Farbe An Anti-Terror Magical RP

[redlemonaide]

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The van taxied the soldiers around the block as Blue refreshed everyone on their roles, fixing up his terrible costume. Even tourists knew better than that, Amaranth was certain. The blonde boy checked himself over as well, a pistol in either tennis shoe, under either deep pocket of his cargos, the others organized with an assortment of tools and weaponry that could come in handy, and something special up his baggy shirt with the button-up polo over it for extra coverage. No one suspected children to be strapped. He wasn't particularly good at the lopsided grins or pouting that came with the age, so he used the next best thing to avoid suspicion: pity. A couple more metal cylinders positioned under the pits of his arms gave him the leverage he needed.

"You guys remember the plan, right? Green, we're together. I'll be monitoring the electronic activity within the building while Red, Orange, and Black monitor the employee areas from inside the building. White and Purple are playing tourist on the inside, hiding amongst the crowd while Yellow sticks around the entrance as a greeter, memorizing faces."

For whatever reason, this seemed to insight their personal Irish pope, and the redhead started going off about being forgotten and assuming he would get the same old position as always. "Not to mention that I don't like how this covert radio works. Too easy for someone to listen in if they get the signal. I highly recommend that you change how we communicate with each other from this gear to purple helping relay messages telepathically. The opp will be more secure with purple running communications than the radios will."

Amaranth snorted. "For someone who believes in God, it doesn't sound like you have a lot of faith. As long as you don't forget how to do your job, it doesn't sound like you have anything to bitch about."

"Sorry Crimson," Blue offered with a smirk. "I forgot you existed. I tend to think of you as being a sort of projection of Red. Seriously, isn't crimson just a shade of red? These lab coats are crap at colors."

The boy nodded his head to the side appreciatively. "The old man's got a point: someone missed out on a great opportunity not giving you the code name Cardinal. Throw in an extra prayer if you need it, but let's get the move on."

"Alright, let's get this done," echoed the "old man", exiting the van and continuing to mumble about the local weather and culture.

Amaranth planted the noses of his weapons on the ground and swung to the pavement after them, landing on one foot easily, the other hanging above, knee wrapped in a black splint that was secret missing its metal supports. Crutches. Injured and sick kids were always given way more lenience than even the most adorable sweetheart. Although, he was pretty certain Orange would still give him a run for his money - at which point, he'd drop the damn things and cross the finish line without even implementing his abilities - maybe he could ask her for tips later. Lord knew he needed it, and He told Crimson, who told everyone else who wasn't crazy enough to hear Him themselves. As it was, they were for the mission, and the best thing he had to act like a normal kid right now as everyone split off to their directed positions and covers.

Catching up to his "father", Amaranth pulled on Blue's sleeve enough to whisper up to him with a small smirk of his own. "Hey. Don't forget I'm with you, too, but don't worry, I won't get in the way of your date. In fact, I've got the perfect place in mind since we're not sure how soon these guys are gonna move in, but just remember to keep your mind on the mission while you're making googly eyes." With that, the boy pointed down across the lawn with his medical device to the EMP museum. "Thought that might be a good place to start due to all the electrical stuff and high tourist rate, yeah?" He said with a wink.

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[Hell Hound Woof]

Grey had spent the better half the morning scanning the crowds through his rifle, it was beginning to upset him they werent here already. He rolled onto his back and checked the frequency scanner on his hip, he scrolled through the channels coming through and eventually found what sounded like his old boy Blue. Last he heard that voice he was still an errand boy for the bastards at the facility, and Blue was just a kid. Grey heard someone else as well and didnt quite recognize the voice, he smirked and rolled back onto his stomach and scanned the crowd.

"Well now we get this started," Grey said to himself, "Now where's the rest of the gang?"

He continued to search the crowd scanning through it and panned down to the entrance. Of course, they'd have her there in order to see him if he went in from the front. He hadnt counted on that but he was glad they'd done it. Meant the new team wasnt stupid. He spotted white and her oddly colored hair. From what he remembered she hated crowds. He trained his scope on her and made a gunshot sound with his mouth. He scanned a bit more and saw another girl, she looked out of place. Half of her head shaved and she seemed to be scanning the crowds. She replaced someone. Not far off was Green, short and fair skinned as ever, a vision of her drawing something on paper during downtime flashed through his mind.

