Fandom Marvel: The Eradication Directive

[Scion]

New York City, New York State, on that same New York Channel at that New York Time of 12:30​

New York City, formerly known as New Amsterdam or known as the Big Apple or known as The City that Never Sleeps and so on, truly is a veritable beacon to heroic and villainous types. Like moths to the flame, people cannot resist the glitz and glamor that is found in this city that is beloved in the world stage. The factor of being loved by the all around the world, was generally the most accepted reason that the city constantly found itself under danger, with a close second being the fact it was built on an Ancient Indian Burial Ground.

These reasons of course were fairly inadequate at explaining of course why many buildings in Times Square were sinking beneath the surface at this very moment! It certainly wasn't the result of any earthquake fault lines, as the ones in New York were located to the West while this treasured city was in the East. Not to mention that any explanation of these events were certainly not in any importance of a civilian's mind, well except a few insurance agents and adjusters who were desperately praying that they could write these off as 'not in policy', as throughout the Five Boroughs the earth was rumbling beneath fearfully dashing feet.

Emerging from various sewer pipes were the screeches of hairless, sinewy and relatively tiny as they only averaged about five feet in height, creatures who were frantically shouting out in a cacophony of "EEEEE". These yellow creatures all of which were wearing a visor over their eyes of some description, were brandishing out their clawed feet and hands as they began prowling for the hunt. They were incredibly numerous and were all embarking on a campaign of devastation, some choosing to be bipedal in their hunt of breaking into various buildings, attempting to rend and tear other civilians, while others were doing the same but running upon all fours.

Many had forgotten these creatures who were lost long ago, but many of the older citizens were reacting with a horror even more appropriate than the other scared denizens of the city. They knew these creatures, the Moloids, awoke from their home of Subterrenea long ago and had invaded the surface world on the behalf of a most dangerous benefactor who had tamed them and another far more dangerous.

In Manhattan the roads were giving way to a great tremor, as chunks of asphalt and concrete shot up and began arching as something was toiling underneath. Many structures continued to give way to whatever was happening below, as many desperate businessmen were jumping out of these sinking structures, not wanting to be trapped in whatever horror laid beneath and would take their chances with sticking the landing.

All over the five boroughs there was a quick sound of a static, before a high pitched elderly whine was emitted. "DWELLERS OF THE SURFACE! LONG HAVE I PREPARED FOR THIS INEVITABLE DAY, AND NOW I SHALL CLAIM MY VENGEANCE UPON YOU ALL! AND YOU, THE CITY OF THE BEAUTIFUL FROM THE CITY OF LIGHTS SHALL SUFFER AS I, AND ALL OF THOSE YOU SHUNNED, SUFFERED!" the monologue began as they most certainly did not truly care about other outcasts considering they were just wrecking the city, "BUT UNLIKE YOU, I WAS BORN WITH A PURPOSE! I SHALL USHER IN THE KINGDOM OF THE BLIND, WHERE YOU WILL ALL BE BLINDED FOR YOUR HUBRIS, WHERE I RULE AS KING! AND YOU WILL ALL TOIL UNDERNEATH THE HEEL OF THE MOLE MAN!"

Well fortunately the Mole Man identified himself which would make it easier for the agents of various heroic organizations to research data they still had from this decades old criminal. Of course, that did not stop the fact that New York City was being attacked by Moloids and, whatever nefarious plot the Mole Man had brewing underneath the noses, in a metaphorical and literal sense, of the valiant heroes.

But surely even in these darker times there would be heroes who would know how to stave off the horrible plot of this villain...

 

[KnightOfNight]

It was a little past noon and Spicy's Pleasure Cruiser was parked in an abandoned lot while she, along with her new team, waited for crime to happen. Within the ship was a large room, well beyond the size of the ship's exterior and even the lot it was parked in. Spicy herself was lounging on a pile of pillows and smoking from her mother's heirloom hookah, but despite how comfortable she was, she couldn't help but be annoyed. "So... No fun crime is happening right now. Should we just find another bar full of people to beat up?"

But before either Toro Rojo or Logan could reply a cacophony of destruction rung out through the city. Poking her head out of the curtains of the Pleasure Cruiser, the scene that awaited Spicy was alarming. The Manhattan skyline was sinking which, while normal on other planets, was definitely not normal on Earth. But even more shocking to her was the sight of what appeared to be half naked basement dwellers swarming the streets. Without a word, Spicy walked over to a control panel and pressed a few buttons and with that the Pleasure Cruiser lifted into the air and flew over the sinking skyline. "Right, so there's crime here and all I know is I feel really dirty already so I'm going to go change into clothes I don't really care about. So, uhh, you guys can go in first. There's, like these pasty nerds out there? And they don't really have clothes on? And I think they're destroying the city?" In all of her travels, despite the vast number of strange planets with strange people and cultures, THIS was the strangest scene she had ever laid eyes on. Disappearing into an inconspicuous door, she left her new allies to lead the charge.

The scene below the Pleasure Cruiser was that of utter chaos. Massive skyscrapers sinking into holes in the streets, hordes of wiry troglodytes swarming over fleeing people and vehicles, and then the voice of an elderly man echoing over this nightmare. Startled by the proclamation of this self titled Mole Man, Spicy yelled through the door to her friends. "Yeah guys, just umm, jump out there and get to punching! I'll catch up with you down there!"

Scion IDIDMYTIME

 

[Karcen]

The day in the sanctum Santorum was as dull as any other, though for the two that called the place hone dull was good. Steven strange the sorcerer suprime was starting to put on the years and while he did not exactly look long past his prime being nearly 100 but not looking over 40 but still it was better if he was allowed to conserve power. Strange would not die of normal natural means for like the ancient one he could extend his life indefenatly but his might would wane. Xui also perfered dull days as then she could continue her work as the sanctum was massive and even after years she had not cleaned it all. If Steven strange had took on students they could aid Xui but after Wongs passing he had taken none. Thus did Xui have an unending job of coeaning, normal tasks, and dealing with minor issues.

