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Zarkenis Ultima
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Democratic Socialists

Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Mon Mar 19, 2018 6:22 pm

The canopy of the trees, once a silent and peaceful haven only disturbed by the chirps and calls of birds, now had new sounds infiltrating it. One gentle and melodic, far outmatching the singing of the birds, and one far louder that made said birds stop singing and fly away, one that shattered the harmony that had once been, one that was a herald of the chaos to soon approach. The crashing of brush, the sounds of someone smashing through walls of leaves, the creaks of branches were now quickly filling the canopy, and two select people were responsible for it.

Kirisvala az Ranwynn and Carter Graystone, two rag-tag heroes playing a little game of cat and mouse, the latter hunting the former through the canopies of the dense forest in a casual sparring session gone slightly awry. What they didn’t realize yet, was that getting back to the beach and their comrades would prove to be even trickier than actually beating each other. But, in the heat of battle, this little fact seemed to have escaped their thoughts.

Carter leapt from branch to branch, scampering down trunks, crawling across planks, swinging on stray vines, doing anything in his power to navigate the forest. He was trying to move extremely fast, ignoring the slight, mounting pains in his wrist in order to make up for time he had spent falling onto the beach out of a tall tree. He had been tracking Kiris for the last little while from the light song following her, just crashing blindly in her general direction until he heard the song, and immediately began following it. It had grown twice as loud since then, only adding to the noise of the forest around them. With almost superhuman agility and leaping, he flew through the canopy, the trees close enough to make the perfect high-octane jungle gym. Only it was god-knows how many feet to the ground if either fell. No pressure.

Making a large, several foot leap, he wrapped his arms around the thin trunk of a nearby tree, wasting no time in shimmying up. It was like Tarzan vs…..Hadrian Monkey? Alien Monkey? The one chimp from Planet of the Apes? Eh. He quickly swung across three branches, using his hands for the first two, before hooking his legs over the third and hanging upside down like a big overgrown chimp. Squinting up, he could see Kiris a few trees away, singing with her eyes closed. Now was his chance, she was in the line of sight. The song was now as loud as ever, almost ringing in his ears. A lion ready to pounce on a perfect gazelle for dinner...god, why was he so creepy?

Tensing up his legs in preparation for the leaping strike that he hoped would end the fight, if it could even be called such, Carter observed Kiris intently, and noticed how she suddenly opened her eyes and inspected her surroundings, her eyes eventually settling on him. Far from scurrying off to safety or getting in a better position to fight back, she merely gave him a playful smile and continued singing, infuriating him. Well, even if she wasn’t going to keep running, he sure as hell wasn’t going to give up the chase. Propelling himself with gusts of wind in addition to his own strength, he made the leap, aiming straight towards her with another of his trademark flying kicks.

Before he could reach her, however, his foot suddenly began feeling much heavier than before. The reason for it becoming weighed down soon became apparent: there were numerous crystalline growths appearing around his leg and slowly expanding, becoming heavier and, more importantly, slowing him down. In the end, his kick did not reach its intended target; instead, he slowed to a halt and was sure to fall to the ground. That is, until a long claw reached out and grabbed him by one of his flailing arms, taking care not to hurt him.

“Givin’ up yet?” The Hadrian asked, a grin on her face.

“Y-y……”

“Y-yes” he gasped out, panting heavily. On his face was an expression etched of pure fear and pain, gritting his teeth with a loud sound. With a face and cry of obvious joy, Kiris yanked up Carter onto the wide plank, putting both into a crouching position, face to face.

But, something had changed.

Carter’s expression of panic had now morphed into a wicked, wide smile. “On second thought…” he said slowly with an air of glee, before slamming a left hook right into the side of Kiris’ face, squarely on her jaw. “I’ve changed my mind. Forgive me, will you?” He then leapt forward and slammed his knee directly into her stomach, gust of air sending her flying into a nearby tree with a sonic shout of surprise and fear, seemingly disrupting the little natural harmony still spared, birds and leaves fluttering in every which direction.

“That’s not fair! I don’t forgive you!” The Hadrian cried out in anger as she held onto the tree by sinking one of her claws into the wood. With the other one, she effortlessly snapped one of the tree’s largest boughs and, with all of her strength, lobbed it at Carter like it was one of Zeus’ thunderbolts. She repeated this procedure a couple times before changing her approach, climbing up the tree’s trunk and onto the top, where she easily blended in with the leaves. However, she poked out of the foliage for a moment to look at Carter.

“I’ll make you give up again, and then I won’t let you!” She shouted, shaking her clawed fist at him, before disappearing again. The delicate sound of a Hadrian’s voice intoning a spellsong once again filled the chaotic forest, though Kiris knew better than to try the same trick again.

Carter quickly dropped to a few lower branches to avoid getting shish-kebabbed by the tree branches, a wild grin still plastered to his face. “Aw, c’mon Kiris, forgiving is what friends do!” he belted out in a mock sing-song voice. “And there’s one problem with your plan: I’m not giving up.” Leaping up through the treetops in hot pursuit of that Hadrian, Carter quickly flew up all the way to the very top layer of the forest, sun starting to poke through the leaves growing in sparseness. The same song had started again, one that pretty much put a neon target on Kiris’ back. Cackling, he started a massive wind blowing through the trees, starting as a light breeze rustling the leaves, but soon becoming a full on gale, branches trembling and swaying, vines beginning to dance back and forth. “YOU GIVE UP!” he screamed with obvious delight as he tightened his fingers on the rough bark, refusing to let go.

There was only one problem, and it was that the song that Kiris was singing was not the same as before. Seated on a particularly sturdy branch, with her back against the trunk, she continued singing through the gale, trying to ignore the roaring winds to the best of her ability as she focused on the spellsong. It would not be long before she had to stop singing and hold onto the tree with all of her strength to avoid being flung away, but she only needed a few moments more to complete the spell.

Suddenly, the singing stopped, and Kiris disappeared before Carter’s very eyes. A sudden additional weight on the branch where he was standing alerted him to a presence, but it was too late, and immediately afterwards he felt a pair of claws firmly yet carefully grasping his shoulders, and a long tail wrapping around one of his ankles. “You’re goin’ to have to try a lot harder than that, because I’m not givin’ up either!” She told him, her usual cheer laced with dose of friendly rivalry. Then, the Hadrian took off, practically flying from branch to branch, leaping from treetop to treetop, traversing the forest and dragging the blond boy through as much foliage and as many branches as possible. Elena said not to do anything dangerous, so that limited her possibilities quite a bit, but she figured this was suitable: the worst that could happen was Carter getting dizzy and earning a few scratches.

“Enjoyin’ the view?” She asked him playfully, turning to look at him for just a moment before turning her sights ahead, careful not to crash into a tree.

“NOOOOO! FOR GOD SAKES I’M NOOOOT!” he practically screamed as he felt branch after branch after leaf after vine after stray bird smack him in the face repeatedly. He was flipped upside down, unable to see, unable to breathe. He could barely tell where he was, what direction he was facing, and he felt a strong taste of bile in his mouth, ready to foam out. This was worse than that time he had drunk three cans of soda after eating! Worse than riding Space Mountain with a wilted quesadilla in his stomach! This was the wooooorst! He had to get out. A tree trunk was coming up, and he squarely locked his arms around the it, his grip almost torn off immediately. A loose tree branch whipped him across the face, leaving a sizable gash below his eye, barely missing. After some squirming, he managed to land a solid kick into her back, and used it to start wiggling free. Both were pulling in opposite directions, and eventually, something would have to give.

“Hey! The ride isn’t over yet, don’t be a party popper!” Kiris shouted at him as she continued the small tug of war, the pull on her lower back quickly becoming fairly uncomfortable. She needed to triumph over Carter, so she began trying to pull herself further ahead by grabbing onto nearby boughs, but a small miscalculation ended up making her fall just short of reaching the next one, and the ensuing loss of balance caused her to drop and smack her face against a tree trunk, now hanging from Carter’s ankle. Looking up, she saw his face and realized that he’d had the same idea as her.

“No way.” She said as she dug one of her claws into the trunk with all of her might, unwilling to take the same ride she had given him. Her tail quickly uncurled, releasing Carter’s ankle, though it was likely that it left a mark.

The Hadrian was about to say something else, but the sound of rushing water reached her ears, drawing her attention. Turning her eyes ahead and peering past the cover of branches and leaves, she saw a raging river that practically split the forest in half. Having heard nothing similar back when they were at the clearing, Kirisvala only now realized how far they had come.

“Um, say, maybe we should try goin’ back now?” She told Carter.

Following Kiris’ gaze, he noticed the roaring river below, mist rising off the rocks being furiously beaten. His eyes widened upon realization, and his grip suddenly slackened, with him promptly falling backwards into a nearby tree bough. “Uhhh...oh yeah….umm…yeah, maybe we should. Draw?” he weakly offered. “Yeeeahh, I’ll catch up with you, still kinda seeing double vision. God, there’s like two rivers. Um, yeah, don’t mind, I’m just hanging around.” he muttered out with a feeble attempt at a laugh, wiping the blood from under his eye.

“No way I’m leavin’ you here like this, what if a big roar-roar comes along and tries to eat you?” The alien girl told him, scaling up the tree to rescue Carter and slinging him over her shoulder before climbing back down with the aid of her claws. Quickly reaching the ground, she changed to a princess carry in hopes of making the trip more comfortable to Carter, though she didn’t know if it would embarrass him as well.

“Besides, I can find the way back easy, we Hadrians can track people! For instance, Mars is right over there.” She said as she started walking in the direction of the clearing with Carter in tow. “I bet our fight really impressed E-” The girl paused, starting to realize just why going off to play in the forest might not have been such a great idea. “...lena.” She finished. She and Carter looked at each other.

“Crap.”
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The Knockout Gun Gals
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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby The Knockout Gun Gals » Mon Mar 19, 2018 7:41 pm

The Republic of Atria wrote:
The Knockout Gun Gals wrote:
Wyatt seemed distracted apparently. From what she said? But wasn't she said...oh. Oh, okay. She got it, now. It was an unintentional distraction from day one. But this was no time to smile or to grin, as Park did delivered flurry of strikes. Wyatt huddled down behind his shield and time will tell whether this would be the important attack.

But then Wyatt did something. Some kind of magic changing to fire. And he slammed his shield to the ground which let out large firestorm. And a long one, as Park was thrown off-guard and despite her dodge attempt, it was a futile and a bit of failure as she was thrown a bit far. Once she was able to not fell down, "Argh! That was one hell of an attack!" she yelled. She stood again, but this time she was injured, more or less. Her healing power proved to be helpful in this case, as she recovered slowly from the major attack.

Magic is her new weaknesses, apparently. That is beyond physical combat.

She took her sword and swinging it around slowly with her right hand. Wyatt's too powerful, only because he is not a physical fighter and reliance on his magic power. She is not capable enough of stopping one, so she decided to take a drastic measure. Her left hand, has a pistol on it. She is thinking about what to do next...


