Nightmare (NOW STARTED)
 

Another crazy Rpg from Stryker! this ones probably gonna go down pretty quick but i need something to do while TFF is on Sabbatical.

Mikey,Don and Leo have all left to April's little shack and have left the cranky Raph all alone in the lair, But while he is there strange things start to happen, Like an Evil Boy Genius bent on being Evil named Jack Stryker bringing Shredder's ghost back to an earthly plain. but these plans seriously cut into everyone's time when the plan is hatched to..........TAKE OVER THE WORLD.

Its a Comedy/Serious Rpg take it how you will but Splinter is not a member being as he's just a spiritual force.


Taken:
Raph and Angel-Garou
Jack Stryker and the Ghost of Shredder-Bryan"Stryker"Cruz
Ra-.....Ra
Amy-Hazlov
Casey-Cowabunga
Kylie-Storm Wolf
Lucas-KROW



Im getting people i didn't even know were Rp'ers....0_o



Original characters are welcome and will add spice. its time to choose a side in a fight to decide the fate of NY.

((I Know its kinda Cliched but hey alittle old-timey superhero fun))

Raph and Angel for me!!!!! :lol:

i`ll join im playing amy

Sign me up as Ra!

You know....I'd really like to get back into the RPG scene again...

I'm probably a bit rusty, but if this thing pulls thru...I'd like to take a go a it.

I Think I'd like to use my werewolf character Kylie for this...since she never really got a chance to be put into action. :D

Don't worry, My RPGs aren't the most complicated lot, No Numbers or Dice or crap like that just simple story telling and....stuff

good....The dice thing makes me crazy...


so...when does this thing start?

I have no idea!...i dunno soon once i flush out the storyline and the character of JACK STRYKER: EVIL BOY GENIUS

alrighty then.

We'll be starting soon i'll say by tonight or earlier...i dunno whenever my mind can't take it anymore. ;)

*looks at watch and coughs quietly* mmmm hmmm :P

Fine! im starting... :sweatdro: Ingrates... :goof: I've decided to make it a kind of a Raph Solo Story, ((Read the First Post for the Re-Written Backstory))

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"AH HAHAHA!!! HA HA HA!!!" Flames shoot up behind Jack Stryker as he smiles evily. "Finally! The Culmination of my evil has finally risen!!!! BWAHAHA!!!" He grabs it and then spins around and puts a cookie tray with freshly baked cookies on the table and he begins to eat them.

"Any word yet on the translation of that....scroll thing?" A robot flys to Stryker and holds the scroll up to him. "The only word Translated is: The, Sir"

"Stupid robots when am i gonna find some real help around here?!", Just when he finishes with his cliched evil complaint a Puzzle Box falls onto his table.

"We found the box on the routine search of area 115780", Stryker picks up the box and looks at it. "So what does it do?"

Stryker opens the Puzzle box and a supernatural light shines out brightly and then a scream is let out as well, then a ghostly figure begins to emerge. Stryker sees this and Screams loudly

Kylie lifted her black twitching nose to scent the acrid city air. She snuffled, sneezed, and lowered her muzzle.

Acrid indeed. The many smells in the city burned her sensitive nose. She lifted her face to the sky. A new moon and no stars were visible to her sharp eyes. Kylie hated the city and yet she had remained here for some years now.

She shook her thick black mane of fur and sighed deeply "What a wretched depressing city." Kylie turned her attention back to her most important task of stalking her prey: The pizza delivery boy.

Human wasn't Kylie's cup-o-tea, only wild werewolves feasted on the flavorlessness of human flesh. It was a blood lust craving for Wilds. Kylie, however, was more focused on the pizza he was transporting. That would satiate her hunger for the night.

Kylie padded up behind the boy and was just about to make her move when the entire city block burst into howls. Kylie's ears perked. That noise...it was faint, but sounded like a scream.

Kylie slunk into the shadows. Perhaps she should investigate...