Today it seemed there would be such an issue. Xui had been serving tea when the tremors started in the new York connected part of the sanctum and while losing that side would not destroy the sanctum it would be annoying to fix. Strange of course knew it was something though it was not of a mystical nature so to Xui it wasn't thier issue or rather not his as she was his maid so what issues were his were hers she didn't have any.

"Xui it seems I will need you to go outside and deal with whatever is causing those temors, likely just some c list villain that got lucky they were forgotten" he said with a sigh.

""Yes master" Xui said her tone cold and polite lacking the friendship that strange and Wong shared. Xui had tried to be friendly but it never happened she could only remain distant and attentive.

Xui waved her hand and a portal appeared behind her that lead out into the city a tiny controlled tear through time and space. While one could look into the portal and see the other side to figure the cause out Xui didn't see anything at least at first then she saw several yellow humanoids. This was not exactly the emergency that Xui expected still strange had told her to deal with it and so she would. Thus did Xui step through the thin disk and appear in new York proper.

 

[Normal_Is_Boring]

N I G H T C R A W L E R​

Kyle was sitting on a bench when the chaos began. The ground shook and these...creatures appeared out of nowhere. "What the-...?" *BAMF* His final word was cut off by his signature "bamf" as he disappeared in a cloud purplish pink smoke. A passerby would have no clue a man was just sitting on the bench, but they would be confused by the faint smell of brimstone in the air. He appeared again, with the same effect, just reversed. "Mole...Man?" He was now standing not too far from where the strange villain stood, trying to figure out what was going on. He steadied himself, looking around quickly to form a plan of action. Buildings were falling....buildings with thousands of people in them. Not to mention the damage and chaos these creatures were causing. He couldn't stop a building from falling, so that was out of the picture. Same with trying to kill all of the creatures. That left him with one option: get people to safety. But where could he take them? No time to think, he had to go now. He started grabbing people, teleporting them around to any spot that was safer than where they previously were. Carrying multiple people with him was hard on him, but he tried to ignore the pain. He had to keep going. Though, right after filling up another bus he heard a sound that made him stop dead in his tracks. Turning around he saw a corpse on the pavement, limbs twisted in ways he had never seen before. "He jumped....oh shit he jumped...." Suddenly he realized he could be using his powers in a more useful manner. Get people out of the top levels of buildings....and catch the people falling. He moved with a new sense of purpose, going from building and emptying out the higher up floors. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a falling object, another person who had jumped, this time a female. He took a deep breath, as since his momentum carried over when he teleported, he could also fall to his death. Kyle appeared next to her, knowing his time was very limited. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he teleported not to the ground, but upwards. If he had teleported to the ground they would've both been reduced to a pulp. He had to slow down. The series of "bamfs" began, going a short distance up each time. It was a rule his father had taught him very early on, two steps back for everyone forward. As soon as he reached the point of basically just hovering in mid-air, he teleported them safely to the ground. Of course the lady was thoroughly shook, and passed out as soon as they were back on solid ground. "Whoops." Obviously saving her life was better than letting her fall, but he forgot how his passenger's bodies were not used to this sort of travel. His body wasn't used to the strain of having to carry this many people in a short amount of time over long distances either. If he kept this up, he'd pass out within the hour.

 

[fin]

Today for Maxwell had just been the same of many. The exact same routine as he always had. It wasn't too long ago that he'd done the first of his twice a day workout plan, a rigorous muscle building exercise he'd acquired from the "friendly" gym owner he often followed around. You see, Max was determined to get stronger, faster, resilient, whatever it took to reach his main goal of being a hero. Avenging the tarnished name that albeit no one really knew, still bugged him. Dillon would no longer be a name of sorrow, but instead he'd go down as one of the greatest to protect our world-- oh, our ever perilous world. His mother, surprisingly, seemed keen on the idea, but like all moms was equally as worried for her kid. Protecting the world had also meant protecting her. His father, of whom he'd never met and hoped to never meet, had been locked up for years ever since he'd been put behind bars, though even with the knowledge of where his juvenile detention rested, Max had no interest at meeting such a cruel man, ever. But, for the past year and a bit, he'd only managed to patrol parts of Manhattan and New York City, usually from thugs and low-level crime. Creating a decent appearance in the paper, though he wasn't anything else yet.

Max currently drove down the New York City streets, aiming to reach home once the odd occurrences began. It was as if the ground was collapsing in on itself from one central area, buildings colliding and tumbling to the ground, civilians fleeing on foot and in their vehicles. Clouds of smoke rose up from the debris, evident for Max even at a distance, the cries and screams of pain irking a sympathetic feeling in his heart. Unlike the cars around him, Max continued into the chaos, slowing down to a curb as he prepared for the day he'd been waiting for oh so long. The full-body Kilowatt suit was always under his clothes at all times, so all he had to really do was strip anything atop that layer, and slide on the cloak and mask. It wasn't like anyone was even paying attention to a kid cosplaying in his car, not much need when the world around you was literally going to ash. With that done, Max exited the car, racing into the thick dust that rose.

He already had a plan, he always did. Clenching both fists in a sprint, Max generated a massive charge of electricity. Right now, he knew finding the source of whatever was causing the mess wasn't the goal, but instead gathering and protecting the civilians. Damage control. Slamming his fists into the concrete, wincing a bit at the impact as cracks spread down the road around him, Max released a dome of electromagnetic energy around his person, generating a large barrier between the dust and the civilians around him. He wasn't sure he had enough power to hold the dome that stretched almost 200 feet around him, identical to half the height of the Eiffel Tower. The field repelled any dust and debris flying towards the civilians in the dome, acting as a temporary safe place. His arms ached as he generated and used so much power in such a little span, gritting his teeth. This wasn't going to last.

