Realistic or Modern Meta- Main IC rp.

[Morephalynx]

"Maybe!" He said with a soft laugh as he felt his employee run up and begin to help lift him off the floor. Each movement came with a hard bite on his own lip to silence his own agonized calls. His shoulder really hurt but he was too proud to cry anymore, not in front of one of his few employees who didn't really need any induction to simply do what she was told for decent pay. The sound of crunching glass underfoot was probably lost on everyone else in the building with the fight going on. Being honest with himself though even with a shoulder covered in second degree burns the feeling of the crunching glass underfoot hurt.

The people he had sought to shelter from the storm CRUNCH.
The coffee shop, this place he had found purpose once more CRUNCH.
The stark reality of how far the goal of true peace was CRUNCH.

He kind of felt like crying again, the red print his foot left every time it hit against the ground reminding him even when his gaze was cast downwards that there we're bodies here in the Main location of Marigold Cafe. The other employees true to their indoctrination had carried off everything visible including dismembered parts and the like so all that was left was the red all over the floor and whatever was caught under the rubble and car. That didn't change the facts as he saw them. He would improve... Or perhaps help others improve.

He cast a glance over his shoulder towards where the heroes fought. In a straight-up fight, he would have a lot of difficulties actually doing anything but maybe he could help the Heroes out in his own way. For half a second he considered how they liked their coffees. He had other things to deal with though.

Straightening himself upon Dana's shoulder "my legs aren't hurt Dana I can run on my own. We have to get going I don't want to see anyone else getting hurt in my shop today. Get down the street, there is a back door in the kitchen." He was so used to giving orders to his coffee addicts that he just gave our obvious information regardless of knowing that Dana knew damn well where the back door was. He would keep behind her, still ever altruistic in goal he made sure that he would be the one catching the next jagged shard of wood or bone to the shoulder instead of her.

The chaos reigning behind him didn't concern him as much as the people ahead. His tight fitted vest, button-up white shirt, and black pants also did contribute to the fact he didn't want to run too fast. Not that he was worried about ripping it but rather that it was so finely made that it wasnt about to rip so he just had to content with his regular stride but a bit faster.

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If there was one thing E.B generally couldn't tolerate, it was long winded speeches. If it weren't for the fact that he was pretty much actively revealing his thought process throughout it, she would've assumed he was wasting her time. But no, the addition of the oddly genre-specific marching motion convincing her that he was just really into character, whether it was purposeful or not. Given the insignia on the robot, she figured that it was either an outside contractor or some kind of tinkerer making a move. Earthbound Bunny folded her arms as he managed to sidetrack himself into an internal rant about the downplayed possibilities of quantum teleportation which, though accurate under review, lacked direct relevancy to the situation.

She did her best to ignore the odd pun that seemed strangely coordinated, as the General get up and the Question mark get up did seem intentional, instead turning her head away and giving an artificially distorted laugh under her helmet as its color shifted to white. The General questioned whether she wanted his assistance or avoidance, the very suggestion humoring her to no end. Despite how impressive his robotic ingenuity seemed, E.B couldn't think of anything he could offer her at the moment that would warrant cooperation of any type. He'd been right in his assessment of her acquiring the shipping manifest specifically for an opening like the one Apex's fight offered. And even without knowing which of the many shipping containers it lied in, her speed made such a search irrelevant.

"Hmph, as if I'd need to ask for assistance over such a simple task." she laughed before turning into a blur and darting away.

In a matter of moments, that very blur whipped around the entirety of the warehouse in a high speed assortment of motions. All around the doors of the cargo containers began swinging open, with several of the contents being spilled out as the blur checked one after another. The blur travelled up and down walls, along the ceiling several times. If E.B were to time herself, she'd find with no small amount of smugness that it had taken her about ten seconds flat to locate the specific cargo crate stowed away in a corner container. But after looking at what was inside for only a half second, she sped back beside General Question's van and slid to a stop beside it with a large metal briefcase in one hand.

"Ahem, on second thought I figure that villains should build bridges with each other when its possible." she said before glancing to the boxes casually before a chime led her to check her PDA "And given how many heroes are being draw towards that Bank business, I believe that our window of opportunity is getting smaller."

Hopefully the fight was causing as much damage as the Dispatch officials were saying it was, if they were lucky then the Heroes would be too busy aiding the nearby civilians to go back on the prowl just yet. Even so, if it kept drawing more attention from elsewhere then there was a good chance that one of the responding heroes came across them on their way. It was a slim chance, both she and the General seemed to have taken care with their entrance, so as long as they were equally careful on their way out there shouldn't have been much cause for a hero to wonder. But then again, the powers of metas were wide and varied. For all she knew some paranoid flyer with x-ray vision was scanning along the city coast at that very moment. Either way, she figured getting the General's task done with haste would be mutually beneficial in the long run.

"So its just these boxes right?" She tilted her head towards him before taking hold of the metal case's handle in both arms and spinning in place "Should be done in a split, really."

She launched the metal case up into the air before racing into the container, as the General's Guard moved another box, E.B's blur passed by it several dozen times. When the Guard placed the box it was holding into the vehicle, the rest of them were already packed and E.B had sat herself atop the van. Holding her hand out, she caught the falling case before it even got close to the ground. Setting it beside her, she kept one hand on it while checking her PDA to keep track of the Apex fight as well.

"So what would a purveyor of robotics be doing with so many CPUs anyway?" she wondered allowed while casually swinging a leg off the side of the van, casually nodding towards the Robotic Guard "I assume its for more of those fellows, but I can only imagine what you'd be using them for. Big heist? Robotic Army? Personal pleasure palace staffed entirely with Maid Droids?"

Though she laughed, her helmet darkened as she kept track of the situation on her PDA, seeing that it wouldn't be holding the attention of hero and law enforcement for long.



Dana Cordovan
Interaction/Mention: PlusUltra Doomyfish23 BarnaB Selee-01 Morephalynx
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Stormy days were the worst...

