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 Posted: Sat May 13, 2017 10:46 pm
 Peace awoke early the next morning. So early, in fact, that dawn had yet to break fully, and yet she heard something walking around her camp. The weather was blessedly calm, if a bit chilly, which let her collect her wits as she listened. There was one set of footsteps, but there was something else rustling the leaves up there. That would suggest a person and their... pet, maybe? If someone's dog was peeing all over her hard work, she was going to chuck them down the mountain. Talk about rude.
The rustling grew closer to her, stopping just over the planks that served as her roof. There were sounds of someone talking at that location--perhaps someone was riding something--and afterward the footsteps approached her location. She was surrounded, effectively, but a combination of sleepiness and stupidity had conspired to make her oblivious to this fact. Until, of course, something heavy hit the planks, causing them to crack. That sure woke her up quickly. Luckily for her, the second hit got lodged in a plank, revealing what looked like the tips of long claws to her. In response, she slammed her fist into the spot in the middle of all the claws, causing a small upward explosion of wood shards. There was a deep, manly scream from the other side. She smacked a different section of the plank next, and after the ensuing spray of splinters, whoever it was who had the claw scampered off.
The other entity above her swore quietly, then backed up. She waited for it to make a move, but after a minute of silence, she got fed up with that tactic. She popped up out of the hole and saw what looked to be a snake-man several feet away. He looked nervous, probably because of the exploding wood. He started to hiss something at her as she clambered out of her pit, but as soon as she looked like her guard was down he swooped in and tried to wrap around her. In response,
she socked him right in the scaly chest, knocking him back to whence he came. Oddly for her,
he was still kicking afterward. His scales cracked and fell off where her strike had landed, revealing bare, human skin underneath. Almost before she could think, he slithered across the ground and coiled around her. The pressure of his grasp would have been suffocating for a normal person, but unfortunately for him Peace was no normal person, and he had chosen to engage her in the worst possible way.
Normally, Peace would probably just stand there until he got tired, then wrestle free and clobber the poor sod, but this guy was really talkative. He was apparently really confident in his abilities in a way that was honestly quite endearing. She didn't want to break his confidence, so she had to put up a fight and break free quickly. So she tried to headbutt him. Then again, when that failed. And again. Eventually he started to get cocky, so she leaned her head back real far like she was about to pass out, then headbutted him with all her might when he leaned in to taunt her some more. While he was still reeling, she leaned backward on her feet and then suddenly jerked forward. The collision of their heads knocked him for a loop and let her wrestle herself free, then punch off the snake-man's scales until she was completely out of his grasp.
Around this time, the claw person came back, this time with a couple of oddly organic-looking cleavers for hands. He charged in and swung for Peace, landing a solid hit on her side. His uncertainty and the shards of wood sticking out of him, along with her defensive power, double-timed it to make sure the wound was exceedingly shallow, though, and after a couple of solid strikes to his weapons, he was rendered effectively defenseless and surrendered. When tying him up for delivery to the cops, she made sure to avoid binding his injured hands directly, whereas she tied the snake-man's tail instead. After delivering the two of them to the cops and claiming the rewards associated with them, she walked home in the relative stillness of the mountain forests.
D-List Bounty x2: Completed.
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Ergo War generated a random number between
50 and 100 ...
77!
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2017 11:16 pm
((Rolling for one of the above, because I forgot again...))
Peace's morning walk back from the police outpost was fairly uneventful. She felt a chill in the air, but the lingering humidity told her that cold temperatures were still a decent way off. Given that she had some time before the weather shifted and she was feeling rather hungry after her morning fight, she elected to go out and look for fruits. The apple tree she had used the other day was a fairly sure bet, but she wanted a different flavor. She managed to rustle up a handful of berries and stumbled upon a cluster of fruit trees of a couple different kinds, including not only apple but also peach and another one that Peace couldn't remember the name of. She returned to camp triumphantly and sat down to enjoy her meal.
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2017 11:20 pm
Gil took his time finishing carving his marks into the trees surrounding his territory. He still hadn't had any definitive ideas about a larger monument, but he had some initial thoughts to workshop. His favorite so far was an enormous concrete obelisk, maybe coated in black iron or something to make it look more intimidating. The obvious problem with that being the materials and construction involved. He was sure there was someone who could do it for him, but he wouldn't know where to begin looking, or how much it would cost him. Those were concerns for a later day, however. Today was winding down to an end, and Gil was tired from his earlier exertions. He finished carving the last image of his face into the last tree, lovingly carving in his hat atop it. He mused that it was time to hang that hat up for the day and get to bed...
