Fantasy Superhero World ~ Main

[WeaselThor]

Spoiler: Bastion~The red Dragon of Portland.

Bastion watched as the man ascended to the mouth of the volcano and he could feel the heat being removed from the volcanoes core. It felt strange to witness such a thing even for him, heat was something he actually knew a lot about and seeing it disobey the natural laws he understood was a bit unnerving. Nonetheless he watched the cloud of toxic fumes seeping towards the city and his mind filled with images of civilians coughing and cursing his name. "Why bastion why?!?" the imaginary people cried.

"I'll Save you tiny people!" he shouted leaping into the air and exploding into flames and scales, in an instant he was at his full size. It took only two beats of his mighty wings to take him thousands of feet up, A few more and he was slightly over the pyroclastic cloud between it and Portland. "Back You foul clouds Back I say." he roared as he furiously beat his wings kicking up tropical storm force winds. The cloud was forced down and back collecting near the foot of the mountain where they smouldered. Nodding his muzzle in contentment, he began a lazy downward spiral hoping to meet the interesting man on the ground again. If not the women on the ground who smelled of sulfur would make for interesting company.
Deathkitten Osuka

 

[WeaselThor]

Spoiler: Atom Smasher

Allan flew for a few minutes but the Synapse in has brain went fast enough that it felt like almost an hour. He came to a stop just above the Psychiatrist registered address and decided a little recon couldn't hurt. His eyes Turned bright white as he blasted nonlethal, damage free X-rays through the house and the two adjacent buildings. Only the Psychiatrist's home had anyone in it. His eyes then shifted to red as he scanned the house in Infrared looking for any lazer grids or traps. Then they turned purple as he scanned with ultraviolet light looking for any biological signs. Aside from the neighbors dog it was clean.

He began his decent landing in the backyard in front of the sliding glass door. "I know you are in there Doc, I am coming in we need to talk." he grabbed the door and tugged sure enough it was locked. "Dr. Rangly I have already seen you plain as day...you are packing your luggage. If you wont open the door I will." he paused for a few moments hoping for a response. After hearing none he sighed and tugged with a tad more force popping the lock with a clang sound and walking into the home. He instinctively increased his bodies density in anticipation of an attack then unleashed a ping of invisible but penetrating benign radiation easily locating the doctor cowering in the closet.

He grabbed the doorknob and pulled it open shooting his hand in the closet at superhuman speeds and grabbing the mans shirt and lifting him out of the closet. "I can promise you the people you are hiding from have more patience and less firepower than me. So if i were you i would talk while you posses the capability." as he finished his threatening sentence he pulled the man closer so he could stare into the glowing eyes and even feel the heat radiating off of their glow. He felt bad playing off of the mans cowardice but it was heroics 101 play off of your enemies emotions and fear was a hell of a motivator. Plus it was high time the media lies of his violent temper worked in his favor.
Deathkitten

 

[Deathkitten]

Spoiler: Child Kidnapping

A "sports & events venue with stadium & field hosting Major League Soccer, college football & more."

Time: 15:35
Location: Main building of the stadium
At Scene: Superhero Intern Muse (as a civilian), Superhero Johnny D., Superhero Edward, Superhero Intern Digerati, and Superhero Intern Miserbelle
Threat Level: Zero
Known Threats: None

Muse's cheeks were bright red after hearing the compliment that came from Johnny D.'s mouth. She was silent, appreciative that others had come in only moments later. Her mind was far too full of swirling thoughts to formulate them into words. She could make the music industry better...? And he said that, of all people? She was way too shy to be able to get up on stage... she'd probably freeze. It'd probably suck. She'd be boring... but...

She sighed and looked up at the new people who had entered the room. They were talking about Superhero business. A child was taken by the Occard Alliance. Muse was worried about that, sure, but she was also still thinking about all the instruments she had seen. She gently pinched her arm, snapping herself out of being so silly and shy. This wasn't the time. They could talk about it all later. She needed to think like the little intern she was now instead of a civilian.

The note a disturbing black saxophone made only helped her focus more. Things were happening now again. The scene around them changed due to the demon Johnny D. summoned. That was... interesting. He clearly wasn't only talented, but powerful. Right. This was definitely going way over her head... but oh well. She needed to start somewhere... so why not with the most dangerous terrorist group that's ever existed?

The poor little girl seemed so afraid. Her cheeks were dirty save for two streaks that tears had kept clean. No injuries though, as far as she could tell... She had her dog, too. They must not have been that aggressive towards her if she was allowed to keep her dog with her. A small bit of comfort, but it showed her captors cared somewhat. The little girl must be terrified. Her parents must be so worried.

Muse furrowed her brow, folding her arms as she thought about it. She jumped a bit at the piano falling on the demon, but... maybe he deserved it? Demons were bad, right? Anyway... the ball was definitely in the new people's court, as Johnny said. She wondered what they were saying in the image, though. It was clear something was being said... but no sound was with it. Maybe there was a way for her magic to listen in? She wouldn't know what to do though... so probably not. She didn't want to try and end up messing something up.

"I'm willing to help if you need it. I'm just an intern... without a mentor yet... but I actually do have my license. I do manipulation with my voice," she explained, quietly speaking up, "I don't know how much I'd be allowed to help yet, legally, since I don't have a mentor yet. I'd hate to sit idly by, however."

