Fantasy Superhero Times

[ManofManyRoles]

Natalie Brenton

Sipping her tea she shrugged, flashing her usual grin. "I don't really mind what time I work, so long as I sleep at one point. I once worked seventy-two hours straight. I crashed hard after that though." At the comment about taking it too lightly she waved her hand, as if dismissing the idea. "I understand, but give me some faith yea? This can't be as bad as that time I was in korea and I had to fight a kaiju. Or that time in the U.K when a death cult tried to subvert parliament and the queen and summon an aspect of death itself. This'll be fiiiine." She sipped her tea again, attention shifting to Darren. "Ah...right. Sure, no problem. I don't promise to behave any more than I usually do. I'm not dressing up either, not happening."

Finishing her tea she glanced at Sarah, giving a dour look. "You have no idea. Darren here had the 'pleasure' of meeting Agas herself. He somehow managed to stall her long enough for conversation so I could get back...I can't count on that happening again. Long story short, she has every intention to kill them. And she's still talking about it, now that he's reminded her of their arrival." Lifting her sweet roll she took a bite of it, completely nonchalant about the fact that they had come very close to L.A being nothing but smouldering rubble. "These sweet rolls are good, want to try a bite?"

Deathkitten

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Pydir

Pydir finally let go of them both. "Comic book world? wheres superman!? Can i get his autograph? Waaaait theres dragons in comics right!? maybe I can eat one!.....But then Thyris would scold me... Eating people is wrong... But dragons are sooo tasty" She was walking around fast looking around amazed waving at people in buildings. Bells was right, she was a few screws lose, but you would be too after being stuck in a prison for thousands of years. Stretching some she looked back at james. "w-well... I can deal with the book a bit... Pydir is a strong dragon after all!" she said even though her face and eyes showed she was still scared of the book. "we trust ya James. Just tell em if ya need anything eaten!" She chimed happily. "....and dont tell Thyris about me excited to eat another dragon......" she added, Pydir didnt really seem worried at all about being in another world. She coudlnt be happier as long as she was having fun

Deathkitten ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Rooftop overlooking El Porto High Security Prison, 20 minutes ago, Tactician

The downpour of the rain beat against his uniform, thunder and lightning cracking overhead. He appreciated the rain, and storms especially. It meant he had to make calculations for his shots, but it also made him easier to disappear. Covered sounds quite easily, if you timed it well enough with the storm. A leg was raised up, resting on the lifted lip of the rooftop, a detonator in his right hand's grip. Around the prison area, he had placed small spycams on surrounding buildings, part of a payment he had received for a contract long ago. Advanced tech, small as a screw head, concealable...you'd miss em if you weren't looking for them. When this went off, he'd have video to review for heroes who got involved, better to know skills early. He'd be operating in L.A for some time. "Timer...start." Clicking the detonator, a series of explosions rocked the cellblock areas of the prison, beautiful blossoms of crimson and orange erupted around the prison. Once they finished their deadly bloom, prisoners could be seen funneling out, guards trying to stall the horde. "There. One stone, many birds."

Tristan Industries, present, Tactician
The Tactician stood at a large computer, fingers tapping away silently. Behind him, a cohort of about six guards in impressive power armor laid on the ground, completely immobilized. Ont he battery like backpacks on each one, a massive gash or hole could be seen, likely the cause of their apparent death. There was so much on this drive, super-tanks, Mecha, even the suit of the infamous Kali the Ripper...he'd be taking that, actually. The girl let enough videos circulate of her in just about every country that would adore her, so he knew her combat by now. But having these schematics meant he'd know her suit as well...what a lucrative job he had. Copying the tank onto one drive, and then the ripper suit onto another, he calmly pocketed them both in one of his pouches and sealed it up. "I'll give you all an A for effort, I suppose." His voice was distorted, and not even his natural one. It was too deep, too gravely, and it got deeper or lighter every few words.

Closing up the file he walked towards a large hole he'd caused through careful use of his unique thermite blend, vaulting up out of the basement floor onto the ground floor proper. Casting one last glance towards the basement he turned on his heel, starting down the hallway in a sprint. He passed a couple guards on his way, all unconscious from rather grisly head wounds...shouldn't have tried to stop him. They'd survive, but they'd have headaches, obviously. He just had to get out to the entrance he had made, a clean melted thermite hole in the back of the building connected to the alley.
Cam E. Leon

 

[Deathkitten]

Sarah, Jupiter, and Darren​

"Ooo. Yes please!" Sarah chimed, all talk of seriousness, Agas, fighting, and whatnot having left her mind like it had never been there in the first place. She smiled and grabbed one of the rolls, "Got so wrapped up in talking I almost forgot to start noshing!"

