"I have died but live again..."
These words were going through Scar's mind, repeating over and over on this long bus ride. He felt like the only one who stood out on this trip, that being the large scar going down the right side of his face from his forehead to his cheek and in between the scar was an eyepatch to cover up his missing eye that he lost when we was young. There were other things that made him stand out, his blackened open crown hat, his trench coat going all the way down to his ankles, and his trusty sword, Seone. It would be weird to see someone just causally have a sword on them but do to some jurisdictions, the second amendment now allows guns and swords follow under those same laws.
Scar looked up from where he was standing on the bus and sees the city in all of its glory, a city not many people would care for since its only a river away from New York City, a place called Union City
October 16th, 2034. 1:34pm
Scar got off the bus with a few other strangers he didn't care much about, he looked down all those blocks he had to walk down to just to get back to his home. Scar began his small walk, looking around at all the shops nearby and the medium sized building around him. He gets to a crosswalk and stops by it, turning to his right and seeing a man sitting at a small booth with some books and pamphlets on a table.
The man was a blonde with bright blue eyes and glasses, wearing a button up shirt and jeans. He notices Scar sees him and stands up, holding one of the books close to him. "Hello my good sir, are you interested in learning the Mormon faith?"
Scar shakes his head. "No sorry I'm an atheist."
The man puts the book down on the table. "Ah sorry man, not all of are in gods plan!" He laughed. "But we don't have to talk about religion, I'm Norman." He holds his hand out
Scar shakes his hand. "Norman the Mormon is probably a common nickname for you?"
"Not at all, Norman is my nickname. My real name is Nathen.
"Ah I understand, my real name is Winston but all my friends call me Scar because of the uh, you know." He pointed at his eye scar.
Norman laughs. "I see, I see, it's very hard to miss!"
Scar looked at the Mormons waist and sees a gun holster. "It's also hard to miss that, I thought you religious people are all nonviolent? At least the ones more north up here."
"Hey, some rules need to be changed if you gotta protect yourself in a place like this."
The crosswalk was now clear, Scar backed up form Norman. "It was nice knowing you, see you later!" He waved as he walked away.
Norman waved back. "Nice knowing you too Scar!"
1:37pm
Scar continues his walk, but stops after seeing a nasty looking crash up ahead, he speed walked up to it and sees a bunch of photographers taking pictures of a car rammed into a building. Scar kept staring at this nasty looking site not seeing a woman in front of him and bumps into her.
The woman was smaller than him, having long dark hair similar to his but much longer and wearing a purple school girl like outfit, she looked up at Scar. "What the hell ass hair? Watch where you're fucking going!"
Scar held his hands up. "Hey sorry! That crash looked very awful, sorry I can't see you cause I only got one fucking eye!"
"Well maybe you should look with that one eye better you fucking dope!" The other photographers stare at them arguing, she turned back to him. "Listen, just go and leave...whoever you are."
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Founded, Part 1
AksiA man back from the dead goes back to his home city, seeing so much change from when he was a kid. The city now full of criminals with powers, he must form a team of amateurs to stop these criminals, never to know the greater danger ahead.