by The first Galactic Republic » Fri Jun 24, 2016 7:08 pm
by The first Galactic Republic » Fri Jun 24, 2016 7:09 pm
by MightyQuinn » Fri Jun 24, 2016 8:33 pm
by Charellia » Fri Jun 24, 2016 11:43 pm
by MightyQuinn » Wed Jun 29, 2016 9:54 am
by Vaquas » Wed Jun 29, 2016 1:45 pm
by Charellia » Wed Jun 29, 2016 10:34 pm
by Wilderam » Thu Jun 30, 2016 12:40 am
by MightyQuinn » Thu Jun 30, 2016 11:02 pm
Charellia wrote:"Here?" Solarmancer suggested, picking a venue at random.
His companion, Slipstream, looked around Pioneer Square and shrugged."Good as anywhere."
Solarmancer and Slipstream joined the crowd milling outside the Central Tavern and were quickly admitted. The bouncer eyed them cautiously as they passed. Although they were dressed in civilian clothes, the heroes still projected an air of confidence and power that made those tasked with keeping public order nervous. They looked as though they were ready for a fight, which after three months on the trail of a Unity defector, they always were. The fact that they were on vacation, and in fact trying very hard to relax, would be entirely lost on the casual observer.
After dropping off their things at the Unity barracks, the heroes had all split up into twos and threes to take in the various flavours of the city night life. It wasn't easy for professional superheroes to vacation. The only option was total immersion. They were going to relax by any means necessary. As they stepped into the bar, Solarmancer had to suppress his instinct to analyze every angle. He had already noted the number of exits, number of patrons, and the shrewd-looking bartender, who he knew had marked them the moment they walked inside, before he reminded himself that he was only supposed to be having fun. He wondered if his grandfather, Charles Franklyn, had felt the same way every time he went out in public. Probably. Superheroes in those days didn't get vacations.
"I'll get the drinks," Slipstream offered. She made her way toward the bar at what somebody who didn't know her would call a hurried pace, while Solarmancer found them a booth with a good view of the clientele. They were still too much in combat mode to turn their backs on a crowded room. But that would soon change. Slipstream returned with two shots of rye and two beers. A doctor would probably say that this was not a healthy way for the heroes to decompress, but it was fastest, not to mention the most fun. "To relaxation." Slipstream raised her glass.
by The first Galactic Republic » Fri Jul 01, 2016 11:17 pm
by MightyQuinn » Sat Jul 02, 2016 10:18 am
"My baby and I, we had a good life, we didn't have nothin' hold us down.
Yeah, we'd come home from work to each other, then we'd go out on the town.
But, then she'd see her friends with children, an' feel her own clock countin' down."
Sufferin' Succotash - 'The Bio Time Clock Blues'
by Vaquas » Sat Jul 02, 2016 6:21 pm
by The first Galactic Republic » Sat Jul 02, 2016 11:23 pm
by MightyQuinn » Sun Jul 03, 2016 10:55 am
The first Galactic Republic wrote:An armored van with the Unity Security logo drove down the streets of Seattle, driving only slightly faster than the average vehicle as it tried to move around the crowds of pedestrians who thought they owned the city streets. As it neared a street corner a blonde woman with long curly hair stepped out of the back wearing a skin tight black outfit with dark carbon fiber plating. She wiggled in it. It was tighter than she wanted it to be. She spent more time at the desk than the fitness center.
"You're tracking me. Pick me up when I have the subject detained."
"Yes sir. We'll follow protocol shitstain."
Friction choked down frustration as the van drove away. She flexed her arms and readied her abilities. Bright energy surrounded her hands and then disappeared.
She turned to a computer on her arm. "Track target designation "0037-1331-Seattle"."
"Target is moving away from you, east, 100 meters."
"Acknowledged."
A map appeared on the computer screen. "You just mess this up you mop headed fuck."
Friction should've known better than to not check her gear before the mission, though she had no idea when someone programmed her computer under her.
She ran down the street dodging into the back alleys. She sprinted into the street and saw her target. A man in a hooded jacket causing various cars and streetlights to explode into a cloud of smoke. The man moved erratically swinging his arms violently and explosions materialized all around him. Friction ran towards him.
