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Kyle McLoughton

A human terrorist, who contains the Upsilon Brain Implant which allows him to control the element Sound.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Weilacca, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name: Kyle McLoughton
Age: 17
Height: 5'10''

Physical Descriptionb
Brown hair reaching down to bottom of shoulder blades. Right eye Grey, Left eye Green. Covers Left eye with fringe.
Slouches with hands in pockets.
Constantly has an emotionless face.

Personality
Emotionless. Speaks mono-tonal. Hates everything. Doesn't care about anything.
Can be cocky at times.
Very perceptive and observant. Amazing brain processing speed. Very intelligent.
Split personality, second personality appears when green eye is used. second personality is cocky, hateful and shows emotion.

Equipment & Abilities
Holds two interdimensional storage pods in pockets. He stores all of his explosives and ammunition in the storage pods and can quickly pull out what he needs. The pods only open to Kyle's hands.
Carries an armor piercing rifle, shoots armor piercing bullets. Bayonet attached.
Wears a metal vest called the MechAr, it was built himself. Connects to central nervous system, unfolds around body to enhance all abilities. Equipped with swords.
Has the Upsilon Brain Implant, A special Implant which allows Kyle to use the Sound element as a weapon.
Can fire sonic pulses from hands and feet, swings arms to fire sound waves which can slice through metal, can also throw balls of sound which explode to make sonic booms.
Kyle can go into "Element Mode" when he gets too stressed. This gives him immense power over Sound where there are constant pulses through his body which acts as a shield and enables him to literally shape sound into items and enhances his abilities A LOT. With element mode, he can shatter basically any material by causing the molecules to vibrate and break down with sound.
Kyle contains a Dark Matter Explosive, implanted into his body. It has enough power in it to blow a hole into a planet. Or maybe blow up a medium sized moon. The explosive is designed to detonate if his MechAr is removed from his body. It will also detonate if people attempt to disarm the explosive or if Kyle is killed. Either way, people cannot remove his MechAr or kill him or disarm the bomb without destroying a massive area, including themselves.

Historical Background
Ever since Kyle was born, he was tested on by the Illuminati to create super soldiers.
The UBI they implanted into his brain gave him his sound abilities, other tests gave him a split personality and removed his need to sleep.
When he was released as a failed experiment, his parents where shortly executed for being terrorists. This caused Kyle to continue their work as a terrorist.
He became labelled as the most dangerous human alive at the age of 17.

So begins...

Kyle McLoughton's Story

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It was night, the governmental meeting as at its midpoint. Governors from all across Terra gathered to argue about laws and permissions to better the planet.
"These guys are pathetic," The quiet words of Kyle McLoughton leaves the mouth of a strange character crouched on a supporting beam above the meeting.
Kyle stands, his suit makes no noise and his rifle strapped to his back remains silent. His hands are stuffed in his pockets as he walks across the beam.
"At least I can make this more fun." He whispers to himself as the noise of a button being pressed escapes his pocket.
A few seconds later, an explosion occurs. Then another, and another. Kyle had rigged the whole building with explosives with the goal to destroy the building that the meeting was being held in.

As the building burns, sirens sound around the area as firefighters come to the scene. Kyle casually walks away from the collapsing, burning building. His hands in his pockets. His face shows no emotion as he wonders off into the dark streets of Wing City.

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(Kyle heads off to Wing City Town Square)

The setting changes from wing-city to Wing City Town Square

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Kyle wonders into the Town Square. The usual place he goes to kill some time. As he walks through the square, he notices two people talking about something. One of which places a gun into her bag. "If only I could hide my gun that easily" Kyle thinks to himself, acknowledging the large rifle he carries around strapped to his back. It doesn't matter, a lot of stuff happens in Wing City. The female was probably threatening that guy. Kyle doesn't really care about things that happen around him, he just notices and keeps in the back of his mind. Just in case things happen and it can be used as a tactical advantage.

More sirens sound as firefighters and the police drive through the city to the building Kyle blew up. The light of the fire is still visible, even under the cloud of smoke and the distance it is from the square. "Maybe i should've been more subtle when blowing up government meetings..." Kyle thinks, he won't change how he goes through his terrorism. It was just a though of regret everyone gets.

