echelon up on her offer. He'd remember the insult, but there wasn't anything he could do about it now. He barely managed a stiff nod by way of acknowledgement, and bounded off, being more careful than he had been previously to avoid doing too much damage to the city. He had his hat and he had his life. He could continue to work on his reputation, and come back another day when he was stronger for his revenge. If he saw any more disturbances on his way out of the city, Gilgamesh elected to ignore them.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2017 3:54 pm
___From one bench to another, Makoto found herself on a completely different plane from her own. It was weird to think she might just be living over here now, but it had to be better than the eternal disappointment of New Brockton.
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___No contact from anyone, Makoto's stomach started up its growling again. It'd been what? Days since she'd left New Brockton, might as well make some trouble here and see if the Wards responded. At least then she'd get shelter and a meal. Well, she could handle the meal right now because some run of the mill thugs started shaking down the hotdog stand across the street. They were simpletons, probably part of a civi gang, which meant this was going to be relatively straightforward. Her head swam as she stood up though, a result of being half starved. A quick shake cleared the cobwebs and the metal lady practically dragged her arms and legs across the street.
"Come on guys, gotta work a bit faster than that." She said with a yawn as she draped her arms over their shoulders as best she could and stared at the vendor with a wink. A moment later the thugs burst into convulsions, collapsing like sacks of bricks immediately after. "I'll take... five. Oh, uh... call the cops and if they start waking up kick em' in the head or something until they stop." The man just kinda stared for a moment, wondering what had prompted this strange woman coming to his aid. "Look, give me the damn hotdogs or I'll eat you and save the rest for later." She said, snapping and causing a spark. This seemed to kick the vendor into gear, after which Makoto returned to the bench with her spoils. Maybe some vigilante justice would get someone's attention. [ Vigilante Justice Complete | Reward 1 taken ]
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A lone businessman had just arrived home after another eventful day at work. His face gave away to his exhaustion in both his professional and home life. With the death of his wife and his daughter running away there was very little holding him back from hurling himself out of the nearest window and ending it all. Still, he continued in his normal routine of exiting the cab, paying the same cab driver his price plus a tip and stepping out of the car. Across from the street was that creepy looking child who always seemed out of place wherever she went. This was a routine she knew all too well after all the time she spent watching, observing the man's movements. He slowly walked into the building across from her and thus she took a break from her person of interest. It would be a while before dinner began. The man always loved to take a shower after work and then relax. She would have time to grab a bite to eat and come back later. "I'll be back in time for dinner, Father." The child mumbled to herself and got up from the bench she had been sitting on. While she had acquired a good amount of money from things around the city, there was the age old question of what she should have. Hot dogs from lunch were all ready in her stomach. Maybe the gyro vendor a couple of blocks down was still there. It was worth checking out. She turned herself in the direction and began to walk herself down the crowded streets. She attracted a few passing glances, but who wouldn't really? You don't see an albino child unattended everyday. The kid remained deep in her thoughts while walking, sometimes bumping into people on accident before belting out an apology and quickly moving on to not gather any attention.
Kyung "No Jam" Park always loved how easy it was to feel small and blend in to the crowd in New York. You could be hard to find, especially if you were short, in Manhattan. Even with thin, circular black shades protecting her eyes from the sunlight and a gaudy looking ring on one finger, she was just another girl. One exposed leg crossed the other, her shorts somewhat form fitting, matching the black and white striped shirt. Pink lips barely held the straw as she sipped from a cup filled with green tea. Definitely just another pretty girl, certainly drawing little to no eyes on her. From her perspective, however, everyone drew her attention. Everyone had a quirk to them, everyone was always blipping her radar the moment she could see them. She didn't need to be trained to read people either, she just knew. A male passed and her eyes rested on his face no longer than a second. Her brain processed the info so fast it was like she had stared into his brain for hours. He was aspirant, a little naive. He didn't like his father, and judging by his upward facing stare, looking from building to building, she could tell he was new around here. Likely escaping some latent daddy issues? She understood the need to distance from people. Just as soon as she had that thought her eyes rested on a woman, walking fast with a phone to her ear. Insistent to a fault, overbearing, superiority complex. She was in a rush, directing... no micromanaging was likely closer to what she was doing.She reminded her of the people in charge of the Wards.
