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Realistic or Modern Heroes of Today: God's Territory
- Thread starter duegxybus
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Empire City
Time: 6:00 PM - 8:15 PM
Today is a simple day in Empire City. Everyone's doing their own thing, and nothing bad happened yet. It's just like, something's waiting to happen. But fortunately, nothing did happen. And it's been that way for the last week. Villain-free, and issue-free alike. Nobody could expect anything better.Time: 6:00 PM - 8:15 PM
As the bustling metropolis filled with the traffic of the evening time, preparing for night, the Empire City suddenly would encounter the rumbling sound of thunder. Rain began to pour from the sky, pattering on the roofs and ground alike, almost summoning a collective groan from everyone who was returning home at the time. Fortunately, there was still time. It was up to those in the city to do anything in this weather. Stay inside? Go outside? Or...in the case of villains...cause some trouble. Well, if they were into that kind of stuff.
Church418
DankWaffles
Dawnblade
Doctor Nope
espoir
Mion
Mega
B
BlueClover
doneanddusted
SodaToast
The Omen of Death
Theflamre
Vagabond Spectre
YoungX
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Doctor Nope
The Geodoodle
Eryn Strider stood against the wall of a random building, waiting for nightfall. He had been tracking down the location of an illegal human trafficking auction for quite some time, and was now preparing for his final raid tonight. Bold aspirations for a 15-year-old, but it's not like he was incapable of the task. Being in the 20% with extraordinary abilities, he should have an advantage over most thugs he came across...
...well, that was the idea at least. Hopefully he wouldn't just get shot immediately. That would suck.
As the rain started coming down, he put his jacket's hood up to protect his head from getting soaked. He didn't really mind the rain as much as those currently around him. As a younger kid, he had plenty of fond memories involving playing outside in the rain, mostly with his mother before she up and abandoned him and his father out of nowhere.
He wished he could make more of those memories, even if it was with dad instead of mom. Unfortunately, with this whole new vigilante thing going on in his life, he barely had enough time to dedicate to simply being a teen. As he waited for night to come, he realised this was the first time he had considered that thought. Decades ago, people his age and even younger dreamt of having these kinds of powers and this kind of lifestyle. But now that he was living said dream, he couldn't help but think about what he was missing out on. Peaceful nights out with friends to see movies and such, instead of risking his life raiding a criminal lair.
The grass was always greener on the other side, he supposed. But maybe for now, as the rain brought colder air with it to calm his nerves, he could enjoy this last hour or so before jumping into the lion's pit.
...well, that was the idea at least. Hopefully he wouldn't just get shot immediately. That would suck.
As the rain started coming down, he put his jacket's hood up to protect his head from getting soaked. He didn't really mind the rain as much as those currently around him. As a younger kid, he had plenty of fond memories involving playing outside in the rain, mostly with his mother before she up and abandoned him and his father out of nowhere.
He wished he could make more of those memories, even if it was with dad instead of mom. Unfortunately, with this whole new vigilante thing going on in his life, he barely had enough time to dedicate to simply being a teen. As he waited for night to come, he realised this was the first time he had considered that thought. Decades ago, people his age and even younger dreamt of having these kinds of powers and this kind of lifestyle. But now that he was living said dream, he couldn't help but think about what he was missing out on. Peaceful nights out with friends to see movies and such, instead of risking his life raiding a criminal lair.
The grass was always greener on the other side, he supposed. But maybe for now, as the rain brought colder air with it to calm his nerves, he could enjoy this last hour or so before jumping into the lion's pit.
Dawnblade
I'm the 'Life' of the party - medic joke
She drove through the streets of the empire city, a song by the Dropkick Murphys playing over the radio she had bluetoothed to her phone. Honestly, it seemed like it might be a quiet day she was glad, to say the least in her few years working in the Empire city police department she had seen a lot. Cops blown up by random men with superpowers, men reduced to puddles of green acidic pus, and that was some of the less gory ones. Yep, she could get behind this whole quiet day thing even if it was just a temporary reprieve from the day to day violence that came with the supers.
The little impacts of rain droplets on the top of her patrol car drew a little smile on her face, she could see some of the richer jerks get caught out in it if it really got bad. She smiled as it absolutely started pouring down, women and men alike were drawn indoors or towards the waiting doors of Ubers. "Run you dirty animals run" She whispered to her self, it was a joke but one she would have gotten in trouble for if anyone heard her. She loved watching those D-bags that ran through the crowded sidewalks shirtless get the hose from nature, 'let's show our abs to children in the street' seemed like a bad idea now didn't it?
She drove on the only change in her life the steady sweeping of windshield wipers, barely registered to her. She drove on turning onto 8th and seeing another cop, she performed the normal greeting which was to oink at them like a dip shit, it was ok when other cops did it. Either way, she started to get more serious afterword as she was approaching the dead zone, it was named after its "superpower" of having someone end up dead in it every night without fail. Other cities called it the slums, honestly she didn't care what it was called all she knew was it was a good place for a cop to get shot. It was a good place for anyone to get shot, she quietly shifted her powers into her powers into her legs, arms, head, torso, and ballistic vest.
People couldn't tell who she was from inside the car so they wouldn't know she had powers of her own, if they could she would have been mostly safe. She had acquired a small reputation for ripping through the wall of a trailer to rip a man from the interior, he had been holding his family hostage at gunpoint. Not all of him had survived being torn through the mostly metal wall and when the paramedics showed up they declared him DOA dead on arrival. She hadn't been punished but it had gotten her strange looks and a few visits to a psychiatrist, of course, being covered in blood after tearing someone almost in half tended to do that.
The little impacts of rain droplets on the top of her patrol car drew a little smile on her face, she could see some of the richer jerks get caught out in it if it really got bad. She smiled as it absolutely started pouring down, women and men alike were drawn indoors or towards the waiting doors of Ubers. "Run you dirty animals run" She whispered to her self, it was a joke but one she would have gotten in trouble for if anyone heard her. She loved watching those D-bags that ran through the crowded sidewalks shirtless get the hose from nature, 'let's show our abs to children in the street' seemed like a bad idea now didn't it?