OnyxReaper WeaselThor Kyrenka

 

[Deathkitten]

Spoiler: Mt. Hood

"Mount Hood, called Wy'east by the Multnomah tribe, is a potentially active stratovolcano in the Cascade Volcanic Arc of northern Oregon."

Time: 15:35
Location: Mt. Hood, ~50 Miles East-Southeast of Portland
At Scene: No police yet. Supervillain Bells. Superhero Bastian. Extraterrestrial Osuka.
Threat Level: Unknown
Known Threats: Volcano?

Bells watched lazily, the tip of her tail flicking back and forth only enough to make a tink tinkling sound. She was nervous to just sit here, with all this going on around her. Authorities would arrive soon, she was sure... even if they had some time since they weren't really on paved roads.

Her eyes fell softly on the massive dragon drifting down to where she sat. He blew back the cloud of ash that had begun to float off with impressive gusts, but he was... off. He acted like a child or someone mentally handicapped. Was he? He sure looked like an adult... Well, at the very least, he'd be easy pickings. It sounded cruel, but as long as he was an adult, she didn't really care what she fucked. Adult. Attractive. Powerful. Probably... er... massive. All around, a great catch, if she could make it happen. Better than the kitsune.

The volcano seemed to be calming down thanks to whatever the Osuka person was doing. It wasn't really wanting to go off in the first place. It was practically dormant. It'd start to rain warm little droplets as the clouds around the area warmed. Just a drizzle.

She smiled at the big lizard, "Well look at you, all impressive like that. You must be incredibly strong to be able to do something like that. Do you think, between the two of you, the volcano's safe for the moment? Capped, as it were?" She gently booped his snoot with the palm of her hand and pet, "Good job, scaly face. You're such a powerful protector."

WeaselThor Osuka

 

[Deathkitten]

Spoiler: Missing Psychiatrist

The psychiatrist's house somewhere in Victoria, Canada, not far off from the Supervillain Detention Facility.

Time: 15:35
Location: Victoria, Canada
At Scene: Superhero Atom Smasher and a very scared psychiatrist, Joseph Rangly
Threat Level: None
Known Threats: None

Panic. He was tossing clothes out of his drawers, grabbing this shirt, that pair of pants, tossing each article of clothing haphazardly onto the bed in an attempt to pack as quickly as he could. He was shaking, white-grey hair only barely contained by the short ponytail it was in. He may have been crying to boot, eyes reddened and just as fearful as his movements.

He didn't know what time it was, but the voice at the sliding glass door wasn't one he recognized at first. They didn't state their name, so of course, he wouldn't go up to the door. It could be anyone. It could be absolutely anyone. No. No no no. He stood, shaking, before darting into the closet and shutting the door. This wasn't going to work. It wouldn't work. Why would it work? What else was he supposed to do? This wasn't something he could fight. He couldn't fight anyways. Couldn't fight.

It didn't take long, however, for the intruder to make his way there and simply lift him by his shirt out of the closet into a standing position. He was skinny and somewhat short for a guy, small black horns barely sprouting up out of his hair from his forehead. His hands went to Atom's forearms, gripping, but almost immediately loosened. His eyes went wide as he realized who was actually standing in front of him.

"A... Atom Smasher? It's you? Fucking... fuck. Hell... sir, if it's really you... couldn't you have announced yourself...? Aren't police and the sort supposed to state who they are?" his voice stammered and shook, but he seemed relieved all the same. He rubbed his head, "I need to get out of here. I need to go. I can't... god my head hurts... Your mind is an intense one. Not as intense... not nearly as intense. That was... I can't do that again. Never again. I can't fight. I won't fight. I won't be around those psychos again. They... they escaped, huh? That's what I heard. Some inmates. Who all was it? I bet Gravedigger did. He's... stay away from his mind."

He paused and let out a little nervous laugh, "Oh. Well... I guess it doesn't... ah... it doesn't mean anything to say stay away from his mind. Most people can't get into peoples minds. I had to get away from that place... I need to leave. I need to leave to the United States. I need to go to Portland, Oregon. Work doesn't matter. I have savings. I just need to leave. I need to try to be safe, but who knows whether or not I'll be able to do that. If I go there... I probably won't be safe... but they don't... they... I don't think they'll expect me to go to the same place they'll be at. They won't... I hope."

The doctor looked straight at Atom Smasher's eyes, seeming to be looking through him, "The things I saw... they'll want me dead... I know they know. I know I'm a dead man... I just want to be alive as long as I can."

WeaselThor

 

[Deathkitten]

Spoiler: Jamison Square

"Parents & kids flock to this sunny square with funky totem polls & a wading-friendly fountain."

Time: 15:30
Location: Pearl District
At Scene: Superhero Pharaoh, Superhero Helios, Superhero Ares. There are a number of police on-scene.
Threat Level: None
Known Threats: None

Hades watched Alexandria fly off on her little box with a mixture of curiosity and frustration on his face. The stubborn girl was probably right. They should leave... That said, being hasty never served anyone in the long run. His calm expression was swiftly replaced by surprise, looking at Helios as though he was crazy, before turning to look at the water woman.

"Amphitrite...?" he muttered, shaking his head, "There's no way... how... how did this happen? Poseidon... he's going to want to have someone's head for this."