Jupiter smiled and took one from the basket of rolls as well, "Honestly though, is anything much better than warm bread on a rainy day? This and like... hot chocolate. Friggen fantastic."

Darren took one as well, not wanting to be the odd man out, but he wasn't as enthusiastic about the food. They had already eaten... and while Natalie seemed like a bottomless pit... the thought of food being a happy thing just made him down in the dumps again. He didn't have that feeling towards hot chocolate or warm bread. Most everything was just the same temperature for him... This bread was warm? That meant it was fresh, which meant it was yummier and generally better... but... he sighed a tiny bit and nibbled at the bread.

If God, the one that Natalie believed in, was real, then why was he made like this? Why was he so cursed? Was this punishment for his family's sins or something? Was that even a thing? He had heard the term "the sins of the father" but he didn't actually know what came next in that quote. Was his family's villainry the reason he was so messed up, or, more likely, was he just a genetic fuck up? No... you can't be a fuck up if you're planned. His Father and Uncle wanted a child exactly like him... just... with his father's powers too.

Ugh. He had lost what appetite he had left just thinking about it.

Meanwhile, Sarah was chatting between bites, "Dude. If you haven't been in the states for long, I soooo need to take you to Disneyland. It's freaking amazing. That and the pier, and maybe even a bit south like Legoland. You DO like rollercoasters, I hope? I have passes to most of the major parks. LA soooo does not need to be all for work. We should chill together. You seem like someone I could get along with. We could hit up some bars too if you're into drinks. Plus, with that accent, you'd attract the guys and girls like little lovesick doves. Heh. Actually, thinking of that, I gotta know. About how many times have you gotten hit on since being in the states? For whatever reason, British accents is like a thing for most Americans." She laughed just thinking about it, especially since anybody hitting on her would have no idea the crazy they were approaching.

ManofManyRoles

 

[Cam E. Leon]

SHERM

Sherm woke up groggily with a rather large headache. Groaning he knocked about his desk knocking over empty daquiris as he tried to grab his office phone. His room, or more like his private lab. Was also his CEO desk. "Yeah?" Sherm said half asleep answering his ringing phone. Only to receive " FINALLY YOUR FUCKING AWAKE SHERM" screaming at him from the other end of the call. "Wh-whats wrong?" sherm asked confused before the screaming continued. "Someone broke into the server warehouse and accessed the abyss drive!" She yelled..... but got no response. "Sherm? Sherm!?" She yelled but go no answer. As sherm had dropped the office phone and was frantically dialing 911.

 

[ManofManyRoles]

James

Being released from her hug he checked himself, giving a small sigh. A few holes in his attire, nothing that'd kill him...just the lingering pain. "I don't know if there's a superman here, all I know is that there's apparently heroes. And this is a succubus...I'm trying to ignore that fact though." He heaved a sigh, shaking his head. "Pydir, you know you don't have to eat while you're connected to the grimoire...and I'm not going to let you shove a race into near extinction again." His annoyed and stern looked softened as he looked at pydir's uncomfortable and scared expression. "I'm sorry Pydir. I'm going to get you out again...I'm going to get all of you out again, I promise." It bothered him that they were all stuck in the books again. At one point, when he first met them, he took them for granted. They were just grimoires, but that was long ago. They were his family now...and his family was stuck in prison cells. An uncomfortable feeling settled in him, one that he had thought dealt with long ago...he'd put one of them in a prison cell. Sophia didn't count, she was able to leave at her own will, but thyris...he'd put this right.

