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Posted by NPC on Oct 29, 2021 0:49:18 GMT -6
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Aug 22, 2023 11:29:36 GMT -6
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There is a momentary disruption of service. No matter what you are watching, an action-packed movie, a steamy love scene, or a pair of reality stars mocking poor people in a Floor-Store, there is a moment there the screen on your television turns black. Suddenly there is a logo of a spinning, wireframe globe and the words “BREAKING NEWS” emblazons itself across the surface. The camera zooms in on a single figure behind the desk. That of the always classy and marketably appealing face of New York news anchor, Deborah Dancer. ”Good evening,” she says with a sharp, professional smile. ”This is Deborah Dancer with a breaking news story. Police have confirmed a string of unusual mutant deaths occurring throughout the city. Unusual, even, for New York." Being a news anchor in this city could leave you jaded, but some news stories still carried weight. "Causes of death have been inconsistent, ranging from immolation, cold exposure, electric shock, and blunt force trauma. Police are reporting that, beyond all being mutants, the victims appear to be from various backgrounds and walks of life. It appears this was the MO behind these attacks, but police are still investigating the party responsible. They advise caution for mutant citizens in the city at night until the group responsible has been apprehended, and we are sharing a tip line number on the screen. If you have any information that could help shed light on what appears to be an organized group of serial killers, please call and help make this city safe."
Constantinos Dougenis threw his phone at a brick wall. It was a pay-as-you-go burner phone, but it did connect to the Wi-Fi of the coffee shop on the other side of the bricks. "Make this city safe?" Laughable. He was the one making the city safe. He was The Cataclysm; a reckoning of nature's wrath. The other Supremes had their own ways of Cult outreach, recruiting followers and appealing to fearful people or people searching for belonging. Dino was a firm believer that action was the only way to send a message, and his actions would stir the people he resonated with: the angry people. "Excuse me, sir." Dino looked up and grinned. Diana Dresden cut through this alley on her way home from her programming job because it saved her eight minutes of walking around the buildings. It was the perfect place to wait for the owner of a mutant-activism website. "I'm not looking for your excuses, abomination." He opened his hand, touching the tip of his ring finger to his palm. The ink of his tattoo drained from the finger, leaving it the only unmarked digit on the hand. The spell formed, creating a wispy ball of black smoke hovering in his hand. He could smell the scent of rot coming from this decay energy. It was done quick, but it was not silent. The spell withered her throat and chest, but not before she shouted out. Her form was limp on the ground with her upper body cracking and turning dark as her flesh and muscles decayed. Constantinos flipped up his scarlet red hood and used another of the spells tattooed on his fingers to summon a gale of wind to carry him up to a nearby roof. It was too early for him to make a public appearance yet.
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