Event #1: An Introduction to the World

[BackSet]

The east side warehouse district of Centurion City has always had a reputation for holding a super villain base or two. If it weren't for the heroes and the police there wouldn't be any legitimate shipping done there at all. One such base has been trafficking alien weaponry from London and selling it on the black market. Nobody knows where they're getting it from but the customers know who's selling: Johnson Black. He calls himself The Gray and has a classic alien theme while also looking relatively presentable and cool as a villain. Anyway, with the help of some hired goons and enforcers from EDU Corp and the help of his buddies, Johnson Black has cornered the black market on criminal weaponry and tech. If someone doesn't stop him soon, all of centurion city's criminal underworld will be equipped with these weapons.

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Hey guys. This is the first event ever of Platinum Comics. It's meant to help you get a feel for the world and focuses heavily on centurion city with a bit of focus on London and its alien undercity. So if you haven't read up on either of those, go do it now. To join just jump right into this rp with your character. Although, a little warning in the OoC first would be nice.

OOC: [Event OOC] An Introduction to the World OOC

 

[BackSet]

As X-metal flew over the city on patrol he couldn't help but admire how nice it looked. It was bright and clean and the view was wonderful. He had to get back to his dorm to get ready for class soon but for now he would admire the city.

"Aaaaahhhhhhh!!!"

Or not. X-metal headed towards the scream to find a bank robbery. The bad guys seemed to have a cowboy theme but they weren't super villains. Just street thugs.

"Stop! This is a stick up!" One shouted, holding a gun to a young woman's head. It was a pretty strange looking gun. It's barrel pulsed with blue energy. "Give us all your money or the lady gets it!"

X-metal landed next to the bank and silently walked in through the doors. The criminals didn't notice. They were too focused on the banks staff and civilians looking to take out loans. Oblivious to the obvious similarities between what he was doing and a scene from Spiderman: Homecoming, X-metal tried to find the perfect pose. He did. It was easy. He just leaned against the glass wall with his arms crossed.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He said, trying to sound calm and succeeding pretty well actually.

 

[Killerclown]

Funnybone grinned as he approached the warehouse. He heard from one of his Best Friends that The Gray, or Mr. Alien-Man as Funnybone always called him, was selling alien technology. Funnybone, who was always looking for new toys, came to the warehouse today to possibly buy some of these toys and use them for the new game he was planning for the city. As he walked towards the entrance, he looked to his left and right and let out a childish chuckle. Walking next to him on both sides were two men wearing tuxedos and masks. The man to his right was wearing a mask that resembled a yellow smile face while the man to his left wore a mask of Abraham Lincoln. These, of course, were his henchmen, or his "playmates as he called them, and of course, they were accompanying him to this deal to keep him safe.

When Funnybone made it to the entrance, he knocked on the door to the tune of "shave and a haircut, to bits" while saying," Knock-knock."

 

[BackSet]

The Gray

"Sir, it's your customer. The clown one." Said The Gray's henchman.

Johnson Black or The Gray as he preferred to be called had managed to open a successful illegal alien technology racket. And his buisness was booming.

"Let him in." He said, his voice smooth and sauve. Or so he liked to think at least. The Gray was wearing a gray business suit with a tie featuring a picture of a classic gray alien and a pin over his left breast pocket featuring another classic gray alien. His black hair was slicked back in a hairstyle reminiscent of Elvis Presley. If you looked at him you'd think he looked rediculous but The Gray thought he looked sharp.

 

[Killerclown]

Funnybone chuckled childishly as the door opened. As he walked into the warehouse, people would notice that Funnybone was wearing clothing straight from the 18th century, had neatly combed hair and had a big, childish grin plastered on his face. Funnybone smiled even more when he saw The Grey and immediately went up to him waving. He then said to him in a incredibly childish voice," Hello Mr. Alien-Man. Do you have any toys for me to buy?" By toys, Funnybone meant weapons.

 

[Gobbo]

Servo

Time certainly moved strangely when stuck in a body that isn't your own. Three weeks had passed, and though they felt like the longest Jason had ever experienced, the time had also passed in a flash. That was probably the strangest thing to get used to, all things considered. He had actually managed to acclimate to his new body relatively easily, the mass of motors and metal it was. All a testament to how well it was built, he figured. Though, there was hardly any time to stoke his ego, as over the last few weeks he found himself moving and hiding as best he could.