Hearing Pydir's optimistic notes he grinned a bit. "Will do. I'll be sure to call you when I need your help...I think we're going to be busy again, unfortunately. I'll get us home. Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Suddenly remembering Bells was here he cast a glance towards her, shrugging a bit. "I'll play QnA with you later, because I'm certain you're confused."
Cam E. Leon Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Natalie Brenton

Natalie chewed on her sweet roll in silence, glancing in the direction of Darren. Poor kid had that look again, he was stuck in his head. She found she was getting good at taking notice of when he'd slipped into his little depression headspace again...she'd find a way to get him to smile, and keep smiling. Reaching out she gently shook his shoulder, smiling her usual smile. The kind of grin that shouted confidence in the situation and herself. "Earth to Darren. Come back to me, love." Her attention shifted back to Sarah, tuning in to her just in time. "Rollercoasters? Yea, but I'm also the same chick who skydives without a parachute...probably a bit irresponsible use of my power but eh." Setting her sweet roll on her plate she crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't drink, but I like a good bar nut. Plus, pub food is some of the best, depending on where you go." At the comment of 'attract guys and gals', a noise escaped her, a new one. A noise of genuine annoyance and discomfort, something Darren hadn't yet been privy too. She rolled her head back, staring at the awning. "I don't know why you all get hot and bothered by me speaking, Christ above. Do you know how many people I've had to throw into dumpsters or knock over the head? At least fourteen...No wait, sixteen. I forgot the two that hit on me at the airport." Straightening up she puffed her cheeks like an annoyed child. "I don't have time nor interest in dating, let alone a lay. If I hear one more bloke give me some cheesy pick up line and thinking he's hot stuff, I'm going to toss him out the nearest window."
Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Thomas Black, his room

Thomas laid back on his bed, staring upward at the ceiling. His room was pretty spartan, and honestly unappealing by most regards. It was small, given it was on a military base. But he'd been allowed to paint it a soothing beige, had a bulletproof skylight to allow natural light. There was a small dresser nearby, a nightstand, basic necessities that barely fit in the small room. On the standing mirror attached to the dresser was a collection of photographs of his wife and his daughter. His daughter...he'd ran into Selene yesterday. He had met her, and he had to say goodbye in the same day. Amber was trying to get him under her command but...that request was still being processed, as far as he knew. He just had to wait. As far as he knew, no one knew the fact he'd run into Selene, besides Mazok and Amber. And those two had promised they wouldn't say anything...they wouldn't be moving his family any time soon, or so he could only hope. He rolled onto his side on the bed, staring at the beige wall and heaving a sigh. Maybe he could get cleared to go out on a walk or see a movie. So long as he didn't leave the compound too far behind he was allowed to do that much. Drifting his eyes shut, a shuddering sigh escaped him. The worst part about yesterday...he'd missed an alert about the O.A. He missed the very thing they were keeping him on a leash for...he wasn't sure if he was grateful or angry. He wanted to say grateful, that he didn't have to get involved and cause so much destruction. But he felt angry...he was kept around for one thing. He was led around on his leash like a good dog for that one god damn thing, and he hadn't been there!

Reaching up, he grabbed the pillow he laid his head on and pulled it over his head, a noise of anger and frustration escaping him. When did it end...when did it get better? Thoughts spiralled from anger to anxiety to exhaustion...and finally to dream as he fell asleep. It was the same dream, it was always the same dream. He was seated in a void, legs crossed in front of him. And before him stood his other half, staring him down and breathing deep, like an angered animal. "You ruined my life, you know. And you'll ruin it again. She's so close, and you're going to ruin this." The creature opened its maw, giving a deafening roar. Then came it's voice, something you'd imagine a volcano that could speak may sound like...angry, deep, powerful. "Then take back! Crush army bugs! Get family back! We are strong! They are WEAK!" Thomas stared at the beast unfazed, his only reaction a minor frown. "Because letting you rampage and do what you want solves everything, doesn't it!? That's how I got into this godforsaken situation! You won't even let me...no, you won't even let us stay dead! They've killed us before, and you won't let it stay that way! You don't let me get any rest!" Another roar, the beast slamming it's fists on the 'ground'. "Give up too easy! We crush bones of many bugs! We grind bones of many bugs! Dying means no fight!" Thomas stared at the beast, the thing that craved only destruction and more rage to fuel itself. "I hate you, and everything that you are." The beast stared at him with magma red eyes, a hiss escaping it. "I take control one day...no more little bug. Only Beast. Then I crush forever."
Deathkitten (You wanted thomas, so here you go.)