That was the one thing Dana thought as she stared up at the ruined ceiling of the café she worked at. A hard worker for over a year now, she'd hoped that the weather wouldn't be as bad as the news said, but found the ensuing hero-villain fights the more pressing danger. She didn't know what she was thinking, coming in instead of just taking the day off. Nobody would've blamed her, everyone knew the risks that storms like these brought in terms of Villain activity. But finals were coming up in a few weeks, and she'd need the extra cash to cover her study group if she wanted to move up in the world. Baking pastries in a Marigold café wasn't the end of her ambitions, no matter what her friends thought of her.

The boss had them convert the store into a storm shelter for those who would otherwise be stranded by the weather, something Dana had recognized for both its charitable and business oriented vibes. The boss may have had an image for compassion and generosity, but Dana hadn't struggled through four years of a business degree to not recognize the inherent genius of the manuever. It was something her friends had always gotten on her about, always seeing everything in terms of money instead of the human drive behind them. They wouldn't understand, wouldn't come to recognize just how much power there was in mere money. Mr. Marigold understood, Dana was sure of it. Perhaps that's why she felt working for him would've been the safest choice of employment.

But on stormy days like these, the term 'Safe' was relative.

She was reminded of that when the bank nearby was attacked by a Villain, reminded when heroes came to stop him, reminded when the ensuing fight sent a car crashing right into the middle of the store.

Dana didn't know when she wound up on her back, nor how many were probably injured by the vehicle on its way in. In fact, all she could think of at that particular point in time was how much it would cost for them to fix this. Maybe they could sue one of the heroes or villains? It wasn't her place to wonder on matters such as that, Mr. Marigold was usually able to handle disaster expenses fairly well. But that line of thought led her to remember that he was in the building too, their boss, the one who paid them. Dana snapped up off the floor, glancing to the side to find that a torn piece of wood had embedded itself in her arm. She looked at it for a moment before wincing as she stood, scrunching up her face in a mix of anger and pain whilst scanning the room for the boss.

She spotted him having the staff usher the injured into the back of the café, the towel around his head causing Dana to narrow her eyes as she started pushing through the crowd, "Sir!" she called out, only for her voice to be momentarily drowned out by the clashing of the heroes outside. Her eyes snapped up towards them, realizing that their battle was just as dangerous as ever. Her face fell as she watched the plasma descend right towards her employer, his cries urging her to push forward towards him even as he pulled against a table. He was too close, far too close to the freak show going on outside. There was no way in hell she'd go back to job hunting this close to finals, so despite her wounded arm she clung to the side of the table as she leaned around it and glared at her employer.

"Sir, you have to move!" she called out whilst glancing cautiously towards the fight outside "I can't just let you die, damn it! Come on!"

With that said, she tried to be as careful of his wounds as possible while trying to support him on her shoulder. She needed to at least get him away from this part of the store. Despite how much destruction was being caused, the Heroes at least looked close to taking that villain down. Sure, the back of the store was still just as destructible to a bunch of meta-humans, but it was far better than being this close to the splash zone.

 

[Vahn]

Interaction: GrieveWriter

At the mere mention of assisting or avoiding her caused her to laugh; General Question thought this was a normal response as very few villians would do a team up considering themselves above the need for assistance but as he waited she explained her self.

"Hmph, as if I'd need to ask for assistance over such a simple task."

She laughed again before turning into a blur then he pointed to himself or rather one of the his thought processes from his parallel processing responded to him. This must be the so called super speed he had heard about from the meta community with the meta community having a range of powers and abilities very few bothered even really going deep into them however the scientific community seems to be working with the united nations to make some sort of categories. While another one of his processes was timing her returned and with going to ten seconds and her appearing again with metal briefcase at hand before him. This made General Question realized that if she really wanted to, he would be dead before the count of three at least by the speed she is going as he took one look around and saw that many of the closed shipping containers are now opened. She then responded to him.

"Ahem, on second thought I figure that villains should build bridges with each other when its possible and given how many heroes are being draw towards that Bank business, I believe that our window of opportunity is getting smaller."

An ideal response but one of General Question processes saw that it took only a few seconds to change her mind. Without even saying anything. She had made a new move and responded at a drop of hat.

"So its just these boxes right?"

She tilted her head towards him before taking hold of the metal case's handle in both arms and spinning in place.

"Should be done in a split, really."

Just like that another drop of the hat and she made a quick and precise decision. She tossed the briefcase in the air and she became a blur to his eyes but one only needs to pay attention to the van to see she managed to fill it. He then saw her again this time on top of the van and not a moment too soon as she had grabbed the falling briefcase that she threw earlier. He then made the trip back to his tool box picked the four inner bolts and placed it to the tool box without looking at her directly he made a command to the robotic guard using his robotic voice and discreetly pressed on the small remote control.

"Please carry the wrapping plastic back Robotic Guard and prepare for evacuation"

To which the Robotic guard quickly complied and in a rush dragged the wrapping plastic back into the van before getting inside and insuring it closed the back doors behind it without hurting her. General Question had intended to trick the owners of the warehouse that nothing was stolen and only through an audit check they would find out something was stolen but its too late. The inner bolts of the shipping containers were designed to be snapped once opened for any reason so it is too late now to fix it and he does not have enough inner bolts to cover all of them up but he then heard her again.

"So what would a purveyor of robotics be doing with so many CPUs anyway?"

She was casually swinging a leg off the side of the van before casually nodding towards the Robotic Guard. She replied.

"I assume its for more of those fellows, but I can only imagine what you'd be using them for. Big heist? Robotic Army? Personal pleasure palace staffed entirely with Maid Droids?"

Then she laughed, General Question appreciates a good joke every now and then however she has a good eye for observation. One of his parallel processes agreed, she would be a useful ally down the line so why not extend a hand of goodwill. He then respond to her in his robotic voice.

