Is this a Game to you?: A Trezerac and Trezera themed rp

This is a Free-Join Roleplay, thus anyone can join!
WARNING: IF YOU ARE PRONE TO RESULTING INSANITY, DON'T PLAY TREZERAC'S GAME.
== Plot ==
Years and years later, after a series of crimes and eerie and unexplained murders located chiefly within the vicinity of Station Square and Mercia, the two culprits responsible for all this trouble have been identified at last.
Below is a file of the culprits, their crimes, and their next string of targets:
*Names: Trezerac and Trezera the Dark
*Nicknames: The Dark Siblings or the Dark Plague
*Known, infamous crimes: Murder. A series of unnatural and blood-chilling killings. Causing resulting insanity in any of their surviving victims.
*Known sightings: a large vicinity of Station Square, both in the rich and the poor districts, were widely seen in Mercia, and were recently seen somewhere in the sub-city of Station Square called Sunshine Valley (your typical land of happiness and rainbows). <input on LOL command?>
*Next (likely) string of targets: A string of important or otherwise very influential people in the community.
Due to these two criminals, and the high death count, precautions have been put down by the government and the high class Mafia, and a high reward bounty of $100,000,000 has been offered for the Dark Siblings arrest or extermination (either sounds good to say the least) of these dangerous killers. Of course, anyone who has accepted this job, whether they were well accomplished mercenaries or some kid hoping to earn some easy cash, they have all either been killed or have mysteriously disappeared without a trace as to their whereabouts.
The setting takes place in Sunshine Valley, a happy (almost too happy), sub-city with bright colors, smiling and overly friendly people, but with an eerie, and terrifying maze of alleyways where two murderers and mercenaries are hiding in wait, biding their time till the opportune time to get a kill out of life...
== Rules ==
*No swearing or bad/rude/inappropriate language!
* No graphic blood or sex scenes please! (kissing, hugging, and flirting is fine)
* No trolling.
* No random jumping into scenes!
* No God-modding or OP characters!
* Don't make it too easy to kill Trezerac and Trezera.
(Its going to be harder to do then you think, I'll make sure of that. heheheh)
* Don't hog all of the glory.
* Don't make your posts simple like: [Ash: Lucario, use Dragon Pulse! *Lucario uses Dragon Pulse*], and, [Ash runs to boulder and hides]. Try to put some depth into your posts.
*Last rule: Abide by the rules, don't make me kick you out, and have fun! :D
== Participants ==
*User:SuperSilverXtreme14
:*Strikes: 0
== Characters ==
=== Heroes ===
*Arid the Shrew - SuperSilverXtreme14. A brave and heroic shrew, with a chivalry and knightly code, who is tired of all this hiding and terror roaming the streets, and is helping in the manhunt, not for money or for fame, but rather so justice can be established and people can be at rest.
=== Neutral ===
=== Villains ===
*Mettaton - SuperSilverXtreme14. The Dark Siblings', current donator/client/fun producer. He is a character from Undertale (and that's all I know about him, but, he's just a side character that will appear rarely, so it hardly matters).
*Trezerac and Trezera the Dark - SuperSilverXtreme14. Two tenrecs, brother and sister, who are both killers. One is insane the other is sane. Potentially dangerous to anything and anyone around them. Shoot or sedate at sight.
== Roleplay ==
=== Prologue ===
You awake to find yourself in a dark room, sitting on a hard metal chair and looking at an extremely bright light bulb dangling from a string. You realize you are not alone, but there are others there also, sitting in chairs opposite you. You suddenly feel really nervous, like there is ice being poured down your shirt.
A male Mobian hedgehog steps into the view of the light. He is middle aged and is sporting an interesting brown mustache. He is wearing a black suit and tie, is wearing black shades, and has a black headset close to his mouth. He says nothing, but snaps his fingers and a flickering green television screen turns on with a screech on a table beside him.
The screen flickers to life and you and the others see a date highlighted in the far corner to the right.
7/19/017: 12'07 hours at Midnight.
"The following video, ladies and gentleman, is leaked footage from a security camera at the Northern Suburb Downtown gas station in Sunshine Valley. You are about to get a flickering image into the appearance and mental case of your two targets. Be warned: You will not receive any other pictures or files showing these two, so memorize them entirely. Begin."
The hedgehog pulls out a remote from his pants pocket and presses a red "ON" button.
There is a lot of black and white static for awhile until something appears. Everyone is looking at a simple inside of a gas station: the walls are a blinding white, the ceiling is several square light blue lights above them, the floor is white and a sunny yellow tile. From either side of them are rows upon rows of food, electronic, and magazine sections, there is even a small section titled "Manga and Comic Books" which is highlighting the latest Sonic Universe series comic on the top shelf.
There is one thing, off about it though.
The floor is covered by cans of toppled over canned food products, bags of chips, and sugary treats. The electronics are scattered on the floor, many of them sparking ominously in a puddle of red and blue soda. Many of the front covers of the magazines are decorated on the doors of the freezers, pictures of people, famous celebrities, toothpaste commercialists, and some beach women, everyone pointed upside down, a complicated game of "Tic-Tac-Toe" scribbled over them in red ink.
Toilet paper is strewn everywhere along the walls and shelves, making it appear that they were thrown around like streamers at a kid's birthday party. Suddenly, there is some insane, almost psychotic laughter in the background.