Kyle walks to a bench, not far from the couple he noticed. He sits down on the bench, removing his rifle as he does. Otherwise he won't be able to sit, the gun is simply too big. He places the rifle next to him, leaning against the bench. At first he attempts to think about things but he is too intrigued in the couple in front of him, so he decides to watch their actions. Taking into account everything that happens.

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Character Portrait: Kyle Macintosh Character Portrait: Lyna Trinity Mist Character Portrait: Kyle McLoughton

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"Aw shit no," Kyle answered with a smirk. One of his hands dropped down to the side, open-palmed to the air with a small glow coming from the node there. "Not setting you up. Just statin' that I can always get more gun if I need to outgun." A white glow appeared, warping and changing shape until it became a close replica to her USP. But he heard the sirens and tilted his head down, then shrugged. "Yeah, but we like, shouldn't kill people when cops are around and shit. They might blame us for whatever that smoke is in the distance. And I'm not a terrorist, just a gun." He used the gun to scratch his nose (just showing how poor his gun control was) and looking off to the side.

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Kyle sits, surprised at what he just saw. That is an amazing power, better than his sound manipulation.
Then he remembers, he rigged a fire truck with explosives. Kyle activates the eyepiece hidden under his hair, small pipes unfounded in front of his uncovered eye and a blue screen appears.
After a bit of scanning, Kyle realised that the fire truck is already at the burning building. "More fun" He speaks to himself, a sound of a button press escapes Kyles pocket. Causing a series of small explosions follows by one massive one. A piece of the fire truck is made visible from the town square as it is thrown into the air.

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"It's boring here, I think i'll go for a drink..." Kyle speaks to himself with a sigh. Plus he wants to get away from all this trouble he has caused. Just in case.

He stands up, grabs his rifle and places the strap over one shoulder and under the other arm. He then walks off towards The Penance Tavern.

The setting changes from wing-city-town-square to The Penance Tavern

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The door opens to show Kyle standing at the doorway. His hands stuffed in his pockets and his body slightly slouched. Most people at the bar immediately recognize the stance of the man, its the rifle, hair and suit which gives the man away. The people who recognize him quieten down slightly, they constantly watch him from the corner of their eyes as he slowly walks towards the bar. He gazes around the place with his half closed, bored looking eye. Some people begin sharing small tales about the man who just walked in, others tell them to be quiet.

Once Kyle reaches the bar he sits on one of the bar stools. The barman approaches him, being very careful with his words. "Uh. What will it be?" He stutters as he speaks.
"Any cider will do." Kyle replies in his mono tonal voice. The barman quickly fills a glass with the first cider he grabs and places it in front of Kyle. "That'll be 10," He charges. Kyle slowly pulls his hand out of his pocket and places the money on the bar. Allowing the barman to take it and then zoom off.

More sirens sound as more police and firefighters drive after the burning building, maybe he shouldn't have blown up the firetruck as well as the government meeting. Like he cares. He simply drinks and rests his head on his hand, thinking about what to do next.

(See the main wing city posts about the exploded building.)

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Character Portrait: Tafari Silva Character Portrait: Kyle McLoughton

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Someone would have to have super extrasensory senses to hear the sirens from within the Penance Tavern. It was underground, after all. In the Undermarket. No one would even have figured it out- not easily, anyway- that there was mischief brewing above. Small tremors and explosions were an everyday thing in Wing City. Everyone was used to violence.

Looking up to the bartender, which appeared only as a pair of glowing hands, Tafari, a dark-skinned man clad in a baggy grey hoodie, pants, and boots, grinned and waved for another drink. "Is one out-of-the-way place, but lawds, di Six would agree di drinks are worth it." He laughed, sliding credits over the counter. The man was foreign- his accented words were a clear sign of this. Hard consonants, s's coming out like z's, certain th's running into d's, and the vowels sharp as glass. His deep, rumbling baritone of a voice made it somewhat smoother, at least.

