Staten Island is home to what are perhaps not necessarily the wealthiest of New Yorkers, but the ones with the most celebrity. Living in lavish homes, these rich individuals are sitting on quite the fortunes. Though they often have private security, silent alarms, and other defensive means their abodes make for quite a tantalizing target.
Territory Owner: Government Territory Base Income: $5000 Sub Areas: None
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2017 7:52 pm
NO MARKS HERE NOPE
The nicest thing about coming to Staten Island at night, especially in the neighboorhoods, was that there was a lack of street lights. It made moving around in costume unbelievably easy for Kozi. She had perched herself in the same tree she had sat inside of of for the last few days, casing out this rich celebrities home. Carefully she waited for him to go out as he always did, every night. He was sure to be gone for a few hours, and when he did get home he'd certainly be a drunken, sloppy mess as he always was. She was surpised he hadn't crashed that beautiful, eco-friendly car of his. One day she'd be back to relinquish him of that too, but today was a job for one of the cars he didn't take, and some valuables she guessed would be in his significant other's room. His garage door, large enough to fit three cars in or out at once, opened and he peeled out as soon as he had room to do so. A smirk played over the girl's lips, followed by a pink tongue tracing her lips in anticipation. The door to his garage closed and she waited until the hum of his engine was no longer audible before she dropped down, rolling as she landed like she had a million times before. Silently she crossed the street, quickly enough so as to not be seen by neighbors as she crossed the man's massive lawn. She reached the side of the house in just under 45 seconds. A new record for running distances that far. Beat herself by ten.
She looked straight up, seeing that between two windows there was a grey box locked just out of jumping distance. Luck for her, the man had made this side of his house out of uneven rocks, held together by mortar. She stepped up onto the window into his home's kitchen, and hefted herself up to the sill. A carefully placed step put her on the top of a piece of ornage stone, and gloved hands held onto a different one for support. She lifted her otherfoot to as stable a piece of rock she could and lifted up once more. Just like in the movies. Hovering two and a half stories up now, she removed apair of metal tools from her back pocket. One handedly picking locks was a difficult skill, but one she could do if she took her time. It was a difficult time, trying to get it in such a precarious position but she eventually felt the last tumbler in place, and the box swung open. A set of wires was now in her view. She reached for the blue one, feeling the outside of the wire for a small, thin line of copper. She maneuvered her hand just between the two and pulled the cord. That took care of the alarm. She dismoutned, landing safely after closing the box and sliding down the wall carefully.
Piece of cake. A smile hit her lips as she walked around to the back door, no longer having to worry about the alarm stopping her as she got down on one knee and got to the less delicate work of picking the locks normally. She looked around cautiously a couple of times, and threw one last cautionary glance as she made her way into the dark, lavish home. She closed the door behind her, and the sound of her heels against the wooden floor filled the empty room. She walked about, uncaring for the sound or leaving a trail at all now that she was inside. She was here for something specific, but that didn't stop her from taking her time looking around. At one point she simply sat down on a very comfortable chair and put her feet up on his table. "Now I can get used to this." she said jokingly before deciding she should stop messing around. To the kitchen she went, removing a knife from his expensive set of knives and heading up the stairs. She reached the top quickly, finding the door at the end of the hallway cracked. Target acquired. Her bedroom. The bedroom of him and the girlfriend he'd flown to move in with him. Had been all over the news that the celebrity duo were an item and living together now, and she was sure to have something worth taking. She was glad she was off filming some movie or something, somewhere in New Brocktown was it? Not important. She went to the closet first, opening it and finding a backpack, empty against the back wall. She loaded it with a pair of shoes the woman had paid likely a few arms for, and then walked across the room to the vanity. Damn these people were rich as hell. Naturally, inside she found all manner of jewelry and accessories. Her eyes turned into dollar signs and she had to actively not drool as she cleaned the vanity out and filled every zipper on the backpack. She took the knife from earlier and began carving something into it. She'd never carved her calling card into anything before, so this was an experience for her brain. Immediately knowledge of how to