The night he died, which was strange enough to think about on its own, the police had arrived at his house. He had hid out in an abandoned house the next street over and watched, and not long after that had picked up a nearby radio transmission. They were looking for the murderer and the 01 chassis. Though they wouldn't find the former, they could most certainly find the latter.
He had moved from place to place, leaving the outer neighborhoods as he made his way towards the city. He had managed to secure clothes and a jacket with a deep hood, and though he didn't really need them to stay warm, they certainly helped to shield most of his strange new body from public view. He certainly looked homeless, which helped him stay invisible to most of the public. It was a sad truth, but it certainly helped him remain unnoticed.

However, he found he had to keep moving around. The police had come close to finding him twice now, and he certainly didn't want another close call. It wasn't that he was afraid of the police, but he was afraid of what would happen if they didn't believe that he was who he really was. They could very easily assume that he was an A.I. gone rogue and destroy him. So, he kept moving, keeping to the alleyways and dark corners of the city until he could find a more permanent place to stay.
In his search, he had found himself wandering along one of the larger thoroughfares through the city. It was a dangerous path, but so long as he kept close to the buildings and kept his head down, nobody even glanced at him. Maybe he could even risk taking the bus? Get as far away as he could from the city, and try to find somewhere new...

As he was lost in his thoughts, a sudden scream caught his attention. It was coming from a nearby bank, and before he could stop himself he rounded the corner and looked through the window. A bank robbery? That wasn't good... A robbery meant police, and police meant bad news for him. He knew it was a terrible idea to be anywhere near that place, so why was he suddenly walking towards the door? Whether it was an outside force, or his own sense of justice, he found that he couldn't stop and just leave. People could get hurt, or killed... And if he didn't do anything to stop it, he knew the guilt would haunt him.

With his head down, the hood shielding his face from view, and his hands in his pockets... he stepped straight into the bank. He didn't bother to hide, or even to look at the thugs... He simply stared at the ground in silence. Now that he was inside, about to be in the thick of it...
He had no idea what the hell he was supposed to do.

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[BackSet]

Johnson Black

"Funnybone, good to see ya." The Gray said, laughing. At the mention of "toys The Gray's smile got even wider. "Well," he said, as two crates were wheeled into the light. "Take a look. I'm sure you'll find something you like." He was talking as if this was a clothing store or a resteraunt. Not a illegal weapons deal.

Killerclown

X-metal

X-metal was surprised when some other guy walked in. Who was he? A superhero? Oh well, no time to worry about that now. The gang had turned on him.

"Hey!" One yelled. "Which one of you bozos said that!?" X-metal realized the thug was including the strange man in his question. Probably a good time to be honest.

"I did." He said, trying to make himself look bigger and tougher. "I'm X-metal, the superhero with a robot suit! And I'm here to take you down!"

The thugs just laughed. "You!?" One asked. "You look like a discount mega man!"

"I'm warning you," X-metal said. "I'm immune to bullets."

"Good thing these ain't no bullets." The one with the hostage said, dropping his hostage and taking aim at X-metal. The blast of blue energy that came out of the gun took X-metal by suprise and he had no time to duck out of the way. He was knocked backwards, through the window. "Ow." He said as he got up, not really that hurt but still more hurt than usual.

Gobbo

 

[Gobbo]

Servo

Jason stood stock still, maybe in the hopes that if he didn't move, the thugs wouldn't see him. Of course, he wasn't trying to hide, and he still wasn't sure why he walked into the bank in the first place. There was a real superhero there, he didn't have to actually do anything. He jumped a bit when the thug spoke, sparing a glance at the hero. Was that a mech suit? Wait, did he say he was X-Metal?

Jason was familiar with the name, having seen the guy on the news a few times. He'd always been impressed by the suit, and somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that if given the right materials he could probably replicate it. Looking at it up close, he realized that maybe a powered suit might be past his limit of knowledge.
His thoughts were interrupted when the thug fired, launching X-Metal through the window. His attention snapped back to the thugs as a second one raised his weapon at him.
"What? You want to try it too?" he sneered, before firing.

Jason dodged, reacting and moving faster than he ever had. The 01 chassis' response time was amazingly fast, he realized, launching himself over the blue bolt. He soared through the air, landing in front of the one that shot at him, and before he could stop himself he grabbed the thug by the arm. Picking him up like he weighed nothing he threw him across the bank and into a wall, utterly shocked at the fact that he could do that in the first place. He had never designed the 01 for combat, but it came naturally to the design. And to think, he only made the chassis reactions that fast because he wanted to teach it how to juggle.