His hat! Gil couldn't believe he'd forgotten it! Normally he only wore the hat when representing the Sons of b***h in front of people entering his territory, it was about the closest thing he had to a costume. But he'd gotten so distracted with the burn he'd worn it into town, and left it at the restaurant! Muttering curses under his breath, Gil sped off back towards the city. It was going to be a long night.
tree marking: 100% complete
hats lost: 1
curses muttered: several, and quite colorful
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 12:19 am
The day turned out to be surprisingly mild. Humidity was low and it was slightly on the cool side, but there was a warm breeze blowing in from the tropics that would have felt nice to a random, lounging schmuck. Luckily--or perhaps unfortunately--Peace was no such schmuck: she insisted on slaving away over her mountainside after treating her one injury from the fight earlier that morning.
As nice as her letters were turning out, she realized that just carving them in dirt meant that they'd be washed away if there were ever a serious rain. She had to come up with something more permanent. If she could shape a large volume of rock, that would have been ideal for the project, but she figured gravel might be the best option at this point, maybe with a wood outline. That way it would probably retain its shape for a while. The only problem was getting her hands on that much gravel. Gil's kicks could probably come in handy for that, as could her punches if she did them right.
It occurred to Peace that she never had taken any martial arts classes. Some of the only movies she'd seen and liked as a kid were cheesy kung fu action movies. If she could get the power to leap over grown men and kick some faces off, she was absolutely going to take that class. There was nothing better than working up a sweat learning a new skill. She'd have to enlist help to choose a place though. She'd have to ask Gil about that later.
First Aid Kit: -1 uses.
Letter 'P' Completion: 100%.
Letter 'E' Completion: 100%.
Letter 'A' Completion: 100%.
Letter 'C' Completion: 100%.
Letter 'E' Completion: 9%.
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 6:14 pm
Gilgamesh trudged back into the woods outside New York City, unable to shake his frustration at needing to be allowed to leave. He wasn't stupid, he knew intellectually that the situation couldn't have realistically gone much better for him, but that did nothing to relieve the sting to his pride, nor the physical pain in his shoulder. He was so focused on being upset, he almost didn't notice the sounds of conversation ahead of him. Almost. Stopping just on the other side of a small copse of bushes from the men speaking, Gilgamesh listened in...
Ah. Apparently he had missed some fighting in Peace's territory after he'd left to reclaim his hat. Two parahumans, though not very impressive sounding ones. Gilgamesh was certain Peace could handle them just fine. These men appeared to be the underlings of those parahumans, hoping to catch Peace unawares by sneaking through his territory and catching her between them and their bosses. Ha. Gilgamesh was certain that if he left these men alone, they would find their leaders already handily defeated when they arrived, and shortly be taken care of themselves. This was a perfect opportunity though. A way to work off his frustrations. Gilgamesh smiled as he stepped out from behind the brush...
It was a simple salve for his wounded pride, but an effective one, that moving and disposing of the broken unconscious bodies close to the city took significantly longer than the fight itself had. When they woke, they would find that they had some new body art to commemorate their bad decision making. The mark of the Sons of b***h adorned one shoulder, and Gilgamesh's personal emblem the other. That done, Gilgamesh walked off towards Peace's territory, reasoning that he'd likely need help to set his shoulder.
Mission: Scum Removal- completed
Naomi Tenkou More crimes. Much, much further from Wardens Tower.
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Philipwn generated a random number between
25 and 75 ...
35!
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 6:42 pm
Gil stumbled into the clearing around Peace's mountain, barely keeping himself on his feet. His shoulder must've been worse off than he thought, it had been steadily increasing in pain, throwing off his balance ever since his fight with those henchmen, and he'd recently started getting woozy. He probably should've had this taken care of before fighting, but the mental/emotional relief had been too tempting to pass up.
Hobbling towards Peace's cave, Gil was relieved when he saw her head stick out and look in his direction. He weakly gestured towards his shoulder with his first aid kit, "Some help?"
first aid kit: -1 use
rolled money reward for last mission
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 6:43 pm
The final letter was coming along quite nicely, Peace remarked as she shoveled out another leg of the second 'E'. She was making good progress despite how nasty the weather felt: patches of clouds occasionally sprayed the mountainside with a drizzle that made her feel incredibly sweaty even if she were doing nothing.
