A Greater GAME
Prologue: True VILLAINY
YEAR: 13.T
TIME: 02:34
LOCATION: City 4 Lugan; Meiz port town; resedential district (abandoned)
A southern wind blew in, it came rising off the waves, coursing through the cities' narrow streets rushing like a river, a torent, violent gusts grasping at the hems of coats and flinging back unkempt hair. Lugan was quiet the small city lying at the eastern most edge of Colabria, such gusts and squalls were nothing new; this night would be the same as any other, but whether the city knew it or not, something was about to be set in motion which could not be undone. The steady sound of steel crashing against the tarmac road cut through the howling of the wind the sea breeze begin to fall into submition moonlight shattering on the waves, bouncing off to skirt and skit over the shoreline, mingling with the lights of the city not to far off in the distance. The city choked out the stars bright lights spreading out their ambiance in all directions spilling upwards intot he night turning the black to a sickly neon purple. The Casadian sea rose up against the nearby docks; setting the seagulls to screeching as the grinding of iron dragged on... It seemed the time had come.
Her foot came down hard upon the pavement, sparks flying up from the steel souls of her boot, stopping her in her tracks breath heavy in her lugs, the blood rushing through her head and storming in her ears. She thrust her hands dowb deep into her pockets to ward off the chill; a vagually military cap pulled down tight over her head . She reached up fingers tracing the visor a stiff breeze breaking against her back as a faint smile turned up her rosy leps from which soft sigh escaped. A moment later she turned on her heel, her boots grinding down into the stone flags of the wharf to face the endless rows of darkened houses clustered and scattered across the port seperated by warehouses, high fences and broken walls. The streets were empty now, the lampposts dead; there was no reason to supply power to a place where no one lived, or at least where they weren't supposed to live; it only made sense. She didn't want to see it anyway, some things were better left unsaid, unseen; and burried in the dark.
She let out a gentle laugh, which slowly rose carrying with it a touch of madness and a hint of despair. Silence followed as she shuffled about within her oversized trenchcoat a dull clack breaking the quiet as she brought her sword down into the tarmac road, pulling the weapon from where it hung at her hip sheath and all; a spider webs of cracks flung out from her blow. From the blade a pale light burst forwards spilling from the sheat a network of cracks coursing through the stone "you know this place really was a lovely little town." She sighed laughed to the wind and the sea and the shadows, silvered hair flung about in a sudden gust the ocean roaring at her words. "I was born here, well not born but you know what I mean, I lived in one of these houses though I can't remember which one anymore, It's been ten years so I guess that's not too surprising. I was fifteen when it happened, I had friends here, a fiancee too; I had a job at a local shipwrights, and earnt next to nothing for my work. I'm first to admit that we didn't have much, no one here in Meiz did despite all the traffic and the trade, most people struggled just to make ends meet. But that just made it worse; 'cause when you have so little, you hold on tight to what's important it gives you perspective let's you see things clearly..." A silence reverberated through the world, the young woman reaching up to wipe her face with a thick sleeve her throat choked as she glared out towards the shadows of the buildings and the people waiting within "It's obvious now you never planned on saving us, you never gave a damn about us; and you still call yourselves Heroes!"
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The Woman screamed lifting her sword to oher shoulder swinging the weapon around overhead, a seering light escaping from her scabbard a horrendous wailing splitting the air, as a lash of wind struck the nearby builds, spreading cracks cutting a deep gash into the wooden walls, bowling over street lights and causing the shadows themselves to shake. The woman breathed heavy slowly closing her eyes and straightening her back. She had to remember, what he'd looked like; how he'd stood, how he'd smiled and how he'd fought on knowing full well what awaited him. It was unslightly; she needed to be more composed than this, this had been her home once, a perfect place to make her final stand.
"My name is is Luscha Walde and I am a villain; the last true villain any of you heroes will ever face. Now quit hiding in the shadows, you're heroes for goodness sake, at least try to act the part! Of course a word of warning the second you do I'll kill you." This was it; there would be no bargaining, no negotiating, no backing down; not now. This time they'd gone too far and now; now it was her turn to make sure they could never go back.
A sharp whistle pierced the air and split the night.
Luscha moved slamming the end of her blade down into the tarmac once more, a pool of light flooding into existence around her; a fierce gale rising upwards knocking aside the incoming bullet, spouts of water shooting upwards from the bay. Luscha sighed glancing up towards the distant city.
"You're just as perceptive as ever it seems." a smoothe voice trailed off, a mass of figures detaching from the shadows stepping out into the moonlight dressed in bright colours and vibrant armour, one man leading the charge, a wide red cape tied about his neck, streaks of white coursing over the heavy cloak fluttering behind him, revealing rough leather armour died a matching shed of crimson and grey iron gauntlets about which bloody lightning arced.
"Pulse? I have no idea what your guild is thinking sending out a piece of D-ranked trash but I can promise you and the rest of you fodder that you will not be leaving here alive tonight." Luscha grinned, tightening her grip around her blade slowly drawing it from its' sheath, the blade quivering as she removed it from its' scabbard; her gaze remaining steady as the man before her offered up a gentle smile.
"A-Class Villain Crisis; for crimes to numerable to list most notable of which are murder terrorism and the dissolution of the fifteen cities alliance a warrant for your arrent has been issued - drop the weapon lie down on the ground with your hands behind your head or we will resort to using force to detain you." Luscha sighed tilting back her head a violent wind pulling at her as she tossed aside her coat, a cruel chill biting at her exposed arms her hair spilling backwards in swathes of silver, chestnut skin caught within the light; her sheath clasped in one hand her sword in the other a strange sense of calm pervading her body, as she glared down upon the foe before her. A smile slowly creept its' way across her face revealing two rows of viscious pointed teeth glistening in the moonlight as a crooked laugh escaped her lips.
"Ah still trying to play house are we? I'd thought you'd grown up by now Will. Well if you think any amount of force is enough to bring me down then come and try me!"