Fantasy Superhero Times

[ManofManyRoles]

Wildcard
Does it make you feel better if I tell you this?

"No but that's the glory of it! No one would ask to think ask for gum, because it's a gun shop! It'd let you know who actually knows the passcode, right? And c'mon! I'm not going to start murdering in the streets! I've only done that...wait, do we count foreign moments or only the ones in the states? Because if it's the latter, only three times!" Wildcard was preparing to leave the staff room when Zim started chatting again, causing him to freeze up. "I know how you work! I swing you, things die! So it IS possible then? Nice! Also y'know like...I regenerate everything super fast. If I have mana, it'll probably come back as soon as I use it, so you're good." Zim then made a very fatal mistake, one that could jeaprodize the entire partnership. Drawing the blade he held it in front of him, glaring at it from behind his mask.

"Listen here you piece of fancy scrap metal, you glorified people opener! Death is not a whore! She is a lady and she is perfect in every way! She is gentle and caring but with just the right amount of rough to her! She's smart and witty, and if you call her a whore again I will personally find a way to break you, and scatter you all over the globe, and then sell a couple parts to Elon Musk so he can shove you into one of his god damn rockets and we can shoot you off into the sun! Don't disrespect my lady, capeesh!?" Giving his impassioned threat that was very real considering how unhinged he was he swapped back to his usual mood as things continued. "So your wounds don't heal right? So if I stabbed myself with you, do you think I'd heal, or no? Because I can regenerate from a blood drop! It's just...super boring. And long. And annoying. And it's okay if you hate me, you can't do anything about it! We're going to be good friends Zim! We gucci!"

Pausing for a moment he stored away all the magazines from the boxes he had purchased, fully kitted out with enough ammunition to fight a small military. Happily waltzing out of the store he looked around, giving a soft hum. "Alright Zim, what do you know about mercenary work?"

LostHaven

 

[Kameron Esters-]

AXIOM

Axiom was caught off guard by the disappearance of the knife and seeing Velocity jumping around him as she tries bandage his head. Axiom smiles an catches her mid-descent, letting her sit on his forearm to spare here legs from all the jumping and to have a better time at bandaging him. Even though he was a quick healer, he was never one to turn down a genuine gesture of kindness. "Thank you, Velocity, for your aid. But I'd rather deal with this situation myself, if you and Elementa wouldn't mind that is. Besides, you two can cover ground faster than I can, especially you."
Deathkitten ManofManyRoles ​

 

[LostHaven]

Raum

Hotel Room | "My word is my bond."​

"The violator's heart shall freeze? Very well, let it be done - they who breaches this oath shall see their heart frozen solid." Raum replied with a slight grin. A cliched punishment - it was always something to do with the violator's heart, or just instantaneous death. It had been far too long since Raum had witnessed any 'creative' repercussions, but it wasn't as if he could blame the reaper. 'Freezing of the violator's heart' was effective, when the violator in question was alive. Raum doubted whether such a punishment would even cause the reaper-knight to waver, but he was the one who allowed Melita to dictate the penalty. Besides, any attempt to deceive the archdemon was null and void anyway. To conclude the contract, a curse was inscribed into the circle, and finally, with Melita's mana, the circle lit to life in a brilliant azure, before fading into shimmering particles of mana that drifted toward Raum and Melita, settling on the back of their hands respectively. A miniature version of the contract manifested, glowing on the back of their hands before disappearing in its entirety. "It is done," Raum informed Melita.

He listened closely to the reaper read out the formula to making the fabled orichalcum, though it was no less strange hearing it come out of Melita's own mouth. Many ingredients to the alloy were generally not something one would expect to be put into metal, but Raum could confirm the authenticity of Melita's words. "I see. I can't imagine how the wine would aid in producing a metal alloy, but I won't pry further. It is my turn to fulfill my end of this bond, after all. Thus, listen closely; the Occard Alliance seeks to resurrect departed souls as a means to gather large amounts of energies in their schemes. Normally, it would be impossible to revive souls departed for millennia, but they've achieved perfect resurrection of these souls through a combination of magic that meddles with time, as well as extremely powerful healing magic. It seems that by causing rifts in time, they can generate a huge volume of energy, though I cannot discern their intent in doing so. It's quite the burden to undergo this process, but I suppose the payout is worth the trouble. While I do question the necessity of also resurrecting these souls, I suppose we should both be thankful they aren't using them to create death-bound thralls or horrid abominations of that type. One more point to note - while I do not know the alias of the specific individual responsible for the resurrections, I do have a vague description; five-foot-seven, dark golden eyes, brown hair growing just past the ears, and a rather youthful appearance for a despicable villain shattering the natural cycle and stealing from Death herself. Unfortunately, that is all the knowledge I can unravel given the limited 'resources'. Asking me to squeeze out any more information would be like asking a chef to bake a cake without flour. That being said, I may be able to uncover more given more resurrected 'victims', and if I am able to catch but a glimpse of the perpetrator in question, I may be able to unravel the plot in its entirety. Though, I do believe it is safe to assume the Alliance has likely taken precautions for that - unless the souls were chosen at random, I can't imagine the O.A. meddling with the soul of the daughter of a demon of secrets, and not foresee me poking my beak into their affairs."