She drove on the only change in her life the steady sweeping of windshield wipers, barely registered to her. She drove on turning onto 8th and seeing another cop, she performed the normal greeting which was to oink at them like a dip shit, it was ok when other cops did it. Either way, she started to get more serious afterword as she was approaching the dead zone, it was named after its "superpower" of having someone end up dead in it every night without fail. Other cities called it the slums, honestly she didn't care what it was called all she knew was it was a good place for a cop to get shot. It was a good place for anyone to get shot, she quietly shifted her powers into her powers into her legs, arms, head, torso, and ballistic vest.
People couldn't tell who she was from inside the car so they wouldn't know she had powers of her own, if they could she would have been mostly safe. She had acquired a small reputation for ripping through the wall of a trailer to rip a man from the interior, he had been holding his family hostage at gunpoint. Not all of him had survived being torn through the mostly metal wall and when the paramedics showed up they declared him DOA dead on arrival. She hadn't been punished but it had gotten her strange looks and a few visits to a psychiatrist, of course, being covered in blood after tearing someone almost in half tended to do that.
YoungX
Hue Master
"Things are quiet tonight but I know better. The roaring thunderclouds only foreshadow the beginning of tonight's rampage. And that's exactly why I'm here patrolling the town."
Gum Meister, AKA Banjo McCreed, would be surveying the city via rooftop of a tall office building. As someone who had only recently joined, he would find himself on basic patrol until told to group with others. Besides that he wasn't allowed to operate on his own just yet. In fact, he wasn't very far from HQ to begin with.
"Man it's really quiet tonight, but I do know better. Soon I'll be there on the frontlines with the other heroes, fighting crime and keeping the peace. For now... I watch."
Gum Meister goes back to survrying the area from his current location.
Gum Meister, AKA Banjo McCreed, would be surveying the city via rooftop of a tall office building. As someone who had only recently joined, he would find himself on basic patrol until told to group with others. Besides that he wasn't allowed to operate on his own just yet. In fact, he wasn't very far from HQ to begin with.
"Man it's really quiet tonight, but I do know better. Soon I'll be there on the frontlines with the other heroes, fighting crime and keeping the peace. For now... I watch."
Gum Meister goes back to survrying the area from his current location.
Mega
Junior Member
Victoria Morris glanced up at the sky from where she was perched, pulling the rim of her hat down to cover her eyes. She hated rain. It made everything harder, soaking through wood and raising the humidity. What was she supposed to do with wet material? Nothing, that’s what. And it had been such a nice day to. A nice week actually, though considering that, she should have anticipated this. Whatever, she needed to get out the rain before it really started coming down.
Swinging herself over the edge of the building, she fell a little ways before catching a rung of the fire escape ladder. The harsh motion jarred her shoulder, but only enough to sting for a moment. It wasn’t even injured, so Vicky ignored the brief soreness and braced her feet against the sides to slide the rest of the way to the ground.
As she predicted, the rain was starting to pick up, changing from a sprinkle to a deluge, threatening to soak her to the bones in an instant. When she hit the ground, she broke into a sprint, gunning for the thick wooden door of a building across the street.
She wasn’t exactly in the nicest part of town, but this particular building seemed more manageable than the others, made of sturdy bricks with signs of a well-made basement peaking above the worn sidewalk. Approaching the door, Vicky viciously stamped out the desire to just burn the door out of her way. It was raining way too hard for a fire to last long enough to get through the door.
Instead, when she was a good couple feet from it, she planted her left foot, causing her momentum to launch the rest of her forward. She quickly raised her right leg, bearing down on the solid door with all the strength of a seasoned brawler and the desperation of a drowning cat. Upon impact, her foot lit up anyway, only to immediately be put out by the rain. The door creaked, but held, and for a moment it seemed as if her efforts were in vain. She leaned more fully into it, and after another agonized groan, the door gave way, slamming inward and cracking against something too close to it to be a wall.
Surprised, Vicky slowly lowered her leg, then realizing she was still caught in the rain, slipped inside. Glancing around, her eyes alighted on the motionless figure of a large bald man, mostly muscle though well dressed. He was bleeding heavily from his forehead, the center of the wound slightly depressed.
“Oops,” she whispered to herself, smiling sheepishly in apology. “Ah well, no use dwelling on the past.”
Casually strolling past her victim of circumstance deeper into the building, it quickly became apparent this wasn’t just another random abandon building. For one it was too lived in. There wasn’t an excessive amount of dust covering everything, and sure, that could just mean it had been abandoned recently, but more than that, everything still worked. Under the cacophony of the rain, Vicky could hear the buzz of electricity.
With zero regard to stealth, Vicky traipsed around in the open until, somehow not running into anyone, she stumbled across a thick metal door. It looked new, compared to the rest of the building, probably installed by whoever was using it as their base of operations. Well, locks were made for breaking.
Except she was still soaked and dripping an ocean everywhere she walked. Ugh. Stripping out of her coat and jacket, she took a second to stuff them into the equally waterlogged backpack she had. Better, though not by much.
Swinging the bag back onto her back, Vicky pressed one hand against the metal door, igniting it and heating the door until it glowed a vivid orange. The door, softened enough to cave under about fifteen minutes worth of kicking and pounding, crumpled to reveal a long flight of stairs. Vicky took a moment to appreciate how long it was, then sprinted down them three at a time until she reached the bottom.
Going too fast to even consider stopping, she slammed into the poor guy taking notes on a clipboard some ways into the room. They both went sprawling to the ground, the man’s head bouncing off the ground with a dull thud. Vicky sprung lightly back to her feet, glancing down at the groaning body under her.
“Sorry.” Man, that was two in one day; she was really on a roll.
Stunned silence followed, the others in the room staring at her with wide eyes, giving her time to take in her surroundings. There were cages lined up against the wall, people bound and gagged, trapped within them. Well then.