better make the lines straight, how to curve the blade to make the specific shapes she needed came to mind. Around ten seconds passed before she pulled the knife back and narrowed her eyes. The little voice int he back of her mind, the hidden figure guiding her hand told her she could polish it up more with a few more moments of carving and she didn't object as she adjusted the ins and outs. A handprint, the Red Hand's handprint, was there in spectacular detail. She turned to the wall of the room just beside the door and made a much larger version, even more clean and precise than before. She then used the gloved hand to stab the knife into it's center. What would you do if you could always do it to the max? She took a second to admire her work, removing the burner phone she had purchased and activated from her backpocket and taking a video of the symbol in the empty vanity closet, and then her walking about the house, making it to the garage and being sure that it would be clear whose home it was by the time she got there. She saved the video and uploaded it to Parahuman's online before taking the phone and crushing it with a hammer in the garage, she scooped up the pieces and put them in a grocery bag, tied it shut and tossed it into the passenger seat of the car she was about to steal. It was tedious, stealing a car as she had in the past. She took about five minutes to do so, and rummaged through the very expensive car, making sure to deactivate the tracking system in the hood of the car, and taking the garage door opener and using it to open the garage before tossing it aside. She sat the back pack down on the backseat and peeled out just as fast as the owner of the home had. She would take the destroyed burner phone and tossed it to a side ally once she was a few miles away, listening to one of her favorite songs (click the image on the side) as she made a speedy, clean getaway. [Missions Complete: A little B&E, Vandalism, Criminal Activity, Shop and Chop]
Naomi Tenkou
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2017 12:10 pm
It always felt so off-putting to wind up here on Staten Island. There was a distinct divide between the five boroughs in New York, but this one probably had the most evident one. Sprawling landscapes, houses the size of like ten of Liana's apartment; people were incredibly extravagant here. Needlessly so but when you have more money than you can make sense of why not spend it on something that would let the world know you're better than them? There was a general sense of guilt that accompanied her when she peered at the bay windows and perfectly maintained lawns. If things in her life hadn't gone so sour she would be one of these people. Liana would have been a WASP, probably never venturing out in to the city without an escort and attending some Ivy League college or another for a degree in anthropology. Instead she was trying to pick out the perfect mark.
The multiple subway and bus ride trip over here had given her plenty of time to think all of this out. Not only would her yield be higher in an area populated solely by freaking rich people, she wouldn't even have to be the one to do the breaking and entering. Staten Island housed a number of protected parks. The wildlife population was extensive. She had read up on all of the different species that called this place home and traced the food chain down to the furry little rascals that her control could extend to. There would be plenty of rats to pull from. No matter if your land was worth hundreds of thousands you could still face a rodent problem. All Liana had to do was probe and probe until she found the holes.
Hopping off of the bus it took Liana a good hour to board over to the nearest park. She strapped her foot powered traveling tool to her pack and hiked a bit in to the woods before settling down under a nice shady tree. For cover Liana pulled out a book she had lifted off of someone when they went to get off at their stop and opened her laptop up. That way if anyone happened to pass by Liana would be just another face in the crowd enjoying a nice day at the park. For an added measure a pair of earbuds were popped in, though no music was actually playing through.
Liana slipped in to her persona and became Scamper. She stared down at the ground and felt past what she could see in her immediate vicinity. Things were going well so far, she had been very right about the amount of rats at her disposal. Slowly she called to them, careful to not have them congregate anywhere near her. Don't draw suspicion to yourself. Lilith's words echoed in her head as she moved the rats towards the edge of the park. A few climbed trees for her, others waited in brush and bushes for the signal. From here you could see New Jersey, the statue of liberty, and everywhere else in New York. More importantly than that you could see the mansions. Perfect. She picked one nearing the edge of her control, using the rats as multiple sets of eyes and ears. One by one she pulled them to a very Victorian style house, hoping the owner's choice of decorum meant their security system wouldn't be too tight.
