Villains & Heroes II: Endless Battle: RP Thread

[Hollycrest]

The girl sank to her knees from the oncoming hail of drones. The red light from Omnitron's rapidly melting eye was blinding, prompting her to shield her face with her hands in a last moment of desperation as the laser fired.
A few seconds passed.
She was still breathing.
Confused, she opened her eyes, only to find that a humanoid metal figure was standing between her, Fission and the blast, parting it on either side of them. Once the robot was done, the figure immediately sprang into action cutting down various drones and golems whilst she watched, dumbfounded.
She was snapped out of her trance by Fission screaming in pain next to her. A bullet had grazed him. Before long, he was out cold.
"Okay, whoa...I gotcha." She stood back, reached out with her arms and slammed her palms together. The resulting clap produced a sound wave that was more than enough to send the chair away from him. With that, she half-lifted, half-dragged Fission away in an attempt to find a safer area for him to be in his state.

DailyRoLord archur GearBlade654

 

[archur]

Omnitron​

Does not compute. Damage origin impossible, reconfiguring.

Omnitron could only watch as his drones were being hacked to pieces by the strange figure who seemingly took his rending laser without as much as a second thought, and proceeded to engage hand to hand combat. The superior intelligence of Omnitron planned for everything, except this. Especially not this. Omnitron, knowing what's best for their own self preservation, began to slowly turn around, and saunter away, steam and electricity spewing from it's underbelly, it's drone's numbers rapidly falling from the combine onslaught of two armored figures.

Right through the tall walls of the ruined airport he went, making his march to the sea. He wasn't far, and he was on his literal last legs. Now is the time to strike!

The Knight
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Another came charging at him, forcing him to duck under the slow attack of the metal man, most likely the strange work of Lithillheim. He retaliated with a stab to the sternum of the creature, sending sparks and black liquid down the length of his blade. More plinking noises rang on his armor. He couldn't understand why, or how those noises were being produced, or why his armor kept making the noise, but he kept on, slicing and hacking through the men who strangely stood still despite knowing they were being charged at. Why? Were they daft? One such metal figure was launched through the air, and landed flat on the spider's leg, where it stopped, bursting into pieces. Another combatant, it seemed, and one that was destroying these metal creatures. Strange, maybe he did have allies in this place. What were the rules of this new world? Where is he?

He asked himself these questions as more and more metal men we felled by his blade, until there was little more than sliced and pummeled remains of the poor saps that called themselves soldiers. The spider that hung overhead however, had seen enough, and decided to walk right through a nearby wall, opening his vision past it, and to a large black field of stone, and fire. Chaos.

Hawkwood found himself investigating the area, walking through the fire and carnage that surrounded him. Thrown seats, burning piles of rubble and... remains of people. People. They were dotted everywhere. In pieces. In each other's arms. In peace. Dead. He heard a bit of shuffling, and noticed two such people in a circle of chairs. A woman, nay, a girl, over a boy. They must be lovers.

He brought himself to them, standing over the two, watching. He couldn't understand. Death. Why? Why had it come here? Is this what life was now, after he failed to stop the Blackguard from taking the world? This is what happened. He could only assume. He knelt in front of the girl.

"I can only apologize for the death of your lover, dear." He said gravely. His gaze was fixed on the body that was at both of their feet. Plenty of his own comrades have fallen in the name of evil before, but nothing like this. The absolute carnage caused here by those evil metal men was nothing like he had seen before. He clenched the pendant he was given in his hand, tightly. A soft glow came from betwixt his fingers, emanating the same aura he had felt in the lake.

He could only grip the pendant harder, and slam the sword he held in his hand into the stone under him in frustration. The same glow from the pendant vanished, and expanded outwards, that soft aura giving those within a tingling feeling, their skin mending and cleansing itself.

James however, was still angry. Frustrated. He had seen many die, and the sanctum he was promised only had more death. "I CANNOT BEAR TO SEE MORE DEAD!" He proclaimed. He stood, and turned to the fleeing, pitiful spider. It must be the cause of this, this death.

"I WILL END YOU, FIEND!" He shouted to it, shaking his fist. He sheathed his sword, and walked over the rubble and fire, out the massive hole, where he stood, watching the creature. It was escaping. He wished he had his steed with him, but he had to set him free during the raid on Raven's Peak.