Hearing the doors open, Tafari looked over his shoulder at the kid. He mused, scratching the sparse stubble on his chin. "Likkle young, you think? Comin' into a place like dis." His foot leaned against the large bone staff that rested against the counter beside him. It was intricately detailed and seemed hand carved. Upon it depicted multiple scenes from the holy parchments that Tafari's people held sacred. Six different gods, all with radically different forms, decorated each tip of the staff.

"What is di drinkin' age here?" Tafari wondered aloud. "You don't even get carded. Haha."

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Character Portrait: Tafari Silva Character Portrait: Kyle McLoughton

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Kyle ignores the mans remarks and continues drinking. This guy isn't worth wasting energy on, it's best to allow the tourist to enjoy his drink.

People around the bar mutter to eachother, seeming to be surprised that Kyle gave no reaction.

Kyle pulls the strap connected to his rifle over his head and leans it against the bar counter. Just in case this guy annoys him.

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Character Portrait: Lake One Character Portrait: Tafari Silva Character Portrait: Kyle McLoughton

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#, as written by Princess Awinita
There was always a thick foglike mist that floated over the waterways and up near sewer line vents that filled the Undermarket. It made things quite seedy, and yet, added a flare to the places down below. It was rare to find such places as fine establishments. Not many that were wise went to such seedy locales unless in dire need to do so. But sometimes, certain people just needed a drink. And with recent happenings. This was the place to do it. She did not care of the stink that permenated the Undermarket. Nor did she care too much of those that resided there and the dealings they did.

The woman entered. The door parted as she neared it, allowing her to easily enter the opening. She took a brief look around, the pair of sickly green hands behind the bar serving drinks. A kid with a rifle. And a man with a staff, Rather interesting. Rather interesting. The woman smiled behind her viel that hid her face from view. A pair of hazel brown eyes stared out at everything. Committing it all to memory. She stood in the doorframe, her slender form covered from head to foot in various layers of red cloth, belted at the waist with a long swath of the same red cloth. Everything about the woman screamed deadly.

The woman herself was armed with a varity of weapons, two of which were easily seen. A blood red rifle was slung across her back. A pistol was at her left hip. Along with a strange glasslike item on her right hip. She seemed slightly bored, yet ready for anything to occur. Yet her demanor gave off the look and feel of someone recently off from a rather alarming fight. Yet she appeared neat and trim. Ready for the day as if she just woke.

The woman ignored the growing murmer of those within the tavern. Focused instead on getting as much hard rum as she could possibly get. Thanks to her recent deal, she had good amount of coin to pay it off. Working with the police, yet not offically a policeman or even soldier of various groups, gave quite a bit of coin, and leeway to do her own thing when she had to do so.

She went straight to the bar and sat one stool over from the kid, and five over from the other man. Not bothering to remove her blood red rifle from its place on her back, she did however set the strange glasslike item on the bar top. She tapped the bar top twice and asked for the hardest rum the place had.

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Character Portrait: Lake One Character Portrait: Tafari Silva Character Portrait: Kyle McLoughton

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Tafari rolled the liquid around in his glass, staring at the kid with a lightly addled expression. He gave a light, awkward shrug. "Well, arrite, if is so yuh gwaan..." He brought the short glass up to his lips, but right as the liquid rushed up to his open mouth, he turned his attention to the door, which opened again.

Needless to say, Tafari's eyes lingered for a while, but not for a dangerously long time. He gave the woman a friendly smile, a wave, a nod, and turned his attention to the wall over the counter. That woman was stacked with weapons. That was frightening. She also had a veil over her face. That was incredibly attractive in a rather mysterious fashion, however at the same time it was... concerning.

The foreign man rolled the liquid in his glass around again. Around and around and around. It was an attempt to put himself at ease. He let his mind wander to the couple in the bar, the blonde woman and the Japanese man that were speaking to one another, and also the one man they were speaking of, the tough-looking guy. They were the most prominent. The Japanese dude had a sword, and the blonde chick had pink gems in her skin. The tough guy had a mechanical arm!

"Rasma..." he breathed, calling on the name of the Third God. He cleared his throat loudly. Well, he wasn't exactly afraid, he just had to remember where he was. He looked toward the woman in red, since the kid wasn't going to speak. "So...how's the weather up there?"