"An army is necessary for a General. Unless one would regulate themselves as a paper General. Ha ha alas phase one is not yet done but more will come in the future."

He then went to the side of the van before pulling a bit before removing a white sticker from the side which would then reveal the words Jeff IT underneath it. He then spoke again to her with that robotic voice of his.

"It will now be time for our escape and just in case those pesky heroes try to stop this van well one would simply ignore an IT van. Since you have been helpful to me and I really want to have a more permanent alliance with you. "

He then reach into his black coat and remove a small business car with the words: DEAD END HOTEL imprinted on it with a telephone number on the back and he hands her the card. He hand already given command to the drone to move to the back of the van and leave the passengers side available.

"We can meet up at the Dead end hotel or if you rather I can drop you of somewhere with my van?"

 

[Doomyfish23]

Mr.Nuclear
North Texas, Serenity Ranch.

The large blonde man stood on the northeastern border of the ranch leaning on the property fence while his horse gazed lazily nearby. Clearly he was troubled by something which would have promptly alerted the ranch owner and head therapist, Chuck Greene, one of the Peacekeepers most powerful telepathic hero. Though he was retired he still found a way to contribute by operating this ranch that helped heroes with ptsd or mental deficits made by other telepaths. James still leaning on the fence tilted his head slightly as he heard the trotting of Chucks horse. "Whatcha thinkin bout James?" he said in his friendly southern drawl. "You already know that Chuck..." James said with little emotion in his voice. "Humour me then." Chuck responded without missing a beat. With a sigh James explained "Its the hurricane in new york..." he said in a low tone. "Yeah i hear its gonna be a cat three when it hits. What about it?" his calming effect was taking root in James amd the blonde hero knew it but he didnt worry about it, in fact it was part of the reason he enjoyed the company. "Well i am wondering if i should do anything about it." he said flatly causing Chuck to arch an eyebrow. "Its a hurricane James, what are you gonna even be able to do against that?" Chuck responded with a tad of condescension in his voice. This time it was james who raised an eyebrow as he turned to face his friend. "I could vaporize the whole thing, or fly in a counter circle to it near the eye creating a reverse flow of wind, or i cou-" He was cut off by chuck "Then what about the next one?" he said calmly leaving james looking confused. "I could do the same thing to a stronger hurricane if thats what your a
asking." he said without a hint of arrogance, like it was just a fact. "So youll deal with that one too? What about earthquakes?" he said clearly leading to something. "If i could predict them yes i suppose i Could handle that as well." james was clearly getting suspicious at this point so Chuck just cut to the chase. "Buddy, you start fighting mother nature and the world will expect you to do it everytime. What happens when there are two storms? You gonna decide which city gets saved and which city gets destroyed? Your gonna tear yourself up that way i assure you..." james furrowed his brow thinking about it. As usual Chuck was right, he hadnt even thought about the long term effects of him doing that kind of stuff. "I suppose your right, besides there are plenty of heroes in new york. Im sure they can handle it." he smiled having found peace with his decision. "There ya go man, now come on paintball starts in five minutes and i need your big frame to be my meat shield." chuck grinned with a wicked glint in his eye as James chuckled and began to walk towards his horse. Today was going to be a great day.

Atronarch
New york

The battle seemed to be rapidly getting wilder and wilder with Apex zipping around at high speeds. Between that and the debris Atronarch couldn't get a bead on him. He did however notice that the car he smacked seemed to have crashed into a coffee shop. He'd have to give them his hero insurance information afterwards. Luckily he had good coverage and by now the itchy feeling of his regeneration had begun to fade and a brief break in the dust clouds allowed him to line up his shot. Initially he was going to aim for the head but he figured that had too much potential for a fatal hit. The Liver was a better target in his mind, he had seen plenty of boxers get downed with a solid punch to the liver and luckily for him he knew just where a persons liver could be tagged from the front or back, in this case it was the back. Without leaving his cover he cocked his arm back tucking the trailer hitch ball into his shoulder and propelling it forward faster than an major league fastball pitch. He didnt put his all behind it, but he did manage to get the thing moving at about 250 fps more than fast enough to rupture a liver and shatter the ribs in front of it. Luckily the liver healed quick and usually didn't constitute lethal damage, hopefully Apex wasn't a drinker.

Selee-01 PlusUltra BarnaB

Bob and The Tech King
New york city Docs & warehouse district.

The small skiff made its way to the docks in the silent night with its two occupants bickering amongst each other. "Bob dude shut up! How many times do i have to tell you we couldn't leave a trail gravitational teleportation leaves a trail thats plenty of reason to take the long way. We cant leave any evidence" Alfred said gesturing to the boat. The much larger bob rolled his eyes as his arm stretched out and engulfed the boat entirely crushing it beneath his viscous goop without any sound escaping as the fragments were ground into a fine dust and released into the ocean breeze. The metal parts of the boat would float around within bobs mass for a few minutes more before they too were crushed into rusty dust. "I just dont get why we are running in the first place, they are scared of you kid, and even if they arent i doubt anyone they could send at us from britains team could tango with me and you at the same time." after he finished consuming the boat the two began wandering through the warehouses looking for the one marked with the peacekeeper logo. "People do stupid things when they are afraid and id rather not get on the villain list because some bench warmer hero decides he wants to get stomped out. Besides the American team has a few who probably could flatten us both, like that precious chick, or that one Atomic guy who beat up the Supremes...though i think he's retired right now...ooo there it is." He smiled as he gestured to the door and bob pressed against it slipping through the cracks and opening it from the inside. "I don't think your gonna be too happy there kid." bob said as he gestured into the warehouse where every shipping container was opened and particularly the One marked TK which was now empty. Alfred let out an annoyed sigh before shouting "Damnit...BUKO TRACKING MODE NOW, RECENT FOOTPRINTS ONLY." as he shouted the small device on his belt buckle flickered on and a hologram of a wolf flashed into existence and began to sniff the ground. As it did footprints began to highlight and trail out of the warehouse and towards the front where a white van was parked and the prints ended. "Bob...look scary. Lets go talk to these guys." Alfred said pressing a button on his personal phone built by his other self. Bob simply stayed in his base form and walked slightly behind Alfred with a scowl on his face that made him look utterly demonic. As they neared the van Alfred announced himself not wanting them to be startled into shooting at him or something. "Hey there, you in the van. You've got something i want, what say we negotiate. I think we can come up with a mutually beneficial way to let us both walk away from here happy."
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[Selee-01]

