Vendetta [S!2 Round 2 ~ Soñaire]

Originally posted on MSPA by Solaris.

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As the showdown between the man and the deer escalated, Don Itallio reviewed the activities that he had been recording since the start of his event. He wasn't sure just what he was searching for, but he felt something was a bit off...

His thought was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a seven manila folders. The one on top had a tab that read "LAST. THING. STANDING" and it had a beautifully written note attached to the top.

There seems to be something brewing among a number of other people who developed an idea similar to ours. This is the information we have collected on these other seven 'events.'

The Don smirked as he fingered through the first folder, taking out the file on The Broadcaster.

"Excuse me?"

Don Itallio put his files down and turned to his new, unwelcomed guest, a mousey creature that he hardly considered sentient. "Yes? How may I help you?" The words were coated with a somewhat annoyed tone; no criminal enjoyed visits from any lapdog of a man of law, least of all one under The Arbiter.

"If I am not mistaken, you have a STATIC in your er, battle, Vendetta was it?"

"And if I do?"

"Well, to put it simply, they're called." The messenger paused for a bit, half expecting a vaporization.

Don Itallio raised one brow, but opted to listen as getting rid of him wouldn't solve anything, for now.

"You see, someone else has already summoned up iterations of them further in the future than yours which has caused a bit of a temporal instability. It is very complex and I'm sure you don't want to hear it all, so if you could just allow me to request that their time here be erased, and that they return home, it would be very appreciated."

Normally, he wouldn't even entertain the thought of releasing anyone already chosen, least of all to someone like the snivley, aimless creature before him. He had other things to deal with, his very legacy was at stake, surely that was more important than the dealings of whoever else wanted to use them for their "battle". However, as he stared down onto the files, he realized that there was something he needed that this messenger could get him. And in the end, it wouldn't be too difficult for his hitmen to find another prospect or two (although he'd have to make sure that they don't make such a mistake again).

"Hmm... I will agree to these terms without a single protest if you just do one thing. Tell me where The Broadcaster is."

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The remaining contestants saw as the walls of the underground facility changed to a slightly familiar decor. Once more they sat at a lavish table, though this time where wasn't any food, and surprisingly, rather than a single missing seat an astounding four seats were empty.

"Hello there, I'll make this short. I'm afraid that STATIC will no longer be joining you. Worry not, for we'll still be playing with a full deck, well, full minus our charred cards." Two of the seats, formerly belonging to the druid and the alien now seat two new women, one crying black tears and the other looking attractive, but somehow off. "This is D-003865 and this is Miss Rivia Peters."

"As I would like to get on with things, I will give them the abridged version of events. Ladies, I an Don Itallio, I apologize for the unannounced retrieval and late introduction. The two of you are going to join these four in a little contest to see who should be my successor to this, The Mafia. I will send you to fantastic locales and if you survive through them all you will become the head of an organization that spans the entire multiverse."

As with the first introduction, the Don takes out reading glasses and chart and starts pointing at the remaining original contestants.

"While I would like to give a bit more details, we are strapped for time, so just the names will have to do. Let us move on."

Blackness and a familiar saxophone sound consumes the six contestants and Don Itallio as they leave the dining room for somewhere else...

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SpoilerSay hello to Pharmacy and Palamedes, who are replacing Protoman, Anartic Wolf, Yako, and Digital Hellhound!

Here are their characters.

Username: Pharmacy

Name: D-003865

Gender: Ladytype

Race: AHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAHuman

Colour: "...I go through life with an impassive expression, from time to time permitting myself a gentle smile, and I often wonder whether I have ever laughed..."

Biography:

Born between the union of controversial science and a single oocyte of some unlucky intern, D-003865 ("Dee-Oh" for the scientifically impatient) always felt she had lived a life of nothing, but that was okay. Nothing was exciting when your existence is under the thumbs of a corporation that dithers between semi-legal charity and an absolute disregard for basic ethics.

But something always comes out of nothing and pretty soon, D-0 found herself running away from screaming personnel and just as equally loud alarms. Admittedly, her grand escape was pretty dang easy; the amount of security they had was as just as much as the amount of empathy that kept employees from being accused as robots. The bigger question was why did she escaped. She kept on asking herself that question to herself.

Too bad she never found an answer.

Description:

Bowed stature. Baleful blue eyes. Black hair. Black blood. Equally black tears constantly streaming from her eyes - could be mistaken for eyeliner, but those are real real tears. Also cries constantly no matter how good or bad she feels - it's a side effect of being the experiment she is. Super pale. Fairly androgynous but not enough. Basically looks about what you expect from a young-ish woman genetically engineered to ensure maximum depression. It's a sucky life, I know.

Incredibly nervous gal - kind of swings back and forth between hermetic avoidance and half-hearted attempts towards friendliness. It's like she wants to be social (being locked up nigh-constantly usually makes you desperate of some human interaction) but she does not want to get hurt - especially from anything. All in all, fairly harmless - and maybe places a little too much trust in others. She kind of stutters and slurs occasionally. The stuttering is from her socially-deprived shyness. The slurring is from her drugs.