Sense finally returned to one of the abductors and the alarm sounded.
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Doctor Nope
A ghost watches from the shadows maybe)
Swinging herself over the edge of the building, she fell a little ways before catching a rung of the fire escape ladder. The harsh motion jarred her shoulder, but only enough to sting for a moment. It wasn’t even injured, so Vicky ignored the brief soreness and braced her feet against the sides to slide the rest of the way to the ground.
As she predicted, the rain was starting to pick up, changing from a sprinkle to a deluge, threatening to soak her to the bones in an instant. When she hit the ground, she broke into a sprint, gunning for the thick wooden door of a building across the street.
She wasn’t exactly in the nicest part of town, but this particular building seemed more manageable than the others, made of sturdy bricks with signs of a well-made basement peaking above the worn sidewalk. Approaching the door, Vicky viciously stamped out the desire to just burn the door out of her way. It was raining way too hard for a fire to last long enough to get through the door.
Instead, when she was a good couple feet from it, she planted her left foot, causing her momentum to launch the rest of her forward. She quickly raised her right leg, bearing down on the solid door with all the strength of a seasoned brawler and the desperation of a drowning cat. Upon impact, her foot lit up anyway, only to immediately be put out by the rain. The door creaked, but held, and for a moment it seemed as if her efforts were in vain. She leaned more fully into it, and after another agonized groan, the door gave way, slamming inward and cracking against something too close to it to be a wall.
Surprised, Vicky slowly lowered her leg, then realizing she was still caught in the rain, slipped inside. Glancing around, her eyes alighted on the motionless figure of a large bald man, mostly muscle though well dressed. He was bleeding heavily from his forehead, the center of the wound slightly depressed.
“Oops,” she whispered to herself, smiling sheepishly in apology. “Ah well, no use dwelling on the past.”
Casually strolling past her victim of circumstance deeper into the building, it quickly became apparent this wasn’t just another random abandon building. For one it was too lived in. There wasn’t an excessive amount of dust covering everything, and sure, that could just mean it had been abandoned recently, but more than that, everything still worked. Under the cacophony of the rain, Vicky could hear the buzz of electricity.
With zero regard to stealth, Vicky traipsed around in the open until, somehow not running into anyone, she stumbled across a thick metal door. It looked new, compared to the rest of the building, probably installed by whoever was using it as their base of operations. Well, locks were made for breaking.
Except she was still soaked and dripping an ocean everywhere she walked. Ugh. Stripping out of her coat and jacket, she took a second to stuff them into the equally waterlogged backpack she had. Better, though not by much.
Swinging the bag back onto her back, Vicky pressed one hand against the metal door, igniting it and heating the door until it glowed a vivid orange. The door, softened enough to cave under about fifteen minutes worth of kicking and pounding, crumpled to reveal a long flight of stairs. Vicky took a moment to appreciate how long it was, then sprinted down them three at a time until she reached the bottom.
Going too fast to even consider stopping, she slammed into the poor guy taking notes on a clipboard some ways into the room. They both went sprawling to the ground, the man’s head bouncing off the ground with a dull thud. Vicky sprung lightly back to her feet, glancing down at the groaning body under her.
“Sorry.” Man, that was two in one day; she was really on a roll.
Stunned silence followed, the others in the room staring at her with wide eyes, giving her time to take in her surroundings. There were cages lined up against the wall, people bound and gagged, trapped within them. Well then.
Sense finally returned to one of the abductors and the alarm sounded.
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Doctor Nope
A ghost watches from the shadows maybe)
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BlueClover
*Jumps Through Window*
Nick Tesla
"ROD"
Another night. Another night on the rooftops of Empire city, watching the people walk by. "Ah the sights of this city. It makes me want to see death on the horizon. Watch him try to grab me for the hundredth time only for me to slip through his bony fingers. Fight a drug lord, destroy a entire villain faction, just punch a damn robber....but that might not be it today." Nick got up from his spot and twirled, watching the rain move around his body, sticking to his clothes and gun."ROD"
There was something about the dark street, the pouring rain that made him feel so alive. The little pitter patter of it all was soothing to his ears. However, a wave of sadness soon consumed him as to how boring it was, being alone on the rooftop with no one to enjoy this with. That's when an idea came to mind as he brought out his phone.
Elina
Hey, what's up. Wanna go out tonight?
Not on a date or anything weird like that, I mean a patrol night.
D duegxybus
Elina Driscoll :: Telepoint
Elina had kept her eyes and ears open for any signs of danger, yet didn't seem to find any as she teleported from place to place, rooftop to rooftop, place to place, looking desperately for any signs of danger. It only seemed like a moment before she went on to the next point before finally teleporting back to the original location on top of the HQ. Each motion felt like traveling through the air a hundred times and then reassembling back on the spot. Taking in heavy breaths, Elina looked up only to see it begin to rain. The pitter-patter of the rain hit her ears soon after, a sound she loathed for ages.Elina tried to keep her composure and not yell at the sky, eventually giving in and retreating to an overhang from the roof of the Heroes of Today HQ. As she removed her hood, she heard her phone vibrate in her pocket. A text? Who could it be? Elina's mind began to wander for a second before she remembered; she could just check the cell phone.
Nick
Hey, what's up. Wanna go out tonight?
Not on a date or anything weird like that, I mean a patrol night.
Elina chuckled as she read the message. It was from Nick Tesla, one of the best X-rate heroes that were out there. Being a part of X-ranks itself was a feat to be admired, but Nick was really admirable. Elina could only envy his power; it was such an interesting ability that hadn't been seen before. She walked towards the edge of the building and stepped off the side before disappearing completely, and reassembling her body elsewhere.
"Nick, you wanted to go somewhere? Of course, not on a date or anything weird like that. A patrol night, right?"
Elina's voice rang out from the silence of the rooftop. She had teleported behind Nick like some silly ninja from an anime series that aired every Friday night. She gently tapped his shoulder and chuckled. "Where d'you wanna go first?"