Continued to scan the crowds he spotted the kid who had been Grey's height when he was back in the facility. He and this boy could spar even when he was young. Blue, and a particularly tiny young man next to him with crutches. They were recruiting young again, typical of the bastards. He reached up to his earpiece then remembered something, on missions with so much open air someone had to be on over-watch. Grey was on one of the few buildings with a view of this place, but there were others. He'd worry about it later. He turned on his microphone and spoke in the voice that some of the team knew, that voice which some had once loved, that some once felt warmth from.

"This is Grey reporting in," He said setting his sights on the back of Blue's head, he changed his tone to one of mock love, "So who missed me?"

@Jerelin @Eon @Hospes @redlemonaide @RareSecret @Bebepiggles @HelloBeautifulChild @Zadok shadows @Monica Monroe @Angelic Fusion @Minami

 

[Victor Markov]

"Great, got a pair of jackasses in the team." crimson muttered around his cup of coffee with a scowl. Moments later, he was looking at a map of the city for a possible vantage point before he was ushered to a van and dropped off at the second tallest building a little less than a mile out. He then got to the roof, albeit with some resistance and him having to trick the people who got in his way. He never carried a weapon when he could summon them from anywhere around him. Plus he was a living weapon. Able to fight with and without a weapon.

When he got into position, Crimson turned on his radio and said "archangel in position." his way of saying that he was in Overwatch like an angel. There, but unseen and an agent of God. Everyone knew how religious he was and he knew the scientists might put him in solitary for a week just for that quip. Thing was, he didn't care. He was putting his life in the line and knew he was inevitably going to die. So he figured why not say which side of the spiritual battle he was on? Couldn't hurt, plus it would throw anyone listening in on the communications channel off a little and leave them wondering what F.A.R.B.E. was up to. Then someone called Grey said something over the radio. And crimson thought of Dorian Grey. "Lad, is your first name Dorian by any chance?" crimson asked sarcastically. He had a feeling this would happen, but he didn't think anyone would patch in and start talking! Crimson didn't know who this mystery caller was, but he didn't like how he got in their frequency and talked like he knew the team. That made that short hairs on the back of his neck stand on edge. He then turned his mic off and said Barret.50 call with suppressor and thermal scope loaded with high explosive armor piercing rounds." and in a flash of crimson light, the weapon appeared in his hands.

 

[Zadok shadows]

Black took in the job he had to do. He had to make sure nothing suspicious was going to happen, but he knew better. He needed to find the security system inside the space needle and go over the surveillance footage for anything that could be caused for out of place. For someone to take down the space needle it would take a bit more than a single bomb man in the lobby. Assuming that it's a bombing it would have to be placed in a strategic area.

Another objective was keeping orange safe no matter what. She was his healer but more importantly she was like a little sister to him and would do anything to save her. Including risking his own life. That was another thing... if he showed up then it could bring his end. He looked to blue. In some ways he considered him the non appointed leader of the group and that was ok. Black would never want to lead this. Not that anyone would let him.

Black would take orange by the hand as they walked into the crowd. Black looked toward the sky and the buildings above. He had a bad feeling about this. With black holding onto orange by the hand he cut himself on his other hand. He let a faint aura surround them both undetectable by anyone who wasn't trained or around his abilities. At least now in public orange and him had some protection.

 

[Midnight Maiden]

Green gave a silent nod of understanding in response to Blue's inquiry, trying her best to hide the unease laced through her tired green eyes. It was always this way, before missions; stay up all night watching over the others, get maybe an hour or thereabouts of sleep(if lucky), hardly eat any food during breakfast, get geared up and go. Worry, fear, nervousness, 'what if's, and, once it was finally over... Guilt. During the op? Pity. Why was it that people threw away their lives like this? Green recalled once asking the scientists, before they'd broken her. Made her into the nervous, insecure and silent wreck she was today; the way she was always left only to her dangerous thoughts digging this hole deeper. Why do people do this to themselves?

The answer she had received was quite simple. Silence.

