James Moore
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Aldrich waited for a solid thirty minutes in his underground grave. This was an empty safe space he had memorized and marked out the first time he had ported into this quest exactly for this moment. Here, no zombies or skeletons spawned, making it the perfect hiding spot. He had marked out similar safe spots like this across all the floors he had traveled through in his first attempt at this quest, giving him a way to hide while the villains ahead cleared everything for him. Meanwhile, he kept a…-
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A commotion rose through the emptied-out dance floor from the Red Circle's many servers. They were standing in the sidelines, in the shadows, waiting for Bruce Vane's speech to end, but now, everyone had disappeared. Casimir took the steps up to the performance stage, getting back to the mic. Spotlights tracked his movements. When he looked down, he saw not the faces of the villains he had served throughout the years, but his precious staff, all those he had taken from the streets, from brothels,…
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11 P.M., Saturday, November 6, 2117 Red Circle Nightclub Usually, the entrance to the Red Circle was marked, by, well, a red circle. Specifically, a glowing red neon circle emblazoned with bright confidence above its wide, tinted glass doorway. Whenever this circle lit red in the weekends, it promised a good time whether through night life partying or under the table illegal business deals. Tonight, though, the red circle was lit wholly green. Even the red carpet leading into the nightclub had…
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Friday, November 5, 2117, 1 P.M. Alter Agency Outpost in Haven City Center == Brent McAllister, current director of the AA's Haven outpost, sat in a sterile white conference room with a group of high-level personnel, or the highest level it could get in a tier 3 city like Haven. They sat about in sleek black chairs that screamed corporate aesthetic as they watched a Panopticon researcher present his findings. "As you all know, the Panopticon's variant detection network is thorough, but not…
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Aldrich hovered in the air on his alloywing eagle with Valera behind him. One of his Ghasts was tethered to him, preventing anyone from capturing footage or photos of him. Valera tentatively wrapped her arms around his waist and nodded her head from side to side in happiness. Meanwhile, he looked down to witness the chaos below. There were thin, packed streets lined with hastily built shacks, shops, and stalls littered with fire, smoke, rubble, and roving slime creatures. Here, people whimpered and…
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Seth wore a generic, monochrome black villain mask to conceal his identity as he flew straight to Haven. At top speed, he could make it to Haven from Blackwater in just five minutes. He pierced through the night sky clouds as he shot forward at sub-sonic speeds. Seth slowed down once he got near the site of destruction. He looked down from cloud level to see the giant manta letting loose ghostly wails as it rained down another volley of lightning bolts, destroying a dozen more buildings. The…
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Seth Solar watched with arms crossed at a wide telescreen broadcast showing a B class disaster variant wreaking Havoc on Haven's streets. He watched with his gang of A-class fellow students in their barracks rec room where previously, they had been reviewing combat footage from their training sessions. "Don't some of us have to go out there and help? We're technically hero trainees, right?" said Simon Wells, rank 10 A-class student. He was leanly built with a gleaming red visor around his eyes to help…
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Aldrich planned on lying low until Saturday night, staying in the forest while corresponding with Casimir via Darknet texts about specifications on his event. He kept his undead from hunting further so as to absolutely minimize attention. He did not want to compromise any chance of his plan working when he was so close now. Throughout the entire day of Thursday, Aldrich commanded his variants to lay low. The variants mostly rested or played or mock fought among themselves in the perimeter they…
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Aldrich stood over the unconscious body of, what was his name again? He checked his Eye-phone at the villain profiles that Casimir had sent over. Ah, right, Slasher. An incredibly unoriginal name, especially considering his ski mask getup. "Make this guy wake up," said Aldrich to Fler'Gan. The Mind Eater was over one of his alchemical tables, specifically the dissection table where the other villain known as the Lasher was tied down to. The Lasher's brain was thoroughly turned to mush from Fler'Gan's…
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"Where the fuck is this guy?" said Jack as he tentatively moved past a thicket of trees. It was dark. As dark as it got. His ski-mask might have looked like a cheap Halloween dollar store piece of garbage, but it was not a shabby piece of tech. It had night vision, infrared, and some low-level AC scanning inlaid within its white, ballistic duraplastic surface. A lower caliber bullet would bounce right off the thing. Meanwhile, when Jack glanced at the Lasher and his normal leather gimp mask, he…
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