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Heroes Will Fall: In-Character

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Tonight was the night. The salty sea air was cool, the birds screeching and boots blaring to drown out what was soon to come. At the port stood an old warehouse, from the outside it looked like nothing more than another place for storage. The elites of the group were that good, able to keep their plan and presence a secret from the unsuspecting eye.

Data stood in the empty warehouse, almost motionless besides his simple swaying motion and his light breathing. “Elites, how does it look out there?” His voice was tough and staticky, another way to hide his identity to even his most trusted. He got a few responses.
“All clear below.”
“Nothing above.”
“No one is wiser.”
He got a few responses, his anxiousness slowly rising knowing that his little girl was behind him. She didn’t trust her alone at the base, he always seemed to want her by his side. He tapped into his own secret line. “Honey, you there?” While waiting, he cleared his throat, waiting for the recruits to come. Yet, something else took over, from his hand, a dark blue gun materialized. His senses kicked into overdrive yet he kept his composure. “Tonight starts the heroes downfall.” He said to himself, his belief solidifying once again.
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    Linky To CS
    Sea Side -> Warehouse

    Omni looked down at the letter in her hand. Was she in the right spot? She broke away from her family earlier in the day. They didn’t seem to care as much as she wanted them too. Not that it was a surprise but she was still hoping at least one of the damn assholes would care. In a way she was lucky, being replaceable means she had the most freedom in the family. Had one of the others attempted to leave… No she refused to think about that. They’d be fine, none of them seemed to want to leave anyways.
    She looked once more at the harbor, did she go left or right? As she continued down the path she finally managed to see it. The warehouse wasn’t anything special you could see abandoned buildings all over east district walk a couple feet and bam you could find yourself running after being caught on someone else’s territory. Even so as she walked up to the building she felt a major wave of uncertainty. This was a place where she would be disadvantaged. There was nothing she could use, absolutely nothing. It’s a good thing she brought her weapons with her. Wait would they try to take them? They couldn’t… She would after all this was her chance, not to mention the fact that she’d already left the family there was no turning back now.
    She took a moment to realign her self. I am Omni, I see all, everything moves before me. I am Omni, I see all, everything moves before me. She continued her mantra relaxing more and more the longer she thought it. She drew in one quick breath and held her head high as she approached the doorway. Although it seemed unguarded she knew better, no villain leaves their doors open without complete confidence they’re in control.
    She jumped at the pressure she felt run down her, someone was watching. Yeah definitely guarded she turned to face the direction it seemed to come in and found nothing. She gripped her umbrella sword tighter as she went fully into the building. She was going on the words of someone recruiting villains there was no telling what would come out of it. She entered and saw only a few standing there, she had no way of telling who was who so she decided to slink back at one of the walls. She let her eyes roam scanning everything she could. If they expected conversation she certainly wasn’t starting it.


    Warehouse Interior
    Mentions:
    The elites ( B BlueClover D duegxybus )
    Umbrella Sword || Bag holding: Hammer, Chisel, Brass Knuckles


 
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Kuroi _INSERT IMPRESSIVE BANNER_

Kuroi flipped the letter in his palm for a moment, then looked back up at the dock. He was currently wearing his regular attire, though he'd donned his 'Demon Prince' mask somewhere near the entrance so he could see better, it was starting to get really dark after all. Kuroi had just barely managed to get out of the house, apparently his little sister had somehow found her way into the sugar stash and... He inadvertently shivered. Dark thoughts that shouldn't be thought, truly. It took ages trying to put her to bed!

Back on the harbor and outside of his own mind, Kuroi was soon able to see the building in the distance. A bit earlier then most people due to the darkness, though he supposed that made up for how late he likely was. The entire 'Sugar-High Sister' incident made him lose track of time, to the point where he'd been rushing for no real reason. As he was perfectly... on-time, though the rushing also meant his make-up ended up running, which, certainly was awful, and the rushing also meant his hair was far more frazzled and messier then usual. However the unkemptness of his own appearance really didn't bother Kuroi, he just wiped his face off with an off-brand Unspecified Hero themed wipe (usually meant for small children) and kept walking.

Kuroi finished wiping all his make-up off by the time he'd reached the warehouse. This includes the rather impressive eyeliner job he'd done earlier today, which he found rather upsetting, though he quickly got over it as he touched the warehouse door. As soon as Kuroi did, he had the uncanny feeling of being watched as an unfamiliar anxiety took him over. If this was a trap, who'd take care of his little sister? No one could give her a better education! Besides, the outside world was too dangerous for her to go through alone, and his dad clearly wasn't cut out for the task of taking care of her. Kuroi's second thoughts almost made him turn around and leave, until...

He thought of his beloved. Kuroi thought of how his beloved was truly trapped in the terrible system, how they could never be together if things kept on as they were. Just that was enough to get the 'edgy' teen to open the door and walk in rather confidently, finding a few others already there. Kuroi quickly adjusted his mask to look better as he went to go sit down on an empty storage crate pushed against the wall, oddly enough this spot seemed to be right beside this odd red-headed girl. She looked rather young for a villain, though Kuroi could argue that he himself looked rather young for a villain, so he kept his mouth shut and instead looked to picking off his black nail polish for entertainment.
 

Part 1: Killing Me Softly​


Oh.Sangwoo.full.2069902.jpgBeau crumpled up the letter and stuffed it into the pocket of his jeans. He was in a piss poor mood. "Ugh, this is such a buzz kill..." He thought aloud, a lit cigarette pinched between his lips . "I was having such a nice night, too... Whoops." Catching sight of his face reflected in a parked car window, Beau was quick to wipe away the flecks of blood still splattered across his cheek. Fun night.