But she couldn't afford to reminisce the past, now.. No, this was about the present. About keeping the world safe. Green didn't agree with Farbe's tactics... In fact, they went completely, one-hundred percent against her beliefs. The problem was.. What choice did Green have, but to obey? Farbe had long since broken her will with their abuse.. Made her into an obedient little slave. It disgusted her and made her feel sick to her stomach, that she'd let them do this to her, bu-- C'mon, Green.. Focus, she ushered herself, shaking her head of the thoughts. Instead, she finally managed a reply to Blue.

"Right. You, me, and Ama; outdoors on lookout.. I see anyone suspicious, I stop them, and you have my back if things go south," she replied, as though she'd already memorized her piece in this. She managed to maintain a calm facade, but anyone that really knew the young woman would know she was nervous and scared as hell behind the mask that was there only to give good vibes to the others. Because when you were practically an embodiment of life, and expected to kill or harm other life... Well, it was a very sickening feeling.

With that, Green slipped away from the table, vanishing for a brief period to change. Her outfit was rather simple; a modest graphic t-shirt that read 'There is no friend as loyal as a book' and a pair of Capris. Plain enough, and likely making her come off as just what she was: an awkward, shy, book-loving little nerd. This could be worse. They could've made me wear the sorry excuses for clothing that people seem to enjoy having attractive women squeeze into, she thought, idly, in reference to your modern-day short shorts, skirts, and tank tops. Or any cheerleader and/or prep wear, in her opinion. But then again, Green didn't know too much about the modern world, outside of all the things she'd taught herself at Farbe.

Either way, Green was just happy she was allowed to keep her prefered modest choice of dress.

After she'd quickly changed, Green had immediately joined the rest of the crew in the van.. Though the closeness with the others due to how they were squeezed in clearly made her uncomfortable. Gentle touch wasn't something she knew well, and as such, touch was associated with bad things. Of course, Amaranth's remark about a 'date' just seemed to confuse the agent named for her powers of life. However, she refrained from asking any questions about this, and instead tried to focus on what they were about to do. She was worried that Blue was right, as she carefully got into her position of posing as your average tourist outside of the building; that this was some sort of trap. The thought of trying to ask an animal or plant companion around the area to see if they were aware of anything suspicious crossed her mind, but--

...Oh dear God.

Green's blood went cold, her brilliant green eyes widening. That voice.. Could it be...? "..Grey?" she murmured, voice tinged with something between astonishment, relief, and.. fear. Green had met Grey a long time ago. Knew him fairly well, and.. Looked up to him. As one of the older teammates, he had a rather big impact on her. Not that it showed easily, through the shy and nervous shell that Farbe had beaten Green into. Even so, it was how she'd felt, and she had been devastated the day that the organization had lost Grey.

How is he here..?

This answer came to Green quite easily, after hearing him speak. The warmth the male had used to often carry in his voice was gone, replaced by a dead cold that sent shivers down the ravenette's spine. She struggled to try to find words, her heartbeat speeding up, pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from her chest. She was nervous, because that chilling coldness in his voice could only mean one thing... Grey was no longer a friend. He was an enemy.

This realization tore violently at Green's heart strings, making her feel sick to her stomach. She was losing focus.. Distracted by the intense hurricane of emotions that were now flooding her head. This.. This isn't good...​

 

[Eon]

At first, Blue thought it was someone else, an imposter, or a liar. Unfortunately, he wasn't so lucky. Gray had been a member of Farbe once, but he'd turned on them all and joined some sort of rogue terrorist cell. "How've you been, traitor?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically hard. Grey was a sniper, if Blue remembered right, and he was a damn good one. Tapping off his radio, he ordered the rest of his team to take cover behind whatever they could, as he himself tried to draw Gray's attention. He could remember Gray, not amazingly well, but well enough. He'd thought Gray was awesome, always cool and collected. He'd idolized Gray as a child and had even tried to emulate him. He still did, he just maintained a different attitude about it. He was exactly as lighthearted and comic in battle as he was outside of it. Now though, his idol just looked like a sociopath, "I figured you'd retire. Get yourself a nice cabin somewhere remote and live out the rest of your days in peace while your friends all died because of you." he said, his words dripping with venom. He looked around, shifting his focus from building to building, and scanning each one with his electric sight. He could see the power lines inside, and the groups of people, but none of them were bursting with the excess energy of a super-powered person. "You know, what really upsets me isn't that you left. We'd all probably leave if given the chance. It's the fact that you left your team, you saw a way out, and instead of taking it as a group, you let those who'd fought beside you die so that you might have a shot. It makes me sick,"