His counter was much more effective than he thought it would be. Fortunately the woman seemed more than hardy enough to take it, though she did look significantly more agitated. Perhaps maybe calling it off before she decided to actually use that gun of hers. "Ummm, maybe we should call it off?" He offered. On the out side he tried to look as reasonable an professional as possible, on the inside however, he was celebrating his first genuine win. All blood, sweat, and tears he spent training with Orro paid off. Though he was a bit more defensive than he would have preferred, he figured it was the optimal strategy. He looked to his mentor who seemed to be watching every fight. When he noticed Wyatt looking a him, he nodded approvingly.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm very sure things would have been very different if you could use that gun."


Agreement over not continuing seems to be wise. She admits, this is not her first loss with sparring partner. But this is her first loss with someone who utilized magic. Not her usual sparring partner. Wyatt offered to stop the fight before the fight turned uglier from this, since she is also interested in using her pistol in this combat. "Agreed. Let's call this spar off right here, right now," as she put her sword back and her pistol to the holster.

She walked to Wyatt, and then offered her right hand, "It's a good fight, Wyatt."
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Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby Absolon-7 » Mon Mar 19, 2018 8:25 pm

Charmera wrote:---


His plan seemed to actually be working since the swarm manged to distract Cassandra long enough for him to block off the pain from his mind. Until she obliterated most of the insects with her cannon. Casimir pouted in frustration since he hoped they would of lasted longer so now he'd have to go on the offensive. The next few seconds would be crucial in the outcome of sparring match. He tried a kick and he tried his insect manipulation which left open palm strikes as the only option.

"I guess it's my turn Cass," he claimed with brevity. Sprinting at full speed he set upon her releasing a fury of strikes against her aiming for mostly her torso. He even included a few false swipes where he immediately changed the direction of the swing. To finish the assault off, he reared back his left arm and darted it forward using as much momentum as he could straight towards her sternum. Well, whatever the android equivalent of a sternum was. The move left him completely open but he'd have to risk it if he wanted a win.
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Left-wing Utopia

Postby New Neros » Mon Mar 19, 2018 9:06 pm

The Flutterlands wrote:-Andrew Marks-


Mar smiled as she cocked her hip to the side and pressed away at her phone intently. "Uber is pretty fun, it's basically a taxi that doesn't charge you an arm or an leg to get around town." She showed Andrew the phone's screen, forgetting that he was blind but could see through Rango. "And it doesn't take the longest route possible to your destination. I use it all the time, whenever I can."

Turpin motioned for the three of them to sit down under a shaded bench near where they were standing, and promptly joined in on the conversation. "I just tend to walk wherever I want to go, if not, I just take the bus." He looked up and down the street, eyeing the light traffic and keeping a watchful gaze for something ominous, as he felt like something was going on elsewhere. Mar and Andrew chatted for a bit, until a gray sedan pulled up to the side of the street and gave a quick honk. Mar jumped up and pulled Andrew up as well, Black Luminous remaining on the bench and giving a friendly wave to the youth.

"It was so nice to meet you, Andrew, don't forget about our play date." She said with a small laugh, "Bring some loose fitting clothing, we go pretty hard when we train. Good luck out there!" She said with a wave, closing the car door behind Andrew, and continuing to wave as he traveled down the street in a strangers car, who was already en-route to St. Martha's Orphanage. Black Luminous stood next to her for a moment and watched the teenager leave as well. "So, you think he can be a good member for Orion?"

"Not at all." Luminous replied, "But he'll make a fine Young Blood."
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Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby Finland SSR » Tue Mar 20, 2018 1:22 am

8 Years Ago

The Great Floyd Tolson!





Zealot cults are hard to kill. The destruction of the main base of the Cult of Liberty was only a setback for the deranged superpower seekers and virgin sacrificers. Many of the members of the cult ended up arrested and tried, but a good number of them escaped one way or another, either through winning their trials, escaping from prison, or simply not being in the meeting when the Los Angeles Stars crashed down. They were still waiting for the superpowers they wanted, and attempted to hasten Satan's bureaucracy with even more virgin sacrifices.

Nuts.

"Take this gift from us earthlings!" the headmaster exclaimed, and moments later, a young girl fell to her doom into a wide volcanic crack in the middle of nowhere somewhere in the Sierra Nevada mountains. In the evening, far from civilization and those pesky heroes. The rest of the cult chanted in Latin, hoping that their pleads are heard, and finally, the headmaster turned to the closest cultist, speaking:

"If you truly believe in the Eye of Liberty, He will hear your wishes and make them ha-"

Suddenly, the ground began to shake, causing most of the cultists to fall on their asses and a bunch of rocks to fall to the gap. Any sane person would probably assume that this was a some sort of earthquake - they were in a tectonically active area, after all - and would thus probably run to safety, but this is not a place where you should search for sanity.

"Satan has heard us!" one of the cultists exclaimed, standing up. What followed was as far from the voice of Satan as you could possibly imagine.

"I appreciate the compliment, but I believe that you've been mistaken."

A figure came to view from the other side of the crack, with dark hair and a dark green jacket. One hand held a sword, while the other was dirty from having punched the earth a few seconds prior. Noticeable confusion could be seen in the faces of the hooded men.

"Don't recognize me?" Floyd spoke, walking closer. By now, he was on the very edge of the crack, only five or so meters away from the group. "The hero Point-Blank? From two years ago?"

"That kid?.." one of the cultists, armed with a pistol in his hand, finally muttered after a second of silence. Even if you disregarded the fact that these people only met Floyd once... the young man looked very, very different, and not just because he was no longer in uniform. His old stature, filled with uncertainty, childishness and a mix of bravado and stupidity, was gone, replaced by a straight, firm and confident one - if the cultists did not know how much time had passed since their last meeting, they would have assumed that he aged by at least ten years.

"Funny thing is, I achieved the very same thing you chaps have been trying, and without the need of throwing fleshlights to a fire, either." Floyd continued, in a completely casual tone. "I figured I'd search you chaps out and go for a test drive on you."

Without warning, the swordsman leaped forward, making it across the crack in a single bounce, and slammed into one of the unsuspecting hooded cultists, dragging him across the ground with his feet out of sheer momentum. Pistol shots, screams of terror and the sounds of running feet ensued, and Floyd, having left the initial target as a pile of ripped up flesh and bones, leaped back towards the next victim. With his strength, speed, endurance and reflexes all enhanced to severely superhuman levels, sensory manipulation turned out to be surprisingly useful - with nothing but a few important senses like vision and hearing turned off, the swordsman could easily see and register incoming bullets, and respond appropriately, either by dodging or cutting the projectiles in half in mid-air. The second of the cultists found himself kicked into the same pit he watched the girl fall in, the third, armed with a pistol, received a swift uppercut, the fourth got caught while running away and decked into the rough earth, so on and so forth... The tides had turned overwhelmingly, and the weak stupid wannabe hero kid who got hospitalized by a single bullet was now bossing the cultists around one by one.

The headmaster - at least, that's what Floyd imagined him to be, judging from his fancier purple cloak - was the last of the group. Floyd noticed him attempting to surprise him from behind with a wooden plank slam, but all he got was an elbow to the chest, breaking a few ribs and sending him crashing on the ground.

"You know what?" the swordsman suddenly spoke while slowly walking closer with the bloodied sword still in his hand. "I can actually sympathize to you a bit. You're so frustrated by the fact that you lost the superpower lottery that you're willing to kill innocent people to change that. I feel you. I feel you so much. Until a few days ago, I tried everything I could to do the same thing. Learning martial arts and trying to become a powerless type of hero - didn't help. Trying to reapply to Thomsen High - nope. Trying to apply for a hero team - who's going to accept a twat like me? Attempting to sign up for dangerous research experiments - failed. So I turned to the most radical option possible... or, more accurately, it turned towards me. Selling my soul. I personally appreciate the result."

Floyd placed his foot on the bodied headmaster's abdomen, making sure he stays in place, then raised his sword, aiming for the man's chest. This immediately sparked a survivalist response in the cultist, who started to struggle as much as he could (to no avail) and spoke:

"Y-you're a hero, aren't you? That's what you presented as to us two years ago... A-and as a hero, you're not supposed to kill people, that's what their code says! Take me to law enforcement..."

Floyd lowered his sword, slightly. Then laughed. First only a little bit, cringing, which soon evolved into a full-on laugh.

"A hero?" he exclaimed, whilst trying to regain his composure. "I used to be a hero. But those years of being one taught me that being a hero sucks. No killing, no having fun, always keeping restraint to make the best image to the public. And no matter what I do, I'm going to hell anyway - so why even bother with that? Best to make my life as much of a pleasure as I can before Beelzebub comes to claim his soul."

Floyd raised his sword yet again, this time for good, and made one last batch of comments:

"I believe that all of us have a desire to act however we want within us. But the difference is that those who won the lottery often recognize just how lucky they are, and act appropriately. I didn't win the lottery. I robbed it."

Stab. Gurgle.

Add one more to Floyd's kill count.
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Postby Tomia » Tue Mar 20, 2018 5:30 am

On the Plane
Roy nodded softly. his face sympathetic. "When I first joined the Justice Queens, I went after... well some really bad guy. The team told me not too, but I was so eager to prove myself I went after him anyway. I got my ass kicked, and the Queens had to come rescue me. They were mad, but not nearly as mad as I was at myself. I definitely didn't feel like I belonged, but eventually you just grow into it, if it's right for you." Roy said before turning his head slightly to look at Wendy more directly. "If it helps. I definitely think you belong here, and I'm glad you're with us."

Training Island
Mars had some training with hand to hand combat, thanks mostly to Roy, but he was still no where on the level that he wanted to be. He smirked at Wendy's comment before preparing for her strike. Roy had talked to him a bit about reading your opponent. Mars could see Wendy had invested her weight into her right hook, leaving her left side exposed. As deftly as he could, the boy genius side stepped to his left, throwing an upper cut to Wendy's stomach in an attempt to throw her off balance. The punch wasn't especially forceful however, partially because a desire not too hurt her as well as lack of proper technique.

Meanwhile Roy was approached by Mike, who asked him to spar. Roy smiled and nodded, Mike was a good sparring partner for him, mostly because they were two among the few people with considerable combat experience in the group. "Sure thing" Roy said as he saw Mike getting into a combat stance. He followed suit, taking out his staff and taking an offensive position to counter Mike's defensive choice. When they were both set, Roy swung his staff upward towards Mike's chin, before quickly spinning left, sending a horizontal strike towards his ribs now that he had closed the gap and was up close.

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Ex-Nation

Postby The Rebel Alliances » Tue Mar 20, 2018 8:38 am

Alexis Cain/Raven

It took some explaining to get Nicholas to believe that I am a gun wielding vigilante. But what was surprising was that after that, it took very little explanation to get him to 'join' me. He seemed perfectly willing even after I suggested the craziest and very likely great way to get us killed plan of breaking someone out of a high security prison. There had to be a story there, perhaps one day I'll get him to tell me about it. But before that we both came to the conclusion that we needed to expand our number. That jail break could get us a potential new recruit, but we will need some more talent just to pull that off. Luckily enough, Nick was a brilliant computer hacker and a talented magic user. Two skill sets I could definitely use. Even now as I was walking the dark streets of the city heading nowhere in particular. Because neither of us had any good leads on potential allies. Can't exactly ask just anyone 'Hey, I am a vigilante who kills people. Want to be my friend?' So Nicholas was running through various profiles he could find online while I scouted the ground turf. That was until his voice echoed into my left ear from an earpiece he loaned me before I left.