A sickening thought struck him in that moment, between him cleaning off the dried blood from the night's latest conquest and resuming his slow march toward the letter's destination. What the fuck was he doing? Following the note he'd received like this was some sort of kiddie corner scavenger hunt? For all he knew, he could be walking right into a nest of cops, or worse. "This is nuts, I'm out of here." In a huff, he turned around, making as if he planned to trudge all the way back to his apartment. He did have a lot of clean-up to do...

While reason dictated that he do the smart thing, the safe thing, and go back to the relative sanctuary of his apartment, Beau couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by an almost morbid sense of curiosity. "New Anarchist?" He thought, "Never heard of them." But the letter he'd found waiting for him in his mail meant that they had heard of him. If they were cops, would they really have bothered with all the fanfare and secrecy? "Probably not," Beau admitted with a sigh, pivoting on his heels and hurrying on his way.

He dropped his smoke on the ground and stamped it til the embers died. The door to the warehouse opened for him easily enough, though Beau couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. "Probably because I am," he thought as he glanced around, taking in vague figures dotting the room and lining the walls here and there. It was quiet, so Beau figured he couldn't be late or anything. He sidled his way in, keeping close to the wall for the most part, until he reached a pair that looked like they could be around his age. They weren't talking either. It was time to test the waters.

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"Hey..." Beau spoke in a soft, almost timid whisper, which probably sounded peculiar coming from someone with his physique. "Did you guys get letters, too?" He asked light-heartedly, splitting his gaze between the boy and the girl about evenly. Beau let his coat slip around his shoulders, cushioning him as he leaned up against the wall. He smiled warmly over at the girl sharing his patch of wall.

Can you feel it, yet? Do you trust me?​
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Euclid G. Hawthorne
The Omega

"It's time huh?"

Sitting on the side of a bed, an empty plate with utensils laid upon it sat next to him as he held a piece of paper in his hand. The scent of an appetizing meal still lingered in the air of his apartment, escaping through a slight gap in an open window. Orbs of a golden amber had their gaze sat upon the paper he held, lingering on an address for a supposed meeting between members of a group that called themselves the New Anarchist. A note given to him one day and what he could only presume as an invitation of sorts to this group of theirs.

From what he's gathered from the note, he was allowed the option of joining in this gathering or turning it down. Though the boy didn't plan on turning the offer down, his curiosity had been aroused by it. The meeting is supposed to be tonight and he had no thoughts about refusing it, joining this group might help him with his cravings after all. The thought of them potentially being able to supply him with human meat, though he doubted they would do such a thing. But it was still very much a possibility that could come true.

Glancing at the mask on the table, he'd decided that now would be the time for him to go the meeting destination. Pier 35, Warehouse 12, Brickred Street shouldn't be much of a problem for him to reach. So long as he was careful, nobody should notice him. Even if they did, they wouldn't know him anyways. Finally he stood up then grabbed his mask and put it no, he'd already wore his costume so his preparations were ready. On his body he carried a switchblade and a simple pistol with a filled magazine.

And Euclid had left, now under the guise of the Omega and the darkness that the night brought onto them.

The night air was cool, and he was approaching the meeting's destination. His motorcycle was parked not too far off from the location, so all he had to do now was head into the warehouse on foot. Occasionally glancing around the place, there was just a feeling in his gut that told him there were people watching. He didn't like this feeling, but he went anyways as he'd already gone this far to meet with a group he himself doesn't know anything about. And he doubted anyone else even knew much either.

The masked cannibal made his way to the entrance door, and stood there before entering. "I hope this isn't just some ruse," he said to himself as he opened the door. Though even if this was a ruse he had confidence in his fighting capability. Upon entering the shady warehouse, the first things he'd noticed were the other individuals in the room. Who he could only presume to also be invited to this meeting between this 'New Anarchist' group, or the New Anarchists themselves.

There was an odd redheaded girl, another person with a mask, and what appears to be some pretty boy. There were a few others too but he those were the three he saw first. Pretty odd group to say the least, but who was he to judge? Omega leaned against one of the walls, and to be more specific, the wall where pretty boy and ginger hair was leaning on too. He kept his hands in his pockets, and turned his head towards the others. "So are you all here 'cause of the letter too?" His gaze was shifted between those three when he asked the question.

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    Linky To CS
    Seaside -> Warehouse

    Rally was excited to finally get to see these “New Anarchists”. Originally she thought the letter was a joke made only to reel in the idiots, however the more she looked around the more the name “Data” kept popping up. Eventually she even noticed some of the people she ran with got one. Specifically the biggest asshole of the group got their hands on an in, and man was she not surprised that dude was a violent little psychopath.. She made sure to rip his letter to shreds hopefully that’d be enough to stop him, she didn’t wanna find something fun just for the same old annoyances to come crawling behind her.
    She combed the seaside like four times already, directions weren’t her strong point at all but she figured she’d find it eventually. It was kinda sad that she’d been at it about an hour already trying to find the place but it came with the territory. As she passed she constantly grabbed small things like rocks and used her power to toss them in first. She didn’t last this long on the streets by being careless.
    When she finally managed to find the right building she was somewhat disappointed that it seems like there was no traps. How lame. She strolled in with ease, what type of villains didn’t even guard the door? Once she made it in she saw that everyone was starting to group up. What the heck? C’mon hows that gonna help. Well maybe not everyone was here yet... She saw one dude with a mask that looked pretty interesting he seemed just as short as she was.
    “Hey you! Mask dude. Hi I’m Rally! Got it, Rally nothing else. Who are you.”