 

[Cam E. Leon]

The employees of the restaurant were a bit scared until one person in the back said. "is that corvus? ive seen her on the news before, shes like a freelance hero!" hearing that the employees began to calm down some and took them to a booth. Viona sitting across from Corvus happily. "ill just have a soda." Viona ordered While she tried to dry herself off. "So, you got any plans for being back in LA mom? Maybe your here to inspect those who have been resurrected? Like oooh its a zombie virus maybe!" She joked happily as she took out her phone. Pulling up a few news articles to show Corvus. It was various stuff about the resseructions. and even photos and videos of the OA fight. "No big sicknesses though." she chimed happily

ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Corvus

Glancing in the direction of the person who spoke up she lifted her hand in regard, giving a small wave before lowering it. "I'll take a tea, if you would. That will be all for me." Turning her attention to Viona she tilted her head a bit in thought. "No plans as of yet, my dear. Just get my bearings for now, help where I can...Resurrections?" Leaning forward to look at Viona's phone she gave a soft hum, leaning back. "Interesting, quite interesting. I don't think it'd be a zombie virus, if those truly existed I would know. This seems like something outside my area of expertise." Glancing towards the waitress who delivered their drinks she gave a nod of appreciation, attention going back to Viona. "I trust you've been well, no incidents outside of the suit?"
Cam E. Leon

 

[Cam E. Leon]

VIona

"ehh i got caught up in a few crimes by accident." she said laughing some before shrugging. "have horrible luck with that stuff. But im fine, no one has been sick by me. Still. Its been crazy mom, you came back a weird time." she looked around pressing a button. a straw coming out of her helmet drinking the soda. she couldnt really eat with the helmet on, but she had food at home. "you can stay at my place if ya want. But I can understand if your busy." She looked around the store some before outside to the storm. The past few days had been crazy, demons OA resurrection. Whats next? Another person resurrected? More OA attacks? It made her a bit worried. IT would be alright....right? Vionas hand shook some thinking about it.

ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Corvus

"Well, so long as you're fine, and you haven't made anyone ill...I do find I arrive at strange times, and my arrival doesn't always bring comfort. As you know, the crows follow." Glancing at her tea she slowly lifted it up, a thick black miasma starting to swirl around her head and obscuring it from sight completely. Under the cover of the blackness she shifted her mask upright, sipping her tea...perfectly normal routine for her. "I do appreciate the offer dear, I may have to take you up on that. But I also have to visit a patient while I'm here..." Taking notice of Viona's shaking hand she reached out, black glove taking her adoptive daughters hand. "Dear, it will be fine. I'm here, and I won't let anyone harm you. Deep breaths, your shaking."
Cam E. Leon

 

[Deathkitten]

Sarah, Jupiter, and Darren​

Darren gave Natalie a small smile, "Sorry..."

"Skydiving without a parachute? Ooooooooh that sounds like so much fun! Why haven't I thought of that before!?" Sarah chimed, grinning wide at the thought of such a death-defying stunt.

The new noise that escaped her brought a wheezing laugh from Sarah, finding it absolutely hilarious. Partly because of the thought of her flinging guys and partly because of her annoyance at the situation. It even made Darren laugh, bringing his focus back to reality. "Noted. Don't try to find you a date. Got it," he teased, a grin planting itself on his face.

"I get not having the interest, but not having the time?" Sarah mused, "Sounds boring. I at least like to have a little fun from time to time... just need to be extra picky about it, of course. But with Agas I guess I understand. Having a constantly disgusted peanut gallery would be... more than a little distracting from the moment."

"Gross," Darren said with a scrunched up nose at the idea.

Jupiter piped up again, "It'd be way worse if people knew your alias, believe me. Hell, I can imagine SoulFlare's probably been hit on too? Some guys are bold to the point of stupid."

Darren gave Natalie another smile and slipped into his natural Welsh accent on purpose, "Well iffin ya want I can talk like this an' probably get some of the attention off of ya. You'd prefer I talk like this anyway, right innit?"

Jupiter had to do a bit of a double-take, "Wait you're from the UK too??"

"Unfortunately I am. Wales in particular."

"Woah. Wouldn't have guessed it. You worked hard on your LA accent, huh?"

Darren shrugged, "I guess. Just didn't want my family findin' me."

ManofManyRoles

 

[Osuka]

Alexandria Norman
AKA: Machina
Location: Santa Monica Pier

Right. Velocity was a smartass. She didn't even miss the chance to suggest Alexandria be a real hero and get super powers from some sort of freakish mutation that had less than a single percent chance of happening due to the mist, and that was considering their lives were basically comic book lives rather than some kind of boring alternate universe where powers didn't exist. Alexandria considered giving Velocity the middle finger - though it wasn't really out of malice, and instead deigned to ignore the comment as she took a look around her initial area... Until Velocity agreed to stick together before suddenly running off.