ManofManyRoles Deathkitten

 

[Stricken Steel]

Project Nexus

I climbed out of the half-destroyed Police Cruiser and looked at the magical doorway after all of Ashimars' bones scattered around. It's either the doorway or the choice to run at least up to 55 MPH, Which in fact, Is very fast compared to the Average human's speed. After seeing what this pain in the ass could do, I decided that the magical doorway and the ghost voice was the best bet.
I picked up my rifle and attached it to my back. "Everyone! Through the...Portal thing!" I shouted as I ran towards the doorway that had somehow ripped open space and time to form a giant doorway of some sort. Seemingly, When I walked through, I had blacked out as a person and or machine alike cannot see the Fourth Dimension.

(I voted for Father Grigoris' House. This is Father Grigori.)

 

[Deathkitten]

Protest​

Protesters, unfortunately not as quick to pick up on the madness as the trained heroes, didn't exactly see what just happened... aside from a few that were closest to the attacker, that was. All most saw as they turned to face Axiom and Velocity, was a hero grabbing hold of a civilian. Elementa groaned, knowing what came next. Cries from the crowd and shouts of "let him go" or other similar silly ideas sprang forth. All they saw was a non-powered civilian grabbed by a powered hero. Right now, the particulars didn't matter, and mob-mentality was sure to set in.

Luckily, Axiom's intimidating display didn't get seen by many, and the swift action of Velocity that had made things a tiny bit worse made them better as well. If he still had the knife that'd be bad... but at least people would have seen him with a weapon.

Elementa let out a soft sigh, alerting police officers down the line that things might get a little messy and to hold tight. She didn't want anyone getting hurt, especially the police that were just doing their job. Velocity and Axiom were getting crowded by angry people down below as she worked on the radio from up above. She wasn't quick like the speedster girl, so the best thing for her to do would be to act as an organizer.

"Axiom," she started... damn it, he was so big and imposing. Almost anything he did would seem like a threat. "Axiom let Velocity try to calm people. Be gentle with the perp, don't make any quick movements, but still put him in cuffs. Velocity is small and female and cute, so she's not as intimidating. Once you have him in cuffs, Axiom, we'll hand him over to the nearest police. Since the perp is non-powered, we don't want the protesters thinking we've overreacted."

ManofManyRoles Kameron Esters-

 

[Deathkitten]

Daoloth​

"She understands but is only a young child. She is easily swayed," it said, not bothering to answer any more questions about James, as he would no doubt find out whenever they met, "Dunnie is less interested in the eldritch than M&M, despite her nature, which seems odd. Nyarlathotep will no-doubt want to use Dunnie for his own means once they are more introduced. She has the potential to be quite powerful, especially if she can get rid of her human emotions and thought process. You will try for the opposite."

"Brethren is a term I use only to simplify things for you," it stated simply, lengths of its shapes reaching out and scraping at the lines as though it was testing them, "Life, the concept, yes. I cannot force communication. There are a number of ways you might chat with her. Die and speak with Death, to then speak with Life. Speak with War in this city, to then speak with Life. Speak with Chutes, who can then get you in contact with whomever. Speak with-"

This listing of options continued, getting less and less useful with every iteration, to the point of the absurd.

After a few more minutes of this, M&M gave a cute little knock on the door to the tune "shave and a haircut, two bits" that pretty much everyone knew but didn't know the name of. She had the tiny little ball of monstrosity in her hair like a bow, completely unphased at its writhing mass, and had Dunnie behind her. The two looked like they were getting along great, and, by how absolutely covered they were in glitter up to their elbows, it seemed that M&M had shown Dunnie the amazingness of glitter supplies.

"Daddy? Are you almost done with Uncle Day... erm... Daol.... uh... Dale? I wanted to ask if I could go with you and Dunnie to the cult thingee? Dunnie seems scared and I wanna help."

ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

Seiva​

"Some people are not motivated by violence, as you are, Azroch. In fact, I would say most people are not," Seiva said, tying her hair up in a loose ponytail as they walked, "Anyway, no, I'm not a succubus. I don't flirt with everyone, you know, only those I respect. I don't go flirting with my subordinates unless it's to make them uncomfortable. I want to keep them on their toes. I'm just as likely to surprise attack them as I am to kiss them on their neck and see them squirm. It's the same sort of power-play you enjoy, just a different facet of it."

