∮ The Underground ∮ (CVnU Team & Location thread)

That should be interestingly badass

@quintus_knightfall: I am glad one of us has their hopes up about the post lol

@quintus_knightfall@ashley_knightfall:

Knightfall Museum;
Midnight.

Thus far Gothic City proved a worthy challenge for me. A complex habitat composed of both the old and the new, the broken and the fixed. In no other city could I find such a diversity of obstacles, buildings to climb and sights to behold. It also helps that the weathered architecture provides easy grappling points.

Apropos: Thanks to the protruding ledges and seperated sgrafitto that covers the whole of this almost ancient building, this shrine to fallen heroes, I ascend to it's spacious roof with unparalleled ease and grace. But as I do, I feel the history embedded deep within it's facade, seeping over my finger tips. Every nook and cranny that I grasped unraveled more of the story, one of betrayal and abandonment. Of hope and a knight's downfall. Remorse incarnate.

I take a breather after scaling the old structure. Take a moment to take it all in and look around Gothic City. No city has made me feel like this, this feeling of...anxiety and depression that began to take roots within my heart. I need to escape. Move. So I do.

But all it takes is a wrong step. In moments I covered half of the rooftop and felt it responding to my every step. Fighting against me like a virus. Suddenly I hear it, the sound of bristle wood under my foot. Too late now, too late to reevaluate my path. The roof breaks and swallows me whole before I can even utter "Mon dieu.". I spin in mid air uncontrollably, the most frightening vision coming closer and closer: floor. Luckily, it doesn't hold. I smash through it.

Finally at the end of my journey, lying covered in debris that came down with me. At first adrenaline soothes the pain, the weight of the remains that covered my chest. Feeling helpless, cold, hurt and alone...

First falls are always the hardest.

77 is a badass

@nemesis_liafador: Team 77! Yay!

@strigidae_77: That was a really fun read, man.

@la_espada: Thanks, man :D

@quintus_knightfall: Will have something up tonight and that means tonight lol. Got my day off today and lil demon (I know that's karma) goes to bed in few hours

@strigidae_77: (If you dont want Q knowing his identity jus say the word and I'll edit accordingly.)

A low hum proceeded the bright illumination of the K-avern coming to life. With the unexpected arrival of the parkour phenom, the Knightfall's integrated, and rather rudimentary, A.I. began assessing the potential threat level contained within the impromptu intrusion. However the system's patch-work construction was far from complete, thus allowing the free-runner an unimpeded glimpse inside the mercurial cave.

Life size glass capsules housed a series of past, present, and future Knightfall battle attire, ranging from contemporary fabrics to more elaborate feats of engineering genius. Various accoutrements from the Noir Rose's exploits were ascetically placed throughout the command post. Serving as a muted walk down memory lane and historic accounts. New York, the Civil War, even a holographic projection of Anthony Stark's one man stand against the League of Assassins on the White House lawn played on a continuous loop.

From beyond the darkness though the shadows had begun to shift and sway. As if they had been given life. Opal hued optics suddenly flashed open before a towering figure stepped forth. Cape firmly closed across his massive chest, cowl perfectly tailored as to mask his identity.

The air was literally saturated with tension as the Dark Arashikage purposefully remained silent. Stoically adorned with confidence, the enigmatic Knightfall unexpectedly walked past the intruder. Taking a seat behind the massive computer screen that ran the cave and its ecliptic programs. "Olivier Ishmael Sayyar, the 77th Strigidae. Free runner extraordinaire." The affirmation finally broke an eternity of silence. As well as premiering Quintus' diligent research into all things Arcani and Strigidae related. After his near fatal encounter with the Konite Cobra, the 100th Strigidae, the Dark Arashikage had painstakingly begun a campaign of informational research. Knowledge was power and when possible, Quintus preferred to be the most powerful person in the room.

@quintus_knightfall: You still remember the League Vs Stark thing! God damn. That was fun.

@pyrogram: Course. One man vs an entire team? Legendary.

@quintus_knightfall: I don't mind at all. I'm going to work him into a proper badass later, now he's just a kid who fell through your roof lol.

@quintus_knightfall: Wonder what type of man Reality-M Stark was.. Hm..

He was the World's first and most celebrated celebrity superhuman?