Eventually she made her way down the mountain to the river to refill her canteen. While down there, she heard the telltale sounds of Gil's footsteps erupting trees as he moved and banged on her canteen to get his attention. There was no sense in trying to catch up with him later if there was no guarantee he would wait around at the top of the mountain for her. She had business with him anyway, and she figured he wasn't making a social call.
Failing that, as of course she would, she quickly plodded back up toward her camp, where she found the lad apparently in some great physical pain. When he directed her to use the first aid kit on his shoulder, she cocked an eyebrow inquisitively and then got to work. At least they were using his kit, she thought. Still, he had to have gone and picked a fight with something nasty if it managed to mess him up that badly. She recognized this kind of injury as a dislocated shoulder, something she'd encountered with some of the other Sons of b***h, scattered though they may be. Thinking back to that time, she directed him to lie down, then pulled his arm out perpendicular to his side and gently guided it back into the socket. Of course, the process would likely hurt a hell of a lot more than it already did, but afterward the pain would be significantly reduced. There wasn't much she would be able to do for after-care, but he was a growing boy; he'd probably be fine if he just kept the dang thing in a sling for a while.
As soon as that was done and Gil seemed like he was done dealing with the pain as much as he could be, Peace would point at his arm and then hold one of hers as though it were in a sling. Following that, though, she would get into the reason why she had wanted to see him. After a few moments' pause to break up the ideas, she'd point at herself, execute a few heavily exaggerated martial arts moves, and then hold up her briefcase of cash and point at the city.
Letter 'P' Completion: 100%.
Letter 'E' Completion: 100%.
Letter 'A' Completion: 100%.
Letter 'C' Completion: 100%.
Letter 'E' Completion: 53%.
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 7:54 pm
Gil was not happy. It was bad enough that he had to wear this damn sling, a constant reminder of his own miscalculation, but now he was going to have to go out in public and be seen with the damnable thing. Still, he owed Peace a great deal for patching him up. Not even including the insurmountable debt from her initial saving of him after his trigger event, and teaching him to survive in the wild... dammit. He was going to have to go see people with his arm in a sling. He'd understood Peace pretty easily this time, even through the minor cloud of lingering pain. She wanted martial arts lessons, and he'd need to handle any paperwork, and introductions. It might be problematic to find out exactly which of the numerous marital arts one could learn in NYC she was aiming for, but he figured he could just follow her around the city, and sign the papers at the place she chose. He affirmed his willingness to help, and made sure his sling was comfortable for the trip to town.
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 8:05 pm
Peace nodded after he put his arm in a sling, then started traipsing off toward town with all her stuff in tow. She offered Gil the bear pelt for the trip, figuring he would probably look either pretty dang sweet or rather ridiculous in it; if he declined, she'd simply roll it up and tie it to her backpack. Out of respect for the boy's shoulder injury, she took a path that was a bit more even than normal, sticking to the lowlands near the rivers and following those back toward the city. She had a spring in her step as they went, excited about potentially being able to shoot fireballs from her fists or scream loud enough that buildings started to break. It was going to be so much fun!
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 8:16 pm
Gil's inner monologue: "Good God, yes! Give me the bear pelt! I would look so ******** awesome wearing that thing! IT EVEN MATCHES WITH MY HAT!!!"
Gil's verbal response: "I suppose that could be helpful if it gets cold, thanks."
Gil is gonna wear that bear pelt.
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2017 5:17 pm
Gilgamesh had never been so happy to be see a caricature of himself. He was just passing by one the trees he'd carved to mark the borders of his territory, which meant he was finally home. It had been a rough couple days. The battle with Singe, his confrontation with Echelon, his one-sided assault of the henchmen, getting his shoulder set, finding Peace a martial arts class, and now his ongoing battle with keeping the bear pelt he was wearing from slipping down. It felt like an eternity since he'd just sat down. Now doing so, he could feel the sore spots creeping up all over his body. How he envied those capes who possessed some form of regeneration. Even a power like Peace's would be of great benefit, he was sure. Not that he had much room to complain on the power utility front, being able to use his for offense, defense, and travel. Regardless, on days like today he couldn't help but imagine his wounds closing on their own and the fatigue finding no purchase, leaving his body as quickly as he felt it.