Conduit and Ribcage
Doomyfish23 Selee-01 PlusUltra
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Wagner gritted his teeth upon seeing his brother being grabbed, it brought back bad memories. Damn. Upon being grabbed Conduit seemed a bit confused, why was this villain trying to grab him so much? Denver supposed he hadn't learned his lesson. He began to glow once more becoming a brighter shade of blue then he had been before his eyes glowed incredibly brightly. Waves of plasma began to come off of him, not enough to kill anyone but it was certainly more than the first burn. Denver didn't need to be able to move to send out the blazing blue energy towards the offending villain.

Apex

Apex glared, and swept the plasma away with a blast.

“Give up, or I’ll throw you across the city,” he snarled.

Mr.Nuclear
North Texas, Serenity Ranch.

The large blonde man stood on the northeastern border of the ranch leaning on the property fence while his horse gazed lazily nearby. Clearly he was troubled by something which would have promptly alerted the ranch owner and head therapist, Chuck Greene, one of the Peacekeepers most powerful telepathic hero. Though he was retired he still found a way to contribute by operating this ranch that helped heroes with ptsd or mental deficits made by other telepaths. James still leaning on the fence tilted his head slightly as he heard the trotting of Chucks horse. "Whatcha thinkin bout James?" he said in his friendly southern drawl. "You already know that Chuck..." James said with little emotion in his voice. "Humour me then." Chuck responded without missing a beat. With a sigh James explained "Its the hurricane in new york..." he said in a low tone. "Yeah i hear its gonna be a cat three when it hits. What about it?" his calming effect was taking root in James amd the blonde hero knew it but he didnt worry about it, in fact it was part of the reason he enjoyed the company. "Well i am wondering if i should do anything about it." he said flatly causing Chuck to arch an eyebrow. "Its a hurricane James, what are you gonna even be able to do against that?" Chuck responded with a tad of condescension in his voice. This time it was james who raised an eyebrow as he turned to face his friend. "I could vaporize the whole thing, or fly in a counter circle to it near the eye creating a reverse flow of wind, or i cou-" He was cut off by chuck "Then what about the next one?" he said calmly leaving james looking confused. "I could do the same thing to a stronger hurricane if thats what your a
asking." he said without a hint of arrogance, like it was just a fact. "So youll deal with that one too? What about earthquakes?" he said clearly leading to something. "If i could predict them yes i suppose i Could handle that as well." james was clearly getting suspicious at this point so Chuck just cut to the chase. "Buddy, you start fighting mother nature and the world will expect you to do it everytime. What happens when there are two storms? You gonna decide which city gets saved and which city gets destroyed? Your gonna tear yourself up that way i assure you..." james furrowed his brow thinking about it. As usual Chuck was right, he hadnt even thought about the long term effects of him doing that kind of stuff. "I suppose your right, besides there are plenty of heroes in new york. Im sure they can handle it." he smiled having found peace with his decision. "There ya go man, now come on paintball starts in five minutes and i need your big frame to be my meat shield." chuck grinned with a wicked glint in his eye as James chuckled and began to walk towards his horse. Today was going to be a great day.

Atronarch
New york

The battle seemed to be rapidly getting wilder and wilder with Apex zipping around at high speeds. Between that and the debris Atronarch couldn't get a bead on him. He did however notice that the car he smacked seemed to have crashed into a coffee shop. He'd have to give them his hero insurance information afterwards. Luckily he had good coverage and by now the itchy feeling of his regeneration had begun to fade and a brief break in the dust clouds allowed him to line up his shot. Initially he was going to aim for the head but he figured that had too much potential for a fatal hit. The Liver was a better target in his mind, he had seen plenty of boxers get downed with a solid punch to the liver and luckily for him he knew just where a persons liver could be tagged from the front or back, in this case it was the back. Without leaving his cover he cocked his arm back tucking the trailer hitch ball into his shoulder and propelling it forward faster than an major league fastball pitch. He didnt put his all behind it, but he did manage to get the thing moving at about 250 fps more than fast enough to rupture a liver and shatter the ribs in front of it. Luckily the liver healed quick and usually didn't constitute lethal damage, hopefully Apex wasn't a drinker.

Selee-01 PlusUltra BarnaB

Bob and The Tech King
New york city Docs & warehouse district.

The small skiff made its way to the docks in the silent night with its two occupants bickering amongst each other. "Bob dude shut up! How many times do i have to tell you we couldn't leave a trail gravitational teleportation leaves a trail thats plenty of reason to take the long way. We cant leave any evidence" Alfred said gesturing to the boat. The much larger bob rolled his eyes as his arm stretched out and engulfed the boat entirely crushing it beneath his viscous goop without any sound escaping as the fragments were ground into a fine dust and released into the ocean breeze. The metal parts of the boat would float around within bobs mass for a few minutes more before they too were crushed into rusty dust. "I just dont get why we are running in the first place, they are scared of you kid, and even if they arent i doubt anyone they could send at us from britains team could tango with me and you at the same time." after he finished consuming the boat the two began wandering through the warehouses looking for the one marked with the peacekeeper logo. "People do stupid things when they are afraid and id rather not get on the villain list because some bench warmer hero decides he wants to get stomped out. Besides the American team has a few who probably could flatten us both, like that precious chick, or that one Atomic guy who beat up the Supremes...though i think he's retired right now...ooo there it is." He smiled as he gestured to the door and bob pressed against it slipping through the cracks and opening it from the inside. "I don't think your gonna be too happy there kid." bob said as he gestured into the warehouse where every shipping container was opened and particularly the One marked TK which was now empty. Alfred let out an annoyed sigh before shouting "Damnit...BUKO TRACKING MODE NOW, RECENT FOOTPRINTS ONLY." as he shouted the small device on his belt buckle flickered on and a hologram of a wolf flashed into existence and began to sniff the ground. As it did footprints began to highlight and trail out of the warehouse and towards the front where a white van was parked and the prints ended. "Bob...look scary. Lets go talk to these guys." Alfred said pressing a button on his personal phone built by his other self. Bob simply stayed in his base form and walked slightly behind Alfred with a scowl on his face that made him look utterly demonic. As they neared the van Alfred announced himself not wanting them to be startled into shooting at him or something. "Hey there, you in the van. You've got something i want, what say we negotiate. I think we can come up with a mutually beneficial way to let us both walk away from here happy."
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Apex's eyes widened as the trailer hitch impacted. Then he vomited explosively, and dropped like a rock.

