Realistic or Modern Heroes Will Fall [IC]

[Xel]

The PaladinSeaside Warehouse​

He stood in the open, largely ignoring the chattering among the other attendees. While he wasn't particularly averse to socializing there was one crucial barrier preventing him from doing so. That being the fact that every person in that warehouse was a villain who very likely would kill him without a moment's hesitation if it benefited them. Not exactly the sort to get chummy with. Even with those he considered allies there were still secrets among them. You could never truly trust people in this line of work. He was pulled from his thoughts by the distinctive gunshot echoing through the large open space. He made no obvious defensive acts, the fact that it was only a lone shot meant he had nothing to fear. Still, such an action was just asking for a bloodbath in these circumstances.

He looked over at the walking monitor to see the body laying in front of him. "Thought as much." He grumbled quietly to himself with a sigh as he immediately recognized where this was going. As if god himself wished to prove him right creaking could be heard from above and with little warning the ceiling caved in. He was quick, moving out of the way of the falling debris with a roll that ended with him back on his feet and his guns drawn. Both pistols were trained directly on the smokey debris pile where the heroes now took up residence. "And this is precisely why I didn't want Bright or Doc here..."

Was common sense, really. Obviously the heroes wouldn't overlook a gathering of villains. Although the party crashers were an obvious outcome, their numbers left only two possibilities. Either they were very good at their job, or they underestimated those gathered and based on his experience with heroes he doubted it was the latter. He slowly, cautiously, took a few extra steps back to further him from the moonlight trickling in through the hole in the roof. His pure black getup providing good camouflage in the darkened warehouse.

Others seemed to have no issue with revealing themselves as he saw the telltale signs of a fire from the other side of the debris with an electric lightbulb on his side. He made a note to keep an eye on the human torch as he was the second most likely to draw attention from the heroes. The first being the other armored soldier who opened fire. With the others making themselves targets he slowly positioned himself at a distance. For the time being these were his fellow combatants so he made sure he was positioned to cover them should they come under attack.

Seaside Warehouse​

 

[Elenion Aura]

#3: In The Dark​

Fear. A reaction that transcends humanity. Animals feel fear. And like some terror-stricken beast, Beau felt his pulse quicken. His chest was pounding by the time the ceiling collapsed. A cold bead of sweat trickled down his neck, sending shivering chills coursing through him, like the bite of ten thousand fire ants casting his nerves into disarray. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. For years he'd been careful, he'd kept a low profile, eluding the heroes' attention. And now, because of his own stupidity, he was about to come face-to-face with the very thing he'd so painstakingly avoided. No... This wasn't his doing. He was smarter than this. Something, something else must've caused it. What could it be? Quickly his fear turned to rage, and found its focus in that girl. It didn't make sense, but somehow this was her fault. Omni. The sound of it sickened him. That disgusting slut.

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I'll just kill her, that's what I'll do. I'll. Fucking. Kill. Her. Then everything'll go back. Yes... I'll be okay, I'll be okay. I'll wring her fuckin' neck. I'll spill her disgusting whore guts all over this floor and then, and then I'll-- What? She was motioning him to follow. Without thinking, Beau obliged. His eyes were starting to adjust to the dark, now. Something on the side of his face stung. It felt warm on his cheek. And wet. He reached up a hand to his temple and came away with blood between his fingers. Hm? Curious, he thought he must've been struck by some falling debris when the ceiling collapsed. He'd been so worked up that he hadn't noticed til now.

What was going on? Beau peered into the black and dusty nothingness of the warehouse and thought he made out the vague silhouettes of people moving in the gloom. The only person he saw clearly was Omni. Omni. She was saying something, to him and to other people. Were there other people nearby? It didn't matter. Their faces meant nothing to him. Their lives meant nothing. The only one he cared about, the one standing before him, so close to him, was her. If he wanted to he could reach out and touch her right here and now. And he wanted desperately to feel what she felt like. What she tasted like. She was giving orders in an imperious sounding voice. Cute... Beau's gaze trailed down her figure - so small - to watch the way her hips moved as she spoke. The sight of it was hypnotizing, to the point where he knew he was blushing, and felt almost ashamed for it.

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Her presence was intoxicating. Her demeanor sublime. Beau wanted her, to do things to her. It was making him crazy. He forgot, for a moment, the peril of the situation. The heroes, the warehouse, the blood on his face, all of it melted away like rain clouds after a storm, and Omni was the light of the moon peering through. He'd even forgotten his desire to kill her from just a few moments ago. Now she was all he could think about. Absently, his hand slipped behind his back, reaching for his favorite toy he'd stashed there. Beau had something to show her.

Tags: BriiAngelic ​

 

[August]

"Hm?" Lunis titled his head confused by the girl calling him over to look at the dead body, since he was distracted by his recruits running off. He didn't really understand what was happening since Mystro didn't give him much to go off on. Although the alien boy was confused, he did understand that he needed to get out of the way when the ceiling started to collapse. With one graceful spin, Lunis kicked off the ground to send him flying backwards against a wall as the middle collapsed, landing right on his feet with a flutter from his cloak.

"Okay, group count . . ." He muttered quietly as he lifted his cloak out, making some bunny noises to coax his bunnies out of their places. They hopped around him in the air slowly, letting their leader count them with his fingers, "4 . . . oh?" Lunis looked around wishfully. Kon seemed okay, a few familiar faces that had spoken to him didn't seem crushed but . . . Looking over at the damages in the middle, Lunis let out a horrified cry, "My soldiers!"

Still looking at the damages, Lunis emitted a soft glow as a tantrum slowly started to rise within him. In response to his swirl of energy, a spotted bunny floated over to his hand while the others got into place around him. Holding the bunny carefully, he reflected some energy into Spotty, charging the bunny up, "We shall avenge our comrades . . ."

Reeling his arm back similar to a pitcher in baseball, Lunis prepared to fire his adorable missile at the first hero he laid eyes on (which happened to be Bullet Girl), "In the name of the moon, I shall destroy you!" With a loud war cry, he sent Spotty flying at the female hero. The bunny flying towards her like a speeding comet.
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Interactions: Bullet Girl ( BriiAngelic )
Mentions: Kon ( JustaDudeNamedKyle ) , Rally ( BriiAngelic ) , Acme ( B BlueClover )

 

[Ashol]

Nodding in silent agreement to the cannibalistic giant, Faelynn continued to carefully observe the others in the room. She couldn't let anything slip unless she wanted karma to thrust a knife into her back. They were all merely stepping stones for her, but it was a steep and precarious path. One misstep and she might end up tumbling down to her doom, but with high risk came high reward. Some of these 'villains' had a bad reputation among their peers, and with good reason. She easily recognised the Carbon Dragon, who likely ruffled more than a few villains' feathers. While they weren't a threat to her now, she didn't want to test her luck. She made a mental note to take them out should she have the chance.

Moments after she had finished her train of thought, an uncomfortably close gunshot reminded her of the monitor-head's presence. Despite his ridiculous costume, it seemed he was a big shot all along. Hopefully he didn't crash from some equally ridiculous error. Considering that the monitor-head had just shot down a hero, it had made her acutely aware of the situation they were in. She subtly shapeshifted her legs, strengthening the muscles and making them more suitable for running (and dodging, if necessary).

As if confirming her fears, the ceiling came crashing down like a russian jet in turkish airspace. She jumped out of the way just in time to avoid a sudden transformation into a delicious meat paste. Having maintained her nightvision eyes from before, she had no problem seeing in the dark, the dust and debris being the only hinderances. "Looks like the danger level just went through the roof, eh?" She said for anyone close enough to cringe at. Terrible pun aside, she was pretty serious in this situation. While she had originally planned to keep her powers entirely hidden from the others - at least, until she knew she could trust them - she had no intention of taking any risks when it can to unknown heroes.

Growing a pair of cat ears on her head, her sense of hearing and overall perception was raised significantly. She had left out the claws to surprise her enemies once she closed in. Trickery and deception were a fighter's greatest tools. By now, she'd noticed what appeared to be a ninja in the darkness. For a moment, she thought her eyes had failed her, before she remembered how ridiculous costumes could get. The others likely didn't notice him yet, and she was hoping he didn't notice that she noticed. She had a preference for ending things quickly and without injury.