Those people had given her a rating of Ten and a thinker classification. It was interesting, because they hadn't let her look at them when she was brought into the Ward headquarters. They were smarter than to let her start reading them. Sad really, because it was inevitable that she would. She was interested in what they had to hide. Her intrusive nature was a byproduct of being able to see personality traits, make educated guesses based on that to manipulate people, usually from the Ward HQ, feeding info to her allies directly from body cams, or the security cameras all over New Brockton. She licked her lips, recalling that she'd have to be back soon. Whatever. She didn't even go out on patrol, in fact it was a little bit unfair to her that she didn't. When Kyung was Command, and in costume, it was usually in an interrogation room. She, for the most part, stayed at the HQ, manning the console for hours at a time while her hero counter parts took shifts out in the field. She, arguably, spent the most time out on "patrol" actually. She took every chance she could get to go to New York and relax away from her job, and away from school. Her mood was never sour however, because she got to mess with her teammates in ways only she could while she was in their ears. For this reason, most of them were friendly with her. THey could nary afford not to when she could so easily acclimate to what anyone needed to be comfortable, persona wise. She sipped her tea again, glad for the few friends she had held on to.
Her trigger event left her with no friends at all. A lot of people completely lowballed exactly how detrimental thinker trigger events could be. While hers wasn't as bad as most by a stretch, she still had gone through a lot to have been so young, so impressionable. It left her distrustful of men that her boyfriend could so easily harm her, so easily breach the trust and faith she put into him. Her eyes narrowed as the memory came forth. She froze, reminding herself she wasn't that impressionable, that weak, that pathetic anymore. NAry a drug had touched her lips since. She toughed out colds, cried through splitting headaches that came with overly intrusive uses of her powers for days, curled up into a painful little ball for a few days a month. In training, she flinched anytime a fist came towards her face reflexively. She'd need to work on that. Whatever the meat and potatoes of her trigger, she had gained the skills that would have protected her from him. Now, she could see people for who they really were. She could see the persona whether they hid it or not. She couldn't be lied to. No, she was an expert at getting what she wanted from people, at reaching into their very souls and pulling the information that she wanted out of them with a delicate, still being built gumption.
For this reason, she liked to people watch. It was not difficult, not really, for people to build biases and profile people based on what they saw. She was both blessed and cursed that she couldn't based on appearance but rather based on who they were. Her eyes and ears worked in a sort of heterodyne with her power, lacing in the signals into something she could understand and process just as quickly as it became apparent to her. The words came at the edge of her sight, invading, telling her their likes, loves, hates and dislikes. The varying degrees were important, just like the personality traits she could see. It painted pictures of people unique to them, which she could stack against similar ones. She'd seen psychopaths, and so when she saw similar traits in someones personality, in their likes and dislikes she would be called back to that. In that regard she was already better than most people, lacking a racial bias. She had one against men, but she had conscious work arounds for that.
Her personal musings about the people she saw was staleld when, down the street and on it's otherside she peeped a girl who seemed to be trying to avoid running into poeple, avoiding contact. Her list of things she liked cascaded down her vision for a second, with one thing standing out: she liked the undersiders. Passionate about art and reading? Those were lovely people, creative with good viewpoints. She didn't like bugs. Cute. Standard. Or dark alleyways. Interesting, considering the undersiders thing. Family was a sore spot. Something to avoid. Art, music, and reading. If she wanted to interact, she had her in. Some tidbits... hesitant and curious. Loyal. Might prove to be an issue if she prodded about the UNdersiders then. Did they have a presence here? No Jam couldn't remember. She got up, quickly crossing the street while the girl couldn't see her, flicking open her note pad to a song she was already writing, nearly done actually. She saw her just ahead behind the shades, eyes hidden, and accidentally walked into her. Accidentally... ha. She dropped her tea on the ground, covering her mouth. "Oh no! I'm so sorry," she said as she pulled away her shades, acclimating to the lighting, brighter than normal even, and looked at the girl. "Sorry I've been writing this song all week and I'm trying to figure out how to end it... totally should've been watching where I was going. I'm sorry," she spoke. She was praying on the curious nature of the girl, bringing up something she liked. She flashed pearly white teeth in a cute smile, one filled with apology. At least the tea was nearly empty, but it was a worthy sacrifice to meet someone new.
