Friday, January 31, 2014

Soda Powered

The 'Lords of Sin' stories are going to be, uh, a mix of random junk I think of and meddling-with-dumb-tropes-in-stuff. Some of it might be things that subvert/avoid tropes in kid stuff that are way to common and unnecessary (sure, one show with it fine, but ~60-70% just... the same... I feel for the kids...)

Soda Powered

                "The 'Ultimate Vanity Racers' were one of the minion groups that did grunt work for the Lords of Sin. Their theme was being pretty - very pretty. For the most part they were a girl only group, but there were a couple of men amongst them. Of those, only one didn't follow the vanity theme; he was married to one of the women and mostly took a support role.
                "Their signature moves varied but were primarily based on something sweet - 'sugar cloud', 'sticky jam' and 'fruit concentrate' are examples. Their names were similar; for example 'Cream Brunette' and 'Strawberry Tornado'.
                "One unusual aspect of their powers - and the reason they had support runners - was that it required a serum (generally referred to as 'pop' or 'soda') to activate. Although ninety percent sugar, or more, it also included several ingredients that imbued temporary power into the consumers. Combined with the alterations (see [redacted]) that made them 'Ultimate Vanity Racers', this temporary infusion of power when needed was the primary reason that they had some success working for the Lords despite their strange theme and the lacklustre performance of the majority of minion groups working under the Lords of Sin."
- Against Sin: An Encyclopaedia of the Conflicts Against the Lords of Sin

                Occasionally you'd see ads for the 'Ultimate Vanity Racers' around the city, much like any other recruitment posters for the Lords of Sin. Not many people realised that all the troubles of the city could be traced back to those organisations; or that the Lords were in almost complete control. That was why innocent idiots, enthralled by the prospect of joining fascinating groups, frequently wound up truly corrupted.
                The Racers offered beauty, style and poise. Unusually, those things were given - along with an addiction to 'soda' and a fanatical devotion to their organisation. One day your plain-Jane friend would mention finding the advertisements tempting, maybe checking it out; the next day you'd spot someone who looked kind of like her robbing a bank or doing a kidnapping. Your friend wouldn't be around anymore.
                Fighting against the lords were ordinary people. Despite the Lords favouring colourful, fantastic and usually inept groups; despite the existence of similarly colourful 'heroes'; the real resistance were ordinary men and women. In truth, most stood up because the state of the city bamboozled them. Robberies openly committed by city-sponsored organisations? People leaving their families and the police giving them no aid? There was worse, and more.
                The 'Sleepers' were the largest resistance organisation, and after their leadership was deposed (one of the Lord of Sloth's lieutenants had founded the organisation in an attempt to make the resistance ineffective) they had quickly mobilised. For the most part, they consisted of ordinary citizens that made a promise: if they see the Lords act, they would stand in the way.
                That promise was why four people stood up when a ride of Racers tried to rob a bank (for the fifth time). The Racers weren't impressed until one of the tellers pulled out a shotgun and unloaded it into one of them.
                "No!" yelled one of the Racers, cutely. The four standing patrons pulled out blades - a couple of machetes, a kitchen knife, and a tiny pocket knife - and rushed at the remaining racers while the teller reloaded. A couple of the other tellers fiddled around, going for their own knives.
                "Frosting Spray!" yelled one of the other Racers, spinning around on her skates. Her green dress spiralled hypnotically as she prepared her attack, and a spray of acidic frosting launched at the teller who'd fired first. They ducked down, then screamed as the acid tore right through the window, counter, and their flesh.
                That was all they managed to do before the Sleepers were on top of them, knocking two of them to the ground and getting the other two engaged in melee. The woman wielding the tiny pocket knife died first - her target, a blonde in a purple dress, produced a giant chocolate club from nowhere and crushed her flat. She yelled 'Chocolate Slam!' as she did it.
                The other fight wasn't so one-sided. A man with a machete was hacking aside the razor-sharp but flimsy decorations of a cyan-dressed brunette. She didn't say anything; the decorations were the preparation for her actual attack, 'Sprinkle to Finish'.
                Although one Racer was dead and four were occupied, two others remained. One was their support - a well-endowed strawberry-blonde in an orange dress; the other was the one who used 'Frosting Spray'.
                "Boost me!" yelled the green-dressed girl, her black hair spinning as she held out her hand. Almost immediately a bottle of soda flew through the air towards her -
                And exploded apart as the security guard nailed it with a pistol shot. The useless soda soaked the girl's green dress, and she turned angrily. "Frosting Sp-" she began.
                The rest of her attack's name was drowned out by the guard firing again, hitting the girl right in the centre. She crumpled immediately, clutching at her chest. Too-bright red blood splashed onto the ground in front of her.
                Through luck or skill the guard knew what was coming next, and ducked under the purple girl's second 'Chocolate Slam'. He rolled along the floor and unloaded several shots into the brunette just as she managed to kill her attacker, killing her in turn. The two girls who had been taken to the ground had little hope; the bloodied Sleepers rose and turned their eyes to other Racers.
                Seeing that they were outnumbered - especially as two more tellers joined the fray - the two surviving girls made a bolt for it. The security guard only got off one shot before the purple girl downed an easily caught soda, boosting her speed enough for her to disappear with the orange girl clutching her dress.
                They left a lot of mess in their wake. Two dead Sleepers, a dead teller, and three dead Racers. The green girl was finished off by one of the Sleepers, bringing the total to four.
                "Thank you," said one of the bank's patrons to the security, finally standing up.
                "Yes, thank you," said someone else. More and more people rose, each echoing their thanks, until the entire back was noisy with praise.
                It was one of the first victories; a turning point in the fight against the Lords of Sin.

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