63n3515 - Chapter 1: Cartel Chronicles (New, Open IC)

[Planeta de los Muertos]

"Alright." Veronica said. "George, is it possible for you to both take us to the scene of the fight and somehow ease Zilka's spirit control?"

Josh clapped his hands, "good to see you've found your consciences already. You might also want to know that there are several dozen superpowered criminal lunatics roving the streets, fighting everyone and everything that gets in their way. Just thought you might like a heads up before you go rushing in, wouldn't want you to run into any nasty surprises, would we?" He pulled out a photograph from his inner pocket, it showed a picture of a middle-aged Hispanic man, and on the back some notes were scrawled. "This is a picture of the leader of one of the smaller cartels," he explained while handing the photo to Veronica, "the address of his home is written on the back. He should be able to tell you where the others are hiding."

Next he looked at Zilka, "if you need weapons to fight, I'd suggest talking to the national guard. Those weekend soldiers are sure to have some extra guns lying around."

Veronica reluctantly took the photo from Josh; it matched one of the photos on Ta-Boo's VIP Wall. The information scribbled on the anterior seemed legitimate enough to warrant a capture.

"Alright. Let's do this."

[Zamantula]

"Police! Stay where you are!" James froze. If the police saw him with a guy halfway through the floor... well, he would definitely have trouble. James pulled the man out of the floor, and let go of him. He scanned the room for a good hiding place when a sudden sharp pain struck the back of his head. He fell the floor; his vision slowly growing dim...

"Oy, kid. You alright?" James felt himself being shook. He slowly raised his head and opened his eyes. A rather chubby police officer was leaning over him. "Fuck, kid. Don't you know you can't screw around with assholes like that guy?" said the cop as he helped James to his feet. "Lucky for you, I got here before he could do any major damage to you. Let's go outside."

James followed the cop outside to his cruiser, where the auto worker was already sitting inside the car, handcuffed and extremely agitated. The cop opened the passengers door, grabbed his in-car radio, and started talking to his dispatcher in police jargon. James's head was still in serious pain, and his thoughts were still fuzzy, but he still made out a few things the cop said.

"...punk said something about a storehouse a couple blocks away, on River View. I'll check it out once I bring this scumbag in...."

James started to slowly walk away. The cop called out to him, "Hey, kid! I need to take you to a hospital! Hey!" James walked into an alleyway and then phased through the wall into a shop. He sat in the darkness for what felt like forever, then slowly walked to the door and looked out. The cruiser was gone. James phased through the door and started the long, painful walk to the storehouse, again wondering why he was doing this.

The storehouse was located in what looked like an abandoned apartment complex. He phased through the door and walked up the stairs, following the noise of a television. The noise echoed out from an apartment on the second floor. James peered through a crack in the door. One man sat snoring on a couch, while another man sat staring intently at the television. James leaned against the wall, and steadied himself. He flung the door open and rushed into the room, grabbing the man in front of the television. The man immediately began to sink into the floor. He reacted with screams and curses. However, the sleeping man did not stir.

"Alright, you fucking asshole." said James with what he hoped was a sneer. "Tell me everything!"

[Ricot]

Veronica reluctantly took the photo from Josh; it matched one of the photos on Ta-Boo's VIP Wall. The information scribbled on the anterior seemed legitimate enough to warrant a capture.

"Alright. Let's do this."

"But first, I'm off the National Guard."
Zilka walked off and pulled her phone out of her pocket, and called a cab. Which took her too a rental place, and rented a motorcycle. She drove off the nearest National Guard post, unsurprisingly the place had a few more guards than usual.
The obnoxious spirit, which had stuck around the whole time, crouched next her and tapped her shoulder.
"Miss if you wouldn't mind I could help you become transparent. So we can sneak past and you can get your guns."
Zilka looked at the spirit in shock, not once had any spirit speak to her. Much less help her.
"How can you do that?!"
"It's just what spirits do. Some of us have different skills, I can make you and people you allow me to transparent. Other spirits can do other things."
"So what of the ones that show up out of nowhere and terrorize me?"
"You're an open portal to the living world. You're lack of skill excites them and they want to 'cause terror. Sorry."
"Not your fault, whats your name?"
"Charlie."
"How long have you been dead?"
"About fifty years."
"Alright, so let's get in there."
Charlie nodded and placed a hand on Zilka's shoulder, now transparent she was able to walk past the guards. While in the armory she grabbed an M16, and then the pair left. She hopped onto her bike, when Charlile let go of her shoulder and disappeared. Zilka drove off to where the cartel's address was.

[Somalian Pirate States]

OOC: Life happens, but I am back now
IC:

"Alright." Veronica said. "George, is it possible for you to both take us to the scene of the fight and somehow ease Zilka's spirit control?"