 

[IDIDMYTIME]

Wolverine hopped into the pleasure cruiser, waiting for some petty theft to occur, he stared at the buildings, watching them grow shorter and shorter and- "My god they're sinking into the ground!" He shouted, and as soon as Spicy gave him the go signal he hopped out and went to slicing. Wolverine ran into one of the tunnels and spiked a mole man in the head, he then got dragged out by a much bigger mole man who stabbed him in the chest with his claws. Wolverine fell, his eyes now filled with rage. Wolverine cut off the bigger mole creatures head off and ran out towards Mole Man himself. Wolverine could feel the ground giving way, and he was now in what looked like a canyon. He tried crawling his way out but to no avail. He was surrounded.

KnightOfNight Scion

 

[Scion]

Aboard the Pleasure Cruiser - And Shortly Thereafter​

"Huwha?" Toro Rojo noted as he woke up and slowly emerged upright from the bare ground of the Pleasure Cruiser. The spandex clad bull-themed hero slowly rubbed his eyes as he looked out the windows to observe the sight of the city. There were buildings being eaten by the very ground themselves, weird yellow nerd creatures running around and causing havoc among other things. As Toro Rojo fully stood up and began stretching his arms, after all it was important to get a good stretch in now and again, he assessed the situation as clearly as Spicy and Wolverine did.

"YIPPIE! DREAM WORLD!" Toro Rojo beamed with a humongous grin knowing that in the World of Dreams, there was never-ending fighting! The empowered luchador turned towards Spicy and gave a wave before jumping out of the cruiser "DON'T WAKE ME UP! I MEAN THE YOU THAT ISN'T IN A DREAM! THE YOU THAT IS YOU YOU AND NOT DREAM YOU I MEEEEEEeeeeeaaaa-" trailed off the shout of the enthusiastic lad, who was unaware that this was not a dream, as he landed in middle of the Moloid Invasion. If we wanted to get specific he landed hoof first onto a moloid head, pulping it in a moment before his leg gave way into already non-sturdy concrete. Toro Rojo frowned as he began the process of pulling himself out from the concrete while fighting off Moloids. Of course it was more shooing off a fly as they would swoop close to taunt the hero before pulling back before they could also get pulped.
KnightOfNight

Near the Collapsing Skyline​

"M-my hero!" swooned the business lady at Kyle, not caring at this moment about what fur that man may or may not have had. After all she was more content with the fact she was not going to be dragged down to whatever horrors lay beneath the city. Because something dangerous had to be brewing in order to cause sink entire skyscrapers down below. As for others who were bamf'd they did not take the process well, as several were walking around in a dizzied state, while others were on all fours vomiting. Still these were far better fates than what awaited them either after a voluntary jump or allowing themselves to sink.

The skyline of Manhattan continued sinking below as the tremors continued rumbling. One of which managed to shoot a fire-trunk which was trying to drive over to this scene upwards, before collapsing and crashing onto its left side. Amused by a new target a small pack of Moloids began making loud hissing noises as they crawled up the fire-truck and stood on-top of the driver's side door. The lead Moloid began striking at the glass with its claws making a distinctive slam before cracks started to emerge. The other Moloids were attempting to pry open the door for easier access.

It was a matter of time before they got into this firetruck and to the firefighters within.
Normal_Is_Boring

At the Sanctum Sanctorum​

With that matter to be solved, Stephen Strange simply closed the view into New York to allow the attendant to do what she needed to do.

Following the Portal​

"EEEEEERUH?" remarked one of the Moloids as it poked at another Moloid who was busy enjoying a drink from a fire hydraunt they broke open. The Moloid who was drinking took a moment to glance at their compatriot, who then directed them via another claw pointing to a rift in space that had presented itself to them. There was only one logical and responsible response to that.

The small Moloid pack lunged towards the woman, one of them aiming for her torso with most of them aiming shots at her legs, claws out ready to draw blood.
Karcen

Under the Electric Dome​

There were offers of many thanks among the majority of civilians who were under the electrifying protection of the dome, while a few happened to bemoaning the fact that couldn't run farther. Still Kilowatt had done good thinking to protect the denizens of the city from the debris of dust and flying chunks of things that would hurt, alongside the horrible mole creatures. Outside the barrier a Moloid decided to test the soundness of the shocking structure by clawing at it.

"EEEEEEEEEE!" screeched out the Moloid as it stumbled backwards and landing upon its back stunned from the shock. This deterred the rest of its kin from touching the barricade, with a few of them retreating in fear. It appeared that display managed to scare off a chunk of these creatures to go try to cause havoc in a different manner. But this did not deter all of the moloids who were present around that barricade as they began encircling the dome while emitting their screeches of "EEEE!"
fin

In the Cavernous Cave-in​

For many it was generally not a good sign to be stuck in a cave in underneath a metropolis where a supervillain had declared that they were going to destroy, but in this case it might have been a bit helpful. As while it was primarily a very dark landscape he was stuck under, that had a rather dank smell and feel underneath his feet, there was some manner of light at an end of a tunnel complex that Wolverine was under.

As the larger Moloid's head was cut off, Logan may or may not have noticed that this Moloid was not wearing its visor, which hid thin slit pupils which were used to the terrors of the underworld. But for now the most pressing issue, besides getting back to the surface, was the fact that more Moloids were present here. And so several of them began charging against the clawed Wolverine, with their own claws ready for slicing, ready to slice and dice at the man, with most of them agreeing that they wanted to strike at the torso.
IDIDMYTIME

 

[KnightOfNight]

Finally deciding on an outfit she wouldn't mind getting damaged; a simple "I heart NY" shirt and hip hugging jeans combo to show off her midriff, Spicy returned to the main area of the Pleasure Cruiser and peaked back out the curtains again. The scene was about what she expected, except now there was some sort of lightning field in the middle of the street. "That must be where the nerd king is hiding. I'll teach him it's not safe for his kind to leave the basement!" Stepping back from the exit, Spicy returned to her original form before running out the door and flying at the dome of electricity at full speed.