Gil would spend the next couple hours making alterations to the bear pelt, making it easier to wear. Once he had done what he could, he tried to make some progress on his current whittling project, but found it nearly impossible to do anything constructive with only one good arm. Giving up, he climbed into the enormous hollowed out tree that had been serving as his shelter for the last several weeks, and drifted off to sleep. He slept in the next morning.
When the sun began to filter in through the hole in the tree above him, Gil was startled to find himself awake. He was still hearing those quiet sounds of distant conversation. He hadn't been worried about them before, because he'd assumed he was imagining them while drifting on the edge of sleep. He was definitely awake now, however, and he was still hearing them. He angrily pulled his bear pelt over himself, taking care to mask the arm in the sling with it, and donned his hat. Stepping out from his tree, he identified the sounds as coming from the area of the forest between his home and the northeastern border of his territory. In other words, in the direction of the city. Gilgamesh trudged off towards the sound, muttering under his breath about not having even one damn day to relax. A few minutes later he discovered the source of the noise: apparently there was a group giving some sort of nature tour on his territory. This would not stand. Gilgamesh waited patiently until they wandered near the next tree which bore his mark, before stepping out onto the overgrown path in front them. It took the group a moment to notice him, but when they did, it was clear that they either knew that they had chosen a bad place to walk, or had another reason to be defensive. Perhaps it had something to do with having a dead black bear draped over his shoulders.
"Oh no, don't stop on my account. Please, continue your discussion, it's important you're all on the same page when you discuss your business with the Sons of b***h."
Most of the members of the group went pale at that. That was good, at least they knew they'd gotten in over their heads. The de facto leader of the group was nominated when the others shoved him forward. "We, um... we don't have any business with the Sons of b***h. We were just going for a walk."
"What? Why would you go looking for the Sons of b***h without any business with them?" Gilgamesh cocked to head to the side and feigned confusion.
"We... we weren't looking for them. And we don't want any trouble." The man's face hardened somewhat as she spoke that second sentence, as if somehow pretending to be confident would help him.
Gilgamesh laughed less than good-naturedly in response, "Well I'm afraid you've found both." At this point he gestured to the marks on the tree to his side, "Do you see these marks on the trees you've been passing. I assume you recognize this one."
The false confidence immediately left the man upon seeing it, and the group grew even paler. It appeared they did know the insignia of the Sons of b***h. "We, um... we didn't think-"
"No, you didn't. But don't worry, I'll give you something to think about for the next time. You see, this other mark here, that one bodes even worse for you." At this point, Gilgamesh's voice grew darker and he began walking towards the group, "because that one is my mark. Which means this is more specifically, my territory you're standing upon. And it is my anger you risk by trespassing here. That is so unwise."
As he finished his oft-practiced spiel, Gilgamesh burst his power through his leading foot, flew towards the group and pushed the leader down as he arrived in their midst, ensuring that he used his good shoulder. The rest screamed and dispersed, followed shortly by the leader as he recovered his footing. Gilgamesh fought to keep down his smile, and to maintain his angry expression until they were all too far away to see him. That had felt good. And he felt confident that neither they, nor anyone they talked to, would enter his territory so carelessly again.
Mission: Public Intimidation- completed
ego: boosted
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Ergo War generated a random number between
50 and 100 ...
80!
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2017 10:08 pm
Peace wandered back into the forest near the city, weary and a bit unsteady on her feet from all the earlier conflicts. Sure, she was significantly richer now compared to when she'd left, but she was also much more tired. She plodded along a familiar route between some trees, through some bushes, and up a mountainside to her camp. She stoked a fire, re-roasted some of her bear meat, chased it down with a few giant gulps of water from her canteen, and headed to bed early.
The next day was characterized by light rain that came in waves and a stiff breeze that climbed the mountain and made the rain near the top do an odd dance as it came down. Peace spent the morning hunting down a raccoon that had gotten into and soiled the rest of her bear meat, then gathering fruits and a couple of spuds she found growing near the base of the mountain's western side. She carved out the last of her name into the mountain around lunchtime, then spent a good hour or two packing plant matter into the damp earth around the edges of her letters to shore them up for a while. If she was lucky, the sun would bake them into place the next time it was out.
