Fantasy Superhero Times

[ManofManyRoles]

Death's Chill, A commandeered apartment
Yesterday had offered some insight, but not much. But there was still time to do her duties, and do them she would. There had been yet another missing soul, one of marked interest. The daughter of an Archdemon of lies and knowledge who had been dead for quite some time...simply was no longer dead. In the very same bedroom where Oriax sat in his chair and Dantalion slept, a simple and aged wooden door simply spawned into existence, before slowly creaking open. A pale as porcelain hand pushed the door forward, and out came the reaper. And with her came the cold, the room temperature taking a drastic plummet by ten degrees and yet another three before settling. Silently hovering into the room, the door came to a close behind her and disappeared. The empty cowl regarded Oriax, before the attention shifted to the sleeping demoness. "Oriax and Dantalion. I have questions you both must answer." Slowly hovering over to Dantalion she rested a hand on the small of the sleeping girls back...which had about the same effect as putting a bunch of ice cubes upon someones skin.

Deathkitten LostHaven​

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Going to get some cake and pay a visit

The smell of the city air, the sounds of cars and people walking by. It seemed so blissful. But he could see it, taste it on the tip of his tongue. The unease that washed over every person, concern in their eyes of what may yet come and what was yet unknown. The silent fear that whatever bogeymen lay in the closet and in the dark beneath their city may yet strike out and attack and fracture the fragile idea of 'peace' that humanity seemed to cling to so desperately. How...wonderful. Rounding a corner he looked over the bakery that lay before him, a hand going into his pocket. Cracking his neck left, and then right, he paused at the doors before stepping inside. His eyes scanned the interior before they landed on the young boy manning the front. Luckily he had gotten here early enough that there wasn't really a 'line' per say.

Approaching the front counter he rested a hand on the counter, giving Epherial a quick once over. "I'd like to place an order. And speak to your manager...and Seiva, of course." He glanced up at the menu, considering his options. "I'll also take a small coffee, black, while I wait."
Deathkitten Cam E. Leon

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Mary Moon/ Velocity

Another beautiful day to get going! She had to mute her radio on Sundays and hide it away, neither her nor Addison had classes on Sunday. And since that all had to remain super DUPER secret, it all got stowed away. Rolling out of bed she rubbed her eyes, taking a moment to collect some clothes for the day before making her way to the bathroom for a cold shower. Biologically, cold showers helped the human body...even if a hot shower was super tempting some mornings. Ah well, both had their pro's, she just preferred the pro's from this one! Cleaning up, drying off, and dressing, she made her way to her bedroom again to check her radio. A protest was going on...they needed people on staff...helloooo Sunday activity! Quickly getting dressed she did a few stretches before rushing out of the dorm as life came to a standstill. It only took half a minute for her to show up at the protest area as things were getting set, gently bouncing from one foot to the other. Alright, protest! Keep people safe, make sure it didn't get violent...ohh there was a little hot dog cart around here too that made the best dogs too!

Deathkitten

 

[Kameron Esters-]

AXIOM


The morning Sun rises over-head as Axiom sits in front of the grave of the dark paladin. He hadn't shut his eyes at all but despite that, he wasn't at all tired. He was looking at the gravestone that read "Here Lies a Protector" In neat Arial. The paladin died doing his job. Whether he believed he was doing right or not, Axiom would always respect those who died with conviction, even if he didn't agree. He hoped wherever the paladin's soul went, he'd fined peace.​

"Axiom. Come in."

Axiom sighs through his nostrils before pressing his ear piece "This is Axiom."

"What are you doing? You've been gone for 13 hours. Why didn't you contact us of the situation?"

"I thought you knew as there are military forces just surrounding the crater and the tunnel as we speak. Plus, I figured if you were interested enough, you would've called in yourself within those 13 hours of no communication." Axiom responds in a partially snarky tone

"...The chopper is on it's way...There's more that needs to be done."

"Alright, what's my next mission?"

"Simple. An anti-powers movement needs monitoring and we're sending you. Since you're people's person." All-see remarks slyly

Axiom narrows his eyes "Right...Over and out." Axio stands to his feet and places a hand on gravestone "Rest easy. You've earned it..." Axiom walks off as he awaits for his extraction
Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Tactician

Getting home had been annoying, honestly. The entire crater peremiter was on lockdown it seemed. He got 'home' easy enough, but just because he had didn't mean it was annoying. They'd have to do this game on and off each time he left it seemed...fantastic. They couldn't sit around and do nothing, he had a job to do...and by extension, so did Ada. Adjusting the vambrace on his arm as he stared at the news play across the screen he gave a soft hum. Looks like the banging around they had heard earlier was because the O.A was involved nearby. Great, just more noise he'd have to deal with. With any luck, everyone will be so concerned with the O.A that they'll keep their eyes there instead of on anything he did. He spoke up, his voice cycling thanks to his mask and filling the little hideout. "Kite, are you almost ready? We leave in five."