Amphitrite looked confused and conflicted, her form becoming more human-like again. She looked around at all the gods there, but no recognition seemed to don her face. "I... think that's my name...," she said in Greek, slow and unsure, "It feels right... and Poseidon feels... calming. I feel like a massive weight is on my head, a fog and stone at once. I don't know what's wrong with me."

Hades shook his head, "Alright... Just... Ares. Let's get out of here. We need to talk about this in a more private setting. We need to get her to a safe location as well. Helios, if you don't wish to come with, I don't mind. It's up to you. If you don't, however, then perhaps you can try to figure out what you can about Amphitrite from here? I fear we may be busy with the issue Ares brought to us, but we cannot ignore this affront... Poseidon's wife... we need to fix this. Perhaps Pharaoh here could help you?"

BDark WeaselThor

 

[Deathkitten]

Spoiler: Blue was curious about all the noise

Blue was just having a fun time relaxing and trying out one of the newest video games to come out, but noooo, other people just had to ruin her fun. She sighed at the insane amount of noises going on in one of the nearby apartments. It wasn't even one of the funny noises that people sometimes made. It wasn't a barking or an "oh"-ing or anything like that. This one was combat of some kind. This city had really gone to junk. Why did such interesting creatures always want to hurt other interesting creatures? Especially the most interesting of them! The Powered were always hurting each other like crazy.

Right... what was she thinking about again?

Oh yeahhhh... noises. Noisy noises. Annoying. That thing.

Well, now she was curious instead of annoyed, but all the same. Blue hovered up off the couch and drifted a bit, listening to the sounds to pinpoint where it was going on. It only took her a moment before she decided where in the room to appear, somewhere where there wasn't anybody looking.

And... she was there. In the bathroom. Fair enough. No one was in it, after all. She stepped out and looked at the group of people, dimly glowing from her chest, out.

"Hey!" she called out, tiny but clearly completely unafraid, "What are you guys doing? It's noisy as hell and I was playing some games and now I had to come over here." Blue walked up to the group, looking them up and down, floating just an inch or two over the ground, "So... who needs help and who needs... uh... not?"

WeaselThor

 

[Deathkitten]

Spoiler: Tempest

An abandoned mansion in a residential area.

Time: ~15:30
Location: 420 Northwest Macleay blvd., Portland, Oregon, an abandoned mansion
At Scene: Astrella student Tsunami and Supervillain Tempest
Threat Level: ?
Known Threats: Supervillain Tempest

Tempest watched the boy's trail of water die down behind him from the massive window. It must be tinted, or else he would have probably seen him. Hm. He fiddled with the phone in his fingers as he waited for Tsunami to find the correct room. How should he handle this? The little voice in the back of his mind was crying for Tsunami to get out of here.

He stood as Tsunami darted in, one hand tucking the phone back into his pocket. Should he go with fooling the child or confusing him?

"Tsunami. You got here alright," he said, much calmer than the other boy was, "It's been a long year... I've had a lot of fun though. I'm a lot stronger now than I used to be. Not being able to understand anyone, it was exhausting... getting bullied, even if I didn't understand it at the time. Hah. I was really an idiot." An autistic, cutesy, harmless idiot. Good thing that got fixed. Handled. The little do-gooder didn't even know what hit him.

Tempest smiled wide, a hand drifting out from his side, a little ball of water making a neat little orb, "I've gotten so much stronger. I want you to see it."

His hand barely moved, but the ball shot out with tremendous speed, like a high-pressure water jet, aiming for his shoulder. Another ball formed right after it, bouncing up and down in his hand, "Tsunami... Baki. I absolutely adore your ability to trust like this. To have so much hope, so much... passion. It's incredible. It really is. I feel almost bad for you. I want you to really understand what I'm about to tell you."

"Poor little Damien is absolutely screaming for you to run."

The second ball shot forward with even more force than the first, aiming for his midsection.

Osuka

 

[Deathkitten]

Spoiler: University Robbery - Forest Park

Time: 15:35
Location: Near Forest Park
At Scene: Superhero Sir Glory. An unknown Supervillain.
Threat Level: Unknown
Known Threats: Unknown Supervillain.

He almost made it to the trees. Almost. Just barely didn't. The wave of hot air that came crashing into him wrecked that plan, however.

He rocketed down, his small body slamming into the ground like an impromptu rocket. Fuck, that hurt. He was okay though, if a bit dizzy, and groaned as he slowly got back to his feet. The boy looked up at Sir Glory with disdain. He should have noticed him gaining on him. He was too focused on getting away, he may have screwed himself over that way. He was small and dainty looking, a child by all rights, he didn't appear to be more than 12.

The little demon boy didn't seem afraid, despite the attack. Instead of anxious or worried, he simply looked annoyed. He hefted the bag back onto his shoulder and glared at the Superhero. His eyes began to glow, speaking a swift spell as a reddish-iron colored circle appeared in front of him. From the circle, a blast shortly followed - a similarly colored laser of impressive size for such a tiny boy.

At the same time as the laser blasted off to try to hit the Superhero, he shouted at Sir Glory, voice matching his young appearance, "Fuck off!"