She sighed, "Also, I mostly only have sex with Nadia. She satisfies my needs just fine. Anyone else is just for a bit of fun, or more often, for personal gain. Making political friends through a bit of bed play is just the same as through knocking heads. It works differently with different lords, though. I tease you because I respect you, but I wouldn't actually try to seriously have sex with you. You're not interested. As for the military here or the occard members, the only falling I'll be doing for them is with my sword through their torso, thank you very much."

"I don't think you've really seen me fight before, have you? We both have such big roles, you've only really seen me act as a general, and less so a warrior. I think everyone important has seen you fight, though. You're kind of hard to miss since you enjoy it so much. Well, I'm not such a flirty political wench when I'm fighting, so try not to fall for me, kay?" she teased with a grin, half-serious. She was a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, same as him, and almost as bloodthirsty. She loved a good bit of torture when it suited the mood, and the screams of those that were in her way were music to her ears. She was by no means an idle general as some demon lords believed.

"Mm. Shardaken is just as powerful as he once was, he just lost his fuel. He got it back now, though, so it should be fun again soon," she explained, petting Nadia's hair as she appeared beside her, "Nadia, darling, teleport the three of us into the center of the crater, would you? We should have it from there." With only a polite nod, they were transported into the rubble-filled center of the massive crater. Nadia bowed lightly before disappearing once again.

"I'll let you lead the way for now. Ever been here?"

ManofManyRoles

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Xiard had been sitting in the room Alexandria gave to him.... He didnt know how the demon got him and her out of trouble with the angel.... Maybe here. Angels and demons get along. All he remembers is waking up in this room getting a serious scolding from Alexandria. "Blade..." He muttered looking at hus repaired sword. Then to his missing hand. That was what the demon had called him... Just a blade... And he could not disagree... Did he have any purpose other then to be weilder agaisnt enemies? Did his sword ever swing for himself? It didnt help that he had learned his entire world and life was created for entertainment... Did he trult have any purpose aside from destruction or fighting? Running his hand across his blade. It was dull. Even with the angel fixing it for him. It was always dull. A giant hunk of metal with a handle attached. A barbarians weapon one might say. However. Before xiards thoughts could get more depressing. The robot, as Alexandria called it. Entered... He did not like robots.... They reminded him of the monsters in his world. Mechanical beasts from ruins of a past civilisation.... How could xiard say this world would not end the same as his. Looking to the suit. He felt hesitant... "These clothes.... Are too much... If you offer... Id much prefer a gambison. The clothes of nobles.. Are too valuable for me to wear." He answered. As he began to put them on anyway. Would those noble clothes even protect him? They felt too light... "I do not understand your code.... But I can guess somethibg is wrong'" he answered as he finished dressing. Grabbing his sword and heaving it over his shoulder.

Osuka

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Arenike turned to the plague doctor. "I cant really stop you. But. Were doctors always so pushy? Its been a few hundred years since ive met a doctor as dedicated as you" she lamented. Taking a small look around. "Wooow. Pretty impressive what a few decades of sleep changes around ya. Hmmm.... What city is this?" She asked the plague doctor as she looked to the skyscrapers in the distance while doing soem stretches. "Hey. Mind catching me up a bit? Ive been asleep for a while.... How have vpires gone with their... Civil rights? I think they called it?

ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Blessed Death
With the Reaper 'powering up' she gave a soft sigh of frustration, preparing as he charged her. Her prayer was useless at this point, no point in reciting it for a moot use. Stretching her wires taught she used them as a shield, one hand gripping them and the other pulling them out. The Reaper was skilled, she had to give it that. Even as her wires caught aflame she didn't bat an eye, focusing on blocking his attacks. She couldn't keep this up, and the miasma was getting worse. They needed an out. She glanced over the Reapers shoulder as the car came barreling forward, waiting until the absolute last moment to leap out of the way as the Reaper was sent scattering all over the place. Definitely not a normal Reaper, was it even one at this point? There was no way in the Lord's name that should have worked. " Through the door. Best we make sure the Hero is fine. Last thing we need is for him to be corrupted and have to mop it up later. " The wires quickly returned to her gloves as she charged the door and into the horrible blackness that waited for her.

Stricken Steel LostHaven Deathkitten​

 

[Deathkitten]

Dantalion​

"Reaper, you have your information now," Dantalion stated, offering the woman a small smile, "I suggest you head off post-haste to succeed in your goals, and leave us to our little reunion." She moved forward to stand beside her father, face stoic despite inside being a boiling pot of emotions. Much to her relief, the reaper eventually left, and she would be able to relax in the presence of her family.

She looked at her father, her bright red eyes matching his own stunning irises, and started to cry. Her lip was quivering as she tried not to make a sound, nor let it affect her voice, "What a wonderful day it is that I can see you again... I've missed you, and I've missed being able to see you... Oriax saved me from an unscrupulous man, and I was naked in the rain without a hint of clothes... and... and... we were stuck in some gross dead man's apartment... and Oriax wouldn't sleep with me so he slept on a hard chair all night... Oh, I'm so happy you're alright. I was so worried I'd never get to see you again."