Everything he was carrying, including Conduit and the rubble, fell as well.

 

[kasigi]

Meo

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The point that Meo had taken on top of the building gave him an excellent view of the ongoing conflict, giving him a pretty good idea what everyone was capable of. It was fun to guess what kind of abilities people possessed, and seeming them in action was all the more exciting. A battle like this caused so much collateral damage, making the block they were on begin to look like a scene from a post-apocalyptic film, with concrete ripped straight from the ground and cars flipped on their backs, any civilians around in this kind of catastrophe would find it incredibly dangerous. Humans never really realize how fragile they are, until a thin sheet of metal moving at just the right speed manages to cut right through them like butter. Meo entirely has to rely on his slippery nature to make sure he isn't turned into minced meat as well - even if he's slightly more durable than your average human, failing to avoid a car thrown at you at 30 milers per hour is going to put you on your death bed.

The battle was practically over before the final hit was dealt. With the overwhelming numbers advantage, it pretty much sealed the deal that the villain wasn't going get away. It only took a second of lost focus for Apex to get slammed by a brutal hit to his liver. Even with how far away he was, he could tell that the villain most likely no longer wanted to be conscious. The amount of pain he felt must have been unbearable, causing him to collapse to the ground. For a split second, it was like time was frozen, all the flying debris and people caught in the telekinetic grasp came to an abrupt stop, before all falling to the ground. "They handled that quite well." He had no intent to take any credit, if there was any to take. Though, he was definitely interested in the aftermath, slithering down from his vantage point and getting down the ground level. His arrival would be rather abrupt and out of nowhere, but he decided he didn't want to sit there until everyone left. Getting himself involved in some way would be beneficial, after all. He approached the motionless body of the Villain, Apex, leaning over him. "I'd hope that didn't kill him." He spoke, half sarcastically, though his tone was hard to pin down. It seemed sincere enough, though his face formed an eerie smile for a moment. The truth was, whether he died or not didn't bother Meo - just an unfortunate fate for someone considered morally corrupt. "Though, I'd think the priority would be making sure that he didn't kill anyone." His gaze switched abruptly, over to the shop that had a car tossed through it. "If people are in there, there may be some casualties." While Meo stood, he appeared to be rather tall, definitely approaching seven feet tall. "I don't suppose anyone here can heal wounds, can they?" He spoke to no-one in particular, looking at each of the individuals who had been involved in the fight.

Meo took his first few towards the coffee shop, though would likely stop to listen if anyone were to speak up.

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[GrieveWriter]

Dana Cordovan
Interacted/Mentioned: Morephalynx Selee-01 PlusUltra BarnaB

Dana tried not to scoff at the way Marigold tried to brush off his own injuries. Whether it be a desire to maintain his image or simply pride, she couldn't find a place for it in this life or death situation. But she could suppress her annoyance right now, protecting her boss came before all else. He was her paycheck after all, a fact that seemed lost on many of her coworkers. They carried off everything and everyone else in the cafe, some she spotted hauling mere limbs to the rear of the shop. She could ignore this as well, as it hadn't been the first time her coworkers had acted extremely odd for some reason. But she couldn't care about their jobs being on the line, such a thing just meant possible promotions for those who could keep their cool. That was exactly what Dana was attempting to do as she helped Marigold towards the kitchen, rolling her eyes as he once more tried to downplay his wounds.

"I'm sure you can, Sir." she replied, only to pull him closer in case he got any ideas "You are the pinnacle of physical resilience after all."

Pushing her way through the back door, she held it open for Marigold as she scanned the rear of the store. Seemed as though most of their clientele and staff had found their way here one way or another. It was a bonus, but how would they move this many cohesively if the fight in front got any worst? Dana figured that she'd leave that up to Marigold, he was better at the whole public speaking thing than she was after all. If there was a use for maintaining an image when metas were around wrecking stuff, then it would probably here.

Right as she thought that, she heard the sound of multiple things crashing to the ground at the front of the store.

"Hmph," she ran a hand over her brow to wipe some rain away "Looks like we got out of there just in ti-"

"They got him!"

Dana and several others looked to see an overexerted trucker stumble past the side of the store, hair matted to his face by the rain as he turned to them.

"The Bank Robber," he stammered happily "The heroes got him!"

Though the news seemed to send a surge of relief through many of those gathered behind the Cafe, Dana was none too pleased. Looking back towards the shop, the image of the vehicle now rammed through her place of work sparked another flare of annoyance. If she hadn't been there to drag her boss away from those Metas, would any of her coworkers have stepped up? Or would she come back from finals to see that she didn't have a job anymore? The idea was infuriating, but she still had to keep her cool. The boss was still wounded, along with plenty other patrons and staff. She supposed if she got right down to the nitty gritty, she should be thankful that nothing worst had happened. That many Metas could generally do way worst than fling a vehicle into a building. But even with that tidbit of knowledge known to her, it didn't mean that she had to be overwhelmed with gratitude and relief like some of the others back here looked to be.