Out of instinct she had lifted her arms to cover her face as she passed through the dome, but she barely had time to feel any pain from the electricity before she smashed into a car that was stuck in a moloid sized pothole. Upon impact, the car's tires gave out and shards of glass, plastic, and metal erupted from what had used to be a vehicle. After some effort and lots of cursing in languages not from Earth, Spicy managed to pull herself out of the wreckage and pointed a finger at Kilowatt. "You better turn off that lightning thing and give up before I really get angry! Wait... You're a real person?" Cocking her head and looking at the man better than she did at first, which was not at all, her hero instinct kicked in. "Hey, you can't be here! This is real superhero business, me and my team are on this!" And with that, she tried to shoo him away. "Oh, and when you're telling people who saved you, make sure you tell them it was Blazar. That's me by the way, but if you want an autograph it will have to wait."

fin

 

[IDIDMYTIME]

Wolverine was still caved in, Moloids surrounding him and aiming for his torso, the tunnel he was in was huge, but pieces of it started to give way. Logan parried blows from many Moloids before deciding enough was enough and killing a couple with a few strong swipes. He was covered in guts when he heard a sound behind him. It was a small Moloid. Logan slashed it, watching it fall to the ground. he then stomped its head in. Then the ground above him gave way. The Moloids had buried him, he slowly tried to squirm out before feeling dozens of claws poke at him.

Scion

 

[fin]

The pulsing white of Maxwell's electrified eyes seemed to be fading, his dreadlocks and cloak's vibration seemed to also slow down. The constant screeching of the moloids did much to distract the young hero, as well as the constant clawing around his dome. Gritting his teeth as veins lined his forehead and arms. He grunted at the occasional "thank you" and "my hero!" of the civilians, but could never respond whenever asked his name. Not that he would've. But just the amount of focus needed to keep this type of field erect was unfathomable, and the first time he'd ever tried to pull such a thing off.

Glancing up into the distance as what he thought was a voice directed at him spoke, Max perked an ear to hear what the blue-skinned woman had to say. He rolled his eyes, unsure at first if it was just some practical joke or if this was supposed to be another one of the super villains. Kilowatt rolled his eyes after being told he had to leave the scene for this bizarre woman's "team," which was even topped off when she mentioned him having to say he'd been saved by her. And an autograph? No, Kilowatt was already the hero in this situation, this dome had done loads more than whatever the blue-skinned woman's distracting was doing. She was only making him lose more and more focus. Unable to really reply due to having to spend so much attention holding up the dome, Max just shook his head. He grunted as he stood slowly, flicking both wrists as the dome of electricity dispersed into a huge feat of energy, shocking the half-naked moloids screeching at its barrier with full power. Most if not all that surrounded the dome were left scorched and burned.

Max just let his hands rest on his knees as he bent down, breathing in and out uncontrollably as he could now use the time created by the temporary measure of dispersing the shield to focus on the blue lady who apparently went by "Blazar." "That's, uh, quite the name, but I've really got some work to do. I'm an actual hero. Don't need a team." He answered sharply, his response showing off a part of his ego. "They call me Kilowatt and I'm here to help. Not leaving anytime soon, Blazar."

Scion KnightOfNight

 

[Zerohex]

Niko Castle's first thought when the crisis hit was: "Okay...where's my van?".

After a long night of work, driving across the state to dish out some justice, drop evidence of the deed then back to get paid, Niko had finally found a good spot to park the War Wagon, one with a coffee shop nearby. He didn't really need to sleep or the boost that bad, he was made of tough stuff, he just wanted to stretch his legs a little and enjoy a warm drink, just to relax before heading to a safehouse and carrying on with his usual routine. Took him about five minutes to go inside and come out with a large mocaccino, enough time for his massive armored ride to vanish into thin air. No, scratch that, literally swallowed by the earth this time, a quick look confirmed while he sipped his coffee.

"Son of a bitch I'm gonna need a crane to get it out of there", continued his train of thought, pushed on by all hell breaking loose. The cafe behind him was vacated by its terrified employees and patrons as it collapsed in a shower of dust and debris that Niko had to keep from getting in his drink, then the molemen started coming out the woodwork. And all his big guns were currently sitting more than six feet under, too, dang. The first creature stupid enough to even make a gesture at him, however, still suddenly found itself deprived of its brains courtesy of an IWI Jericho pistol and a carbonadium core 10mm Auto bullet. Because Niko Castle was rarely ever without a weapon or two at hand.

He was a goddamn professional and this was his business.

The sudden gunshot didn't go unnoticed. The civilians turned to look. The moloids turned to look, then charged with renewed aggression and their victims took the chance to get the hell out of dodge. Good. Two, three, four more detonations rang out and the same number of creatures slumped to the ground, something vital reduced to paste. The fifth, well, Niko could've shot that one too, but instead he let it get close. The creature screamed in horror as it was introduced to coffee via burning hot cup of mocha to its mostly unprotected face, then its anguished cry was cut short by a plated fist brutally snapping its head around at an impossible angle. The body fell limp down the same hole Niko's van had gone.

Castle smiled to himself as he surveyed the situation. The creatures had apparently decided he was too much trouble and were scurrying away, maybe the bright lights and loud report of his powerful rounds of choice had something to do with that. Some were still banging ineffectually at his armored vehicle even after the corpse of their compatriot landed next to them, they were gonna have to try real hard to get at what was inside, no worries there. Still smiling he began strolling through the streets, gun in hand and trying to determine a plan of action, never breaking his stride through the debris, the holes and the hills even as he fed anything that tried to seem even remotely threatening an unhealthy dose of lead.

Like over yonder, where some chinese chick looking wildly out of place was getting accosted by a small pack of the seemingly endless creatures. Probably some wannabe hero, no one else was that conspicuous. Drawing his offhand pistol to go with the fresh magazine in his right, Niko calmly flanked the dim brutes and let loose a barrage of hypersonic magnum equivalent bullets, booming cracks ringing across the air with each rapid trigger pull. Wasn't long till all that was left was Wong, Niko and the chunks and fluids of Moloids splattered everywhere. Likely including the woman's clothes. "Whoever you are, girl, you should get the hell out of here and leave this to the pros. Makes my life that much easier".