"You are being followed."

"Come again?" I snorted as I nearly turned around to look myself.

"Don't turn around! Look, as I am running through possibles for our team I am also keeping an eye on you via the security cameras of the city. That said I noticed a young woman tailing you. She is keeping good distance too, I doubt you would have noticed her by yourself." Nick explained.

I kept walking at a steady pace and spoke in whispers trying to hide as best I could that I knew about my tail. Passing by a love struck couple on a bench I hissed into the communicator for any ideas. To which Nicholas responded.

"A couple. Either take the safe route and find a place with a lot of people around. If she is just looking for an audience, she will still likely contact you. But that could scare her off if she has other motives. Second, find a isolated spot. I don't need to explain why that is a stupid idea. It may be faster but the risk of getting killed is mathematically....really damn high. So, which is it boss?" I took several moments to consider the options, never stopping as I did so. Finally I reached a conclusion.

"I want this over fast. I also want to find out who the hell this is exactly. Besides, I have my gear in the backpack I am carrying. I'll go for option two." I could hear a groan on the other end of the line.

"My leader is an idiot."

I gave a smirk and whispered. "I have my own style is all. Now stay quiet, I don't want to risk alerting my stalker that I know something."

With that decided I moved across a parking lot and jumped a fence as I busted the window in a warehouse and let myself in. Inside, I quickly removed my pack and retrieved my helmet and guns. Equipping them and then finding a spot where I could keep an eye on the entrance and the back door. Planting myself there and glancing at my watch as if I was waiting for someone.

Now all that there is left to do is hope my stalker takes the bait...and hope she is not some assassin. Either way, I was very interested in how this was going to turn out.
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Scandinavian Liberal Paradise

Postby United Kingdom of Poland » Tue Mar 20, 2018 6:16 pm

On the plane

Wendy bit her lip as she listened to Roy’s story. She knew his back story well enough that a small part of her wanted to tell him her secret. But she still couldn’t dare risk it. He might have been trained as an assassin, but he hadn’t done so by choice. Wendy had chosen the life she had once lived. Never once during the dozens of heists she helped her parents preform did she ever consider calling the FBI, nor during their time on the run. Would he still say what he had told her if he knew her secret?

“Thanks.” She said, smiling weakly. “Now if you wouldn’t mind. I’d like to get some sleep.”
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At the island

Wendy dropped to her knees as the punch hit her, her lungs desperately grabbing for every molecule of air they could find. She tried to stand up only to collapse back onto the ground, tears streaming from her face.

“Sorry Wendy.” She heard Mars say as he walked over too her. “I swear I tried not to hit you that hard.”

Wendy’s cringes of agony changed into a smile as he drew close, her fist curling around a patch of loose gravel. “That’s your own fault then.” Quick as a flash, she threw the gravel in Mars’s face, blinding him before sweeping his legs out from under him. “After all,” She said, getting back up. “You’re the one who added the Kevlar armor to my coat.”

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Ex-Nation

Postby New Finnish Republic » Tue Mar 20, 2018 6:28 pm

Red





Red stood in front of a judge, clothed in an orange jumpsuit as his hands were handcuffed in front of him. Assembled in the various seats were a handful of people, mainly reporters but a few average looking people who must have been eager to see what the judge's decision was going to be. Seeing as he had just spent the last hour in a dark prison cell alone, Red was ready for the decision to be made as well, however he was far from happy when it finally came.

"The court has found you guilty of the reported offences, including but not limited to first degree murder, breaking and entering, and resisting a lawful arrest. You are sentenced to life in prison without parole."

The judge's eyes narrowed.

"May God have mercy, because you shan't find it here on Earth any longer."

Red simply glared at the man before being forcefully escorted out of the courtroom. He hadn't had a chance in hell in terms of defense. His gun matched the ballistic reports, there were several eyewitnesses who put him at various scenes of the supposed crime, and dozens of reports on the criminals he'd beaten to a pulp were shown. He had no alibi, no way to prove his innocence besides his own words, and nobody to vouch for him.

He had noted, with a mixture of anger and sadness, that not a single one of the Young Bloods had been present during his sentencing. While he knew they were out in some God-forsaken island, there was no way that at least Naja hadn't learned about what had happened. While he didn't expect a flood of them to come rushing into the courtroom to plead for his innocence, as he had only closely known most of these people for only a few weeks, the lack of any appearances simply disappointed him.

Were they truly too caught up in whatever that they couldn't go? Did Naja forbid them? Or did they just not care, figuring that the accusations were likely true and were now glad to get him off their hands? As for the last option, Red couldn't really blame them for wanting to think like that, but it still stung quite a bit. Even a simple "Good Luck" would have been enough, but he hadn't even received that.

As he walked down the stairs of the courthouse, for the first time in what seemed like a long time, Red felt alone.

Very, very, alone.




Brianna Erickson





Brianna watched the girl leave the apartment, careful as to not draw any attention as she slowly began to follow the girl. She stayed quite some distance away, however not so far as to lose sight of her. She did a small feel to ensure her baseball cap was still firmly on her head, followed by placing her hands into her hoodie's pocket as she did her best to look like just another fellow commuter who happened to be walking to the same location as the girl.

However, after a few blocks of trialing the girl, she noticed her shoulders tense up before returning to normal. She noticed the girl seeming to begin talking, likely into a wireless headset from the looks of it. Brianna bit the side of her cheek, knowing that she had been discovered. Still, the fact that this hadn't prompted a chase meant that she was going to eventually confront her pursuer.

Brianna let out a small sigh, begging for the Gods that this didn't end up with a gun being drawn on her. Still, she made sure to keep her right hand near where her watch was on the opposite wrist, where if needed she could deploy her shield. However, she didn't want to make a scene, and the sight of a girl pointing a gun at another who was wielding a spear and shield was sure to raise a few eyebrows.

It looked like whatever was going to happen wasn't going to occur out in the public, as Brianna saw the girl suddenly jump a fence and break her way into what appeared to be a deserted warehouse. While this meant that Brianna herself wasn't going to have to worry about being noticed by others, this also meant that the likelihood of violence to occur was significantly higher.

She debated on whether or not to give up her pursuit and try and find a better time to strike, but from the looks of it trying to catch this girl by surprise wasn't going to happen. She hadn't detected any sense of magic ability within the girl, which meant that she had a friend out there somewhere that was watching her every move. Brianna cursed at the modern technology mortals had developed, as all it ever did was provide more hurdles for her to overcome.

Reaching the building, Briana weighed her options. Her initial thought was to equip herself in her armor and weapons and force the girl to listen to her. But she knew such a thing would only hinder her goals, and the chances of either one of them being killed in the process wasn't something she wanted to risk. She also debated trying to sneak in through a back entrance or some other entry point, but it was already clear that this girl had someone watching over her at all times. All that sneaking around would do was cause further mistrust. Which meant her only option was the most dangerous out of them.

"Týr, grant me your courage."

She quietly prayed as she walked to the front entrance of the building. Sure enough, waiting behind cover with a gun pointed at her was Brianna's target. The sight of the girl's finger being placed firmly on the trigger signaled that one false move would result in a bullet being sent straight at her. Brianna rolled her eyes, realizing that she had indeed started their encounter in the worst, albeit predictable, way.

As she approached, she slowly lifted her hands in the air, indicating she was no threat. The reality was that should Brianna notice the slightest twitch coming from the girl's trigger finger Brianna was prepared to brandish her shield in self defense.

Clearing her throat, she continued approaching.

"I know you don't have any reason to trust me, but I promise you, I am no threat."

While grammatically her English was equivalent to that of an average American, her accent betrayed that of a Scandinavian origin. It was a quirk that she never seemed to be able to drop, but she had learned throughout the year that it often became advantageous as it was charming to most Americans for some odd reason.

"My name is Brianna, and I'm here to ask you a simple request."

Brianna paused as she saw the muzzle of the gun still pointed in her direction. She was now only a few feet away from the girl.

"Allow me to join you in your quest against the monsters who plague this city."
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His counter was much more effective than he thought it would be. Fortunately the woman seemed more than hardy enough to take it, though she did look significantly more agitated. Perhaps maybe calling it off before she decided to actually use that gun of hers. "Ummm, maybe we should call it off?" He offered. On the out side he tried to look as reasonable an professional as possible, on the inside however, he was celebrating his first genuine win. All blood, sweat, and tears he spent training with Orro paid off. Though he was a bit more defensive than he would have preferred, he figured it was the optimal strategy. He looked to his mentor who seemed to be watching every fight. When he noticed Wyatt looking a him, he nodded approvingly.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm very sure things would have been very different if you could use that gun."


Agreement over not continuing seems to be wise. She admits, this is not her first loss with sparring partner. But this is her first loss with someone who utilized magic. Not her usual sparring partner. Wyatt offered to stop the fight before the fight turned uglier from this, since she is also interested in using her pistol in this combat. "Agreed. Let's call this spar off right here, right now," as she put her sword back and her pistol to the holster.

She walked to Wyatt, and then offered her right hand, "It's a good fight, Wyatt."


"It was a good fight. Really." He replied and shook Park's hand and nodded. "Practice hard. I know I'm going to." He challenged. "We can try again in a few days, see who's keeping up better." His first actual win. Being a good sport was part of it, and he did want to see what she could do once she practiced some more. He wanted to see what he could do after he kept his training up. What little he saw Naligura pull off tempted him. The kind of power that he would be wielding some day. It was quite a lot and he had every intention of using it to help people no matter what. It was a big responsibility, and he promised himself that he wouldn't back down. Even if it scared him a little. Some. A lot. But he had friends who would help him if he asked. Hopefully.

He watched some of the other fights. Though it seemed Carter and Kiris had vanished. The one that caught his eye was Cassandra and Casimir. Their fight was quite interesting. Casimir was attacking with bugs, but Cassandra was a machine. He thought what he would do in that situation. Probably use fire or air to clear the bugs out and then go after Casimir with earth.
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Postby Anxiety Cafe » Tue Mar 20, 2018 7:32 pm

In McDonalds

"Well, thank you, kind sir!" Violet mocked a little bit, smiling to let him know it was a joke.

As they waited in line, pondering their orders, Violet turned to him and decided to chatter up. She didn't know him all that well, but the one thing she did know was that he liked to get into fights. A lot.

"So, who were you fighting this time? Another bully?" she quipped.


On the Algerian Coast

"I'm...I'm an experimented subject. Do you know the Delta Pharmaceuticals? They offered me money in exchange for being part of their experiment. They gained control of an unknown extra-terrestrial symbiotic cells. That symbiote attached to me and greedily protected me from them, and then...then we're escaped. Now I'm here and this symbiote...it's killing me!" he desperately ranted. "Can you...do something? I have killed....some....heroes, too, I think. In here, In Algeria."

Asha was immediately bombarded with information, much more than she had expected from what seemed like such a closed off person. Delta Pharmaceuticals sounded familiar, but she never really heard anything specific about it. She was extremely troubled that they were experimenting with aliens; she knew a lot of supers and magicians and other-dimensional beings, but she had little experience with aliens. They were an unknown factor, and their weaponization was concerning. Not to mention that this man-thing-being-creature-alien admitted to killing heroes, alongside her own creatures. She hadn't heard of such hero deaths, so they were probably more local supers; still, the fact he could take them on and win was surprising.

