Realistic or Modern Crisis Point (Superhero Roleplay)

[fin]

After the fight, Raph was definitely of no use. His energy drained from prolonged running and physical activity, he'd need at least a day's rest. What lingered in his mind though was that Knight had so easily called the draw in the fight, for a super villain with such a vendetta against Supernova, Zoom would've though more of the fight. The damage to the building was much, but not catastrophic, he was sure Chimirel Industries could make some sort of donation to the hospital after the fight. Having alerted Roy to come over as his driver, Raph made his way down the building, avoiding debris from the past battle. His legs ached as he walked, weighted and uncomfortable. As he made it to the main floor, he yawned as paparazzi and news reporters flooded the sidewalks. "My condolences to everyone affected by the attack at the hospital, I'll find a way to make a secret donation." He promised with a smirk. "What else do you have to say about Zoom's attack or that at the Powerplant."

He sighed, before putting on a serious face. "Citizens of Brockton, I promise you, the heroes alongside the PRT will protect you from whatever danger lurks. If any information is known about these happenings at the power plant or here, at the hospital, contact the police department or the PRT officers. They'll very much be of help. That's it, mes amis." Raph finally escaped the camera flashing as the reporters made their way to another hero. He turned to a nearby alley, leaning on a dumpster as he awaited Roy. It shouldn't be long.

Birdsie​

 

[Damafaud]

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Alpha Regan
Reflection
Street ==> Random House
Potential Interaction: IlluminatiChan​

He froze at his place. The TV downstair had just turned on. Was it a ghost? No, there was no such thing like ghost when there was still sunlight. Another intruder? But the mechanism he set on the front and back door didn't turn on. Alpha gulped down a mouthful of saliva as the worst possibility entered his mind.

The owner of the house was a parahuman.

That would spell the end of him. He had entered picked an empty house at random and entered in with his manipulation over mirror pane. The cut he made on the window was still downstair in the kitchen. A clean, circular cut. A cut that would easily be found by the owner. Calming himself, Alpha turned on his ability to merge with the background. He felt his presence grew fainter. Less noticable. Less important.

Alpha tiptoed down the stair, careful not to make a noise. His ability allowed him to be unnoticed, as long as he didn't do anything to attract attention to himself. The moment he made a huge noise in the silent house would be the moment he would be found. He went down another step. Carefully, letting the ball of his foot hit first before shifting his gravitational centre. Slowly, carefully.

He put his left foot too far.

Alpha slipped down the stair.

 

[IlluminatiChan]

Darian continued watching the t.v. for a few minutes, before he got to get a drink from the kitchen. Walking into the kitchen the first thing he noticed was the circular cut in his window. He began inspecting the window, seeing a very clean cut. Electricity crackled as he charged up a small bolt of lightning in his hand. He began to walk around the house, looking for the intruder if he was still there. Suddenly, he heard something tumbling down the stairs. He ran towards the stairs, and saw a man on the who had obviously just fallen down the stairs. Darian began laughing, and said "Damn dude, you're reeeally unlucky. Of all the houses in the suburbs you could've robbed you had to pick this one." Darian fired the small bolt of black lightning at the man. While the bolt wouldn't do any actual damage, it'd sure cause him hell of a lot of pain.

Interactions: Damafaud

 

[Safety Hammer]

Tyr was in the middle of ordering another drink when he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate. With one quick look, he pulled it from his pants and flipped open the lock screen to see that it was Bailey who was texting him. They had met through a friend of a friend and had gotten along rather quickly.

Strong Girl

me

How am I supposed to know?

them

I don't know, it seemed like your area of expertise.

them

Hey, can you come get me from the hostpital?

"Shit." He grumbled under his breath, after scanning what she had sent him. Why the hell was she at the hospital. Plus the hospital was about twenty minutes away from where he was right now. That also meant that he would have to leave the bar and go outside into the cold. And he was just getting a nice buzz going, too. He stood up, and paid his tab, before texting her a quick message

Strong Girl

me

How am I supposed to know?

them

I don't know, it seemed like your area of expertise.

them

Hey, can you come get me from the hostpital?

me

Sure. But I'll have you know that you're pulling me away from the bar

FireMaiden

 

[FireMaiden]

Bailey Del'Lanis aka Majesty
Brockton Bay Hospital
Taking a seat on an outdoor bench, Bailey looked out of place. Her clothes were yirn and burned, her hair was a mess, and her PRT Vest laying beside gave way that she just wasn't a normal woman sitting outside. Taking a deep breath, she slumped back on the bench, letting her head fall back, until her phone buzzed.