    Warehouse Interior
    Interacting with:
    Kuroi ( K KodomoYamiya )

    Small Switchblade (Pocket)
    Poisonous Needles (Pocket)
    Backpack Full of spare needles, poisons, and herbs


 
Kuroi _INSERT FLAVOR TEXT_ _INTERACTING- RALLY_

Kuroi didn't end up answering pretty boy who'd came in soon after himself, nor did he answer the other in full super villain attire. Neither were particularly interesting to him, instead opting to continue picking his nails until-

“Hey you! Mask dude. Hi I’m Rally! Got it, Rally nothing else. Who are you.”

Well, that got his attention. Kuroi looked up at the girl, Rally, who'd just introduced herself. Immediately, it was like he was staring at a new treasure. She reminded him of his little sister, just, older, and far more punk rock. Even so, it was enough for the teenager to gain a strange kind of light in his eyes, and to awake his dear friend obsession. And right now, obsession wanted to cling to Rally's arms, legs, and entire body. Not in a perverted way, Kuroi easily could swear that, but instead more of a little sister way.

Kuroi just ended up getting dragged along, and so he responded rather happily "I'm Kuroi, nice to meet you, Rally."
He even ended up cracking a smile, the girls presence already made him happy being around. To him, just addressing him directly was enough to get him obsessed, let alone reminding him of his other treasures. Kuroi already knew one thing about this girl, other then her name of course-

They were going to make a kick-ass pair.

Of course, Kuroi wasn't ever going to let her get into such danger in the first place, that would be failing his duty as her new (self-proclaimed) older brother!

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Esmé ThorneViolet Sparrow​


It took two trains and a public bus ride for Esmé to get to the warehouse. Normally, she would have walked as she hated spending money on something if she could get there in another manner. However, the letter had made it seem as though there was going to be a large number of villains at this "event." So, although she hated spending the money on a MetroCard, Esmé hated the idea of being too tired to run from a bad situation. The letter had been plenty convincing, but so had the email from "Jeff's Modelling Company" and that had definitely been a scam.

Having climbed from the underground station, Esmé made her way into the warehouse. There was already a crowd of people inside but Esmé was definitely not the kind to start a conversation. So, she stood near the back of the crowd, hiding under a large coat. She had decided to forgo her entire outfit since she would be riding the train, but she couldn't help but keep her eye mask on hand. If there was one thing that Esmé needed, it was some semblance of privacy.

As Esmé stood in the warehouse, her mind drifted back to her apartment. It was warm, secluded, and had internet. What on earth was she doing? She had made muffins. Why hadn't she brought one? Of course, she only ever had ideas like this after the fact. Now, she was standing in the warehouse, surrounded by strangers without any muffins. What a great way to spend the night.
 



Zeus || Saint
Pier 35 - Brickred Street​




A force within wanted to make itself known. Zeus knew it, Saint watched it as his ally got into position and he knew he could do nothing to stop him. Rearing back, Zeus prepared. He had to do it. He had to fight the urge but Zeus knew he couldn't. He couldn't hold it in anymore. Even if it blew their cover he had to--

"ACHOOOOOoooooooooo!!!!!!" He sniffed, winced then waited for a reaction but none came. .....Sweet, it hadn't been that loud anyway. Sneeze scared a few pigeons, sure, but they were fine. Everything was going smoothly so far so Zeus replaced his mouthpiece all while Saint remained silent, thankful that his partner's mind was more preoccupied with more important matters than his little display. Following his comrade's gaze, Zeus turned his attention two stories below and over twelve feet away, watching new arrivals walk into the warehouse, one by one.

The first was redheaded and the second was a boy Saint noted. The girl held an umbrella, a weapon with a blade. Saint wondered if there was more to it than that, Zeus however grinned under his guise. He could deal with that. Pointy things wouldn't be a problem, even if miss redhead knew what she was doing, he could just zap her and be done in seconds. Simple, easy, fast and shocking. He couldn't help but grin wider at the pun he'd thought of, but snapped out of it when he sensed Saint shift his attention a little further up the road past their stand point.

Concentrating, just as they'd practiced he saw him, a male, running, on his way to the warehouse. He pulled a mask and Saint noted the look- almost demonic. "A kid?" Zeus' voice hummed a soft buzz. But Saint didn't answer, knowing it rhetorical, instead his gloved fingers weaved the rolled up letter between them like a slowly spinning baton. Uncaring, but watching as the next newcomer stomped his smoke out.

Seconds went by and the buzz of static in the air made Saint barely shake his head. "Don't", his voice growled; heavy, gruff and hollow- almost robotic. "Don't do it."

The human pikachu sagged at the warning, and with the hiss of his voice he asked, "Why not?"

"Good question" Saint answered, his tone dismissive and his voice clearly stating his reason. It made Zeus frown but he didn't try to leap ahead, even if his ever increasing pulse and the ever rising urge wanted him to. So they stood there, shrouded by shadows and the light glow of Zeus' suit, both watching over the edge as another person walked up and went inside.

Under his mask Saint's eyes narrowed. Waiting to see if this was a trap. Watching to see if this was a ruse. He didn't get it. None of it. How did they know who we are? He'd been so careful in the past two years. Zeus had slipped once or twice, but it was expected, but this-- this wasn't. He'd never heard of the 'New Anarchists' and couldn't imagine any openings that he'd allowed to have given away who he or Zeus were and what little they'd done. Half the reason he was even here was to find out who the leader of this whole thing was. The other half was to see if this farce was real.

"Saint" Zeus' voice came in a buzzed whisper. The young man followed Zeus' head gesture towards the new girl going inside. From the way she acted it looked like she'd been expecting something, hard to tell, either way it gave Zeus a clue. Spending time here was a waste. He glanced at Saint but Saint didn't glance back. He was still waiting to see if this was a trap. But they'd been waiting almost half an hour now and Zeus found himself getting tired of it, so his frown turned into a scowl.