With an angry growl, Raphael turned off the TV. His brothers left the lair for about an hour ago, leaving him behind. He had had another fight with his older brother, like so many times before in his life. Slowly rising from from the couch, the red masked ninja turned to face the punching bag in the other end of the lair. Raph started punching the bag violently, trying to get rid of his aggressions...

*

Angel sat quietly on a rooftop, looking over the city. She had decided to leave the lair, when she saw the mood Raph was in. Suddenly, she hearded a scream in the distance.

"What the?" the feline muttered, standing up to try and locate the scream...

"He's mine!"

"No! He's mine!"

Although being tugged at both ends by the two beautiful ladies, Lucas smiled and chuckled inwardly.

"Ladies, ladies, please," he said between pulls. "There's plenty of me to go around, I assure you."

The trio were causing a scene outside a ritzy casino in Reno, Nevada. Lucas had just won a cool $500,000 at the crap tables and now his two escorts were fighting over which one would be more able to show him a good time.

Lucas hadn't had the time to have this much fun in a good few years. Prior to this evening, he was heavily involved in a matter of life and death -- someone's else's, as a matter of fact. After his... change... Lucas had been responsible for the deaths of a great many people. True, most of them were folks of an evil sort, with some being idiots that crossed him at the wrong time, but nevertheless, he felt no differently about it. Killing is killing, and he disliked being a killer. But, if he truly valued his own life, he would have to kill, as he swore that one fateful night in Teeside a millenium ago.

But that was the past, and the present held much more to smile about. Lucas began to laugh at the sport of his little entourage until a fell wind rushed through the lighted city.

The feel of it hit the three party-goers ferociously, but only Lucas bent over in submission. The girls gasped at his reaction, fearing that there was something wrong with their latest meal ticket. Lucas, however, was more concerned.

"Are you okay, Lukey?" the tart on his left asked.

That was no ordinary wind, Lucas thought. Something is amiss here... Something evil.

"I'm fine, cupcake," he said with a smile. "And don't call me Lukey."

He looked to the girl, but her eyes didn't meet his. He glanced at the other and saw that she, too, was still. Upon further inspection, it seemed that the entire area around him was frozen in time. Even the neon lights of the city streets stopped flashing.

What the hell?

As if to answer his thoughts, a pillar of flame sprouted from the street, taking him by surprise. Lucas has seen this before, and he never got used to it.

"Ohhh, no..." he mumbled.

Out of the flames emerged a creature with large bat-like wings and the face of a dog; a gargoyle-esque thing that frightened all who looked upon it. Lucas, though, was not as skiddish, for he saw this vile being before, even conversed with it.

"Dammit."

"Greetings, Mr. Villigrade," the creature growled. Its voice was like tires on stone.

"Griffyl," Lucas greeted with a small nod. He had to show some matter of respect to all denizens of Hell, or something bad will happen; not to him, but others.

"There has been a disturbance, Villigrade," Griffyl uttered. "The master requires your attention northeast of here."

"I'm busy."

"Pleasures of the flesh mean nothing to--"

"Not them," Lucas interrupted, signaling to the two women by a nudge of the head. "Just before your volcanic entrance, there was a strong wind that nearly took me over. I sensed evil in it, and I intend to investigate that first."

"Good," the imp snarled with a grotesque grin. "Go northeast, then, to the place called New York City. That is where the wind came from."

"Very well," Lucas muttered with a sigh. "I shall leave tomorrow morning."

"You will go now."

"I will not," Lucas said sternly, pointing his finger at the imp, resulting in a wide-eyed and angered expression from Griffyl, which is never a good thing. "I have not had a lull in my... occupation... for quite some time. Now that I have just ended the last in a total of six assignments for your master, I wish to divulge in some relaxation. Surely you can underst--"

"I do believe I said that pleasures of the flesh mean nothing. They mean nothing to me, nothing to your assignments, and nothing to the master. You will go now," Griffyl barked, pointing a gnarled finger at Lucas, "or my wrath shall be incurred."