They were supposed to be doing a break and enter for Jewels home, three times. Because of that, he'd spent most of last evening to do research. Of course, that meant putting Seans bodyguards on hiatus, but some things just took priority.

Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

James

He wasn't sure how he pulled it off, but he eventually managed to fall asleep. It felt so strange, sleeping in a bed that wasn't his. He swore he'd never have to deal with this 'saving the world' thing again. Well, guess he had to break that oath. He blinked his eyes, opening his mouth in a yawn. His pillow felt smaller than it had when he went to bed. Finally getting his bearings, he took quick notice that his head was no longer on his pillow. They were on someones chest? Looking up to find none other than Sophia a small noise like a squeak escaped him. As he tried to disintangle himself he only found himself stuck. What was worse, he slept shirtless, which made this oh so awkward on him...well, more awkward he supposed. "Sophia....why are you in bed with me. And why are you holding me like a teddy bear." He wasn't sure he wanted answers to such questions, but not getting answers somehow seemed equally unnerving.

Cam E. Leon

 

[LostHaven]

Oriax

Apartment | "Goddammit, give me a rest."​

Oriax hadn't slept a wink that night - the 'armchair' was far from comfortable. Solidified shadow was not ideal for a chair - it was hard, rigid and cold as the depths of Cocytus. "Nothing new, I guess," he groaned to himself. He consoled himself by convincing himself that staying wake was necessary, that he's supposed to be keeping watch over the night anyways, but this level of security on Earth seemed like overkill, it wasn't as if some intruder would just waltz in from some sort of magical portal, and -

... there was an intruder waltzing in through a magical portal.

Jumping wide awake, the armchair dissipated, shifting and morphing into a new shape, that of two pitch-black blades, one held in each of Oriax's hand. He took on an offensive stance, ready to pounce by the time the door had swung open, but quickly lowered his posture upon laying eyes on the figure that had entered. It took much more than a fool to be unable to recognize the intruder on first glance - a deathly figure clad in eerie, black cloth, exuding the melancholy chill of death. "I don't recall inviting you, Reaper," Oriax called out. Though his stance was now relaxed somewhat, the blades did not leave his hands. Reapers usually weren't 'hostile', but that didn't translate to these lackeys of Death being anything near a good omen. And it didn't take a genius to deduce the Reaper's interest.

"Oi, hands off. Which creep just goes around touching sleeping girls? Let an exhausted kid rest, for fuck's sake," Oriax huffed in mild irritation. "Imagine if you were the one being molested by the Grim Reaper, have some consideration, will you? Whaddya want? You don't look like someone who'd need to hire a cleaner."
ManofManyRoles Deathkitten

 

[LostHaven]

Jeremiah Lloyd

War Hawker | "Oh, how will they use you? I simply can't wait to see!"​

"Four hundred and ninety-eight, four hundred and ninety-nine, and five hundred," Jeremiah practically sang to himself as he counted his new shipment of grenades. He took one more long delighted whiff before she slammed the container shut, and moved onto the next. He was practically racing with joy simply by laying eyes upon his new batch of merchandise - the orders came through without a hitch, hidden far, far away from the leering eyes of the dogs of the law. Practically all of these articles violated the hallowed Geneva Convention, after all. His favorite was the Type: GAWAIN mines. Despite their fancy name, they were really just fancy Bouncing Betty mines, a real 'nasty' piece of work, if one asked any sane human with any knowledge on the matter. "Simple-minded buffoons just cannot comprehend art," Jeremiah scoffed to himself as he finished his inspection on the final container and shut that one tight too.

After sorting through the newly-arrived explosives, 'rare' firearms, and his assortment of other 'miscellaneous' goods like napalm, Jeremiah finally turned to the last article of merchandise waiting to be placed on the shelf. This one was a particular handful. At first, it appeared to be nothing more than a decorative sword, probably easily dismissed as a trifling cosplay article due to its overly conspicuous design. He had obtained this one from a demon, who had sold it for the suspiciously laughable price of a mere one-hundred and seventy dollars. The arms dealer had bought it on a whim, but now that he reached for the blade, he could feel its sinister and unsettling pulse, almost as if the sword was alive.

"Yes. Come, take up the hilt, human."

Jeremiah paused, blinking several times. Did the blade just talk?

"What are you waiting for? Do you not desire slaughter? For massacre? Come, hurry and unsheath me, and all the world will be-"

"Curious. Appears as though the 'cursed sword' is genuine..." Jeremiah noted to himself, completely ignoring the ominous beckoning coming from the blade. Both gloved hands taking hold of the blade gently, Jeremiah walked the demonblade to the 'bladed armaments' pile and placed the blade on a free sword-rack mounted on the wall.