ManofManyRoles LostHaven

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Velocity

She wasn't sure how she felt being perched on his forearm like she was some bird, but she'd run with it. Leaning over as she took note of the ugly glares and words being tossed their way she whispered over to him. "Buddy, that's an awful idea...No band-aid for now, actually. Gimme that back." Carefully peeling away the bandaid to reveal Axioms still fresh head wound she held onto it, hopping off his arm and slowly raising her hands up in passive surrender. "Everyone, please remain calm. We have no intention of causing trouble or a fight. I personally want you all to be able to express your first amendment, even if you think I'm a devil spawn or something like that." She motioned to the man being held by Axiom, giving a small nod. "Unfortunately, the person right here had a weapon, and they had to be detained. I know no one is happy with it, honestly, I'm not either. I want everyone to be able to do what they feel is the best today, so long as no one gets hurt. There was a knife, and I removed the knife from the situation. We'll be handing him off to the police, who will handle things correctly. After that, we'll get out of your way and let you continue with your protest. Alright?"

There were of course the arguments she should have expected. What if the knife was planted, was there video, etcetera etcetera. "Counterpoint to your knife argument, if I may. If we intentionally stabbed Axiom, what goal does that serve for us? That only proves we're justly to be hated and a subject of your contempt. I don't want that, Axiom doesn't want that, no one wants to make themselves be the bad guy. As for the video, I cannot say. A lot of you were out here today video'ing the scene for live streams and youtube videos. When I took notice of the situation, I made it a point to intervene to prevent any further harm from being able to come to pass. I'm certain someone here caught it on video, I can't say who though. I'm really sorry!"

Kameron Esters- Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Detective Marshall

"Right. Another talk with her it is then. Why is it easy to tell my daughter it's a bad idea to get into a van with a man who's offering her candy, but making contracts doesn't stick...I might try that analogy actually." He gave an annoyed sigh at the prospect of Nyarlothotep trying to sway Dunnie to the dark side of the force. "Yea, yea I will try to stop that from happening. The dunwich horror didn't get a say in things, neither did Dunnie. But at least Dunnie has a chance to live a life that isn't cooped up in a barn feeding off livestock." He fell silent as Daoloth started listing off things, before holding up his hands in a referee 'time out' movement. "I'm not dying, thanks for the suggestion. What do you mean War is in the city. Isn't that concept one of the four horsemen? Is my city about to go up in a fireball, Daoloth? I think I'll try to speak with Chutes. I'll go by his library today."

He glanced towards the door, giving a small sigh at the knock of 'shave and a haircut', listening to his daughter. "Almost done, I'll be right out baby." He turned his attention to Daoloth, the warmth that had been present in his voice when addressing M&M now gone again. "Alright, you get one more go around in this conversation and then you're leaving. We both know that it's a terrible idea for you to stay in any plane of existence for an extended period of time."

Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Azroch

"I disagree. A basic instinct of any race is violence. It comes with the need to breed and the need to survive. At some level, all things have a motivation for violence. Even if you preach peace, you have nothing to preach about if not for violence. Your idea that some people are not motivated by it is absurd. To one extent or another, everything is motivated by violence." As she explained herself he rolled his eyes a bit. "Seiva, the concept that one must bed someone to get what they desire is idiotic. You get what you desire through force and power. It is how my territory has expanded, and how I have never let it shrink. It is how I have reigned in my place for so long, despite attempts from would-be usurpers. I understand the need to be 'polite', as I am with you at the moment. But making bed friends is pushing the limits of what is needed or makes sense."

"I've seen you fight at least twice that I can recall. You're impressive, and I respect your skill with a blade. You are right in your assumption. I have made my presence known many times through warring, combat, and safeguarding my domain." He glanced at Nadia, giving a silent nod as they were teleported into he center of the crater, slowly looking around. "A few times. I like to look around and admire the show of power." He took a deep inhale of air, like a shark inhaling the scent of blood. A malicious grin spread across his lips as his eyes flashed their true hue, magmatic red, before returning to their natural color. "I know were we're heading. Power has it's own scent, and there's a comfortable little nest of it nearby. Along with me then," he stated, starting forward.

Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Corvus

"I am only pushy, because I seek to do as much good as I know I can offer. Sometimes the patient is stubborn, and I must assert that my role is to help, not hinder. I take great pride in my craft." Moving along with the vampire she glanced around, tipping her hat brim a bit so the water could run off it a bit easier. "We are in Los Angelas, California. The civil rights movement has gone well for both Super's and Vampires. They have the same rights as the rest of society, if not just the same. There is of course civil discourse on the matter, I believe there is an anti-super protest being hosted today in fact. Tell me, Arenike, since you have awoken from your slumber it is important we give you proper mental stimulation so you do not suffer a severe depressive episode. What would you like to do?"