"Really, Griffyl, there's no need fo--"

"The only pleasure you will get is of seeing these two bonebags turned to ash before your cursed eyes! Now be off!"

There was a pause, then. Lucas has seen enough death to last twenty lifetimes. He'll surely see more, but he'd rather be responsible for the killing by his own hand, not someone else's.

"As you wish, Griffyl," Lucas said, bowing slightly. "Forgive my insolence. I shall leave for New York City tonight. If I may please have some information as to why, however?"

"Yes. A tool of necromancy has been found and unleashed upon this world. It is your job to go to the source, find the tool, kill the one who possesses it, and give it to me to return to the master."

"Very well. What type of tool is it? A stone, a wand, a book?"

"A scroll."

"I see," Lucas paused, already strategizing. "Very well, Griffyl. I shall retrieve this scroll and destroy the one who holds it."

"Of course you will. When you have the item, utter the incantation you memorized to summon me forth and I shall take it from you."

"I will expect a vacation after this."

Griffyl snarled and disappeared, nothing but a puff of smoke in the air. Time began turning again; lights flashing, people laughing and carrying on, and his escorts once again going ga-ga over him. For all their efforts, however, Lucas gave no response.

"What's the matter, Luke?" the woman hooked onto his right arm asked.

"I have to go," he answered, a stern and frustrated expression covering his features.

Casey woke up from sleepin' in a dumpster. He yawned "Man, this sucks. That Killer Scropions gang member had to knock me out with that crowbar. Then he stuffed me in this dumpster. I'll get those punkers." Casey opened the dumpster and read aloud a graffito on a wall "Mr. Jones, we're gonna kill you. You'll be one sorry vigilante when we get done with you. From: Big Bubba. Who's Big Bubba? The leader of that gang? Well, I'll have to look for him." Casey walked down the alley and saw two lowlifes robbin' a woman. "Help! Somebody please help me!" Casey ran to where the crime was takin' place. "Hey, you punks! Let her go!"

"What if we don't?,"asked the bald punk. He threw his knife at Casey, but it missed.

"Then I'll have to cause you guys a lot of pain," Casey raised his hockey stick in the air.

"Should we let her go, Larry?," asked the punk with the cornrows.

"No. We can take Mr. Jones,"replied Larry.

"You punks really think so, huh? I wouldn't count on it if I were you." Casey hit Larry in the head with his hockey stick. Larry fell down and he hit the ground hard. "Hya! All right, you want any?,"asked Casey as he pointed to the other punk.

"No, I don't." The punk ran away and dropped the woman's purse.

"That wussy. I'd knew he'd chicken out." Casey picked up the lady's purse and handed it to her. "Here's your purse, ma'am."

"Thank you,"said the woman with a smile.

"No problem. All in a day's work for Casey Jones." Casey walked out of the alley and headed for Central Park. He found a bench to sleep on. Casey heard someone spalsh in a nearby lake. He woke up and saw a green arm with three fingers stickin' out of the lake. "Is that...one of the guys?"

(Jeezum KROW, My eyes hurt from the reading...remember my brain is pea-sized)

The Ghost finishes escaping from the puzzle box and then stares at the cowering Stryker in the corner. The Ghost has the mask of Shredder but after that is basically a ghost octopus.

"Where am I?..." Said the Ghost in a Raspy voice. Stryker looks at the ghost and then screams again and runs to another corner.

"What is your Name, Idiot!?!" Shredder's ghost floats to Stryker and Stryker's eyes almost pop out from widening. "Uh....Jack Stryker, Evil Boy Genius....I do whatever you want! I swear just don't eat me!!!!"