Blue was sure this was hard for everyone who was old enough to remember, seeing Farbe's black sheep show up again. Blue and Gray had been especially close though, and had even been sparring partners on a couple of occasions. He could feel his massive shoulders tensing in anticipation of some sort of surprise attack. His heart felt like it was in his stomach, and he thought he might vomit, but he knew he had to keep it together. His team depended on him. His facial expression barely changed from it's current scowl, something that seemed so out of place on a normally jolly face. One of us is going to die. Gray won't miss, unless he's toying with us, and one of us will go down. At least after that, I'll be able to trace the shot back to him and know where to take cover from...Or where to start shooting...

 

[Hell Hound Woof]

"Who's the mick that thinks he's clever?" Grey asked with a chuckle, "You should leave the joking to people who know what it is. Jesus, Dorian? Really? Thats what you got out of that, you could've gone with so much more."

Grey watched as Blue moved behind cover and ordered the others to do the same. Grey couldnt help but smile, that boy had grown up. He kept his rifle trained on the spot where Blue had gone behind cover. He didnt want to shoot them yet, but then Blue started talking. At first it didnt bother Grey, more like playful jabs.

"It's the fact that you left your team, you saw a way out..."

An image crossed through Grey's mind, a fist striking him. Then electric shocks. Needles. Blades. A monitor with some repeating message on it.

"you let those who'd fought beside you die so that you might have a shot"

Grey saw the first Orange, he was a good guy. A bit on the harsher side, but he definitely didnt deserve what he got. It was nothing Grey could control, it just happened. He saw only his face, and then a bullet ripped through his forehead. Grey saw himself behind him, and the barrel of his pistol smoking.

"It makes me sick..."

Grey got angry, not just from his memories but from the tone Blue was using. He imagined where Blue's head would be and prepared to take a shot. He stopped and calmed himself, he took a breath and held off. Something occurred to him, that Irish kid must've been the over-watch. No one on the ground had called out positions, he had used a special name. Had to be him.

"Blue boy, you got a world of hurt coming unless you start playing the game..." Grey said as he watched the field, "Now understand. It's going to look very suspicious with all the team taking cover while other people stare at them. So if you dont want this place being rubble you will all start walking around. Now I've got 7 bombs around this place. You find them and disarm them, you win. You take too long and this becomes ground zero for a new national tragedy."

He thought about stopping, it crossed his mind several times. He wanted to go down and greet his old friends, meet the new kids and tell stories to make them jealous of the old team. But he couldnt. He made his choice with Orange.

"You beat me today and then you can learn..." He stopped talking as a flash of pain ran through his mind, he wanted to say more but turned off his microphone. He felt only rage again. His anger unbridled. He reached to the detonator on his hip and undid the button safety. He thought about pressing the button but calmed himself again. He looked back through his scope and waited for the team to start searching for the bombs.

 

[Monica Monroe]

Orange smiled as she walked with Black. She didn't care about the mission. She just enjoyed being with the other colors. She knew that there was danger, but she want too worried. She figured that black would take care of her. She felt the aura go over her and she thought it felt nice.

She was curious about who was over the radio. She was shocked about blue. She had never heard this tone unless she took something from his room and even then she was forgiven. She spoke to grey through the radio. "Hello sir... my name is orange. Why do you want to hurt all these people. They don't seem to be doing wrong. If they made you made you should ask for an apology."

 

[Victor Markov]

"Yeah. Dorian Grey. Made a pact with the devil for immortality. Judging from Blue's tone, that is what you did. Name's Crimson. Just like the liquid rushing through your veins that will make a nice decoration on whatever you're hiding on." Crimson snapped. He then heard Orange address their uninvited guest and said "good attempt, Orange, but you can't reason with him. He's a bit sick in the head. And I've got his medicine right here." the Irish agent said as he loaded a round into the breach with a double metallic click as he worked the bolt.

Crimson didn't know where grey was, but he noticed blue's reaction to take cover and figured their guest was a sharpshooter. "Alright, let's see which buildings are the perfect vantage point other than mine." he muttered as he started scanning the tactical high ground around the needle. The sun was at his back, so he didn't have to worry about any light reflecting off his scope's lense. It was just a matter of playing where's waldo from there.