"Those things better be coming down here reimburse us." she grumbled whilst folding her arms and looking to Mr. Marigold "Think we can trust those... sir? You really need to get those looked at."

Now that the immediate threat was gone, she had a better opportunity to evaluate the damage her employer had sustained. While she was by no means a med student, she figured that having those left exposed to the elements wouldn't be good in the long run. It gave rise to an aggravating scene of her boss going through all this, only to die from some mistreated infection. Speaking of which, Dana's hand went to the piece of burnt wood lodged into her arm and caused her to wince. Turing away, she looked over the assembled crowd, "Hey, anyone think to bring the medical kit from the kitchen on their way out?" she demanded "Don't know if I can trust the ambulance to show up before someone bleeds out."

The Earthbound Bunny
Interacted/Mentioned: Vahn Doomyfish23​

E.B found the General's reasoning for assembling army almost circular in nature. An Army needed a leader, but a General needed an Army so he was making one. His reference to the concept of a Paper General made her feel as though he recognized this. If she hadn't already seen his train of though trailing off several times prior she would've chalked this up to him buying time for something. Upon revealing his plans for escape, E.B couldn't help but tilt her head to the side. Ever since she'd gained her inconceivable speed, she'd found the need for alternative modes of transportation meaningless. Even so, she supposed there was nothing wrong with a classic disguise. It wasn't as if there were many heroes around to know of his trick, not with that thing at the Bank going on.

Speaking of which, she kept glancing between the General and her PDA as he spoke, keeping track of both him and the fight at the Bank as best as she could. If there was one thing that she'd grown an increased appreciation for after her incident, it was timing. As soon as he was done, she would be putting an intense amount of distance between her and this section of the city, if for nothing more than being careful. What she hadn't been expecting was for him to propose an alliance right then and there. Being helpful was one thing, but villain alliances tended to have dramatically different circumstances to keep track of compared to their hero equivalents.

"Nothing man-made is permanent, General." E.B snickered to herself as she accepted the card "But let's be sure to keep this mutually beneficial for as long as we can. I'm the Earthbound Bunny, but just use E.B since the title's more of a symbolic thing."

She knew of the Dead End Hotel, but she wouldn't be making the journey there until some time after the Apex scenario was dealt with. That entire area would have an increased presence of heroes and law enforcement for some time, meaning the others would have comparatively less for her to concern herself with.

"No need for the drive, however." she slid the card into one of her pockets before zipping it closed "Just try not to get yourself caught-"

"Hey there, you in the van."

E.B turned her attention away from the general to see a young man approaching with some kind of giant blob of angry playdough lumbering behind him. The man immediately pointed out that they had something he wanted, and was willing to negotiate for it. E.B took about three seconds to look down at the metal case she had in her other hand before her visor went a pale blue for a moment. Lifting up her PDA to check one more time, she sighed at what she saw before sliding it into another pocket and nudging the General, "And our distraction just got taken down, so I think its your que to dip out of here, General."

Giving him a pat on the shoulder, she strode away from the van, keeping an eye on the boy and the playdough blob as she put distance between both them and the General. With her other hand free now, she was able to lift the metal case in both her hands and look over it as purple patterns formed on her visor.

"After all, he's not talking about what you took." she mentioned while turning back to them and nodding to the case in her hands, the TK marking clearly visible on it "He's after this lil' treat, meaning I'm the one he's gotta have words with if he thinks I'm just gonna overlook a Kinetic Energy adapting device such as this. Usually I have to take on rooms full of armed guards and all kinds of extra security features to get ahold of things which can benefit my research."

Looking away for a moment, she leaned the case along her shoulder as she tapped a finger against her visor as its purple patterns became tinged with black, "But if the guy wants to negotiate then I suppose I'll attempt to do so. What's say I just take it apart and put it back together real quick? Then you can have it back easy-peasy. I usually remember the finer details of things I take apart, its kinda how I fixed my toaster in first grade. All I really need is to figure out what mechanisms inside are compatible with my own studies, after all."

 

[Morephalynx]

Lyle Marigold - open street/remains of Marigold Cafe (main) Mentioning GrieveWriter Doomyfish23 BarnaB PlusUltra Selee-01



He didn't like to boast but the kitchen they were all standing in was immaculate. A particular shop owner of a restaurant supply business liked their coffee so he got a bit of a deal. Nothing to amazing deal wise, if you cut a tree down to the roots it's unlikely to give fruit again so he had made sure to pay the replacement costs and a little more but it was nowhere near the normal profit margins they pulled with the high-quality equipment they dealt in. The quality of the equipment might have been lost on the dozens of people packed tightly into the back, some had begun to file through the back, employees continuing the action of pushing them through in an orderly manner and guiding them down the street even after they had been told the heroes had won. For a moment Marigold was content to let them continue, get them away from the metal, and the destruction of his store. For pride and their safety. But he sighed and nodded along with Dana.

"Please bring them back in and make sure they stay out of the rain. Grant call Darcy and ask her if we can clear rooms in her basement to move these people into those of you unwounded continue with tonight's plans there, oh and Stevens do as Dana asks."

Another connection formed through a love of coffee. A message passed from one addict to another was as good as him saying it himself and Darcy owned a decently sized Hotel nearby which could house these people. As for Stevens and Grant, they had been convicts when he found them, stick-like madmen, who lurked in back allies and killed people who they came across. they're large now better filled out forms were covered with muscle from a very healthy lifestyle he had ordered them to take on. One could scarcely tell what they had once been after all the corrects Marigold had given them. He didn't want to deal with anything himself for the moment, businesses rush hour was nothing to him and he wasn't a stranger to pain. But all this terror, all this pain and suffering, and addition to his own had a bit of an effect on the young man.