He could only watch as the monster slowly trudged away. He could not leave the dead behind without proper burial. Already, he could see the angels up above, come to retrieve the dead and bring them to be judged at the gates of heaven.

This was wrong. Chaos reigned, and he was the single bastion of light in this dark place. He grimaced under his helmet as he questioned his own beliefs.

DailyRoLord Hollycrest GearBlade654

 

[Hollycrest]

The girl stuffed Fission into a corner of the station that had remained untouched.
"Okay..." Just as she was about to turn around, she came face to face with the man in the metal armor.

"I can only apologize for the death of your lover, dear."

She raised an eyebrow. "Umm...excuse me? I'll have you know that I have way better standards. Also, he's not dead, just unconscious." She stepped past him and watched as Omnitron started to flee.
"Thanks for taking out all those drones, but there's no way in hell I'm letting that thing get away after all this." With that, she sprang through the hole in the airport wall that Omnitron had made and took off after it.

Before it could reach the sea, she slammed her foot against the ground to throw up another shockwave and hit Omnitron from the side, attempting to throw it off balance.

archur DailyRoLord GearBlade654

 

[archur]

Omnitron​

Does... Not... Compute...

The machine lurched sideways as it was hit by a wave of sonic energy, sending the wobbling form of Omnitron collapsed. Despite the pure processing power, superior technology, and weeks of tactical study, heroes were simply too unpredictable, too illogical for Omnitron to understand. And there, it sat, it's battered frame simply crumpled against the runway pavement.

If I cannot kill humans in this state, then I cannot exist.

With a few different activations of various security checks, the massive factory robot's eyes found themselves turning from a bright red to a soft crimson, then to a gray, the dim light shutting off. The steam still streamed out of the frame of the beast, only faster now, as it detonated, the shrapnel of the machine being sent in every which way direction.

Omnitron, was no more.

The Knight
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He watched as the air rippled, and sent the spider careening to the ground, it's untimely fall only punctuated moments later with a massive plume of flame. It was fantastic to watch, but alien to him. He had never seen such slaughter created on a whim of a metal thing, only to just simply have it disappear in the blink of an eye. The ground seemed like a fine place to sit down.

James did what he could do. Absorb. Absorb the slaughter and carnage that he had been sent to, the 'sanctum' that had been promised to him by the legendary Lady of the Lake. Maybe Lithillheim was right. Maybe she was a illusion that had just sent him to the deepest reaches of hell, where burning flesh and destruction perpetuates the very salted earth. He stabbed his sword into the ground, and drew his legs into his chest. He had only experienced sorrow for the past few months. Watching comrades he had trained personally be dragged screaming into the dead of night, only to press on in the morning. To find a savior, only to have said savior betray you, and send you to fight monsters you know nothing about, to defend people he only found connection to for the sake that they were people.

He was alone, thrust into hell by his 'savior'.

Strange sirens rang out, and more machines in the air descended to pick up the dying and dead. Men stepped past his form to retrieve more and more people still trapped within the rubble, counting the bodies, the hospital beds, the broken families. And all James could do was sit, and watch as they did their work.

And so, the battle was over. The heroes won. But at what cost?

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[Hollycrest]

The girl stared at the wreckage for a moment before turning back to the airport. Bodies littered the pavement, promptly being cleaned up by the emergency crew.
"I still don't think any amount of beautiful scenery is worth something like this...if I could move out of here, I would. But something tells me the rest of the world would accept someone like me even less."

She returned to where she had stashed Fission's incapacitated form and hoisted him to his feet.
"Alright, 'hero'. Let's get you to a hospital. Then later, you're gonna tell me what I have to do to make myself a hero."
As she helped Fission out of the wrecked airport, she turned to the man in knight armor.
"Hey...I don't know who you are, but something tells me you don't necessarily belong here. You can come with us if you want." Finally, she turned to Gear, who looked a bit worse for wear.

"I don't think I can get him all the way to the hospital by myself; wanna help?" She moved along with Fission in tow, not waiting for an answer.

"I guess my first step to being a hero is coming up with a cool name...how about...Dynamo? Yeah, that works."

With that settled, Dynamo half strode, half limped off into the sunset.

(This is probably my final post in the arc, unless anyone wants to reply and ask her anything.)

archur GearBlade654 DailyRoLord

 

[DailyRoLord]

[I will post the time skip tomorrow if there are no replies.]