She cased the joint for awhile, taking the rats out for a spin around the land a number of times. Liana even watched for foot traffic through their beady little eyes. It was still midday, which meant any kids would be in school and hopefully daddy and mommy would be at the country club or work. Now was a good a time as ever to go for this. First step was trying to find a means of entry. A contingent of rats swirled around the outside of the house, hunting for open windows or holes in the walls to get in to. Liana was glad she was able to handle this many rats at once. It would have taken forever for a single one of these guys to get the whole picture. Mentally in her mind she was flipping from rat to rat, keeping an eye out on the street and surrounding area while simultaneously hunting for the weak spot.
There!
A chimney. No smoke was coming out of it which meant there was no fire to be concerned about. Liana smirked and felt a string of giddiness ride up through her body. Rats could easily scale things if the surface was rough. She sent her little minions up the siding and gutters and literally anything she could and poured them in from the top, using only eight of them. If someone was inside and suddenly twenty or more rats just poured in from the chimney it would cause some notice. One at a time they went, scurrying rapidly down the brick chimney and down inside. Right in to the master bedroom. Perfect. Now it really came down to what Liana could have the rats haul out. She wasn't about to steal someone's TV or refrigerator. Instead she had them hunt for small things like jewelry. Her rats climbed atop a super fancy dresser, topped with all kinds of makeup and accessories. There was a small case that held some super shiny objects. Carefully Liana had the rats pull them free. Some carried rings in their mouths, others wrapped necklaces and watches around their bodies. The haul was the best she could manage on this scale. For her first time, it wasn't so bad. Liana had the rats start back, carefully picking their way through yards towards the park.
The waiting was murderous. She had them discretely drop the jewels one by one. Liana slipped them in to her bag and sent them off until every last piece was secured. Her heart was hammering, but it wasn't the fear of getting caught. It was sheer elation. A rush of adrenaline had her wanting to bolt out of there and see how much she could make off of this stuff. Apparently their organization would be more than happy to fence these things and replace it with cash. There was still so much to figure out, but this time learning the rules seemed far more entertaining than last time. Liana started her venture back, a faint smile the only hint of what she had done.
Naiomi Tenkou
"A little B&E"
Posted: Sun May 28, 2017 1:49 pm
-Scarre
"A vacation? You didn't exactly plan correctly then. Why no place to stay? Or money? Or...Well any type of preparation. Seems more like an Exodus to me" he explained. It was only the first night. He didn't expect much. Hell, he may or may not even see this woman again. Who knows. However, least he knows a little about her. Either way, he would get out the car. A drug deal was going on. And it seems he accidentally disturbed it on his way to the chop shop. So what now?
"Look. All you gotta." Before he could finish a flurry of shots were sent his way. Luckily, he was prepared for this. No armor penetration rounds. No blaster powers. This was simple. Wolverine would at least be phased as the bullets would enter his body before being pushed out. For Scarre. They didn't even get that far to dent him. "You know. People really need to stop trying to kill me tonight. Especially since..well....I'll keep that a secret. Either way. Enough with the retarded decision making. You, Mr. Want to be Scarface, is going to hand over the money to the Top Heavy Terry Crews. He going to give you the drugs. You going to leave. Scareface going to give me a cut of the money." That angered them both. It seems, their henchman wanted to try this again. But with fighting. Scarre was no Zhihao, but he was no push over either.
"We honestly, gotta stop getting on the wrong foot. I mean. At this point, you just going to be the foot like from ninja turtles" A horde of gang members started to attack Scarre and some even went for the car with Zhi and the random guy in it. Luckily, they weren't using guns. . occ:
Miniaturization, Clockwork, and Multi-use are your three fields of specialty, and you may dip into pretty much any field to make an invention that is either mainly about one or more of those fields work. However there is a catch to this genius. Any invention that is not clockwork in nature (ie functions primarily via gears, and wind up or steam power) has a 10% chance of critically failing each time it is used. The consequences of which largely depends on what exactly was involved for the invention though in general larger inventions will have more dire failures. For each use of a non clockwork invention roll 1D10, if you roll a 1 the invention catastrophically fails.