In the mid-afternoon, she walked down to the river to wash off some of the mud that had caked onto her during her work, then went on a stroll in her poncho. She had no goal in particular other than making sure no hooligans were out defiling her territory, but rainy days were usually pretty quiet in that regard. She eventually wandered past the police outpost she frequently turned bounties in to, whereupon she was called over by one of the officers. She'd interacted with this one before, but it took him a minute to remember she was mute, after which he dispensed with the small talk and pointed to a wanted poster on the wall behind the front desk. It seemed there was, in fact, someone hiding out in the area: a parahuman nicknamed the "Toxic Track" who had stolen the trial form of a drug and all the associated paperwork from a nearby medical lab. He hadn't used his power during the theft, but the potential disasters that could unfurl if he were left to his own devices were more than enough reason to set him up with a D-List Bounty. They asked her to go get him, noting that the job shouldn't be too difficult since he could only manipulate drugs to add or remove effects, but they needed her knowledge of the area.
She accepted, of course, and immediately plodded off toward the river. In her experience, people new to the wilderness tended to either get lost immediately or stick to paths and large bodies of water so they could backtrack if necessary. Since the river served as both a source of fresh water and an ample fishing ground, it was naturally her first stop. Just as she had hoped, she found a pair of footprints in the mud that didn't belong to her or Gilgamesh, which meant that someone had trespassed, even if it wasn't her target. She followed them back to a small camp tent that had been set up nearby, cleverly using a couple of bushes as natural camouflage. The tent was fairly small, but she found the culprit inside: a wiry man with a perpetual, twitchy smile. Judging by the pill bottles and the box of scientific-looking devices and papers that took up one side of the already cramped tent, she figured she had the right person.
At first, he pleaded with her to just go away. Then he claimed that there was an pathogen capable of eliminating all organic matter that he was trying to render harmless after it took the life of the researcher who fabricated it, going on and on about a lot of things that Peace didn't understand. Then he commended her for calling his bluff when she just sat there silently looking at him. Then he sprayed her with "knockout gas" that hardly made her yawn, at which point she dragged him out of his tent, tied him up, and then rolled up the tent with all its contents still inside. She slung both Toxic Track and the tent over her shoulders and traipsed back to the police, who were grateful for her assistance and rendered unto her a small bounty.
Community Outreach: Complete.
D-List Bounty: Complete.
"PEACE" carved into mountainside.
"PEACE" Initial Stabilizing: 73%.
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Posted: Tue May 16, 2017 10:26 pm
The following day was one of the nicest days Peace had ever experienced in the wilderness outside the city, making her wonder if there was some property of the city that made being closer to it result in more stable temperatures and weather patterns. It was like there was some sort of atmospheric bubble around it that, on this day, resulted in temperatures in the mid- to low-seventies with a few clouds breaking up an otherwise blue sky. Peace took advantage of the phenomenal weather by finishing and shoring up her stabilizations from the previous day.
For the second round of stabilization she was putting down a layer of sticks and plant matter in the troughs of the letters, stabilizing the areas away from the edges. She would have to put some mud down over that the next time it rained, but in the future, she planned for the letters to basically serve as baskets for the rocks she was going to put in them. This would all have been so much easier if she'd been carving her name into a vertical rock surface, but the steep clearing she'd been working with was all she had to work with so close to the city. Hopefully, when all was said and done, she wouldn't have to deal with trespassers anymore, since they would read her name and know the land was hers.
As the morning turned to afternoon, she remembered that it was Tuesday, one of the days she had her martial arts class. She ate a quick meal consisting of some random fruits and berries she'd foraged and then headed down the mountain toward the much-detested settlement she was protecting her lands from.
"PEACE" carved into mountainside.
"PEACE" Initial Stabilization: 100%.
"PEACE" Advanced Stabilization: 43%.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 7:24 pm
Gilgamesh was still riding on the ego high from scaring off those hikers when he noticed another disturbance on the edges of his territory. He very nearly elected to ignore it due to his good humor and the remoteness of the disturbance. He figured, however, that that was a slippery slope he didn't want to slide down, and he should deal with any intrusion to the ring of carved trees, even if it was only by a hairsbreadth and lasted but a moment. Keeping this in mind, Gilgamesh leapt from tree to tree in the general direction of the noises he had heard.