Roxasarass BriiAngelic

 

[JustaDudeNamedKyle]

Kon groaned under the weight of the roof as he shifts onto his tail, letting the bunnies he had protected under him out... then he hears that blasted noise
"oh good... hessss here..." he stands and roars to his allies "THE DAMN ENGINEER IS MINE!" as he dashes off out of the building following the tracks of the bot.
Any heroes that moved for him were quickly dashed around with a quick slither of his tail as he is filled with a hunger... the mistresses hunger... "Keep his head my pet... I want that delicious brain..."​

 

[Roxasarass]

Euclid G. Hawthorne
The Omega

"Hmm?" Turning his head around, the cannibal's gaze fell upon the now dead body of a hero. Fallen from the top of the warehouse's roof, with a bullet being the clear killer. Now limp and lifeless, stripped of the consciousness it had a few moments ago. Dead, in much more simpler words. And now, tensions shall rise and there will most likely be a battle to unfold right in this very building they stood in. A whole multitude of most likely powerful villains, each with abilities just like those heroes that are most likely to come down at any second now. In which a battle he himself would be participating in would occur.

It was a shame that the dead body couldn't be taken though, there was far too much risk now considering that was a hero. Omega could have extracted the meat, put it through a meat grinder and shape it with his bare hands into a perfect shape. Then cooking it into a mouth-watering, enticing and appealing burger that any meat eater would love to it. So long as they didn't know, of course. He'd never met another cannibal, and most likely would never as it is a strange and considered immoral to eat one's own kind. He of course couldn't care less about their thoughts, and focused on his own.

Creaks could be heard coming from the roof, along with slight bits of dust seen falling. The masked villain readied himself for the extremely likely possibility of a fight, getting himself into a stance. He had confidence in his ability to fend for himself, having learned the martial art of Savate and he was fairly proficient in using his powers after all. This would be the perfect time to utilize those skills. "It's about to get real serious huh?" he said to himself, now very cautious. One of the explanations he could come up with as to how they knew of this meeting was that one of them were being followed, and he's willing to bet that it's the right answer.

The roof caved in, crashing down on them like a bunch of heavy idiots just jumped at the same time and continued doing it until the ceiling came down. Omega stood his ground, and swiped away at any debris that came his way. He's right near the wall anyways, so he couldn't back away. Swiping it away was easier than dodging. Next thing he heard was a shitty pun made by none other than the sweet and delicious Kitty. "That was a really shitty pun, Kitkat." But then again all puns are as equally shitty as the other. Some are funny, some are just downright aren't.

The first hero he spotted was the Cold Steel Mistress, or Bullet Girl as he liked to call her, and she was going to be his first target. Reckless as it may be to just downright make the first move, if it meant he would have the upper hand it didn't matter. Overpowering your opponent is what you're supposed to do in a fight, and in any way possible. Dirty tricks were okay, shameful but alright. Now was the time to fight, and fight he shall. There were most likely going to be other heroes stepping in between them, but he could just dodge through flying if he wanted.

Actually, there were people already going for her. And it was the adorable little boy. That would be fine and dandy, but he liked people not getting in the way when he fights. He could very easily just incapacitate a normal person at maximum strength after all, any useful allies might get hit by him. And doing that to a useful asset that might just be the key to winning would be disastrous. But he's willing to give it a shot, he just has to make sure he only hits Bullet Girl and not allies. Though he still has to be cautious for any other heroes. It was time to give this a shot.

Omega charged, going right for the female hero. Pulling out his pistol, he decided to shoot two bullets at her though only as distractions so that he could do her in using an opening from that. It would alert her of his presence, but he could probably get there before fast and quick. She's only got bullets after all, and a hope that when the guns are empty he isn't standing anymore. Holstering his gun once again, Omega then decided it'd be best if he flew towards her instead. It'd be easier for him to dodge, and probably faster for him to get there. And so, he's flying towards her and preparing to hit. Omega just hopes it hits and there'll be nobody getting in the fucking way.

Tags: Ashol August BriiAngelic ​

 

[BriiAngelic]

• GM PLOT POINT
• Rally || Omni

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  Warehouse
  
  She landed with a thud to the floor. The area around her wasn’t well lit but it didn't matter much Sonar and Night owl were more than used to avoiding getting shot. There were more of the people here than they were expecting to gather but it made no difference they lived and breathed war. She looked around at the rabble that made up the lowest rungs of their society. Pathetic, low class, Monsters.
  He descended into the darkness like it was an old friend. Yes this was his home enveloped in the shadows, ruling over all those who thought their paltry little gadgets would save them. He was quick to mentally mark out where his territory ended. He had to be quick about taking down the ones that strayed to close to the dark or he'd be hit, and there was no telling just what power level these villains were. Not that it mattered everyone went down when the jugular was severed, he should know he severed a lot. Everyone was just blood and guts in the end.
  He made sure his back was to the debris at all times. He couldn’t afford to let them regroup, it would cause numerous problems. While he would have been able to regroup as well there wasn’t a need to. While Tank may have some more to grow he was confident that the Captain could handle watching over her. They hadn’t made it this far just to start doubting each other now. He needed to make sure to get rid of as many of these villains as possible or else their comrade would have just died in vain.
  She didn’t know what was going on with the weird blue haired brat but she didn’t have the time to deal with him. She was far better at killing that capture so she didn’t wanna be fighting the kiddos, she could leave that to Sonar. At least that’s what she planned to do until she realized these brats may actually be worth the fight. She saw something being hurled at her like a speeding comet and immediately let out a spray of bullets. Unfortunately that didn’t seem like a smart move as she caused a fucking explosion. She quickly found herself surrounded as the second she moved backwards to escape the bullets from a flying male, and where the hell did he come from, and exploding bunny she had just enough just in time to realize another half pint joined in the fray knocking one of her guns backwards at the speed of sound. What the fuck today was not her day.
  He hadn’t expected that the redhead would rush in so obviously were all the villains this stupid? What if he just ended her there? Granted he meant to but he didn’t hear the boom he expected to, he’d have to check that later. He supposed that it could just be possible that the woman had some power that allowed her to survive that but he was gonna focus on the one closest to him. He started to approach the male left behind as he turned up the sound waves reaching levels that would disturb the entire warehouse.
  He felt a presence in his territory. Had he been found? He sunk further towards the wall and looked out. Yes he had. There were people who seemed to have night vision on this side, how unfortunate. He needed to kill them first. He lowered himself low to the ground and brought out his blades. He shot forwards in the dark aiming at severing the violet clothed woman in two. As soon as he'd deal with her he'd get the other ones lining the wall.
  
  
  
  BriiAngelic B BlueClover August K KodomoYamiya Elenion Aura Roxasarass Ashol JustaDudeNamedKyle
  

  Spoiler: Groups & Infos

  Left Side:
  Engaged With Cold Steel:
  Lunis, Rally, Omega
  Engaged with Night Owl:
  Fae
  Engaged with Sonar:
  Omni (At the Start), Beau (He's about to be)
  Not Currently Fighting:
  Kon, Kuroi, Acme, Red (Observer)
  Extra Notes:
  -Rally Send the gun Flying to Beau (You can use it, ignore it, or get hit by it all up to you)
  