A second blast was fired, catching him in the side. It spun him to the ground where he landed on all fours, his jacket smoldering and smoking from the burn. It had taken a huge chunk out of the fabric, revealing a section of his robotic torso. Well, there goes his 'disguise'...
He ducked another blast and launched himself at a second thug, clearing the twenty feet between them in a single jump. Once he had the thug in his grip, a sudden blast of electricity surged from his hands, knocking the man out.
"Uh... I could use a little help in here!" he called to X-Metal, hoping the hero wasn't knocked out in the street. Or worse...

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[BackSet]

X-metal got out of a pile of rubble just in time to hear the man, now revealed to be a robot, asking for help.

"Sure," X-metal said, jumping up high with a helpful boost from his rocket boots and landing behind the robots attacker. Taking the attacker by suprise, X-metal dispatched him in one punch. Unfourtanetly, the other gang Memebers decided now was a good time to pull out their own strange weapons. "What are these things!?" X-metal asked, dodging the beams. He wished he had time to research. Sadly, villains never let you do research.

 

[Gobbo]

Servo

Jason just barely dodged another blast, before wrenching the gun out of the thug's hand. It crumpled under his grip, and he let out a low curse at the fact that he'd just destroyed a rather impressive piece of tech.
"Why are you asking me?! I don't know what the hell's going on!" he yelped as another blast just barely missed him, setting his jacket on fire. He quickly removed it, tossing the flaming heap of fabric to distract another thug before dispatching him.

If he were honest with himself, he would admit that this was actually pretty awesome. Terrifying, yes, but awesome at the same time. He'd never so much as raised a fist to anyone his entire life, yet now he was able to move and fight so fluidly due to his new body. The fighting was sloppy, sure, with him over-reaching on punches or missing his opponents entirely, but he was still fighting! Next to an actual superhero, too! He might even admit that this was fun... But he could think about that later.

 

[BackSet]

X-metal dodged another laser and knocked out the guy who fired it. "I wasn't." He said in reply to the robot. He didn't sound very indingnant while he said it which he silently thanked himself for. "It was a rethorical question asked to no one in particular." He punched another guy. And then watched the robot take out some thugs. "Hey, your pretty good." X-metal said, punching another guy. "Your techniques a bit sloppy but, hey, so was mine when I first started. What's your name?" As X-metal said this he punched a guy trying to sneak up behind him.

 

[Gobbo]

Well, now he felt stupid. Of course it was a rhetorical question. He turned, suddenly catching a fist to the face, and though he flinched he noticed it didn't hurt at all. The thug, however, was clutching his fist in pain. That wasn't too smart on his part.
Jason grabbed him, sending a surge of electricity through him that caused the thug to collapse to the ground.

He glanced over when X-Metal spoke, his head tilting slightly. Well, of course his fighting would be sloppy, he'd never done it before.
"Jason." he answered. "I'm not technically a superhero, so I don't have a cool name or anything." he said, finishing off one of the last of the thugs.

 

[BackSet]

Punching his last thug, X-metal nodded. "You sure?" He asked. He dusted off his hands. "You seem like you'd be great for the job. Of course, I'm not really the authority on that. I only started a year ago myself. If you want a real opinion your gonna want to find a member of the Old Legends team... Assuming any of them are still alive. I heard that one of them owns a camp or something but that might just be a rumor." X-metal bent down to examine the tech the criminals were using. It was interesting. It certainly wasn't of this earth. He picked one of the guns up. As he did he heard sirens. "Oop. I better go. You should probably get out of here too. Don't want the cops catching you on the crime scene." X-metal jumped up and boosted off with his rocket boots. He had to get to class before he was late again.

Gobbo

 

[Gobbo]

Servo

Jason let out a little sigh (despite not having lungs) as the last thug fell, and he looked over at one of the strange weapons. He'd never seen anything like it, but his attention was diverted when X-Metal spoke.
"Wait, really? I don't know..." he muttered, feeling extremely self-conscious. Now that the threat of getting hurt or killed was gone, he realized that this super was the first person to really see him as he was. He rubbed at his arm out of habit, glancing at the ground.
"I... I guess I could try? I mean, I don't have anything else going for me right now..." he said sheepishly.