Stryker gives the ghost a Buisness card and it falls right through Shredder's "Hands"

"Oh...Looks like you have a bit of a problem with your hands there."

amy was on the rooftop with angel didnt know why raph got so mad hearing a scream that angle heard and said something aint right angle

((*blinks* so...long.... :o))

A dark figure moaned as it found itself flat on its back, a scaly being looking over it chuckled. "You need to watch your feet young one." He whispered as he offered a scally paw. Growling, the shadow took it and got to it's feet

"Well, if you didn't blind me with that fire blast...." the dragon's eyes narrowed

"Ra-san, if you want to be great Dragon Tamer, you must master the ways of the warrior-"

"Like adventure." Ra sighed. Yawning, she got to her feet. "Come on Drake, can we call it a night? Or a day? It's been ages since I've seen the sunlight..." Sighing, the elder dragon nodded.

"Okay. I will give you 24 hours to do what you have to. Otherwise, I'll over-train you until lava comes out of your ears..." But Ra had already left with her kyoketsu shoge in hand, going to the surface for the first time in a month, hopfully to see what the world had been up to in her absence

"No, it's not," Angel added to Amy, looking over at the female. She silently looked over the city.

"Let's check it out. It wasn't very far away."

"So....whats your deal anyway" Stryker put his hand through Shredder and then backed away shivering.

"I Am Oroku Saki, leader of the new york branch of the foot!...i ruled the city with -

"Yeah yeah yeah just get to how you got trapped in the box and you're all ghosty."

"Very well.... it was the year 1990 and me and my Mortal Enemies, the turtles were battling on my foot headquarters along with their master...the Rat. I didn't know that in his spare time the rat had been practicing forms of Shaolin magic."

"Ooooh....." Stryker eats popcorn.

"Near the end of the battle i managed to take down the rat but he also managed to use that puzzle box to incase my soul..forever....or until the right person opened it."

Stryker looks at Shredder and pulls wax out of his ear. "Huh? Thats me right?....Alright! Go Stryker! Go Stryker!"

"SHUT UP!!....we have mission to complete...if im going to destroy those turtles once and for all i need someone with solid hands to help me collect these ancient items..."

Stryker looks at Shredder and both of them begin laughing evily, and they continue until a bell goes off. "Oh! my cheesy tortilla chips are done!"

Shredder just watches the idiot run off and groans

amy then nodded to angle and gave her a thumbs up and said allright lets get going

Casey held the green hand and lifted the turtle out of the water. The turtle was without his mask and his weapons. "Casey...it's me...Mikey."

"Mikey?,"Casey pondered with a puzzled look on his face.

"Yeah. The Killer Scropions knocked me out and threw me in that lake. They threatened to kill me with a shotgun if I didn't cooperate. I didn't have much of a choice."

"Well, that's terrible,"said Casey. "Did they take your nunchakus and your mask?"

"Yeah. Big Bubba did that. He threw 'em in a dumpster. Then a garbage truck came and lifted the dumpster and dumped the garbage."

"That sucks,"replied Casey. "You think these guys are workin' with the Foot Clan?"

"I dunno,"responded Mikey. Big Bubba had a Foot Clan tattoo. Some of the gang members had clothes that had Foot Clan logos on 'em. Maybe they're trainin' to become ninjas."

"We should find shelter for the night, Mikey. We can figure this out in the morning."

"All right. I think there's a manhole not too far from here. We can sleep in the sewer."

"Ok. Let's go. You need any help gettin' up?,"asked Casey.

"No, I'm fine." Mikey and Casey got up and headed for the manhole. Mikey opened the manhole and they walked down the ladder.

Casey found some pillows and blankets in the sewer. Mikey found a place to lay down. "G'night, Casey. See ya in the morning."

"G'night,"replied Casey.

Kylie perched at the corner of the rooftop, overlooking the dark city block.

"Nice night for a run." She spoke to herself, her nose twitching as she did so.

The howling of stray dogs had thrown her off and she wasn't able to pinpoint the exact location of the sound. she would have to search the surrounding area to find where the noise had originated from.

Kylie usually stuck to the gound when traveling, but had decided a good run across the rooftops might rid her of that rundown feeling she'd been having for sometime now.

Kylie backed away from the edge and made a running leap to the next roof top. Her heart raced and she was filled with a sense of excitement as she made her way, searching for the thing which had caught her intrest...