"I..." she started, trailing off. "I don't know how to help you."

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Postby The Rebel Alliances » Tue Mar 20, 2018 7:36 pm

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"What?" That was my thought exactly. As I tried to process what this girl just said Nicholas continued on the other line. "How could she know about us? We just formed this team like, three hours ago." I was grateful that she could not see past my helmet. Because I was dumbfounded. How does she know? Was she in the alley way when I was with Mask that night? No, I am certain she wasn't. And she was tailing me before I put this helmet on which means she knows who I am. If I cannot keep my identity a secret from a random girl in a ball cap, what good is this damn mask? I had so many questions for her, likely not any of which being a response she is expecting. I lowered the gun finally first but kept my mask on.

"How the hell do you even know about that?" It was not until after I said it that I realized it was a pointless question. The fact is that she knows. Now I just need to know how to deal with it.

"Know what, forget it. You want on my team right? Well, since you seem to have me at a disadvantage I'll just let you know now I was thinking of expanding my circle of trust so you found me at the right time. Consider this a job interview." I removed my helmet and placed it on a crate next to me.

"You already know who I am so this is not needed. I'll just have a few questions before I make any decisions."

I then removed and placed both of my guns next to the helmet as I started the 'interview'.

"It's clear that you are resourceful enough to discover who I am and where to find me. I'll be honest with you. I basically have to accept your offer. If I refuse, what is to stop you from turning me over to the Police or the Young Bloods? You also know what I do apparently, namely put very bad people six feet under. But there are things that I need to know about you if we are going to be working together. Like what you can do!" With that, I threw a surprise punch into her direction, missing by inches as she weaved to the side. Ending up on the other side of her due to the momentum of my punch I spun around and tried again. Missing once more.

She was obviously more than she seemed, hell, if It wasn't for my mask I would not be so scary either but I do need to find out how useful she will be to me. I already have a tech support guy and I do not need another one. "$100 on the new girl." Nicholas gambled over the comms.

"Oh you are SO fuckin on." Accepting his challenge I was not certain if this new girl could hear him this close to me or not. As I floated around in a typical boxing fashion I tried to decide what exactly this girl's fighting style was. It was rather obvious that she could fight, because if not then she would have been slugged by my fist twice now. Instead I am assaulting air. But the stranger gave nothing away.

It was like fighting 'him' again. That hero from the alley. But I am in no mood to have my ass handed to me by the newest recruit so I needed to improvise. I threw a couple more jabs before I snatched my helmet up and then hurled it at her as a makeshift projectile followed swiftly by a powerful forward kick.

"Hyah!" I grunted as I surged forward with momentum, finally hoping to connect a solid blow against her and hopefully...not lose a hundred dollars.
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Postby The Knockout Gun Gals » Tue Mar 20, 2018 7:39 pm

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On the Algerian Coast

"I'm...I'm an experimented subject. Do you know the Delta Pharmaceuticals? They offered me money in exchange for being part of their experiment. They gained control of an unknown extra-terrestrial symbiotic cells. That symbiote attached to me and greedily protected me from them, and then...then we're escaped. Now I'm here and this symbiote...it's killing me!" he desperately ranted. "Can you...do something? I have killed....some....heroes, too, I think. In here, In Algeria."

Asha was immediately bombarded with information, much more than she had expected from what seemed like such a closed off person. Delta Pharmaceuticals sounded familiar, but she never really heard anything specific about it. She was extremely troubled that they were experimenting with aliens; she knew a lot of supers and magicians and other-dimensional beings, but she had little experience with aliens. They were an unknown factor, and their weaponization was concerning. Not to mention that this man-thing-being-creature-alien admitted to killing heroes, alongside her own creatures. She hadn't heard of such hero deaths, so they were probably more local supers; still, the fact he could take them on and win was surprising.

"I..." she started, trailing off. "I don't know how to help you."


Well, that's a lot of thing that he told to her. Hopefully she could aided him in his journey. Whether or not he can embraced this symbiote well (the symbiote is very happy to embraced him, but he has no idea whether to accept it reluctantly, or with glee, or just plain refused it). But when she said she can't helped him, he resigned to the fate that he has to accept his power, but he still needs to learn the ropes. But to be honest, the only major issue so far is to control his transformation and that delivering attacks aren't quite stick.

"Okay..." he started, "So...can you maybe just send me food? And by food, I mean...humans. Like, real-life humans. I won't seriously harm your...sea friends anymore, but I need humans as my real food. In exchange, I will try to keep this symbiotic cell on me on the leash until I able to control them properly," he offered it as a suggestion.

"What do you say?"
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Tue Mar 20, 2018 8:57 pm

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Several things crossed Icarus' mind after hearing Violet's playful words, but he opted to say nothing and simply returned a small, somewhat awkward smile, before letting go of the door and trailing behind the older girl to stand in line. Glancing up at the menu, he randomly decided on one of the packages, unwilling to spend any significant amount of time deliberating on a menu he'd likely never look at again.

Noticing Violet turning towards him as they stood in line, the blond boy directed his attention at her, listening to her question. He frowned a little practically on reflex; while he didn't think he had done anything wrong by his standards, it was still not a pleasant memory, for several reasons. Still, he didn't see a reason not to answer her, as long as he didn't give away any of the important details.

"Another bully... yeah, you could say that." He said, his disdain for his opponent evident in his voice. "I was out and about, trying to do the right thing in my own way, and he came at me without a second thought, feeling like a hero all the while." He added with a derisive snort. "I hate those types. People with their sense of self-righteousness so inflated that they're full of themselves, but barely do anything to help others. The world seems full of them nowadays." He concluded.

Noticing that he had gotten a bit carried away, though, he decided to say something else to try and change the subject. "...Uh, but, I doubt you want to hear me complain any further..." He mumbled, trailing off at the end. "How... how about you?" He added afterwards. "Help any other troubled kids lately?" He asked her with a joke of his own.
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Postby New Finnish Republic » Wed Mar 21, 2018 12:58 am

Briana Erickson





Brianna was surprise to see how compliant, albeit confused, the girl was. She had no doubts that she was wondering how exactly Brianna knew about her existence. Quite frankly, it had been more of a chance experience.

Brianna had been scouting out potential leads on a potential big time arms dealer whose base of operations were located right in the crime ridden downtown of San Diego. They were an ex-KGB crime syndicate who had set up shop here on the West Coast and have quickly became the larger arms dealer in the region. If there was a crime involving any kind of firearm, it was almost always somehow linked to them.

However, her investigation had turned sour the other night after a sudden gunfight broke out only a few blocks away from the dive bar she had infiltrated. Her intended target had been escorted away by several heavily armed guards, meaning that the element of surprise was now out of the equation. Frustrated, Brianna left the bar empty handed when all of a sudden a sensation she had not felt in many years entered her.

There were true warriors nearby, ones that had the potential to earn entry to Valhalla should they fulfill their destinies. It was a small quirk of the Valkyries, one that in normal situations allowed them to quickly find worthy warriors on the battlefields that were worth observing. However, in this place and in these times, there were very seldom few who met the criteria needed for consideration.

Curious, she decided to investigate just who these warriors were. While no longer possessing the ability to send their souls to Valhalla should they perish, they could prove to be the right type of people she had been searching for all these years.

By the time she had arrived to the scene of all the commotion, it was too late as all that remained was the remains of the those who had died. Based on what she saw, it truly had been a magnificent battle. At first, she cursed at herself, thinking she had missed an opportunity to find the individuals whose souls had caught her attention.

However, she suddenly picked up on their souls once more, although it was very faint. Determined not to miss another chance, she did her best to follow the sensation, although it had been so long since she had used this power that she found it difficult to pinpoint their location. Eventually, she managed to find roughly where she was at, but before she could attempt to confront these people, a cry rang out followed by a helmeted girl exiting.

Not knowing what else to do, Brianna waited patiently for some time before eventually creeping up to where they had been. Inside, she found a young man dressed in a style of clothing that indicated he was what was commonly referred to as "Heroes". She often rolled her eyes at the term, as many of these so-called heroes were nothing more than attention seekers looking to make a name for themselves as well as a profit.

The young man was passed out, apparently knocked out somehow by the helmeted girl from before. The sight puzzled Brianna immensely. Why would she do such a thing? If the man had been an enemy, it was clear that she would have had no problem finishing the job once he was defenseless. Yet she left him there alive, albeit likely after suffering an excruciating amount of pain based on the scream from earlier. So if he was a friend, the question of why she had done what she had remained.

Shaking her head, Brianna decided to not waste any further time thinking of what had occurred. If she had learned anything over the last millennium, it was that mortals were unpredictable creatures, often going the furthest away from logic as possible as long as it suited their desires.With little else she could do, she decided to leave the young man where he lay, although she made sure to close the door on the way out as to not attract unwanted visitors.

And thus, after this the search for the girl began. Her trail was so faint at this point that it was nearly impossible to detect, but what could have only been by the grace of the Gods she managed to get a general gist of where the girl had gone, like a nail attracted to a strong yet distant magnet. Along the way, she had to avoid the packs of criminals who were now brimmed to the teeth, no doubt in search of the two individuals from before. Police vehicles likewise scoured the streets, although they seemed to be mindful not to step outside the protection of their vehicles as they continued their search.

After what seemed like an eternity, Brianna had finally found where she could only hope to be where the girl was living. Her aura had faded tremendously at this point, as battle acted as an amplifier for the Valkyrie's power. The longer she stayed away from fighting, the fainter it would get until it'd be undetectable from even a few feet away.

And so, she waited until the woman reappeared from the building, which led to the current events, of which resulted in her now getting into a fist fight with the girl. Having wished to avoid exactly this, Brianna couldn't help but feel angry as she was forced to fend off the attacks from the girl. She noticed the girl possessed a formidable fighting ability, but countless battles had given her more experience in the martial arts than even a mortal master of the arts would feel like a novice.

Brianna was about to try and say something to deescalate things when all of a sudden a helmet flew at her face, followed by a flying kick from her attacker. Sidestepping the helmet as she did, she reached out to the leg, gaining control of it by tucking it close to her chest and used her momentum to fling her hard onto her back. Brianna could hear the air rush out of the girl's lungs as she let go of the leg, choosing to simply stare down at the girl.

"Beiskaldi! Just calm yourself and let me-"

She didn't get to finish her sentence, as a sudden leg sweep caught her off guard and sent her on her own back. Her opponent, seeing an opportunity to strike, attempted to finish her off with a downward kick. However, her foot was stopped short as it came into contact with Brianna's shield, Traust, which caused her to limp backwards in pain. Traust could deflect practically any mortal weapon, even the firearms most mortals carried around in this age. Thus, a mere kick had little chance of doing any damage to its wielder, instead causing pain to its assailant.

Getting back onto her feet, Brianna returned Traust to its usual form. Glaring down at the girl before her, she lowered herself into a fighting stance. It was clear that there would be only one way for this to end, and while she wasn't against it, she was frankly pissed off that she needed to engage in such a meaningless endeavor.