"So much for sticking together," she thought to herself with a roll of her eyes. Unfortunately, however, that would be the last instance of a more casual type of conversation as everything suddenly grew. The sound of carnival music had her hand snapping the directed-energy SMG from its compartment within half a second, the butt of the stock pressed firmly to the shoulder plate of her suit, and the giggling alone made her hairs stand on end. It wasn't even in her ear, unlike Velocity, but it was enough for her to warrant dropping her Puckish Rogue personality to suit the situation more appropriately.

"And now conversation is over," Alexandria started as she took in the environment again, SMG leveled, at the ready, and safety off. She wasn't going to wait for Velocity to follow as her own feet started carrying her along behind the footprints. "Namina, get thermals on. If those don't bring up anything, switch to a high spectrum scan. Velocity, do not run off again, and stick with the class this time.

"We probably won't be leaving until we deal with the event anyway, so get comfortable with a slower pace."

For Alexandria, she was already at a disadvantage. The Supernatural wasn't exactly something that Technology was the best at combating if the subject of ghosts and the like came up. Even directed-energy weapons had very minimal effect, and that was if the weapon was geared for dealing with ghosts, wights, specters, wraiths - whatever you wanted to call them. If it was something physical, she had a better chance of dealing with it, but something told her that today wasn't exactly going to be her day. She had rushed in thinking it was going to be something like the Shy Guy SCP or maybe the plague doctor - but no, this whole thing had to do with reality warping, it seemed, and there was only so much even Mages could do against people who bent the laws of literally everything for funsies.

(Sorry it's not all that much. Wanna get this going asap.)

Deathkitten ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

Phoenix House Fire​

The burnt man was unconscious, barely hanging on by a thread. He looked awful. A well-known healer hero, Nurse Joy, was arriving on the scene and immediately began tending to him with the bright glow that only magic could provide.

As for the view Fay had gotten, it was horrible. The fire, the screams, desperation... but worst of all he could see, nearly at the same spot he was standing in right now, Phoenix himself in this memory of mana. He was watching it burn, keeping a wall of fire around the edges so none could escape. Within the mana itself, he spoke.

I know you're here... You, little survivor. I'd like to clean up loose ends. Here's to hoping this caught your attention enough. Next, maybe I'll target a school again. That should get your attention. By the time you get this message, I'd say it's been about a half-hour since I left. You have another half-hour before I set alight my next location. Lucky for students, it's the weekend... maybe there'll be some study groups going on or something? Keen little martyrs. I have a goal here far beyond you, but I need to tie up loose ends before I can finish it. Have fun.

As the message came to an end, the phoenix mark he was standing nearby exploded into a blaze, a tall, fearsome spout of fire that started the dry grass nearby ablaze, eager to spread.

Osuka

 

[Deathkitten]

Bells​

Bells patted herself down, trying to take account of any injuries she had just sustained. She was bleeding a bit... from multiple different small cuts... ugh. "Superman doesn't exist. Not the comic book one anyway. There are some heroes kinda like him though. Yes, comic books still exist, despite heroes existing," she explained, putting some pressure on one of the stab wounds as her tail flicked, irritated. The little bell on the end of her tail jingled about as it did so.

"Dragons exist here too. There's a decent population of them... but uh... I don't think that they would appreciate getting eaten... plus they tend to be really good at magic, so they're not so easy to eat," she muttered, "Alright how about we chat somewhere else? So... if you're a dragon can you take a dragon form? Can you fly?"

ManofManyRoles Cam E. Leon

 

[Deathkitten]

Avro Hawker​

The first thing she felt was the unpleasant sensation of cold sand, followed almost immediately by the freezing cold of California rain on her back, soaking her hair through. She was confused, bitterly cold, and very very naked. No one was on the beach right now with the storm, which was the first thing she saw as she brought herself to her hands and knees. Soft shuffling of feet brought her green eyes to a man in dark robes that disappeared before she could even scramble to get feet.

As she stood there, bare and shivering, the rain washed the sand from her body. The harsh breeze and deafening sound of a plane landing overhead brought her back to reality, gave her focus enough that she could realize where she was. She knew this place, and in the dim light of the morning sun, blocked out by clouds and mist, she could see the tall building in the distance that she had become familiar with. Tristan Industries.