Posted: Fri May 26, 2017 5:45 pm
___"Kick him! Like, right up under the jaw, right there!" Makoto called back across the street, gesturing to the underside of her jaw, as she stuffed the first of her hotdogs into her mouth. "Harder! You're trying to knock him the ******** out! I ain't gonna stick around and taze them again just because you gave me some dollar sausages wrapped in white bread at a markup!" Just then her phone went off, a loud noir saxophone tone that sent one of the food stuffs careening to the ground as it startled her. Good timing though, the alert was from Parahuman's Online. Her contact had set up the dead drop over in Brooklyn, which gave her an excuse to bail before the distant sirens arrived to scoop up the goons still laid out on the sidewalk. The remaining hotdogs were laid gingerly on the bench, as if they would surely be retrieved by someone at a later time, and Makoto started off down the sidewalk, deftly dodging a collision between two other pedestrians as she made her way towards her destination in a hurry. They'd have heard the whirring of servos and actuators as Makoto forced herself to avoid piling into them, and a good thing at that since that likely would have only resulted in more unconscious people without Makoto's capacitive cells in place to pull the electricity away from her body. Not that it mattered much, no harm no foul. [/exit]
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The walk to the cart was uneventful as always. There wasn't much to find yourself experiencing for the first time in Manhatten unless some new cape was deciding to show off his powers and muck around with the police. She slid her young hands into her hoodie pockets and kept her head down while a few strands of her bleached hair began to sway in the wind. It gave her an exotic look that she liked though at the cost of ruining any kind of camouflage she would need to blend in. She had just passed street one before knocking into yet another person on her way. She fell onto the ground, landing on her rear while Her own belongings scattered on the ground in front of her. Her mobile game console, a few toiletries, and a picture of a happy looking family laid around the child. She looked up at the woman of Asian descent in front of her. The female's look reminded her somewhat of a few distant relatives that her mother had old pictures of when she was her age. The mysterious woman apologized just before Kara could open her mouth and flashed a smile at her. Remaining cautious, the child began to pick up all of her stuff while maintaining eye contact with the woman. "It's okay. I was thinking about something too. Sorry about your tea. I can pay for another." She said, leaving it on that note. There was something about this stranger that intrigued her however. Call it a chance meeting or whatever. Might as well pry a little deeper into things. "What kind of song are you trying to write?" Kara asked with a curious expression on her face. Maybe it was a genre she would be into. Or it could be a more hipster kind of song that she would find awful.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2017 5:15 pm
NO JAM NO JAM NO JAM Oh damn. No Jam had overshot how hard she needed to walk into the girl and knocked her over. That added a touch of sincerity to her apologies. She was glad, however, that her gambit had paid off. She'd gotten the girl interested. She saw her handheld video game, remembering her own was in her purse at the office. Damn. Opportunity missed. She still had the song however as she aided the girl in collecting her things, shying away from the family photo as inconspicuously as she could. She also maintained eye contact, seeing the words that made up the girls personality still flanking the woman's body. She offered a hand to help her up. "How about we go get some coffee together or something and I can tell you about it? It's part of a project I've been working about an old friend of mine. Someone I no longer talk to who had a large influence on my life. Most of them are better sung by men, such as the subject matter. I don't really know a way to tell the story better than through his eyes. Honestly... I'm not sure why I want to tell it. There's... I guess a kind of beauty in the madness. Anyway, what do you say? I'll buy", she offered gesturing towards a little coffee shop down the street.
Thanks to the woman's efforts, Kara had managed to clean up all of her stuff with minimal effort. She snatched the family photograph out of her hands rather defensively. It was obviously a sore spot for her along with everyone else in her place. With everything retrieved, the white haired girl would awkwardly stare up at the person she had run into as she offered to take her over towards a nearby coffee shop. "That would be nice." She said, thinking about her actions while somehow feeling a rush of adrenaline to her brain. It felt like a little power up that one of the characters in her video games got except it was real. She felt like it took less effort to process information quicker along with unlocking some words she had never seen before but suddenly had a solid understanding of them. Kara reached out hesitantly and took the female's hand as she sat back up on her own two legs. While she was still cautious about this whole thing, the aspect of helping somebody out with their music was very enticing to the young street rat. "I can understand it. All of us have some quirks to ourselves." Kara smiled a little at the Asian woman. Her red eyes might have appeared quite odd to her and anyone else for that matter, there was a hint of sincerity to the girl's actions. Maybe it was just her naive self due to her age but she really did try to find the best in everyone she met. "Maybe I could help...somehow. I'm not certain as to the specifics of music, but I'm sure that I can give it a try. It looks quite engaging. Do you play any instruments? Oh, apologies. I tend to ramble on sometimes. I'm an overly curious person, as some might say." Kara bowed her head towards her newly met friend. "Kara. It's nice to make your acquaintance."