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  Warehouse
  
  Good, her new toy was okay. She’d have actually been upset if she had to find another, why wasn’t there any other younger toys to mess with. Wait what if she was the youngest that would be fun. No wait now wasn’t the time for that, there were heroes. Heroes sucked heroes killed people and got praised for it. She wouldn’t wanna kill but they came to kill the whole group so they couldn’t be left alive.
  Once the roof caved in it was even harder to see, eyes had to readjust to the now pale moonlight streaming down the hole it created. Wow that was huge. Did these heroes really do that, that’s so awesome! No, no it wasn’t what is she talking about. How many were around. Looked like she could see about four people? Oh no wait look there were people in the light now was that a smart idea.
  The light was the safest to be under, they couldn’t risk friendly fire. Wait were they all fighting on the same side. That wasn’t a great assumption, what if someone attempted to stab her from the back? If that was their plan she was already a dead girl walking. However there were obvious threats, they needed to go down now. She’d slit their throats and watch as they bleed out. She wouldn’t stop there though stab until they’re dead don’t leave behind uncertainties.
  The heroes were unknowns they needed to show their power now. She should run them through but what if they could phase through it. What if they were illusions it wasn’t impossible after all he managed to. Only one was close enough to see but she knew there were more, it was only sensible after all. Unless this one was super strong, was that possible. They didn’t know her they couldn’t have. She stepped back closer to the man she’d spent most of the night speaking with. She let the back of her hand brush past his as she whispered to him.
  “I’m going to charge, when I do you get ready. He doesn’t have a weapon with enough range to beat a sword so he’s gonna wind up giving away his power when he retaliates.”
  If she had the time to she could bring down the debris, it wouldn’t necessarily be safe to but she could. Unfortunately she could see a woman with guns. That was bad bullets went fast, she could only handle so many. Not to mention the fact that she was not hesitating to use them. Ooo She must have a lot. She decided she had to get away from this woman the blue boy should have it right? No what if he didn’t and went splat. That’d be a problem he was another potential new toy. Especially since Miss Guns was crazy enough to shoot a bunny. Oh she knew what to do.
  “Bad Idea Lady”
  You had to lead by example. She charged straight forwards with full intention to slice him in two. She knew it was horribly obvious what she had planned, she could only hope that he listened. If they gathered up and attacked from several angles they should be easily able to overpower the heroes. She did a quick faint left just before she swung the blade. She had just nearly managed to connect when she was thrown backwards fast enough to throw her halfway across the room.
  She had just managed to send the one of the woman’s guns flying, and man did she hope that didn’t wind up hitting one of the people on her side. She had just a minute to react to the red haired woman being thrown her way. She stopped her just in time before a loud static feedback filled the room, causing her to cover her ears.
  
  Interacting with:
  Lunis ( August )
  Beau ( Elenion Aura )
  Heroes ( BriiAngelic )
  
  Mentions:
  Kuroi ( K KodomoYamiya )
  
  

  Spoiler: Items Held

  Rally:
  Small Switchblade (Pocket)
  Poisonous Needles (Pocket)
  Backpack Full of spare needles, poisons, and herbs
  Omni:
  -Small backpack
  -Hammer and Chisel (In Bag)
  -Umbrella Sword
  -Brass Knuckles (In Bag)

  
  
  
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[KodomoYamiya]

Kuroi _THE CLUSTER-FUCKER_

Kuroi had just realized that Rally quite literally just ran head first into danger, and did a great service of knocking the gun out of the womans hand. The 'Demon Prince' was waaay out of his field, he usually didn't jump head first into battle, as likely mentioned previously, he mostly combatted heros via setting up traps and luring them to his homefield. Not the other way around, even so. He knew he was probably one of the few people with the ability to see clearly at the moment, with that ability on a battery, he had to act fast.

And so, in a move one could call quite idiotic, he started conjuring illusions. Illusions of what exactly? Everyone around him. Heros, villains, debris, he was trying to make it look like there was more. Of course, he planned out where he wanted illusions to appear, though not all of them showed up in the proper place and they were oddly large, it was meant as a distraction. He was prepared to watch the game of cat and mouse unfolding before him, then again, he himself wasn't sure who was real and who wasn't except for Rally and his new younger blue haired brother. Whom of which he'd just learned was fighting for the moon, which only made him more endearing for some reason. He truly hadn't been paying attention before hand, nor did he exactly care beforehand.

Then again, the illusions were all rather large in size, and as previously mentioned some were of the heros themselves. This level of cluster-fuckery required his full concentration to keep up however, and well, it was quite the double edged sword.

Directly mentions- BriiAngelic August
Impacts- BriiAngelic August Elenion Aura Roxasarass Ashol JustaDudeNamedKyle (just about everyone on his side really)

 

[BlueClover]

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“Have no fear! Tank Girl is here!” The blue headed girl yelled out as the roof caved in and she was revealed. Her fist and feet were a deep blood red and her eyes bloodshot. Along with her came a spinning blue tornado that floated down. “You can’t announce yourself like that.” Tornado Thunder smirked as electricity seemed to flow through his hands. “No mercy!” That’s when a bullet came from one of the villains, however, it was stopped by a portal opening in front of it. “Don’t let your guard down.” That’s when the bullet was shot right back with equal force towards Carbon.

Tank girl’s fist pulsed as she slammed her fist into the concrete, causing it to jag up. This was her shield but also her ammunition. Tank Girl then punched pieces of the concrete forward at the villains. Meanwhile, Tornado Thunder began to spin again, taking pieces of the rubble to throw right at the villains.
The Regal Rper Ashol Elenion Aura Space_Kaiser Leovonis Royally Rose Xel

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As the roof caved in, Acme moved away from the rubble. However, her arm got caught and the weight flattened it. She pulled it out to reveal the now paper thin limb. “Heroes.” Everything else around her seemed to fade to black, the only thing being the people who just decided to barge in. Acme didn’t even listen to the girl yelling, rather charging straight at the green hair boy. She placed her flattened thumb in her mouth as it started to expand until it was 5 times its natural size. She threw her hand only to be blasted back by the sound right into a wall. However, she simply rose back up from the perfect hole in the wall and charged again, her mind set to kill.

BriiAngelic August K KodomoYamiya Elenion Aura Roxasarass Ashol JustaDudeNamedKyle
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Data heard the ceiling cave in, knowing that they had been found out. He was forced to the right where he hid in a crevice. The man decided to take control of the security they had around the warehouse, or at least, the ones that were still standing. “Alright everyone. Looks like we’ve been spotted so why don’t we make this a game. Kill the heroes, or better yet immobilize them. Whoever does so will get recognition and a higher position.” He then broke control, contacting someone else in the warehouse. “Time to bring in the big guns.” That’s when the metal man intercepted it.
BriiAngelic Royally Rose August K KodomoYamiya Xel Elenion Aura Roxasarass Ashol The Regal Rper JustaDudeNamedKyle Xel Leovonis Space_Kaiser simj26 The One Eyed Bandit
“Understood.” Once he was cut off, he sighed. “I don’t get paid enough for this shit.” He placed down a little device, right into the rubble which began to beep. “Let’s hope no one tried to go for the middle.

 

[Space_Kaiser]

Alan || Carbon Dragon

Alan saw his fellow teammates retreat into the darkness, who were getting better positions to attack or sneak up onto the heroes. All the while he hid behind his shield for protection, waiting for an attack from the enemy. Suddenly he felt five rounds hit his shield, making five loud clack sounds. He didn't hear any gunfire from the enemy side nor the signature sound of a suppressor, which meant they had a high grade suppressor that the suit couldn't pick up or somehow his rounds were returned to him. If it were the case of the latter then that was even worse, because one of them had the power to somehow return incoming projectiles. As Alan was trying to think of a plan of attack, he heard computer screen's voice around the warehouse. After hearing his instructions, Alan didn't care if he got recognition he just wanted to clear the threat. He peaked from his shield again when suddenly pieces of concrete came flying at him.

He ducked behind his shield once more as pieces of concrete hit the shield with heavy force. He peeked over again and saw a girl with her limbs bleeding punching the hell out of a slab of concrete that wasn't there when he first looked at the heroes, then a spinning electric tornado hurling rubble. As his shield got hit again he put his head back behind it and took even further brunt of the incoming projectiles. He took this time to think about what kind of powers these heroes had, since they weren't in his databases. The electric tornado was pretty self-explanatory, the girl had to have some sort of super strength power. However she was bleeding heavily, meaning she didn't have high physical resistance yet she seemed to ignore the pain. Some kind of adrenaline power? Either way it involved super strength, and that's all he cared about.

Lastly however was the third hero, the one in the white suit. He had to be the one that sent his bullets back at him. How he did it was still unknown to him. He could use some kind of telekinetic power that reversed his bullets and shot them right back at him, which if that were the case then if he could stop something that fast then Alan couldn't even get close at all. However the bullet's hit at the same velocity as they left his gun, which if he were telekinetic then he would have fired them back at him much faster if he wanted to cause real damage. Another alternative is wormhole manipulation, however mastery over that ability is difficult. If that were the case then he was a fairly powerful hero, and very dangerous against Carbon. If it were the other two, then it'd be easy for Carbon to do take care of the threat. With the other though, it'd be much tougher to do.