Scion Karcen

 

[Karcen]

Xui had been looking over the full situation looking for the cause of the quakes she didn't pay the yellow molids much attention as they were bellow her notice. She could tell while they might be part if the cause there was someone smarter directing it all. This one a queen most likely was the real target, though the damage was done already as more skyline sank.

While Xui thought and scanned the molids had seemingly decided to target her. Xui could move but these messy creatures could easily be dealt with with a minor spell to create s ring of fire around the caster. This did mean she had to let them get close but Xui knew her clothes would be fine, yet before she could stop them someone else did. It seemed she had a misguided helper thinking her a lone hero in need of saving.

Xui looked to the man her expression cold betraying no emotion. "Your aid is not needed" she said simply her voice not hostile but lacking emotion and to emphasis she had this under her control she created the swift hand moments and a ring of fire exploded into existence around her.

"If you must aid me then find the queen I have other tasks more important than this to complete " she continued as the flames rapidly vanished. Such a spell was only good against many weak foes.

Zerohex Scion

 

[KnightOfNight]

Spicy shook her head at the bold claim that this 'Kilowatt' didn't need a team. "Riiiiiight, so you got all the other streets covered too? Because these weird little creeps are all over the place, I saw it all from above when I flew here in my space car." She spoke with a smug tone of voice, putting extra emphasis on the last part. "But hey, I guess you're helping buy time? So thanks for that? But just a tip? You should really learn to fake effort better, there's no way what you're doing is as hard as you're pretending it is." She then forced her way through the dome before the other hero could reply.

What she found waiting for her on the other side was a pack of slavering moloids leaping at her. With a wide swing of her arm, Spicy knocked two of them well across the street but another slipped under her blow and slashed at her exposed stomach and yet another clung to her leg. But try as they might, their claws could not pierce her skin and the one trying to rip her stomach open was lifted off the ground by its neck and thrown straight into the air while the one clutching her leg was kicked off and sent flying into one of the sinking buildings. With that problem sorted out, Spicy begun firing photon bolts at every moloid she could see. "Innocent civilians of New York! I, Blazar, am here to wipe out this menace!"

Unsurprisingly, the moloids had no protection against the energy blasts Spicy was firing at them and they quickly learned to fear the blue woman and flee from her voice. After a few quick rounds around the dome of electricity, it became clear that the cowardly creatures had went elsewhere. Turning back to the dome, Spicy shouted to the other hero inside. Alright kid! You can drop the act, Blazar made it safe for you!"

fin Scion

 

[Zerohex]

Niko looked at the woman up and down shamelessly, not a hint of sexual attraction to him though, just sizing her up like a coach takes stock of new players. She wasn't exactly dressed for the occassion and had been just sort of standing there looking a bit lost, like someone that got off on the wrong bus stop. Ugh, and magic, because of course. Anyone got a bit of magic and figured they were a big time goddamn hero ready to carry the world on their shoulders, the only ones worse about going gung ho like that were the mutants. Whatever, wasn't his problem, his problem were the moloids and their leader. Not that it took some genius work to figure that out, given he'd broadcast his intentions loud and clear.

Castle shrugged, grinned and without looking he pointed one of his pistols to the side, acting so fast and smooth that steadying his aim, the pull of the trigger and the fleeing moloid collapsing to meet its maker seemed like one fluidly choreographed action. "Hey look at that, I can fire just by moving a finger too. But whatever, girl, you wanna get hurt more power to you, none of my business long as you stay out of my way". And with that Niko moved on, not really interested in escorting a two bit magician for free. If he wanted to find the boss and take his head he needed to find a suitable tunnel, someplace he could move through like the moloids had done without ending up staring at a city sinker unprepared.

It was relatively easy for him to move around now, with his guns and trail of corpses keeping most attackers at bay either looking for easier prey or massing up to try and tear him to chunks, something he was prepared for both mentally and gear-wise. He hadn't even pulled out the Lupara yet. There'd be time for that, for now, what he found was a sinkhole that looked promising, spacious enough to move around in, spacious enough to have a mass of moloids chittering and jabbering as they dragged some poor sod to a fucked up death. Nothing he could do for the guy now, but he could get in from there. Fishing around his many hidden pockets and pouches, Niko procured himself a flashbang, primed it and rolled it down.

"Fire in the hole you ugly fucks", he muttered to himself, covering his eyes and readying his weapons just in case. A light that burned a hole right through your retinas, a soundblast loud enough to make your ears bleed and a slight concussive detonation to boot? Against creatures that were just introduced to the sun and city noises? If the flashbang didn't make them shit themselves and go into shock Niko was going to be downright, well, shocked himself. How could he possibly know that the guy getting swarmed was still alive and mostly fine down there?

Karcen IDIDMYTIME

 

[fin]

Kilowatt could only grunt as Blazar continued to diss him, glaring down at her as she made off before he could even respond. He couldn't lie, her powers did seem pretty lethal, though she was definitely another hero he knew he'd hate working with. With a sigh, Max stepped over the crisp moloid corpses, stretching an arm out as he ran. An almost invisible strand of electricity was released, and using his electromagnetism, he was able to attract a displaced sewer grate towards him, hopping slightly as the tracks of his runner clamped down. He slouched forwards slightly for balance, hovering forwards towards the other blue-skinned hero. She was the only other help he had at the moment, might as well suck it up, huh?