B BlueClover
Riley Ackerson :: 1000 Degree Knife
Riley kept her fingers crossed as she looked at the wall from the HQ. Her eyes concentrated harder and harder on the surface, almost as if her glare was going to burn right through it. However, that didn't seem to happen at all in the slightest. She wasn't even actively using her powers. That was probably for the best as well. She stood up, picked up her cell phone, put on a raincoat, and went outside for a walk. As she continued walking, she looked up at the rooftop of a tall office building.She could barely make out the outline of a figure on the rooftop. More than likely, it was a hero. She walked into the office building, showed an ID (which was only her membership card to the library) and simply entered the elevator. She hit the top floor and went there. As she did, she pulled out her phone and began tapping away at the screen as she entered a single earbud into her ear. Bluetooth was amazing technology, as a wire would normally inhibit the full range of her arm's motion. As she found the roof access hatch, she had finally selected a song that she liked.
Opening the door to the roof access, Riley quickly looked at who was placed on the roof. Riley soon recognized him as Banjo McCreed, a newly joined hero. "Heya, Gummy Gumshoe! Are you just thinking you'll find crime by sitting on this roof?"
YoungX
SodaToast
Toastosterone
Arlen leaned against the lamp post, his head tucked beneath the hood of his cloak to prevent him from getting soaked by the pouring rain. His arms were stiff from being crossed together for so long and he longed for action, for something to uplift his feelings and give him that sensation of being a hero. When he first received the ranking of a V-rank hero, he shrugged it off and made a vow to himself that, no matter what, he would stay dedicated to moving up to X-rank. Still, even after all of his efforts put into training, he often found himself lacking any tasks fit for a hero and his mind began to dull. The occasional V-rank missions were too straightforward for a man like Arlen, yet the organization continues to deem him "not prepared enough" to move up to X-rank. Close, but not yet. He pushed himself off of the lamppost and uttered a quiet sigh before slipping his dripping wet hands into his cloak pockets and heading towards the center of the city, in searches of anything that would spare him from his boredom.
YoungX
Hue Master
As Gum Meister looked out via rooftop, he would be greeted by a fellow hero. He turns around and gives a small smile.
"Oh hey there... Thousand-Degree Knife? Love the name by the way. Anyways I mean I'm like new fresh meat. It's not like I'll be given a mission right away yeah? Just wanted to prepare. My gum can take me there from here much faster than a transport. Sooo... watcha up to?"
It was good to have company, especially someone in the same rank. Comraderie builds better that way. There was optimism in his eyes as well as a look that felt danger before. The experience so far was quite... surreal.
The rain and temperature would provide excellent coverage for his gum. Crime was sure to strike, and the timing couldn't be better. Even then he had his suit to keep himself cool.
"Oh hey there... Thousand-Degree Knife? Love the name by the way. Anyways I mean I'm like new fresh meat. It's not like I'll be given a mission right away yeah? Just wanted to prepare. My gum can take me there from here much faster than a transport. Sooo... watcha up to?"
It was good to have company, especially someone in the same rank. Comraderie builds better that way. There was optimism in his eyes as well as a look that felt danger before. The experience so far was quite... surreal.
The rain and temperature would provide excellent coverage for his gum. Crime was sure to strike, and the timing couldn't be better. Even then he had his suit to keep himself cool.
BlueClover
*Jumps Through Window*
Nick Tesla
"Rod"
Nick didn't get a respond, causing a slight frown at the idea that she wasn't coming. "Well Death, guess tonights dance will have to take a rain check." He stood alone on the roof, watching the rain hit the ground. He started to try and count the drops, his finger guiding the drops down to their destination. "Rod"
However, he only got to 100 when Elina teleported right behind him. With one swift movement, he swerved around with the rifle aiming toward her. "Elina!" His grip loosened on the gun handle as he used it to act similarity to a cane. "Of course, of course. This is just a mere outing of buddies." Nick flung the nozzle of the rifle with his foot, catching it into his arms and cocking. "I'm thinking we should head to the bad part of the city. Who knows, maybe find the leading source of all the drugs in the city." The man gave a confident chuckle, the look of hope gleaming from his eyes. "Are we taking Elina service or go the more dangerous way? The bus."
D duegxybus
BlueClover
*Jumps Through Window*
Dinning Darling
Dance with a Devil
"He came to me
He came to me
That final dayyyyy."
A roar of applause came from the audience at the little club in the nook of town. The velvet vixen on stage gave on final bow before strutting away behind the curtain, blowing a kiss right at the man in front. She vanished from the wanting crowd and the abrupt chatter began again.Dance with a Devil
"He came to me
He came to me
That final dayyyyy."
"Quite staring Mack, her shift is done." The man behind the bar said, as if warning what happens to wandering eyes. "I'd sure love a piece of that." The dirty blonde said, rooting through his pocket in search of a cigarette. "I'm sure she would too. She's a man-eater." They both shared a laugh before the dirty blond grabbed his hat. "Gotta head off, construction work tomorra." The bartender gave one last wave goodbye as the other man left out the door, much to the wandering eyes of another.
The alley was cold and misty, the hint of death floating through the air. The only thing lighting the path was a cigarette, like a knife through butter. The man walked through the shortcut, humming the song of the girl on stage. Wild thoughts going through his mind, all to a smirk that couldn't be seen in that murky dark. That's when another voice wrang out.
"then, he got-"
The man turned but it was already too late. "Away."
5 Minutes Later
The police would be called for what was believed to be a murder from an anonymous tip. The body was mangled, blood smeared the dirty blond hair, and one of the arms was missing. The man was already dead with little tracks to follow other then the bartender from earlier telling his story. 5 Minutes Later
"But I made sure he stayed."