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Character Portrait: Lake One Character Portrait: Tafari Silva Character Portrait: Kyle McLoughton

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Kyle glances over to the foreign guy, a bit annoyed with his accent. What the hell did he just say? And now that woman, why so close? He cant stand this, why is he so antisocial. But, if he moves then it will seem like he is scared. Things are so damn annoying.

He finishes his drink and places the same amount of money he paid before on the counter, "I'll have another," He speaks to the hands who is cleaning the glass. The hands reacts by placing the glass on the counter and takes Kyle's glass. They fill the glass with the same drink and places it back in front of Kyle while taking the money.

Maybe hes scared of social interaction because the things he does to have fun give such an impact on everyone else that they avoid him. Kyle hasn't held a full conversation with anyone for years, so he is always mono tonal and he seems angry when he attempts to speak. Of course, he is angry with himself for causing this problem in the first place.

Kyle gets an idea. He grabs his rifle, the armor piercing rifle with bayonet is so big. If Kyle were to stand next to his rifle, it would just about be the same size as him. Including the bayonet of course, as a note Kyle's height is 5'10".
He places the rifle on the other side of him, attempting to use it as a barrier. It kind of works, his heartbeat lowers and he gives off a sigh of relief


(Sorry i didn't read the description. So i pulled a retard, edited this to match it now.)

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Character Portrait: Lake One Character Portrait: Tafari Silva Character Portrait: Kyle McLoughton

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#, as written by Princess Awinita
As her drink arrived out of the corner of her eye she spotted movement. Apparently the kid was concerned enough to place his weapon between her and himself. Rather odd. But then she paid it no heed. The other man, further down, she barely glanced to. But she did acknowledge him with a simple nod. Without a word she removed her veil in order to drink what she had requested.

Not that it mattered to her. Hazel eyes without appearing as doing so glanced ever so briefly towards the weapon. Anti-infantry weapon. With a blade. Great. Some kid with an apparently powerful weapon was in the bar. But then, she herself could stand her ground rather well given what she was. She made another order, this one for some roast beef. She heard the tone the kid used making a request for another round of drink.

She also heard the other mans voice and tone. "Dry. Raining building in many places." She replied, a calculating tone. Cold, calculating. Methodical. Dangerous. Was her tone. almost as if it were half dead. She herself had recently had a brief spat of Strep Throat. Hence the dead sounding voice and tone. She seemed slightly bored however with the kids show of force. But since the weapon was not aimed towards her. That made it slightly better.

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Character Portrait: Lake One Character Portrait: Zacariah Grimm Character Portrait: Tafari Silva Character Portrait: Kyle McLoughton

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Rather than by door, a rent opened in the air near the back of the room, drawing more than a few glances from the regulars of the Penance. Stumbling out with a snarl was definitely a rather odd looking individual. His bared torso and arms were clearly just ropes of hardened muscles, liberally marred by scars, his hair a gray at the roots that faded further to white. Chain mail covered his stomach and elbows his forearms encased in menacing gauntlets. Billowing pants adorned him, scorched in places, while the air reeked of brimstone around him. A clawed talon reached through the portal, and with a snarl the newcomer slammed a mailed fist back through where it impacted something, the two limbs reaching across the hellgate retracting in time for it to snap shut.

"Well, so much for that brilliant idea." Muttering as he dusted ash off, he turned and flipped the eyepatch he wore over his left eye, the faintest hint of lambent, inhuman features evident around the socket before it was cut off from sight. His hands searched in vain for a scarf that was no longer there, and he cursed as he glanced to were he'd come from.

With a heavy sigh, Zacariah Grimm turned towards the bar. "Molk, throw me a whiskey. It's been a long fucking month." Emerald hand glimmering into view, the wraith tossed a fifth of strong drink to the man, resuming his duties as the Judicar grabbed the bottle, flipped the lid, and downed a quarter of it before lowering the bottle. Casting a glance around the room, he barked at the stares he was getting.

"And what are you lot gaping at? Ain't used to the crazy this place gets yet?"

A lot of eyes went back to their tables, and behind the counter, one could almost swear the wraith, Molk, sighed.