Josh clapped his hands, "good to see you've found your consciences already. You might also want to know that there are several dozen superpowered criminal lunatics roving the streets, fighting everyone and everything that gets in their way. Just thought you might like a heads up before you go rushing in, wouldn't want you to run into any nasty surprises, would we?" He pulled out a photograph from his inner pocket, it showed a picture of a middle-aged Hispanic man, and on the back some notes were scrawled. "This is a picture of the leader of one of the smaller cartels," he explained while handing the photo to Veronica, "the address of his home is written on the back. He should be able to tell you where the others are hiding."

Next he looked at Zilka, "if you need weapons to fight, I'd suggest talking to the national guard. Those weekend soldiers are sure to have some extra guns lying around."

Will had not said a word during the entire drive with Zilka nor during the discussion. But just because he had not said anything didn't mean he was out of it. There was something wrong with Josh... Josh did not have the right emotions for what he was saying. Will couldn't place a finger on it, but Josh seemed too... Happy? Excited? No, Josh was Exhilarated!!! Will could feel his feelings, and something was wrong, but how would and what would he say to the others?

"But first, I'm off the National Guard."
Zilka walked off and pulled her phone out of her pocket, and called a cab.

Ouch... that hurt. She had just driven over to George's with him, and he had told he would take her where she needed to go, and she chose a cab over him?!? Probably just habit, Will told himself, but it still hurt.

"Ummm... Josh, right? Uhhh, how do you, ya know, know all this stuff, I mean about the cartels and the lunatics and the national guard and all...because it seems to me that, uh, this kind of information would be hard to find.

[CoolLand]

As Simon stood in the street, a copy approached him with some relatively bad news.

"Sir, we've got word that the national guard has been called into Palm beach." Said the copy through his riot mask which muffled his voice a bit.

"Well, that's not good." Responded Simon with a troubled look on his face.

"But sir, they were sent to Palm Beach, not Miami." Replied the copy confused.

"Well, if they sent the guard to Palm Beach, then it won't be long before they start marching into the streets of Miami. We can't have that." Responded Simon who began to walk down the street, followed by a horde of copies. He then turned to the horde behond him.

"I need a team of you to travel to palm beach and get rid of the national guardsmen there as quickly as you can." He said.

He turned back to the copy who was talking to him earlier.

"I've heard word of the location of one of the most successful csrtel bosses in Miami. " Simon started. "I need you and a team of copies to head to his headquarters and take him out."

"Yes sir." Replied the copies and two teams took off to their assigned missions.

(OOC: the Guadd are in Miami, not Palm Beach )

[Mighty Asgard]

"Ummm... Josh, right? Uhhh, how do you, ya know, know all this stuff, I mean about the cartels and the lunatics and the national guard and all...because it seems to me that, uh, this kind of information would be hard to find.

Josh looked at Will, still smiling, "well, I know it because in a sense I caused all of it. See, when my powers awakened my mind was, slightly, fractured. There is only one of me, but that one of me has many iterations moving around all over the place. Some of them were created out of the more fractured parts of my mind, and consequently they are not entirely reliable, prone to strange moods and idea. Like creating a war between the cartels and the cops. I don't see why they would want that, but I am the iteration of my Elation, so my mindset is entirely different. And what one iteration knows all of us know, so I am aware of all their plans, as they know mine."

[Planeta de los Muertos]

A loud screech, one of a 4-person sedan, roared throughout the block. This ebony squad car of sorts trespassed into the Poulos property by ramming through some gates...almost as if the car shredded through the reinforced steel barrier fence that sectioned the estate from the rest of Palm Beach. The car seemed like it just burst into the scene as it jumped one of the few rolling hills and landed next to the group of mutant protagonists. Out came 4 men, dressed like something out of a tropical crime drama (unnecessary sunglasses included, as the weather felt mild that day).

"Our boss said you be a problem." said one of the men, accent thicker than cake batter. "We here to take out the garbage, comprenden?"

One's eyes glowed a sickly purple, the second withdrew some sort of dirk and slashed his arm wide open to unleash some sort of claw-like blood construct, the third surrounded himself in a torrential cloud of black dust, and the last transformed into a school-sized monster not unlike Godzilla. Blood-man (nickname to identify) was the first to attack by grabbing Veronica with the claw and began to squeeze her. She screamed in pain for a bit then tilted her head downwards, redirecting a flurry of ice onto said blood; it shattered and she was released from his grip for the time being. Purple-eye lunged at someone else, hands glowing with the same sick hue. Dust-cloud coated the protagonists in a storm of sharp ironsand filings. Finally, monster-dude rampaged, leaving craters with his feet and breathing atomic flame in a deafening roar.