After an awkward walk down streets, trying to avoid the prying eyes of people on her nude form, she arrived in front of the glass doors of the tall office building. The guards, understandably, had no intention of letting her drenched, shivering form inside. She looked and sounded absolutely nuts, shouting that she was Avro, the dead girlfriend of their boss. After almost a full fifteen minutes of this interaction, her incessant banging on the doors and standing there like a kicked puppy, they called him.

"Sherm, sir, we have a situation downstairs. There's a woman here claiming to be Avro Hawker... she refuses to leave and is... erm... naked," the older of the men spoke into the intercom to Sherm's office, voice gravely and more than a little tired of this shit, "Sorry sir, but we don't know what you want us to do about this. She... uh... Well, she looks like her, but there's no way, right?"

"There've been resurrections recently, haven't there?" the other one chimed in from his side, voice carrying through the intercom.

"I guess so... uh... Maybe you could come down here to check? We don't know how we'd know if she's real."

Cam E. Leon

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Sherm

Sherm who was currently freaking out over the abyss drive frantically looking to see if any files were missing in the Abyss Drive. Chugging A daiquiri in his hand to help him calm down. "shit shit shit shit." he mumbled to himself looking at his computer before turning to his phone hearing the announcement. Avro.... oh fuck. It cant be? right? Why now!? Sherm with no hesitation quickly running to an elevator and swiping his key card. The door opened and sherm ran inside frantically pushing the ground floor button. Thankfully the elevator was quite fast and it barely took a minute to get to ground floor. Running out of his elevator accidentally running into a new employee pushing a coffee cart. Sherm couldn't even care about the hot coffee on him as he got up his clothes now partially stained brown as he ran to the main entrance. The secretary already there. Upon sight... Sherm just stared. It was her.... Avro.... Sherm quickly ran to her opening the door hugging her tight. already in tears. "please be real....." is all he muttered as the secretary. Stonefaced and cold blooded just grabbed a towel throwing it over her. "Okay idiots! clear civilians out. Any civilian not out of here in 2 minutes is personally taking a pepperball to the face. Any guard not moving their asses into gear is getting tazed and pepperballed " the secretary yelled ordering the guards. AS she began moving people out. " This shits gonna be complicated." as she began texting 911 to update the emergency response to also add resurrected individual.

Deathkitten

 

[Deathkitten]

Avro​

She was cold to the bone, or at least she felt like it, shivering as she watched the scene inside the building. Then... ah... Sherm. She teared up as she hugged him, giving the secretary an appreciative smile at the towel she had draped over her. "It's alright. I'm real. I really hope I'm real anyway, cuz I'm really freaking cold. Heh," she chuckled softly, giving him a kiss on the corner of his jaw.

Avro pulled him inside out of the rain, voice soft, "There was a man in some sort of dark robe that was there when I woke up naked on the beach... but he disappeared. I don't know who they were... but... I... I was dead. There's no way I survived... was... was I resurrected?" She pulled away just enough to cup his face with either hand, looking into his eyes with concern. She could remember... everything. God, she could remember everything. That monster of a woman made a salad of her insides with how many stab wounds she had. She wanted to freak out just thinking of it... but Sherm needed her right now.

She shook her head, "Right. Okay. Let's do this one step at a time. Can I have an extra uniform, sweetheart? A towel is nice, but I think I'd like something with a little more coverage."

Jewel​

Jewel had a McDonald's hashbrown in mouth as the radio chirped, then chirped again with an update of the same scene. Resurrection and theft. They had just barely gotten through the drive-thru line of the fast-food restaurant. She swallowed hard with a big swig of her soda and turned to her apprentice turned driver, Chrysos, "Well shit. Alright, let's drive there. You know the way to their HQ or nah?"

A short drive later - luckily they were nearby - they were pulling up at the now-evacuated office building.

Jewel stepped out and right up to the door, "Alright! Heroes are here. Whatcha need me for? Lead the way and I'll do my job."

Cam E. Leon

 

[Osuka]

Fay Fluorite
AKA: Celesteon
Location: Ruined Home

It was almost as if he could reach out and touch the man as he heard the familiar voice. Fay's Sight made every detail of the man's face forever etched into his memory; Every scar across his square and stubbled visage, each blackhead that clogged the Warlock Phoenix's nose, the count of every hair on his near-balding head, Fay knew better than his own self. The Little Wizard's eyes seared into the Pyromancer's as he listened close to each and every gravelly word that was spoken. He could smell and feel the breath of the man as he walked close enough to be within headbutting distance of the mirage, and with every syllable burned into his mind, Fay waited until the Sight dispersed, and all he could feel was the sensation of burning.