"Y'know what? Screw this" his voice hissed, irritation and static mixed in and without any warning he'd already jumped down, using two balcony platforms as skipping stones on his way down. Saint merely watched, not at all surprised but not at all pleased either. Two more minutes would've been good enough. But no - Zeus landed, his suit glowing with colors- they had to go in now.

Within a minute Saint was by his friend's side, and within another at the door. Stopping in front they both hesitated. A casual glance back at his friend and Zeus nodded. I got you. Saint nodded back, Good. We move together.

And they did, entering together. Once inside both scanned the room, both for different reasons. Saint scanned for threats, and to his satisfaction- he saw none. At least for the moment. Zeus scanned for the ones watching them, but came up just as short. With a tap on the shoulder Zeus turned his attention to Saint's line of sight and saw the crowd. Three guys, and two-- wait no, the new girl entering made three, three chicks.

Zeus quirked a brow at the sheer number of people gathering here, but without much care or understanding he moved forward, following right at Saint's heels. Saint noted the kid with the demon mask talking to the girl with highlights, he didn't care to go closer to the conversation, Zeus however spent a few more seconds studying 'pretty boy', redhead, and the guy with the switchblade. He wondered if it came to a fight, who would win.

The two glowing new entrees decided with unspoken gestures to stay the farthest from the others. Zeus leaned against a empty crate. Something to throw or push towards the lively group if things went south. Saint leaned up against the wall, half his body obscured by said crate. That way he could be the backup, or they could switch and he could be the tank. Whatever the case, only time would tell.


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Bear looked at the harbor and sighed at the belief that he was going to become a villain . The thought of being a criminal disgusted him but their was something about it that enticed him. Like a sweet hickory syrup, it attracted him and he was very confused by it. He wanted to just walk away but he couldn't, he literally could not make himself get up. He thought about if he just left, got home just in time to watch some show on Fox and eat leftovers, went to sleep to find out that he made the biggest mistake of his life by going home. So he stayed, and looked at his watch constantly wanting to get there a couple minutes late to be cool.
A couple minutes had passed and Bear was at the door walking back and forth rapidly. "Should i go in, should i not, maybe, no this isnt right, no this is good it'll help" he thought to himself. His mind blurred and emptied and he looked forward with a blank expression. "Fuck it, here i come Anarchist", he went to the door and opened it aggressively slightly bending the metal and causing a scene. The crowd stared and Bear looked back. It was quiet, Bear needed to say something to take the anxiety off. "What are you guys looking at"
 
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Shortly after the two boys and the much, much larger, scarier boy made their debut, the door leading into the warehouse swung wide once more - that thing was getting a lot of action today - and in walked the latest side-show attraction in the seemingly endless parade of freaks. Sloshing around a half-drunk can of beer, and touting a blue-and-silver scabbard over her shoulder, Retsu struck quite a bombastic figure in just a skimpy bikini top and jean short shorts, rounding out her ensemble with a pair of black leather boots and fishnet stockings that rode all the way up her thighs.

"Hi, hi! Sorry I'm late, I got a little, uh...-" Hic, "-scuse me, lost on the way here." As if she hadn't just made a fool of herself in front of a group of dangerous criminals and villains of all shapes and sizes, Retsu proceeded to throw back her drink, emptying the remainder of its contents down her throat in one masterful swig before crumpling the aluminum in her palm and tossing it over her shoulder out the swiftly closing door behind her. Nailed it.

Retsu strut her way inside like she owned the place, the slightest blush on her cheeks betraying her current staggering level of intoxication. She waved to a group congregating along the wall as she meandered through the wide open space, stumbling only once the whole way. Eventually she wandered all the way to the two boys who'd come in together shortly before she had. Retsu skipped, hopped, and spun around in time to catch her bare back against the cool wall of the warehouse. When the whole ordeal was over Retsu miraculously produced yet another can of beer. Where exactly was she storing them?

She cracked open the by-now room temperature brew and took a long, greedy gulp. "Ahhhhhhh," Retsu let out a satisfied sigh as she wiped the waste away from her chin. As if noticing his presence for the first time, Retsu took inventory of the glowing boy sharing her patch of wall a few paces away. Shuffling closer, she leaned sideways and cocked her head to one side as she scrutinized him with her somewhat vacant gaze.

"Hey... Ain't ya a little young to be playin' at this game?" Retsu inquired in a voice that might've been sincere, if not for the cheeky grin that accompanied it. Clearly, she hadn't seen the tween just a few yards away. Or, she was trying to get a rise out of the boy. Either way, regardless of her intent, Retsu's body language made one thing clear: she wasn't going to let this poor kid ignore her. Like a petulant child, she'd push every button 'til one of them worked.



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Alan || Carbon Dragon

Alan walked through the the port, wondering who the sender was. It wasn't like him to follow some like this so suspiciously, but he did anyways. He would look on from afar and once he didn't see any uniforms or something out of the ordinary he'd walk in closer. He tried to look over databases on who could have sent this letter, but nothing official came up. All the major and middle villains had been dealt with, and small timers still squirming around couldn't have organized this without it being this discrete. He had gotten this letter while traversing the city's east district underground. That night he emerged and put on his armor, and made his way to the address. as he approached he stood out of the lights and used his optical sensors.