Candy threw away the toothpick and went back on stage for an onchoir and sang her heart out the rest of the night. It was all a good gig in the dashing darlings eyes. All the boys she could entertain, all the drinks she could get, and all the food she could stomach.Riley Ackerson :: 1000 Degree Knife
Riley chuckled. "You know, wanting crime isn't what you should do. It's not a good idea to wait around for something to happen, but it's a better idea to patrol and actively seek out bad stuff. That's what we have to do, at least us in the C list." She smiled and looked down at the street. It was a nice drop down, one that she could probably slow herself with frost breath, but a risk not worth taking. Even when Banjo mentioned gum, Riley got a little bit tensed. "Well, public transport is the best I got. I don't have gum or anything that helps me get anywhere. So, where do you want to go?"
YoungX
Elina Driscoll :: Telepoint
The teleporter stepped back as the gun was pointed towards her, but immediately released her tension and smiled as Nick realized who she was. "I'm interested to find out all about the drugs, but I'd think we should take a bigger team with us to get there in the first place. But at the same time..." She looked around for signs of other heroes. "Getting to see drugs in action would be wicked crazy!" Elina almost laughed. That was when Nick asked the important question. "Are we taking Elina service or go the more dangerous way? The bus.""As much as I'd love to teleport us to the bad side of town, I can't risk anyone knowing I'm an X-list if we teleport that far. I think we're taking the bus. Just keep....keep that rifle out.
B BlueClover
YoungX
Hue Master
"Well... we could always try heading out downtown. Crime usually occurs there right?" He looks down and notices that it was a long way down. Banjo took out a chocolate bar and ate the entire thing.
Banjo would then created two sheets of gum and molded them into gliders.
"Here you are. Your own personal gum glider, free of charge. Shall we make our way over? Once we land, we can just patrol on ground."
Banjo would then created two sheets of gum and molded them into gliders.
"Here you are. Your own personal gum glider, free of charge. Shall we make our way over? Once we land, we can just patrol on ground."
Church418
Peace is a lie, There is only Passion
Dr. Terror
The steady drip-drip-drip of the cavern was the only sound, nearly drowned out by his men setting up the live feeds for the event to come. Here, Johnathan ran his operation. It was a former sewage run off under the city that had been dammed up and dried out for their use. Now you might ask yourself, wouldn’t the City notice when one of their main sewage run offs is no longer functional? Under normal circumstances, yes. But Johnathan and his crew had spent years establishing another sewage run off, absent the cities knowledge, so that their base under the city would not be detected. As far as the authorities could see, Where Johnathan was standing now was currently under 5 feet of water. It was the perfect hideout.
Johnathan grabbed the radio that was connected to an HF antenna that ran to the surface. “Are we in position?” Johnathan asked. He received a series of affirmatives from his men across the board. This would be one of the largest operations they had ever done. It was years in the making and extreme caution was applied top every minute detail. As far as Johnathan knew, the authorities were not even aware.
“Dr. We’re live.” Announced one of his men. Johnathan glanced to his right to see 4 monitors come online, each with a live feed of 4 separate buildings.
Johnathan spoke once more into the radio. “Packages are primed and ready for delivery in 45 seconds.” Johnathan gave a thumbs up to a man sitting in front of a large red lever, who then pulled it down. “Evacuate your areas.”
Johnathan strode over to the monitors and waited in anticipation.
Three: You’re worthless. Why did it take you so long?
Seven: Let me out. You have no authority to keep me in here!
Twelve-Eleven: We will gut you from the inside out! Release us!
Johnathan looked to his left to see “Three” gazing down upon him with dark, empty eyes. He stared back at “Three” for a moment then turned back toward the monitors. Suddenly, Three snapped his head forward so that it was right next to Johnathan’s ear, causing Johnathan to stiffen in fear.
Three: Do not ignore meeeeeee. Ooooo I will severe your head from your body and watch your body spasm! You’re useless!
“The packages will soon go off” Johnathan replied. His men could not see who Johnathan was talking to, but they all knew by now that what they could not see was actually a monster waiting to kill them.
“Here we go!” One of his men announced. Johnathan turned his attention back to the screen.
The cavern echoed with the cheers of his men. Johnathan would remain near the monitors to view the initial damage and casualty reports. "Prepare Phase 2" He announced.
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Doctor Nope
The Geodoodle
Eryn, now in his 'Poltergeist' get up, had prepared to break into the building when he noticed a girl doing it for him. Going invisible and following her in, he counted how many minutes he had left of invisibility as they went along. When he and Victoria reached the basement, he heard the alarm going off.
...not as covert as he had hoped this to be, but this still worked. He had about 5 minutes of invisibility left. Ignoring what Victoria was doing completely now, he noticed that the walls had also been lined with crucifixes that had been hung up. They had probably heard the rumours of the ghostly entity that had been striking their other locations, so at least they were taking precautions.
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As he waved his hand across the walls, the crucifixes inverted themselves which caused most people in the room to freak out. This was immediately followed by abductors getting hit in the face with guns flying from the grasps of their teammates, abductors getting flung about, having their legs pulled out from under their feet, getting sent into walls and just straight up getting beaten to a pulp by the invisible poltergeist. He deployed the THUNDERBALL, an 8-ball attached to a chain in order to help him quickly knock out the thugs. It didn't take that long to neutralise every abductor in the room.
His glowing LED goggles appearing first, he became visible. He looked between the caged captives (who were understandably visibly terrified at what they had just seen) and Victoria.
"....Hi?" he said awkwardly.
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Jack-O-Lite had been preparing a flashy heist for this night. He had cleaned his helmet, polished his gun and made himself look all nice for it. Nobody had spotted him yet, so he was about to make his noisy debut in the bank, but then a few buildings exploded.
"...WHAT THE SHIT?!"
Now everybody was looking at the buildings! No, this wasn't good at all! How was anybody supposed to notice his cool little heist if there was a damn terrorist attack taking all the thunder! Now his debut would have to be postponed!
"I won't even give you the courtesy of leaving your bread in the open bag at all...I'LL DUMP THE BREAD SLICES EVERYWHERE, YOU SON OF A BITCH"
So now Jack-O-Lite was pretty pissed off. He was going to find whoever was responsible, and SCREW UP THEIR BREAD STORAGE.
