((Alrighty, Im going to get in this as well. Seems pretty cool, please tell me if anything is wrong and I will edit in time :]))
((My character is a Broadsword/Super Reflexes Scrapper))
John yawned as his iPod buzzed in his ear, starting the new day.
"Damn it." He grumbled, slightly frustrated. Once again, the power was out, but this wasnt unusual due to all the Clockwork activity right above his base and I use that term lightly. John made sure to make a mental note Remember to kick their [censored]
again. Also, remember to find a new power source, electricity just doesnt cut it anymore. It wasnt until he started stumbling around in the darkness that he noticed that there was something awry.
It was eerily quiet, complete silence. This -was- unusual, very unusual. By now you could hear the hustle and bustle of the many citizens above starting their new day, or ending their night. He stumbled around for his suit, he gave up fighting through the mess and settled with a grey tank top and some nice cargo pants he had just bought the day before. Man these are clean to, oh well got to break them in somehow. By now he knew something was defiantly wrong. He reached around the table and grabbed his cell phone, flipping it open. No reception. What the hell is going on. John whispered, this city has no dead zones. Well, save Dark Astoria. He kept the light from the cell phone on so he could find his way to the trap door in the ceiling leading out to the abandoned building in the north eastern sector of Steel Canyon. Its then we he saw it.
It was a mess, he really needed to clean his room. There were clothes everywhere. Its a wonder he didnt break his leg or something stumbling around in that mess. Another mental note as he unlocked the hatch and jumped up, grabbing his speed boots on the leap up. He clipped them on, and pulled the hilt of the vanguard issued light saber. He used to use a regular old steel broadsword but he liked the badass-ness of the green glowing laser weapon. Unfortunately, it would prove nearly useless against what he was about to face.
He looked up at the piercing sun and shielded his eyes, he flipped out his very expense looking aviator sunglasses and threw them over his dark blue eyes. It was a bit chilly, freezing actually. To late now, he would have to deal with it. First order of business, deal with these Clockwork
again. They usually gathered in a little warehouse on the corner of the street. He began his walk, trudging through the heat all the while looking around. No-one, nothing, it was like a ghost town. In the heat it sounded like a desert, with the bugs chirping and chiming. It was a very ominous tone.
John flipped open the warehouse doors, and let fly his blade, ready to attack the usual mob of robotic monstrosities usually greeting him at the door. Nothing, he just kept walking guard up, senses aware, the chip in his brain fully functioning. His eyes scanned everything in the room, every crack, every red termite? What the hell is that? It puzzled John that the only living thing for what seemed like miles was a little red termite looking bug. Soon that one turned to many, quickly swarming toward John at breakneck speed. Good thing John was faster, in an instant he clicked his boots on and blazed out of the room leaving a small trail of dust behind him. No, he wasnt a coward, he knew better than to fight a swarm of red bugs in an abandoned City of Heroes. This was obviously the cause of the silence. John was moving at nearly one hundred miles an hour now bobbing and weaving through the streets, dodging the empty cars and parking meters. He came to a sudden halt above Icon looking over the small lake. He couldnt believe his eyes, they were still coming and fast. Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!
(( Meh that was my bad on the page breaks. I did hit enter but I guess a single one and a tab doesnt register on the forums or something, I fixed it.))