Cam E. Leon

 

[LostHaven]

Zael'teph Zim

Wildcard's Belt | "Hurry up then, I want blood! I WANT IT NOW."​

"Yeesh, I forgot you humans get really defensive over your lovers. Fine, fine, I won't talk shit about Death, I still want a massacre before I'm stowed away on a fucking item frame for the rest of human civilization's pitiful existence. And, for the record, if do actually manage to 'break me, and scatter me all over the globe, and then sell a couple parts to Elon Musk so he can shove me into one of his god damn rockets and you can shoot me off into the sun', we'd really be the best of friends for all five seconds you'll have left to live. Actually, can you die if your body's totally destroyed? Since your soul is practically indestructible, does it just go to another vessel? Like a Chinese knockoff lich? Actually, wouldn't it be better since you don't have a shitty, immobile object you have to protect at all times? Ah fuck it I don't wanna think about it and you probably lost me at like the second word of my first sentence. Point is, I'll be one happy, crazed, bloodthirsty ex-sword if you manage to break this shitty prison of a sword. Actually, forget it. I just realized that I wouldn't have a body to go nuts in. Your race is too damn fragile to be worth a damn when it comes to fighting."

There was a noticeable peak of interest from 'Zim' following Wildcard's question, about 'mercenary work'. "Of course I'm familiar with mercenaries. It doesn't take a genius to figure out you're a blade-for-hire or whatever the fuck, it's always the masterless warriors that are insane. Now let's hurry the fuck up and get to the dicing. And I beg you, don't be stingy with using me. I haven't tasted blood for fucking years, because my last wielder was a pussy-ass bitch who wouldn't unsheathe me unless the situation was dire or some stupid shit like that. Might've been centuries, I'm not very good with keeping time. I can't see, so I can't tell if it's day or night. I tried to physically count but I lost count because I forgot what came after quintillion."

ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

A Dark Little Meeting​

Darren grumbled a little as his eyes focused forward on the road, "...with these people... I honestly kind of think they deserve the full Agas treatment. Sounds like a good time." He sighed, shaking his head, "That'd probably turn into a right mess, though. Unfortunate, considering there are few other people I know of that would deserve to have their souls burnt to an absolute crisp. They deserve it. No question about that. Still... This address is in a suburban area. I hope this doesn't get out of hand. We won't know how many people are around in the neighborhood, and I don't want remains in rubble on my conscience forever."

The house they arrived at was, indeed, in a heavily suburban area. It was what some call a "mc-mansion", too small to be a mansion but too big to be a normal house. She parked, and he waited until she opened his door as well, hands going to adjust his suit before he hooked an arm in with hers. He was a little concerned about Agas losing her shit, so hopefully, the little touch would be of some help.

Even from the outside, the three repugnant souls were acridly apparent. Black as coal, the three OA members stood out from the menagerie of souls that served as their personnel (though many of them were worthy of death themselves). Two men and one woman stood in the massive entryway to the abode after the door was opened by a well-dressed servant. One of the men, a handsome blond man with silver eyes, was dressed with a grin across his face and a casual outfit of jeans and a blue sweatshirt. His smile was like a predator, eager to greet its prey before digging in. He wasn't the one that spoke first. The woman, with straight brown hair down to her waist and brown eyes, was wearing a simple flowy, flower-patterned dress. She spoke first, and her voice was sweet in contrast to her soul, "Well hello there Darren. We were expecting your father, but this is a pleasant surprise. There was the word you were a villain now, but there was some concern you had turned to heroics."

"Yes... Well, a good face is always important. I've decided I've spent enough time moping about from my sister's untimely demise. Beyond that, my secondary powers reared their head, so there was no being a petulant child anymore. I have a duty to my family, after all," he said, voice confident and with a smile. There was no doubt in his words, and if Natalie wasn't certain about him, she would likely even think he was truthful. "Don't mind the help, would you?" he continued, motioning to Natalie on his arm, "She's a pretty little showpiece... so foreign for someone like me, don't you think? My family thinks she looks dreadful, but I enjoy their reactions."

The grinning man laughed at that, "Someone like her would go for a pretty penny in these markets, so don't sell her too short, yeah?"

"Hardly. She's well trained, so I wouldn't give her up for much of anything. It's hard to replace merchandise like her," Darren responded with an equally amused smile, "We had business to attend to, yes? Or did you have some beverage in mind first?"

ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Natalie Brenton

"Yea well the problem is the 'full Agas treatment' means we lose L.A, and possibly part of California as a whole. Let's not forget she's the reason that we lost Atlantis and several other civilizations...and states. And a small continent..." She trailed of as she stated the list of things that Agas had managed to make disappear, the spirit inside her head giving a content sigh at fond memories. "Yea, in our current environment, letting Agas out is a terrible idea. We're here...let's go." Stepping out of the car she shut it up, only to go around and open his door like the good little trophy she was.

