Fantasy Superhero World ~ Other

[Deathkitten]

Story adjacent stuff that would be distracting in the main Superhero World RP thread, you can post here. Everything written here is still assumed to be canon.
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[Deathkitten]

~Guiren Nyverk: Calamity Force~​

They won. Guiren glanced over at his lawyer, Ms. Norman, in awe. They won. When he had been taken into custody, he was sure that he was done for. His hometown hated superpowered people, hero or not. The vigilante expected nothing to be different here. But things are different here. The court had released him with a warning; he didn't even get community service! Guiren wasn't a lawyer, but he was pretty fucking sure that his sentence was a miracle. That's because I had one hell of a lawyer. Guiren watched at Ms. Norman neatly packed up her papers. It seemed a bit unfair that she wasn't getting paid. While the woman herself seemed content with providing her services free of charge, it didn't sit right with Guiren. Especially with what I'm gonna ask her next. "Hey uh," the vigilante fumbled over his words for a moment, unused to asking for help. "Thanks for making sure I didn't go to jail...can I ask you for a favor though? I'll totally owe you one! I just need help with registering to be a hero..." His words trailed off as he noticed people who were milling around staring at him. He flinched and pulled his hood over his head. Quietly, Guiren continued, "I'm not too good with forms and stuff; 'specially when they have hard questions. I really do wanna be a hero, but if I wanna avoid getting arrested again I gotta do it the right way." The courtroom was nearly empty but he still felt invisible eyes staring at him. Feeling exposed, the vigilante stuffed his hands-hand- into his hoodie pocket and forced his gaze to remain on Ms. Norman. Please say yes...As much as he didn't like the idea of not being his own boss anymore, he liked the thought of jail even less. I got lucky this time, I won't get this lucky again. Osuka

(( Kyrenka 's post reposted here.))

 

[WeaselThor]

Spoiler: Johnny D - Backstage

As he left the VIP room and made his way down the hallway towards the backstage when he heard blue run up talking like the bundle of nerves she was. He grinned immediately formulating plans for her. "Follow me backstage, i may need help on a song or two. You can read music right?" as the hallway gave way to double doors which the security team opened revealing an entirely empty stage. A thick red curtain seperated the stage from the gathering crowds. Rather than wait for a response from muse he went straight to work, each step he took a copy of him stepped into a different direction when he stood in the center five other johnny's worked on spawning drums, speakers, a bass guitar, an electric guitar, even a piano. Everything was in place within a minute or two and the johnny's then gathered around discussing the order and the songs that would be played. It quickly became apparent why his concerts were always keeping people guessing. By now the real johnny had made his way to the gang of clone Johnny's. As he approached he spawned a triangle dangling from a chain with a tiny metal rod for striking it. Pointing the triangle at them he rattled off a style to each one as he dinged the instrument and their clothes and hair changed into a different style. "Your Rock Johnny, Punk Johnny, Rapper Johnny, Hippie Johnny, Old school Johnny, and im fancy Johnny." the other Johnny's began to grumble about him always being fancy Johnny illiciting a raised eeyebrow from the original as each one went to their instruments, tuning and checking them thoroughly. Finally he turned to muse and struck the triangle saying "Fancy backup Vocals" changing her current outfit into and elegant blue and silver dress fit for the stage. He then tossed the triangle over his shoulder where it disentigrated into magical sparkles. The rod he turnied into a comb which he ran through his hair once and it perfected his tussled hair sending a shimmering wave down his head and continuing all the way down his body straightening his tie, buttoning his suit, tucking in his shirt, creasing his pants, and finally shining his shoes. "Someone with your talents belongs on stage, so your coming with me." as he spoke he gathered up his magical energies preparing for the show. Each of his dopplgangers did the same enchanting their instruments to fire off desired spells at desired times. Occasionally glancing up to the top of the curtain. If muse traced their gaze she would see why, atop the curtain a digital clock counted down the last ten minutes until the curtain would open. A whistle from above revealed another Johnny in the rafters at the controls for the lights and effects giving them all a thumbs up indicating he was ready. The original johnny in the center returned the thumbs up then gestured for Muse to stand back a bit beside the extra microphone.
Deathkitten
(Anyone else who wants to attend the concert.)
(Muse's Dress

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[Deathkitten]

Spoiler: Muse

Note: This is happening in the next hour or so in rp.