WeaselThor

 

[Kyrenka]

~Dexter Heidrich: Digerati~​

Location: Providence Park, Main Building

Being a superhero, like anything, required preparation. When Dexter was first accepted as an apprentice, he had spent countless hours researching various heroes, villains, and cases. Some were predictable, some were messy, and some were just odd. Needless to say, his research and limited experience out in the field was not enough preparation for Johnny D. summoning a demon.

When the musician told everyone to let him handle it, the genius didn't hesitate to comply with his command. Dexter was definitely not prepared to handle this. While the entire exchange felt like something out of a B-rated horror movie from a spectator's point of view, the heat and sheer dread that fell upon the room ensured that this was not something to be taken lightly. When the demon was finally banished, Dexter let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding in. I should probably leave this part out when I tell mom how my day went. Despite the fact that she was the one who insisted that he become a superhero, he highly doubted that she envisioned him being involved in a demonic summoning. Well, what she doesn't know won't hurt her.

Before anyone could break the silence left after Johnny D.'s question, the blue-haired woman that was with Johnny timidly spoke up, "I'm willing to help if you need it. I'm just an intern... without a mentor yet... but I actually do have my license. I do manipulation with my voice...I don't know how much I'd be allowed to help yet, legally, since I don't have a mentor yet. I'd hate to sit idly by, however." The woman seemed nervous, rightfully so, but determined to help. It was sort of heart warming but incredibly dangerous. Two full-fledged heroes babysitting three inexperienced interns? The mission was dangerous enough without them hindering the heroes. Not to mention all of the legal repercussions...

It wasn't his call though. For better or for worse Edward Woodsman was in charge of this rescue mission; if he thought that this woman could be of use then Dexter would just have to follow his mentor's lead. Turning his head to address his mentor, he asked, "What do you think sir?"

WeaselThor Deathkitten

 

[Kyrenka]

((I forgot to tag OnyxReaper scree))

 

[Osuka]

Tempest:

He was... Calm? About all of it? The situation he found himself in was confusing, even though there was relief mixed in with his unease. It wasn't until Tempest was talking about becoming stronger that his past worries were beginning to shout back at him, though it was as if they were under water rather than clear. There was something wrong about the situation. Tsunami was the one that had to be the brawn between the two of them. Tempest was the brains, after all. He was the one that made up for Tsunami's weaknesses, and vis-a-vis, but this....

The realization of why he felt off about everything came with a pain in his shoulder that knocked him off balance, making Tsunami stumble backwards, the only thing stopping him were his staggering steps desperately trying to keep their footing. Tempest... Hit him? No... No, Tempest wouldn't hurt a fly. He didn't have it in him to hurt someone. It's why he was the brains. It's why he was the smart one of the two of them. He was the planner, the strategizer... The person who figured out how to fix problems. Tsunami was the one who put them into action if the plan needed muscle.

But here he was... Making another orb of water and prattling on about trust and hope and passion. This person wasn't Tempest. It was a fake, but what he said, what he was relaying more like, did sound like Tempest.

And so the fight began.

As if on reflex, as the second ball of water shot forth, Tsunami's hands blurred forth and moved in a circular motion, the particles of water in the air and some of what he had brought in with him coalescing into what looked like a pool of water before him. Of course, the small pool of water he created in mid-air before him took the brunt of the blow as it was shoved forward, but the sudden spray afterwards gave him a moment to work out what to do next, even if it was a split second.

Think back to the simulation, he told himself mentally. The last thing I remember was Tempest using multiple types of elements. He ain't just got water up his sleeve, but if this is Tempest's body, I can't hurt 'em...

It was decided. He'd have to neutralize the person before him. He'd have to, at least to some degree, hurt his friend, but if he could get the fight to stop before it dragged out for too long, he'd be fine. He would have to be fine.

So now it was his turn. Just as the last bit of the spray had touched the floor before him, Tsunami took one step and stomped as his right palm shot forward, and the water that had been used before became a sudden torrent of liquid surging forward with the strength of a fireman's hose - the type that could make a man lose his balance, aiming for his midsection. The torrent of water was no more than a foot across and shot forth like a snake striking out at its prey with a flash of speed, but if it were to get within just a foot of Tempest, or the thing that acted like him, it would suddenly explode in his face, allowing Tsunami to make his actual move.

"Where the fuck is he?!" Tsunami barked out. "Where is Tempest?!"

Just as the water jet would explode, Tsunami's own body blurred forward, right hand reaching out to snag at Tempest's shirt collar, and if he was able to get a hold, from here, he would use his hip as a fulcrum. His right hip was snap out as Tsunami's center of gravity lowered and his right foot would snake between both of Tempest's, allowing him more control and footing as he would throw him over his hip and slam him hard into the ground.

That was if he could get close. Tempest - no, whoever this was, seemed a lot more happy to punish any move he made, but at this point, Tsunami had to at least try. His friend was in danger, and whoever this was, he was going to at least try make them pay. No one got away with hurting Tempest, and if he had to, it didn't matter what he had to tango with to make that point.

Even if it killed him.

Deathkitten

 

[Deathkitten]

Spoiler: Tempest

An abandoned mansion in a residential area.