"Oi, hey, you, the white haired fuck, I'm talking to you DON'T JUST IGNORE ME!" The sword suddenly yelled at the top of its nonexistent lungs. The blade's cries garnered little attention from the merchant.

"Quiet down, will you? You'll set off an alarm if you yell that loud."

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"

"An arms dealer."

The sword let out some unintelligible noise that barely resembled a huff. "Bullshit, I know a kindred spirit when I see one," it exclaimed. This time, Jeremiah raised an eyebrow, interest somewhat peaked.

"Ho?"

"We're alike, you and I. We both wish for blood and pandemonium, yes?"

Jeremiah sighed. How cruel, to trample on his hopes on that. Here he was thinking something remotely intelligent would come out of the talking sword's (figurative) mouth. "Of course not, I don't care at all about the blood spillt. It is the raw emotion burning in the hearts that drive conflict - pride, wrath, madness, passion, will to survive - they come together with the drum of gunfire and the melody of clashing steel to produce that magnum opus - it is the greatest play, written by chaos, and the blood of men spilt is merely the ink. In any case, it is hardly worth explaining to you. It was nice conversing with you, sword. Now, be a dear, and sit quietly on that rack for me, until a client decides to purchase you, alright?" Ignoring the cries of anger from the blade, Jeremiah made it to the other end of his vast, underground warehouse and stepped inside the elevator, pressing the button for the ground floor.

Meanwhile, Zael'teph had finally ceased his futile struggle. "Fuck my life, and fuck you especially, Oriax," he huffed as he resigned to his fate as a wall decoration. "Looks like I'll be here for a while..."

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Arenike

At the LA port. On an old outdated freighter, parked to the side of the docks. Two men climbed aboard. One young and one an old seadog." So this is the boat left in grandads will?" a young man named John asked the old seadog George. "yeah. Your grandfather... Captain said you could have when ya came twenty one. Shame he died a year after your birth." the two began looking around the ship. It was a bit in disrepair. But nothing to bad. Finally. "hey.... Whats this storage crate for?" John asked. It was covered in locks. "that? ....Never found out. All the keys are on the ring. But one day. after Captain had sustained a bad Injury at sea and he docked. We docked at a port in Alaska. To which he returned laughing and looking healthier then I ever seen him. A young lady paler then the snow along with him. Saying she is the guest of honor. She could handle liquor better then all of us. And the next day. The locks on this crate appeared. Captain told us we are forbidden from opening it unless we hear noises and three knocks." George explained. As he did. John was unlocking the locks. "well. its been 20 years. surely whatever is in here is dead or something. lets see." George sighed and helped him. To which they opened the door. Light creeping in. A figure rising from a bed deep inside the crate. ITs body atrophied and looking skinnier then starved beasts. In the darkness. its eyes glowed a crimson red. "Blooood...." is all the heard from a dry weak groan. Before the figure dashed at them stumbling some. George quickly slamming the door shut in the creatures face and holding it close. John locking it again. They could hear weak banging and nails scratching against the inside of the crate. "...was that a..." John asked George simply nodding. "aye." John was about to say something. But George stopped him. "Just call a hero. I aint dealing with a fucking vampire blood starved." George tossed John the keys and began to walk away shaking his head mumbling that the captain was an idiot. John shakily took his phone out. and began calling The hero hotline.

 

[Deathkitten]

Kite​

"Yessir!" Kite shouted from another room, doing a little hop as she pulled her boot in place. Her voice was changed as well, as though it had an oriental accent, but nondescript enough that the origin of the accent would be muddled. At the least, she certainly didn't sound like herself. She was brimming with excitement, her smile practically visible through the mask. She couldn't stop fidgeting. The strange outfit she wore, like a modified kimono, was actually for a purpose. For one, it obscured, with the voice changing, her ethnicity. For two, the draping of the fabric served to mask her movements, especially when used in tandem with her abilities. So while they could get in the way a little, it was a handy handicap for her at her current skill level.

She hopped up to her dad, "Ready! So excited. I hope I'll do well. I'll try my best."

Jewel was waiting for them outside the compound that made up the house, outside of prying eyes as well. She had a bit more information to give them. "Right," she started, looking at the two of them with their costumes with a bit of internal amusement, "Head of household and myself know this is happening. No one else does. The head had to so that you guys wouldn't actually end up in real danger. Kinda important, after all. Plus the old man would be pissed at me if I did this and he didn't know about it. He signed off on it, though. You haven't gotten much warning for this job, and considering anyone bold enough to break into our house would take weeks if not months to research patterns... I want to bring you up to speed on at least who's home."