 

[GearBlade654]

Gear
Status: K.O.
Armor Status: Repairing
Gear's berserker rage faded as he witnessed the machine fall. Satisfied that Omnitron was gone, he slowly crumpled to his knees. He had taken far too many AP rounds past his armor-not to mention that first laser had made it gone past his armor and struck... whatever was past the armor.
And there was only so much that the Clockwork Champion could take before he finally fell. He thankfully wasn't dead-he'd been struck by far worse back then-but a lot more than enough to render him unconscious.
But before Gear went down, he could hear the bewildered mutterings of the medical staff at the scene.

 

[archur]

The Knight
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"I suppose." Was his only reply to the strange girl, and what was most certainly not her lover. Brother? Husband? Most likely the last, but he heard musings of having "a better taste." Berry picking must still be quite popular in hell then. He quit staring straight ahead to nowhere, before picking himself up and using his sword to help steady himself. He gave her a curt nod as he introduced himself.

"Sir James Hawkwood, Captain of the Ravens." He chuckled to himself, a somewhat forced, sad chuckle, if you could even call the attempt a chuckle. "You're the second woman I had found to be of worth and grit today. Are you here to curse me too?" He gave her the same half-hearted chuckle again, as if she were missing an inside joke that was soaring over her head. He sheathed his blade as he began to follow.

"Might as well then." He said to himself, and with a grunt, he helped Dynamo shoulder the weight of Fission. "Might you have a place for a man like me to sleep? I had asked this of The Lady, but she sent me here as some sort of punishment, I can only assume." He cleared his throat. "I know this is beyond asking, but I can only ask since... This place... Is very much different than my home."

 

[Hollycrest]

The girl glanced at the knight with mild bewilderment.
"Yeah...I gathered that much by what you're wearing. Well, James Hawkwood, Captain of the Ravens, I'm not quite sure what that means, but you can call me Dynamo. As for sleep accommodations...I'll do the best that I can for you." She replied bluntly.

archur

 

[DailyRoLord]

Timeskip: 7 Days
The date is July 4th, 2025 (But there are no fireworks in Heroica. ). Citizens are enjoying the nice day out today. The time is 7:00 in the morning. A nice day it is, but just watch, because storm clouds can always come.

MegaMetro News

Mass Killing at Airport
This week, reporters arrived at the MegaMetro International Airport to witness the aftermath of a chaotic battle between a robot and heroes. A robotic machine arrived at the airport, killing many citizens and travelers from other lands. Heroes arrived soon, but damage had been done.

In addition, another attack, at the same time, was inflicted upon the MegaMetro University for Non-Superhumans. Authorities have reason to believe the two attacks were connected.

A lot of physical damage was done on the airport. All flights coming in during the battle were redirected. The airport remains closed, and thousands of flights have been cancelled. Tourists will now have to redirect their flights to the Southern Coast Airport, located not too far north from MegaMetro.

Investigations will begin soon into tracking where the robot came from, and its origins. No public responses will be released until significant information is acquired.

Rlod Ciamgro^{At the Devil’s Cult HQ}
The leader of the Devil’s Cult, accompanied by two royal guards, took long steps down the golden carpet of the throne room. The entire Cult was waiting. Two weeks had passed, and no response from the idiot Mayor. Did he think that Rlod Ciamgro, the leader of the Devil’s Cult, would just forget? No.

As he made his way into the platform right outside of the throne room, he was met with thundering applause from the entire Cult. Everyone was watching him from below. Ciamgro snapped his fingers, and his voice became loud.

“Today, we shall bring an end to the problems and chaos in this world!”

You may make any conclusion posts for Minor Arc 1. You can also do any posts or interactions between 6/27/2025 and 7/4/2025.

archur Hollycrest doggodaily Daunting_Doggo Deathkitten IlluminatiChan @Infantstein112 The Golden General GearBlade654

 

[Deathkitten]

~ Aribella Kris Astrias ~
- 7:00 am -
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Kris flicked the paper back out of its folds, glancing at the front page again and subsequent article. Top news for today. It was too bad that she hadn't been there to assist. No use dwelling on it, though. If she dwelled on every crime she missed, she'd drive herself insane in no time. Her sleek black hair fell in front of her right shoulder as she looked up at a cute little waitress coming up to her with her coffee and bagel. Bright red eyes flicked up and down the girl before accepting her beverage with a quick, "Thank you."