"There's gotta' be some sort of queen or controller for these mole shits, don't you think?" Kilowatt said, zapping countless moloids as he spoke with ease. His aim was above average for someone who'd only recently found his powers. "We find whatever that is, we stop this. Most of the civvies are out of the area anyways, think we're of free roam, here?"
KnightOfNight Scion

 

[KnightOfNight]

Placing her hands on her hips in a powerful, confident pose, Spicy surveyed the scene and admired her handy work. But it did make her wonder something about other heroes, why did they always act as if this was some sort of struggle? After all, when you have so much power what challenge is there in knocking out a simple mugger or slaughtering a horde of weird little men? It all just seemed like an every day occurrence, something they did without even thinking about it. Were they all after the same attention she was? It was then that the horrible smell of charred flesh assaulted her nostrils and snapped her out of what passed as deep thought by her standards, but before she could escape the stench, the hero from before spoke to her.

"Queen? Doubtful, there's no way a woman would let these little creeps anywhere near them. But a nerd king seems likely, so we just gotta smash up all the places their kind would hide!" Confident that her idea was flawless, she took to the sky and looked for any buildings that seem nerdy. But where would they go? Spicy had no way of knowing where loser rejects would spend their time. Sighing to herself, she floated back down to Kilowatt. "Hey, you do know where losers hang out, don't you?" She tried her best to make it seem as if she already knew the answer, but her refusal to make eye contact made it obvious she was asking for her own sake.

fin Scion

 

[Karcen]

Xui didn't really care about the idiot that Apprently had his own hero complex. She did not need his aid in fact she didn't need any aid as she had come up with a plan of her own. These things lived underground and thier space must be limited otherwise the ground could never have supported the skyscrapers it did. So thier tunnels would have to lead to either a larger underground den or multiple small acolves. These moloids were like ants in thier hive and Xui figured that if they had a wlqueen she would be well defended but still needed to breathe. Thus flooding the caves and tunnels and drowing these creatures should deal with the current problem. Even the source of water was no issue as Manhattan was an island connected to the ocean a nearly limitless supply of water. The procedure should be simple enough using the sling ring to open a portal at the entrance of one of these tunnels to some point in the nearby waters. The only question would be which hole lead to the queen the fastest as giving her time to run would mean the colony or species could repopulate.

As Xui plotted what amounted to genocide several more moloids approached though this time Xui did not wait and a rune etched circle appeared in front of her hand as a firey whip appeared the circle vanishing as her grabbed it and swing the whip inspecting a moliod. With a few more fluid motions the others were dispatched. Now Xui could seek out a proper entrance to th3 hive below the city. Such things were best done from air and thus with some aid from her dress she soon was flying in the air looking over the crumbling city.

 

[IDIDMYTIME]

Wolverine fought until he could brake through the cave."Damn." he muttered to himself, limping along a rather large cave, he started talking and wondering, was his time up? He thought, he walked past a building, fully sunken into the ground and laughed. Wolverine pulled out a cigarette and smoked it, there were no Moloids. Until some started scurrying around to get him from random holes in the ground. Wolverine burned one with his cigarette and slashed the rest. Logan laughed as a flashbang fell to the ground. He was blinded by a ray of light. His ears hurt and he felt like he wanted to die. Wolverine snarled and crawled up. He saw a man standing there. "Watch it, bub." Was all he was able to say, he was blinded by rage and went for the man known as Niko Castle.

5 hours earlier

The mercenary known as Taskmaster stalked the streets of Manhattan, arriving at a bar. There were blood, guts, and many other nasty things everywhere. "Ugh." Was all he could say, the stench was revolting. He received a tap on the back and a note, he read it. It was a contract. Taskmaster picked up a collapsed man and dragged him into an alley. "Who caused this mess?" Taskmaster said, tilting his head. "I don't know anything!" The thug screamed. "Who were there?" Taskmaster asked, the man screamed. "A Woman, A Wolverine, And A Bull." The man was desperate to live, so Taskmaster let him, he got what he needed, and threw the guy into a building, a couple seconds later, the building sunk, leaving Taskmaster exposed. Shit.

Zerohex

 

[fin]

Max crouched down on the silver sewer grate, electricity pulsing off of his fingers and eyes, awaiting a target to fire off at swiftly. He hadn't thought Blazar was going to, instead of aid in coming up with a plan, challenge the idea that there was a mole queen with a nerdy guy? Hmph, this girl definitely was getting on his nerves, Max was here to help the civvies, not bicker around with some blue-skinned stranger that seemed to be only making more trouble and distracting him than actually helping out. He refused an answer, glancing up as she flew back up, and smirked slightly as she curled back towards him. She was a rookie, he'd spent loads of time training himself in his craft, if anything she needed him more than he needed her assistance.

Scanning the sunken city, Max's eyes crackled brightly at the sight of one of the holes in the ground in which the moloids were flooding out of. He had a plan. "The Queen's probably somewhere underground wherever these shits are coming from. Its the safest hideout to run whatever the hell his or her plan is. Just follow me and don't let your guard down." Kilowatt directed, leaning forwards on the grate as he sped forwards. He leapt up and off of the grate, flipping forwards into a front kick over a moloid head. "We're gonna have to push in, B!" He called out, running down the slope leading into the moloid cave. Electricity crackled off of his entire body as he subconsciously fried off most every moloid in his close vicinity, charging in a series of punches and attacks against the Mole-Man's goons. This was easier than expected.

Scion KnightOfNight

 

[KnightOfNight]

Spicy forced a smile as Kilowatt kept insisting on there being a queen. Did he really think there would be a female of those creeps or was he simply hoping there would be? It would certainly explain a lot about him if his tastes went in that direction. Considering the possibility of such a strange thing, she stopped paying attention to everything around her, at least until her new partner had the nerve to imply she could ever drop her guard. "Excuse you? Me? Let down my guard? I'll have you know that my defense is impregnable! I've fought Majesdanian bandits, wandering Vorms, and even a few Kronans before coming to this planet. If anyone should worry about these... Things, it's you. Humans aren't exactly known for durability."