He zoomed in 6x and added thermals, and saw numerous people within the warehouse. He switched to night vision to get a better look and none looked like any police officer or hero. Returning to the normal setting he slowly approached the warehouse entrance and stepped inside, his footsteps echoing in. As he came into light his armor came into full view, the same armor that some underground people had recognized as the one that aided in some of the major villains demise. He looked around and saw a whole cast of characters, before turning towards the center of the group. "So, which one of you called us here." He said bluntly.
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Acme Girl​
The monster walked the alleys of the city in a giant trench coat. Combat boots made its presence more apparent; the flashing colored eyes didn’t help. If you looked closer, you could see the pure white teeth underneath.

The sound of a hobo up coughing could be heard up ahead looking overall miserable. A gloved gamd tapped his shoulder. “Hey bud! Sick day got ya down?” Her hood came off to reveal a blue haired girl with different colored eyes and an unsettling, unnatural look to her. “Well, you could always turn that frown, upside down!” Her mouth seemed to twist to create something similar to a sad expression. However, she snapped her neck so that her head fell over, turning it back into the smile it always was. The man looked in horror, falling over while the entity just merely started to laugh. The closed space making it all the more frightening. The Hobo bolted out, refusing to look back. “Happy to help!” She waved goodbye for rummaging into her pocket to find the letter. “Now time to find these New Anarchist.”

Acme was surprised by how fast these strangers were, the fact they were able to find and hand her this piece of paper. Though, their goal of liberty from heroes caught her eye, making her almost jump out of her skin...and that wasn’t an exaggeration. When she got there, she was a bit dissapointed at how dull it looked. This was a villian lair? Where was the trap door or shady dealer outside to give the secret handshake? No matter. With no fear in her eyes, Acme walked inside, ignoring the feeling of the watchful eyes only to bump into a man in a suit of armor. “Well gee, I ain’t got a clue either-” Acme didn’t see an ally, rather, someone who had locked up villains....a hero. Her eyes dilated, her grin seeming to stretch to its limits. “Wonderful.” She was on the verge of snapping.
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Julie Dusk
Julian Drake​
Julie smirked to herself in the mirror as she finished putting on her suit. One of the beauties of this whole body possession gig was the fact she couldn’t take the blame for any of this. She pulled back her hair, her left arm twitching as if trying to rip away from her body. “Oh hush you!” Julie slammed her hand on the table, stopping the twitching and allowing her to finish.

The woman in the suit was hoping for a letter like this, a big shot villain group to sweep her off her feet....so that she could stab them right back. She covered her mouth to stop herself from laughing. How devilish of her to think ahead like that, she should know better! Though where was the crime in having a little fun, Killer fun but it was all the same her.

Julie made her way inside, scanning to make sure no one would attempt to assault her. That’s when she spotted a woman, someone to win over. In a world like this, you needed people on your side, especially if they will die for you. “Well hello.” Julie gave a slight bow, her tone soft and sweet as she introduced herself to Esme.
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Esmé ThorneViolet Sparrow

Esmé rubbed her arms, trying to bring some shred of warmth back to them. Was everyone else this cold? Or was it just Esmé? If this meeting didn’t commence soon, she might have to make a run for it. However, even five minutes later, Esmé admitted that her curiosity outweighed the cold. It wasn’t their fault she couldn’t dress properly for certain temperatures.

“Well hello,” a woman in a suit said, bowing slightly to Esmé.

Esmé froze— not just due to the cold— was this woman addressing her? Why? How did she respond? Esmé struggles to reign in her hysteria over social interaction and try to respond as eloquently as possible.

“Hi,” Esmé said, in a strained but audible voice. “I’m Es- I’m Violet Sparrow.” Esmé cursed herself for nearly saying her real name. What was the point in her mask if she just blurted her name to the first person she met. “Are you here for the villain meetup? Or is there another top secret midnight shenanigans here tonight?” B BlueClover
 
The short, tiny, little, midget dwarf, known as Faelynn, ran over the contents of the letter once more as she walked down the harbour, her scarf fluttering behind her. Her eyes occasionally flashed green as it reflected any lights in the area, indicating she had night vision eyes. She also had a hand in her pocket, keeping a tight~ grip on her trusty switchblade. A testament to her caution.

The New Anarchist - it was certainly interesting, yet also mysterious. She had mixed feelings about it, but had ultimately decided that the rewards may outweigh the risks. A world free of heroes - she highly doubted this organisation would be capable of such a feat, nor did she believe it was it's true objective. She'd just make the most out of the organisation's downfall. Still, if it were true, then she had nearly zero objections.

The warehouse came into view, bringing about a sense of weariness. It practically screamed "secret hideout" in her eyes. Plain, simple, inconspicuous, and hidden in plain sight.

Being a shapeshifter, she knew very well the effectiveness of blending in. Speaking of which, she quickly shapeshifted, changing her hair to a light brown with matching eyes, and turning her skin slightly darker - or rather, more normal as opposed to her usual pale skin. Her face was obviously also changed, enough to make her unrecognisable, though most definitely still in the cute range. First impressions mattered.

As she got closer to the run down building, she swore someone was watching. She pressed on regardless, albeit with her guard up, perhaps even more than it already was. Now within the warehouse, she was greeted with a sizeable group of villains, and even a few kids. There was also some weird idiot with a TV/computer on their head who looked vaguely like Karen from SpongeBob. All in all, just about everybody was taller than her, the kids included.

Surprisingly enough, most of them were engaged in almost friendly conversation. As a backstabbing bit- manipulator, she saw nothing wrong with getting to know the people around her. Knowledge was power, and the most powerful triumphs. Spotting a man without a... 'Partner,' so to speak, she decided to speak with him first.

After approaching the man rather cautiously, though she didn't really show it on the outside, she gave him a cheerful greeting, "Yo! Did you get a letter too?" This was accompanied by a friendly smile which seemed perfectly genuine. "Oh, you can call be kitty, by the way. Or kitkat, cause I'm sweet and delicious." She said, adding a coy wink at the end.