~Muse~​

Muse's cheeks flushed, almost stopping following him before she jogged up again to make up the distance. He wanted her to what? "I... uh... y-yeah. I know how to read music," she muttered, panic rising. She had never been on stage. Of all people, he wanted her to come on stage? With him? Today made absolutely no sense. No sense at all. She stared at the red curtain for a long few seconds, the crowd starting to gather on the other side a bustle of talking and shuffling. How long was it until the concert?

When she looked back, he was splitting himself up. Her eyes went wide and she opened her mouth as if to say something about it, but closed it immediately afterwards with a cute little "hm".

He came to her, however, with his strange triangle. She squeaked, looking down at her outfit as it changed and blood rushed into her cheeks once more. "F-fancy backup vocals?" she stammered, looking at him in horror. Her fingers futzed with the dress, looking down at it sparkling. This wasn't like anything she had ever owned... or even seen in person. She wasn't one for fancy dresses usually.

She was shaking, but nodded a little at his words, even if she didn't agree with them. She glanced up at the clock with fear as she stood beside the extra microphone. "I.. I guess I'll do it. Not really much choice at this point. I'll try my best..." she said, mostly to herself as she eyed the microphone. It'd be fine. It'd be horrifying and scary and awful, but it'd be fine. Once she got into the music, she'd forget the crowd was even there. Hopefully. Hah, this was terrifying.

(( WeaselThor Lady Death is in the front rows.))

 

[Osuka]

Violet Norman-Esquire

With the fact that the case she had chosen was not only pro-bono, but also rushed considering the fact she didn't have much time for pre-discovery investigations on her part into the Prosecution's "Evidence," which she was flabbergasted to find was horridly lacking, she was surprised that she had won it - even though the Prosecution ended up making no motions against her client, Mr. Nyverk. With the prosecution not present, most usually, things moved to either a Jury vote, or the Judge themselves could make a ruling if the Jury was hung. She could only suppose that the opening statement was really the only thing that was needed to cinch the case with an absent prosecution, though usually the trial would either be held at some later point, or tossed out entirely. If anything, to the other lawyers at least, this would give them a bit of publicity. It might stimulate their intake of cases and make them more money, but to say that was her primary interest would make her scrunch her nose, which wasn't often in the public eye. This, in itself, was more of a need to prove that the system could be fair, even if the charges were fairly obvious for his actions without any kind of digging.

"It's about time we left the courtroom, Mr. Nyverk," she began, standing up and gesturing for him to go first. "It would be rude to the next group, and is frowned upon if we were to linger. We'll sort out your papers in the main lobby, which I have, and submit them to the front desk afterward. They won't take long since I'll be writing for you. You'll just have to sign your name at the end and we'll be finished."

She would wait until he headed out to stride beside him out the doors, taking a left down the corridor before heading down sets of staircases and seating herself in the lobby. After she had seated herself, making the motion itself seem more of a fluid, graceful end to a dance rather than the normal plopping motion and crossing her legs, she'd pull the stack of forms from her bag, a pen from her hair, and click it to eject the tip.

"So, Mr. Nyverk," she, again, started with a small smile. "Tell me what you can of your abilities. I already have your age, mailing address, and your social, per our agreement before court in order to file what was required. We can eat after to celebrate your victory in court."

Kyrenka

 

[WeaselThor]

Spoiler: Johnny D - 1st set

As the last seconds began to count down, purplish fog began to fall from the rafters as Effects Johnny wiggled his fingers over the stage then sprinted to the front half of the walkway spawning a conductors wand and standing at the ready with the curtains pull rope in hand. Old school johnny assumed his position at the front of the group and looked back to the opposite side of the stage at the squad of costumed Johnny's hooking up the ropes to each other. Fancy Johnny looked back at muse and winked at her turning back just in time for the curtain to raise and for the stadium to fill with the roars and cheers of tens of thousands. His eyes instantly found lady death's and he grinned his usual cocky half smile.