Tyr

them

How am I supposed to know?

me

I don't know, it seemed like your area of expertise.

me

Hey, can you come get me from the hostpital?

them

Sure. But I'll have you know you're pulling me away from the bar.

me

Oh cry me a river. I've had a long day, and I'll give you gas money when you drop me off.

Of course he'd be drinking, that's all he ever seemed to do. If it weren't for the fact he was a halfway decent guy then maybe she would have taken up Ralph's offer. But then again, someone she didn't know to well knowing where she lived, that wasn't a thought that set easy. Slouching back onto the bench, Bailey began to play a phone game to pass the time. Safety Hammer

 

[Birdsie]

Roy
Eastern Brockton Bay, near the Boardwalk

The chauffer's black window-tinted limousine came to a stop within the alley's periphery. An old man, in his mid-to-late 50's, came out of it and walked around to the other side of the limousine, opening a door for Raphael. "Quickly, sir. You have a meeting with the PRT director in fourteen minutes, regarding your..." He cleared his throat. "Entry."

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Doctor Menlo
Powerplant

Menlo freely walked by the policemen, who assumed he was supposed to be there. Being a certified hero in costume, fried or not, with actual identification and all that, had its perks. When you were at a crime scene, you were pretty much free to do what you wanted. Everyone would simply assume 'Oh, yeah, he's supposed to do that. He can do that. It's a part of his job.'

He spun on his heel, facing Toxin. He clapped his hands with an asymmetrical smile, unfitting with his burned appearance. "Alright, my lovely sidekick! I will check the camera records. Meanwhile, you go and ask the boys in blue about what they found."

He paused, then leaned in and whispered: "I just called you lovely, you should feel validated, cherished, and honored." He hoped that a more positive environment would affect her rehabilitation, but mostly he was just teasing her.

Octo Girl

 

[Archdemon]

Jesse Miles
Location: Powerplant Crime Scene
Action: Keeping an eye out for the detectives

Jesse was helping out a few officers about how to spot certain things and what specifically to look for. If they find anything that looks like it could be parahuman stuff in nature, they are to inform him. Jesse then turned towards the crime scene and walked past the yellow tape. He was the best the BBPD had for investigating crime scenes because of his enhanced perception.

He then noticed two individuals within the scene and since he was an officer, he had to go check them out. As he got closer he recognized one of the two, he believed the man was Doctor Menlo with the PRT but he was unfamiliar with the female. Still he had a job to do and if there two weren't allowed to be there they would be asked to leave.

He calmly walked up and tipped his hat.

"Howdy, I'm Sheriff Jesse Miles. You are inside the crime scene made by at least two notorious criminals. I'd like ter see ya License and registration please, and if you are official PRT officers I'd like to see your paperwork and badge. 'ave to check since it's part of my job, can't let anybody just waltz in. If ya aren't PRT members I will have ta ask y'all ta leave."

Jesse was unlike any of the officers there. Instead of the usual outfit, he wore more southern clothing typical of someone from the wild west. He had a cowboy hat on with a golden star on top saying sheriff. He had two holders on each side holding up two magnum revolvers. He was also wearing what seemed to be combat armor as well and on the left side showed his name.

Birdsie Octo Girl

 

[fin]

Zoom looked up as the tinted limo pulled up to the ally side. Raphael brushed through his hair as he made his way down the dark night's gravel of the alley floor, water bouncing off of his suit as he stepped through puddles to make his way. He stopped at the door, nodding at the grey-haired man as he made his way into the vehicle. "Thank you, Roy. I'll prep in the car for the meeting." As the car finally reached ignition, Raph took his time to change in the back-space of the limousine, a black name-brand tuxedo paired with a red dress shirt and Ray Ban glasses. Finally prepared for the PRT invite he'd received, specifically back when the power plant had been attacked, Raph had been contacted by the organisation to work as a parahuman help. Raph wasn't sure if he would actually agree to their terms, he'd been working fine as Zoom all by himself, with Chimirel Industries and all his extra work, Zoom was a mantle he took only on his own time. Being constantly paroled by the PRT wasn't something Raph was looking forward to, though, hopefully they did have something he could adapt to. Disclosing his identity was another thing he would definitely be hesitant about, but was prepared to do. They were, government-funded right? Had to be some sort of employee confidentiality. Finally calmed down from his list of over thinking, Raph pulled out a stash of secret beer he hoarded in the limo and began downing the sip, it wasn't like he would be wasted. His parahuman ability didn't allow him to get drunk, maybe just very pressed.