@quintus_knightfall: Wanna know how weird it is? Superior Stark in the comics started using a symbiote suit or something, I used that idea like 2 months before it was revealed 616 Stark had a symbiote based suit >_< Marvel jacked my idea xP

@pyrogram: LOl I've seen that happen alot on here actually. I wonder....

Them writers be creepin...

Cant seem to get started lol. Motivation lacking

Lack of caffeine headache is hitting me full force right now

@quintus_knightfall: Watching as Quintus came into view and began to spoke, Gen pulled Benji back into their mind and the two spoke. "That is not Quintus....perhaps...hmmm. I can assure you that man before us is not the Knightfall I met. He seems...well too be honest hes less of a douchebag out right. This is odd...cant you feel that?"Benji shook his head and looked back through his eyes at Quintus. "He seems normal to me, whats the problem?" Gen returned control over their body to Benji, but spoke as he did in an almost whispered tone "Dead people walk and talk different, that man is not dead nor ever has been. Stay on alert..."Returning to the now, Benji nodded as a bead of sweat fell from his brow due to his nervous nature.

As smart and almost anti-social he was prior to meeting Gen, that has changed for the most part. But being recruited by someone with the name Knightfall filled him with glee. He bowed quickly before asking "So why me?" He asked in as blunt form he could, what Gen had told him stuck. If Gen thought this was odd, then it might very well be odd. Did he know about the two of them? Or was his invitation based purely on the outage of power he gave off. Did he simply want a tank? Or was there something more going unsaid...

"Où t'es, mama? <Where are you, momma?>", I utter out confused from the fall, responding to the indiscernable voice that called out my name. It was a bitter awakening from a sweet dream, one where I don't have to run any longer. One where me and my family, my mother, no longer have to be seperated. Sitting together in our apartment debating over irrelevant topics...I would have never thought how much I would miss a good waste of time.

My eyes open, but I immediately frown out of reflex as the intense lighting hits my retina. Following moments are spent violently blinking as I try to approximate my surroundings and as I do I cannot hope but to think "Awkward." in regards to my previous statement. For I see the Man of Bats sitting at his grand machine like a paranoid god watching every corner of the world. But what was more ridiculous was the area itself, a spacious cavern.

In awe I try shrug off the debris before attempting to stand up...in pain I fall down again. This intrusion in my side, this spiking pain that appeared whenever I tried to move. Must have busted a rib or two when I fell..."Merde.". I need to go to the hospital soon, find a way out of this place even sooner.

I anxiously survey the area, my sights zooming around the cavern in hopes of finding something, a path to set me free. Or a bright green exit sign if nothing else. But I see only the light escaping from the hole in the ceiling that I created. Then in the moment of hopelessness I remember a calling, it was the man that faced me with his back.

"Hai?", where did that come from? The embarassing femine notes of my voice invoked by the gravitas of this situation? I will never know, but I am now certain that I am not good at making first impressions.

This might by one of my favorite posts of mine.

Nothing is ever gonna beat the Angelique and Cass dynamic tbh

This is one of my favorite posts that G's ever written

@nemesis_liafador: Beastly lol

@quintus_knightfall: I feel deep into the nostalgia pit...I just reread solid chunks of three RPGs

The Bronze age of CV lol

@quintus_knightfall: Did you still want Raysh being the one to have Isis be canon? I'm happy to change that out for something else if you just wanted to sweep that aside.

@nemesis_liafador: Nah its fine. I dont mind :)

@darkchild:

It was a simple question, 'why me?' "Your....alter ego is a virtual vault of experience. And if Gothic is going to be saved, I mean truly saved, then the Underground is going to need strong leadership. I wont always be here to govern the squad." Suggesting that his time would eventually be split into separate factions. "With a little training and focus I think you will one day become a captain amongst soldiers."

@quintus_knightfall:

Are you going to partake in the Asgardian War with Raysh?

@_nox_: I dont know. Been debating it for awhile now.

@quintus_knightfall:

Would you still be down to fight with Raysh?

@_nox_: Fight you? Yeah sure

@quintus_knightfall:

You don't sound too excited for it..I'm going to need to hype it up a bit. I'll get back to you in a couple of days.

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@quintus_knightfall:

Fine...I'll have something for you tomorrow, GRANDPA. We can finally close the League of Shadows saga as planned and then I'll move on to the Underground.