Time: ~15:30
Location: 420 Northwest Macleay blvd., Portland, Oregon, an abandoned mansion
At Scene: Astrella student Tsunami and Supervillain Tempest
Threat Level: ?
Known Threats: Supervillain Tempest

Oh-ho, he didn't appreciate the commentary. Tempest smirked as he blocked the second orb. He was fast and rather adept. Good for him. Poor thing. He almost felt bad he was going to end his life here.

No!

The little voice inside screaming in desperation jarred him for a moment. He actually had balls on some matters? That was -

Ow.

That was distracting was what that was. The ball of water Tsunami had returned with a burst in his face and was swiftly followed with him getting knocked on his ass. He didn't mind falling much, the force with which he did so only mildly annoying, but it was frustrating that the little voice in his head was speaking up again. It'd be too much trouble to actually try to kill his childhood friend... a shame. He should have thought of this first.

Tempest grimaced and hooked his leg out to try to pull Tsunami down to his level as he sat up, leaning on his left hand. His right shot out and let loose a sharp bolt of air, like a needle that meant to slice through wherever it hit. In this case, he didn't really aim as well as he could have, directing it in the general direction of Tsunami's collarbone/right shoulder.

Osuka

 

[WeaselThor]

Spoiler: Sir glory

Glories mouth curled into a smile as the boy raised his hands basically broadcasting his movements as if he were a billboard. It was obvious that this kid wasnt a veteran. The implant in his left brain began to whir and everything seemed to slow down as he focused on four seperate points and began pumping telekinetic energy to accomplish the tasks altogether. First he focused 20ft above himself pulling him above the kids blast , less than a second afterwards the bridge would be torn up and intecept the blast before it hit anyone. Meanswhile the ground beneath the demon boy would erupt into hundreds of fast moving stones not ment to pierce him but rather to force the boy back into the air. Yet all of that was just the distraction. The action happened behind the boy as a large Tree was uprooted and started flying at the boy from behind with the speed of a formula 51 racecar. "Watch your mouth kid...and get wrecked while your at it." glory said already turning gears in his mind just in case his assault failed...the river would do nicely he thought to himself as the smirk on his face grew wider.
Deathkitten

 

[WeaselThor]

Spoiler: Johnny D & Behegon

Johnny was honestly starting to get excited about this after all the occard alliance might actually be able to kill him. Not that he sought death but this was a rare fear and in was nice to have the feeling again after over 200 years. However his excitement was interrupted by a very familiar feeling magic source that was fast approaching. "Ah shit, incom-" he started but was cut off by the roof collapsing on him with a sickening crunch. Johnny was crushed under a ton of sheetrock, steel, and black Slime his blood quickly spreading to the edges of the debris pile

The slime quickly reformed standing 8ft 2in tall and based off of Johnny's crumpling and the ceiling caving in it had to weight at least 900lbs. Its arms were massively swollen with muscles that were wider than the shoulders of the biggest hero here. Whats worse was the smell. It stank of dying fleash a stench which grew worse as it shouted. "EEEEAAAATTTT" it shouted leaping at the gathered heroes swinging in a wide arc at none in particular. however even if its arm missed the arc of the swing would inevitably bring it to a hard collision with the floor. But by far the worst thing about the situation was the nearly one hudred and twenty thousand people just a few rooms over who were in the stadium or in line for it. The potential for casualties was massive.
Deathkitten Kyrenka OnyxReaper

 

[WeaselThor]

Spoiler: Bastion~The red Dragon of Portland.

After landing bastion was surprised at the strange sulphur smelling girls approach. But her compliments made him fell as if he were a superstar. Immediately his massive chest puffed out and he raised his head towards the sky venting the increase in his body heat on account of his blushing. His instincts had his tail flicking back and forth in satisfaction and his wings spread wide, like the tail feathers of a peacock. Clearly it didnt take much to put wind in this lizards sails. Finally deciding he wanted to reply he shifted again into his human form. A process he had mastered to the point that it only took a second or two. "Thanks i am pretty great arent I?" he said with a smile planting his hands on his hips in the cliche hero position. "So whats a lovely lady like yourself doin out here in the boonies?" he added in his usual exuberance while his yellow slit eyes scanned her up and down. "Not that i am complaining." he added quickly worried that he would offend her and she would leave.
Deathkitten

 

[WeaselThor]

Spoiler: Hammer & Feral vs Maggie & Kid clock

Maggie and Toni stood back to back as the two others came upon them. The one with white hair seemed to be more friendly but the black haired giant was mean enough for two. That was when an odd glowing girl made her way in complaining about noise and video games and such. Maggie and the kid looked away for a moment and that was it. The Giant man flicked his cigar with impossible force and it collided with the girls side and sent her sprawling across the ground gasping and holding her side. Kid clock shouted "YOU BASTARD!" And charged at the man firing his weapon only to get swatted into unconsciousness by the big man. All the while the white haired boy slapped some cuffs on Maggies wrists. "Both of you are under arrest for fraud, larceny, and resisting arrest. Luckily i have a way we can work this out." Hammer said with a devilish grin. Meanwhile Feral scooped Maggie up and then turned to blue "Thanks for the distraction...that standoff could've been unfun for everyone." he said before chuckling at his comment and walking over to Hammer who was cuffing the unconscious kid clock. Once the cuffs were set hammer turned to eye the newcomer Finally he spoke to Blue "Who are you Civilian? And why are you still here?"
Deathkitten