"Oscar, my husband, is home. He's S-class. Right now there are six other S-Class heroes at home, ten A-Class, twelve B-Class, thirteen C-Class, and a good number of kids that are apprentices or otherwise. It's a big house, a lot of smaller interconnected houses, really. It's why we call it a compound of sorts. It's probably not gonna be easy to get in and out. We just put in a new system for security, and I don't trust it. I wanna make sure it's set correctly and crap. Especially with Caesar back and all the crazy going on... we gotta be more careful."

ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Tactician

It wasn't necessarily difficult to get past the perimeter around the crater, annoying was the correct term honestly. Annoying was always a good term for this. Driving in a nice little nondescript black range rover with deeply tinted windows, he somehow managed to blend in with the flow of traffic more or less. Arriving at the meeting spot outside the compound and stepping out of the car he moved to meet jewel, the skull-like helmet he wore the only 'face' he offered for her. Listening to her rattle off information he nodded, speaking up once she was done. "Noted. Worry about it being easy or not when I'm done. I know the rules, no killing anyone and limit property damage. But I'm within my rights to knock someone out as needed to advance the mission. I'll just make sure you don't get saddled with them being stuck in bed for a couple days." He folded his arms across his chest, studying her. "You have a nice security system. It's not infallible though. I'll show you just exactly how I mean by the time I'm done. You'll excuse me for taking the liberty of doing my own research, you did hire me for this after all." He adjusted one of the vambraces on his wrist, the deadly neurotoxin he usually used swapped for an altered agent which simply knocked someone out into a deep slumber...for several hours and just took a few moments to hit the bodies systems.

"You know, ultimately you make a larger target for yourselves by grouping together like this, professional opinion. All it would take is one nice crater and a good portion of your cities hero population takes a massive plummet. Though I'm sure you've already accounted for that...right?" He was saying things mostly just to unnerve at this point and just to talk. He was hired to test security systems and see how they held up, scaring the owner and making them see the mistake with their housing situation went in the same boat. "If that's all, Kite and I are going to get to work."

Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Corvus, Docked Ship

Another rainy day, but not stormy at least. Anthony had been oh so kind as to host her while she was in the city, to no one's surprise. He was such a good friend to have, and since she was in his home she could apply treatment as necessary. She had actually been on a stroll through the city when a call came across from the hotline. Now that she had registered into the system and started her contractual service, she got such alerts. They had figured she was the closest to the problem and she should be redirected immediately. Gentle footfalls led her to a docked ship, to which she took the liberty of boarding. A locked cargo container was her concern then? It wasn't terribly hard to find, and so she approached it quite calmly. There was supposedly a vampire inside who was quite starved. Whether they proved to be an actual threat or simply a patient in need of treating remained to be seen. Setting her medical bag down a few feet away she stepped forward, her hand resting atop her cane. "I'm coming in now, if you can hear me." Giving the cane's top a quick twist the cane itself dropped to the ground with a soft clatter, a sword unsheathed from it. Could never be too careful, yes? Reaching out she calmly pulled the door open, peering inside.

Cam E. Leon

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Gun shopping, hell yea!

It was raining today, did it ever stop raining in L.A? Probably, he didn't mind though. If he got bloody he could just jump into a big puddle and he was good as new! He was in a good mood, had a nice cozy bed at a nearby motel six for his stay in the city, it even came with a roach the size of his head. He had decided the roaches name was Raul. He sounds german, don't judge. He got more than a few stares as he walked through the streets. It was like people had never seen someone in costume before. Christ, they saw freaks in costumes every waking hour of their life, how was HE different? Maybe it was the fact he looked like he was ready to take down a small militia. That or they noticed he smelled like he had just went dumpster diving in a KFC dumpster. I had, and I found forty bucks, BITE me.

Pushing open a shop door he spread his arms wide, smiling behind his mask. "Jeremiah! My man, my buddy, the sour cream to my taco! How's my favorite person who sells guns in L.A doing!?" Subtlety, thine name was Wildcard. "I got paaaaid! Which means it's time for a shopping spree!" He quickly made his way to the counter, resting his arms on it. "Tell me you got something new and shiny. Or old and efficient. But not old and shiny, I'm bored of that." His gaze wandered over the walls of weapons, humming softly like a child deciding what candy bar he'd spend his allowance on. "Do you actually have an Astra 900 in now that I think about it? I think it'd look real good in my hotel room, right above the minifridge. Oh right, I also need like six boxes of 7.62×51mm NATO." Despite being incurably insane and a motormouth who was outright annoying, the merc was a frequent buyer of Jeremiahs wears, and his money was always good. Provided someone didn't shoot themselves before he completed his purchase.