Starting towards the house was like walking into a landfill that dated a nuclear reactor and then got left in the back of the closet indefinitely. Her eyes actually watered a bit, but she covered it up well enough by forcing a sneeze into her shoulder and wiping her eyes, blaming it on a particularly forceful sneeze.

-Mind scape-
"That's it. Let me out. I'm killing them all. Now." To illustrate her point she had wrapped Natalie in a headlock, starting to try to choke out her psyche. "Go fuck yourself, focus dammit! We play nice now, we kill a lot more in the long run!" Agas flipped Natalie into the mental concrete, elbow dropping onto the poor winded woman. "The best method to handling vermin is to exterminate them all, and we will do that by slaughtering them one by one! Power draws attention, others will come looking, and we'll kill them as well! Penance must be given!" Natalie wheezed as she grabbed Agas and flipped her to the ground, bending the spirits leg at an odd angle as she moved into a pin. "Can you hide the murder boner for FIVE MINUTES, and FOCUS!? You can't die, but I sure as hell can. Usually I'm fine with that fact, but if I die because of your bitchy ass not being able to behave I will wait at the heavenly gates just to beat the shit out of you again, in front of saint peter and everyone else!"

-Back in reality-
Natalie offered a small smile but nothing more. It wasn't her place to speak in this situation, of course not. She would speak when spoken too, that's all. Darren was good at this lying game. If she didn't know better she might actually be concerned. As he brought attention to her she gave a quick grin to match how Darren spoke about her. 'Go for a pretty penny in these markets'. God, that was a COMPLIMENT here?

Deathkitten

 

[Deathkitten]

Seiva​

Seiva smirked a bit, "Hey, there are demon lords that have built their empires around sex. It works for some people. Not everybody has that physique of yours. Some people have a pretty face and are good at bedtime acrobatics. They work with what they've got. Some people fight that way too when something isn't in their favor. Assassinations in the bed aren't uncommon, after all."

She moved between the rubble, lithe as a panther, not minding any sharpness on the bare bottoms of her feet. Something like that wouldn't make her bleed anyhow. To an onlooker, the two lords would look so strange, almost aetherial. Seiva moved with an otherworldly grace and speed to her movements, though she seemed to get bored in short order. Shadows coalesced beneath her feet and onto her skin, and with a cheeky grin across her lips, she darted forward with insane speed. She looked back at Azroch, "Careful, Az. If I get there first I might take all your fun~."

Forward, there was that same little camp the military had set up, tents here and there, a perimeter made. Would any of them be fun to play with first?

As though she weighed nothing, she came to a stop on top of Tabby and Thomas's tent. She stood on the pinnacle of the tent, with nothing but a soft "thoomp" to denote her arrival. From this slight height, she looked around to try to find that fabled tunnel entrance. Honestly, she didn't care if people noticed her or Azroch. What would they do about it? What could they do about it?

ManofManyRoles

 

[Kameron Esters-]

AXIOM

Axiom winced when the crowd began shouting profanities at them. Axiom put a hand on Velocity's shoulder out of worry. No one so young and compassionate should have to hear these words from the people they risk their lives for. To be told that their abilities are the works of evil. "Elementa, if it's alright, perhaps Velocity can continue keeping an eye on the rest of the protestors. Allow me and the police to qwell the tension but I don't want anyone arrested yet. I don't want to risk making a psuedo-martyr out of any of them. Maybe I'm just too forgiving but I want to see about gain control of the situation with no one getting hostile. What is that okay with you? Or would you still Velocity attempt to calm the crowd surrounding us?
Deathkitten ManofManyRoles ​

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Kali smiled when Avro opened the door. Hearing her speal was hilarious. Did she not remember? or was it all an act. It made the game much more exciting. Walking in setting the food on the table. She quickly hugged Sherm and Avro. Sniffling as she wiped away tears she had forced out. "S-so it was true.... You truly are back Avro...." she squeezed out. her voice sounding hoarse. This was so exciting for kali. She gets to kill Avro a second time now! Kalis mind was adrift with thoughts as sherm was just confused. "uhhh Panzer... why dont we sit down..." Sherm said trying to end the moment... that was honestly terrifying him. "yes! we have so much to talk about! I got a few oscars since we last met Avro!" she let go of them sitting on sherms couch. "Oh. Do you mind? i have someone in the car. May they come in?" Kali asked smiling.