This was the first of many fights ahead for our fledgling supers. Do they have the will to survive?

[Mighty Asgard]

Josh looked at the strange group with a smile, knowing exactly who it was who had told them to come here. It was nice when a plan worked out, he felt. On the other hand he wasn't sure why they would send Godzilla-dude, he had suggested trying to be subtle, and they didn't even try to try. At least the big lug might step on George's house, that would be really funny.

A big cloud of black dust was kicked up by one of the cartel supergoons, and one of them grabbed Veronica. Rather than being a damsel in distress she solved her problem on her own though, and he nodded approvingly, always happy to see a woman capable of taking care of herself. One of them, who he decided to nickname Stinky, jumped out of the dust and grabbed onto him, sickly glowing purple energy wracking his body. His flesh began to rot off his bones, his left eyeball fell out, rotting away along with half his face, and within seconds he looked more like a corpse than a man. That did nothing to wipe the bemused grin off the right half of his face though.

"You really don't know who I am, do you?" he chuckled, a thin stream of black liquid running down the side of his mouth. Stinky quickly let go and took a few steps back, seemingly unsure why he hadn't died from that.

[Planeta de los Muertos]

Josh looked at the strange group with a smile, knowing exactly who it was who had told them to come here. It was nice when a plan worked out, he felt. On the other hand he wasn't sure why they would send Godzilla-dude, he had suggested trying to be subtle, and they didn't even try to try. At least the big lug might step on George's house, that would be really funny.

A big cloud of black dust was kicked up by one of the cartel supergoons, and one of them grabbed Veronica. Rather than being a damsel in distress she solved her problem on her own though, and he nodded approvingly, always happy to see a woman capable of taking care of herself. One of them, who he decided to nickname Stinky, jumped out of the dust and grabbed onto him, sickly glowing purple energy wracking his body. His flesh began to rot off his bones, his left eyeball fell out, rotting away along with half his face, and within seconds he looked more like a corpse than a man. That did nothing to wipe the bemused grin off the right half of his face though.

"You really don't know who I am, do you?" he chuckled, a thin stream of black liquid running down the side of his mouth. Stinky quickly let go and took a few steps back, seemingly unsure why he hadn't died from that.

"The fuck?!" said purple-eye, bewildered by the resilience of Josh's current "necrotic half-pile of flesh" form. His eyes widened.

Meanwhile, Veronica had a beam war of sorts with blood-man: the two launched their best at each other, being evenly matched. The blonde unleashed a violent gale from her mouth and the thug thrust gallon after gallon of his own blood; not to be wasteful (since he was literally living off the supply in his brain and heart, not showing a sign of passing out), he recycled the blood to effectively form a wall of sorts to counter Veronica. He slowly stepped forward inch by inch as he used his power.

[Mighty Asgard]

"The fuck?!" said purple-eye, bewildered by the resilience of Josh's current "necrotic half-pile of flesh" form. His eyes widened.

Meanwhile, Veronica had a beam war of sorts with blood-man: the two launched their best at each other, being evenly matched. The blonde unleashed a violent gale from her mouth and the thug thrust gallon after gallon of his own blood; not to be wasteful (since he was literally living off the supply in his brain and heart, not showing a sign of passing out), he recycled the blood to effectively form a wall of sorts to counter Veronica. He slowly stepped forward inch by inch as he used his power.

Josh lunged forward, grabbing Stinky by the neck with his hand, the exposed bones of his fingertips digging slightly into the mans skin. "I quite liked this body," he said, still wearing the same lopsided grin as before, "and now you've gone and ruined it, and I'll need a new one." A small trickle of necrotic fluid flowed out of his nose as he spoke, and he wiped it away with the back of his other hand. "Maybe I'll take yours," he continued threateningly, greatly enjoying watching the man squirm for a few seconds before he burst into laughter not like any sound a human should make. A horrible hollow sucking sound emanated from his chest, and a large burst of necrotic fluid sprayed out of his mouth, some of it splattering over Stinky's face, but Josh showed no indication that he cared.

"I'm just kidding, I couldn't stand the smell of that sad bag of flesh for more than a minute," he said once he had finished laughing and then casually tossed the man aside, unintentionally in the direction of the man fighting Veronica.

[Somalian Pirate States]

A loud screech, one of a 4-person sedan, roared throughout the block. This ebony squad car of sorts trespassed into the Poulos property by ramming through some gates...almost as if the car shredded through the reinforced steel barrier fence that sectioned the estate from the rest of Palm Beach. The car seemed like it just burst into the scene as it jumped one of the few rolling hills and landed next to the group of mutant protagonists. Out came 4 men, dressed like something out of a tropical crime drama (unnecessary sunglasses included, as the weather felt mild that day).