These people always ended up looking like the antithesis of her. They were dressed all girly and pretty in pink and white, looking at her like she didn't belong anywhere near the cafe. Already today she got a curious question from one of them. The dreaded, "Oh, are you goth?" That then turns into a litany of reasons why they think goths are "cool" or whatever.

She took a quick sip from her coffee. Too hot still. Kris folded the paper into its neat rectangles, picking up the bagel afterwards to take a rather happy bite out of it. 7am was not her cup of tea, or coffee as it was in this case. She was a night owl, and for good reason. Typically, she preferred to do her work at night since that's when she was best at it. The recent events at the airport had her schedule all sorts of flipped around, and today was no different.

Her family wanted her to visit, since they always got concerned with new villain activity given what had happened before with her Father. They could be the sort to worry about it even when they were miles away from what happened. Still, she couldn't blame them, and of course obliged, but it sucked that they had such normal schedules. Another sip of coffee tested the heat as she debated what to do today. She'd be fine once she had a minute to get caffeine in her system.

Unlike most, she wasn't enjoying the nice day out today. She could do with a few more clouds... heck, even raining would be nicer than a sunny day to her. Kris was rather pale, adding to her monochromatic appearance, since she spent most of her time awake at night away from the tanning sun. That was one positive, she supposed as she glanced back at the paper idly, perhaps she'd get a bit of color to her skin since she was awake during the daytime.

 

[demdo_demi]

KURT JOHNSON

Upon the ledge of a random apartment building sat Kurt, who had been counting all of the cash he held in his wallet. Sitting beside him was the latest newspaper, stacked coins, and a book of inspirational quotes.

Ever since Johnson had decided to become a better person, he knew he'd need a reason to be better. If he didn't, he'd return his old ways and thieve, which was not what he wanted. So, without thinking twice, he signed himself up at the MegaMetro School for Heroes using a fake parent account he'd bought from a dealer days ago. Nowadays, Kurt's bigger habit was trying to be more responsible with his actions, so he knew he'd unknowingly try his best to attend school every week day.

Of course, to avoid suspicion and denial (since he was a dropout a few years back), his fake parent account signed up "Davis Bronco" for school. He wasn't fond of the name, but it was unique, and didn't sound like an obvious cover name. He'd also keep his Jaguar suit in his apartment. If there was any chance someone at the school recognized his old thieving costume, he wanted to make sure that chance wasn't taken. Who knows, maybe they'd issue him a new, more family-friendly costume instead?
Kurt didn't know how the school worked, so that chance was probably slim.

"58...59...60!" Kurt whispered under his breath. Just enough to afford a binder and backpack; the last two items on his list. Despite being a better person, Kurt still needed cash for his school supplies, so he may or may not have done a few more jobs for a gang. It was only his luck that these jobs didn't require blood to be spilled.

Kurt turned his head around, looking across the roof of the building. He looked back down at his wallet in his hands, and then to the book of inspirational quotes. Placing the stacked coins in his wallet and making sure he didn't leave any dollars behind, Johnson tucked his wallet in his back pocket and grabbed the book. Opening to the chapter "Better Person" (He'd bookmark that chapter earlier, considering his current situation) and read aloud a new quote.

"Maybe being broken helps you become a better person. Paige Rawl." Kurt nodded his head slowly. For the past week, he'd been reading a new quote daily. It didn't do much, but he felt relaxed after reading it aloud for a strange reason.

Johnson put the book in his jacket and looked down at the newspaper. It was a shame what happened to the citizens. Luckily those heroes were there to stop him. One day, I'll be there, helping out. Not today, not tomorrow, but one day.

. . .

A sliding door opened as Kurt approached the supply store in the Palomar Plaza. It was too early for people to shop for school supplies, so Johnson knew their "Back to School!" section wouldn't be out yet. He'd have to search the art supply aisle for a binder and the camping aisle for a backpack. He made his way past the other aisles, finally reaching the camping aisle at the end of the store and finding the backpack he had found days ago. It was blue, and it was big enough to carry a binder and maybe a lunchbox, but not too big where it'd make Kurt look like he was an ant carrying a stick.

Finding the art aisle, Kurt picked out a binder within his price rage and went to check out. Minutes later, Johnson walked out of the supply store and into the Plaza.

(Nothing much. I guess I'm open for interaction?)