Deathkitten

 

[Osuka]

Alexandria Norman
AKA: Machina
Location: Redacted

Alexandria's mad dash to prep and leave was something to behold, but nothing at the moment could be more important than mobilizing Xiard. More impressively than the fact he was able to get his suit and tie on with one hand, though, was Gallahad's patience as he watched the man dress, keeping a mental note of the time remaining before he had to ensure without fail that the Queen and Court were departed. Once he had been suited, Gallahad then gestured to the titanium box that he had neglected to open and utilize, but didn't give the man the time to protest its use. The box itself sprang open, and the swarm of nanites flowed across the floor as if water. It would envelop him entirely before settling under the suit, with the rest of the nanites compensating for a temporary prosthesis of his missing hand and taking on the pigmentation of his skin.
"Clothes are Clothes, Mr. Xiard," Gallahad quipped before turning to the door. "The Queen will not see her Court befitting the role of Jester.

"Time Remaining: One minute, twenty one seconds."

Everything out of the way, Gallahad had to physically open the door to allow the two exit, and would take off after signaling for Xiard to follow. Again, it would seem that the once humble manufacturing bot had quite the impressive amount of speed behind its deceptively heavy frame as it would weave and quickly clear their route with the other automatons in the halls before reaching the garage area. Waiting within was, naturally, Alexandria, leaned against a car that appeared almost too normal for a hero's more.... Expensive taste. It only appeared to be something incredibly forgettable and plain to the average citizen, but when you had a healthy dose of paranoia and all the preparation in the world, you could even make a nuke look like an every day appliance on the street.

Her jaw would've dropped if she didn't think this far ahead about how well Xiard would take to a suit, but she couldn't help but grin in admiration over just how right she was about it. He looked like he was born to wear a three-piece and shades, maybe with a piece strapped under his jacket in a chest rig, and her own imagination even threw in some rings a typical Mafia Don would've worn. Of course, he didn't physically have the rings she imagined, but if he was stuck here until the end of days, she'd have to invest in it.

"Gallahad, time please-"

"Twenty Seconds remaining," Gallahad chimed as his arm had shifted and clicked once again back into its cannon form. "We shall await your return, Your Majesty."

The bot had stepped forward as Alexandria moved to seat herself in her vehicle, opening the door for her before moving around to the passenger side and motioning for Xiard as he opened the door for him as well.

"Safe travels, Ser," Gallahad had chimed, inclining his head. "We await your safe return."


******

Whatever idle chatter they would have had, disputing the validity of a "Knight" wearing such "Noble Garments" or whatnot, would have come to a close as they pulled into the designated meeting place that had been set for the impromptu.... Negotiations, maybe? Distraction? - it would have come to an end as Alexandria threw the vehicle into Parked and sat back in her seat. Idly her fingers moved to a compartment, which clicked open at her press and spilled forth a pair of shades. Before having handed them to him, Alexandria threw them on herself to demonstrate, then took them off and handed them to him.

"Figured maybe you'd want a little more flair to your outfit?" She quipped with a half-smile. "I mean, I dig the eye thing and the scar, and so might our new 'friend,' but it'd be a waste to throw away the opportunity to make you look even cooler, yeah? If you don't wanna wear them, there's a pocket on the inside of your jacket on the left. You can fold the sunglasses and tuck them away there."


ManofManyRoles Cam E. Leon

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Azroch

"Can one consider an empire built upon nothing but your ability to sleep around an empire? It's little more than whoring around until you get what you want. Assassinations in the bedroom...idiotic. You cannot win in an open battlefield so you beguile and charm your way into someone's room only to stab them while they sleep. There's very little thought to it, no prowess or skill. All you have to do is look attractive and be able to hide a sharp blade. Disgraceful." Nothing he said was leveled particularly at Seiva, just the general grumblings of an Archdemon Lord who preferred the more 'practical' approach, and always had since the dawn of Hell.

Moving through the rubble he casually pushed aside a large piece that was blocking his path. What was he supposed to do, walk around it? Nonsense, he would not have his progress stopped by the remains of a Walmart. Where Seiva moved with grace and speed, Azrochs pace was steady and measured, a warrior's stride that dictated he had no reason to rush, because he'd always get to his goal. "Seiva, take all my fun? If you manage to kill them by yourself, then there was never any fun to be had to begin with. You'd be saving me disappointment."

Luckily for Tabby and Thomas, they were out on patrol through the crater on the lookout. The safest place for Thomas to be in case he changed was near Tabby, and the safest place for Tabby to be was near a WMD that liked her. It all worked out. Coming to a halt near the tent he looked around, taking another deep inhale before nodding towards the direction of the entrance. "This way. Ignore the ants we see scurrying about unless they get in your way. Then go ahead and step on them, ant's should know better than to impede the path of giants." Starting towards the tunnel he didn't bother to look to see if she was following, she either would or she wouldn't. Simple as that.

Deathkitten

 

[Stricken Steel]

Project Nexus

I woke up, On the fucking carpet in somebody's house and I pushed myself up seeing a Priest of some sort with a...Winchester 21? "Whoa...Whoa! I...I mean We don't mean harm, sir!" I pushed myself up and looked at the others. I looked around, admiring the place. I extended a hand to him and said, "I ain't like...None of these 'Supernatural' people here. I'm just a normal US Soldier that just barely escaped a demon reaper thingy of some sort." I opened my visor and smiled cheerily.