The sound of sirens snapped him out of his thoughts, and he felt a sudden wave of dread come over him. "O-okay, I should go too... Sorry for jumping in like that..." he said, watching as X-Metal left. He grabbed one of the guns for himself and ran outside, just as one of the cop cars pulled up. In a panic he jumped, latching onto the side of the building as he scrambled up the side to the roof.

 

[BackSet]

Jacob Pierce

Jacob skidded to a halt just inside the classroom. After taking down that bank robbery he had had just barely enough time to make it to class. He took his seat as the bell ran, sighing. Professor Jens walked i directly afterwards. He liked to be "fashionably late" as he called it. Everyone thought it was strange but they weren't going to question it.

 

[Gobbo]

Ronin

"You will be placed on assignment to The Grey. Protect him and his merchandise, and let's hope you do a better job than you did with the X-Metal suit."

Sandra's words echoed through Keiichi's mind as he stepped into the warehouse district, his wounds stinging sharply as they closed. The CEO was ruthless, and made sure Keiichi was aware of his failure in keeping the test subject and X-Metal suit contained. Though he appeared calm on the outside, there was an anger building at the fact that he had failed to stop the brat from stealing the suit. He was just glad that, if he found him, he was under explicit instructions to retrieve the suit by any means necessary.

Brushing those thoughts aside for now and focusing on the present, Keiichi made his way to the building The Grey was hiding in. He lifted his eyepatch, the twitching cybernetic eye processing what it saw. Guards on the other side of the heavy steel door, a few people inside, and that was about it. With a sigh he lowered the eyepatch and suddenly launched himself to the roof, and within a few moments found a window that wasn't secure. He slipped inside silently and made his way to the ground floor without attracting attention, making his way into the light as he kept his focus on the men standing by the crates.
"Perhaps you should have chosen a more secure location, sir." he addressed The Grey. If he weren't under instruction to treat the man with respect, perhaps his utterance of 'sir' wouldn't have sounded so forced.
"You're making my job more difficult than it has to be."

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[BackSet]

The Grey watched as his hired enforcer walked in. He was on loan from EDU Corp and The Grey had been told that he was the best if the best.

"I assure you this is the most secure location you could conceive." The Grey said in response to Ronin's complaining. "It looks exactly like every other superviallain lair and every other warehouse. Finding it would be like finding a needle in a haystack for any heroes who might find out about this." Calling The Grey a superviallain was generous. It was like calling an office boy a master reporter. The Grey was at best a mid level villain due to his expertise in alien weapons and running a successful smuggling ring for them. But the grey had a big ego and so he called himself a superviallain. The grey turned to Funnybone.

"Hey Funnybone." He called. "Find anything that strikes your fancy?"

Killerclown Gobbo

 

[Killerclown]

Funnybone clapped immaturely when he pulled out five alien ray guns and placed him at his feet. He was about to ask how much they would cost when something else caught his interest. He saw a alien exo-suit being pulled in. He jumped up and down immaturely and said to grey in a excited voice," How much does that one cost?"

 

[Gobbo]

Ronin's eye narrowed slightly at how... cavalier the Grey was being. If the building was so secure, then he wouldn't have been able to sneak in through the roof so easily. He kept his stony expression, wondering exactly how long it was going to take before this entire operation came crashing down due to horrible security.

He watched the weapons come out, feeling a sense of displeasure. The way of the sword was all but forgotten, rending warfare a complete joke. Not unlike the buyer of said weapons, who was prancing about like a child. It was in this moment that he realized he would have much rather endured a more torturous punishment, rather than play babysitter to these inferior people.

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[BackSet]

The Grey

The grey looked at the exo suit, then back at Funnybone. Funnybone was his best customer, so he figured he deserved a discount.

"That one?" He said, asking the question rhetorically. "it usually costs around 500 dollars but for you, I'll give you a discount. How's 150 dollars sound?"

Killerclown Gobbo

 

[Killerclown]

Funnybone smiled and clapped immaturely. He then said to Grey as started to reach into his pocket for his wallet,"I'll take that, along with those five laser guns." He then laughed immaturely.

 

[BackSet]

X-metal

Jacob was relieved when the bell rang. Saving the city was easy, classes were hard. Jacob retired to his dorm room and pulled the gun he had grabbed out of his bag. He placed the gun on his desk and grabbed his tool bag from a drawer. He pulled out a screwdriver and started fiddling around with things. He did this for a few minutes and something came loose. It plinked against the desk and Jacob picked it up.