"If it is a fight you are looking for, I shall give you what you desire. But if you're foolish enough to think you can best me, I may have to reconsider my request."




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Postby Finland SSR » Wed Mar 21, 2018 3:22 am

4 Years Ago

The Great Floyd Tolson!





A man dressed in white sitting on the top of the local grocery store with his right hand in a bag of chips and his left holding a cigarette was not a common sight in the city of York, England. And yet, here we are. After peacefully extorting some necessary cash and foodstuffs from the shop owner below, Floyd sat down on the top to have a little break. Not that he even needs to eat - the swordsman noticed quite early that he needs no food, water or sleep to sustain himself at max capacity - but it's a pleasure, and that's all that matters.

It's good to be back in jolly old England once in a while, isn't it? America is fun, and huge, and has tons of heroes and villains to beat up for fun or for money... but even a degenerate like Floyd has his familiar preferences. Like his home country. Certainly not as massive and open as the wide reaches of the American West... but a great alternative nonetheless. That's what Floyd knew.

What he didn't know was that the shop owner he had just robbed has already called the law enforcement in the city, informing them that a new supervillain had just descended down on them, and was now perched on the top of the shop, seemingly staying here. Who knows what kind of dastardly plans this new supervillain is making up there...

Watching the car traffic in the street in front of the grocery store, Floyd puffed out a smoke. Let's see... I'm pretty much done here, aren't I?
Wonder where I could go next, hmmm... This city must have at least a dozen bars, right? Probably also a few cinemas, why not visit those, see what's new... Or I could go to a poor neighborhood and beat up some thugs, watch them cry. Whatever the choice, I'll need to make it quick,
my plane is leaving tomorrow and-


Floyd's inner monologue was cut off by the sound of incoming police sirens, growing louder and louder with each passing second. Oh great,
the beating meat came to me.
Looks like someone's already aware of his exploits - Floyd quickly put two and two together and sighed a little. Maybe he should've stabbed that shop owner in the end anyway - he has been surprisingly soft today, even let the poor man go because he's in Britain. And look where that ended up.

There were about six of those police cars, which forced the swordsman to raise an eyebrow. They... know that they'll be fighting a superhuman, right? That's what Floyd presented himself as to the shop owner - surely, they would bring more firepower than this. At least a few helicopters. Maybe a murder drone. Or at least just a drone. The swordsman's doubts were dispelled a little bit once the cars stopped, one of them opened and the first of the crew stepped on the asphalt - he didn't look like a policeman at all. A shirt with a skull on it, a dark red leather coat with some fur, and fashionable glasses. Something you were more likely to see in a cartoon, not in real life.

Which immediately drew Floyd to the conclusion that this was the local superhero.

A bunch of lights were soon directed straight into the swordsman's face, forcing him to wince a little from the brightness. The mysterious costumed man was handed a speech amplifier by one of his more average, policeman companions, then exclaimed:

"Get down on the ground!"

Floyd winced once again, this time from the extremely loud sound, but did not lose his composure, and replied:

"Have patience. Let me finish this cigarette first." However, instead of finishing it, Floyd squeezed it into the concrete under his feet, then, just as the police requested, leaped down, landing gracefully about five meters away from the costumed man. "I don't have infinite time, so I'll answer a few of your questions before you even ask them. First, I am the person who robbed this shop. Second, I don't repent my actions. Third, I will not let myself be arrested. Come attack me for all I care."

This sudden barrage of exposition caught the police and the costumed man a little by surprise, but he soon wore that surprise off with a smirk.

"Clearly, you must be new around these places." he spoke, then moved his right arm to the side. To Floyd's surprise and disgust, mostly disgust, the army contorted and twisted, pulling out a bone from within and then transforming it into a sword of sorts. Bone manipulation? Creation? Interesting... "Otherwise, you'd think twice before challenging the guardian of York, Scythe. What's your name, villain?"

The last word cracked Floyd up a little, he pulled out a sword of his own from the hilt on his back and turned off all senses but vision, hearing, balance and limb position. "It's Floyd. Floyd Tolson."

"What a weird alias."

"That's not my alias. I don't have one."

"You're risking a lot by using your real name in the superhuman world."

"If I had anything to lose, then maybe."

Scythe frowned a little, clearly dissatisfied with the response, then decided to cut to the chase and begin the fight, starting out with a sudden rush towards Floyd and a barrage of powerful, direct sword slashes. To his surprise, however, none of them ended up landing - the first ones ended up dodged and deflected without a bit of sweat, while the others, no matter how much they tried to trick the target by moving in unexpected directions, only ended up hitting the blade of Floyd's dark sword. Not only that, but the villain was clearly grinning - out of insanity or out of enjoyment, Scythe couldn't tell, but he decided to not roll the die just yet.

It was Floyd's turn to go on an offensive, and the superhero could immediately tell that he underestimated the opponent - the youngster's technique was so fast and so precise that Scythe needed to move as fast as he possibly could to prevent getting struck in the head, neck or legs, all three being locations the villain just loved to target, apparently. And not a single slip-up... If Floyd aimed for the neck, then he aimed for the neck, god dammit - not a millimeter's change from the original trajectory, unless needed. Scythe eventually found a way to stop this offensive, however - after a yet another of Floyd's slashes towards the chest. the hero stopped the incoming sword, then manipulated the blade of bone to bend around the weapon, holding it tight. The battle went to a standstill.

"Good moves, villain," Scythe spoke, struggling to keep the opponent's sword in place in light of his efforts to pull it out. "You look young, but your finesse is impeccable."

"Tsk." was all Floyd muttered out in response. Scythe frowned yet again. His right arm began to twist and open, unveiling a tube of bone which began shooting out "bullets" of the same bone material towards the locked opponent. Floyd swiftly moved his legs and torso to the sides to avoid getting hit, but once he realized that by dodging like that, he was losing the tug war between their weapons, he went to a standstill and started to simply tank the pellets. One struck him, then the other, then more and more, until it turned into a whole machine gun of "bullets" showering the villain. But, outside of pushing him back a little, it achieved no result.

Perhaps, if his sense of pain was not turned off, the results would have been different.

Finally, after enough struggling with the bony grip, Floyd pulled his sword out, stumbling back for a few meters out of sheer inertia, but quickly moving back into position. This time, however, instead of attacking with a yet another sword offensive, Scythe suddenly raised the bone weapon in his hand, twiddled a bit with its elasticity and unleashed it forward, turning it into a powerful whip. The first strike ended up missing the villain and struck the ground, causing the concrete to be ripped apart and fly in all directions. A few subsequent whip attempts resulted in a similar level of property damage, though Floyd remained unscathed.

It seemed that this game of "Scythe whips, Floyd dodges" was about to turn into a routine, but suddenly, the swordsman stopped in his tracks and raised his free palm. The bone whip struck it directly, causing the villain to sink into the ground a little from the pressure, but once Scythe attempted to withdraw it, he soon realized what Floyd was aiming for. That is - grabbing onto the whip and holding it tightly, then suddenly pulling the superhero up close, right into the horizontally pointed sword.

Floyd's sword's blade pierced through Scythe's shoulder, bloodying the edge of the weapon - however, it was not the battle ending maneuver that the villain imagined it as. Scythe suddenly grabbed his undefended neck and slammed him into the ground, pulling out the sword from his body in the process, then leaped back to gain just a bit of distance. The gaping wound in the superhero's shoulder quickly closed off, first by the cut bones reforming, then a bone-like tissue covering the wound itself.

Some sort of... bone based regene-

Floyd's inner monologue got interrupted almost immediately.

"I'm sure you're well aware by now of what my superpower is." Scythe muttered, rubbing his shoulder, but otherwise looking perfectly fine. "Cuts like these won't amount to anything, because I can-"

"Please stop." Floyd suddenly cut in, looking frustrated.

"...I beg your pardon?"

"Stop that. Revealing what you can do, I mean. It makes the fight boring."

"I..." Scythe raised his eyebrow a little, clearly confused by the wording. "You... don't want me to explain my superpower to you?"

"No. No! Of course I don't!" Floyd exclaimed back. "Listen, let me explain. Do you think I can get enjoyment out of a fight if the other side just tells me how to be beaten?! Of course I can tell that you can fucking regenerate with bone tissue, you dillweed, do you think I'm blind?!"

After this brief rant, Floyd moved back into a basic combat stance, with his sword in the front. "Or do you think I'm actually new in this field? I fight upstart superheroes like you every fortnight. And I didn't need a walkthrough to beat any one of them."

The second round of the fight was about to begin...
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Postby The Flutterlands » Wed Mar 21, 2018 9:43 am

Andrew Marks

Andrew smiled as the Sudan drove him to the Orphanage, the driver giving him off looks. Mar and Luminous seemed very nice and treated him nicely from the get-go. Rango liked them too and Andrew was looking forward to training with them. Of course he would have to ask his caretakers about. However, Andrew assumed they would see reason and agree.

Andrew, you should know better not to go talking to stranger than that. Rango spoke in the boy’s mind, They were friendly, but you know that the caretakers would be upset either way…

Andrew sighed, not really liked being scolded by the snake. Fine, Rango… he replied, You know how I tired avoiding them to begin with, though. I didn't talk to him, he talked to me.

The trip didn't take long as Andrew and his snake spoke to each other. They did had to make a slight detour though as police occupied the usual route due to a jewelry store robbery. Eventually the Sudan came to a halt in front of St. Martha’s Orphanage. The driver opened the door for his blind client and Andrew, thanking him, made his way to the door to knock.

When the door opened, Ms Cartwright smiled at him and greeted him with a hug. “Took your time, did you?” she asked as the caretaker ushered Andrew inside, “Never been on your own like that without us. Glad to see you back and safe again.”

Andrew smiled as he followed Cartwright inside. Before he could explain what happened, however, the kids of the Orphanage came pouring towards him with excited shouts and cries. Soon Andrew found himself uncomfortably surrounded by his fellow orphans. To make it even more weird they all seemed very happy to see him.

“We saw you on the news yesterday!” shouted one of the kids with a huge smile, “You were with the Young Bloods! You helped stop the bad guys!”

“How did you do it?” Asked another kid, “Those bad guys looked really scary! You had to have guts helping the young bloods taking them on…”

Andrew was lost for words as the kids crowded at him and shouted praises. Somehow, just so happening to get caught up in a superhero fight and failing made him cool. Apparently the news just haven't been telling the whole story. It was more embarrassing than anything. If they knew the truth, Andrew wondered if he would be more of a laughing stock.

“Uh… Guys… Guys…” said Andrew trying to get away from the kids, “What you might have heard did-"

Before Andrew could finish, however, he found himself being pushed through the crowd by Cartwright. “Quiet now, children.” she said sweetly, “Give Andrew space so he could relax. Must be very hungry for lunch.”

Cartwright lead Andrew into the dining where Ms. Page was making sandwiches in the nearby kitchen. Sitting the boy down, Cartwright went into the kitchen to help out Page with finishing lunch. Once the kids were gathered and the food settled, Andrew sat and enjoyed himself to food. Trying to ignore the bombardment of questions from the kids, he decided to speak of what happened in the way back and about Luminous’ offer.

Ms. Page frowned at him. “Andrew dear, you know how we feel about strangers.” she said with concern, “Are you sure they’re nice? Or simply trying to trap you?”