The only plan he could think of was get as close as he can, eliminate the white suit, then take out the other two with the other people in the vicinity. He had actually hoped the others that got in close would attack as well. If that were the case, then overwhelming the white suit may be lead to a victory. He then put that plan in motion, hoping that the others would attack at once as well, or at least a few. He lifted his shield up and kept his body lowered, slowly approaching the group of heroes. In an effort to find out directly what the white suits power was, he stopped after ten feet of walking and stuck his gun out to fire another volley of five bullets at the white suit. He then picked up his shield again, kept his body as low as possible,and slowly approached the heroes.
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B BlueClover Xel Elenion Aura The Regal Rper Royally Rose

 

[The Regal Rper]

Zeus || Saint
Brickred Street - Warehouse​

• Demigod
• St.

• 
  Neither one of them moved. Saint guarded Zeus' back, while Zeus remained as still as a statue. Both were focused, both were alert, both doing their parts in their own duo.
  
  As Zeus focused he found a lot of things that happened at once as sparks of life colored the room and took the form of their biological owners. He heard Saint's steady heartbeat first, he sensed his friend's muscles tense and relax when something sounded on the distance only for it to be on the other side. On both sides of the room Zeus sensed two, one with monitor, one with axions that exploded like fireworks; both watching them all. And Zeus had to wonder why, but his attention shifted as he expanded his reach and covered the room.
  
  The first thing he felt was.....female....she shifted her biology, heard her body shift; her neurons, tendons, and muscles adapt,bend, grow then sprout something his senses couldn't make out from her head, but if he had to guess they were ears. Second, third, fourth and fifth, he felt a male and female near each other, facing whom he presumed to be a hero, with not too far away. Stretching his reach, Zeus felt that other armored guy, he was tense but he was alert- muscles ready to spring into action, heart as calm as a gentle river- like he'd done this before. In the distance heard a cry, distorted by the hum of vocal cords as some small kid like individual strengthened his grip on a.....rabbit?...and then launch it towards one of the figures he realized was a hero.
  
  Then he felt a kid, who he presumed to maybe be Demon Face, do something. Sprouts of shadows emerging all around but nothing that gave off signals he could pick up so Zeus ignored them, organizing fakes from the real ones. Relaying everything he sensed, everything he saw- to his buddy, Saint.
  
  Saint heard the instructions of the monitor reverberate through the room and only spared them a second's thought before he gave Zeus most of his attention while he stayed alert for them both. Zeus could dodge things faster than he could, but in the state he was in, if a bullet came he wouldn't be able to move in time to avoid getting hit in a spot where his reinforced pads didn't cover him and his light armor couldn't do the finest job of protection. Even if he could increase his own durability, Saint stood as his friend's shield and sword. Eyes closed, mind open.
  
  "Saint...." No response, but Zeus didn't need one. "One of the guy's on our side is moving. He's firing toward's the heroes...I think."
  
  Saint's head nodded. "The heroes?"
  
  "Grouped together... looks like four of them? At least on our side. One did something to deflect our guy's bullet. From what I can tell the female's the one with the most strength, can practically feel her muscles from here with every pulse."
  
  "And the ones on our side?"
  
  "Only the guy I mentioned before has moved up, everyone else is on guard."
  
  Saint stayed silent for a second. "Alright....go have fun."
  
  Zeus grinned as every spark of life faded and he took a second to adjust to the darkness then like a beacon of light his nigh light glow burned into a bright flashlight in the dark. And he took off straight for the one Saint had expected him like a bike going down hill. Every step he took closed the gap by four then five then six steps before he even knew it, Zeus could see the electricity flowing from one of the heroes and immediately he chose to not attack, but tackle, rushing up he zoomed toward s Tornado with a burst of speed that left streams of light in his wake, grinning under his mask like a madman out for a hearty lunch.
  
  Bullets of concrete headed his way and for some he literally went right through them. He hardened the dermis and epidermis, increased his bone density and his muscle strength. For others too big he dodged, choosing not to slow down his speed.
  
  He was going to split that group up and take this guy on his own. It'd been weeks since he'd had the chance to use his powers in a real brawl, and he'd be damned if he had interruptions stop him.
  
  Mentions: Elenion Aura BriiAngelic Space_Kaiser Xel
  
  Interactions: B BlueClover ( Tornado )
  
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  Saint watched his friend disappear in the span of five seconds, becoming nothing more than a dot of light as he zoomed towards his target of focus. Even if that target did have on or two similar abilities as his friend.
  
  He ignored that detail and continued moving forward. With Zeus gone he was shrouded in darkness. He moved slow, letting his eyes adjust. Then picked up speed, going from a walk, to a jog, circling around the warehouse silent steps but cautious ears. Fists gathered air molecules as they moved back in forth in tandem with his pace.
  
  Then he spotted her. Tank. Saint headed her way, ducking, dodging and sliding out of projectile paths like this was a dance.
  
  Shifting his foot, bobbing his stance from left to right and right to left Saint danced lightly on his feet like boxer using the black, silver, and gray colors of his clothes and armor to camouflage the dull glow of his mask and himself in the shadows as he lined himself up, drawing an arm back. Studying how she punched, how she hit each slab of concrete to spray at him and the others.
  
  One large chunk came his way and he turned in a circle on one foot to dodge then stopped himself with his other, facing the hero letting that arm shoot out like a spring activated trigger. Condensed air caused a light drift to travel around him and rustle his clothes as he sent the strike out, but he didn't stop there. His right fist followed his left and he sent another strike out towards Tank. Cutting into her shield. Leaving dents in it then piercing holes like paper and scissors when more joined.
  
  Some of his strikes went straight through the shield and gently bit at her skin. When he saw there was no effect, Saint coalesced molecules even more, increased the density of his strikes, and began moving towards Tank, still hidden enough in the shadows but visible enough for her specifically to see. Fist after fist went off like well practiced triggers. Quick jabs, bobs and dodges, turns that led into other strong condensed air projectiles as he dodged most attacks that came from her and used some that hit him to fuel his own counter strikes that slowly ate away at her shield and began hitting her.
  
  Every strike Saint used wasn't a strike meant to kill. It went through her shield, yeah, it hit her hard sometimes, light and gentle on others, but the gentle ones were love taps while the hard ones were bad mosquito bites.
  
  He didn't want her dead. He wanted her attention. To distract her from her team and draw her towards him. Death wasn't his goal. Hurting her, was. He wanted her hurt. To see the stuff 'heroes' like her actually do in places like this. He wanted her to feel pain, wanted her to suffer, not out of anger or some dark emotion, in all honesty he felt nothing as he traded blows. He just wanted her to hurt because that's what he'd been taught how to do. To injure, beat, and break.
  
  But Tank? He was just teasing her. She was a rookie, he could tell from the moment she declared her entrance and Saint knew he wasn't ready to face any pros yet. But her? He wanted her to know he was playing with her. That he didn't think this was serious enough. He even chuckled loud enough for her to hear when one of her hits hit him and he stumbled back to catch himself.
  
  He didn't get why their hosts were doing this and he didn't care. Saint just wanted to end this quickly, but not before he taught Tank a lesson. That they weren't really heroes.
  
  They were shams.
  
  Mentions:N/A
  
  Interactions: B BlueClover (Tank | Target ) {Capt. WormHole | Wary }
  

 

[Xel]

The PaladinSeaside Warehouse​

Just as expected the heroes focused their attention on the villains that made their presence known. Sure the girl was throwing concrete debris everywhere but that wasn't anything taking cover behind a shipping container couldn't solve. The fact that the debris was being thrown about haphazardly confirmed that she wasn't gunning for any specific target. Still, the fact that Suit could absorb and reflect bullets made things a bit cumbersome. The other two were straight forward enough, Dreidel and Juggernaut weren't anything he was concerned with. But Suit? Safely behind cover he holstered one of his guns and reached into a pouch to pull out a flattened cigarette. With practiced fluidity he slipped the narcotic through the hole in his helmet and lit it up, taking a puff before putting the lighter away and taking out his gun once more.

He leaned to the side, peaking out from behind his cover to see what his 'comrades' were doing. The armored guy was moving forward under the cover of his shield, his attention seeming to be focused on Suit. The nightlight on the other hand was going for Dreidel. Smoke filtered out of his helmet as he moved around the cargo container to get a side vantage point against the heroes. He took steady aim with his left pistol and just as the armored guy opened up another salvo he released his own. A steady three shots aimed directly at Suit's abdomen.He could pretty much guarantee how this was going to go, if simply attacking from two angles at the same time was all it took Suit wouldn't be a hero. With that in mind he ducked back behind the container the moment the bullets were loosed. He saw what had happened with Dragon's first volley.