 

[DailyRoLord]

Rlod Ciamgro^{At the Devil’s Cult HQ}
“At 8:00 today, our gates will open. We shall flood into their precious city, and open the hell dimension! We, together, have waited for this for nearly twenty years. A young fool who claimed to be the heir of the Devil tricked us all. But I saw through his filthy lies. I eradicated him before our foundations collapsed!

“For the past fifteen years, I have served you. Now, I bring us to what we’ve been waiting for for two decades- the opening of the hell dimension. Once opened, we will remove the problems in this world. There will be no more conflict. We will have succeeded!

“As a sacrifice to our Lord, I have brought three heroes here, in this,” he pointed to the large, covered box next to him, “cage. Truthfully, my faithful servants brought them here a decade ago. And I have been saving them for a special occasion.” The leader walked over to the box, pulling off the red cover surrounding it, and letting it fly into the crowd.

It wasn’t a box. It was a cage. The six heroes inside were gaunt and frail. Bruises could be seen scattering their faces, like splotches of muddy purple paint. The shirts and pants on their bodies were ragged. There were tears everywhere, and blood stains- some of which were dark golden brown, others were crimson red. The heroes were incredibly thin. They had been abused for the past decade. This was no surprise. And now, the members of T.E.A.M. were about to meet their demise.

[Back in V&H I, JPax created a set of characters who made up T.E.A.M., a group of three heroes. In addition, IlluminatiChan created two characters too, both of whom joined T.E.A.M. An RPer named finessekid.23 also created a character named Carter, who joined T.E.A.M. finessekid.23 went inactive and quit when we moved to the HP. IlluminatiChan and JPax both moved on to new characters. To make a reason for the abandoning of the other characters, with their permission, I said they were kidnapped by the Devil's Cult. And here they are now!]

 

[Hollycrest]

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"Okay...let's see here..."

Following the events of the metallic predicament that had plagued the city of MegaMetro exactly one week prior, the "hero" known as Dynamo was now facing a newer and much more daunting dilemma.

"How the hell do I get this thing out of the ground and back to my apartment?"

All that was left of the Metal Machine after his reign of terror was the massive metal guitar axe he had reluctantly bequeathed to Dynamo after she had rightfully beaten him in a guitar duel. The guitar itself was twice her height and about three times heavier than she was, so there was no possible way she could play it. God knew why she wanted it in the first place, but she looked it up and down as if it was her latest challenge.

Dynamo was dressed casually in a ripped denim jeans, leather combat boots and a black shirt with a heart and crossbones logo on it. With her clip-on skull earrings, the right sleeve ripped off of her T-shirt and a guitar case slung over her back, she looked just about as punk as she could get, but her hair ruined the stereotypical image. It was bright strawberry blonde and tumbled down her shoulders in neat, curly, valley girl-ish waves. She looked at the axe embedded in the concrete square outside the University for Non-Superheroes with such intensity that anyone who looked closely at her would think she was preparing to wrench it out of the ground and use it to slice a tree in half.

However, most passerby didn't pay her any mind. The few who did notice her gave her strange looks and continued on their merry way. None of them recognized her from the events with the Metal Machine and Omnitron. No one stopped for an autograph or even said that they knew her. She supposed that if she wanted to become a real hero that it was better that way, but even then it was driving her crazy.
"I know that heroes tend to conceal their identities...but it wasn't like anyone knew who I was before..."

Dynamo traced her fingers along the axe. There was no telling what the mayor or whoever was in charge would do with it if she didn't get her hands on it first. Perhaps they would declare it a memento to and dedicate it to the lives lost in the attack. As much as she felt sorry of those individuals, the very thought of the axe being anywhere other than in her possession made her visibly shudder.

"Who knows? Maybe some other crazy adventure will find me and I'll get another chance to prove myself to the real heroes of this joint. Then they'll have to accept me...right?"

Dynamo sighed and sat down, leaning against the axe and cracking open her guitar case. She plucked at the strings absent-mindedly while she brainstormed ways to get the axe out of the ground and back to her place.
"Maybe I could hire a crane? No, too conspicuous..."

(Open to interact boiii)

DailyRoLord

 

[archur]

The Knight
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With each practiced swing of his blade, he realized how strange this new world was. The walls weren't made of the same trusty stone that his beloved keep used to be made of, as evidenced by the holes in the walls. It was some cheap facsimile of the trusty materials that were so prevalent in his time, which was apparently very, very, very long ago. He sliced his blade through the air as he kept practicing in the living room, a defined clearing being his training ground. He wanted to keep himself trained and drilled like he trained his own men, but he found that the archery fields, blacksmiths, and sparring rings of his time had been easily replaced with 'casinos', 'banks', and 'restaurants'. In his time, every boy was either on the field, or in his studies. It was just a simple degradation of society, now that people couldn't just simply hunt and cook for themselves. He wondered if his hostess could even skin a rabbit on her own.