“I think they were serious.” said Andrew with an innocent look, “I think they really want to train me to become a Young Blood…”

“Hmmm…” said Ms Cartwright, pondering, “Cesar Chavez Park, was it? I think I will take you. I want to meet this Luminous and Mar myself. You will be supervised by myself as you train, okay?”

Andrew Marks smiled and nodded, happy to have convinced them both. After lunch, the snake boy got into Ms. Cartwright’s car and she drove him to the intended destination. Pulling into the Parking Lot, Andrew and his caretaker looked around.

“Hmmm…” said Ms. Cartwright, “Where are they? Tell me when Rango sees them, okay?”
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Postby New Neros » Wed Mar 21, 2018 9:50 pm

Imperial Avenue
War: Gladiator


All at once, Gaul spat out a spray of blood, giving Quake and the wonder twins visible disgust and somewhat concern for their villainous opponent. However, the villain looked more pissed than anything, cutting his eyes harshly at his heroic rivals and enemies, focusing all of his hate and vengeance on them. Quake tightened his jawline and began to gradually approach Gaul, who stood firm in his combat stance and stared down his confident adversary. "Things are looking a bit grim for you, don't you think? Gaul, it's time to give it up."

"Not a fucking chance." Gaul spat back, teeth stained with red blood. "There's not a chance in hell that I'd ever yield to a fake hero like you, or your friends." Gaul leapt forward to meet Quake's advance, viciously socking the Captain in the temple, but despite the increased strength and speed behind the hit, Quake tanked the blow like a champion, ignoring the split it gave him down the side of his face. He in turn threw his own punch, barely missing Gaul's midsection as the villain dodged, the resulting vibrational discharge shaking several buildings down the street. Quake charged forward with his arms out, intent on grappling the fighter once more, but Gaul delivered a harsh backwards hand to the man's busted up mug.

As Quake stumbled back, Blue joined in the fray with her immense speed, kicking Gaul square in the chest and sending the man flying back several feet. Red charged forward with his brute strength, slamming his fist into the already-destroyed pavement and sending pieces of rocks and debris flying up in the air, obscuring the view between Gaul and the trio. It seemed that the villain could handle one, maybe two higher-leveled heroes, but three at once was too much to handle in his current skill level. Gaul flipped mid-air and landed on his feet, his vision darkened and he became slightly disoriented from the fine dust and particles thrown up. Swaying to his shoulders to the side, natural instinct kicking in, Gaul dropped his torso low, and dodged an impressive over-head kick from Blue, one that would have destroyed his face from the sheer velocity of the hit. His eyes focused forward on Red approaching low, the two believing themselves able to trap Gaul in a fake-out, but the man had better reaction time than that.

In a simple fluid motion, Gaul reached forward and grabbed Red's wrist and yanked it towards himself, throwing the hero off-balance and putting his weight and momentum in Gaul's control. Flicking the man up into Blue, who remained in the air in order to ensure Red made connection with Gaul, the hero/heroine tag-team knocked their heads together and tumbled to the ground some ways away. "Holy crap, that hurt..." Red moaned, grabbing his helmet.

"Yeah, you're the one with the hard head and super-strength, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"He knows karate, what was I supposed to do?" Red pleaded, remembering that they were in the middle of a fight, and jumping back to attention, Blue standing at his side, planning to power switch at a moments notice as the dusty haze settled around Gaul, who they had expected to fall back or make a move against Quake, but he remained at the same place, firm and ready to continue, but unwilling to make the effort and pursue either the duo or Quake alone. Gaul was playing defense, and that changed things for Red and Blue. "Any ideas?"

"Yeah," Blue said, looking up at the sky as a white flash bolted from the beginning of Imperial Avenue to right in front of them, a blazing supernova emblem adorning her chest. "Let Becca handle it." Her face was a permanent scowl, seething anger and contempt pouring from her being, literally, as Red and Blue both felt an intense, uncomfortable heat radiating from their second-in-command, Star Queen. With both hands, Quinn formed ovals of orange energy that flickered and flared up in each of her fists, never once taking her eyes off of Gaul, who bore a sly smirk.

"I already killed one star-based hero, let's keep the count going." Gaul said with sarcasm, but quickly found it to be the absolute worst thing to say.

"I normally hold back against people, even villains, my fire is too potent for most." She said, gritting her teeth, "But I'll make an exception for you. Burn in hell." As she spoke, Star Queen threw her right arm forward, sending a literal stream of all-consuming fire at Gaul. The villain had felt the heat of Queen just standing before him, so knew he had to take action immediately the moment she made any move. He dodged to the right as the fire spewed forth, noticing that the pavement was already melting as the flames roared above them. Star Queen was in a completely different tier of power, one that Gaul didn't think he could overcome without proper planning. He was to fight Quake and Quake alone, but now, he was facing an entire team worth of heroes. Not just the B-Listers from El Paso or Tuscon, either, these people were the elite, the heroes of heroes themselves.

Gaul's reaction time was ill-prepared to change direction as Star Queen fired her left hand's energy, targeting ahead of Gaul and cranking the temperature up significantly. Gaul was going to try and change direction regardless, dodge back into the other flame, which would have cooled slightly by now, but was grabbed from behind suddenly. "What the-" He managed to yell, glancing back and seeing Captain Quake's busted face buried in his back, his arms wrapped around Gaul's chest, pinning him in place. The energy slammed into Gaul with the weight and power of a solar flare, scorching the man's clothes and skin to an absolute crisp. He thundered in pain, Quake doing the same as he bore a good deal of the attack, just to make sure Gaul didn't get away.

"Quake!" Star Queen screamed, cutting off her full attack in order to save her teammate and leader. "Are you okay? I'm sorry, I-"

"Don't be," He hollered, "Real heroes aren't afraid to face the fire, if it means a villain is defeated." As he spoke, Gaul and Quake locked eyes, both biting down on their jaws as their ideologues clashed once more. Before Gaul could escape the hold Quake had on him, the good Captain pivoted his center of gravity, pulling Gaul over his chest and suplexing him into the ruined road behind both of them, erupting the ground with earthquake-level vibrations as the villain fell into the sewers below. "Now," Quake said, breathing hard, "I think that settles tha-"



War: Cannon

His words were cut off as a fist rocketed itself against his chest, and exploded on impact, sending him flying down the ruined avenue, shocking Red and Blue, as well as Star Queen. An enemy they knew about and heard of, but never had the chance to confront, stood before them, flexing every muscle and tendon in his body. "Cannon." Star Queen muttered at first, before gritting her teeth harshly, igniting her hands once more for more energy attacks. The man gave a smirk as a response, and cracked his neck for added intimidation points.

"The one and only." He replied, "Seems like we're going to be having some fun, don't you think?"

"Just because Solar isn't with us anymore, doesn't mean you villains get to be so uppity." Red yelled, "You, Gaul and that other bastard are still going down, one way or another." He said, in reference to Nile, who stood idly by Cannon, hands in his pockets, nodding at the heroes he was about to face. "Who the hell is this guy?" Nile walked forward, hands in his pockets still, unafraid of the fire-wielding second in command nor the Red and Blue duo. Without warning, Blue dashed at Nile, sending a flying kick at the man's chest, but Nile phased through the kick and his clothes all at once, leaving Blue bewildered, and Red and Star Queen visibly scarred. "Oh, nice, he's a flasher."

Red came forward with a punch, which Nile also let pass through his nude body, coming behind him and delivering a gnarly haymaker to his eardrum, dazing the hero despite his upgraded strength and durability. Cannon stomped the ground behind him and launched himself forward at Star Queen, tanking the face-full of fire that was waiting for him. He slammed his shoulder into her midsection, pinning her to his body until he made an abrupt stop, causing her to fly some feet away. She coughed and heaved, her eyes bloodshot, but a seething rage filling her. She ignited her hands and arms into a roaring blaze, melting the pieces of pavement and sidewalk anywhere near them. Cannon's face and upper body steamed with smoke, but he was relatively undamaged, having been used to the heat and force of his own kinetic explosions for quite some time.

Just as Cannon and Star Queen were about to ramp up their one on one, the muscled villain began to sink knee-deep into the ground. Bewildered, he frantically looked around to see the meaning of this trickery, only to witness an imposing, black man quite literally emerging from the ground several feet away from him. As he took his eyes off Star Queen, she pounced, slamming her energy-filled fist and arm into Cannon's exposed face, exploding the site of impact with enough force to rip a hundred-foot radius of asphalt out of the ground. "Excellent timing, Mudslide." She said callously, leaving the crater Cannon was in to look at her subordinate.

"Save the best for last." He said with a smirk, "But I don't think he's finished, or his friend, or his other friend." Mudslide fused himself with the surrounding earth, all neatly and properly destroyed for him, making his absorption much easier. Resembling a nine-foot tall golem, Mudslide threw his rocky arm forward in time to collide his fist with Gaul, who was attempting a sneak attack while everyone else was distracted. Though it broke apart his earthen arm up to the elbow, Mudslide repaired it immediately, and in turn rocked Gaul with his other hand, breaking it's pavement-lined knuckled across his face. Cannon, meanwhile, leapt into action as well, priming his fist and getting ready to catch an unaware Star Queen right in the rib cage.

At the last moment, Captain Quake pulled his subordinate out of harms way, and threw his own fist to meet with Cannon's, armed and fueled with heavy vibrations, the collision of their fists blew apart several hundred yards of the street, blowing away Mudslide, Gaul, Star Queen, leaving only Quake and Cannon standing at the epicenter of devastation. Both fighters' arms were rocked by blow back, enough to sprain and splinter them, but not fully enough to break either fighters' skeleton. The battle was out of hand, entirely so, and Quake was mad as absolute shit at that fact. "Why don't you all just fuck off already?" He said, barely holding himself up, but his wrought-iron strong willpower and pride forcing him to continue.

"Why don't you?" Cannon replied, causing Quake to sigh.

"Is that all you have? No grand reason for such wanton destruction and potential loss of life? Just a quick, 'no, you' and you're okay with that as a response?!" Quake screamed, "Did you join in this fight because you saw us beating the shit out of Gaul so you thought you'd help?"

Cannon smiled wide, "Not at all, I wanted a piece of you before Gaul wiped the floor with every last one of you. He ain't gonna quit, not until either he dies or one of you do." He said, watching Gaul silently pick himself back up, ignoring all injuries, and continuing to fight against a man made of living rock with his bare hands. "Before Mirage and I showed up, he was still going to fight all of you at once. Doesn't that just intimidate you?" He sneered.

"No, it's idiotic, he would have been crushed, simple as that." As Quake replied, a low rumble sounded up and down Imperial Avenue, causing the brawlers to cease their respective fights and look up at the sky. From a nearby rooftop, AWOL sat quietly, watching as the battles ceased for a moment, cursing his luck as the one man who could shift the entire battle showed up. He was about to leave when his compatriot, Saga, arrived on the same rooftop, bringing with her the two other women of Orion, Blaze Luminous and Punk.

"Looks like you caught me." AWOL said unapologetically, "You know, watching the carnage."

"You started this whole mess." Saga accused, "I'm sure Legion and Walt are absolutely thrilled at you and Gaul right now."