Not about to just wait around for the obvious conclusion he slipped his pistol back into it's holster and pulled a cylindrical grenade from his belt. He turned a small knob at one of the grenade before throwing it up high, over the container and high over the heads of the three heroes. After only a few quick seconds the grenade deployed a small parachute, steadying it over the trio of heroes as it slowly started floating downward. Within a second of the parachute deploying the grenade detonated. It acted as a shaped charge directing all it's shrapnel down in a cone directly upon the three heroes and anyone around them. He was curious to see if Suit's portals could keep up with the volume of fire on both himself and his allies.

Seaside Warehouse
Interactions: B BlueClover
Mentions: Space_Kaiser The Regal Rper​

 

[Elenion Aura]

• Retsu
• Beau
• Zeke

• ​

  Keeping low and keeping out of sight were the names of the game - a game that was made infinitely easier thanks in no small part to the parade of slack-jawed chimpanzees flinging their dung all over the place. And chief among the monkeys were the boys she'd been talking to before all Hell broke loose. While Thing 1 and Thing 2 were lighting up the whole place with their fancy suits, another guy was vomiting fire all over the floor, temporarily bathing the otherwise-darkened warehouse in light. There were a few gunslingers firing off rounds, too. Not to mention the heroes themselves, who were doing a bang-up job of appearing even more inept than the villains.
  
  Tank Girl? Pfffffft. What sort of fetus announces her presence like that? The Tornado Guy was a little better, but Retsu quickly discerned the real threat among them. She wasn't the only one, either, as evidenced by the focused fire from one of the armored gunmen. Even so, the combined power of Tank Girl and Tornado Guy wasn't anything to scoff at, Retsu acknowledged with a grunt as she ducked out of the way of a screaming piece of floor that had whizzed just inches over her head. They were launching debris all over. Based on how irregular and scattered the attacks were, Retsu figured that they didn't have any particular target in mind and were just firing indiscriminately. Not a bad strategy, all things considered. Especially with that guy running defense.
  
  Retsu's eyes - by now adjusted to the (lack of) light in the warehouse - narrowed when they found the man in the suit. She had seen him return bullet fire. A guy like that was dangerous. Retsu tightened her grip on the blade. She was mulling over just how much effort she wanted to expend to take out suit-man when what sounded for all the world like a frag grenade detonation dragged her attention back to the center of the action just as the resultant shock-wave of condensed air blasted her in the face, blowing her hair back.
  
  "This shit is bananas." Retsu thought as she slunk along the wall, quick and quiet like a shadow in the dark. The longer she went undetected, the better chance she had of taking out suit-guy. But, before that, she wanted to observe a little longer and flesh out her hypothesis on what his capabilities were.
  
  
  

  Tags: The Regal Rper Leovonis Space_Kaiser Xel B BlueClover ​

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  #4: Off To The Races​

  
  

  
  Everything that happened next did so in a blur of motion and sound. Beau felt her hand brush up against his, and wished she'd left it there. Something inside him felt warm, and he felt his face flush again. She said something. What was she saying? Beau could hardly hear over the sound of his own heart beating madly in his ears, drowning her words. Then, just like that, she was gone.
  
  "Omni, wait--!!" He wanted to shout, but the words choked him 'til he could scarcely breathe. All he could do was watch as she charged headlong into danger. Why did she do that? Why did she leave? Anger bubbled up inside him like a pot of tea set to boil. His head whipped around as something small, black and vaguely familiar-looking flew towards him. When he reached out to catch it, he recognized it as a handgun. Beau's face softened with surprise as he stared at the sleek black metal.
  
  

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  He looked down and admired the weapon in his hands. From whence it had come, Beau couldn't hazard a guess, nor did he care to. Instead, he took it as a sign, and lined up the sight on the hero Omni was charging.
  
  Beau's hand was shaking. He'd never fired a gun before. They weren't his taste. He closed one eye, as though doing so would help him aim, or at the least cease the trembling in his arm. The weight of the gun felt almost unearthly in his hand. Fearful he might drop it, Beau tightened his grip, nearly squeezing the trigger in the process. Fear overwhelmed him. He felt frozen in place. What if he hit Omni? What if he wanted to... Before he had a chance to figure out which one of them he wanted to shoot more, Omni was sent careening back towards him, only to fly past and land some distance behind him.
  
  "Omni!" This time he did call out to her, craning his neck over his shoulder to try and catch a glimpse of her mangled body. As he was distracted, a sound unlike he'd ever heard pierced him. His eyes bulged wide with shock. Beau desperately clutched at his ear with his free hand to try and keep out the sound that shook the very walls. By some miracle, he held onto the gun. The sound was coming from that hero. Angry at him for what he'd done to his woman, Beau opened fire. He snarled like a beast as his face contorted to reflect his pain, and his rage. The flash of the muzzle ignited the maniacal fury behind his eyes.
  
  As he fired his third shot at the sonic hero, Beau watched as his vision filled with strange images that weren't there before. The images, of villains and heroes alike, were enough to give him pause. He turned around and ran toward the place he thought Omni had gone. His knife was in his hand, now, and he swung wildly at any apparition in his way.
  
  "Omni!" He called, as he slashed savagely through the head of a figure before him, "Where are you?!" He just had to find her. If he found her, everything would be fine.
  

  Tags: BriiAngelic ​
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  TAGS: JustaDudeNamedKyle ​

  INITIALIZE:​

  "Blue! Are you there, Blue? Come in, Blue! Damnit, where is he?"
  ​

  Zeke looked up at the smoking wreckage of the warehouse. Based on that - and Renegade's failure to respond to comms - Zeke elected to do the unthinkable: go himself. He slammed the top of the dash, spurring the lazy bot to action.
  
  

  "C'mon, get the lead out! We're goin' in!"​

  
  The roadster, dubbed Crazy Train by Zeke himself, tore off down the path toward the now-dilapidated warehouse. Zeke squinted as some sort of dust cloud looked like it was getting larger, like it was coming towards them. Soon, the vague outline of a monstrous, lizard-snake-man-beast came into focus. Zeke's immediate reaction to the new threat went as follows:
  
  

  "Shit, shit! What the fuck! Pull out! Get us the Hell outta here! Reverse! Move, move, move!"​

  
  He beat his fist on the dash as the roadster peeled back out the way it came.

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[JustaDudeNamedKyle]

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Kon was thankful that this man did not know his power. He had escaped the bloodshed inside the warehouse but he still had to show his worth to both the other villians and his mistress. As such he started to pray.
Praying in his tongue was filled with hisses and shouts loud enough to wake the dead, he prayed that his enemy would not respond with gunfire, he prayed that he would not have more heroes guarding him, but most of all he prayed that this man never see the light of day again. "I AM MY MISTRESSES ULTIMATE WARRIOR! I AM THE MAN WHO WILL END YOUR LIFE TODAY MAN OF MACHINE! I AM THE DEVIL'S DEALER! THE DEALER OF DEATH AND DESTRUCTION!!" with his statement made he went to work. Kon made a show of standing at his full height so he could easily dodge downwards, he screamed in his eldritch tongue loud enough that it was heard even back at the warehouse a short distance back. He readied his knife for combat as he dashes forward. "I WILL EAT YOUR HEART AND PUT YOUR SOUL TO OBLIVION HERO!!