 

[WeaselThor]

Spoiler: Atom Smasher

Surprisingly Allan felt bad for the guy but he didn't drop the intimidating demeanour. Though he did put the man down. He looked away and set out a very specific radiation signature. Harmless to life forms but detectable by his ship and triggering it to come to him. "Calm down Doctor. I have a ride coming now. I will escort you wherever you need to go. It will be here in a little under three minutes. Just enough time for us to have a chat. You keep referring to a "They" who are they and why do they want you dead." he crossed his arms menacingly allowing his large frame to essentially trap the doctor in the closet doorway until he told him what he wanted to hear. "Of course if you dont want to cooperate i can be on my way im sure "They" would like it if i weren't here." said after a few momenta of silence and he began to slowly turn away for added effect.
Deathkitten

 

[Djinni]

Spoiler: Deadstar & Grave Digger

Time: 15:30
Location: Victoria, Canada
At Scene: Superhero Atom Smasher, Villain Deadstar and a very, VERY scared psychiatrist, Joseph Rangly
Threat Level: 3
Threats: Deadstar
Grave Digger

Deadstar


Gravedigger
The joyous response from Ares definitely lifted Alois' mood even further, knowing that the OA would be scrambling internally to check for any servants. They were annoyingly adept at finding his agents, spies, and servants, but Alois had the advantage of having had some time to plan ahead and make a few innovations. It should be far harder for the meddlers to interrupt his fun this time.

He was warming up slowly, not doing too much at once yet. A bit lazy, but... He had set a lot in motion hands off, already. He'd be more than busy enough to make up for it later. But even if he was easing into the work again, he had to take the chances he saw, when he saw them and scoped them out sufficiently. A wicked grin split his lips again as he thought about the poor psych that learned just a bit too much. He had to deal with him, of course, but he had reason to think that it wasn't just this old ghoul he learned things about. The psych worked on loads of criminals, and that gave him a lot of reasons to pull this little smash and grab, and fast. After all, his Occard friends would be quick on his tail. They didn't leave these things to chance. Unfortunately, chance couldn't be avoided in war, especially in shadow wars like theirs.

Watching from a spot underground on a screen he connected to an imaging satellite, Alois waited. He was the grab, and his friend was the smash. This should be fun to watch. "And here I forgot to bring popcorn," he said with a chuckle as he got ready to nab this poor shrink's soul upon its release.

Deadstar
The villain waited in the nearby hills, impatiently waiting for the word to jump out and get to work. His first assignment for the guy and he gets a virtual dream job. Rough up Atom Smasher? In return for being able to get a bit more edge in handling that ship of his. What exactly he meant by that, he wasn't sure. It was a bonus on top of the regular pay that Deadstar demanded. Which was quite the exorbitant fee, intentionally high so he could see what this new employer is all about... But there was no bartering, there was no argument, nothing. Just a moment of thought and a snap of the fingers, then the cash was brought in Hollywood style: in a suitcase. With bonuses forthcoming in the sense of helping him with his plots for claiming a nation of his own.

This was the kind of employer he could definitely get behind.

The excited former hero's head snapped up when he heard the smooth male voice in his earpiece: Time to earn his pay. He didn't need to be told twice. Zipping up into the air and plotting the attack once more, Deadstar speared his way through the building, flying like Superman with his arms out in front of him. "Hi, there!" He shouted, the hard-as-steel fist swinging into his old pupil's jawline. Hard enough that if it hit, he would knock him through the rest of the house, which he'd tackle him through anyway if his punch failed. At the same time, he performed his real mission: blowing this the house the fuck up, and everyone inside. The moment his fist was thrown, he released a violent pulse of energy, one fit to turn this house to rubble. One fit to turn the ground below it to pebbles for some distance. A secondary explosion from the man's gas line did what little damage remained to finish the process, knocking it down into the hollow in the earth beneath. One naturally there. The ground was certainly stable enough... Under conditions short of getting bombed, of course. "It's been oh so long," said the red-suited figure. With a sarcastic glance back, he smirked. "Oh, wait. I'm sorry. Did I interrupt something? Were you busy? I could come back later if you'd like. Though I think your friend is a bit... Indisposed, at the moment."

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[Deathkitten]

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Spoiler: Death

~ Lady Death ~
A swirl of blue fire whooshed to life for a moment, a small tornado that caught the attention of those along the street-side. The woman at the center of this, visible once it died down, didn't seem to mind the eyes on her. It was only natural, after all.

The dress she wore was short, boots high, and she didn't have the tell-tale scythe in her hands at the moment. Her hair settled to her rear as she began to walk along, yawning dully. Coming here - visibly like this anyway - was always... dull. Even with the coming death toll, it was dull. No one to really give her any intrigue.

Aside from Johnny.

He was a dealer of intrigue, a mind unlike many others of his time, and one who she gave quite the gift to. Sure, it was for her own gain, but she had actually begun to like the little musician over the years. How many times had he died by now, only to come right back? She didn't actually want to know the number. She was purposefully distorting just the littlest bit of balance by doing so.

Oh well. It's not like she'd change that now. She was too fond of him by this point.

Speaking of the person she wanted to meet... he seemed to be having some fun right now. No need to bother the two of them yet. She'd let Behegon leave first.