...but first he needed to know where to go. This could take a while.
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...not as covert as he had hoped this to be, but this still worked. He had about 5 minutes of invisibility left. Ignoring what Victoria was doing completely now, he noticed that the walls had also been lined with crucifixes that had been hung up. They had probably heard the rumours of the ghostly entity that had been striking their other locations, so at least they were taking precautions.
Begin
As he waved his hand across the walls, the crucifixes inverted themselves which caused most people in the room to freak out. This was immediately followed by abductors getting hit in the face with guns flying from the grasps of their teammates, abductors getting flung about, having their legs pulled out from under their feet, getting sent into walls and just straight up getting beaten to a pulp by the invisible poltergeist. He deployed the THUNDERBALL, an 8-ball attached to a chain in order to help him quickly knock out the thugs. It didn't take that long to neutralise every abductor in the room.
His glowing LED goggles appearing first, he became visible. He looked between the caged captives (who were understandably visibly terrified at what they had just seen) and Victoria.
"....Hi?" he said awkwardly.
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Jack-O-Lite had been preparing a flashy heist for this night. He had cleaned his helmet, polished his gun and made himself look all nice for it. Nobody had spotted him yet, so he was about to make his noisy debut in the bank, but then a few buildings exploded.
"...WHAT THE SHIT?!"
Now everybody was looking at the buildings! No, this wasn't good at all! How was anybody supposed to notice his cool little heist if there was a damn terrorist attack taking all the thunder! Now his debut would have to be postponed!
"I won't even give you the courtesy of leaving your bread in the open bag at all...I'LL DUMP THE BREAD SLICES EVERYWHERE, YOU SON OF A BITCH"
So now Jack-O-Lite was pretty pissed off. He was going to find whoever was responsible, and SCREW UP THEIR BREAD STORAGE.
...but first he needed to know where to go. This could take a while.
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Riley Ackerson :: 1000 Degree Knife
Riley took the gum glider with a smile. As she did so, she heard a loud 'boom', which caused her head to turn immediately to the skyline. Several buildings had massive explosions going off inside of them, leaving Riley in shock and slightly confused."Holy shit, did you see that? We need to call a hero who's qualified for this!" Riley extracted her phone from her pocket before looking down at Telepoint's number. Riley loathed Telepoint for her power, her rank, her attitude, and her hair. Wait. They didn't need a teleporter to help them save people in a burning building. They could do it themselves. "Forget it. Let's go."
Riley tossed the glider and grabbed onto it from below, soaring towards the exploded building. Specifically, she was aiming for one of the middle floors.
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Kenneth Reyes :: God's Barrier
Elaine Hathom :: (Ward)
Kenneth and Elaine were walking down the streets in the rain. Of course, the rain didn't bother either of them; it just seemed to deflect off of an invisible shield that existed in a dome around Kenneth. Elaine Hathom :: (Ward)
"Alright Kenny, Elaine is gonna ask a really important question okay?"
"What do you want..."
"It isn't about Elaine's wants! It's about her NEEDS!"
"Ok, and?"
"Elaine needs a break! Her feet are cold and tired and they smell like rain!"
"Fine, we can take a break here...huh?"
Kenneth approached a building that had been broken into. He looked at the door, and could hear the faint sound of impacts from inside. "Elaine, keep your mouth shut."
"But Kenny is-"
"Shut up!"
Kenneth pulled out a flashlight phone from his pocket, and turned it on before walking towards the broken in place. He didn't bother masking his footsteps as he slowly made his way towards a broken- no, melted, metal door.
"Elaine-"
"SHUT UP YOU DAMNED PIECE OF WORK!"
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Doctor Nope
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Doctor Nope
The Geodoodle
Mion
Always Tired
Derrick Maria Remarque
The cloth moved along the counter silently and gracefully. Derricks bar was one of the most popular establishments in the area, not just for the quality of the food and drink, but also for the staff working there. Although working as a bartender, Derrick is the owner of 'Remarques'. That was not particularly hard to put together as it was simply his family name. But the bar served as a sort of inspiration to those in the area, as a man from what some would consider the "rough and dangerous" side of Empire City was able to rise up and make a name for himself. Not only was Derrick a good friend to his customers he also provided a lot of aid for the community and was always looking to help the less fortunate. Due to this the atmosphere of the bar was also more like a group of friends hanging out rather than a variety of people coming in for a drink, it was one of the many reasons why the bar was so popular as it attracted a lot of people to the place. Even some who aren't even from this area of the city.
Tonight Derrick was working alongside one of his employees, Catherine. Catherine had a similar past to Derrick himself, she did not get on well at school due to trouble at home and so when she left school and was at a loss for what to do Derrick offered the young woman a job. Since then Catherine has been one of his most reliable employees, and recently Derrick has been delegating more and more work to her so that she has the chance to build up her skills and experience, hoping one day that maybe if they could open up another establishment then Catherine would be able to be given the management position. The comfortable and relaxed mood was jarringly interrupted by the sudden emergency reporting on the news, several buildings had been targeted and attacked by an unknown group, most likely some sort of terrorist organisation. Derrick ground his teeth so hard that he thought they might break. Why? Why tonight?! his fist tightened around the cloth as he held in his yell of anger. Tonight had to be the worst time for something like this to happen, it was pouring it down outside, so much that Derrick wouldn't be able to even risk using his powers. But... People need help. In Derricks mind it didn't matter. In fact it wasn't even a question that he asked himself. No matter the situation. If people needed help, then the Golden Storm would come to their aid.
"Cat..." Derrick spoke to his employee, but before he could continue she simply looked at him with an understanding look on her face and nodded as she spoke "I know Derrick." That had brought a smile to his face. "I am counting on you to keep business running young lady, make me proud." Derrick spoke as he made his way to the back, waving a few goodbyes to some of his customers, he heard a faint "Aye boss." in return but Derricks mind had already switched gears. Derrick swung the back door open and closed it behind him with a significant force, he was irritated but he didn't want to break his own property. By the time he sat on his motorcycle he was already begging to get drenched by the rain. But even so. Derrick started his engines... and drove.