 

[BriiAngelic]

• GM PLOT POINT
• Rally || Omni

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  The Hero Playlist
  The Noise Fulling the Warehouse
  Warehouse
  
  He was very annoyed. He had no idea where that gun came from but he definitely got glanced with the last shot. The blood running down his cheek was gonna make him laughed at by Cold Steel. He didn’t even need to deflect the first and second, honestly didn’t think the man had it in him to manage a straight shot, it was rather obvious from the way he held it that he had no experience with a gun before. He supposed that he should know at this point in his career to not underestimate the value of desperation and pure luck. He didn’t even look twice as he threw the next woman coming in for an attack hard enough to kill three people. He was actually a bit surprised that she got back up at that point but he simply kept up the assault.
  In all her life she’d never been this free. She may have been down to the one handgun but she knew that she didn’t have to worry about shooting her own now. Sonar was letting off his soundwaves so there was no way she was gonna be confused by these brats petty little illusions, not to mention she’d never got a shot on him when she’d meant to let alone when she didn’t. Night owl was smart enough to avoid getting shot with stray bullets, he’d probably start getting to higher ground soon. Yes today was gonna be a liberating day indeed. Now if only she could break the flying brat's shield...
  “DIE, DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEEEEEEE YOU MOTHERFUCKING SCUM”
  He knew that was a bad sign, he had stopped with the woman he had been swatting. Cold steel was tugging on her leash with a fury. At the very least he should go make sure that she could handle what she was getting into. Yelling like that only painted a bright neon sign on your chest yelling kill me kill me. Not to mention it got more and more unintelligible the longer she shouted. He was fairly certain he heard her insulting their ummm bedroom skills at one point but at this point Steel was probably just yelling to yell. At the very least she was going through a healthy supply of bullets if he was counting right. She must have gone through a whole magazine worth of creation at this point. He began to head to regroup with her as he easily created a seismic push of energy with every step he took.
  “Hopefully the others aren’t being as damn incompetent.”
  
  
  BriiAngelic B BlueClover August K KodomoYamiya Elenion Aura Roxasarass Ashol
  

  Spoiler: Groups & Infos

  Left Side:
  Engaged With Cold Steel:
  She shooting everywhereeeeeee
  Engaged with Night Owl:
  Fae
  Engaged with Sonar:
  Beau (at the start), Acme
  Not Currently Fighting:
  Red (Observer)
  Extra Notes:
  -Sonar's heading to regroup with CS (Might wanna stop that)

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  Rally Omni Fight Mix
  Warehouse
  
  She knew that she was picking a winner when Kuroi said he could do illusions but this was even more impressive than she thought. The entire room was filled with mirror images of everyone present. Heck she even thought she saw two or three of herself running about. Which was really impressive with how little vision she now had. She even got to hear the chaos of screams that seemed to erupt from more than just the hero. She began using her powers to start trying to grab all the clones of the villains. Luckily enough she didn't seem to be able to grab the fake ones, which made this far easier.
  She was still railing a bit from both the force she was thrown with and the overwhelming noise that nearly drowned out the chaos surrounding her. This was insane did things really go so bad so quick. Damn maybe she should’ve stayed on the defensive. Either way she couldn’t think about that now she had to get up and fight, noise be damned, if she wanted to actually live through this. It was so much simpler when she was working with people she could plot around. Either way she had heard Beau yell for her followed by gunshots. She didn’t know if the green hair dick had a gun, probably not of she would be a mess of bullet holes as well, but either way that wasn’t a great sign.
  She was having a grand time as she continued to play guess and check with the illusions. She managed to pull the blue haired boy at one point but stopped before he could be noticable moved, after all if she didn’t plan on making them targets she needed to grab them all at once. Since the only thing obviously fake was the misplaced debris she was in for a rather long game. It seemed for the most part though that all the green haired dudes within seeing distance were faked though as the long red haired lady was slicing throw them like butter. The static was still going strong but she rather enjoyed the sounds it created. At the very least it was far better than the crazy screams that bullet lady was letting out, not to mention all those gunshots.
  She had a plan. Slice anything that didn’t look like the people who came in before the ceiling came down. It wasn’t a great plan but it was marginally better than waiting around like a sitting duck. Hopefully she managed to kill off the woman before it became obvious that she was a squishy human. While this is what she wanted earlier it’s not at all how she planned to implement it, ideally their side should have been given some warning on how to find who was real and who wasn’t. It wasn’t until mid slash through her fourth illusionary hero that she switched her plans. She had Beau calling for her, the group took priority always.
  She had done it she’d managed to find Kuroi. With a quick mental yank she pulled him and blue boy back from the crazy gunlady. She would have grabbed the redhead too but she looked to be running the complete opposite direction, not to mention she looked perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Let bullet lady run outta bullets first, for now they should try to stop that crazy static mambo.
  “Hey guyssssss, lets go find the speakers and break them.”
  Omni had just managed to locate Beau as she sidestepped a hero attempting to grab her, while it’s possible it was an illusion she wouldn’t be taking any more chances today. It was better to assume they were all real until proven otherwise. She made a quick sideways cut through a line of illusions before she spoke.
  “Here, be careful with the copies Kuroi made them but who knows what they do. What happened with the other dude? Is that where this damn noise coming from?”
  
  Interacting with:
  Lunis ( August )
  Beau ( Elenion Aura )
  Heroes ( BriiAngelic )
  Kuroi ( K KodomoYamiya )
  
  

  Spoiler: Items Held

  Rally:
  Small Switchblade (Pocket)
  Poisonous Needles (Pocket)
  Backpack Full of spare needles, poisons, and herbs
  Omni:
  -Small backpack
  -Hammer and Chisel (In Bag)
  -Umbrella Sword
  -Brass Knuckles (In Bag)

  
  
  
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[KodomoYamiya]

Kuroi _THE ONE WHO LOST CONTROL_

Kuroi noticed nothing, not the sound filling the air, nor the aimless rounds of gunfire being shot or even the incessant screaming of what he was pretty sure was 'die', all of which went on deaf ears. He'd been far too focused on keeping up his precious clone illusion army, he was even starting to get them to react to the noises and such. This was until the terrible happened to wreck his focus, this terrible thing went by the name of Rally. Whom of which broke his concentration by pulling him over.

But the illusions didn't cease.

Kuroi was confused for a moment, as he wasn't quite sure what had happened. He could still feel the drain on his energy from them, but he couldn't control the illusions anymore. So now, the illusions were going mad without any proper person to control them. They even began to mix and combine to create horrific amalgamations of heros and villains alike. Of course, this followed by 'let's go find and break the speakers!' from Rally didn't help the situation at all, though being closer to both his (adopted) family members made the sickening illusions that now seemed to be entirely out of his control at this point somewhat bearable. He'd have to turn them off later, more important business calls.

He quickly scanned the area trying to find the source of the sound, spotting knock-off Deku trying to regroup with 'diediedie' girl. Needless to say, they needed to do something, that much was obvious. He quickly looked at the others, then quickly said, urgency in his tone "Over there!" pointing to the direction of Knock-off Deku the Sound Scrub.

Interaction-
August (Lunis)
BriiAngelic (Rally)

 

[The Regal Rper]

Animus
Pier 35 - Brickred Street

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Pacing.

Back and forth. Up and down. Left and right. Side to side. Desmond shifted into walking in circles and straight lines as he bit on his thumbnail only to stop, raise his head, look down the hill he was on and squint a little as he teetered forward and stared at the building with the hole in its roof.

This was the place. But that was the problem.

Switching things up, Desmond bit his index finger knuckle a habit he'd never really grown out of and turned, to begin walking in the opposite direction like he had decided it'd be better to leave-- only to stop and tighten his grip on the piece of paper he held and begin pacing all over again in a reverse circle the second he made himself cringe with a glance back at that horrid forsaken place.

He'd been here for nearly five minutes and he still couldn't make up his mind. So he decided to get some outside help.

Pride came into existence with less than a thought and without hesitation he squatted to stare at the warehouse's direction. Once or twice they heard gunshots, once or twice, Desmond felt himself shudder.

"How long are you gonna stand there?"

Maybe he should've chosen one of his other copies instead. "Eight minutes Nick. That's how long we've been here. You gonna go in or you gonna go home, pick one but make up yo damn mind. Some of us are gettin' tired of standin' here, waitin' for you to make a decision."

Teeth bit a bottom lip and Desmond felt himself shuffle in agony. So many thoughts and so many questions went through his mind. He wanted to go in but he couldn't. He was scared. Every step he took towards that battle stained warehouse threw memories back of beams falling, people shouting, and someone shattering his glass container only to carry him out and drag him to cover.

That last memory made Desmond blink. Lawrence and Zack, he had to remember he was here for them. But what could he do? He didn't have super strength, incredible durability and wasn't a fighter. He was a kid.

A teen actually, but a scared one. It was pathetic. It was sad. His dad had always told him to man up and take charge, but now that he wanted to he found he couldn't and it left Desmond feeling bad, even though the fear of his only friends being in that horrible place was much much worse.

Pride glanced his way and Desmond took a tentative step back. It made the frustration build as he bit harder into his knuckle and felt the pain double in his finger. Maybe with enough of it, he could get himself the strength to sneak towards that battle zone.