That's how it was going to go, anyway, but that didn't seem to be how things went with Behegon... Insta-death much? He should be better prepared than that. She groaned and rolled her eyes, disappearing as quickly as she had come there. Time to go say hi to the fiddle player.

Purgatory was a calm place. A haven for souls, even if they'd probably rather not be there. Reapers could keep them calm 9 times out of 10, and they could be sorted. Primarily, it was a calm, grassy field with buildings dotting the land. A modernized castle was clearly the building that stood out the most, though no souls were near it.

With a sigh, Lady Death appeared on top of the castle manor house and snapped her fingers, bringing Johnny D. forth.

"Back again? You should try to not die so often, dear," she mused, looking up at the man, "One of these days, I might decide to keep you around a while longer... And here I was going to meet you in person for once. I haven't done that in a very, very long time..." Death chuckled, smiling sweetly at the man. He was so endearing despite how much of a pain in the rear he was.

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[WeaselThor]

Spoiler: Atom Smasher

To say he wasnt expecting the hit would be an understatement. He barely had time to register this new radiation signature before it smashed him through a few walls and into the neighbors coffee table. He didnt even need to hear the voice to realize what had happened. If he hadn't increased the density of his atoms when he entered the home he may have gotten a broken jaw, but even with a Hyperdense body he still had the taste of blood in his mouth. "You know what old man...i'm actually happy to see you, the way my life has been going lately i could use some time to vent. What say we take this to OUR playing field." he gathered his remaining Energy and let it erupt from his feet shooting himself into the air with a small radiation free nuclear blast.

He flew like a bullet straight up in the air, easily reaching escape velocity. He didnt even have to look and see if Deadstar was following him. The old man taught him most of what he knew, and most assuredly knew that leaving Atom smasher alone with distance between them was just asking for one of his trademark re-entry attacks. But more importantly they wouldn't wipe out a canadian neighborhood with their brawl. He finally let himself slow down once he left the earths atmosphere. He promptly closed his airways and began to pump high energy radioactive signatures into his lungs. Space mode as he called it used to be hard to maintain, but by now he could do so almost as easily as breathing. Better yet it cost him next to no power as he could recharge off of the suns powerful radiation.

"Come on old man. Lets see if you can remember how to fight properly." he said challengingly. He knew that he would have a problem dealing with the man but if he could last long enough for his ship to hone in on his radiation signature then he could end the battle AND bring deadstar in. A feat that would get him some much needed publicity.
Djinni

 

[Deathkitten]

Spoiler: Missing Psychiatrist

The psychiatrist's house somewhere in Victoria, Canada, not far off from the Supervillain Detention Facility.

Time: 15:36
Location: Victoria, Canada
At Scene: Superhero Atom Smasher and a very scared psychiatrist, Joseph Rangly
Threat Level: Four
Known Threats: Deadstar and Gravedigger

So much for having a house... or air in his lungs.

The blast rocked the frame of the house, the secondary blast assuring that everything was turned to rubble. He barely got his little barrier up in time, a psychic bubble that was ringing from the force. Even though he managed to keep it up, he was coughing and wheezing come his landing down below in the unexpected caverns.

It took at least a moment for the dust to settle enough for him to be able to see the figure a small ways off. He could feel him before he saw him. He could feel his damned mind.

"You!?" he squeaked out, now even more desperate to keep up his little forcefield, "I hoped to never see you again. This is your fault?? The... you aren't with the OA, I thought? Why the fuck are you trying to kill me?" He barely had to ask. The most likely reason was the same reason everyone ended up threatening his life, especially the big villains... and he was pretty much as big as they got. All the same, he pushed his way into the man's mind firmly, speaking mentally, Leave me alone. I don't need your extra trouble or whatever twisted sort of help you're trying to bring my way. I am not helping you, either.

 

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[Djinni]

Spoiler: Deadstar and Gravedigger

Deadstar
Oh yeah. This is it. Right on to the good stuff. Things were going as predicted; of course, the hero took it to a safe area where less property would be damaged. All those hero concerns are what really weighed it down. So he took the fight elsewhere, somewhere he could cut loose... Which is just what Deadstar wanted. "Oh, you'll get to vent alright. You'll vent the life right out of your veins." Replied the old mentor, grinning. He gathered energy up at his feet, saving the radiation from the rocket upwards, too... For at least a hundred feet, when a voice spoke in his head. {Come now. You're going to let Atom Smasher control what battlefield you fight in? I thought you were supposed to be the teacher,} teased his employer. "Well, what would you recommend?" Asked the quickly irritated fighter. {Battles are won in the mind, not the flesh. Here, take this.} He sent a radiation blast up, a heavy one, one that would mimic his approach for at least a few seconds. It'dbe enough to fool his student for maybe four seconds before it lost enough oomph to clearly be perceived as a decy.

Feeling a warp gate popping up above him, he caught what appeared to be a... What the fuck...? A baby carrier, the kind that holds an infant on your chest, but this one was double set. A holster on front and... Back. "... You are one fucked up guy, you know that?" Deadstar asked. He was hardly the most moral person on the planet, but this was... Way past the line. If he wanted to run things this way, he'd just pop on over to a populated area. {Land and armor up, Deadstar. He won't touch you as long as you keep on the move. You'll be all but invincible if you keep your movements eratic.} Deadstar sighed and suddenly began to wonder what he got himself into... But clearly, if he was willing to do this, there was no backing out now. He could just hope his new boss wasn't as gut-wrenching as he seemed.