The encounter had lit a fire in Fay that coursed through his every vein and nerve, and with a grip tight enough on his staff to make the Fluorite stone quiver in its seat, he began to stomp off. The air around him visibly snapped and arced with pops of mana that threatened to bite at anyone who approached too closely. The air around him wavered, and the tinge of angry, radioactive blue wafted from his every pore as the energy around him jolted. Every ward that he could throw up around him was cast in layers. Every tracking spell he had in his arsenal was scrawled into the air with a flick of his finger. Every sense-heightening buff he could recall was being cast as if muscle memory without a single utterance. He'd contact Henry later. He would thank the other Mage who tended to the dispatched Warlock later. He would get a hold of Jewel later. He would deal with Xasura's friend later, and he would consider what he was going to do later - far after he's done it to Markus Filgrim, the "Warlock" whose men took so much from so many - from him.

When all of his tracking spells finally pinged a hard East, far enough that he suspected it to be past the crater, another spell - this one growled as a simple "Move," seethed past his lips and he was off quickly enough to cause a small boom of air behind him, but harsh enough to blow out the flames that threatened to engulf the area once more. For just a moment as he made his way at breakneck speeds in the direction of what he considered his first honest and conscious kill, he did consider contacting Jewel. She was experienced and she'd be more than happy to fight dirty. She knew how villains operated because she had been one. Jewel knew and wouldn't hesitate to do what she wanted and needed to do, but Phoenix was his.

The thought went to hell just like all the rest of the plans he had before. There wasn't any chance of just bringing in Markus alive anymore; with what he had said at the ruins, Phoenix had absolutely no intention of being thwarted and imprisoned, and Fay?

He had no plans to let the man keep breathing.

Deathkitten

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Aia
Location:Streets
Interaction: ichthys

Aia was sitting on the hood of a taxi, the driver cowering as she sat staring straight up. A big smile on her lips as she watched the butterfly. Her look grew rather curious as she heard someone call out to her. She froze for a moment as she slowly looked down and over to the man calling to her. Her tongue slipped out of her lips about an inch as she stared him down in curiosity. Was he calling her? Did she know him? Oh maybe he was a friend of her mom!

Slowly Aia climbed off the hood hands first. Her eyes locked on him as she slowly stood up to her hind legs and walked over to him. At about 5 feet away she stared to sniff at him curiously. With each slow step towards him came a few sniffs and some curious hissing. There was something different about him. She couldn’t tell what but definitely something different. She could tell he was friendly by the way he tried to talk to her. Of course she didn’t understand him nor was she really paying attention as she got close to him. Her face in chest from his now as she stared into his eyes. She was like that for a moment before she grabbed his cheeks. Moving his head curiously as she continued to sniff at him while moving his head to try and see what was different about him.​

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Natalie Brenton

Hearing Darren's teasing statement she nonchalantly reached out and cuffed him upside the back of the head. It wasn't malicious or even that hard, it was more akin to something you'd see in a comedy sketch or something a sibling might do to their younger half. Granted, she could have fucking decked him in the jaw, but that sent the wrong message. It wasn't about pain with him, it was with how the message was delivered. "That was an awful joke and you know it." Attention turning to Sarah she shrugged a bit, arms folding again. "I can have more fun by myseslf than a guy, or girl, could really ever give me on a date or in an 'intimate situation'. Plus, I do the whole celibacy thing...yea yea, cliche but eh, it works for me."

She leaned back in her chair, propping it up on it's two back legs, giving Jupiter a concerned glance. "Okay, I'm going to tell you why that's only happened once. Some guy back in London tried to hit on her after a job. Unfortunately, he liked women a little too much if you catch my drift. She sort of turned him into a pretzel, and told the police to search his house from top to bottom. She hasn't been hit on since...honestly, I'm not complaining." Attention darted to Darren again, and once again he was cuffed upside the back of the head. "Dork. You can talk however you want, so long as you talk to me. I like both ways you speak, so go with what makes you more comfortable. That's how you enjoy yourself, do what you feel is right." Reaching out to grab the remains of her sweetroll and finishing it. "Honestly, the meetings gone better than I figured it would."