"Well, you could help end it right now. You have spider arms with laser attachments, that would devastate a few people down there. Blaze, you could dance your fire with that only lady down there. Mar, Punk, whatever, you could, I don't know, explode some people on contact? You all are lacking in vision, we can just kill the Stars right now if you all stop waving fingers and start ganging up on heroes."

"Not sure that we need to." Blaze Luminous said, ignoring his insults and jabs, nodding her head up in the sky, "Because this whole mess is over, get our guys out of there."


War: Black Luminous

"Crushed?" A voice thundered, booming across the skies, "You do not know the meaning of crush, but you will know the meaning of kneel." As the voice spoke, a wave of gravity poured across the avenue, pinning the heroes and villains alike to the battle-scarred warzone they had created. Like a metallic, black, shining god floating in the sky, cloak gently blowing in the breeze, the mighty and unrelenting Black Luminous made his appearance. Quake and Star Queen looked up in slight horror as the villain extended his hand over the area, lifting giant slabs of concrete, cars, and the villains from the street level.

"You may all count your blessings, one by one, that I have not decided to join in the fight, rather, I am ending it. Such needless destruction, such putrid arrogance..." He spat, "From both parties, how can I offer my alliance and companionship to a group of reckless, unapologetic scumfucks? You ought to be ashamed." Black Luminous lifted the villains of Orion out of the street and on the rooftops some distance away, leaving himself and the Stars at the battle site. "Heroes, do not claim victory, you have merely survived an ill-thought attempt at your lives. The next time we meet, you may not be so lucky." The Master of Gravity turned and began to float away, gradually loosening his gravitational hold on the Stars.

Fast as lightning, Star Queen ignited the palms of her hands and put forth as much energy as she physically could into her stream of fire, aiming it dead center at Black Luminous. The villain glanced back casually, feeling the fast-approaching heat and unleashing his impressive defense, the Black Vortex. "In the past, I claimed to be a living black hole. Neither matter, nor energy, can escape my gravitational pull. You are not the first one to try that, and I imagine you will not be the last." He said, watching as Star Queen fell to her knees in utter shock.

"Until we meet again."
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Postby Zarkenis Ultima » Thu Mar 22, 2018 12:18 am

Undisclosed Location, San Diego

"So, why did you call for this meeting, Jack? You know I'm a busy man." Asked a dark-skinned man as he walked into the luxurious hotel suite and sat down at the head of a glass table that was adorned by finely crafted candelabra. The man's face was creased and sported a rather severe countenance; along with his greying short hair, this created an air of seriousness around him, giving away his advanced age as well. He was dressed in a sharp, spotless black suit that was custom-tailored for him, indicating both status and wealth. The fact that he had arrived with no entourage of any sort was misleading, but the truth was that everyone in the room owed their allegiance to him, to a lesser or greater degree.

"Of course, sir. You know I wouldn't call you for something trivial, let alone gather the rest of the gang." Spoke another man, one seated next to the first. This time it was a somewhat younger man, with hispanic features and a nasty scar on one side of his face, running through his mouth and chin. Despite his superior physique and his dangerous looks, Jack addressed the first man with the utmost respect, going as far as to pour him a drink and hand it over before continuing. "I couldn't get a hold of some of our lieutenants, but I managed to get a couple of our guys here, and we're all concerned about... certain matters that threaten our businesses." Jack stated, receiving only a look from his boss that prompted him to go on.

"The rise of vigilantism and heroic activity in our city, boss. That's what he means." A different man clarified, a tall, burly one with a caucasian complexion that had been tanned by the sun. "These 'Young Bloods' kids caused a media uproar, and they're not even the only upstarts here in town. And that's without mentioning the assholes that run around beating up our guys. We've even had their corpses start turning up here and there, and it's not the work of another syndicate." The 'boss' as they called him nodded along to the caucasian's words, a look of understanding on his face. Satisfied, the man leaned back on his seat.

"I see. So that's what this meeting is about." The boss stated, resting his arms on the table and curling his fingers together. "I understand your concerns, gentlemen. This influx of heroes has not yet threatened our business, but it undoubtedly will in the future. And we cannot let these affronts go unpunished either." He said, appearing to fall deep in thought for a few moments. "However, this very situation could be an opportunity."

"What do you mean, boss?" Yet another person asked, fourth of the fifth men that had gathered there today. The fifth, hispanic as well and with his arm on a sling, had remained silent throughout the whole meeting, though his demeanor had been one of respect towards the first man, the same as the others.

"Simple. My city has become a hotspot of superhuman activity as of late, and that spells nothing good for our businesses here, but we are not the only ones who have an issue with this." The boss explained as he slightly raised out one hand. "The vigilantism you mentioned, it is as unacceptable to the law and the people as it is to us. Perhaps some of these vigilantes may see some support from the marginated sectors of our city, but the majority of our respectable citizens know that we are not savages, and that it is unlawful for someone to seek justice by their own hand like that. And..." He continued, raising the other. "While there are many emerging heroes and even a team of young men and women, the overall trend of this superhuman activity has been negative. The attack on the Zoo, the battle with the Stars, the death of a renowned hero and a myriad of unexplained murders. The police are hard pressed to deal with all of this, and the new heroes have had only limited success. No one will be content with this, here or anywhere in the Southwest."

"And what does that leave us with?" The second man, Jack, inquired, drawing a curious glance from the boss and the attention of the other three. "It is a good thing that the people won't pick the heroes' side so easily, but the generalized discontent you're talking about is not so good for business either. As much as we might benefit from a little chaos, we don't want full on rioting on the streets." He stated. Seeing the first man's smile, however, he opted to say no more and waited for him to reply.

"That is correct, Jack. I'm happy to see that you have a keen eye. But I said everything that I said to illustrate something, that the people only want a very simple thing: order. Our citizens are adverse to villains and vigilantes because they represent a threat to their everyday lives. As long as we give them the order they demand, they will overlook anything else, and that gives us a perfect opportunity. The authorities won't be able to provide order, so the people's representatives will be justified in asking for a little outside help, hire someone with more firepower. Someone that doesn't like superhumans." The older man in the room explained, and a look of realization flashed on everyone's faces.

"But if you call them in, what about our dealings?" The caucasian man asked, to which the boss simply made a dismissive gesture.

"You should be able to continue as usual if you just try to keep your heads low a little more than usual. We are not the kind of monsters that they hunt." He stated, before glancing at the clock on his wrist. With a slight frown, he drank the contents of his cup and then stood up, "Well, it has been delightful to meet with you, gentlemen, but I have other matters to attend to, so, if you'll excuse me." The man spoke. Before heading towards the door, he stood behind the man who had remained silent throughout the meeting, clasping his good shoulder in a friendly manner.

"Officer, have all your medical expenses been covered?" He asked. Upon receiving a nod in return, he smiled. "Good. I'm sure you will back at the man who did this to you, it is only a matter of time. I believe your cousin will be happy to get with that." He said.

"We will deal with it. Thank you, Mayor." The fifth man said. Responding with a simple nod, the boss excused himself once more and left the room, with two of the four others following suit. Only the two hispanic men, the one with the scar on his face and the one with the broken arm, stayed behind. The former propped his feet up on the table and took a bottle of alcohol into his hands before addressing the later.

"So? Any ideas on how to get back at that blond bastard?" Jack inquired. The officer's brow twisted into an angry scowl, but he managed to keep himself relatively calm and simply took another bottle from the table, expecting that he'd need it to cool off later.

"I'll need to do some digging, but I think I have a plan." The man stated. "He'll get what he deserves, sooner or later."
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Postby The Knockout Gun Gals » Thu Mar 22, 2018 1:11 am

Leo Hanskimida

He admitted, Earth's food is trash. Like, literal trash. His currency didn't exactly work here on Earth and nobody knew about Leonar, despite they know about other races. And despite the previous attention he got from the law enforcement who tried to pry his ship, it didn't exactly working. And well, he always able to steal food. Today marked his...second? third? day of him being stranded down here, on Earth. His ship now literally went invisible and unless someone touched it accidentally then nothing will be wrong. He just rushed into a some kind of M-named restaurant, and broke into its fridges. Stealing a lot of frozen burgers, food basically. He already ran down on his rations, and they still many. But he wanted new food! And Earth's burgers are very....eh, in taste.

So far nothing's happened. They still looking for him and his ship would be able to go to the space anytime now. But his ship hasn't been repaired, so...yeah. He has no choices but to stay inside, lay low (it's coward way as a Leonar!) and try to wait until a chaos happens.
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Postby Finland SSR » Thu Mar 22, 2018 5:10 am

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The Great Floyd Tolson!





All cool dudes have their off-days. For example, when their supply of cash runs out and they need to restock - only mousetrap cheese is free in this lovely world. It's a good thing that Floyd has never been above petty theft - say, breaking into a B-class fast food joint and cleaning up their cash machines. sure, the cash here was small, but who ever carries thousands of dollars in their pocket anyway?

Breaking into a fast food joint was exactly what Floyd was doing at the moment. The restaurant was empty, the swordsman had scouted that out already - he wasn't sure why, maybe it's closed for health regulations or it's the owner's birthday today or something like that, but it's not like he cared.

The cash machines had 30-40 dollars each, pathetic. What, did someone already empty them before? Or is it hidden for the night? Bastards... He'll have to go check the rest of the building if the latter theory was the case - and that's exactly what he did. Hands casually placed in his pockets, pening one room after the other to check for anything suspicious.
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Postby The Rebel Alliances » Thu Mar 22, 2018 7:47 pm

Alexis Cain/Raven

So, there was magic at her command. I wonder if this is going to be a trend or not. As my blow landed hard against her shield which materialized from seemingly nowhere. I doubled back a few paces and reevaluated the situation. I quickly came to a inescapable conclusion. That I owed Nicholas a hundred dollars. "Shit sister." I mumbled as I lowered my fists. Explaining the rapid change in attitude. "No hard feelings, but I needed to see if you could hold your own. You can. I needed to check if you had a valuable skill set that I do not. You do. And I honestly was just curious to see how you would respond. And you kept your cool, much more so than I would have." I then walked over to my bag and placed my helmet and weapons inside of it as I continued to speak with the new girl. "If we keep this fight going longer, it will likely result in one of us being injured and I cannot risk that. Not when we are going to have our hands very full very soon." The fact that the one being injured was likely to be me I left unspoken. Then as I stood up I swiped a hundred dollar bill from my wallet and handed it to her.

"Give that to Nicholas when you meet him. He is the third wheel of our little unit." I really hated having to forfeit, the fight was getting fun. But I cannot risk injuring myself yet and a hundred dollars is a small price to pay for a ally with the types of skills that I believe this girl possesses. Namely killing efficiently. She moves much smoother than I do.

Most do. My style is about as subtle as a boot to the face.

With the hiring process over, I introduced myself. "The name is Alexis, but it's Raven in the field. What do you go by?" With the introductions out of the way I then led her out of the warehouse and back into the apartment that I knew she knew where it was at. During the trip I refrained from saying anything important as someone could have been listening in or tailing us. So I acted as if we were two friends going for a nightly stroll. I did not get back to the business side of the discussion until we were both safely back in Nicholas' apartment. With him swinging around in his swivel chair with a fast food soda straw in his lips and a blank dumbfounded stare on his face as he ogled Briana.