On the base Rock johnny started striking the chords immediately and old school Johnny materialized an electric violin. Meanwhile effects johnny began to swirl the wand causing the mist to condense and coalesce into a opague image of the earth before zooming in to a small town in Georgia. Soon after old school Johnny and started sawing on the violin in sync with punk johnny who began to hammer out a steady rhythm. Finally fancy johnny began to sing out in a southern accent. As he started one of the costumed Johnny's with red skin, huge horns ,a pair of black angel wings, with the lower half of a goat was swung in hovering over the the small town made up of the smoke which floated a few feet above the heads of the crowd. He swung about above the crowd before coming back towards the stage and stopping in front of old school johnny to deliver his own lines in sync with fancy johnny creating a two toned voice for the "Devil". Making motions to obviously sell the goading nature of the coversation. Fancy johnny retorted and then both sang in unison as the rest of the Johnny's played for a few seconds.

When fancy Johnny mentioned the "Band of demons" the other Costumed Johnny's backstage fluttered out with their own instruments circling old school Johnny and heckling him with the devil johnny as they played. Yet as they played old school Johnny's grin grew and grew. When they finally finished and fancy Johnny gave the line for the rebuttal Old school johnny began to play the Electric violin which crackled with electricity firing out several bolts as he played which struck the demons Johnny's causing them to poof into smoke when his solo ended devil johnny was let down onto the stage where he bowed and slid a violin case over to oldschool johnny who then resumed the final solo this time dancing around devil johnny and heckling him all the way backstage where effects Johnny used the tailors triangle to change their costumes to match fancy Johnny's for a later set. When the song came to an end they slid in behind fancy Johnny in the exact same outfit but with stark white masks covering their faces. Meanwhile effects johnny caused the smokey mist to shimmer and condence in front of the stage blocking the view of the set while they changed positions and instruments for the next song.
Deathkitten
(Anyone else who wants to view the concert.)

 

[WeaselThor]

Spoiler: Frank Stein

As frank stood impatiently in the line of the Shake Shack his turn finally came and he made the order. "Two Quadruple Shack burgers, One smoke shack, a single shack burger, three bacon cheese fries, and Four large Sweet teas." the cashier looked flabergasted at the large man's order but the gnarled face that stared back at his made him think twice before asking about his appetite. While he was waiting an older fellow approached him and said "Aint you that retired hero, ya know the famous zombie one? Yeah you are, Man my kid had so many of your toys when he was little." the two old men stood chatting about old times until their food came and frank said bye to him before vanishing with only a muffled Pop sound announcing his departure.

That very same Pop sound announced his pressence in the lobby of the court. If the sound wernt familiar enough for Violet then the trudging, lopsidded, heavy steps he made would be sure to do the trick. If both alluded her then his addressing her would get her attention. "How one sided was it this time V?" he said sitting carefully in the last chair at the table which gave an audible creaking sound in protest. He then began to distribute the food giving Violet the Shack burger, the kid the smoke shack, and each person a drink and fries. He kept the two quadruple burgers and two large teas then promptly dug in as if he were a starving bear. Turning he looked at the client, "Lucky break huh lil dude?" he said with a tone like that of a cynical grandpa. Turning back to Violet he said "You got the reciept for service? I know its pro bono, but i happen to have a guy to reimburse us who has a interest in this case." he was of course referring to Sir glory, the billionaire who happened to be the biggest contributor to the rehabilitation program other than the U.S government.
Osuka
Kyrenka

 

[Kyrenka]

~Guiren Nyverk: Calamity Force~​

Just as Ms. Norman said, other people were lingering by the entrance of the courtroom, waiting for the remaining people from his trial to vacate the room. Their eyes seemed to burn into him, and he lowered his gaze. Right, time to leave. Keeping his hooded head down, Guiren made his way out of the courtroom with the clicking of Ms. Norman's heels following close behind. After he exited the courtroom itself, the former vigilante hesitated in the unfamiliar hallways before continuing towards where he remembered the lobby to be. He apparently remembered the path correctly because before he knew it they were in the lobby. Ms. Norman gracefully sat down on a nearby chair and fluidly removed a pen from her hair. With much less grace, Guiren plopped into the chair next to his lawyer and leaned over her shoulder to stare at the stack of papers she now held. "So, Mr. Nyverk." The former vigilante finally made eye-contact with the woman next to him, the latter offering him an encouraging smile as she continued. "Tell me what you can of your abilities. I already have your age, mailing address, and your social, per our agreement before court in order to file what was required. We can eat after to celebrate your victory in court."