Birdsie​

 

[Birdsie]

After seven minutes, the vehicle arrived near the PHQ bridge entry. Roy identified his purpose and the forcefield bridge was erected forward, letting the vehicle drive. The drive was brief, only a minute and a half long.

Roy opened the limousine door for Zoom. As soon as Raphael walked out, he'd be met with four armed PRT officers. One of them would run a very quick, standard-procedure patdown on both him and Roy before the former was let in and led into the depths of the PHQ by a pair of PRT officers. Roy remained with the limousine and waited for his master's return there.

The hallways of the PHQ were white-gray in color, with occasional colored stripes marking different zones. They passed by Tinkertech workshops where several heroes - known and perhaps unknown to Raphael - were creating and testing new equipment. They then passed by a training zone where he would see things like people ripping apart steel robots with their bare hands or a woman melting a beam with fire from her eyes.

They arrived to an elevator and the PRT agent pressed the button marked '8.' The elevator arrived in a flash, then they walked down the hallway and made a turn right. There, at the end of the hallway, was a double set of doors. Entering through, there was a man at a desk. A man in his early-to-mid 30s with a pair of glasses, brown hair, and a blocky face. He was austere and looked impersonal, but he flashed an expression almost approaching a smile when Zoom entered.

The PRT agents left the two alone. The man stood up and approached Raphael to shake his hand. "Deputy Director Coleman. I'm afraid Mr. Leighton is very busy today, with the recent events and whatnot. I was assigned to handle your induction, explain the benefits that the Protectorate offers to employed capes, and introduce you to our expectations for you, Mr... Zoom." He hesitated between using his real name and cape name.

"Please, have a seat," he motioned to the chair, then circled the desk and sat down behind it himself. "I apologize for the security, but shapeshifters and such do exist in our times. I'm sure you understand."

Doctor Menlo
Powerplant

Menlo spun around and looked at the sheriff, who introduced himself. "How about voice confirmation instead? Hm, wait..." Doctor Menlo stroked an invisible, imaginary beard, then clicked his fingers. He gestured to the location they were in. "If you plant a light bulb in your garden, does it grow into a power plant?"

...

"Uh, uh, hang on!" Menlo paused, he looked the hero in the eyes. The way he spoke was slow and full of anticipation. "What do you call a detective electrician?"

...

He grinned sheepishly. "Sherlock Ohms?" Beat. "Eh? Eeeh? Alright, fine. Have a look at my ID." Menlo looked through his pockets and took out a barely-preserved, charred, almost black, but still mildly readable identification tag. He looked at it briefly, sighing, then handing it to Jesse. "It got burned like almost the rest of my equipment. I'm probably gonna need a new one, damn. "

Menlo then realized something was amiss. A moment passed and he cast a glance at Toxin, then back at Jesse. He pointed his thumb to her. "Oh - and she's with me - she's my ex-nemesis, but she prefers the term 'rehabilitated sidekick.'"

Archdemon

 

[fin]

Raph wasn't expecting it when Roy opened the limo door, the next thing he saw were the four officers that'd bombarded him. Well, not much of a surprise, his superhuman reflex had already warned him, though he wasn't one to start a scene at first impression. He would soon be escorted into the main headquarters, leaving behind his chauffeur. Raph took in a breath, he wasn't quite sure what to expect after this. Passing the Tinkertech workshops, Raph held back gaping his mouth in awe at the number of heroes he'd recognised, followed by the training zone, watching sparks fly as robots were torn to shreds by bulked men and women, powered others melting down beams or iron. "Impressive..." Raph whispered, adjusting his cuff link as they continued down the walk.

The elevator was one thing that Raph hadn't expected, his gut unsettled as they left off on the eighth floor. He gathered the rest of his balance, finishing the walk down the walk towards the double set of doors. Raph gave a sheepish smile at the man as he entered the room, watching as the PRT officers that'd brought him there retreaded. Raphael took a shake at Director Coleman's hand at the introduction,"Raph Chimirel, pleasure." He responded, taking his own seat. "You can just call me Raph by the way. Zoom's what the fans called me." He joked, "Where do we start?"

Birdsie ​

 

[Birdsie]

Deputy Director Coleman
PHQ - Deputy Director's Office

"A very curious name," the director admitted.

"Then, Raph. Let's begin with a..." Coleman picked up the file on his desk. A yellow folder with a red [TOP SECRET] on it. A dark azure stripe suggested Thinker-collected data. "Background check."

