The Outsider Part 1:
It's nothing of the sort, the chaos that is going on in London is merely the start of political instability, Parliament is asking for more policing powers to stop this terroristic threat!
His majesty will never allow himself to sign such a law that would turn Britain into a police state. He knows the history of such acts, Good King Charles did it to stop the chaos of the Early Quirk crisis.
'Good' King Charles only dissolved parliament because it was wishing to start concentration camps for those with quirks. This time, it is different. We have a mandate.
The King will not agree to any of this. All For One-
May be in prison, but his orders still are absolute. We will continue with the operations.
We can't continue with operations when there is a dammed fool as king! He is uncorrectable. He may be a figurehead, but he is still the King, and Scandal refuses to stick, no matter what we do. Every time we try to tarnish him, he only gets more popular!
We have to do another option then. The Nuclear option.
There has never been a successful assassination of a King of Britain for a very long time. And what of the Princess?
Let me handle the Princess, we will need to establish the regency, Lord Protector.
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You shook your head as you looked at the TV in the window. Parliamentary debates were once again making things very… boring again. The usual crisis was playing out. The NHS was being threatened again, social spending was being too much, the conservatives wanted the Quirk training school and the Army to get more slices of the pie, and then there was talk of the usual… Bluster.
Criminal organizations plotting to take over the world, or at very least London, there was the ongoing threat of quirk on quirk violence in the streets.
At least Knife crime had gone down again. Though that was saying nothing because now illegal guns were running on the streets.
You sighed as you started following the rats. Good ole West End was always full of them, ever since that Rat quirk bastard started his little empire, at the cost of bloody sanitation standards. Sure the local heroes were doing their best, but the Rat King was here to stay it seems until they can mobilize enough bobbies to smash into his little fortress with a sledgehammer.
But since this was London, and that Rat King was scaring everyone into silence, that wasn't going to happen.
Maybe you could steal something from one of the shops. Make your twenty pieces this week so that the King won't decide to make things worse for you and the mates. Only good thing a quirkless bloke like you was good for, to him at least.
You had long since given up trying to learn what your quirk actually was. Sure you had a test from a back-alley doctor, that that claimed that you indeed had a quirk, but at this point, you were sure that it was so insanely specific that you might as well be quirkless.
It was a good gig, it even allowed you to have disability payment from the Government because being quirkless was a disability these days. A bog-standard human was only human, and these days of superpowers and mutations and people using them to get ahead of the normal people.
Being just human just wasn't good enough.
It was just more difficult these days to work construction when someone with super strength or gravity quirk can do fifty times the work, with less machinery and training than an average bloke.
But that's just how life is now. Haves and haves not.
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The Outsiders' Corner
It was a good ole model shop that sprouted up after the Quirk crisis, and it had a history of being very… well strange. It managed to have everything, from ole Russian nobility trophies that could be pieced together like Lego, ships in bottles, and that was just the things inside that he sold.
Not just models. Well actually, the models were ancient, more antiques and those were what he collected.
The bloke who owned it was weird, never liked most people, and barely tolerated anyone who entered it. He said that if he had it his way, he would just be a catalog or a museum, and never allow anyone to enter.
Everyone just called him the Outsider, and that was because he was… well he was an outsider here.
It was why you struck him, and fenced through him, old Coppers didn't really care about an asshole, and despite everything, he was a decent payer when it came to the ole knickknacks you stole from around the city.
"Oye, old man, I'm in!" You shouted as you entered the store, the bell ringing loudly as you lowered your hood.
The silence was your answer. Great.
"Oh come on you old bastard, at least give me the courtesy to actually say something when I enter!" You shouted.
"I would if you managed to show respect." The man's voice was calm, and you turned to see him cloaked in shadows, smoke rising from his cigarettes. They were not being smoked by him, but rather around him, in a circle.
"I see you are trying to ward off evil spirits?" You joked as you pulled out three golden eggs, the size of a regular hen's egg. "A Jeweler that has the Midas touch was making golden eggs. Pure gold. Should fetch a few hundred."
You threw it towards him, and he caught it, before examining it. "It's gold-painted Silver, not gold boy, should be enough for the week." He stated. "Two hundred Pounds."
"Two hundred?!" You raised your voice. "That's barely enough to pay the King and rent!"
"Would you rather I pay nothing?" He replied.
"I don't want to die." You stated.
The Man then gave a dark chuckle, as if he wanted to say something for a long time, but you had finally done something to get him to talk. "Of course, live like a rat, to feed a rat king and his parasites, it makes you want to do something. To face off against the injustices that he has willfully placed on the people of London, and your home in particular."
You frowned. "But I don't have a quirk, and I am no hero."
That made The Outsider. "Than don't be a hero." You turned and he was behind you. "Life has taken a turn for the worse for you. Dead Parents, forced to become a criminal, even though you so desperately wish to be a hero." He opened the case, to show a model Webly, a weapon from the Second world war. A true collector's item, in the right hands and in the right circumstances. "You will be playing a pivotal role in the days and weeks ahead, Charles Moray. Whether it be for the good London, and indeed the world, or in the way that will drag it the depths of the Christian hell, will lie solely on your shoulders."
You closed your eyes and realized that you were not in the shop. But in a great white void. "Am I in heaven?" You asked.
"No Charles, you are in the void. I am the Outsider, and this is my mark." He waved his hand, and you looked to your own, feeling a burning pain.
"OWWW!" You screamed, feeling the searing, burning sensation grow hotter and more painful as you touched it, feeling its power, coursing through your veins.
"There are forces in this world, young Charles. Some call them magic. Others Quirks, or Science. But no matter what they are called, they are yours to command." the Outsider stated.
He than smiled. "Come and find me."
You stood up, the pain gone, and you were alone in the void.
How?
Choose your Starting Power:
[]Blink: Ah and old favorite from another world, where you gather your energy and matter and transport it into somewhere else. A very perfect, useful power.
[]Dark Vision: You want to see the world as for what it truly is don't you. To see the rot, the people, and even the spaced where none exist. The choice puzzles me a little, but you are a thief, so that makes some semblance of sense.
[]Agility: Oh, so you want to move like the greatest who have ever lived, jumping higher, running faster, and even moving towards the shadows as much as you can… a wonderful choice.
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What do you do?:
(Note: Due to the nature of video games, you are going to need to write in what you want to do, in segments to simulate gameplay)
Objective: Find the Outsider!
[]Write in
AN: Enjoy.