"Hmmm..." He muttered to himself. "A tracking device. I could use this."

The Grey

"Excellent." The Grey said, happy at making a sale. However, one of the hired thugs quickly spoiled his happiness.

"Sir, one of the tracking beacons went out!" The thug said.

"So what, Jerry! Those things go out all the time." usually because the weapons are destroyed by superheroes." The Grey said, miffed.

"Well, yes. That is true." Jerry the thug said. "But this one seperated from a group and then changed color before going out."

The Grey was now noticeably disturbed. In a bad way. "Where?" He asked menacingly.

"C-centurion University Sir." Jerry said.

"Well, Ronin. Looks like you'll get to do what I payed EDU corp to pay you for." The Grey said, quickly going back to his normal self. "Go to Centurion University and find out what's up with the Tracking Beacon." The Grey turned back to funybone. "Now where were we. Oh right, I was selling you stuff. Payed Thugs! Give funnybone five blasters and the Exo Suit and collect the money he's gonna pay us."

Killerclown Gobbo

 

[Killerclown]

Funnybone took a brief interest in the tracker problem but immediately reverted back to his old. childish self when he heard Grey command his goons to give him his weapons. So, with a childish chuckle, he pulled out 1,000 dollars out of his wallet and waited for the thugs to give him his new toys. All the while, he was thinking about what kind of fun he would have with these new weapons, especially the exo-suit.

 

[Karcen]

Des was going about her day as much as she could, though lacking the needs of normal person only ever seemed to leave her with insane boredom. It was true she filled that time with games mostly , but even then you could only play one game for so many days straight before even that got burned out. Still going out was annoying as her liquid metal body always garnered her attention, but well she needed to earn money somehow. Well she had a way and in truth she had never figured out if she needed to file taxes or not for her chosen income, or if it counted as some kind of forgery. The way she made money was by selling herself, though not in the way one might think on hearing that, she sold gold that her body could make. She could make thousands even when the buyers lowered their buying prices just for her, because few could give her little because of the volume she could make.

Still after losing around 30 pounds Des did need to stock up on mass meaning she for once needed to eat. Des didn't often eat as she didn't really taste things and she didn't need to except to replenish mass. In truth it was something she looked forward to it made her feel somewhat human once more after being disconnected from it for so long. She could always go out and fight crime but well that was a lot more work for someone operating on the ground level of things as she didn't have a special phone or the skills to hack the police. Thus she tended to have to get lucky or wait for people to come to her, as some had in the past.

 

[Gobbo]

Ronin

As Ronin watched the transaction take place, he couldn't help but feel a sense of boredom come over him. Of course, the stony expression on his face never changed, except for when one of the Grey's thugs mentioned a tracking device. His eye flicked over to watch the two interact, his arms crossed over his chest. It was prudent to have tracking devices in his weapons, a move that surprised Ronin. He hadn't expected the Grey to think that far ahead.

His attention turned to the Grey when he was given his order, and he nodded in response. At least he didn't have to sit around here and babysit these two anymore. "Yes, sir." he said, turning and heading for the door.
Once outside he paused, wondering why one of the Grey's weapons had found its way to the university. He supposed he would find the answer to that soon. He broke out into a run, leaving the warehouse behind as he set his sights on Centurion University.
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By the time he'd reached the university, the signal from the tracker was dead. He couldn't rely on it to find his target, so he would have to resort to another method. Though there were a lot of people milling around the University, he managed to make his way to the roof unseen. Once there he began to focus on all outgoing and incoming electronic traffic, sifting through the ever-present stream of information. He didn't find anything of use, though he did manage to pick up an extremely faint signal, one that matched the resonance of the X-Metal suit nearby. That piqued his interest, and he focused in on the source of the signal. He had a feeling that the test subject was the one with the tracking device, and luring him out was the best plan he could think of. Rather than scouring the University trying to find him, he had a better idea.

He leaped from the roof, landing in the courtyard. Several students that were milling around jumped and got out of his way, startled by the Ronin's sudden appearance. There was a moment's pause before a sudden flash of purple light appeared, and in the time it took him to draw and sheathe his blade, four students dropped to the ground. They weren't fatal strikes, but it was enough for several of the bystanders to call the police.

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