He strapped it open, then began reading after adjusting his glasses with one push of the bridge. "Raphael Dante Chimirel, born blah, blah, to Maria and Louis Chimirel the second, in uptown Brockton."

He looked up from the file for a split-second, his eyes peering into Raph's own, as if looking for affirmation to what is being said. After no longer than even one second, the director continued. As he read the next part, the director nodded approvingly, but the scary thing was that he didn't read it aloud anymore.

"We're off to a good start," Coleman noted, then continued reading, his austere expression softening somewhat. A minute or so passed and Coleman flipped a page. Then another thirty seconds passed and he did it again. Ten seconds and he flipped it again. Five seconds and he did it the last time, seeing the last page of the report. His expression soured.

Little did the cape opposite of the director know that half of the report mentioned the Chimirel's family criminal activity, activity as a drug cartel, and Lous Chimirel's identity as the "Big Boss," as well as the truth about Zoom's mother. Coleman has not mentioned any of the above. As far as Raph knew, Coleman thought he was the average cape born into a rich family and with an ordinary trigger.

Which is exactly why the next part would be shocking.

He laid down then now-closed file on the desk.

"So, to sum up, Raph," Coleman said. "You were - with all due respect - a prodigious lad born into a family with a mother vigilante and your father basically a supervillain. During your Trigger Event, you inherited your mother's powers - or at least something similar to them - and began uncovering and obstructing your father's evil activities. You took on the moniker of Zoom and began fighting crime."

A long silence.

"I'm just impressed, really." He stood up and circled around the desk, then walked to the window that showed the entire city. He motioned to it with a hand. "Do you see that? A city of people, unrelated to you. There is a reason why villains outnumber us two-to-one. Not many pick up themselves too well after a traumatic Trigger Event. But you? Even against so many odds, you persevered and stuck to righteous morality - a beautiful ideal - and a perfect comic book prompt."

Coleman stood around, then continued speaking.

"I knew a boy back in my day, we were friends. The lad was much like you, an upstanding member of society. His fate, however, was much darker. His Trigger Event happened when his parents died in a car crash and he was the only to come out alive, albeit hurt on so many levels... The event broke him, completely. All good in his heart extinguished that day and he became a paragon of evil, far scarier than anything I've ever seen, perhaps with the Endbringers as a sole exception."

Another long silence.

"I would be more than pleased to have you within our organization on behalf of Director Leighton. Now, let's talk benefits. Shall we? Have you ever dreamt of any specific Tinker technology to be added to Zoom's repertoire of gadgets? We can provide that. We can provide much of anything, in fact. We offer teams, sidekicks, support of the government, you'll have your own merchandising brand, and the money will go to the Supervillain and Endbringer charity funds."

"Most importantly, we offer a warm community. People much like you - those that, against odds, stuck to the light. What do you say, Raph?"

fin (Came out longer than I wanted to, but, eh.)

 

[fin]

Raph looked anxiously at the folder marked 'Top Secret,' gritting his teeth as Director Coleman ran through the pages. A bad habit he'd picked up, Raph nervously adjusted his cuff links again as Coleman read out the pages. Raphael almost stood out of his seat as Coleman mentioned his mother, he hadn't a single care for his father, though word of his mother was one that stung him front and centre. He slowly returned to his seat when he'd realised where he was, Coleman probably didn't even realise how much that had meant to him. He much acknowledged the silence Coleman had given him before the director began speaking once more.

When Coleman had finally finished singing, Raph had already a list of things to go through. "Actually, the suit I wear isn't actually my design. There's a great tinker you should meet, Mateo Lopez... probably in your uh... records." Raph took a glance down at the folder before turning his gaze back to the director. "He's working on a suit right now actually, he wouldn't mind some extra time in your think tanks or whatever room I saw down on the first floor. He's using some type of nanotechnology, though I don't understand those sciences very much." He added with a wave of a hand.

"How 'bout a team too. I work real well with Dr. Menlo, he's been a hand. Is that a request I can make?"

Birdsie ​

 

[Birdsie]

Deputy Director Coleman
PHQ - Deputy Director's Office

"A tinker that dabbles in nanotechnology? I'd love him on our team, and I'm sure Mr. Leighton will share my opinion," Coleman said, as he slowly approached and sat back down.

He fixed his gaze on Raph's eyes curiously for a moment, as if trying to cold read him. Three seconds passed and he nodded slowly with a scrunched up forehead, almost shrugging simultaneously. "Dr. Menlo... I believe I can arrange that. Furthermore, you'd have to work with his sidekick, Toxin. She's an ex-villain from the Baumann Containment Center - she was given the offer of work as a cape as a part of her rehabilitation. Perhaps I should look through available heroes and add another cape to this team you're proposing?"