A full minute went by with neither saying a word. Finally Pride sighed, got up, and patted his senior on the shoulder making Desmond stiffen when he felt that hand grip his shoulder. "Nick, I get it. You wanna see them again. It's dangerous down there and we ain't exactly the greatest form of protection outside what you do. Wiz, gave us the info though. Now it's up to you to follow it or not. You can go in or you can stay out here in the cold. Either way make up your mind soon, because I think we'll be havin' company soon enough."

Answering the confused look and flash of fear, Pride pointed down the slope towards the streets not too far away ahead. It took Desmond a few minutes to figure out what he was seeing. He even moved down the slope and crouched with Pride by his side to get a better look.

"...Is that.....a Snake?" eyes widening, voice cracking.

Pride nodded, not at all surprised or the least bit amused. "Yeah." He said with a frown. "A big ass snake."

Mentions: Elenion Aura JustaDudeNamedKyle

 

[Roxasarass]

Euclid G. Hawthorne
The Omega

On second thought, he hadn't truly given these actions of his much thought. Essentially just charging into a battle where you know there is potential where you might die was a rather reckless move, considering the infinite amount of potential possibilities that could end with you dying and the ones that end with you living. The Omega was still just merely a single person after all, though he may have strength that could quite literally just bend steel with little to no effort and had speed that could easily beat a race car, there was just the problem with the quantity of enemies and him being a lone wolf and brawler type.

Except he wasn't exactly alone, he had allies though there was no thing such as team work in this cluster fuck of villains with powers that had potential to work greatly together. He didn't think he could even consider them allies, as villains are typically evil people and have the potential of betraying you for their own gain. So at moments like these, it is best he just goes with his gut. Whatever it is that he thinks is a good idea. And right now, he should just grab then slam this bitch down onto the ground and restrain her. That seemed like a good idea.

Or maybe he should just kill her outright, as the Bullet Girl would most likely be a large threat(then again all of them were) on their side. To which he heard Macintosh Man, who he now considered the leader of this 'New Anarchist' group, making this a game to kill them or even better, capture the heroes for a higher position. Recognition was something he didn't really care about, but the game was enough to spark his interest to participate. That was to be his main focus for now. Capture at least one of them, or if not that, then kill one of them. And maybe take the body back home, though he doubted he could when this is all over.

Though as he put his feet to the ground again, Cold Steel Mistress just starts shooting everywhere like a complete maniac. No doubt with the intent to kill with no hesitation. And they say villains are scum, when they're aiming to do the same thing. Killing mercilessly is a job only for villains to the cannibal. Maniacal was what he would describe her as right now, and with shouting words like that you'd most likely think she was a villain too if you didn't know who was a villain and who wasn't. The shooting and loud yelling was very fit for a villain in his opinion.

"Crazy bitch," the masked villain muttered under his breath, now flying once again to try dodging those bullets. A couple managed to graze and some hit him, though he still had some more before his field would break. Now how would he go through and restrain or kill her if he had to? Getting close to the heroine was going to be hard, and he could only think of just charging into the fire again. Actually, he could fly up high then dive bomb her. Then grabbing her, making her lose her other weapon and slamming her right onto the ground.

That sounded good. He might be able to knock female Reaper unconscious through that. And so, he put his own plan into action. Omega flew higher, hoping she didn't notice. Then proceeded to just directly fly right towards her again like an owl catching it's prey. If he was successful, he's going to grab this bitch and slam her right onto the fucking ground. Now he'll just have to hope again that nobody would get in his way.

Tags: BriiAngelic ​

 

[Ashol]

At Cira's request, Boobzilla ceased to flap the now soggy - yet still wonderfully syrupy and delicious - waffle at his face. With a slight pout, she finished the waffle herself, some of the syrup dripping and creating a mini waterfall between the two mountains. "K. You must be on a diet then. Cuz' that's a fat load of bull." He lost some points in her book for refusing a waffle. It was half eaten and soggy, but still. Who in their right minds would say no to waffles? Every villain and criminal she's ever worked with gladly accepted them - treasured them, even.

Only those stuck-up, delusional, propaganda-fuelled "heroes" ever refused her offers with such evident disgust. At least heroes agreed to play red light, green light when she had a very cooperative civvie to hug from behind with a gun pressed against their heads. Setting things up Saw style was definitely a lot of fun. Speaking of which, Saw was a nice movie to eat waffles to. Maybe she'd invite some of the folks in here to watch it with her sometime.

Boobzilla barely registered the creaking, being in her own little world of cute, chibi villains seated on a couch, munching on delicious waffles while watching movies on a big screen TV. She let out a gasp of surprise when she was suddenly pulled away from certain death by Batman (what was his name again?). Seeing the roof come crashing down, she let out a cheer of excitement. Demolition was always cool to see happen. It appeared things were finally getting interesting.

Seeing several heroes jumping down from the wrecked ceiling, she finally focused on the current situation. The party crashers were here. What fun. She would love to see them them geting owned by the villains present. Conjuring a buff waffle - specifically, one that boosted strength to superhuman levels - in her palm, she once again waved it in Cira's face, spraying syrup as she did so. As close to his face as she could, anyways, as the wings were in the way.

The waffle she offered was much smaller than the average waffle, yet still had more than enough syrup to match a full sized one. "Yo, Batty. Eat this. It'll make you stronk." She said, not even bothering to fully explain its effects, or to come up with a more convincing reason to actually consume her waffle. She had other villains to buff up. Then, after she'd finished, she'd kick back and enjoy the show. Screw the random voice and higher positions. Unless it was a higher seat in the theatre, she wasn't interested.

Now, she just had to get past the living debris cannon, the spray of bullets, and the electric ballerina on steroids. It seemed like an awfully thrilling, adrenaline pumping stunt to pull off. Something to brag about, if she wasn't busy stuffing her mouth full of waffles. She summoned another buff waffle in her free hand, one which boosted speed. If it were anything less than a hero raid, she likely wouldn't have bothered to make such an effort. Since it was, she'd give her all to make the others more effectively do the dirty work.

Leovonis

 

[August]

After the mini explosion, Spotty slowly drifted back to the moon prince before he was yanked aside by the female with little to no resistance due to his peculiar gravity. Cradling the bunny as the others floated closer to him, Lunis looked around at the illusions all around him at a complete loss at what was happening anymore. To make matters worse, a loud static filled the room, only adding more to his confusion. Lunis didn't like the sound one bit, and while covering his ears started to charge up his bunnies again.
When Kuroi pointed out where the sound was coming from, Lunis readied his Bachi Bachi stick in a batter position as a bunny got into position. "Fear not Earthlings, if we keep hitting them they'll stop moving eventually!" He exclaimed gleefully, hopping off from them, already swinging a bunny in the general direction before the first bunny returned. Once he actually got in a general range, he charged up his Bachi Bachi stick and pounced, already yelling a 'wham', expecting to make impact . . . Which never happened because the noisy man's shock wave sent him flying back.

"Whoa . . ." He blinked in surprise at the force as he pushed himself up, charging up once more for a second attempt.
"Okay you got me that time, but you won't stop me this-- WAH"
Once again the wave of shock waves pushed him back, and because he didn't learn anything the first time he kept trying again. By then his bunnies had returned to him, but they just floated nearby watching their master keep at it.
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[Elenion Aura]

TAGS: JustaDudeNamedKyle The Regal Rper ​

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Zeke white-knuckled the main console as Crazy T peeled out, with the snake-like being hot on their tail. Ah, what the Hell, man? Zeke figured comin' here might be a mistake, but... To not even make it inside before the shit hit the fan? It was almost comical. Almost.

In fact, it would've been a downright knee-slapper if not for the fact that Zeke could see the teeth on that thing, and he bet they weren't for attracting mates (not exclusively, anyway). He wondered if they could rain-check this whole thing. Game called on account of giant lizard attack? Sounded legit to him. When the beast got too close for comfort, Zeke gave his buddy a good kick in the ass.

"Let's go, slow poke! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! I dunno about you, but I am NOT gonna be anybody's dinner tonight, so..."​

Zeke trailed off as he happened to glance up at the rear-view mirror (they were, after all, moving in reverse) to spy a human-shaped thing on the horizon that was coming rapidly into focus. He squinted in disbelief.