[⚙_⚙_⚙Zhihao-Shuchun⚙_⚙_⚙]
The Anachronistic Tinkerer
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"空穴来风,未必无因....."
Zhihao continued to sit in the car for a bit looking at her mask. She stared out of the window as she waited for Scarre to return. However as the foreign woman sat there she could hear arguments. She continued to stare at her mask when she heard a loud but familiar bang. Her eye widened as she realized that were being attacked. She put on her mask & her jacket fast before she got out of the car as fast as possible. This was a terrible day honestly but she wasn't to keen on just letting her & this random man get attacked by these angry beings.
She cracked her neck as she rushed forward towards them. Her first action being to essentially grab the wrist of a man who swung a bit as her, her elbow being jabbed harshly into his side before she twisted his wrist to make him drop the bat. It took her only moments to slam her elbow into his nose moments later before she let him go. She moved to the side to avoid an attack thrown at her right though she caught him by the neck, slamming him to the ground. She hit him quick & hard drawing some blood though she was just trying to keep the man from getting up.
She rolled away to avoid a bat though she ended pretty close to a gang member who kicked sending her back towards another. She ducked under a punch, rather glad no one here seemed to know much about fighting. She came back up and hit him in the jaw again though pulling his shirt to push him into another person before kicking at his back to knock them down. She took another hit to her side before she grabbed his shoulders pushing him down a bit her knees hitting him in the face over & over until he stopped moving.
There weren't a lot this time so this was a much faster task as she closed gaps as one got up. She came flying with her knee into one as well feeling the pain she brought, knowing this one might not come back to fight her before she ducked under a swing though she pulled her leg to make the man fall. She slammed his head into the ground until he made it clear he wasn't fighting back just holding his nose in pain. She was taking no joy in this battle, but she was just making sure there was no resistance to be given.
The last guy was easier to deal with. She merely rolled away before she grabbed him. She was pretty strong, more than they probably thought. spinning him around she put him in a lock before taking hm down knocking his knees from under him. She kept him in a lock as hard as she could until he was basically almost out of breath. She let go though she knocked him out with a kick for fine measure. She let out a huff before looking for Scarre. She hopped he was alright.
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2017 9:51 am
-Scarre
"Guess I gotta pull out the old fighting style. Ehhh. I am far too gone for this. Hmm. I truly have been way too much in the wild life area. Oh well" he whispered before springing into action. Seeing a man charge, he would meet the charge with a flying knee, the armor adding extra thickness to his knee. Probably added more emphasis to his strikes. He didn't know for sure. To be honest, didn't care. Once connected right on the chin, Scarre would land and turn to see a punch connect to his face. It did nothing. The disbelief in the man's eyes was enough time for Scarre to grab a hold of his arm and transition into an arm bar. Extending the arm, he would feel something weird pop or jolt in the man's arm and Scarre would let go and slide away. Sliding, he would run into the legs of another henchman. Weird, this day was getting, weirder and weirder. Morphing skin armor into spiked hands symbolizing something similar like that weird item from league of legends. Either way, he would smash his fists right between the legs of the man. Hearing a loud shriek of pain and a gasp before a body flopping down, it seems it was simple what had happened. Seeing all this. The dealer with the coke ran into his car and headed towards his mansion. The other ran, leaving the keys and his car at the scene. So they got another car to chop.