Roxasarass Roxasarass
 
Cira Ochiru
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The bobbing of the sea was both hypnotically soothing and sickening, and Cira would've lulled himself to sleep had the the present thought of visiting the writer of the letter hadn't kept him up. His wings shielded his body from the water splashing against his body, but not his face, which had become dreadfully wet at this point, his scowl hidden by the top of his wing cloak. His hands fumbled awkwardly as he loaded a large clip into his submachine gun, keeping the safety on. The grim thought that this whole thing was a trap was all too real, and all to frightening given his past. He had taken extreme measures against this now, putting kevlar underneath his wings, and bringing four guns with him.
Suddenly, his boat driver, one of the minions of a crime lord he had served years ago spoke up from his position from the drivers seat. "Sir Ochiru, we're nearing the port soon."
Cira's head nodded from underneath his wing as he stands up, the lights of the port coming closer and closer by the second. These 'New Anarchist' folk have came out of nowhere, so the threat of them just being a hoax was all too real. Not even his Yakuza ties had news on them of course, the Yakuza don't know too much when it comes to the Western crime world, but still, it'd be hard to not have any word on them.
"We're here sir." The humming of the boat stopped as the nose of the boat sat at the docks, the waves still bobbing it up and down.
Cira stood up and steadily made his way up to the docks his entire body, save his head, covered in the thick leathery fabric. He looked around at the empty docks, before making his way down the docks, the boat's engine roaring up again before speeding away. Couldn't afford to be caught by a coast guard. Besides, he could just call in another favor if he needed.
He took the letter out from his pocket and read it too himself like he did so many times before. Yep. It was the right place. Warehouse, docks, the whole works. He stopped at the door, and slid his hands back into his cloak, grabbing at his Jericho pistol as he uses his spare hand and pushes the door open. Oddly enough, the first thing he saw wasn't a mound of guns pointed at him. Just a few people standing around, more then a few actually. Two were wearing armor, those two stood out the most. They'd probably the hardest to kill if this turned badly. Hopefully it wouldn't. At this point his grip on his gun relaxed a bit as he made his way to the crowd, keeping silent. With any luck, it could stay that way for a little while longer.

(OPEN TO INTERACTIONS)
 
Alan || Carbon Dragon

Alan, as he stared into the group, felt a bump hit him from behind. His body didn't move at all, until he turned his head towards the person who did it. He looked down to see a girl who looked like she was stripped right out of an old cartoon show. She began to speak before her eyes looked up at him, and then she grinned wildly. He knew very well who this was, Acme Girl. He looked at her files on a few occasions, reading up on how she came to be and what happened to her. He turned his full body to face her and spoke. "Acme Girl, once a popular hero who became infused with the villain she tried to stop. I almost feel bad for you, especially given the immediate incidences that led you to being on the wanted list." He said with a straight an informative tone.

"You can relax around me now though." He said nodding his head down to the left. This was an area just below the collarbone where a scratched up number code used to be, with only a very faded zero being what's left. "I deserted, for this world we live in has corruption all around. What happened to you validates that corruption and fear of the too different." He said in a relaxed, yet serious voice that showed no fear to the others around him.
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Kon and Lunis | Near the Warehouse

The man inside the intestines of Kon had just stopped squirming as the two of them arrived via said man's truck. He smiles, long tounge tasting the air as he lays inside the truck waiting on his companion to finish cleaning off the man's blood. He wonders. . . if people of the stars can learn to follow his mistress then certainly earth would follow suit.
"I may need a few minutessssss my little curiosssssity. In the mean time... how about a game of cardssss?" he smiles and extends his deck which floats mystically next to Lunis.

As for Lunis, changing the bloodied clothes was an easy fix for Lunis, transforming into his lunar garments in mere seconds. The real issue was with his two creamy bunnies that had been splattered in blood during his pet's feeding. Using some of the tissues from their driver's wheelical device, the childlike entity absentmindedly wiped down his furry soldiers, humming a cheery tone that didn't exactly fit the current setting they were in . . . Not that he would have understand this. Although Lunis was perfectly capable of hearing Kon address him, it still took him a few seconds to really process it .
Lunis hesitantly reached out toward card, not exactly happy about having to wait but see the cards had drawn him in,
"Nnnn . . . Okay, but only if we play the fish one."

The deck rapidly changes to have many bright and colorful pictures of various breeds of saltwater fish as well as a fish jumping out of the top card as hands are dealt, floating in front of each player as if beckoning them to be taken.
"No stakessssss of coursssssse my curiossssity. jusssssst for the fun of it." Kon's poker face was perfect as he made the opening move by asking "any twosssss in there little fissssssh?"

Watching in awe at the cards, he reached out to take his deck already distracted from the task at hand. Although he had grabbed the deck without hesitation, Lunis didn't understand Earth-based numerals nor did he fully understand how card games worked.

"Is this a two?" He asked as he leaned closer, showing his deck and pointing at the eight in question, "It has two holes, and it looks like a two." He reasoned cheerfully, letting his unusual gravity lift him up while he tried to peek over at Kon's cards to see if he was right about the two.
Kon chuckles as the cards seemed insulted and pull themselves away "I will teach you how to play cardssss after we get there yessss?" He slowly pulls himself out of the truck and begins to slither around, the sound of crunching bones as he shifts being the only noise.