He leaned on the side of the counter and thought for a few moments, he looked around for paper but after realizing he probably wouldn't be able to hold it with his burnt arm or put it on the overfilled work tables he just carefully worked off the glove on his bad arm and clicked a pen using his other hand. "Give Dana a raise." He wrote out on the bare skin of his hand. Quietly tucking the pen back into his pocket he subtly gave Dana a glance of that note.

"Thank you, Dana, I'd call the emergency services but..."

He laughed softly at the sound of sirens starting to get closer. The hurricane was due at any moment so they probably were already readying for an emergency. He laughed a little more sadly when he realized he had intended this all not only to gain more followers but also because he had hoped to cut down on the usual casualties of a hurricane by housing the homeless for the night.

"Care to come with? I don't exactly know how you feel about heroes but I plan to thank the gentlemen who helped stop this. Before the Ambulance pulls me away that is."

He was thankful for Emergency services but being pulled around even while hurt bothered him and what's more, he knew by walking towards them he only made certain that he would be. Regardless he pushed open the door and held it for a second motioning to allow Dana through if she wished to come. He would embrace the hectic ride in an ambulance, into a rushed and overburdened emergency room, all that chaos which he hated so much. If only to get a better look at those heroes he owed them aid.

And as Grant, Darcy, and Stevens could tell you, living their healthy, successful, and happy lives. He always provided aid. Even if it came at a bit of a cost.

He would push out after Dana or alone if he had to. Holding his wounded arm and wincing whenever rain hit the large burn wound that covered his entire shoulder. He tried to smile with his usual warm expression and even grabbed a few employees as he made his approach.

"Excuse me all of you, My name is Lyle Marigold, I do believe I owe you all a coffee or two for saving my life!"

 

[GrieveWriter]

Dana Cordovan
Interacted/ Mentioned: Morephalynx Doomyfish23 Selee-01 PlusUltra BarnaB kasigi
For some reason, the lack of fighting out front did little to make Dana untense. The hurricane hadn't even struck yet and already they'd had a meta fight right outside. Dana didn't believe in omens, but the precedent set right now was not looking good. Yet again she wondered if the extra pay for working during this kind of weather was worth it, but the realist in her knew that school fees wouldn't hesitate to start raking her across the coals the moment she gave it the chance. For now she merely watched as Mr. Marigold ordered the clients to be brought back in so that they could send them to Darcy's.

Gesturing to several of her coworkers, Dana began the process of reversing the procession and ushering folks back into the business while Stevens went looking for their medical kit. After the first few costumers, Dana stepped back into the kitchen and took a moment to look over her work station. As a Pastry chef, she supposed she should've been more relieved by the minimal damage the kitchen had received in comparison to the rest of the store. Occasionally doubling as a waitress when pastry orders were low, she'd had plenty of practice maneuvering around the tables out front. The car and debris were an entirely knew beast altogether, as her somewhat haphazard attempt to haul Mr. Marigold out of there had proven. Even with one work station relatively intact, it wasn't as though she'd be able to work it. They wouldn't be able to reopen this location until it was fixed, which wouldn't be until the hurricane died down.

Knowing Mr. Marigold, that meant most of the staff would be transferred to other locations. Seeing that many had been converted to shelters, even then she wouldn't be putting her pastry skills to work as much.

Speaking of Mr. Marigold, she spotted him leaning against the counter with a look of contemplation for several seconds before he began looking around. Dana's eyes narrowed as she looked behind her, Stevens hadn't come back with the kit yet. She internally wondered when the hell those ambulances would be arriving, that squabble out front had to have drawn their attention. While worrying over that, she spotted Mr. Marigold's little note he wrote on his hand about giving her a raise. For a moment she sighed and allowed a self-satisfied smirk to form on her face, it was the little victories that one had to cherish. And after she nodded to Mr. Marigold's word of thanks, the victories seemed to keep coming as the sounds of emergency vehicles finally drew near.

"Finally..." she murmured more to herself than anyone else as she stretched and put her hands on her hips, already considering how she'd be getting home tonight if things turned out as bad as the news reports said.

That query was cut down with Mr. Marigold questioning whether she'd like to join him in thanking the heroes outside. With him still very much injured, Dana wasn't sure he should be heading outside at all until emergency services were there to help him. But she merely raised an eyebrow before shrugging, knowing already the fruitlessness of trying to stop him now.

"Yeah, I should probably be there, just in case." she gave him a pointed look, already plotting to offer a shoulder the moment he looked as if he was going to stumble, but pulled out her phone and began tabbing through things with the attached stylus "Should probably make sure we get the insurance off whoever tossed that car."

Noting Lyle's willingness to hold the door open for her despite his injuries, Dana rolled her eyes as she joined several of her fellow employees as they flanked their boss. He made his way out of the shop and greeted the heroes, offering them coffee and gratitude even as Dana took notes. So... it looked like there was Atronarch, Maxwells Demon go figure, Ribcage and Conduit? Dana paused in her note taking to look over to the unconscious form of Apex. The guy had managed to get himself pit against this many heroes at once? Even with how many metas were in this scity, that was a feat in and of itself. Her eyes trailed away from the villain to a large... cat like thing. Wait... he'd had Meo wrapped up in this too?

Dana shook her head as she resumed taking notes with slightly more agitation, all of this and the Hurricane hadn't even started yet. The near future was looking nothing if not daunting, but hey... maybe she could get another raise out of this if she could make it through the hurricane without... well, something bad happening.

 

[Vahn]

Interaction/Mention: GrieveWriter Doomyfish23



General would stare at her for a bit before she spoke.

"Nothing man-made is permanent, General."

She accepted the card and so far this was going good in General Question book then she pointed out an obvious fact.

"But let's be sure to keep this mutually beneficial for as long as we can. I'm the Earthbound Bunny, but just use E.B since the title's more of a symbolic thing."

Ahh yes a name. Earthbound Bunny was her title and he thought it was marvelous that it seemed she understands the insanity he speaks of; even though his parallel processing seemed to each have a mind of their own and all wanted to speak out. She then pointed out the obvious.