Arriving at the edges of his territory, Gilgamesh found his offenders. And what an interesting pair they were. There appeared to be a guide and a follower, judging by the way they were walking. Not being in any particular hurry, Gilgamesh slowed his pace and followed along. After listening to their conversation for a brief while, he learned that the follower was a habitual murderer, a serial killer except for the lack of a connection between his victims, who was fleeing the city before the police had a chance to catch on to his crimes. The guide was a parahuman who had the ability to read where someone had been for the last significant period by looking at them. Using that power, he had appropriated the routes used by the Sons of b***h for travel through the wilderness and was trying to undercut their prices.
Gilgamesh had considered intervening when he heard about the murderer, because he didn't want the investigation leading even more people to intrude upon his sanctuary, but when he heard about the second individual, he had to intervene. That was essentially stealing from the Sons of b***h, which he would absolutely not allow. He elected to target the parahuman first, both because he was the more egregious offender, and because it was possible he had another, more problematic ability.
Gilgamesh positioned himself carefully before leaping directly towards the man walking in front. As he passed over the man in the rear, there was a sound of alarm, and the parahuman began to react, but it was too late. Gilgamesh kicked the man in the lower back, feeling a satisfying crunch as his spine shattered. The murderer ran, but Gilgamesh knew he had nowhere to run. He double checked that the parahuman was paralyzed, bound his still motive hands, and tied him to one of his border trees for later.
Now it was time to track down the murderer. He wasn't hard to find, he'd beaten a very obvious path through the brush in his haste to escape. Gilgamesh took care of him in roughly the same way he had the last fool, but aimed higher up on his back in an attempt to go for quadriplegia this time. The man was thrown several meters and was unconscious by the time he hit the ground, so Gilgamesh wasn't sure whether he'd accomplished that goal or not. He made sure to deposit the man close enough to a road that he would be seen. He definitely deserved death, but were Gilgamesh the one to dole it out, he'd likely cause himself even more problems. Damn government and their asinine laws. Speaking of, he decided to topple a tree and lay it across the unconscious man's back. May as well avoid as much of the blowback from this as possible, and it wasn't like he was looking for acclaim, he'd stopped the man because he was trespassing, not as any sort of moral stand.
Mission: D-List Bounty- begun
Mission: Vigilante Justice- completed
Crimes committed: assault, 1 count; kidnapping, 1 count
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2017 8:20 pm
Satisfied with his placement of the murderer's body and the tree, Gilgamesh made his way back into the forest surrounding his territory. Eventually he came upon the tree where he'd tied the parahuman, and found the ropes cut, and the man nowhere in sight. Well, s**t. Apparently he did have another ability. This just got significantly more compli- oh. Wait, never mind, there he was. He'd managed to cut himself free with a knife, but hadn't realized he was paralyzed from the waist down. Perhaps he thought his legs had simply been asleep. Regardless of the "why," he'd apparently thrown his weight forward in an attempt to jump up and run, but had only succeeded in rolling down the nearby hill. He'd crawled a short distance from there using his arms, but had lost the knife in the tumble and so was still working with his wrists bound together.
Gilgamesh quickly caught back up to his captive. Or at least, it would've been quick, if he hadn't been laughing so hard that it was slowing him down. The image of the man throwing himself down the hill kept playing in his mind's eye, and it somehow got funnier every single time. Eventually calming down enough to function again, Gilgamesh strode over and placed his foot on top of the man's spine, roughly in the same place he'd kicked him earlier. Another burst of his power was completely unnecessary, just the small amount of pressure placed on the man's back by his negligible 15 year old weight was enough to stop any struggling. It must've been very painful. Gilgamesh fished into his pocket, and withdrew his cell phone, quickly dialing the only number saved within.
"Accalia. It's Gilgamesh. Found someone in my territory I think you'd be interested in. His name's-"
Gilgamesh momentarily shifted more of his weight onto the foot resting on his captive's back, "Hey, shithead. What's your name?"
"Aaah! It's Stephen, Stephen Cordell!"
"-right, his name's Stephen Cordell. He's a cape who's been using his power to guide people through our territory, undercutting our prices. I figured you might like to have a conversation with the man, teach him some manners, or about the way things are done around here at least. Perhaps avail him of your... hospitality. Thoughts?"
Crimes committed: assault, 1 count
Naomi Tenkou interaction with Accalia. Also, crime.
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