"Yess sir'y!" Lunis responded as he hopped right out of the truck in pursuit of Kon. He made a quiet sound as he tucked some of his bunnies into the various pockets under his cloak, presumably telling them to sit still for a bit. "Its only a little further down, lets go!" He continued to bounce around, waving the invitation like a banner and began darting off.
Smiling in surprise that Lunis picked the correct direction Kon follows at almost the same speed, the crunching of bones finishing now as they are grounded into a fine powder "I do hope thissssss isssssssn't a trap"

The oddly pair rushed their way down the rest of the way, at some point Lunis spotted the entrance and without any since of caution he jumped ahead of Kon to get right through the doors with the invitation waving in the air, "I made it!" He exclaimed excitedly before slowly landing from his jump and finally taking notice of the others around him. Lunis glanced back over at Kon, unsure about what was next since the only directions he was given was to make his way here and not to die.
"Oh . . . Hello fellow Earthlings."
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Interactions: JustaDudeNamedKyle JustaDudeNamedKyle , OPEN
End Point: Warehouse
 



Zeus || Saint
Brickred Street - Warehouse​





  • One-by-one he assigned them. There was Highlights and Imp, Pretty Boy and Slash, Tux, Titanburb, and Shy. As the seconds ticked to minutes and the minutes ticked away to something else, Zeus focused on coming up with nicknames for everyone else in the room. Not because he had to, but because he was bored. In his mind these nicknames were identities. Ways for Zeus to define the strangers all around him and something to help pass the time as his interest in this place began to quickly dwindle.

    In his distraction of his sacred duty in dishing out names no one would probably ever hear except maybe Saint, Zeus missed their new guest. The guest he'd seen passing by but hadn't mentally recognized and hadn't dutifully named. And the only reason he was recognizing Titzilla now wasn't because she was well endowed, 'although c'mon let's be honest'-- no no, that wasn't the reason. It was because she'd done a good job at drawing his attention with the sound of a can be cracked wide open, and hearing that Zeus turned just in time for him to see her wipe the dribble off before she regarded his pal with a hint of acknowledgement.

    Acknowledgement that Zeus sorta wished he had also. Either way, he chose to stay on the sidelines and watch things play out. Because if there was one thing he loved more than giving people punny or ironic nicknames, it was the sweet and rare treat of watching Saint worm his way out of unexpected conversations.

    "Heh", Zeus grinned, turning and leaning forward to watch with both arms resting on his crate so he could get a better view. Go on Saint he couldn't help but let out a buzzing chuckle, 'WOW' her. And to his utter joy, Saint seemed to have just noticed.

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    Interaction N/A

 
Euclid G. Hawthorne
The Omega

On the wall he sat his back, taking glances every so often at each of those that came. To his surprise, there were certainly much more people that came to the meeting having originally thought that were to be at least three to six people that were going to come and not this many. Omega could only hope that nobody noticed any of those that came, because in his perspective, it would look rather suspicious seeing a few going to some secluded place. But he assumes that those watching eyes he felt observing his every move from earlier would help get rid of those that saw and didn't look as if they were invited.

Though he did question as to why there were a few villains that looked like children, but just shrugged it off and continued silently observing them. The Omega didn't really bother with talking with the other antagonists that came, most of them were having conversations, so they were occupied. Some weren't, like that guy with the Apple Macintosh or one of those really, really old television monitors for a head. It was like a really weird costume party, or some shitty occult club on Halloween deciding to meet in some warehouse because it was simply spookier to do so or some other reason.

A tiny girl approached him as he was observing those that came, and judging from her appearance alone, she was some really young kid. Most likely somewhere between twelve or fourteen in his eyes. Omega's golden eyes peered through the opening of his mask, arms folded as he now took in her appearance. She was really, really tiny in comparison to him. Like some delicate porcelain lolita doll, or whatever the hell the term was. He couldn't remember. Anyways, it seemed like he would also be partaking in some conversation as well from the looks of it.

"Yeah, I got one of those letters too. I'm pretty sure most of those here did," he answered the little girl. "Kitty or Kitkat huh? Well, I'll keep that in mind then. Feel free to just call me Omega or whatever you wanna call me." They call you kitkat because you're sweet and delicious huh? Well, I bet you are. Though to Omega, the nickname Kitkat made more sense to him as some shitty metaphor for her being so small that it's like one could break one of her limbs so very easily. Just like a Kitkat bar. Even if it was just a light grab, and he could be sure of it.

He's killed and ate two kids in the past, a boy and a girl. Both were runaways from what little he spoke with them before taking their lives. And the taste was different from that of an adult, rather than tasting like a stronger and bitter variant of pork, a child tasted more like fully developed veal, not young but not yet beef. So much like it that he could probably serve it to someone ordinary that they'd just think it was veal and nothing else. And judging from the appearance of Kitty here, Omega was sure that she would taste no different if he were to kill her and consume her. A nice steak or a well made burger would be nice.

Sweet and delicious, sweet and delicious indeed. The cravings he has are slowly rising again. Maybe she could be his next potential victim, but considering that she was invited here, she must know how to do some malicious stuff so maybe not. He's got a stash of human meat in a secret fridge so he'll probably just cook and eat that later. And now he's only just noticed the wink that she gave him, and his instantaneous thoughts were on whether or not she was trying to seduce him with that wink. "...Are you trying to seduce me with that wink, 'cause if you are, I'm sorry but I don't date little girls." I eat them.