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Velocity

A shiver ran through her body as a giggle tickled her ear, causing her head to snap in the direction of where it had come from. There was nothing there...just glowing footprints heading towards the ferris wheel. Ah great, they were stuck in a horror flick. Was Machina blonde? She wasn't stupid, that was obvious, but blondes always were one of the first to die. Right up there with the fat kid and the wise old black man. Starting after Machina as she made her tactical walk forward, she couldn't help but zip too and fro, darting back and forth a few feet ahead of them, and then a few feet back. "Get comfortable with slow? That's like saying get comfortable with no air! We're both uncomfortable at this point, we're stuck in a dang prime time chiller."

As they made their progress towards the ferris wheel, her mind was racing as quickly as it always did. The mist had snatched them into it, implying it was either sentient or controlled by something. It was cordoned off to the pier itself as well, so perhaps whatever this was had only a limited area of control. "Okay, so the good news is the hero's don't usually die in horror films. The bad news is it's a terrible time getting out of it. I propose we change the channel and put 'Friends' on. You agree?" Her head moved this way and that as she took note that everything just seemed..distorted, longer. "I hope time doesn't work differently here than the real world, that'd suck. You don't think this is Narnia rules, do you?" This music...god, it set her on edge. She could quip all day, it didn't make the situation any less unpleasant. "I say our first order of business be to find the radio and put something better on. Are you good with AC/DC or Queen? Maybe Sammy Hagar? If you don't agree to first order, we can bump it down to third order, but that's the lowest I'll go."

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Anomaly​

There was a rough crackle on Adam’s personal radio before they even had time to get to the hotel and park. A woman’s voice, someone from the office, sounded annoyed and a bit disgruntled with the situation at hand, “Detective Adam? Yeah... we got an anomaly on our hands. Eldritch of some variety. Sent officers screaming from the scene. Sounds like your sort of case. Sorry, but we need you to divert there if you can. Silver Sylvia can handle the hotel alone in your stead.”

She sighed, clicking a mouse button, “Right. So far, it looks like they’ve managed to get a description of sorts. Humanoid... quote, so many eyes, end quote. Interestingly has a broken shackle on one leg. They’re dressed in ratty clothes. Not sure who they are or why they’re there, but they’re causing problems.”

She paused again before continuing, “Smashed numerous windows, and is holding one civilian hostage. They seem extremely unstable, but no one can get close enough to figure out what they want.

Indeed, about seven miles south of them, there was a girl with a quivering form, shapeless tentacles for hair, clothes tattered and worn. She was grasping a man by the throat with her clawed hand, not suffocating, but holding him there in desperation. She was shaking, fearful despite everyone running from her, and on her ankle as said was a shackle with a broken length of chain. Her eyes, if you could call the purple ovals that, darted every which way as she remained perched on a half-wall.

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Detective Marshall

Raising an eyebrow as his radio crackled he listened intently, giving a soft 'hmm' in thought. Grabbing the radio and tuning in he replied. "Understood, I'll be dropping off Sylvia and heading that way. Sounds like my sort of thing, I'll be right over. Can I get a location?" After getting where he needed to go he dropped sylvia off at the hotel, giving her a quick kiss. "Call me if you need me, I'll be over in a flash." Giving her a small smile he watched her head into the hotel before diverting course. The drive was rather brief, the Red Hot Chili Peppers his only companion on the drive. He wasn't too worried about Sylvia, she was tough and a big girl, she'd get this wrapped up easily. Now he just had this to deal with. The Shelby came to a halt as he stepped out a brief ways away from the scene of the situation. Reaching into his trenchcoat he produced a pack of cigarettes and a silver zippo. Slipping one of the cigs into his mouth he put the pack away, lit it, and then put away the zippo. Taking a few puffs he started forward, hands at his side.

Looking at what he could make out of the figure a ways off, he was forced to agree this was his sort of situation. Staying a ways back so as to avoid aggravating the hostage situation he spoke up, cigarette refusing to drop out of his mouth. "Hello? This is Detective Marshall, with the LAPD. I'm going to have to ask you to release the man you have in your possession so we can talk." Despite people fleeing the scene in a panic, he was completely unbothered. He blew another puff of smoke, hands staying on display. "I'm not sure if you can talk, but if you can understand me, give me some confirmation."

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