"Yo dawg. I promised you a car. There you go. Gotta drive it to the shop yourself. But It's a car. I guess its because they didn't want to hang out here much longer. It must be scary seeing people clean house like this. But each of its own. Here the keys" he would state, giving the man the keys. As he would take the car and leave, the money would be given to him on the spot due to estimates. With that, he went back to see someone with a mask. He assumed it was the Chinese girl simply by him catching a glimpse of how she was kicking a**. "Okay. Still weird....but honestly I rather have a conscious knowing that man doesn't try do s**t like this again. Seems he lives around here." he basically hinted, they were going after him. Getting back into the car they arrived in, he would wait. occ:
Miniaturization, Clockwork, and Multi-use are your three fields of specialty, and you may dip into pretty much any field to make an invention that is either mainly about one or more of those fields work. However there is a catch to this genius. Any invention that is not clockwork in nature (ie functions primarily via gears, and wind up or steam power) has a 10% chance of critically failing each time it is used. The consequences of which largely depends on what exactly was involved for the invention though in general larger inventions will have more dire failures. For each use of a non clockwork invention roll 1D10, if you roll a 1 the invention catastrophically fails.
[⚙_⚙_⚙Zhihao-Shuchun⚙_⚙_⚙]
The Anachronistic Tinkerer
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"空穴来风,未必无因....."
Zhihao gave a small nod to the man. Perhaps they missed him, he really seemed to be alright. She was very much relived to see her ally was alright. He spoke about making sure the man who escaped wasn't able to do it again which she agreed with. She said nothing, simply following him to the car & climbing in. She was very much prepared to take apart this man since she knew men like these were not noble, she knew they needed to be stopped.
He handed the man the keys to a car. She was confused with it for a moment but she wanted to stop this evil before it spread. She sat there in silence like a statue, more focused on stopping this man than anything else. She wasn't aware of what he was as she saw nothing he did at the time. Her body was somewhat sore, but it wasn't even close to what she's dealt with, just a small note.
Driving behind, they would pass by several houses before making their way to the mansion that the drug dealer lived in. Luckily there wasn't a true security system in place. There was a gate that needed a passcode but they got through the gate before it closed. It scratched up the car a little but it was fine. So why didn't this guy have top of the line security? Or a camera system? Well, he was a drug dealer that trapped outside of his house. He feared that having the most security would be his downfall. What if he was raided? What if they used the cameras and saw that he was drug dealing and such? It basically to keep evidence off of him. Also, it was because he had guns on top of guns on top of guns. He basically was too cocky for his own good as well. Luckily for Scarre. If it was anything else. Anyone else. This be a lot harder to do without getting caught. Getting out of the car, he would look at Zhihao before heading in. Not really much to say. The man didn't try to shoot Scarre. He knew it was useless. He just took his robbing like a man. While he was taking stuff. He wasn't sure what Zhihao would do. Was she going to beat his a** or what? He wasn't sure. He just left the man in the living room. As he came back into the living room, he would look at her and basically told her it was time to go. He just took straight cash. Once finished. They would leave and head away from the house. Luckily, a bus was coming. Man the nice neighborhoods get all the good stuff. All those teenagers getting off who parents made them work to know the value of money. It was their exit. They had time to escape. "Lets go Zhihao. Bus almost gone" he explained as he walked onto the bus. Hopefully the woman would join. If so, they would be off. occ:
Miniaturization, Clockwork, and Multi-use are your three fields of specialty, and you may dip into pretty much any field to make an invention that is either mainly about one or more of those fields work. However there is a catch to this genius. Any invention that is not clockwork in nature (ie functions primarily via gears, and wind up or steam power) has a 10% chance of critically failing each time it is used. The consequences of which largely depends on what exactly was involved for the invention though in general larger inventions will have more dire failures. For each use of a non clockwork invention roll 1D10, if you roll a 1 the invention catastrophically fails.
[⚙_⚙_⚙Zhihao-Shuchun⚙_⚙_⚙]
The Anachronistic Tinkerer
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"空穴来风,未必无因....."
Zhihao got out of the car when it came to a stop. She cracked her neck, but no noise came from her lips. She walked forward with the man who called himself Scarre. She watched him, he wasn't concerned, but they were left with little resistance? This was strange to her. They got inside & he was just there not even trying to do more than curse. Did they know each other, perhaps Scarre had been dealing with injustice for so long. She watched him move away, making he was taking evidence. She wasn't going to follow
Zhihao moved up to the man through he pulled out a gun. Zhihao was very fast managing to turn the safety one. It was something she knew very well, anti-tinker measure & of course counter measure so no one rendered her useless. She sent her head rocketing forward to slam into his own. She got him on the floor, no elegance here "You commit to many crimes, I here to teach you a lesson." a very ironic statement given what the night was for her, but she was unaware.