Lucas peered out of the hotel window at the night sky. The moon was veiled underneath the numerous gray clouds. The ground featured a desolate desert with scattered brush poking through the sand. He was glad that he requested the view be away from the bright lights of the city. Tranquility was such an odd commodity in his existence. He was spending his last night in Reno, and time was against him once again. He looked to the bed at the sleeping ladies and sighed. He hated his life. All the pleasantries were wasted on him; the gambling, the late nights, the adventures. He could never truly enjoy himself. The only time he ever felt that rush of excitement course through his veins was when he utilized his powers.

Those powers, those hellish powers.

He opened the window and stood upon the sill. The high elevation brought with it a fierce wind. One of the two women felt the sheets flutter and instantly awoke to the rushing cold.

"Luke?" one of them asked, sleepy-eyed and still a bit dazed from the night's previous exploits. "Luke, what are you doing?"

Lucas pivoted upon the window sill on one heel, put his right hand on his heart, fanned out the other, and said dramatically, "My dear Candace, I fear I must venture forth into that unknown which man has never seen. I must tread the waters of fear and drink from the lips of that mistress named Death. I whole-heartedly bid you farewell. Please tell the sweet Bambi beside you upon her waking that never in my life have I been serviced in such a way, and that her talents shall never be forgotten, nor shall they be duplicated."

Candace stared at Lucas in complete bewilderment. As if to add to this, he bowed very low and smiled.

"Goodbye, my succulent lady of the night."

He leaped, but he never fell. Not but two feet upon his departure, his body began to change shape. Where his arms were there became feathered wings. His feet shortened into two great talons, and his head became plumed and his nose stretched forward into a hardened beak that hooked downward slightly. With not a sound, Lucas Villigrade flew from Reno, Nevada on his way to New York City in the form of a giant eagle.

Candace gasped at the spectacle. It was a full hour before she moved.

"Alright," Angel responded, leaping off the roof and spread out her white wings. It felt good to stretch the wings, especially when she couldn't do that in the sewers. Angel came to a stop after some time, her ears perking in the silent night. She knew the scream had to be somewhere around the place she was at, but where? She looked over the city for anything unusual...

Two Guards walk out of a Bank and lock the doors and then begin to talk. "So hows the wife?", "Oh she's fine just been watching alot of clow-

A Giant Drill vehicle drills out of the ground and stops in front of the bank, Stryker climbs out, Decked in Black leather and dark goggles. "Oh yeah evil stryker...Cower!!!" The Guards aim their guns at Stryker and he quickly shuts up and gets back in the vehicle, Then four robots fly out of nowhere and attack the guards, throwing them into trash containers.

Stryker crawls out of the Vehicle followed by Shredder, Shredder looks back at the drill, "Hm.. Seems vaguely familiar"

Stryker sets a charge on the door and it busts open, "Alright Money, Riches! Bling Bling! all for Jack!"

"NO! we're here for the Fire Cascade and thats it!"

"Oh fine...but im taking atleast two gold bars"

amy started fellowing angel by running and jumping on the rooftops amy liked being with her friends for amy

"What the heck?" Angel turned around and ran to the edge of the roof, looking down. Near the bank, she saw two figures, one she didn't regocnize and one that looked like - Shredder?

'No, it can't be,' Angel thought. It had to be an imposter. Shredder was dead... and the feline wasn't going to believe otherwise.

"Looks like we have a job to do," she called to Amy, "How good are you at fighting?"

amy then called back to angel im very good at fighting angle allright lets teach them badboys something they wont forget

Kylie skidded to a halt and took a peek at the scene below "What's this, What's this?" she whispered with a curious tone.

Usually Kylie wouldn't get involved in such human activities, but she sensed something within the bank. something new in the city.

This drew in, even though she could sense the presence of others...not all of them entirely human. Large groups made Kylie antsy, made her feel vulnerable.