Guiren stared dumbly at her. Eat? Like together? He suddenly felt his skin crawl and he shifted in an attempt to make the sensation stop. Why? Is this what lawyers do? He used to watch crime shows when he was younger, and the officers always became great friends with the victims they helped. He had always thought that that was fake, especially after the hostility cops displayed towards him back home, but was that just something else that was wrong with his hometown? What was normal? Belatedly, Guiren realized that he had been making a blank expression at Ms. Norman for too long. "Uh," the former vigilante cleared his throat awkwardly as he tried to recall her questions. "I can...move things?" Bringing his hand out of his hoodie's pocket, Guiren analyzed his palm as he experimentally flexed it. "I don't know how to describe it, but I move things. I'm pretty shit at it though so I just..." The dark-haired man mimed a punch as he said, "...punch things? Really hard. With my powers." Feeling uncertain, he glanced back at Ms. Norman and said, "Am I explaining this right?"

Fuck, he felt so out of depth right now. Fighting he could do; fighting he was good at! He came alive when he could do something, but right now he couldn't really do anything. He barely knew how to fill out all these work and tax forms by himself, but he had even less experience in being gentle with people. Guiren was all edges and scathing rebuttals, not courteous conversation. He wasn't meant to interact with normal people; he hurts normal people. I probably look like an awkward fucking loser. He remembered bullying one such kid; some boy who could barely look his peers in the eyes, much less talk to someone. Guiren remembered making him cry. Guess this is karma. His right arm itched, and his left made an aborted movement to scratch it before remembering that there was nothing there. I need a new fucking arm. Honestly, he was getting really sick of his arm not being there. Are new arms a perk of being a superhero? The dark-haired man wanted to ask, but decided against it. She's already helping me too much.

Osuka Deathkitten

 

[Deathkitten]

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Spoiler: Death

~ Lady Death ~
She looked out of place, a wanderer with a tattered but beautiful dress, attractive in an ethereal way, and very small. To most, it would be clear she was one of these "Supers" that the mortals talked about so very often. She found the whole dance interesting, a mixture between the sort of power that gods and goddesses held and the natural human. All the same, she couldn't help but smirk a little at the attention she got as she walked up to the building that her favorite little musician would be playing at. The blue afterglow that trailed behind her caught almost as many eyes as she herself did. Once there, however, it was made clear that he had prepared for her arrival. A seat for her. How sweet, how cute.

The seat was very near to the front of the stage, and as she gingerly sat down, she gazed up at it. This was something that she didn't have in Purgatory. A stage. It was massive, and it made the person sitting before it feel so small, whereas it made the one on it feel larger than life. A fantastical invention of ancient times. She was happy it was one of the things humans decided to continue to keep around in much the same form as before.

The crowd flowed in slowly, a shuffle of bodies. Many eyes were on her still, but it was far subdued. Now, the focus was on Johnny D., and the cacophony of screams showed that something was about to begin. Curtain lifted, the show began, and his eyes met hers.

She couldn't help but laugh at the first song he chose to play. Oh, of course, he'd do this one. Her face lit up with a sweet little smile, watching him and his clones like a proud lover might.

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On the edge of the stadium, ushers were still escorting people to their seats. This included two unorthodox individuals. "Sirs," the skinny waif of an usher spoke up over the sound of the concert to them, "May I take a look at your tickets? I can point you to the right seat." If they did, he would do exactly that, and with haste.

WeaselThor

 

[Deathkitten]

((Still exists.))

 

[Deathkitten]

((Posting here so I don't lose it.))