"No need for the drive, however."

After her performance here it seemed a little silly to suggest it but he was thinking more of the terms of the peace keepers. Just what if they have a power suppression law that suggested that if you are a citizen or unregistered meta that you will be fined for using your powers that is if they can capture her with her super speed. At the same time, it felt like the gentlemen thing to do. She slid the card into one of her pockets before zipping it closed. He then heard the warehouse door opening without the usual mechanical movement.

"Just try not to get yourself caught-"

"Hey there, you in the van. You've got something I want, what say we negotiate. I think we can come up with a mutually beneficial way to let us both walk away from here happy."

A possible outcome one of his parallel processors would speak out to his mind. We ran the bad outcomes earlier and then we also ran the possibilities of other metas interfering with our little parts gathering. This was an expected outcome; he looks at the two new interlopers but then another parallel processor spoke out in General Questions mind. We should negotiate, we don't know if maybe these two might be minions or lieutenants to one of the many crime organizations still operating after the so called War on Crime. Another part of being a rookie outsider in the new crime world, non-members and outsiders get treated to unreasonable markups and the mapping of turfs are instigated behind closed doors with some heads of the various boss and crime lords which is questionable considering how the Peacekeepers are trying to keep them down. She then spoke to him while he was still going through an internal clash of his parallel processors trying to state facts and new plans.

"And our distraction just got taken down, so I think it’s your que to dip out of here, General."

She then gave a pat on the shoulder, she strode away from the van, while looking on the boy and the play dough blob as she put distance between both them and the General. She then lifted the case.

"After all, he's not talking about what you took."

She mentioned while turning back to them and nodding to the case in her hands, the TK marking clearly visible on it.

"He's after this lil' treat, meaning I'm the one he's gotta have words with if he thinks I'm just gonna overlook a Kinetic Energy adapting device such as this. Usually I have to take on rooms full of armed guards and all kinds of extra security features to get ahold of things which can benefit my research."

Looking away for a moment, she leaned the case along her shoulder as she tapped a finger against her visor as its purple patterns became tinged with black

"But if the guy wants to negotiate then I suppose I'll attempt to do so. What's say I just take it apart and put it back together real quick? Then you can have it back easy-peasy. I usually remember the finer details of things I take apart, its kinda how I fixed my toaster in first grade. All I really need is to figure out what mechanisms inside are compatible with my own studies, after all."

All the while this was taking place, General Questions mind would be thinking of counter plans...One parallel processor speak out in this conference of parallel processors we can order the guard right now to shoot the blob with the tranquilizer rifle that is in the van...they are not looking in the van...Good thing you sprang for tinted windows...we could do a surprise attack...you still have the tranquilizer pistol with you and yes it is in the holster...you have not trained for this distance though so I don't think you can hit the boy...Then another parallel processor speak out you are not physically strong... that play dough monster does not look human enough... what if the tranquilizer dart does nothing...we cannot afford to go to prison or worse die here....Then another parallel processor comes out to speak....Are they heroes or villains like us and Earthbound Bunny?....Odd they want to negotiate....Another parallel processor speaks out Did she say Kinetic Energy adapting device? We could use that......Then another parallel processor speaks up.... Shut it.... Quiet....Stop.... Stop....Force reboot...... let the silent one speak now.........The quietest part of the parallel processors speaks out now.... Confirmed, we cannot be stopped right now and if Earthbound Bunny is allowing herself to be a target, our next step is to walk away. We have not heard of these two so we have no information on them and are unknown variables.... With our limited resources and strength, we are nothing but a burden to her.... Our next phrase requires more information...Do not interfere between the three...She has the card worst case scenario must be avoided.... Proceed with evacuation. His body then gave a noticeable nod to those around him as if to acknowledge the decision that was made with his parallel processors made with a span of five seconds. He then spoke out in his robotic voice directing his attention to the boy and play dough monster.

" It seems to me that the Madam has what you came for and since I am just in the way it is better for me to leave. I would request you move away from my van, I just bought it and would not want to have to pay for any unnecessary repairs. Madam, I shall take my leave. You know where to find me if you need me."

He then began his military Stechschritt marching towards the van. His intent is simply to go to his van and drive out of this warehouse but who knows what these two will do as he had already discreetly pressed on his small remote controls on his van to place both the drone and robotic guard on guard position and are prepared to eliminate possible hostiles.

 

[PlusUltra]

Maxwells Demon
Location: Open Street, NYC
Tags: Doomyfish23 @Yannah GrieveWriter Morephalynx kasigi Selee-01 (Open)

The blast of air sucking in debris that accompanied Apex surging upwards instead blasted Demon backward, skidding along the pavement for several moments before tracking the Villian upwards just in time to wince somewhat at the liver impact. "Well, i think that answers my durability curiosity but think we might want to make sure he doesn't go splat....." watching as he begins to fall from the sky, the blue energy guy fortunately being a flier so avoided one of those annoying choices of who to save.

Picking up a piece of rebar that had been broken she takes aim and throws it like a javelin at the falling Villian, aiming to pin the guy against the building by his outfit before they met the Tarmac. Looking around with some satisfaction she noticed another new arrival a moment later and answers with a Shrug "Eh he's going to be fine....." noticing a trickle of red staining the area he was pinned upside down by the shin "Well relatively...but yeah its a no on the healing. As for the Coffee..."

Looking to the new arrival "Grande Decaf Chai Tea Latte, 3 Pump, Skim Milk, Lite Water, No Foam, Extra Hot...oh and before I forget again" running her hands across her costume and patting different belt compartments before pulling out several blue hard plastic cards with gold text and extending them to the civilian as she walks over "Yeah hand these out too if you can, Sorts out all the insurance stuff because hell if I'm doing paperwork". The items in question seemed to be basic business cards with the usual contact information, but on the reverse side there was a bunch of promotional hashtag and apparently a 20% off Hero Times subscription code.