The setting changes from the-penance-tavern to Wing City Town Square

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Character Portrait: Kyle Macintosh Character Portrait: Lyna Trinity Mist Character Portrait: Kyle McLoughton

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Lyna looks to the replica of her USP with a smile. "Fancy lil' trick there." She watches the man with the rifle with her peripheral vision. "Looks like we've become an intriguing pair to watch." She closes her eyes and sighs. Having just heard an explosion and smelling smoke, she couldn't help but wonder if the strange man had anything to do with whatever was on fire. She could careless what the man did considering it had nothing to do with her. She turned her attention back to her companion before her, keeping her guard up in case the man decided to pull a stupid move and head for them with police near by. "I agree, they do tend to be party crashers don't they?" She said mockingly as she heard sirens from another fire truck head towards the pillar of smoke. Her attention jerked to the fire truck piece flying in the air for a moment, just long enough to ensure she was in no danger of it coming this way. " I agree and seems some one has indeed made one hell of a firework show. A bit sloppy, don't you agree? I never accused you of being a terrorist, that's not my style either. Just a girl with a gun who loves to play gunslinger is all." She smiles softly to him. "I am honestly relieved though that you are not like the rest of the fools." She smiled to him with a slight flirtatious look in her eyes. "I always was a sucker for a man with a guy. So how does up and coming talent try out for this talent show of yours?" She inquired stepping closer to him so she could keep a closer eye on the other man easier without being obvious. After a few she was relieved to see him leave, something about him just didn't feel right. "So what you say to finding some other place away from all the fireworks and party crashers to have a drink and chat about this talent becoming a real piece of work?" Her voice was playful, but was trying to hide some of her determination and eagerness, probably not to much avail for a veteran assassin who can pick up on small behaviors and such from experiencing them.

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Character Portrait: Lake One Character Portrait: Zacariah Grimm Character Portrait: Tafari Silva Character Portrait: Kyle McLoughton

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Kyle blows air out of his mouth as if he was laughing at the man who appeared. "If he decides to come here ill be off home" Kyle speaks with a sigh to himself. He is used to people moving away from him, not sitting near him. His social anxiety is going crazy.

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Character Portrait: Lake One Character Portrait: Zacariah Grimm Character Portrait: Tafari Silva Character Portrait: Kyle McLoughton

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Tafari frowned. "Raining building?" he asked. There had been a small tremor earlier. Raining building... a monster? An explosion? "Sounds rather... exciting," he muttered.

Once the next person entered, and not through the door this time, Tafari was somewhat surprised. He did stare at Zacariah Grimm, but not in fear. He found, looking around, that though he felt misplaced, even uncomfortable, that fear was not a prominent emotion that he held. He had his staff, and he was a skilled, strong fighter. He could depend on those to get him out of a tiff. If they did not, he could only hope that Sanyu would recover his bones.

He did have to chuckle at the kid, seemingly more worried about the woman in the vale than the slightly rougher, if sloppy Tafari. He smiled, but it was a small smile. The kid changed his attention to the behemoth of a man that was Grimm. In fact, most of the attention was directed to him.

"It happens, but not every day, breddah," Tafari told Grimm.

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Character Portrait: Lake One Character Portrait: Zacariah Grimm Character Portrait: Tafari Silva Character Portrait: Kyle McLoughton

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Well most of the eyes were drawn to the new arrival. Some eyes were focused elsewhere, in this case, on their meal. The woman in red had not eaten a full meal in almost two months. Mostly snacks and small portions of certain items. To the mans tone of excitement she snerked slightly, "No. More like, annoying." She replied. For once Lake was not exactly in a bad mood, more like in a let me eat before I kill something kind of mood.

The woman however raised an eyebrow at the voice of the kid, she could tell he was used to being left alone. She could also tell the boy was paranoid, if not dangerous. More like scared of other people, which she found strange. She was on her own time, on a hunt for someone rather nasty as it was already. She was merely killing time as it was with a meal. After all, for all she knew that wetwork agent was going to become tablescraps soon enough.

