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[RP] For the Greater Good

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Frenchfry:
Chernobog held his breath, blinded by the smoke surrounding him. His hand still gripping his concealed blade, he rushed out of the gas, searching wildly for the raven haired man.

"Warriors! To me!"

Several soldiers of Black Light emerged from the Profligates, Most brandishing weapons such as knives or hammers. Chernobog spotted the assassin among the crowd.

"Why do you interfere, Profligate? It will only earn you death."

Hank:
Bastion sits down on a bench near two agents watching them intently. Then he glances over at Chernobog and his crew.

These are not your average cos-players
He snickers.

He awaits patiently on a bench as some freaked out civilians rush out of the mall.

St. Jimmy:
  "You think you can justify your cause by blowing up this mall, do you? Ending the lives of hundreds of people who do not deserve to be harmed.  You're nothing but terrorists."

  Joseph pulled his pistol out of his coat and put it to the mans head.
 
  "You tell your buddies below us to call off the explosives, and don't think you can just kill me and get away. You're surrounded."

TrainerX:
 Cecil waited in anticipation for the explosion. He had seen a lot of stuff blow up before. But he had never seen a mall blow up before. As he waited, he noticed a man walking towards Chernogbog. The man pulled a pistol out of his coat and pointed it at Chernobog's head. He noticed some men closing in on the small group of warriors behind Chernobog. Cecil tried not to attract attention as he slowly advanced towards the men. A man ran to Cecil's side, and started trying to convince him to buy something stupid. He ignored the salesman, who followed him, trying to get Cecil to listen. People were staring now. Cecil pulled out a dagger, spun, and cut the man's throat with his blade in one quick motion. The people around him screamed and ran into the huge crowd. Cecil continued towards the group without even acknowledging the people that yelled at him angrily as he pushed them out of his way.

Frenchfry:
Chernobog shook his head laughing slightly.

"'Justify our cause'? Our cause needs no justification, Profligate. This is merely... a demonstration. A lesson in the pain that will become you, should you continue to oppose the Black Light."

The messenger from earlier emerged from the crowd surrounding the agent and the Black Light warriors. The old man approached Chernobog, whispering to him.
"The flames are ready to be fanned, Grand Imperial Monarch."

Chernobog released the grip on his sword, returning his other hand to the detonator at his hip.
"Well, agent, despite your haphazard efforts, it would appear as if our time together is at an end."
Removing the small, t-shaped object from his hip, Chernobog turned away from the mall, squeezing the trigger. The parking lot beneath the building was engulfed in a massive explosion in seconds, incinerating the foundation. The first three stories were also painted red and black in fire and smoke. It wouldn't be much longer until the entire building came down.

Chernobog walked away, accompanied closely by the Warriors of the Black Light.
"Farewell, raven-haired soldier."

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