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Hue Master
Gum Meister
Seeing several buildings explode was something that Gum Meister didn't expect at all tonight. His eyes widen as he looks over to 1000 Degree Knife.
"Yeah let's do this!"
He would get onto his gum glider and soared along with her as he follows her lead and aims for one of the middle floors. His body was aching with anticipation and a bit of worry as this would be his first serious case. An exploding building, a recent one at that, was a very serious thing to handle. There was most likely people trapped inside, so his priority was mostly on that.
"I doubt any Villain is sticking around in there. Plus with all those buildings gone kaput... think it was a timed explosion?"
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Junior Member
Soon after the alarm started blaring, everything in the room went to chaos. The crucifixes lining the walls flipped over and things all around the room started flying into people. It really was quite funny, and as the abductors scrambled around helplessly trying to avoid getting smacked by their own guns, a wide grin stretched across Vicky’s face.
It was probably unsettling to anyone looking at her, how absolutely giddy she looked at the terrorized criminals around her. But that was far from her focus. Who cared if a few thugs got beat up, they were hardly worth the effort anyway. What really consumed her entire attention was the idea of something she couldn’t see flinging equipment around, creating a storm of debris that could, and did, easily down full grown men. So transfixed was she that despite the clear danger to herself, Vicky remained rooted to the spot, not wanting to miss a moment.
When everything finally settled down, a soft voice drew her attention. Her eyes flicked toward the source of the mumbled greeting, fixing on a kid young enough to still be in high school. If possible, her grin stretched even wider, eyes shining with excitement. A power then, something new and unique that she’d never encountered before, not directly anyway.
She did spend a lot of time on the streets, and even if she wasn’t actively searching for information, it was actually impossible to stay completely in the dark. A young boy, with the ability to turn invisible and throw objects from a distance; the rumors were out there, and she’d heard most of them, especially around this part of town, but seeing the real thing was so much cooler. Honestly it was the crucifixes that gave it away. The thugs in on this operation wouldn’t be the religious type, but holy items did tend to keep the dead out.
About to ask the kid if he was the Poltergeist she’d been hearing so much about lately, her train of thought was completely derailed when two new individuals entered the scene. Another young boy, but this time with an even younger girl, geez, they really did just keep getting younger and younger, didn’t they. Well, not that she was one to say much, her powers had been there almost since she was born, even if she couldn’t even make a spark until much later.
Completely forgetting about the kid who was probably Poltergeist, Vicky shifted her weight onto one leg, ignoring the way her shoes squelched.
“What a party this turned out to be.”
It was probably unsettling to anyone looking at her, how absolutely giddy she looked at the terrorized criminals around her. But that was far from her focus. Who cared if a few thugs got beat up, they were hardly worth the effort anyway. What really consumed her entire attention was the idea of something she couldn’t see flinging equipment around, creating a storm of debris that could, and did, easily down full grown men. So transfixed was she that despite the clear danger to herself, Vicky remained rooted to the spot, not wanting to miss a moment.
When everything finally settled down, a soft voice drew her attention. Her eyes flicked toward the source of the mumbled greeting, fixing on a kid young enough to still be in high school. If possible, her grin stretched even wider, eyes shining with excitement. A power then, something new and unique that she’d never encountered before, not directly anyway.
She did spend a lot of time on the streets, and even if she wasn’t actively searching for information, it was actually impossible to stay completely in the dark. A young boy, with the ability to turn invisible and throw objects from a distance; the rumors were out there, and she’d heard most of them, especially around this part of town, but seeing the real thing was so much cooler. Honestly it was the crucifixes that gave it away. The thugs in on this operation wouldn’t be the religious type, but holy items did tend to keep the dead out.
About to ask the kid if he was the Poltergeist she’d been hearing so much about lately, her train of thought was completely derailed when two new individuals entered the scene. Another young boy, but this time with an even younger girl, geez, they really did just keep getting younger and younger, didn’t they. Well, not that she was one to say much, her powers had been there almost since she was born, even if she couldn’t even make a spark until much later.
Completely forgetting about the kid who was probably Poltergeist, Vicky shifted her weight onto one leg, ignoring the way her shoes squelched.
“What a party this turned out to be.”
doneanddusted
Two Thousand Club
Josefina
Location: Buckstar || Tags: none
Location: Buckstar || Tags: none
Josefina, who wasn't aware of any action because I'm too lazy to read, was doing her normal thing at Buckstar
"Vecky?" Josefina called out, holding back a giggle.
She was pretty sure her friend spelled the customer's name wrong on purpose. A woman (mid twenties, perhaps?) with blonde haired came up and took her drink. It was nice to not have any annoying customers today. Normally she'd get at least three people complaining about a slight imperfection, as if she was someone who was supposed to make perfect lattes every time. There weren't many people in the shop (kinda weird but not too uncommon), and so Josefina worked on cleaning.
And now, here Josefina is, cleaning and whatnot, only like three other workers here, idek why she's working at Starbucks doesn't she have homework?
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Riley Ackerson :: 1000 Degree Knife
"I'm not entirely sure!" Riley landed in the middle of the building, exactly where she expected to. Immediately upon landing, she tossed the gum glider aside and opened her mouth. A stream of chilling air shot from her mouth like she was some anti-dragon. Riley turned to every source of fire on the building, causing them to go out with a fizzle every time the cold touched the base. After a few seconds of solid blowing on fires, Riley took in a breath and crossed her arms."Hey! People are gonna jump! What the heck? Why is everyone so stupid?" Riley looked up at the building, noticing that people were about to jump for their lives. She pulled herself onto the next floor and held out her ID, facing the people. "1000 degree knife, professional hero! Keep calm!"