Another chop against his imaginary opponent, then a backstep, parry, then a lunging strike downwards... into a sofa. She wouldn't like that. Quickly, he sheathed his sword, and examined at the large seam that opened up on the armrest. He rested his head on his fist, thinking of some way to remedy his mistake. He could make some sort of apology creation. No, what was he, some sort of maid? He had a better idea.

He sprinted out the door, slammed it shut, and was out the complex in under a minute. He glanced left, then right. Where were all the signs that pointed you to business establishments? Backwards, backwards people. On a split decision, he decided that sprinting left would be a good idea, and off he went, pushing past passerby who only looked back to see the gleaming figure racing down the sidewalks in a hurry, past a monument, a hospital, the university, to which he slowed down ever so slightly to see his companion at the tail end of an attempt to pick up a large battle axe with strange strings along the side. He stopped completely, and began to sprint in her direction, having reached her when she had started to strum.

"WHERE CAN I FIND THE NEAREST BAKERY?" He asked/demanded. Clearing his throat, he began his next sentence, looking down to the massive weapon. "You're a warrior? No, can't be. Women aren't trained like that. Not even a proper training room for such a thing." He asked/wondered aloud. "Never mind, where can I find a bakery? Your village doesn't have any signs to inform me of simple points of interest."

Hollycrest

 

[Hollycrest]

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"Gahh!" Startled, Dynamo whirled around abruptly to face whoever had asked about the bakery. If The Knight had been standing any closer to her, he would've gotten a face full of blonde.

She wrinkled her nose at his comment about women.
"Well, excuse you. I mean, you're right that I can't wield it, but it's still mine. I won it fair and square, I just don't know how to get it out of here...as for your question, you can't find any signs because around here, everything's on this magical thing we call the Internet."

To demonstrate, she whipped out her phone and tapped on it a few times before showing The Knight a screen displaying directions to the nearest bakery; about a quarter of a mile from where they were standing.
"I don't suppose you're gonna tell me why you have a sudden craving for baked goods?"

archur

 

[DailyRoLord]

Rlod Ciamgro^{At the Devil’s Cult HQ}
“I present to you, the superhuman group T.E.A.M.! A group of 7, they fought a decade ago, around the times that foolish John Doe fought. I bring you T.E.A.M.

“I know you are wondering, where is the seventh member? There are only six here! As I have said, a decade ago, I sent forces above to bring down heroes whom we could sacrifice. We targeted T.E.A.M., and brought them down.

“We were able to acquire six out of the seven members. By the time we realized we had forgotten him, it was months later. But we believe he is still up there, fighting for good. When we go up today, we will give him the same fate as the rest of his team.

“Let us begin the sacrifice!”

A loud screech was heard as the cage containing the heroes was picked up by a mechanic claw, which was rooted into the dirt ceiling high above. It began to move the cage towards a colossal fire pit, located right in front of Rlod’s platform. And it began to lower the cage.

 

[archur]

The Knight
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"No, no reason, no reason whatsoever. In fact, I will be leaving now. Toodles!" He said before promptly sprinting off around the corner. He hadn't truly checked the map phone, because he didn't really understand what the map meant. What he did absorb however, from a little compass, is that he needed to sprint westwards to a place known as "Dino's Bakery". Dino. What a strange name. More so than 'Marley'. Who would name their child that? It's just a grain, but with an M at the front. Breaking into a sprint, he made bounding leaps across the pavement until he would eventually find 'Dino's Bakery', knowing that the future was full of bright lights meant to catch eyes and make people stop, he just simply kept moving forwards until his attention was grabbed by something bakery related.

Minutes of straight sprinting at superhuman speeds later, he skidded across the pavement to find Dino's Bakery. A little shop between two other similarly little shops. Fascinating. He stepped inside the thing, a little bell ringing above his head. And there he was himself! Dino, most likely, ready to serve his fine bread products. He stepped to the counter, where 'Dino' stood, visibly confused, but nonetheless keeping his smile.

"How may I help you?"