LostHaven

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Arenike

As the light peered into the Storage crate. a hissing was heard. From the side of the room. Stood the frail atrophied vampire. Her eyes darting about corvus. "blooood" the husk of the vampire weakly begged walking towards corvus nearly collapsing just from walking. She could hear the sounds of muscles tearing from over exertion. But the vampires natural healing was replacing the torn muscles quite fast even in her weakened state. In a sudden burst of speed she grabbed corvus biting down onto her arm. Corvus could feel the sharp teeth of the vampire digging into her clothes and pushing agaisnt her flesh. And yet. There was no pain. A sense of restoration would emanate from the attack and heal her body. "Y-you okay lady?!" The man who called the hero hotline. John asked as he had a crowbar prepared to strike the vampire.

ManofManyRoles

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Sophia

Sophia gently loosened her grip of james as he had awakened. "Good morning Master James. It is currently 8:03 Am Pacific standard time. The weather outside is precipitation With average temperature fluctuating around 74 degrees Fahrenheit. To answer your question. As we are in a dangerous world. I deemed it fit to take the liberty to protect your defenseless sleeping form the most effective way. By being next to you at all times throughout the night. wrapping you as close to me as possible. This was also the optimal way to maintain the recommended human body temperature. Are there any other questions you would like answered Master? " sophia answered calmly. And she had told the truth. Everything she said had been corrected. Only slightly skewed in her favor. She could have easily protected James even if she was in another room. But this was the most convenient for her personal......desires? As the humans call it. Sophia had taken the liberty of manipulating her broken doll vessel like a puppet on strings. This was quite terrifying for anyone not use to Sophias habits. after all. A levitating shattered doll brewing a fresh cup of James favorite coffee while being pulled around by black gooey strings? wasn't the best thing to look at first in the morning. "I have taken the liberty of preparing Your morning coffee. I brought some kitchen utensils from grimoire into the common room until you or vice acquire the funds or power to furnish it completely."

ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

Dantalion​

Dantalion let out a little whimper of surprise as she was roused by her slumber by Oriax's shouting voice and the hovering reaper above her. Once the realization donned on her of what the woman was, she relaxed a little, though she was still very much afraid. "You're not here to try to recollect me, I hope," she muttered, pushing herself upright, eyes still on her, "I'll have to politely decline should that be the case. After all, I've yet to find my father. Ahh, but I'm not the first you've visited? Collecting information, perhaps?"

She looked to Oriax, "It's faded and hard to pick out locations from or the sort, but this reaper knight has seen not one but two raised demons in Los Angeles. One of which was a demon lord of some sort. Both women, though my ability is still not good enough for me to be able to tell who it was. Beautiful wings, though. Like a colorful bug. Odd. Right. Anyway, I'd not like to waste your time, reaper. Be it as it may, I do not recall much of the escapades that led to me being naked on a street in the rain. Should you be able to help me find my father, however... he would be able to tell, regardless of the fact I do not remember for myself. He is strong like that. Capable with his powers in ways I could only hope to achieve with thrice my age's worth of work. In this, both of us would be helped in our endeavors. Might we make a deal on these grounds or similar?"

ManofManyRoles LostHaven

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Corvus

If corvus had perhaps seen less in her life, the sight before her may have bothered her. Heard things worse than muscles tearing, perhaps she would be concerned. The vampire was obviously overly malnourished, to an extreme degree. She was getting sloppy though, she'd gotten bit. Well...maybe bit was the wrong term? She could tell she had punctured her attire, but she didn't feel the pierce into her skin. Rather, she felt somewhat rejuvenated and better than she had started the day. "Quite interesting. Oh? Yes yes, I'm fine. Worse has transpired to me before, I shall survive. You poor dear, starved beyond belief. One moment. Please, be patient."

Dislodging the vampire was perhaps the easiest thing she had done that day. Carefully she pulled a glove from her hand and stowed it beneath her arm, revealing her all too fair skin. Raising her hand up she raised her sword as well, before carefully slicing open her palm. It didn't really hurt, adjust the pain receptors in that portion of her hand to be numbed and it was fine. Offering the bleeding wound to the vampire she gave a nod, white crow mask studying her. "Here, feed a bit. Don't worry, I'll be fine." If she started to feel drained she'd simply adjust her body's blood production to account for the situation. Biological manipulation, when one had such a fine control over it, did have its perks. "Could I perchance get your name?"

Cam E. Leon

 

[ManofManyRoles]

James

A soft noise of concern escaped him as he was still stuck in Sophia's embrace, but at least she loosened enough so his head wasn't on her chest. "I see...thank you then...I think." He felt like there was bias SOMEWHERE in what he had just been told, but it was too early to think about it. "I need to get my shirt and we need to leave the grimoire. I'm supposed to do this helping the world thing again, right?" He jumped a bit as something could be heard beside the bed. In truth, it was a hero radio that had somehow gotten there in the middle of his slumber. Why did he feel like his mysterious 'benefactor' was the cause for that? A lot was going on, something about a cruise ship hijacking though? Thyris could probably help with that, right? Glancing at the Sophia doll offering him coffee he carefully took it and took a sip of it. Just like how he enjoyed it, he shouldn't be surprised.