She punched him over & over eventually drawing blood. She looked at him "If I hear you are still doing. I will back." she said with one last hit to knock him unconscious. It was less of a savage beating than other, but she hoped her got the message. Scar was apparently done too, must have gotten lots of evidence for later. She followed him to the car for her bag before leaving onto the bus where she removed her mask before she actually got on. She smiled & sat next to him. It might not have been ideal, but for sure it was noble. At least as far as she knew.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2017 9:02 pm
-Scarre
So she did follow suit. Good. Taking out his phone. He would text the man that took the first car. He would leave the address and let the man know the other car was there. While they road the bus, he would wait. The man ended up rolling up on the mansion and taking the car that was left there. The transportation that Scarre used to drive them there in the first place. After half an hour, money would be sent to the bank for Scarre. Seems everything went as planned. He would sit back and look at Zhihao. "Somethings a miss. Kicking a** like this. I feel there is more than I been told. But no matter. I think, we can afford a place... The shots you heard earlier didn't miss. I been shot multiple times but. To explain. I am a cape. A parahuman. Whatever you want to call it. Long story short. It takes a lot to damage me. It's complicated. But the bullets wasn't even enough to pierce me. Do you comprehend? Like? Super power people?" he wondered did she know anything about it. Or was he shooting in the dark. occ:
Miniaturization, Clockwork, and Multi-use are your three fields of specialty, and you may dip into pretty much any field to make an invention that is either mainly about one or more of those fields work. However there is a catch to this genius. Any invention that is not clockwork in nature (ie functions primarily via gears, and wind up or steam power) has a 10% chance of critically failing each time it is used. The consequences of which largely depends on what exactly was involved for the invention though in general larger inventions will have more dire failures. For each use of a non clockwork invention roll 1D10, if you roll a 1 the invention catastrophically fails.
[⚙_⚙_⚙Zhihao-Shuchun⚙_⚙_⚙]
The Anachronistic Tinkerer
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"空穴来风,未必无因....."
Zhihao listened to Scarre speak to her, she wasn't exactly sure what it was he was saying at first until he got to familiar territory. He was explaining that he was a cape. She blinked, so that explained his lack of injuries and the like. She nodded "I know capes, I am cape." she smiled and tried to think "I, er, I make things. You call it...tinker I believe." she said hoping she was saying it right. That didn't explain her ability to kick some serious a**, but that was just training. Lots of it so it was something she was capable of when she wasn't using tinker-tech or some manner or suit.
She sighed "Can't right now. No money, no workshop, no home." she explained so her being a tinker was a bit useless because she lacked the resources.
"A Tinker? Well. I got some fair news, good news, and bad news. Fair news. We should have enough money find place to stay. It can be completely yours. i just require a place to sleep and eat. Bad news. I know nothing about being a tinker. I far from that department. The only thing I can make is a sandwich. Extra mayo. No tomatoes. Salt, pepper, oil, and vinegar. Or is that a sub? It may be actually a sub. ********. Either way. Good news. I know some people that may help you. It's called Tinker's Toybox? Or something. I heard they are really nice to Tinkers. Provide supplies and stuff for you. That's all I heard on the streets though. i think that's where I need to take you to be honest. Can head there. Get you set up and signed up before finding a place to stay. I tired but I not truly sleepy yet. So we truly got time. " As he explained, he noticed how extremely important she could be for later. Though, she doesn't seem like a woman to be fully evil or of evil intent. It something he had to trick her into after all. To keep this in mind, he would need to either trick her again. Which, probably be harder. Or, just be simple person. Just let things be. Just chill and play things as they go. That was what he was thinking of doing the most. He would look around. Waiting, the buss should pass by the office anyways. occ:
