Crenando
Pencil Neck Geek
"Alright then!" Kurt continued to hold his phone with his tail. "It's a bit rude to teleport someone without asking, but this is urgent."
"Spider-Man is trouble and teleporting is the quickest way of getting there. This may be a little disorienting." The mutant walked back towards his mysterious ally and put his hand on her shoulder.
With a quick, subconscious jaunt through the Brimstone dimension, the two arrived on the roof, near the open skylight. "This is where we drop in. Like so!"
Jumping, the Nightcrawler teleported below, kicking one of the ninjas, and repeating the process with a few others. "I hope I didn't take too long, as things go." Kurt talked to his old friend.
Phantom Thief of Hearts Ferociousfeind Faerie13
The Dude was not in a good place, to say the least. The teenage mobster he taunted on the way to the stage. If getting shot and falling into the water of the dock had hurt, the mob boss was suffering in comparison. He felt like his bones were being atomized by the whole ordeal, by a strange and mystic force he couldn't see. Embarassment by the hand of superheroes was bad, but at least he could see what was happening. At the state he was in, he would prefer a comfy spot in jail with three square meals a day.
marc122 Birdsie @Infuriated Infant
crazy how we forgot
A lumpy, mutated man exited a museum, carrying bags of money in his tiny, grubby hands. "My name is Andrew Warner. You may know me as the man who quit humanity!"He shouted out to the masses of civilians going through with their day. "I need these funds to go even further! With these funds, I will quit the class Mammalia!"
A Batman stepped forward from the crowd, but not the resident one. On his torso was a holster for some old fashioned Colt .45s. "The only thing you're going to quit is breathing." It seemed that it wasn't a threat. "That's a promise." His voice lacked the joking warmth and calm sarcasm of the resident hero. In its place was scorn and hatred for his enemies.
"That's Harrison Ford." Elsewhere, Dick Grayson sat at the bat computer, in awe of this uncanny resemblance. "He looks just like Harrison Ford!"
At his side sat a very pouty child, one Damien Wayne. "Shut up. He's criminal scum. "
Briefly, he turned to Damien with a smirk before continuing with his search. "So you don't want us to get him for your birthday party?" He scrolled down the list, looking through hundreds of people with one thing in common: the name Richard Kimble. "Unless their name is cursed, these guys couldn't have all killed their wives the exact same way."
FoolsErin Faerie13 (And anyone who got left aside earlier. Sorry about that.)
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