"Sophia, I need to get out of bed, take a shower somewhere, get dressed and I guess help a cruise ship in trouble?...Do you have a shower in your grimoire maybe?" He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand before taking another sip of coffee, slowly finishing it. "I have no clue how today is going to go. But I know I have to save time in the evening to get to work on the grimoires."

Cam E. Leon

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Death's Chill
She glanced in the direction of Oriax, cowl tilting a bit in question. "I need no invitation Oriax. If I did, my duties would never be performed." As Dantalion started to wake up she hovered back a bit, scythe being held behind her back in a lax position. "She may rest when I have finished my duties. Time is a luxury none can be afforded." At Dantalions question the cowl slowly shook in a 'no', cool voice filling the air once again. "If only it were so simple as to decline. I am not here to collect you, that is not my concern. I am collecting information, as you have assertained. Death is displeased by the loss of souls, I have been sent to understand where they have gone." She paused, considering the offer before her. It would take time from her schedule and she had yet another to visit...however, Raum had never died, and if he was in the city his aid could be of use. "We have an agreement. Your fathers aid could be useful." Her cowl moved to face Oriax, voice still cool and soft. "Oriax, do you still have a contract or deal with Raum? If you do...I believe between me and Dantalion we could ascertain his whereabouts."

Deathkitten LostHaven​

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Chrysos

Chrysos Gently was humming as he stood in an alley of a warehouse district. Gently walking Over the collapse bodies of men in suits. "If I die. In this world. Who will know, Something of me? I am lost. No one knows, there's no trace, of my yearning" HE sang calmly while pulling the trigger of one his revolvers. The bullet flying out going straight into the head of a injured man reaching for a gun. "But I must, Carry on, Nothing worse, Can befall. All my fears, All my tears. Tell my heart, theres a hole." he began the second verse as he threw knife into the back of the neck of a man crawling away. As he was about to Begin the third verse a bullet whizzed past his head. Gently inhaling. He turned around. "Ya know? I was really in the groove? Like. Its bad enough for men are this pathetic. But really. Come on. Weapons deal at 5 in the morning. It took me like....3 Hours to kill all of you idiots without Sounding any alarms or alerting police. DO you know how long its gonna take for me to gather the revolvers I dropped." Frowning He began walking to the man behind the fired bullet. A aged man in a suit. possibly in his fifties. "I wonder if I get bonus points if I report this to the hero places later. Ehhh some dude with a stick up his ass would probably complaing about all the murder. Oh well. Ill find someway to get rid of ya. After all. Whos gonna care about the dissapearance of some fourth bit gang trying to buy cheap illegal weapons?" without continuing his sentence. He pulled the trigger. Executing the leader. In just a night. Nearly half of the Small Igno Gang had been massacred along with a group of arms sellers. "man..... MY clothes are all bloody. ...Maybe i Should go home and get a shower. Dont want to show up to a call From Ms. Jewel looking like this." He sighed to himself as he pulled out a Pda. Typing in a self report. Honestly. a waste of time. Chrysos had decided to do a lot of rumor searching about La before he came here for his hero job. And one strange thing he noticed. Was rumors of Mid to low tier two bit criminals were disappearing. Even the cops signed off the cases as in fighting between villians. But... this many two bits dead and not one idiot claiming they were the ones responsible. Something didn't feel right. So he had tried tracking down the gang one of the missing people was from. But... As expected. Such a pathetic gang didn't know shit. Chrysos wasn't even surprised. Probably only some dedicated detectives or ally of justice heroes would investigate this shit. Nobody has time to care about missing 2 bits. After all. They are just small time criminals.

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Epherial was managing the counter, while still in pain I might add, As Ruru yawned walking out in her human form. Sitting up on her little stage pulling the guitar into her lap. And jsut strumming it to get into the mood. As epherial began to prepare some more items. His eyes focused on the man entering. "welcome to Devils tale bakery. Where the only true sin. Is gluttony!" He chimed. Before he listed to the mans request. His eyes sharpening as he heard the name Seiva. "I will ask for our manager. But im not sure if ive heard the name seiva before" He tapped the counter twice as he walked into the back. Rurus tired look gone as she began searching behind her guitar. "wheres my pick" She mumbled. As secretly. She had retrieved Her Gun from under her skirt. In only a matter of minutes Shard strode out In his human form. One could almost hear a swoon or two from the gossiping ladies in the background of the cafe. "hmph..... I can smell the stench of arrogance and pride from inside. I can see you have only gotten worse then the last time we briefly met. Azroch, Come to kick orphaned puppies? Or pop children's balloons? It seems like someone of your dispositions past time. " Shards poisonous tounge was on full strength. Showing no mercy or even pretending kindness to the man infront of him. Shard could tell. This was by far one of the most annoying Demon lords he had the displeasure of knowing about. Azroch, a scum who enjoys causing strife and chaos. And one who dines on seeing the agony and desperation in others eyes.