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Insider
???

The communication link opened. The device suddenly turned to speaker mode. "Cryosis. Yes, I know who you are and yes, I know that my foresight of this situation is incredulously auspicious. This is a pre-recorded message designated to play at such a time it would be required; so listen and do not answer." Insider paused, then began promptly explaining the situation that the two villains found themselves in.

"Two PRT squads will arrive at your location in --" His voice made a pause. "-- six-hundred forty-eight seconds - from the moment I stop speaking. They will be expecting only Powerline, but they are well-equipped. One team will enter through downstairs. One team will make their way in through the windows using ziplines - eight seconds after team one enters. I expect you to deal with them surreptitiously or flee. Then, it is prudent you retreat to the location the coordinates of which I will send to you in three... two... one..."

A digital click sound, followed by Insider's voice. It sounded slightly different from the previous message. "This is me speaking. Follow these instructions. After that, we may discuss in detail your wish, Cryosis. Powerline, I want you to bring the energy you stole with you. In case of emergency, I will allow you to hide it for later retrieval. Now, I am done speaking. The clock ticks as I said. Failure will not be tolerated by virtue of the information I provided you with. Good luck."

The communication link turned off just as abruptly as it came on. They were left to deal with the situation on their own.

Captain Gabriel Kloudy

 

[fin]

Raph nodded gratefully as Director Coleman deemed it able for Mateo to use some of the lab time and technology available at the PRT Headquarters. He knew Mateo would appreciate his asking, and saw this as a reward for Mateo as well as another way for him to help others in the city, not always for Zoom, but maybe a hand for other heroes and PRT agents.

Raph hated the cold, long silences Coleman gave, his youthful appearance seemed to vanish whenever the glares surfaced, before retreating once Coleman continued talking. It sent a shiver down his spine, he'd just realised that Coleman knew so much about him, yet he only had very little knowledge on the strange director. He'd finally started paying attention when he heard Menlo's name, and nodded at the clause of having to work with a sidekick or even another cape. "Sounds good to me. A team would definitely be of help, I've got a--' He stopped, Raphael wasn't sure whether or not disclosing his complete hero inventory to the PRT, and refrained from speaking of Zoom Base. Privacy from the organisation was something Raph knew was important, from work at Chimirel Industries where he'd seen multiple businesses crumble from the inside while being to public, having a haven where he knew would go un-watched by the PRT rested Raph, for even just that moment.

"Do I sign something? Membership cards or..?"

Birdsie ​

 

[Octo Girl]

Toxin rolled her eyes as she was about to say something along the lines of 'Yea Yea same song and dance' before the officer interrupted her. She groaned as she took out her ID given to her by the PRT.

"Listen, Cowboy.... I'm Toxin... I need a full on list of all clues from your side of the investigation and I better have it in my hands by the time Menlo here is done with the security footage." she said, in a non friendly kind of way. She was not used to the whole 'Act kindly towards others' philosophy yet but at least she had not threatened the officer directly.

Birdsie Archdemon

 

[Captain Gabriel]

The girl looked at Cryiosis as the communication device emitted the very familiar voice, at least to her, of the villain known as Insider. She listened carefully to the information the man had provided and, as soon as the message stopped, she looked at the coordinates. "Got it." She spoke to herself, going to her backpack and opening it, quickly putting on her costume.

Her mask muffled her breathing and her voice as she spoke, but soon after pressing a button on the side of the mask, the lights of the face-plate turned on, letting out an orange glow around her face and modifying her voice, making it sound way deeper and rougher than it actually is. She placed her hands on the two big car batteries she had placed her energy in, absorbing it very quickly.

She shivered and looked at Cryiosis. “We fight--” She stopped, looking around for a couple of seconds, looking at the clock on her wall. “—you deal with the ones coming through downstairs; I’ll deal with the zip lines.” She ordered, pointing at the front door of her house for him to go there. She took a fork from the silverware drawer and stabbed the power outlet with it, absorbing as much electricity as she could. The entire building her apartment was in went in total blackout. “Let’s get this over with.” She bitterly announced.

There were three windows, and they were all in the same room: the kitchen. She ran and climbed onto the fridge, which was 2,5m tall. She could not be seen from outside, and the dark aided her in her attempt at being sneaky. Very slowly, the orange light illuminating her faceplate faded out, leaving complete darkness in the kitchen. She crouched and made herself as hidden from sight as she could.
Birdsie Kloudy