"Is that a kid...? Shit, stop! STOP!"​

T's wheels locked up as its gears whined in sharp protest of the sudden, unexpected halt that kicked up a cloud of dust in its wake. Zeke snatched up the radio rigged to the Train's external speaker.

"Either get in or get outta the way, punk!"​

He shouted into the mic as the passenger's side door popped open. The kid had approximately three seconds to decide before Zeke (and the fast approaching threat) made that decision for him.

Tick, tock, kid.

 

[The Regal Rper]

Animus
Pier 35 - Brickred Street

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Desmond's body did a thing.

That weird thing caught between wanting to act and refusing to act. Seeing that vehicle speed up in reverse made him feel a slight bit of concern that was far more meek in compared to his concern towards the people he hoped were inside that warehouse.

Seeing that vehicle back up in his direction, gave fear the chance to grab at his heart.

Skin tingled, perspiration formed, and breathing just barely quickened. When he heard those tires squeal to a halt, Desmond felt fear takeover and his body tense in preparation for flight. His eyes shifted from vehicle, to the giant snake, to the path he'd taken up the street. Running wasn't an option, and the warehouse's direction was blocked by that giant lizard.

He wasn't sure what to do. Till he heard: "Either get in or get outta the way, punk!" on those speakers.

For a second, Desmond moved forward only to stop. He wasn't sure he wanted to take the risk. This was a villain. Sure, he may be being a little biased, but at the very least he knew the two 'villains' he was aiming to meet.

He didn't know this guy. Pride however, wasn't having it. There would be no time for indecisiveness right now when time was desperate on the clock, and he made Desmond aware when the boy felt a sting on his cheek and his eyes shift slightly from the slap.

"Look at me." His voice was hard. Desmond didn't even know he could sound so tough. At least not till Pride spoke using his own voice. Compelled to look at his copy, he obeyed, fumbling for an argument as he gave attention.

"Get in that car. Right now. Do you-- AH AH AH!" His twin said cutting his stumbles off. "Get in that car, or you won't be able to see if Lawrence and Zack are really in there."

He didn't need to be told twice. Because with just those words he was already up and moving towards the car at a jog, then a run, then a full on sprint by the time he realized he was risking his life to trust some stranger. Pride ran at his side, but strangely enough he kept up better then Desmond thought he could keep going. Even with the car a few yards away he felt his lungs were on fire as he ran for quite literally his life, eyes glancing from that approaching beast to the approaching vehicle.

"Oof!" He slid in with a rough land and Pride shut the door behind him as soon as he was fully inside.

"Go go go!" Pride yelled banging on the back. He disappeared less than a second in a explosion of dust after those words had been said, while Desmond fought to catch his breath and manage his hearing through the loud beating of his heart.

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[Leovonis]

Cira Ochiru
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He stood in the dark, the fire illuminating his face as he looked into the darkness, his eyes squinted, opening wide for a split second as a gunshot rang out and the flash of a gun, briefly lighting up the room. After that he turned his head back to the waffle woman, tuned out a bit to the world around him. "I'm not a bat, I'm a dragon." He quickly said to her first remark about him. He began to think that this would be an constant problem between the two of them, and was hoping to get it sorted out. He didn't like this woman. The way she flaunter her body, the way she always waved food in his face like a master would a dog. As that thought finished, a the world again seemed to blast around him, a torrent of sounds from all directions, making the whole ware house sound too much like the prison cafeteria. He tuned in closer to the woman, only to hear a ridiculous request of her wanting him to eat a waffle in order to get 'Stronk'? He assumed that she meant to say strong, but the noise from the room must've messed with his hearing some. He sighed as he opened his mouth, his mind in silent protest as he took the waffle from the woman and crammed the whole thing into his mouth, quickly chewing before turning back to the pile of rubble in the center of the room, swallowing down the waffle, wiping his face with his sleeve, getting the excess syrup off of his face "Any idea where any of the others are?" He asked her, his wings ruffling as the barrel of his submachine gun pointed out from his wings, ready to fire. "More importantly do you think we'll get shot if I yell for them?"

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[BlueClover]

The Heroes watched the massacre unfold, the villains scattering and attempting to fight back like rats. Captain Wormhole admired the chaos though kept his straight face. He heard the bullets come towards them and open a new portal to absorbs the incomings bullets from carbon dragon and Paladin. His fist was clenched before he flicked the middle finger, opening the portal to shoot back the bullets. He looked around to see the parachuting grenade, enough time to snatch it up the explosion with his ability and fire it back at the villains. However, he decided to try something even more fun with this carbon dragon. He created a portal below the man and placed another to what was left of the roof.

Tank Girl was enjoying the cracking of the metal and the rock shooting forward at crazy speed. That’s when one of the villains came out, fracturing her shield and getting to her. Tank Girl kept on hitting though, the adrenaline allowing her body to withstand the pain. The battle was cut off though when a portal opened in front of Saint’s fist, another appearing behind his head to give him a taste of his own medicine. Tank Girl jumped back, frowning at Captain Wormhole who just rolled his eyes knowing what she would say.

Tornado enjoyed the rush of spinning like a crazed top. Zeus attempted to come at the man, attempting to tackle him down. Instead, he would halt, smirking as he grabbed him by the arm, electricity pulsing in his eyes as he continued to spin. The terror top threw the Mann straight tab the wall before using the built up electricty to shock the ground and send a charge on their side of the battle field to get the others to start moving.
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Acme kept getting shot backwards, she refused to give up, even when it seemed impossible. The wall she was getting shot into was getting deeper and deeper. She puffed her cheeks and shot a stray hair away from her eyes. That’s when she saw Lunis, the boy from before, getting shot back. A lightbulb floated over her head as she grabbed him after the last blast. “Hey again! Wanna fly?” Without even waiting for an answer, she started to spin her arm and launched him at the sonar hero, her blood lists overriding her common sense.
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[simj26]

Vesper & Bright Loud noises. That, in and of itself, was enough to catch her attention, if only marginally. Guns were loud, and the Paladin was all about guns. Ms. Bright chewed on a gummy bear beside her and barely gave the noise any notice, instead choosing to focus her attention at the horizon, soaking in the moonlight, literally and metaphorically. Irene turned towards the warehouse. From what she could see, the ceiling had fell into the establishment, possibly from someone dropping something on top of it. The Paladin could probably handle it, but she still couldn't help but worry. She silently reached over to Ms. Bright’s sleeve and tugged it gently. The woman, who was blissfully and very advertently ignorant of the whole hullabaloo behind her and swinging her legs over the edge of the pier, almost in a child-like manner, turned slightly to face her. She didn’t even take a second to read the young girl’s expression before she patted her head and beamed.

Ms. Bright was many things, and trustworthy was not. But, at least, she was always ready to let Irene do whatever she wanted. Horrible babysitting behaviour, in some people’s eyes, but for Irene, it was fine. She straightened up beside the lady and picked up the black bundle beside her. She unraveled it and threw the black cloak over herself, then snapped on the visor that had been bundled up within the cloak. She waved silently to Ms. Bright, before lifting herself from the ground slightly and hovered over to the warehouse. She gazed up at the roof, then made a quiet assessment. It would be troubling if she had entered through what seemed to be the source of all the commotion inside right now. She could hear gunfire inside, and she wouldn’t put it past the Paladin’s current entourage to just blindly open fire on anything at all. She supposed she would have to find another way in. She doubted that the main door was a wise choice either. Altogether, she hadn’t had much of a choice in the matter. She angled her head to either sides, examining her surroundings. During her walk here with Ms. Bright, she had spotted something that would help with an entrance, and she was sure she could use it to some effect. She took another half a minute to lay her eyes on one such item. She supposed the curl of her lips was a smile. That was what they called it, anyway. She turned her attention back to the wall in front of her, a shadow looming over head by now, and switched on the thermal vision on her visor.

The container smashed through the wall, a giant makeshift battering ram as it were, raining cement, metal, and dust across the right side of the warehouse. A loud grinding sound emanated from it as it made to pry itself away from the hole it made, before it finally pulled itself out. There was a short pause before it slammed into the wall again, creating yet another container shaped hole in it, scattering more debris all around. The container groaned, teetering on the edge of the wall it rested on, before it fell over with a loud crash. A small figure floated over the threshold the container had created and examined the battlefield sprawled across her, searching for just one particular person, ignoring all else in the chaos before and after her entrance.

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