@_nox_: *fist pump

@quintus_knightfall:

You're going to love the OoC.

>When bae don't reply.

@_nox_: G isn't allowed to battle anyone until he replies to my interaction :P

@feral_nova: Woop, too late.

@quintus_knightfall: Barking inside there mind Gen angrily let out a loud "Knew it!!!"The internal fight for control over their body was physically visible to those who could read body language. His muscles tensed as Gen barked orders inside their merged mind "We need to either decimate this entire facility or leave. I cannot have this charlatan have even a semblance of control over me, his other self would never and neither will he. So..."Suddenly Benji took control of their mind and body, a strike of lightning filled his mind as he barked even louder than Gen himself "No! I will do as I see fit with my body, you are tagging along. And if you could exist without my body you already would have, so shut your god damn mouth!" Shaking his head slightly he looked to Quintus and smiled a nervous one, nodding slightly as he spoke "I am very pleased to know that you already know of my....predicament. Neither of us are in full control over this body, but we normally work fairly well together."

"F#ck you, you insolent little piss ant. The only reason I haven't destroyed your feeble mind is....you intrigue me. Not that I cant....I choose not to....f%cker."

Ignoring Gen for the moment, he continues to speak with Quintus. "What exactly do you know about us or even me for that matter? I tried to remain pretty unseen and unheard of up until a few days ago when our merger spiked my power levels quite substantially..."

@quintus_knightfall: I know I Suck said I'd join on first page and only now am I ready v.v

That said introductions are in order and coming soon :D after a bit o work it'll be time to introduce thy self proper

@apex_: Hewo

Now I don't feel good D:

@quintus_knightfall:

@quintus_knightfall:

If Alex was being true to herself this might be one of the worst introductions ever. When you wanted to work with someone usually you didn't break into their home. That's not how you turn in a resume that's how you get shot. However it was something she really couldn't help she lived for danger, or to be more exact the adventure to come from it all. She grew up dreaming of being like dad and exploring the world at large. To traverse the world and visit places of myth and lore, Gothic had a way of killing dreams like that however a way of sucking people into it's void and never letting go.

There was an out however, rumors of a team were getting around. Of course the focus of a team was to safeguard something but that wasn't to say it couldn't have perks. Or at the least the trouble to come from this team might fill that lack in adventure the young explorer wanted. The news did have an ocasional report of criminals being shot and malled. Theories of a pet tiger or alligator and an archer playing vigilante. Alex couldn't commit to doing such work at large however, the risk was high and her resources few. It was mostly a side job saving up money and helping when she could. To go against the crime of Gothic one had to be ready for war something Alex wasn't ready for. Hopefully this would change that.

After much searching throughout the underbelly of Gothic Alex uncovered caves. It was mostly just a hunch but she figured something would be down here. Might not even be a bat fetish vigilante maybe she'd just find a criminal element. All she knew for sure was that the caves were long and deep with plenty of room for at least someone to take refuge. And for that reason she slowly crept further inward.

It was easy first just walking along was all it took, careful steps sure but nothing strenuous. Eventually the paths started to narrow deep chasms resting below. Further in and the river and stalactites began to make the path slick slightest misstep all it'd take to be falling a long while. Even further in and she found herself trudging through water fighting the cold as she continued downward. More then once the ground was uneasy leading to a plummet downward where her climbing axe nearly failed her the window of survival a delicate thread. Moments where the flow of water brushed her over the ledge her hands hanging on with a white knuckle entensity.

After using her bow to rappell across a large gap she found herself on a ledge no more then a hands width in scale. Back so close to the wall it's crevices threatend to dig in her back and the amount of space was still minute. She could see it though architecture was closing in, modifications to stone that told of something more then just wet caves. Of course just because she was cold didn't mean a machine wouldn't find her thermal signature. A few of those close moments were loud people might have heard her. Regardless though she was getting closer to something be it just some cave dwellers or the hero she was seeking answers were just around the corner. She could be walking into a situation far out of her comfort zone but all she felt was a racing excited heart.

(Tried to imply she'd never make it in without being spotted and might not even be in the right cave. As it's your place so it ought to be your call)

Will be on all weekend. Will catch up on owed posts then :)

@quintus_knightfall:

I posted. The thread is called "A Game of Shadows".