The camera turns slightly to the left, and it catches sight of a tenrec, his clothes a neon red and black, his hair, eyes, and skin red and black also, screaming and laughing excitedly as he rides atop a grocery cart, slamming into a wall and falling on his face.
Still laughing, he gets to his feet and brushes himself off, his face twisted in a psychotic grin that makes you and some others nervous, a couple of rows behind you, someone cranes his neck to get a better view of the screen.
You glance at him and he looks away, but you get to see what he looks like. He is a sand-colored shrew wearing an Indiana Jones styled hat and outfit, he looks like he came out of comic-con.
Nobody else notices him or pays him any heed. Their eyes are glued to the screen. You look back at the screen, and see the poorly colored tenrec has disappeared from the camera's line of sight.
You then hear voices, one male and wheezy, the other feminine and calm.
"Is he quiet? Did you keep him quiet?" said the wheezy voice, who laughed again, his shrill laugh sounding exactly like the male tenrec that was on the screen beforehand.
"Yes. We will be leaving here soon. Grab what little valuables you can find," said the feminine voice, rather delicately and slowly, as if addressing her partner like she would a child.
Suddenly, both speakers stepped into view, and an audible gasp of surprise is heard from the chair a few rows behind you. Everyone turns, including you, briefly, to the result of the gasp. You see the shrew, who is pointing at the screen and the two tenrecs, a look or recognition is visible on his face.
"I know those two! I know them!" Everyone stares at him, dumbfounded, but the voice of the Mobian hedgehog in black stirs them from their stupor.
"Watch, the screen, please." They resume to stare at the screen.
The other tenrec, and also the female speaker, is a good few inches taller than her companion, and, opposed to her companion's grin, she bears a less caring frown. She, like her companion, also wears a red and black neon attire, and her fur, skin, eyes, and hair are red and black. There is a red and black machete in her hand, and a trail of what looks like blood is dripping from the sharp ended blade.
"What are you doing?" she asks tamely, one eye constantly looking around her surroundings, the other at her slightly shorter companion, who is immersed with a Full-Metal Alchemist manga paperback. He looks up at her, sticks out his tongue at her, and then disappears behind the book again.
"I'm checking out some books." His companion rolls her eyes and pulls the manga from his hands.
"I told you to look for things that are valuable. Not something you can just find any old library!" Her companion steals the manga back from her and gives her a face and "LOSER" hand sign.
"I don't care. These things could be a lot of money someday." His companion rolls her eyes again and walks away, her arms crossed as he heads into the next isle.'
"Whatever. Just be at the door soon okay, the cops might be here at any second."
Her companion makes another face at her from behind her back and starts to root through the book rack, briefly scanning the covers and backs, scanning for anything of interest.
Finally, he finishes and crosses the gas station floor to the door, but pauses next to the counter.
The camera zooms in on the counter. The male tenrec, his arms loaded with comics and manga, his tongue sticking out comically as he moves all of his comics to one arm while he fishes determinedly in his pants pocket for a wallet.
"Can't forget to pay. Kids: there's always a price to be paid, both in life and death, and it must be paid at its due," the tenrec muttered to himself aloud, and with a victorious cheer, he withdrew a wad of money, counted through the bills, and slammed them down on the counter, adding also a couple of quarters.
"Thank you sir for your services!" said the tenrec with a chilling smile as he saluted the tied up, silent figure lying on the floor behind the counter.
His side was bleeding profusely, his hand reached up to a red button that read: police alarm.
You swallow as the film dies. But its not over. A close, zoom in on the tenrec that had been seen leaving the gas station was seen on the slowly fading screen. He was standing before the freezers, a red graffiti bottle in his hand and was spraying over the taped up magazines.
The words read in an eerie red color: DO YOU DARE TO PLAY TREZERAC'S GAME?
The screen faded to black and all was silent.
The hedgehog in the black suit resumed the spotlight and said in a calm voice. "You just saw your designated targets: Trezerac the Dark, 16, powers umbra kinesis and mind games, weapon: a cane. His sister, Trezera the Dark, 19, powers dark magic, weapon: two machetes. You are to kill or sedate them at any and all costs. They are stronger when they are together; use this fact to your advantage. Watch out: they won't surrender easily. Good luck, all of you. May the manhunt begin."
Somewhere, in a quiet pub, two tenrecs enter and approach the very back row, where their client, a formally dressed robot with no face but buttons and turn knobs, greeted them with a wide and sinister smile. "Ah, if it isn't my favorite sibling pair, and rising stars?! How've you been?" With a generous sweep of his gloved hand, the robot indicated to two seats to the opposite side of his table. The comic and manga book laden tenrec gave him a gracious bow and sat himself down, throwing his books down onto the table, knocking coffee, and food off the plates and everywhere. The other tenrec, however, stood where she was, and slammed a hand down on the table so that shook the table roughly. Her brother, however, immersed with his comics, didn't seem to notice the tremors.
"What's the catch, Mettaton? We do your dirty work, all this chaos and terror, and for what?" Mettaton paused and took a large sip of what looked like coffee.
"My good lady, I am a master of entertainment and the ratings on my shows are guaranteed to be always high. And death and risk are the highest of the high."
=== Part 1 ===
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