"Briana, this is Nicholas. Talents include hacking, tech support, magic use and consuming fast food." To which Nicholas just responded with a shy wave.

"Why don't I have a code name?" I just shrugged my shoulders in response. As he shot off a suggestion.

"What about Neo?" I answered with a 'hell if I care' as I grabbed some whisky from the fridge and offered some to our guest. Before pouring myself a shot and explaining our situation.

"Remember when I said I was looking to expand my circle of trust earlier? Well there is someone I have in mind and we need to have our shit straight before we go and get him. Because we will be springing him from a maximum security prison. We just need a few more things on our check list. The first is someone with connections who can get us whatever equipment and arms we need. And the other is a better base of operations. After all, we cannot run this operation from Neo's bachelor pad. So Briana, any questions before we get started? It's gonna be a long week." I declared as I made a toast to the new team and downed my shot waiting for my new teammates input.
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Postby New Finnish Republic » Fri Mar 23, 2018 12:06 am

Brianna Erickson





Brianna was surprised to see her opponent give up the fight so easily. She kept her guard up, hesitant to trust the girl. However, the sight of the girl putting her equipment away gave Brianna at least some sort of security. It was clear that the Valkyrie could easily call upon weapons if needed, and for her opponent to forfeit any chance at using her own was either a genuine act of surrender or a ploy that would have made Loki proud.

Brianna was caught off guard when all of a sudden the girl placed a piece of paper into her hands. Looking down, confused, Brianna realized it was mortal money. She always thought how silly of a notion it was for these modern mortals to put more trust in pieces of paper than actual gold, but seeing the amount it was worth Brianna decided that this stranger must at least have some trust in her.

Shrugging her shoulders, she placed the currency into her pocket where it would remain until she met this "Nicholas" that the girl had spoken.

"The name is Alexis, but it's Raven in the field. What do you go by?"

Brianna hesitated. She had never used any kind of name besides her own while fighting others. It never really mattered, as they often ended up either killed or knocked unconscious by the time she was done with their fight. She decided to think of something that would fit her best, several different names floating across her mind before she found one that would work.

"Shield Maiden."

Alexis merely shrugged at the name, seeming not to find it overly impressive nor ridiculous.

They continued back to the apartment where they had originally began their encounter. As they walked inside, Brianna noted the foul smell that seemed to emanate throughout the entire hallway. Shouting could be heard through the walls, and the sound of a baby's cries rang through her ears. It was an experience Brianna was all too familiar with after all of her years on Midgard, but it still always managed to sadden her to see these mortals living such pitiful lives. If their ancestors could see as to what their decedents had become, she doubted they would find any pleasure in what they saw.

As they entered the building, a young man was awaiting them. He seemed shocked to see Brianna accompanying Alexis, followed by him gazing at regions she wished he hadn't. She let out an internal sigh, being fully aware that even after a millennium, men had still retained their old habits.

"Briana, this is Nicholas. Talents include hacking, tech support, magic use and consuming fast food."

Brianna gave Nicholas a small nod, which was replied with a small wave.

"Why don't I have a code name?"

Brianna raised an eyebrow as she looked over to Alexis, who seemed to not care in the slightest for the man's plight.

"What about Neo?"

Alexis's reply was to grab alcohol from her refrigerator, something Brianna could only guess to be another indifferent response.

"Remember when I said I was looking to expand my circle of trust earlier? Well there is someone I have in mind and we need to have our shit straight before we go and get him. Because we will be springing him from a maximum security prison."

Brianna cocked her head to the side slightly, curious as to who Alexis was referring to. If he was incarcerated, she doubted that he would be a good ally as he obviously was unable to stay out of trouble himself. However, she kept her mouth shut as the other girl continued.

"We just need a few more things on our check list. The first is someone with connections who can get us whatever equipment and arms we need. And the other is a better base of operations. After all, we cannot run this operation from Neo's bachelor pad. So Briana, any questions before we get started? It's gonna be a long week."

Brianna pursed her lips, deep in thought. She did not have any connections that Alexis was seeking. In fact, the reason why she had sought to find her was so that Brianna herself could find capable allies. While the former Valkyrie had plenty of talents herself, she doubted they were enough to try and accomplish the goals in that Alexis had in mind. Modern mortal prisons were built like castles, and without any kind of serious equipment, they would have no chance in breaking through the fortifications to find this mysterious man.

Brianna was about to speak up, when suddenly a bright flash of light caused her to snap her attention to the source. When she did, she was met with the face of a rather...strange looking girl being present on the device these mortals called a computer screen. This sudden appearance seemed to catch the others off-guard as well, as they all jumped up from where they were sitting with startled curses.

The girl on screen gave a small smile on her face, before raising her hand, almost like a young school girl in a classroom trying to get the attention of her instructor.

"I have a question! How do you losers think you're ever going to find anyone with enough toys for you to rescue my little bad boy from his cage?"

Brianna's eyes suddenly shot open, as she realized exactly who she was dealing with. She was what the mortals called a super villain, known by all as "Marionette". She was a ruthless psychopathic killer who seemed to prey on anyone who was unfortunate to get within her sights. Brianna had yet to fight any of these supper villains, but based on what she had seen through the mortal's news reports, this strange looking girl before them was not someone to be underestimated.

A sparkle seemed to gleam from the girl's giddy looking face before she continued to speak.

"I know the answer! You won't!'"

She then seemed to glance around, almost as if she was ensuring knowing else was listening. Indeed, a few seconds later she leaned forward towards the camera, almost as if she was trying to tell a secret.

"But I've got the answer for you all, if you're willing to do me a teensy weensy little favor."

Brianna spoke through gritted teeth.

"What do you want, foul witch?"

The insult seemed to amuse Marionette, who merely grinned before replying.

"I want time alone with my now disgraced...friend, known formally as The Mask. You see, he owes me a dinner date, and it's pretty hard to schedule an appointment when your date is locked up behind bars."

The girl bit on her lip, a look that reminded Brianna less of a lover's fantasies and more of a wolf spotting a lone sheep out in the wilderness.

"Don't worry, I know what you're thinking. I promise, I won't kill him. To show my sincerity, I'll have us meet alone in building rigged with some of my more explosive toys. Should I cross the line, all it takes is a small press of a button from the device I will give to you, and-"

The girl made a grand gesture of moving her hands away from her center, mimicking an explosion as she made a complementary explosion noise.

"Swear that you do this, and I'll make sure you get all the help you'll need to go on your little adventure. I have a certain friend who will prove more than valuable for you all, as well as the funding to do with what you please."

The girl's smile suddenly seemed to become less friendly and more malevolent.

"Try and double cross me and I'll make sure that the entire world knows exactly WHO you are, as well as those whom you care about. Plus, I'll probably throw in a few school buses filled to the brim with bright young students as an added bonus."

The usual happy-go-lucky demeanor of the girl returned as she gave the camera a wide grin.

"So what do you say? Do you want to bust little ol' Red out so that we can have our little date, or am I going to have to just keep killing everyone until I eventually find him inside?"

A smug look appeared on her face as she playfully stuck out her tongue, something that without her previous looks would have been adorable. However, the aforementioned words seemed to put ice into Brianna's veins, as she struggled to get a word out. Not knowing what else to do, she looked over to Alexis for an answer.
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Postby The Rebel Alliances » Fri Mar 23, 2018 3:20 pm

Alexis Cain/Raven

Is nothing sacred anymore? Now this crazy bitch knows who we are? Oh well, I recognize her from the news as well. And from her profile it was only a matter of time before she ended up on my shit list. And that just happened. I practiced more restraint than I knew I had as I listened to her crazed ramblings. She was planning on using us so, why don't we use her? And once this deal is over and done with, put her six feet under. It could actually work, by working together to break Red out we can get close enough to her to bring her down when the YBs had failed. But her condition was what I found most amusing. When she gave the terms of her contract I actually laughed out loud and spilled some of my whisky.

"Let me get this straight Miss Shortcake. You are willing to hook us up with an arms dealer that can supply us with whatever we need for the foreseeable future and all you are asking for in return is some privacy so that you can get dumped face to face by your blind date?" I then downed the shot of whisky and then poured another round. Swirling it in the glass as I had my fun at Marionette's expense of course.

"Oh sweet girl, where did you get those threads? From the bottom of a Disney rack in the back of a thrift store?" Nicholas did his best to contain his laughter as well as he turned his face down and covered his mouth. From my position of sitting on top of the couch and facing the computer screen I leaned in very slowly and placed one hand on the side of my face to support it as I spoke directly to Marionette.

"Does Ken know that his precious Barbie is fucking around on him, don't worry. I won't tell. I can keep a secret." I remarked with a very sarcastic and venomous tone. Bringing my index finger to my lips I made a 'shh' sound as I downed another shot before dropping the glass and scooping up my gun. With a smile sown across my face I accepted her offer.

"We have a deal, now here is my condition. My team will be on point in the operation. None of my people take any direction from you. And we make the plans on the prison break itself. Got it? And then after this is all done and over with. And you had some time to get over your rejection and Red is with us...." I then aimed my gun at her image on the monitor.

"I am coming for you. And when I find your skinny ass I will shove this gun so far up your ass you'll spit bullets every time your cough." Finally placing the gun back down on the table I shrugged my shoulders as I asked our new partner where we would be meeting.

"So, now that everything is settled where and when do you want us to have our little picnic Princess?" I jeered, eager for whatever reaction I would get from Marionette. Not to mention from the rest of the team.
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Postby The Knockout Gun Gals » Fri Mar 23, 2018 8:18 pm

Finland SSR wrote:Modern Day

The Great Floyd Tolson!





All cool dudes have their off-days. For example, when their supply of cash runs out and they need to restock - only mousetrap cheese is free in this lovely world. It's a good thing that Floyd has never been above petty theft - say, breaking into a B-class fast food joint and cleaning up their cash machines. sure, the cash here was small, but who ever carries thousands of dollars in their pocket anyway?

Breaking into a fast food joint was exactly what Floyd was doing at the moment. The restaurant was empty, the swordsman had scouted that out already - he wasn't sure why, maybe it's closed for health regulations or it's the owner's birthday today or something like that, but it's not like he cared.

The cash machines had 30-40 dollars each, pathetic. What, did someone already empty them before? Or is it hidden for the night? Bastards... He'll have to go check the rest of the building if the latter theory was the case - and that's exactly what he did. Hands casually placed in his pockets, pening one room after the other to check for anything suspicious.


Leo Hanskimida

To be honest, he shouldn't be here. But damn, that frozen burgers tasted weird without being fried! Frozen food in his planet tasted better! He cursed at his cursed chance in here, in this slightly backward planet. He watched as a food joint, a fast food joint. The place's abandoned, it seemed. Leo walked closer, trying to look for the food sector, the food storage. He went to the back, to the back side.

"Oh well, might as well punch the wall," he claimed. His recklessness proved to be nuisances. He punched the wall beside him that connected to the food joint, breaking it completely in the process. He decided to go in.
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TriStates wrote:Covenant declare a crusade, and wage jihad against the UNSC and Insurrectionists for 30 years.

So Covenant declare a crusade and then wage jihad? :p

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