Deathkitten ManofManyRoles

 

[LostHaven]

Jeremiah LloydWar Hawker | "What does the madman seek today?"​

It had barely been ten minutes since Jeremiah had returned to the (literal) store-front that a familiar face walked in, yelling obnoxiously. "Ah, Draw-Four-Card. Good to see you," Jeremiah answered as the mercenary leaned onto the counter. Of course, Jeremiah knew full well the guy's alias was 'Wildcard', but the arms dealer secretly found the clinically insane gunman rather annoying, and thus it became a habit to call the client every card but Wildcard. It was Jeremiah's way of taking a subtle poke or two, hidden under the guise of a little joke.

"Six boxes, was it?" Jeremiah replied, smiling as he ducked under the counter and came back up with several boxes of ammo, each box far larger than what any sane shopkeeper would be willing to sell. It was a wonder how he even managed to make a profit, selling ammo and firearms at about three-fourths of what other stores would be willing to charge. "As for that, Astra-900, to the back with me, if you would," he added, pointing to the 'staff only' door behind the counter. It was a familiar routine - behind the staff only door was what appeared to be a normal break room, but after waving a keycard over a scanner build behind a section of the wall, the seamless walls at the back of the room would part to reveal a hidden elevator, which Jeremiah stepped inside. There were only two buttons on the elevator: one for ground floor, and the second for the enormous, underground warehouse.

The elevator descended for a considerable amount of time, suggesting that the warehouse was quite deep underground. Their arrival at the destination was indicated by a sharp ring from the elevator, and when the metal doors parted, Wildcard would be greeted with a paradise of armaments; crates were stacked high, and there was exotic-looking weaponry as far as the eye can see. "You're timing was quite impeccable, I'd say. New shipment arrived this morning. I've just got my hands on 500 top-end EMP grenades, if you're interested," Jeremiah said, nose twitching slightly from the rancid stench of bad KFC. "There's also an old mech stowed at the very back, but that thing's broken down and only good for parts, I reckon. Would you like for me to show you new wares since your last visitx or would you like to browse at your own leisure?"

ManofManyRoles

 

[LostHaven]

Oriax

Apartment | "Hah, contract my ass."​

"Lol, preach the value of time to somebody who isn't eternal," Oriax retorted to the Reaper. Though his tone was light, his hands were still rather tense, grasping his blades. Though most suspicions were cleared from his mind, the reaper confirmed that the girl was indeed Dantalion, which just made Oriax a little bit more obligated to keep her alive, even if Death wanted her back. Oriax let out an ever so tiny sigh of relief following the Reaper's declaration that she was not here to drag Dantalion back to Death's fatal embrace. It took a load off his shoulders to know that he wouldn't have to fight a reaper. In his current state, there was practically no way he'd be able to kill what's already dead. "I regret selling the damn sword right now..." Oriax thought to himself with mixed emotions. He was glad he didn't need to listen to the egotistical dipshit of a sword for once, but a magical, all-devouring saber had its uses.

The twin blades in his hand dissipated, and Oriax's fingers relaxed. It seemed as though the birdface's brat had come to some sort of agreement of mutual benefit with the reaper. An irritated groan escaped his throat, however, at the mention of a contract. "Yeah, I do, but some shitty contract it is," Oriax grumbled, arms crossed with a look of irritation on his face. "For as long as Oriax remains under the service of the Demon Lord of Lies, he shall receive monthly a payment of three-hundred thousand hellstone coins without fail - and should these terms be breached, then let the violator's heart turn to stone." Oriax recited the terms of the contract with a hint of venom in his voice. "Motherfucker got me good, 'for as long as Oriax remains under the service of the Demon Lord of Lies'. He ain't the Lord of Lies anymore, and I haven't received a single coin for like five-thousand years. By the way, the day Belial laid the manor to dust, was literally a day before payday. Fucking bullshit. I don't even know why I'm bothering with the brat of a former master." With a huff, Oriax ended his little rant and looked over to the Reaper, then at Dantalion, and then back to the Reaper. "So, there you have it. I don't know if the contract is still in effect, or if it was annulled when Raum lost his title. By the way, how do you plan to find a demon with just some contract? You know her shitty dad has less presence than a worthless imp?"
Deathkitten ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

The Protest​

It was always a little awkward providing support to a protest that wanted you gone... or... wanted you to be under express control of the government and unable to have children unless given permission, like a piece of property for the sake of national security. Elementa was here as well, watching over the beginnings of an early morning protest of the anti-powered group. She was sitting on the edge of a building as she looked over the mass of people, thinking about how stupid her job was sometimes. But alas, even idiots needed protecting. It was her job, and it was their right to free speech. She noted when Axiom and Velocity arrived, though to be honest, she didn't really know the speedster's moniker. She was new to the scene, as far as Elementa had heard. Axiom on the other hand was military, and she had pretty much all of those heroes memorized.