"I will have..." The knight curiously looked through the glass display case, featuring cakes coated with frosting, muffins, and cookies, and sweets galore. "Hmm..."

"Need help sir?"

"I just cut through my hostess's couch. Which flavor do I give her to let her know I'm sorry?" He asked, somewhat more inquisitively than glumly, speaking as if this is the procedure he is going through rather than a thoughtful apology gift.

"Well... What flavor does she like?"

"I'm asking you what she likes, you're not going to trick me with these games, Dino."

"Jeez, you don't have to bite off my throat man! I'm just trying to help you get your girlfriend a cake, alright? Take a chillpill, and just pick a flavor. Raspberry, Strawberry, Blueberry, Vanilla, Red Velvet, Chocolate-"

"Chocolate?! You have chocolate cake?"

"We sure do buddy, we sure do. Want me to get it out for ya?"

"This question's answer is obvious. How much is this cake worth?"

"Your total is thirty dollars sir."

"How much is that in thrones?"

"Sir, I appreciate the medieval getup, but this isn't some sort of-"

The knight then proceeds to take out a lumpy bag, obviously filled, and drop it onto the counter, the jingle of coins quite loud as it lands. He undoes the string, and pulls out five pure golden discs, not much bigger than his thumb each.

Dino, is slackjawed at the sight. Real, actual, gold. He plucks one from the knight's hand and taps it against the counter, the coin making a happy 'chink' ing sound. It wasn't hollow. It was pure gold.

"Thank you for your purchase. Stop by again sometime!" Was all he could say as he began to package the cake away, and hand the bag to the knight. Maybe, he wasn't so bad of a customer after all. James put away his bag of coins, and hungrily prepared to grab his chocolate prize.

Hawkwood carefully held the cake in both his hands, and walked swiftly back to where he last saw Marley, inconspicuous bag in his hands as he approached her. He cleared his throat, then began to speak in a slight monotone voice, as if he had practiced this line before.

"My code of honor compels me to tell you that I have damaged your furniture. Therefore, I got you an apology gift."

He presented the bag to her, expecting her to take it from him.

Hollycrest

 

[Hollycrest]

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"Toodles? Who would've guessed that that was a thing in whatever time he's from..." Dynamo sighed. Ever since she had agreed to let Hawkwood stay with her, she'd found herself slightly more on edge than usual. It wasn't necessarily his fault, she just wasn't used to having a roommate, especially one that was so spontaneous.

Dynamo blankly stared at the bag for a few seconds before her eyes fixated on the logo. She managed a light smile.
"Hey, it's from Dino's! I haven't been there in forever since I started up my diet...eh, everyone deserves a cheat day eventually, right?"
She took the bag and looked inside. An entire chocolate cake? Not exactly her usual order; she was more of a lemon meringue pie kind of girl. Regardless, she was relatively grateful. Finally, she looked back up at The Knight with raised eyebrows.
"So...what's this about you damaging my furniture?"

archur

 

[GearBlade654]

Gear
Status: OK?
Armor Status: Repaired
GAH!
I wake up in the hospital with a jolt.
"What the... what just happened?"
(sorry for short post)

 

[DailyRoLord]

Rlod Ciamgro^{At the Devil’s Cult HQ}
The mechanic claw creaked as it began to move the cage. The desperate, pained looks of T.E.A.M. could be seen as the heroes moved towards the fire pit. Their lives were up. ‘Twas a horror that it ended like this. They had been the unlucky heroes chosen to be killed here. Life wasn’t fair.

As it approached towards the fire pit, a wave of applause moved over the enormous crowd below. Chants of “kill them all” echoed throughout the airy caverns. The cage began to dip into the flames, which were biting up at the rusted bars of the cage.

Soon, the cage disappeared into the depths of the flames. Perhaps screams would have been heard, if not for the applause echoing throughout the caves. The leader of the Devil’s Cult stood proudly, with his eyes fixed on the fire.

But then, suddenly, the fire disappeared. The six heroes were shown, their ragged clothing and wild hair blazing. Rlod Ciamgro clapped his hands, and the fire on their bodies went out. His voice boomed over the crowd once more.

“The flames are too good for them. They shall perish in the depths of our lava caverns!”

Preceded by a roar of cheers, the base of the fire pit began to open up, revealing a massive crater below. It was filled with sizzling, deadly lava.

“Now, THEY. SHALL. PERISH.”