Oh well. There were orders to follow. Keep it erratic and use his... Armor... Effectively. Upon landing, he found two screaming, wailing figures on the ground. It tugged at his paternal instincts, what kind of monster would drag infants into a super-fight? He threw them into their holders, which turned out to be rather tight and with far more straps than normal. Redundant straps, even, made of steel cable. Upon closer examination, it seemed like the whole thing was made of metal or metal infused materials; it couldn't safely be cut. "Hey, wise guy, what if he pulls 'em off?" He said as he mounted the... Unconventional armor into place. {That's why you don't let him close and make his shots as inaccurate as possible. Should that fail, you can always go nuclear before he can get the babies to safety. There's nowhere safe he could bring them before you could blow them apart in an aoe, and he knows it. Besides, these babies come armed, too. If they leave contact with your skin without you saying "Intestinal Loquat", they won't need your input.} "Great, make me more of an accomplice in child murder." He said as he fully secured the last child into place. {Drum up a bit more gusto, eh? Before I think that you're reneging on your contract.} An image flashed before his mind. Nothing he fully understood, or had time to, but whatever it was... He didn't want any part of it. "R-right..." He cleared his throat and focused, head back in the game, attempting to shake the icy grip of... Whatever he saw. This guy said he was part of the OA. What else did he expect from someone who'd do what they've done? But the money was too good to pass up, and he remembered a little adage. "If something sounds too good to be true, it probably is."

About six seconds was the length of the whole exchange, and being the professional he was, Deadstar knew he had to take even more advantage, where possible. Gotta play up the threat, even if he hurt these babies on a direct order and nothing less. A heavy charge up of energy gathered in his palms, the kind that would go off real dangerous like if he got distracted. Say, by a heel drop. He could feel the reentry; the hot burn of radiation was apparent as he rushed through the atmosphere like a nuke, right on target. "May wanna belay that! It'd be a right shame if anyone got hurt here today. My employer seems to think that playtime is off, sorry." He said, his voice strong and authoritative, but someone as familiar with him as Atom Smasher was would know something off about it, like he wasn't into it anymore. Combined with the words, that should stop his drop attack, at least enough to investigate. This wasn't like Dead Star, and any hero worth his salt would know what he's getting into first... And Atom Smasher was a good one. The OA's plan was sound, in the worst ways.

Grave Digger
What fun this was. The psych was in his head, quickly, but he had some particularly screwed up imagery to present for just the occasion. Even if he wasn't reading his mind, he could present them so they were hard to ignore. "Tsk tsk, Good Doctor Rangely. That's no way to greet a former patient. Don't you wonder how I've been?" He asked as he bought time while shifting magic in the air. "Oh. I'm sorry. I think our time is up." Before him appeared... A nightmare, a daydream. The most sensual of lovers and horrid of tormentors. Love and hate and death and life and chaos and chaos and chaos and chaos and chaos and...

The row of runes he'd created from energy, runes crafted from the deepest of Alois travels and most maddening, most eldritch exploration of magic, slowly dissolved into nothingness... Along with the sanity of any unprepared observers. It did quite a number on one's mind to see these things without proper precautions over time. Enough of a number to drop a bubble with about five seconds of exposure. From there, it was a casual stroll and gunshot away before the good Doctor was a corpse, and his soul captured. "Don't worry though. I can arrange our next session quite quickly, I think." A satisfied grin and warp gate later, Alois pung Deadstar with a simple "all done here" kind of feeling. {Do go on as long as you'd like. Just don't forget to say the disarming word before you let them go. I worked quite hard on those dummies. They look like a real baby in all terms of examination except the soul, and that would take someone with a bit of experience, too. But if you say "Unending Damnation", there's a fun little effect. The rig comes off and everything.I'd get away pretty fast, though. It opens brings in some pretty nasty company.}

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[Deathkitten]

Spoiler: University Robbery - Train Tracks

Time: 15:35
Location: Train Tracks near Columbia Distributing
At Scene: Superhero Siren and Superhero White Knight. An unknown Supervillain.
Threat Level: Unknown
Known Threats: Unknown Supervillain.

This wasn't really as fun as he was imagining it would be. The tracks were clear... for now. No train. No cars to worry about. He knew supers would be on his ass soon, though. He was ready for them. He wasn't looking forward to it, but he was ready all the same.

It was only a matter of time. They were gaining on him. Just his luck to find a pair.

Concern raced to his eyes for only a moment before he emotionlessly raised the large gun level with them and blasted off a massive round. Not to hit them, he reminded himself mentally, only their bikes need destroying right now. Almost immediately after the first shot, he made sure to pull the trigger on the railgun a second time, aiming for the other of the two bikes.

"You chose wrong," he called out, voice steady with a hint of a New Zealand accent, almost robot-like or possessed in quality, "You'll find I'm not the one with the object you seek once I'm apprehended... if I'm apprehended. To be fair to myself, I've hardly got any idea how I stack up against you two. I'm unlucky enough to have garnered two Supers' attention. A shame. Do be assured, however... if I do win, I'll leave you alive."

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