The speedster looked tiny, even more so from up on top of a building. It was an odd thought, looking back at those times... when no one knew who you were or what you stood for. When she happened to look in her direction, Elementa motioned for her to come here and join her. She wanted to talk to the fresh blood. Elementa's own face was a household one. Top hero in the states, one of the top in the world. Everyone knew her, a lot of people wanted to be her, and she was... honestly just interested in doing her job. She had a great media presence, but that was due to her team doing their job well on that front. Plus she put in the time to have meetings and talks and all that crap... usually at the cost of sleep or food.

At the moment she was here because of the increased OA threat. Last time, they targeted a protest, so that meant this was high risk right now. Couple that with the fact she had just gotten back from a trip, and bam. She had a job to do.

As boring as it was right now... and demeaning... sigh.

The people below were mostly fine citizens, concerned about their safety in an ever-changing world. Some, though... the louder ones... were religious zealots that most churches and the pope even decry, but that believe powered people were satan spawn. Of course, "proven" by their willingness to work with demons. Just ignore the fact that she had worked with angels almost as often... but whatever. Their signs of "Go to HELL" or "God hates Powereds" or whatever else dotted the crowd... it hurt. Even after years of doing this, it hurt. As the day wound on, there would probably be fewer of those sorts of people. Most normal people don't want to protest first thing in the morning unless they're really zealous, after all. But for now? She was stuck protecting this lot.

"What's your alias?" she asked, not even looking at the kid, eyes still scouring the crowd, "You kinda looked like a kid from that far off. What class hero are you? I'm Elementa, S-Class... though I probably didn't need to bother saying that. I just wanted to meet you and have a chance to say, don't let them get you down. Hopefully, this stays a calm protest, but those people with mean signs... just remember even as you're looking at them that they're not the majority. When I was just starting out, I hated going to protests like this. It's exhausting in a much different way than beating up a bad guy is."

She stood, stepping off the building into the air, where small disks of stone supported her thanks to her powers. She walked to the next building, following the slow movements of the crowd. Nothing interesting was going on. It was still so far a small group of around fifty individuals, the early-morning sort, but it'd grow over time. It always did. She couldn't fathom why so many people disliked powered people... but, a lack of control was a scary thing, she supposed.

"Axiom?" she said, finger going to her ear and pressing a button on comms, "Can you help direct traffic away from here? It's gonna make a mess otherwise." A few cars were starting to pile up behind the protest, getting impatient and honking. They didn't need this getting stupid. They needed to be redirected. "Velocity, can you do your speedster thing and help police set up barriers ahead more quickly? Funnel the protest away from residential areas with barriers, if you can. Most often they'll follow the path of least resistance. Plus having barriers set up makes them feel like they're having the red carpet rolled out for them. Hopefully, when we hit those barriers, they'll stick to the path we laid out so no one ends up with a protest in their front lawn."

ManofManyRoles Kameron Esters-

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Draw four card, that's actually pretty clever! I should break his wrist for that one.

Wildcard didn't seem bothered by the misnaming, in all honesty. The hatred in my heart burns greater than a thousand suns. As the six boxes were offered up to him he clapped once, leaning into his hands that rested on each other like a school girl swooning in a cartoon. "Beautiful! I'd almost run dry. And then a gun is no more than a club. Then again...there was this one time that I DID bludgeon this one guy's kneecaps with my gun, and it actually worked alright! Say, you think we could put a chainsaw on a gun? You know, like cogs of war?" Stacking the boxes of ammo on top of each other in a comical fashion he started after Jeremiah, the boxes teetering too and fro.

Stepping inside the elevator he stood beside Jeremiah, silent for a record-breaking minute. He slowly leaned over to Jeremiah, voice hushed like he was telling a secret. "So, what do I have to do to get an actual Astra 900? I honestly think it'd look neat over my minifridge. Maybe do like they used to do with old world war two pistol grips and put an actual uno wildcard in the stock? Ohhh or maybe multiple kinds of wildcards! Get it, because of my name?" As they reached the basement sub-level Wildcard bent down to set his ammo boxes down, wandering into the open room and letting out a squeal, like a child seeing their favorite superhero in person. "Oh it's so beautiful! God DAMN is it possible to fall in love twice? Wait, can you fall in love with a gun? Fuck it, I'm in love with guns!" Looking over his shoulder towards Jeremiah he grinned behind his mask. "To hell with it, I'll take five! One for every day of the week! Except for the weekend, because that's for R&R! Show me around, show me around! Don't make me beeeg! I'll do it though. I'll get on my hands and knees and beg if you're into that. Do I get a discount for that?"
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