As she ate the woman gave off a strange aura, a very strange aura. One of, let me eat. Or something like it. On the outside she appeared to be a frail thin woman of good strength and hight. One with that kind of weapon on her needed good strength to handle it with out much trouble. However she seemed ready to take on the world. But first, she seemed more focused on taking down her meal

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Sniffing the air, Zach sneered as he took in the three irregulars. The kid smelled of chemical explosives, the male of bones and death, and the woman of just sheer crazy. He should have figured Jegun's little business catered to the wierdos, but to actually be in it when they came around?

"Tiamat's balls on an anvil." The brute uttered the oath and shook his head, grabbing a nearby chair and dropping into it at a table. Taking a slug of his whiskey, he slapped the bottle on the wooden surface hard enough to mimic a gunshot that cracked throughout the room, the ghost of a smirk on his face hinting he did it for the shits and giggles of screwing with at least two of them.

There was certainly an arrogant air about the new arrival that practically seethed from him in waves, from the condenscension in his lone visible eye to the almost hostile aura about his posture. As if he were staring at offending insects before he swatted them.

"Tholk, what the hell man? Where the hell's Jegun at?" The other wraith in the room was made known as crimson hands appeared, making the gesture of a shrug.

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Character Portrait: Lake One Character Portrait: Zacariah Grimm Character Portrait: Tafari Silva Character Portrait: Kyle McLoughton

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Kyle ordered another drink. He started to get a little irritated at the foreigner, and the woman is quite amusing, some kind of food addict?

Kyle raised the cup to consume his drink, as soon as the liquid reaches his lips, he hears a bang. The bang ringed in his ears, his sensitive hearing does have its downfalls. But as he read the sound waves sub consciously, he knew it was a bottle on wood. The waves were close to gunshots, but they weren't it.

Lowering his drink, Kyle bends forward while holding his ears. He lets off a tiny groan, but snapped out of it when he hears the sound of several items hitting the floor near him. He looks and sees many finger sized devices, all of which had one button covered with a plastic cover. He quickly jumps off his stool and grabs all of the devices in a hurry, annoyed with his clumsy action. As he stand he bangs his head on the stool.

That's it. He had enough.

Kyle had anger he had to drain out. He quickly turns, with his rifle in his hands. He was so fast no one could see him grab the rifle and turn. He points it at a random person, who shakes in fear and begs the terrorist to not shoot. But it didn't matter, Kyle pulled the trigger. Letting off a loud bang, the armour piercing bullet pierces straight through the person's head and zooms into the floor. The person drops, blood gushing out of the hole which stretches from his forehead to the back of his head.

With that, Kyle places the rife exactly as it was before and sits back down.

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Character Portrait: Lake One Character Portrait: Zacariah Grimm Character Portrait: Tafari Silva Character Portrait: Kyle McLoughton

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As soon as the kid took up his rifle, Tafari reached for his staff, holding it firmly in one hand. If any person in the bar could feel a flux of energies, they would detect a powerful electric link snap between Tafari and the staff upon contact. He slipped from his seat, holding the weapon out in front of him. He was a bit sour about it all; he had come here for a drink, a laugh, a talk, but not a fight. Especially not a murder.

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Character Portrait: Lake One Character Portrait: Zacariah Grimm Character Portrait: Tafari Silva Character Portrait: Kyle McLoughton

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Kyle noticed the foreigner's reaction, but he decided to ignore it. People are used to it here, they may be shocked at their friend being shot. But because they value their lives, they don't confront Kyle about it. Even the crimson hands ignore Kyle's actions, it happens too often here. And if they do appear near Kyle to throw him out, he will politely ask them not to and he will leave the place, only to come back another day.

The tourist seems serious, Kyle cant help but blow air out of his mouth to symbolize laughter. Since he can't express his emotions himself. "Don't bother, tourist, I just lost my temper." Kyle speaks in a mono tonal voice. A blue glow begins to show from under his clothes, stretching from his neck down, in the same place as his spine. He is prepared for the guy to lash out, and it is a good idea to be cautious since that staff is his only weapon and it seems to hold some neat tricks. Normally, when a guy confronts Kyle with a gun or a blade, he wouldn't even bother activating his MechAr. Simple sonic pulses and agile movements will kill them. But this guy, he doesn't seem like he will go down easily.

