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[sonerohi]

I say just boost stats for a while before going for any powers. We aren't that far above human at the moment, so lets wait before getting anything else.(when we do gain powers I recommend telekinesis. We could use it to control our bullets in midair, curving them around objects and corners.)

Getting the power of being unkillable will boost us above human abilities far better than being a bit tougher.

[Criptfeind]

Let go with fire and water than, them seem the most important (maybe air is up higher than water but we use water more.) for fighting.

I say just boost stats for a while before going for any powers. We aren't that far above human at the moment, so lets wait before getting anything else.(when we do gain powers I recommend telekinesis. We could use it to control our bullets in midair, curving them around objects and corners.)

Getting the power of being unkillable will boost us above human abilities far better than being a bit tougher.

We start with that.

[rickvoid]

I know it's going to seem really obvious in when I say it, but this reminds me of Planescape: Torment a lot. Which is good, because I loved that game and concept.

 Maybe, rather than try and find someone to teach us Gunsmithing, we should try to remember a past-life where we knew how to do that. And if that doesn't work, talking to or working with a gunsmith might trigger such a memory.

[Silleh Boy]

You don't want to leave this man to restrain this abomination himself, as you don't trust a man from a life that is obviously one of comfort to get such simple things right first time. Instead, you find yourself tying the things hands in such a manner that you're pretty certain that the only way to free them again would be to cut the rope. You do much the same with its feet, noting how the thing is slowly ceasing to bleed, corrupted flesh knitting as it slowly recovers from what would have been instantly fatal injuries to most.

"I have questions about... You, about this thing, so don't you go running off on me yet." You state, your voice flat and cold as you make it clear that you'll not take kindly to this man being anything other than co-operative. "Of course, of course... After something like this you must have many questions. A mark of a keen mind that is, a keen mind." If the man's bothered by this in the slightest, he hides it well. If anything, you get the feeling from him that this is routine, that he has dealt with this enough times to react with indifference and to have the questions asked, for the most part, ready to answer without a second thought.

"First, I'd like to know who you are, who you are affiliated with." You consider adding that he'd better tell you the truth as you'd know, but the man has already started to respond before you can hope to accomplish such a thing.

"Oh, dear boy, I am a Clockworker, as signified by this badge emblazoned on my waistcoat. We are one of the more reputable guilds within this city. We, along with gentlemen like the Technomancers, provide progress. We are the creaters of mechanical men, who seek out that what goes bump in the night and ensures it isn't a threat anylonger to the good people of this city."

You scowl briefly. Clearly, their wonderful 'mechanical men' only cover the richer districts. You're about to call him out on this when the figure beneath you groans, prompting you to lay into it with a series of savage kicks. "What is this thing?" you mutter, tempted to draw your weapon and put another bullet in it, just for a few minutes silence.

"That, would be one of the Enlightened. They're a group of people who... Well, misguided would be the nice way to put them. We used to tolerate them, thinking them to be a group of harmless but eccentric people, who used alchemy and the like in their quest for immortality. At some point, they became more sinister, kidnapping people and performing mad experiments upon them. Then, they became silent for a time, saying that they had found god, and with god they had found the secret that would make them divine." The man paused, shaking his head slowly. "Then, they returned... Like you see now. If that is divinity, then I do not wish to be divine."

You look down at the man at your feet, thoughtfully for a second as you reflected upon it. You were not that much different from this man at the end of the day. Maybe they knew of you, maybe they saw you as a threat, a threat that they could do nothing but slow down. One thing was for certain though, this man healed a hell of a lot faster than you seemed to.

"I have one more question." You stated, starting to haul the man towards the door as you did so. "What are you going to do with this man, now you've captured him?" you asked, though you knew that you wouldn't like the answer, as you could almost feel what was coming...

"Oh, that is quite simple. We're going to put him in one of the underground holding facilities that were built to deal with such things as this." Came his words. Wonderful. Just what you knew was coming and didn't wish to hear. You turned away from the finely dressed man as you left him to take this abomination into custody, to have it locked away and forgotten about. You had other things to worry about.