"Stop. Unity Security!"
by Charellia » Sun Jul 03, 2016 8:14 pm
by The first Galactic Republic » Wed Jul 06, 2016 11:37 pm
by Wilderam » Thu Jul 07, 2016 3:08 am
Vaquas wrote:Corbin Strauss found himself growing fond of Seattle.
Despite the crime rate, the absence of his core group of friends, and the lack of work for him to do, it was rainy, which was always a plus, and he was never running out of things to do.
Just the other day he'd tried acupuncture.
Never again would he pursue acupuncture.
The Sommelier crowd in the city, if there ever was such a thing, quickly welcomed him as one of their own, giving him access to a whole new variety of West Coast Wines previously untasted by him.
Jorgen Snapped him out of thought.
"We're here. Bring me lunch from that Deli if you feel like being extra nice today."
"Not a chance. Go inside, I'm sure some guy in a suit's waiting for you."
As Jorgen exited the vehicle and approached the Unity Building, Corbin admired the building.
Large.
Imposing.
Grey.
"Similar in many ways to bureaucracy" he thought to himself.
Being someone who hid his power illegally, normally he'd try to stay as far away from Unity Headquarters as possible.
Today he had no fear.
As Jorgen went inside, Dr. Strauss too exited the vehicle.
He walked to a nearby wooden bench, placed before a large fountain with some meaningless quote emblazioned on a bronze plate.
As he sat down, he registered the presence of another on the bench.
He was silent for a few moments before glancing over.
A Teenager.
Possibly Unity.
Probably not.
What would a little conversation hurt?
"What brings you to the local government stronghold?
You work here?"
by MightyQuinn » Thu Jul 07, 2016 10:34 pm
The first Galactic Republic wrote:"Stop! Surrender!" Friction sprinted at the assailant.
"I don't want to hurt you! You don't understand!"
The man waved his arm once more and a car next to Friction exploded into a cloud of smoke, knocking her on her stomach. The cloud of smoke drifted towards her. "Gah that smells like burning garbage."
"These aren't my powers! This isn't me!"
Friction rose to her feet. "It's normal to not have control of your powers when they first appear. If you'll just come in we can help you-"
"NO! Your not taking me in! I'm not one of you!"
The man threw another explosion at Friction and then turned into a cloud of smoke himself. He drifted over to a fire escape and then reformed. He began running up the building.
"Hey stop! Damn monkey!"
by The first Galactic Republic » Thu Jul 07, 2016 11:13 pm
by Charellia » Fri Jul 08, 2016 4:53 pm
by Aghrabia » Sat Jul 09, 2016 2:14 pm
by Charellia » Sat Jul 09, 2016 8:03 pm
by Aghrabia » Sun Jul 10, 2016 5:44 am
Charellia wrote:Solarmancer's phone buzzed in his jacket pocked. It was Slipstream. "I've secured a five block radius up and down 1st Avenue. Civilians have been told to get clear or take shelter away from windows or doors," she informed him.
"Good. Suspect's on the move. I had him, but he went ethereal. Trying to get a fix on him now." Solarmancer ran to the side of the building and stared down into the alley where the rogue had disappeared, but all he could see was pitch blackness. "Hang on." Solarmancer absorbed more radio signals from the air, trying to avoid interfering with the frequency Slipstream was on, and his eyes lit up like searchlights, bathing the alley in harsh white light. At first it looked empty, but then he caught sight of a man in dark clothes making his way back toward the main street.
"Hey, stop!" Solarmancer shouted, focusing his beams on the retreating figure. It only took him a moment to realize that this man was not the suspect. His head was uncovered and he was wearing a suit jacket, which just happened to be the same colour as the suspect's. There was no way the the rogue could have changed that fast unless he were a shapeshifter, and while Solarmancer knew that was well within the realm of possibility, his target was in no condition to hold an alternate form.
"Unity Security," he informed the suited man below. "Did you see man in a dark hood run through here?"
by The first Galactic Republic » Sun Jul 10, 2016 2:15 pm
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