However, Kilowatt must have left before she could finish her list of deeds. "They're also not known for being polite!" Racing into the tunnels after Kilowatt, Spicy threw out a few quick kicks at nearby moloids which left them in a state that would anger whoever had to clean up after this was all over. "What's this about pushing bees?" Her question was more of a reflex and she put no real thought into it, it was just a strange thing for Kilowatt to say. After a few quick blasts of her photon energy, Spicy already forgot about the bees and focused her limited attention span on the hordes of moloids coming from the countless side tunnels in an attempt to surround the two. "Hey Killowhat, I forget, how many limbs can humans lose before they die? Just asking in case they start chewing on you." Luckily for her, it was unlikely that any moloid could break her flesh and the worst they could reasonably do was assault her with their terrible smell, but her partner was just a human and the rumbling sound coming from down the tunnels couldn't be good.

fin Scion

 

[fin]

Kilowatt only rolled his eyes at Blazar's words, how long had she been on Earth? The skin gave away the fact that she definitely wasn't human, or had she been in the past? He'd seen theories of the Hulk being none other than Nobel Peace Prize Winner, Bruce Banner. Was she someone of importance like him? "Urgh.." Kilowatt grunted at one of the countless moloid strikes against him and his partner, tumbling slightly as he regained his footing and fired off multiple consecutive blasts of electricity. He doubted Blazar was anyone known like that, not that he was either. She definitely didn't have to know that last part.

"Lets just hope I don't lose any, eh? Focus on the target."

Pushing further and further down the tunnel, his initial forceful jog now turning into an electrified sprint that sent shocked hostiles flying, Kilowatt almost yelped as he surprisingly dropped off of the ground he'd been on just before, landing hard onto a rocky terrain beneath. His electrified vision allowed him to see through the lack of light, multiple pathways and tunnels burrowed beneath the ground. For Blazar though, he electrified his palm into a makeshift torch, raising it up slightly above his head as he marched down the path. The moloids seemed to only be going straight up the tunnel they'd came in from, leaving them only the option of three others.

Scion KnightOfNight (I was looking to have this lead to them finding Wolverine and Niko underground, but not sure if those two are posting anytime soon.)

 

[Scion]

[Hole Lotta Problems, A Moloid is One]
As if by divine providence, at the entrance where the slaughter of the Wolverine had occurred, one of the Moloids avoided the horrible pain that awaited him from adamantium claws. The moloid let out an odd chirping sound, satisfied with the fact it did not have to face its own mortality. But unfortunately for the moleman, when a metaphorical door is closed a metaphorical window is opened, and this metaphor was being delivered via the form of a flashbang.

Unaware of what this cylindrical device was the moloid simply tilted its head to the side and emitted a sign of its curiosity. Shortly after this gesture came the explosion of light and sound that illuminated the chamber, revealing other moloids in the distance and a variety of branching pathways that wormed past several sunken buildings and vehicles. All of the moloids within the range of this device began howling in the utmost of agony as they fell upon their backs, cavorting, screaming wildly and flailing their limbs without any direction apart from expressing how awful this light was.

[Tunneling Onwards]
The distinctive sounds of rumbling were generally not a good sign, this was usually the case. Of course when there are three paths, there were a variety of options to pick from. But all of them seemed to have some sort of rumbling. In the distance it appeared that the leftmost path was teeming with more Moloids, vicious creatures and tenacious you had to give them that. They were looking into the distance and spotting that things that weren't supposed to be there were, well there without the express permission of the Mole Man began charging in an attempt to do what their previous brethren could not.

The middle most path had something blaring that wasn't quite normal. Well not that anything in a tunnel complex inhabited by moloids is exactly normal, but it was the sight of a variety of other noises besides the moloids yipping about which was still present even there.

And then the left most path had a variety of shrieking and muffled sobs. These most recent shrieking and muffled sobs were quickly snuffed out and replaced by a vociferous "EEEE".

[Sky High]
Having an aerial view of the situation really helped illustrate just how bad things were going for this city. Many buildings were sinking into the depths, not just in the borough of Manhattan but in the rest of the five as well. However the sunken buildings that were further down were in the area of Times Square. Whatever the machinations the Mole Man had enacted it appeared that this would most likely be the location from which his plans were originating.

[The Mole Man's Devious Declaration]
"What the!?" the whiny drone once again emerged throughout the boroughs of New York City. "Have you Dwellers of the Surface been killing my molepeople!? ...Great just great! Do you know how hard it is to get these mole people? I swear, no respect shown for people's elders these days, you could've at least incapacitated them so I could have my resources..."

There was a distinctive beat left by the Mole Man before continuing on.

"...FOOLISH PEOPLE OF THE OVERWORLD, YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR INSOLENCE AT NOT SURRENDERING IMMEDIATELY! ...Some places would've easily, maybe I shouldn't have chosen New York City, maybe I should've gone with Stockholm... NOW YOU WILL BEAR WITNESS TO YOUR MAKER! THE MAKER OF YOUR GRAVES BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

With this declaration said, the tremors that were present before were nothing compared to what was happening at this very moment. The ground shook with a great upheaval, which happened to take many more civilians down alongside El Toro Rojo to the subterranean chambers of the molemen. There were great poundings as many entrances through this labyrinth were all seeing the same thing in the horizon.

Giant. Green. Scales.

The creature, a massive behemoth that was towering, no towering was far too small for this creature, began poking out a fragment of its torso to the surface world. It's lower appendages, legs and tail were still stuck below the surface itself. Even now it was comparable to the buildings that once made up this metropolis. Its bulging eyes slowly took stock of what this city of lights had and what it would be ordered to do by the Mole Man.

Of course the order was given promptly.

"Sic em!"

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" howled out the lizard creature thrusting its arms up to the heavens.
[[WARNING, WARNING: Giganto - Favored Child of the Mole Man, has Awoken!]]

fin Karcen Zerohex KnightOfNight IDIDMYTIME Normal_Is_Boring

 

[FistOfTheBorkStar]

Spoiler: Note regarding Khonshu/Mr. Knight's personalities

James Spector: Normal Text
Bejamin Garrick: Underlined Text
Terrence Boleyn: Bold Text
Khonshu: Larger/Different Font

As chaos engulfed New York, James Spector remained largely unawares, wholly occupied with his work. Today, 'work' meant a meeting with a second-rate New York loan shark, his first inroad into the Big Apple's grimy underside. He'd been more than happy to receive the esteemed Mr. Knight, and had even attempted to arrange a dinner party. After being informed that Mr. Knight didn't do dinner parties, they settled for a straightforward meeting in the loan shark's office. Sure, the man was a step away from 'nobody', but he knew people that counted as 'somebody', and that greatly outweighed his less than pleasant aspects. What were those less than pleasant aspects, you ask?