"One second Red, I'll be back with you in a second." You muttered, running towards the kitchen, ducking quickly as a frying pan flew overhead as Red's wife, spooked as she was at least made it clear she was alive and well. "It's safe now, Ma'am. I was just making sure nothing crept in through the back while we were occupied." You stated, calmly as you picked up the nearby frying pan and placed it on a table by the door.

Red was pale, shaking as you assisted him in getting to his feet. You weren't suprised somehow, that he was in this state if this cult of so called enlightened people was a bunch of immortal lunatics. You wouldn't put it past them to have something more about them too, to be able to induce fear by gazing into a victims eyes.

"Jus' pour me a drink, kid. Ah'll be fine with somethin' strong in me." Came his words, prompting you to nod as you stepped about behind the bar, picking out a glass, pouring a generous measure of whiskey into it. As Red took the glass, sitting there swirling the contents of it about you started to move tables and chairs aside, fetching soap and water so you could scrub the floors.

"Don't worry, I'll have this straightened out in no time." You called out, as you considered what your options were for the night.

You felt as if you could take the world on, as if you could match the greatest marksman, as if the fog clouding your mind had lifted slightly and you could work out more of the mysteries of the modern world. Heck, you felt that you could understand most things put infront of you in time now.

You felt as if you were regaining some of your former glory.

When night came and your work winded down, what did you intend to make of it

Spoiler: "Stats" (click to show/hide)

Earth:   4 - (Resiliance)
Fire:   5 - (Marksman)
Air:   5 - (Tactics)
Water:   4 - (Reading People)

Powers:
0 - Ageless.
   You have all of eternity to complete your tasks, forever in your prime.

2 (fm) - Unkillable.
   Death cannot claim you. Injury, poison, disease and the like still have their effects however, along with their associated downtime.

Points Pool: 0

[dragnar]

to be able to induce fear by gazing into a victims eyes

We need this ability.

For now, lets meet with Oak and the others for another fight and to see what they know about these "enlightened"

[Labs]

Yep, go find Oak.

[Acanthus117]

Also, see if we can't use this to establish a reputation as an awesome dude who helps people and shit.

[Wimdit]

This is amazing. How the hell have you managed to churn something this good and this long out in five days?

Good show. Go find Oak, since we don't really have a way of finding the Enlightened at present. Once we do, better have a look around and see what they're doing. Especially since they seem to want to find you and know where you live...

[Criptfeind]

This is amazing. How the hell have you managed to churn something this good and this long out in five days?

Ya. You  should like write a book or something.


I think  we should start building up the power to steal the corrupt immortality from these “enlightened” and than destroy it.

[Digital Hellhound]

Go to Oak, the Enlightened can wait.

[maxicaxi]

Go to Oak, the Enlightened can wait.

[Silleh Boy]

As you finish the days work up, you reflect upon how you have gone from that serene state that you could see echoed in the eyes of the abomination of a man that had come here, how you could feel your anger, that glorious burning emotion overpower all other senses when it had been triggered by that thing threatening a man you had some respect for. You could disconnect yourself from your feelings, assume a state of serenity when it benefitted your chance of survival, but in this case... You had snapped because you were so frustrated that something had the nerve to bleed over the floor that you had just cleaned.

A wry smile crosses your lips as you made a note that you got frustrated like anybody else, that you could be angered like anyone else. This was good though, it told you that a thousand years of life hadn't robbed you of your humanity. It also made you realise that you had some respect for Red, that you recognised that he was a good man doing the only thing he had ever really known how to make money. He was a man that appreciated your hard work, as strong as he was, he was getting on in years and wasn't quite able to run around as he once would have in his youth.

It must have been a family business you figured, a life that he was born into and a life that his family before him were born into. There was no sign of a child though for these two, telling you that they had either failed to concieve or that they had lost their children to accident, disease and disaster. Now wasn't the time to dredge up potentially bad memories though, not after a day that had them both spooked, but at the same time thankful that their trust in you had paid off.

You set about giving the place one last clean for the night, so that it would be presentable when they opened up in the morning while Red counted the takings for the day, setting aside your pay carefully as he did so. As you went to tip away the pail of now filthy water that you carried, Red placed a hand on your shoulder, patting it briefly as he nodded to the coins set out ready for you. "When yeh got yer hands free, s'there f'ye. I'ppreciate what ye did t'day, makes me glad I trusted m'gut feelin' on ye." Came his words, prompting you to give him a small but respectful bow of your head as you finished emptying the pail out back.