She grunted and re-assesed the situation. Her curiosity got the better of her. This was just to intriguing to pass up.

Kylie made her way down the side of the building by fire escape and crept closer to the bank...

Shredder flys around Stryker as he digs through a pile of safe boxes, Stryker then opens one and it shines bright.

"Ah-ha!....The Fire Cascade!"

Stryker pulls an Orange orb out of the box, the center seems to glow with the same power as an open flame. "So...What does it do?"

"You can control the element...my foot elementals mastered the technique but before their deaths...they stored the power inside these orbs...once we find all of them..we shall rule!!"

"All right! lets hear it for EVIL!!! Woop Woop!"

Kylie peeked into the bank window, her eyes reflected the light of the strange glowing orb "Wow..." She gasped.

She was captivated by it...drawn to it like a dog to a tennis ball. Kylie pressed her nose to the window "I must have one."

The glass cracked slightly from the pressure...

"We're being watched......" Shredder flys upwards, Stryker just continues to look at the orb.

"How do i use this thing?" The orb then darts out of his hands and attaches to his belt. "woah...magnetic?" Stryker's Hands then light on fire.

"Uh-oh..."

Kylie ducked down realizing her mistake. Surely they would notice the crack that she left in the window...or the wet noseprint.

"what's wrong with me?" she growled to herself "I'm a werewolf...nothing in this city should make me cower beneath a window!"

Kylie rose up, trying to catch another glimpse of the firey orb.

When Kylie rose up, Shredder was staring back at her with those inhuman red eyes. "Hello...." Shredder flies through the window and through Kylie's head hitting her with an insane feeling of cold.

Stryker moves his arms around trying to extinguish the flames. "Ahh! Ahh get it off!!" Then one ball of fire flys off and crashes into a pillar. "Hey...Saki! i need some help over here!!"

Flying over the vast city of New York, Lucas enjoyed the rush of the air through his body, feathered though it was. He smiled inside himself and reminded himself that he must do this more often.

He was about to close his eyes to further relish in the moment when suddenly he saw a flash of orange light like flame emit from below.

Gods, he thought. What might this be?

He decided to soar down and investigate the source of the light, perhaps finding the scroll he was assigned to attain.

Upon landing, Lucas reverted back into human form, the mystical attributes given to him also allowing his clothes to change with him, thereby preventing him from being nude. He collapsed to his knees soundlessly, exerted from his transformation. He was fine when in the form of another animal, but upon changing back, he needed a few moments to recuperate.

A few seconds and a few deep breaths later, Lucas stood upright and attentive, fully in control of his faculties once more. The orange light was glowing from a nearby building; a bank from what Lucas could gather. Suddenly, that light flashed again, causing the shapeshifter to cover his eyes with one hand.

Scroll or not, he thought. This is definitely abnormal. I can feel it. Even if this isn't what I'm to look for, I should do something. There's evil inside here.

Lucas looked for a way in, but found nothing but concrete staring back at him. He walked the length of the wall and finally discovered a sidedoor. Unfortunately, the door was impossible to enter from the outside. Lucas smiled. Impossible it may be to a common man, but he wasn't common anymore.

Breathing deep, Lucas Villigrade closed his eyes and changed shape again. His legs spindled tight, his shoes changing hoof-like. He hunched over and smacked his hands on the pavement. Grunting, Lucas' hands morphed to match his feet, his arms thinning taught, as well. His back arched forward and his spine crackled upward, resulting in a loud bellowing growl from his lips, which bulked out to form the mouth of some great beast. His eyes shrunk and separated, his ears elongated, his head stretched and formed large horns, and he grew a tail that lashed about in throes of pain. Smoke vented from his nostrils, which grew large and dripped.

Scuffing the ground with his forelegs, he eyed the sidedoor and charged. The steel blockade bent like paper and caved in upon impact. Lucas was inside, in the form of a bull, peering at a young man in leather with a bright orange orb attached to his belt, and an apparition in the garb of ancient Japanese armor.