"Our boss said you be a problem." said one of the men, accent thicker than cake batter. "We here to take out the garbage, comprenden?"

One's eyes glowed a sickly purple, the second withdrew some sort of dirk and slashed his arm wide open to unleash some sort of claw-like blood construct, the third surrounded himself in a torrential cloud of black dust, and the last transformed into a school-sized monster not unlike Godzilla. Blood-man (nickname to identify) was the first to attack by grabbing Veronica with the claw and began to squeeze her. She screamed in pain for a bit then tilted her head downwards, redirecting a flurry of ice onto said blood; it shattered and she was released from his grip for the time being. Purple-eye lunged at someone else, hands glowing with the same sick hue. Dust-cloud coated the protagonists in a storm of sharp ironsand filings. Finally, monster-dude rampaged, leaving craters with his feet and breathing atomic flame in a deafening roar.

This was the first of many fights ahead for our fledgling supers. Do they have the will to survive?

As soon as the sedan stopped, Will knew there was something wrong. He felt the emotions of the people inside, and they wanted blood. Will was not sure what to do. He had not yet used his power to mimic another Super Hero's power. He had used it on normal people, and had been ok at it. But Supers, they were much harder to imitate.

Will had felt fear at the same time as a strong body builder before, so tried to feel fear. At least his body would take some of the blows better. He was hit with some of the iron filings from "Iron Man" right as Veronica was picked up and hurt by the "Blood-man". They both felt pain at the same time... and then something happened. Suddenly, Will was able to breath ice, and he could control it. Will blew a wall of ice around the group, to protect them from the iron hail.

"My first super-power imitation"

Thought Will.

[Planeta de los Muertos]

Purple-eye went flying into blood-man, yet blood-man managed to spare some of his blood to catch his comrade and place him down. He was much busier fighting Veronica; they stopped their little beam war and proceeded to get a little close and personal. The thug got his dirk out and swung madly at the heroine, reciting some sort of mad mantra-like jibber-jabber. Veronica narrowly dodged every single swiped, only receiving one nasty graze...that's when it happened.

The madman began to pull much of Veronica's blood out of that cut. Mere scream could not convey how much pain she experienced that moment. She was in a tight corner, so to speak.

[Somalian Pirate States]

Purple-eye went flying into blood-man, yet blood-man managed to spare some of his blood to catch his comrade and place him down. He was much busier fighting Veronica; they stopped their little beam war and proceeded to get a little close and personal. The thug got his dirk out and swung madly at the heroine, reciting some sort of mad mantra-like jibber-jabber. Veronica narrowly dodged every single swiped, only receiving one nasty graze...that's when it happened.

The madman began to pull much of Veronica's blood out of that cut. Mere scream could not convey how much pain she experienced that moment. She was in a tight corner, so to speak.

Will and most of the others were safe behind and iron wall, but Josh was off fighting "Purple Eye", and Veronica was struggling against "Blood Man"

"Veronica!"

shouted Will, his voice distorted by the wall of ice. Will smashed through a small part of the ice wall and showered Blood man with hundreds of icicle-like projectiles. Blood man recoiled, not expecting this new assailant. Will then blew a small sheet of ice between Veronica and Blood Man, cutting off the flow of blood.

"Didn't anyone teach you not to attack ladies? It's ... (SPLAT!)"

He was going to say 'rude', but Blood Man splurched Will's face and knocked him flat. Wiping off the blood, Will rose to his feet.

"Fine, if you won't listen to reason, listen to THIS"

And Will breathed a flow of solid ice at Blood man. A "beam war" started between the two. But Blood Man was getting visibly cold, as his body temperature slowly dropped, one degree at a time.

"Godzilla" had been doing his own thing up until now, smashing everything in sight; but he paused his rampage long enough to smash both Will and Blood Man with his massive tail. Will was hit right on the head and blacked out, and Blood Man splattered into a million droplets.

[Somalian Pirate States]

OOC: Uhhh.... Are Veronica and Will being left to die by the others? Anyone... Anyone....?

[Somalian Pirate States]

OOC: Everyone out for the summer?

[Planeta de los Muertos]

OOC: Everyone out for the summer?

OOC: I think so.

[Ricot]

OOC: Everyone out for the summer?

OOC: I think so. :blink:

OOC: I am
I'm just waiting for you guys to join Zilka in Miami :P

[Reselia]

OOC: I can't be bothered/ I can't do anything until CoolLand posts as George.

[Somalian Pirate States]

OOC: Ok. Well, I think I will send old Georgie a little telegram then.