The cage lowered into the lava. For nearly a minute, the cheers were as loud as ever. Soon, the clapping abruptly came to a halt. Rlod Ciamgro clapped his hands, and the lava began to drain out of the crater.

Inside the now-empty pit were the melted remains of the cage, and the bones of the once-famous heroes of T.E.A.M.

 

[GearBlade654]

Gear
Status: OK
Armor Status: OK
I lumber outside the hospital, still wearing my armor.
It doesn't look like any of the injuries I suffered were too powerful to keep me in the hospital any longer. I'll be fine.
The question is...
Now what? Everybody's spotted me fighting Omnitron, I'm supposed to be retired...
Agh. Might as well head to the Hero HQ. I need a word with the leader about my so called retirement.

 

[Deathkitten]

~ Kris ~​

The coffee started working after halfway through the quickly finished cup, the accompanying bagel nothing but crumbs. Though she finished reading the newspaper, Kris folded it and tucked it away neatly before storing it in her messenger bag. It was as black as anything else she had on her, of course, and looked rather comfortable.

She wanted to pick up some office supplies next, figuring that she may as well while she was out and about. She left the cafe and headed out into Palomar Plaza to debate on which store to go to for her supplies. There were a number of people out and about now, as she had pretty much expected. It was a little strange. Most of the time, since she worked at night, there weren't a lot of people that she had to deal with and be around. She hoped that no one would recognize her.

As much as she didn't like the idea of a costume, she could definitely see the appeal. There had been a few times people recognized her... which was admittedly better than them assuming she was either goth or evil... but it always led to a weird interaction full of awkwardness. Luckily, the number of people who knew her was fairly small, and if she really needed to hide her identity, she could.

Kris was so caught up in her thoughts that she only narrowly dodged around a teen who was walking about the plaza (( demdo_demi )). "Sorry! Sorry. I was deep in thought. Should have watched where I was going," she muttered, half to herself, wondering if she had too much coffee. She smiled sweetly though, pointing at the bag the boy had on him, "Oh! You didn't have happened to get that in the plaza, did you? What store?"

 

[archur]

The Knight
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"I was training in your living room, and I have accidentally slice through a portion of the fluff wrapped seat you refer to as a couch." He stated plainly. "So, I thought for you to not take actions to evict me, I had decided to find you a gift, rather than take the time to search for a replacement longseat that may or may not be of your liking." He stared down at his hostess blankly before clearing his throat again.

"I hope my accident is forgiven. If not, I will disregard that, and attempt to lessen the strain in our relationship, short person." He patted her on the shoulder. "Enjoy your cake, and please try and forget the damage to your couch you will see at some point soon." He stopped patting her shoulder. "I am in fact, smiling under this faceplate, but I fail to bother to show you. Just know this."

Hollycrest

 

[DailyRoLord]

Rlod Ciamgro^{At the Devil’s Cult HQ}
The man stood, his head up high and his chin jutting out. The heroes had been killed. Suddenly, another round of applause echoed through the caverns. The “kill them all” chant started up again. Another chant, “hail the Lord,” interrupted the other chant. Rlod’s eyebrows narrowed, and his fists balled up.

“QUIET.”

The chatter, cheers, and chants abruptly stopped.

“Now that we have completed the sacrifice necessary to cross into the Devil’s realm, we must venture to the portal opening. Alas, it lies on the Central Finance building, up above. We will journey above.

“Soldiers will march up first. Soldiers, you shall march up, by foot, into the northern borders of the city. The heads of the soldier groups have been told the plan.

“Soon after, the officers are to emerge. At this time, the tanks and vehicles will be brought up, traveling through the special tunnels. I have instructed the tank operators on their jobs.

“And then, I want for the mobile bases and temples to be brought up. I want the Cult Council and the Devil’s Council on these bases, and all other generals. We have been working on new technologies, so we can make our temples and headquarters mobile. I have discussed the plans with the mobile base operators. You are to dig straight up from the rock field. Use scanning sensors.

“Lastly, I want all supreme generals and my advisors to report to here, my throne room, at 7:50. I have… special plans to share.

“Now, group heads, you are to take your soldier groups to the tunnels. Groups A to J, I want you on the northwestern border of MegaMetro. Groups K to Q, central-north border. Groups R to Z, northeastern border. Good luck everyone, and may He be with us.”

The leader turned on his heel, and swiftly walked back into his throne room.

[Action posts will begin tomorrow!]

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