She is full of drugs - that's why her insides are black, why she cries - and probably explain the forlorn and vacant look on her face. The (un)needed drugs are fed into her veins from the contraption she wears. It looks like a vaguely high-tech straightjacket and like all vaguely high-tech straightjackets, it tightly binds her arms and prevents them from breaking free - at least by her lonesome, of course.

The purpose of these drugs was to stabilize her body and to render her catatonic at the slightest chemical imbalance. Unfortunately, for her supervisors, she built a resistance to them. And never told them.

Which was why she managed to escape.

Items/Abilities:

Pitykinesis. With enough straining and grunting, she has the psychic ability to internally generate a negative sort of emotion and place them into objects. She can control where the pity goes. Who is the focus and what not. Usually, she uses it as a shitty form of telekinesis because she essentially makes the object feels so sorry that they move for her but usually they become too depressed and just stop half-way in the middle.

Yes, the objects include people. It's not exactly mind control. It's more she shoves pity into the person's psyche and waits. She has no control over how people reacts to the foreign feels that blossomed in their depraved hearts. No word on those with lack of empathy.

She never used this power effectively on a sentient being before. Probably because there is a small staple in her spine that discourages her almost nigh-constantly. No wonder she's so twitchy.

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Username: Palamedes
Name: Miss Rivia Peters
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Color: Blueeee (#0000FF)

Weapons/Abilities: Rivia relies on the old tools of her trade: whatever she can find around her capable of hurting others. She prefers guns and other long-range weapons, due to how far they keep the enemy away from her, but currently she doesn’t have one at her disposal.

She also carries on her, at all times, a large stash of various addictive drugs (or ‘medicine’, as she calls it), and isn’t particularly capable of functioning when off them. Rivia’s primary ability comes to her thanks to one of these drugs, Argus. Argus gives its partakers, as a side effect, the ability to psychically project things to the human eye - a crude but effective form of illusion. This drug is only available to extremely shady billionaires and crime lords, as well as their minions, hence Rivia’s ability to get her hands on some.

Unfortunately, Rivia’s various other addictions have significant effects on her Argus-given ability. For some reason she is unable to make people envision things that aren’t real, instead preventing them from seeing things that actually are. So it’s really more of a sort of invisibility power, though she’ll never admit it.

Description: Rivia is an attractive girl at a quick glance, tall, thin, with short cut blonde hair. While makeup and minor cosmetic surgeries have managed to cover up the worst of the physical imperfections caused by her drug dependency, on a closer observation she carries many of the signs of someone who is on about four too many kinds of illegal chemicals. The great amounts of money her bosses can afford for one of their higher up enforcers helps to pay to cover up more severe deformities as well, but one can only get so many nose jobs, anti-aging formulas, or stain removal treatments before you start to look funny.

Personality wise she’s no particular treat either – while friendly, she’s not exactly anyone’s friend unless they remind her of herself in some way, and even then she’s liable to betray them should the reasons be good enough (and her skewed sense of priorities mean that far too many reasons could be ‘good’ reasons). Past that she’s snarky, aggressive, and whatever else you want her to be if she needs something from you.

Biography: Rivia is from your stereotypical dystopia – gangs rule whatever parts of the world the oppressive governments and corporations don’t, everyone is terrible in some way, and it’s in the future, though not so much that it’d be unrecognizable to people in the present. Rivia herself was born to an unpleasant family in an even less pleasant neighbourhood. Her parents were both addicts, and when they died due to issues with the local mafia she ‘inherited’ their stash… and their debt.

She started off pretty small in both cases, with cigarettes, alcohol, and prostitution for the gang’s lackeys, and eventually moved up in her world to heroin, acid, and prostitution for the gang’s higher ups. Eventually she had paid off her debt and gotten into the worst kinds of chemicals, and decided that the life of whoring and crime she had grown up around was the best way to obtain the ‘medicine’ she now needed.

It was through this work that she was eventually introduced to Argus – an important guest from a more prominent organization convinced her to take the new, experimental drug instead of a regular payment. It changed her life, gave her powers and abilities she couldn’t ever dream of before and couldn’t live without now, and when she was promised more in exchange for backstabbing her gang she took the opportunity without a second thought.

Turns out that gangs like to employ treacherous but drug dependant goons, especially when they suffer from certain side effects of the only drug on the market they can’t aquire on their own.

Now, working for the most powerful criminal syndicate in the continent she finally found her niche. She worked mostly as an illusionary enforcer now, supporting the more combat oriented members to confuse and destroy any enemies to their organization. In exchange, she got all the free Argus she could want, and enough money to fund the rest of her habits. She was happy, well, as happy as anyone in the shithole of a planet could be, and ready to just live out the rest of her life in the luxury afforded by walking all over the backs of the oppressed.

Too bad something else had different plans for her.

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I also edited them into this post.

Stay tuned for round two's introduction!