 

[Deathkitten]

OA Meeting​

The grinning man laughed, "Aren't you cute. You're like your father. Always so business-oriented. No, no drink planned. We didn't want it to take that long. We're all busy people, after all. We did procure a gift for you and your family, though."

The third man, with hair that was deep black and straight, framing his bored-looking face well, and eyes that looked milky white with no pupil, who had thus far said nothing, finally spoke up with an equally bored voice, "We resurrected your sister. It was the simplest choice, the closest person to you - or rather, your father - that had died." His soul was black as coal as well, absolutely rancid, but it was odd too. Individual sins were hard to pick out, as though it was just an oil slick swirling around him.

Darren froze at the news for a moment, opening his mouth to speak, before pausing and huffing out a small sigh/chuckle and shaking his head, "Good... ah... good. Hopefully, she doesn't... get herself killed this time. It was... such a disappointment." He was still saying the cold words he was expected to, but he was struggling. Natalie already knew from what little she had learned of his sister, that though she was a villain, Darren missed her dearly. Even though he would have given anything to get her back... that they did so... he had never wanted to kill someone so much. With that small revelation that he wanted them dead, his conflicted expression settled back into an evil little grin.

"It's cute that you all resurrected her, but for something so troublesome, you must really want something in return from us," he said, "Trying to butter me up? I don't really care about your little conquest in the states, so I do hope this is actually worth my time. So far, I'm still merely intrigued. I can respect the amount of effort you're putting into this whole scheme, but you're still just startups, and most startups fail."

The two talkative ones laughed, and the woman spoke up again, "I'd say we've been fairly successful so far, got a nice-sized crater with our name on it, got people scared. But you're right. We're fairly new on the scene. The Leash has been around for generations in comparison. Sources are, honestly, limited on some of your plans, but you have some just as grand as our own, I imagine?"

He paused, glancing at Natalie with a look of apology. He hadn't talked to her about more stuff he knows about The Leash yet. That was going to be a fun conversation later... "Yes," he said, looking back at the others as they meandered to a large living area, "We happen to be juggling quite a few... shall we say, events, at the moment. I'm still getting back into the swing of things, but I do know that our slave ring is... being trimmed nicely. My father enjoys hiring out work to unwitting heroes to get rid of some of the more troublesome sellers and shippers. It's much less trouble that way if you know how to handle the dogs right." Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa she was gonna kill him, he just knew it.

The grinning man found this hilarious, laughing away as the quiet man sighed, annoyed. The woman was the one who spoke, she seemed to be in charge as far as the trio went, "Indeed. Things are getting a little messy for us, what with the tunnels found and all that. To cut things short, we want to ask for some aid. We have no shortage of magic, but we need some people to toss at the heroes as fodder just to slow them down a bit. We're almost ready, and it'd be a pain for them to make a mess of our little bases right at the finish line."

"I can only imagine. Of course, my father has never let things get that close, but he can be a generous man when the mood suits him," Darren responded, "I'll talk to him. He'll be interested. That said, know that this little resurrection stunt won't be enough of a payment for him. I'd wager to guess that the thing that would interest him most would be your little OA ninjas, acrobats, assassins... whatever they are. They're well-trained and no one has seen a hint nor hair of them since the event. Let us get in contact with one and have a chat and that'd sweeten the pot."

The quiet man and the woman looked at each other and debated on this quietly with each other, while the grinning man spoke, "Sounds like fun. Don't take too long to decide, yeah? MARIUS!" He shouted, voice suddenly booming as a servant man jogged over.

"Yes, sir?"

"Grab the girl and hand her over to them. We need to chat with the others before we can do any more on this, and it sounds like you have to chat with your father, too."

"And my uncle as well, no doubt," Darren added, staring at the servant as he scrambled off. He returned shortly afterward with an unconscious girl. Tracy, Darren's deceased sister. Darren turned at the sight and released Natalie's arm, "Grab her, and let's go." He was trying to be as calm as possible, but if he looked at her... damn it he was trying so hard not to cry. Now wasn't the time!

"She'll wake up in a bit. The whole rezzing thing can kinda knock 'em out for a while," the grinning man said, "Kinda hot, if you ask me. Don't worry though, didn't do anything to that one. That wouldn't make for a good business relationship, after all. We'll be around here, so if you come back, you can give us your answer. Drive safe, not that you really need it."

Somehow, miraculously, thankfully, fucking FINALLY... they got out of that house that was making his skin crawl, and back to the car. He didn't say a damn thing. He didn't care where they were going next or what they did or what anyone had to say anymore. And once the house was out of sight his head was in his hands, absolutely sobbing through haggard breaths.

ManofManyRoles