 

[Zadok shadows]

Black took a moment to listen to the entire conversation. He was correct about explosives being involved. There are always explosives. It's just a matter of disarming them. Though the biggest shock cane from who was responsible for this. Grey... black and blue still have some pretty clear memories about this color. How his betrayal effected them, but it was not the time for their emotions to take hold. Grey had given them useful informations.

There were only seven bombs and they are hidden around the area. Their best guess was to check around the base of the tower. If it were black he would of used precise structure points around the base and bring it down like a tree. A huge metal and concrete tree that could leave thousands of bystanders dead.

Black thought of something. It could be thought of as borderline insane. It would leave them without communication and the effects would be felt afterwards. But he didn't know exactly how much time he had. "Blue I have an idea. We need to stop the bombs from going off but we don't know where they are. Odds are they are hidden around base points in the towner that could prove difficult to get to and if they're on a time limit we may not find them in time. At first I was going to ask if you could see them as fare as their electrical components, but with how much tech is around could prove hard.

I'm thinking about hacking into the power grid and turning of the power to this area of the city, but their is the matter of people's electronics that aren't connected to the grid. So we have to think bigger. I need you to get to a power grid line below ground and absorb a ton of energy. We would rush back up top and you release it. It should create a large enough electromagnetic pulse to shut everything down in the area. Peoples phones included so we would be able to communicate with each other.

But from that point everything will go off. Maybe even the bombs. If the bombs somehow stay on line then they would be the only things you could see flowing with electricity. Making them easier to find and defuse. I don't think grey will interfere. If he wanted to kill us he had the vantage point and could of done it already. We would of lost the minute we arrived. No he wants to see how well we can stack up with new blood.

Grey... I know your listening in on this. If you expect us to play by the rules then you must too. Watch us all you want. Send in goons to try and stop us. Just don't directly get in our way. If we win you don't take any of us out, also me and blue get the chance to have a little chat with you. No violence involved I just want to see if our former leader has kept up with his skills, or if he has become the spinless coward that is looking at us through a sniper lense instead of facing us head on. Game on."

 

[Hell Hound Woof]

Grey listened, the new Orange was some little girl. He had trouble not mentioning how he had been the one to vacate her position. She did propose a good question, why was he doing this. He tried to think back before getting hit with a burst of anger again. He heard the Irish one speak, Crimson? They must've expanded the rainbow.

"I know the story kiddo," Grey said, his tone malicious yet deceivingly playful "Let me know when you spot me, we'll play a little tag."

Deal with the devil. He heard Black start yammering about a plan, he was clever. Black mentioned Grey getting in the way.

"Oh I wouldnt dream of it, besides if I wanted to test the team personally I would have been in there already. I already made my terms, I'm not meeting you facility boys face to face. If you want to know more, I'll tell you the right question to ask the lab-coats. Blue, get your team moving. You never know what could happen when a terrorist with explosives gets bored."

Grey stayed low but changed his rifles positioning, he began aiming at the other roofs. Checking for Crimson. It would be nice to shoot at someone for a bit, help him relax some. He was forced to look towards the sun but it hardly affecting him, and eventually he found his mark. A small distortion on one of the rooftops, it wasnt obviously Crimson but it was worth a shot. Grey aimed his rifle, took into account wind and the angle of the shot and fired. The bullet landed exactly as planned, to the left of the distortion. The wind carried the small amount of dust towards it.

"Is that you Shamrock?" Grey said pulling back the action and loading another round into the chamber.

 

[Victor Markov]

Crimson listened and watched for the flash of sunlight reflecting off a scope. He about missed it along with the muzzle flash. "Oh holy hell. That was a close shot." the Irish agent muttered and let loose three rounds at grey in rapid succession. "That answer your question? And shamrock? I think my little quip was better boyo." crimson said as he watched the rounds fly and change course due to changes in the wind's direction. Each round hit the building grey was on. One to his left, one to his right and one right below him. Each round detonated their shaped charges upon impact creating a dust cloud as each charge went off.

Crimson adjusted for the wind and slight drop in elevation and got ready to fire another round. "I got grey occupied for now. Hurry up and find those bombs." he said to the rest of the team.