Unfortunately, that only seemed to frighten them more. "GUMMY DO SOMETHING!"
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Kenneth Reyes :: God's Barrier
Elaine Hathom :: "Damned Piece of Work"
Kenneth looked from under his shaggy yellow hair at the woman, not doing as much as flinching at the squelching sound of the shoes. A party? Clearly this woman's priorities weren't in line, but that wasn't Kenneth's business. What had just gone down in the room was obviously the work of superhumans; no regular person could've done this with this little fighting force. Elaine Hathom :: "Damned Piece of Work"
"Elaine wants to go home!"
The girl raised a foot, only to have Kenneth's hand grab onto her calf to gently lower her foot as if the girl's assertion would cause some massive explosion.
"I told you to shut up. Now..."
Kenneth raised a hand towards the woman, with no regards to the boy in the weird suit. Kenneth wasn't familiar with the work of a "Poltergeist" but knew of its existence. An independent, unaffiliated hero. Also known to Kenneth as an "easy target." But that wasn't what he was here for. Kenneth was simply here to catch a break from walking in the rain, and now he found himself tangled up in this random situation.
"Do either of you have food? This damn kid is hungry."
In all honesty, Kenneth didn't mind shooting either of them to steal their food, but traumatizing Elaine was the last thing he needed to happen. Instead, he just kept his hand out politely, almost expecting some kind of food to show up.
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Doctor Nope
Mega
Junior Member
Vicky’s smile softened into something a little more pleasant than it had been as the kid and the girl talked. Ah to be young, never mind she was still rather young herself. Plopping her backpack onto the ground, she knelt down to it, undoing the zipper and rummaging around for a moment.
“I’ve got a couple breakfast bars. They might be a little soggy though, if the wrappers didn’t hold up.”
Once she pushed past the coat and jacket, her hand hit the bottom of the bag. She hadn’t brought much with her, only the bag and what she’d worn, though she had hit up a convenience store at some point during the day. A little hungry and without any cash, Vicky hadn’t thought much of holding up a gas station, cheerfully threatening to blow the whole joint sky high if anyone even so much as looked at a phone.
Grunting triumphantly, her arm emerged from the depths of the bag, holding aloft a blueberry breakfast bar. The wrapping was itself coated in a layer of water, but the overall integrity of it was uncompromised, promising a much drier snack on the inside.
Tossing the bar to the boy, Vicky zipped her bag up and swung it back around her shoulder. Then, suddenly remembering these two weren’t the only ones in the room, whirled on her heels to face the other boy who had left her line of vision to open cages.
“Would you like a breakfast bar too?”
“I’ve got a couple breakfast bars. They might be a little soggy though, if the wrappers didn’t hold up.”
Once she pushed past the coat and jacket, her hand hit the bottom of the bag. She hadn’t brought much with her, only the bag and what she’d worn, though she had hit up a convenience store at some point during the day. A little hungry and without any cash, Vicky hadn’t thought much of holding up a gas station, cheerfully threatening to blow the whole joint sky high if anyone even so much as looked at a phone.
Grunting triumphantly, her arm emerged from the depths of the bag, holding aloft a blueberry breakfast bar. The wrapping was itself coated in a layer of water, but the overall integrity of it was uncompromised, promising a much drier snack on the inside.
Tossing the bar to the boy, Vicky zipped her bag up and swung it back around her shoulder. Then, suddenly remembering these two weren’t the only ones in the room, whirled on her heels to face the other boy who had left her line of vision to open cages.
“Would you like a breakfast bar too?”
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Doctor Nope
The Geodoodle
Poltergeist had just finished freeing the captives when he was offered a breakfast bar.
"No thanks, I'm good. Besides, I really only eat the insanely sugary stuff."
Yes, sugar was one of the most effective fuel sources for his powers.....but he currently didn't have any sugary foods with him at this time. Wait, what the hell?! Why did he get into this risky operation without any backup sugar?? ....Lesson learned, he supposed.
"Anyway, I've gotta go before these thugs wake up and see me. Gotta keep up that ghost impression, right?"
Truthfully, he really just needed to get home and finish a homework assignment. He didn't want to say that out loud in front of these guys, though. And with that, he began to walk to the exit of the room.
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Jack-O-Lite had angrily strutted into the nearby coffee shop where he actually worked. There was no point in doing any evil stuff right now seeing as nobody would fucking notice thanks to the fucking terrorist attack having to draw everybody's attention, so now his debut as a cool new villain would have to wait. For now he would drown out his sorrows in coffee.
Going up to the barista, still wearing his Pumpkin helmet getup, "Give me something random yet largely enjoyed, write the name as Jack-O-Lite." He was currently in dire need of pleasant surprises, so seeing what they would server him along with how they would misspell his name was his attempt at receiving some. After paying, he sat at a table and waited.
doneanddusted
"No thanks, I'm good. Besides, I really only eat the insanely sugary stuff."
Yes, sugar was one of the most effective fuel sources for his powers.....but he currently didn't have any sugary foods with him at this time. Wait, what the hell?! Why did he get into this risky operation without any backup sugar?? ....Lesson learned, he supposed.
"Anyway, I've gotta go before these thugs wake up and see me. Gotta keep up that ghost impression, right?"
Truthfully, he really just needed to get home and finish a homework assignment. He didn't want to say that out loud in front of these guys, though. And with that, he began to walk to the exit of the room.
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Jack-O-Lite had angrily strutted into the nearby coffee shop where he actually worked. There was no point in doing any evil stuff right now seeing as nobody would fucking notice thanks to the fucking terrorist attack having to draw everybody's attention, so now his debut as a cool new villain would have to wait. For now he would drown out his sorrows in coffee.
Going up to the barista, still wearing his Pumpkin helmet getup, "Give me something random yet largely enjoyed, write the name as Jack-O-Lite." He was currently in dire need of pleasant surprises, so seeing what they would server him along with how they would misspell his name was his attempt at receiving some. After paying, he sat at a table and waited.
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