"I do hope you're enjoying the music. A man ought to have an appreciation for the classics, after all."

First, he was smarmy to an almost insufferable degree.

Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin' out
They say somebody went and burned it down​

Second, he listened to Nickelback. James Spector had been here for little over three hours, and he already hated New York.

"It's certainly...distinct. You said it was an original? That must have cost you a pretty penny."

"Oh, of course. You barely see non-digital these days, aside from novelty shops and Cuba."

"Impressive. Now, let's get back to talking busin-"

Mr. Knight was suddenly interrupted by a violent tremor, shaking the building to its foundations. Another tremor, and the walls started to buckle. Earthquake, sinkhole, or both? Did it matter? He needed a way out, and fast. Tenth floor, so emergency exits were a no-go. He'd never bothered with Dad's old glider, a decision that he only just now began to regret. Simply jumping was suicidal. He'd have to take some risks. After taking note of the nearest window, Spector slapped together a plan in his head and leapt into action.

"I'm sorry, Gene," Mr. Knight spoke in a dry, professional tone, all while casually hoisting the man over his back, "but I'm afraid we'll be ending our meeting a little early. Allow me to escort you out."

Ignoring the man's many and loudly voiced complaints, Spector calmly made his way over to the aforementioned window, and brought his leg back. With a solid kick, the glass shattered. For once, I appreciate a cheapskate. Nearest stable building looked to be in range of the grapnel. Good. In fact, there was a conveniently destroyed window that would line up quite nicely with a swing. Great, but also suspicious. Whatever the case, he'd have plenty of time to investigate after getting out of this death-trap.

"Do try your best to hold on. It's a long journey down, and gravity makes for a poor chauffeur."

After backing up, Spector made a running leap out the window, immediately proceeding to aim and fire his grappling hook at the target building. Adjusting mid-swing to line up with the window was tricky business, and grappling hooks weren't exactly the best tool with which to imitate Spider-Man. The plan was, in a word, idiotic. But, through the grace of Khonshu and the wonders of plot convenience, it went off without a major hitch. As they closed in for landing, Mr. Knight let go of the grapnel -while making a mental note to retrieve it later, those things were expensive- and repositioned himself for impact. With practiced grace, he stuck the landing, only slighting roughing up his passenger in the process.

As he let Gene down to kiss the ground, however, it quickly became apparent that safety was still a ways away. A pack of pallid, spindly humanoids stood (if one could call their posture standing) before them, presently menacing the building's cowering occupants. Off in the distance, one could hear distant, albeit extremely loud roars from an presumably much larger creature. This was no isolated incident, but Mr. Knight had a more immediate problem to deal with. The bigger picture could wait.

Khonshu, do you know these things?

They know not of my light, nor of Ra's. From the depths they came, that they might challenge their betters. Kill them all.

Molemen, or Moloids in modern parlance. We tried to colonize their territory back in the 1820's. Nasty buggers.

Alright, Boleyn, you're up. Run wild.

"Anytime, Brother."

Having spoken up, Mr. Knight finally caught the attention of the Moloids and their would-be prey, prompting the creatures to erupt into "EEEEEE"'s as they turned to face this new threat. After doing a few quick stretches to warm himself up, Mr. Knight went in with a running lariat, swiftly disposing of two molemen. Terrence Boleyn had been here for little over three hours, and he already loved New York.

 

[KnightOfNight]

Spicy trailed behind Kilowatt, just barely floating above the ground as she did. "These nerds are getting boring to fight. All they do is scream, flail around, and die. Where's the fun in that? Oh, and there's not even any real people around to see us beat them up, so it's double unfun." Every now and then she would fire a bolt of energy at a moloid, but she was losing interest in saving the day, or at least doing it when no one can see her do it.

"Think we could-" Before she could finish her thought, a powerful quake hit the tunnels. On pure instinct, Spicy grabbed Kilowatt's arm and threw him onto the ground before stepping over him to catch the ceiling that fell on top of them. Despite not being a hulking musclebound Satan like Toro Rojo, she was still the second strongest member of her team and her strength was more than enough to handle this.

"Stay still kid, I got this. Oh, and keep your eyes and mouth closed." Now it was just a matter of getting the rocks out of the way so they could continue their quest to find the nerd king. Letting out small bursts of photon energy, Spicy slowly blasted the rocks into small, more manageable fragments. By the time she finished, the tunnel had a thick layer of dust and gravel covering the floor. "Hey, this is starting to get fun again! But I wonder what caused that cave in, think it was the nerd king trying to stop us?"

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[Karcen]

Xui looked over the crumbling city her cold expression unmoved by the plight if the citizens and the destruction the mole people brought. She was focused only on how to stop the rumbling that all this mess caused so she could return to her real duties. Then the gaint monster came that was another mess to clean up but perhaps feeling a bit of annoyance towards the gunslinger from before she decided he could handle it. Xui was obvioulsy not needed as the man had claimed he could surly handle this building sized creature with his guns.

Still now with this view Xui knew where the most direct route to the mole peoples habitat would be. The fact that there were humans down there was just collateral damage they were already dead from the fall or torn apart by the savages and even if a few lived they were of little consequence. Still the gaint creature would cause damage possibly to the sanctum after it was done with that gunman, but Xui would deal with that latter gaint that were but flesh and blood were easily enough dealt with if you knew how to do it. Still the monster was in the way of getting to the hole or at least doing so safely so Xui decided to observe from a distance for now stay high in the sky.