Kyle activates his eyepiece, a thin metal tube appears from under his hair next to his right, shown eye. It folds a few centimeters in front of his eye and a blue screen appears in the rectangular area, covering his eye, but it is transparent enough to allow him to see through it. With this, he begins looking through his explosive locations, figuring out a way to use the area and the bomb locations to use to his advantage in case the tourist attacks. He plans every move in his head as detailed as possible, leading to how to get away if things get bad. And how to fight in close range.

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Character Portrait: Lake One Character Portrait: Zacariah Grimm Character Portrait: Tafari Silva Character Portrait: Kyle McLoughton

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While Kyle was looking away, an object had move silently into position just behind his head. Glimmering green hands...and a trumpet-like barrel that was larger than the kid's head. Unlike some of the troublemakers, this one had just committed murder inside of the Penance's walls, and there was no excuse for that. Trigger was pulled.

A burst of darkly radiant hellfire ripped out of the hellfire blunderbuss in Molk's hands at a range of less than five inches. The weapon itself packed enough punch to knock archfiends off their feet, much less be used to shoot a murdering kid in the back of the head, yet the blast was full strength. Unless Kyle had some form of extremely high level defensive wards or a far more advanced personal shield, there was exactly .131 of a second to evade before his head would literally be seared off.

Zach, for his part, had gone from arrogant ass to cold as soon as the rifle shot was heard. Fingers seemed to be developing into claws, almost a scale-like texture coming to his body. If Molk and his gun didn't kill the kid, he was going to.

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Character Portrait: Lake One Character Portrait: Zacariah Grimm Character Portrait: Tafari Silva Character Portrait: Kyle McLoughton

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Kyle heard something behind him, the sound waves are unnaturally small. He processes everything around in an amazing speed. Using the sound waves given off by other people, he uses a sort of echo location to figure out what was behind him. Then he could react.

Moving at the speed of sound Kyle attempts to move out of the way, he manages to dodge the shot with the hellfire simply millimeters from his head. It's a good thing he booted up his MechAr.

His top clothing rips off as metal piping unfolds from the metal vest on his body. The piping forms a sort of support around his arms and legs. Once the pipes are in place, strips of metal begin piecing off of the main vest which seems to be made up of several layers. The metal connects itself to the piping and covers Kyle's whole body until his head remains. Then from the back of his neck, metal plating unfolds around his head and seals itself. A slit is left for his eyes, but they are soon covered by holographic targeting systems. Kyle has now shown his MechAr.

Reacting to Kyle's armor, people begin to panic and run out of the tavern or hide in far corners of the room. They have seen what happens before.

Moving at the speed of sound, Kyle picks up his rifle and jumps back from the pair of hands. He holds the rifle to his left arm, wires and metal piping stretches out from the armor and connects to the rifle, pulling it onto Kyle's arm to be used with his hands still free.

"I would have left if you asked me to." Kyle speaks to the hands.

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Character Portrait: Lake One Character Portrait: Zacariah Grimm Character Portrait: Tafari Silva Character Portrait: Kyle McLoughton

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As soon as the gunshot went off the woman in red growled an angered growl. Moving away from her meal, the strange ringlike glasslike item sprang to life. With a snap-hiss the identity disc came to life. Then split apart. One for each hand. All of it in the span of a single heartbeat. A skintight, blood red jumpsuit matrialised on the woman as she held the strange discs in both hands. Lines of pale red appeared across her clothing as she spoke towards the kid. "There was no need, for you to fire your weapon." She hissed.

She made note that only a scant few people reacted to the kids movement. A smirk appeared on her face. Not thel east bit fazed by the childs antics. Like the other man who had firstspoken to her, she had come there for a drink and a meal, not death. To Tafari she hissed "Check him." She jerked her head to the injured man. The bullet had struck what was actually a campire, sure it blew his brains out. but the guy was far from dead.

The woman ignored something then, something apparently important as she struck out at the boy. Fast Seemingly disappearing from sight she slammed both the identity discs into him when she reappeared. Aiming to disarm the boy as quickly as possible. One disc aimed at his throat, the other, aimed at his rifle on his arm. Should the boy fire, Lake could easily brush it off she had taken worse. Much worse, then a AP round.

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