As you stepped out, you noted that the sensation of the weight of that money in your pockets was one that filled you with a sense of satisfaction. You knew that you had money enough to take care of basic needs, that you had a dependable income as long as you worked for it. You were at a crossroads though, metaphorically at least. Physically, you were just striding down the riverside path, feeling brave, feeling secure enough to let the Vultures come to you as you'd shoot every last one of the corrupted birds out the air.

The crossroads you found yourself at though, was one of a more moral nature. Did you wish to pursue more noble goals, such as standing out as a champion for the people in these troubled times, or did you plan to take advantage of it to make money at the expense of those in need, knowing that you could always appear to be fighting the good fight, without ever intending to crush the source of corruption once and for all.

The more you thought about it, the more you found appeal in the thought of being seen as a hero, as a guardian of young and old, rich and poor, male and female alike. A true hero had more spiritual richness than someone with greed, and would no doubt be able to rely on those that idolised them if something ever brought them low. You knew that you could be brought low. This was the perfect example of it, you, a man with a thousand years of experiences, a man who knew that they had once been greater than any other man who had lived, reduced to this. You were weakened, dulled and unsure of just who you once was.

Who you were now however, was more important than who you once was.

You had a fresh start, and you were going to make the most of it, earning the respect of the people as you proved to them that there were still those that they could rely on, who wouldn't do so for coin. It wouldn't prevent you accepting any coin offered, mind, you still had need of income, as good intentions didn't buy bullets.

The occasional flutter of wings as you strode onward down the docks put you on guard, your hand drifting to your holster and unfastening the strap that held your gun secure, though you mentally took note in the pattern of wing beats and the size they sounded as such being more fitting of something like a bat.

As you continued onward the sound of dogs howling filled the air, all over the city dogs were howling, barking in terror, and then...

And then there was silence.

Nothing but the sound of the river lapping at the banks as you hurried onward, not wanting to know what it was that had prompted such, not when it would be safer in a group. Your heart raced as your pace quickened, going from a casual stride to a jog, to a full blown sprint as the sound of your now rapid movement echoed in your ears.

That wasn't all you could hear though.

You could hear the sound of mournful wailing as you raced onward, rushing toward the distant shape of the docks as you told yourself you'd be safer there. The wailing seemed to come from all about you, though you could hear it at ground level. Even so, you could see nothing along the lamp illuminated streets.

At least that was, until shroudeded in the darkness between the pools of light between two lamps you noticed a figure. A figure that's presence had you come to a sharp stop. A figure that seemed to be shuffling towards you, shivering as the pitter patter of water dripping from them, from their long hair and ragged clothes filled your ears. You couldn't make out much more than this in the darkness, though there was another sound.

The sound of soft, feminine sobbing.

You knew that in this crazy city that this figure could be anything, that it could be a woman who had fallen in the river and was bewildered and lost, or it could be one of those abominations that stalked the city at night. It could be what you had heard referred to as a banshee.

Was it prudent to duck into the back alleys and try and avoid this figure, approach them cautiously, or to gun them down and avoid the potential guilt of making a mistake by not stopping to check the body?

((Small note: thanks for the praise! it's appreciated hearing that people are enjoying this. It's something I figured I'd do a little of here and there when I got the time, as I've always loved to do creative writing. I just worry that People might feel that my suggestions for courses of action may be limiting things too much - While at some points yes, things are a little limited in how you can progress, there's always room for suggestions beyond that scope, if they work.))

[Kashyyk]

We should draw our gun and then call to the person, to see if they are ok. If they don't reply in a human way, shoot them.

my bad.

[Neyvn]

We should draw our gun and then call to the person, to see if they are ok. If they reply in a human way, shoot them.

Wait what???

Draw the gun, hold it ready but pointed downward, clearly we have enough skill to lift to shoot within a nanosecond if attacked...
Call out, ask if they are ok, request they come into the light...

ALSO> FUCK MATE, EPIC!!!

[Labs]

I say duck into an alley way. And this is really high quality writing. You could make some money writing stories with your skill. I'd buy em.