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    Omni wasn’t too interested in the masked person that decided to sit near her she didn’t start the conversation with what seemed to be the gathers of this meeting so she sure as hell wasn’t gonna for a puny looking villain that didn’t even show his face. She would have been content to simply stay that way observing as people made their way in if not for the fact that the literal next person that entered had to also approach them and start up a conversation.
    She figured that the timidness of his voice was probably just a mask, she’d known people who made themselves to seem harmless only to try to get close enough to slit her throat. Without really realising she had started to relax her grip on her sword as a response to the smile. Why, what did he gain from that.
    “Yeah I’m here because of the letter, granted I found it more than it was sent to me but whatever it’s mine now. So what about you? Given or Pilfered?”
    She did her best to avoid looking at him as much as she could attempting to watch as each new person entered the building. Already she was getting a sense that this was gonna be quite the group. The people gathered there already seemed to be about the same number as her family. She wondered if more would be appearing soon.
    “A dozen already…”


    Warehouse

    Interacting with:
    Beau ( Elenion Aura Elenion Aura )
    -Small backpack
    -Hammer and Chisel (In Bag)
    -Umbrella Sword
    -Brass Knuckles (In Bag)


 

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    Rally was pretty sure that this was the way beautiful friendships started. Or was it? Whatever either way she was listened to! That automatically made Kuroi get ten points in her book. That was a lot, the average so far was at negative ninety. She immediately plompted down right on the same storage crate that Kuroi was sitting on. She turned to face him with a serious look to her face before she instantly broke out in a smile.
    “Niceeeee, so your name’s Kuroi. You’re a cool dude, I approve. So Kuroi how’d you find out about the place huh? Oooooo what about your power?”
    Before even giving him time to respond she jumped back off the crate twirling around to face him again. Would he be a strength type? Oooooo what if he could shapeshift. OR BETTER YET WHAT IF HE WAS TELEPATHIC. She began to move around circling him looking for any obvious signs of what he could be.
    She turned again and looked over everyone else before deciding who would be the best demonstration. Yes her, she thought eying a rather hyper really colorful girl. She immediately used her power, lifting her hand forward thinking closer. In an instant the girl was dragged speedily towards Rally. She had stopped her just in time for the girl to not slam into her. She turned back to Kuroi with a proud smile putting her hands on her hips.
    “This is my power I’m a magnettttt”


    Warehouse
    Interacting with:
    Kuroi ( K KodomoYamiya )
    Acme ( B BlueClover )

    Small Switchblade (Pocket)
    Poisonous Needles (Pocket)
    Backpack Full of spare needles, poisons, and herbs


 
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Kuroi watched intently as Rally showed off how excited she was, and how fast she talked. He knew better then even to try to answer her, he'd lived taking care of his little sister most of his life. Kuroi was pretty much an expert in dealing with small children, at least, small, over-excited female children. If that counted as a specific genre of child? Well, probably not. Though her excitement caused her to bring over some oddly colorful girl who looked like she was cosplaying as someone.

Kuroi didn't care all that much, either way. Though Rally seemed extremely excited in showing off her powers to him, and awfully excited in finding out his own. He felt kind of bad, Kuroi didn't really have many notable powers. Nothing interesting, they couldn't be! Part made illusions, part mostly just saved him the walk to school and the other must never be used. Even so, he chuckled when she said she was a 'magnet' with adorably draw out syllables. Kuroi then spoke "My powers can't even begin to top that, but I can do this..." he closed his eyes for a moment, clearly rather hesitant to show her. He started concentrating on making a plain illusion, something not really all that threatening until

"I made it!"

Such a loud comment completely broke Kuroi's concentration, causing whatever illusion he was about to conjure up to disappear entirely. He turned to shout upset at the person who'd shouted, but his eyes landed squarely on an adorable blue haired boy. Too cute, which is about when he said "Oh... Hello fellow Earthlings." Kuroi's good friend obsession seemed to really be active this evening, as he automatically got up to stare to at the adorable new villain. Immediately he got to recruiting the fan club "Rally, look there. it's beautiful..." Of course, he was talking about the bunny boy, pointing almost mesmerized with the Lunar.

August August BriiAngelic BriiAngelic
 
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Undaunted, Retsu pressed her advantage. She even took one uneasy step forward to match his step back. If the youth's demeanor in any way gave her pause, she didn't let it show. And now at once keenly aware of her audience, Retsu - in the midst of her stare down with the boy by the wall's mask - flashed a glance in the other kid's direction - he seemed a fair better sport than his companion, made apparent by his laughing fit - with a look that was half-smirk, and half-cocked and surprisingly lucid for someone in the latter stages of drunkenness; it cried, "is he always so serious?". The look was gone before it had a chance to be studied.

"Whadda I want? Friends! Duh. That's what we're here for, in'nit?" As if it were just so obvious. She clicked her tongue, her way of showing dissatisfaction with today's young people. Retsu carefully sloshed the contents of her can around, as though checking to see how much of it was left, but all the while kept her eyes locked on that mask, her gaze inscrutable and glassy-eyed. "What's yer problem, anyways? Is yer helmet on too tight or somethin'? Cuttin' off circulation to your brain, is it?" As her line of questioning became increasingly insulting, Retsu leaned in and, with her beer-holding hand, pointed an accusatory finger in the boy's general direction. Just when she seemed to be actually getting angry, a switch in her brain flipped, and instantly all the grit melted out of her like a snow-cone in the summer. "Hahaha~," she giggled to herself in between slurps of her drink as she leaned up against the wall for support.

Eventually she ended up plopped down on the floor, with her back against the wall and her knees up around her chest, all smiles now. She felt warm. "You guys're alright in my book. Sorry if I offended ya before or anythin'." Slurp, pause. "Just thought you looked young 's all..." She trailed off, finished her beer, then started up again, using her now-empty beer can to indicate to each boy in turn, "Say, what's yer names, anywho?" Since the start of their little shenanigans, the place had livened up considerably. Groups were chatting - all newbies, presumably - and the atmosphere felt more like a crappy singles meet-up than anything villain-related. Still, some of the partygoers were more than unsettling, and scaley... But, if Retsu took any notice of them, she didn't make it known.



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