Outside the James Duncan High school sat the dark red 2013 mustang. Inside it were two thugs working for the criminal drug dealer known as the Sandman. "I tell you Lenny I really don't like scoping out the Super school. Hell half those kids in there could blow up a wall."
"We got a job Fred, besides who you want angry at you. The TCPD or the Boss?" "Good point... I take jail time any day over what he do to us."
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1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Rob loitered on the sidewalk a few steps away from the front door of the generic little pizza joint he and Cher had spent the majority of the period in, waiting for her to catch up. She'd just commented on how he was pretty ok for a robot.
"But hey, you're pretty ok for a nuclear reactor, so if you're cool with robots, I'm cool with a bit of fallout, too. Ah--the suggestive wink is still implied. You want an escort back to class? Not that I'd let you go back alone, anyway, but it sounds less creepy if you ask first." He held out an arm, crooked at the elbow prom-style. A pause. "All right, yeah, can't help it--time to follow the yellowbrick road, Dorothy."
“How alone everyone is in the vast tomb of the universe!” ― Jean Paul
Cher rolled her eyes "id totally boot you in the shin if I wouldn't break my toes" she walked along past him ignoring his arm for that comment. "lets go get you a heart tinman" she said adjusting her bag and looking down at the goose bumps on her legs as the wind blew in from the bay...she of course didn't feel cold but her body in this form clearly was in the short gym shorts she was wearing, something she would have to keep in mind.
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde
Lenny nudges Fred "Fred put that lighter down. I think I see our candidate. Look at her that sapping rig heavy duty she must have a lot of power. Call for the van." Fred looked over "is that a robot you know the boss can't use ma... Ow" Lenny smirks as Fred rubbed his arm where he hit him. "Not that one stupid the other one." "OH yeah." Fred picked up the phone and made a call. "Yeah we found someone bring the van near James Duncan High school."
Lenny let the two head off a bit watching them. When they got out of sight he started the car and drove down the street passing the two as he took note of what direction they were headed.
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1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
"Aw, too much? [i]I[/i] thought it was hilarious." He jogged a bit to catch up to her, pulling up the time which he'd purposely disabled while they were out. The period was coming to a close sooner than he'd like. He set pace beside her, noticing the goose bumps spreading along her exposed skin. "Hey, you okay out here? Ambient temps aren't bad, but then I hadn't factored in the ambient wind-chill when I suggested this little venture. You can have my jacket to wear over your stuff if you need it."
“How alone everyone is in the vast tomb of the universe!” ― Jean Paul
Cher laughed and nodded "thanks" she said taking the offered jacket and tying it around her waist sorta like a skirt, she reached her arm in and sort of grabbed his pulling in to use him as a wind break. "so what do you think of hero high so far? bad prison? screwed up super hero day care? freak show? so far I like the gym teacher, find the consular disturbing, and enjoy the use of force fields for security. makes getting out easy."
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde
Andy had finished lunch early, so he was out in the front quad, working through a slow kata, his movements crisp and controlled. He'd noticed the Mustang across the street earlier, but didn't think anything of it.
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It wasn't long before a white work van pulled up and nearly ran over Robert and Cher. The side door open and three thugs jumped out two big fellows one with a titanium bat went to Robert and swung it. The other thugs went after Cher one held a stun rod, much like a taser, or a cattle prod same purpose as the taser. Behind the two the Mustang stopped and both Fred and Larry got out. Larry was putting on a pair of brass knuckles. "Alright girl we can do this the easy way, or the fun way. Your choice. Either way you are coming with us."
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1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Natalia had just gotten her lunch, and would have gotten it sooner if she wasn't waiting for Connor, who may be tutoring during this period, but all those thoughts left her mind as soon as she spied the commotion surrounding the van.
Growling inhumanly, she carefully sets her light salad down before breaking off in a superhuman sprint towards the thugs, making her way to make it appear like she is tackling Larry, only to dip down and slide to take out one of his leg's with above average strength, snarling, vampiric fangs barred.
"I don't think so! ANDY!" SHe shouts, before standing, adopting a krav maga stance. "Make sure other students don't get close!"
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Andy, who had been a little bit further away, spotted the commotion at the same time as her. Taking a few seconds to focus, he sped up the flow of time through his body, then shot off towards the fight. As Natalia shouted for him to to keep the others back, he spotted a few of the All-Stars players, two linesmen and a running back. He slowed enough to be understand as he shouted at them. "Moose, Terry, keep anybody who's untrained back. Leon, go tell the office!"
With that done, he sped back up and headed towards the fight.
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Cher smiled and nodded looking at rob "relax, let it happen...Easy way, don't get into a fight out here in the open" She wasn't overly worried if the morons took her gear off she would turn them into ash stains, if they didn't she was literally radioactive, you could track her from orbit with technology from the eighties. She looked at the cattle prod "unless you want to hit me with that, in which case please do, I get a real thrill out of high voltage" she said pumping her eyebrows and getting ready to use the shock to overload her collar. "either way lets get on with it...it would appear a bunch of people from the school are coming to stir up a crap storm"
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde
"Hey, could be a lot worse, I guess. At least it won't be hard to get out and have some fun on occasion." Right as he was finishing his sentence, up rolled the van, disgorging its passengers. "Whoah, what the f--" he raised a hand to catch the bat as it swung toward him, tracking its movements instantaneously as his inbuilt combat software spooled up automatically. [i]Primary Weapons System: Disabled. Secondary Weapons System: Disabled. Tertiary Weapons System: Disabled..[/i] His HUD filled with warning indicators. "Yeah, yeah, not now." He wasn't overly afraid of a bunch of guys with bats even with all his systems on lockdown, but an assault rifle or ion cannon or something would certainly come in handy right about now all the same. He was so busy dealing with the sudden heavy inload of data--not like he'd had much in-the-field, unexpected combat situations training to practice in yet--that he almost missed what Cher had said.
"Ah, you sure about that, chica?" It wasn't like it would be hard to track her, but surely anyone willing to take a poke at a couple superhumans [i]right in front of the freak school[/i] (relatively speaking) would have some kind of contingency plan to keep them from going, y'know, super. Otherwise, they were officially the dumbest human beings currently living on the planet, for however long their now vastly shortened lifespans would be. Even with Cher acting like she had everything under control, he still opened the uplink he'd been using in class and pressed the metaphorical big, red panic button to summon all kinds of intimidating people in suits and sunglasses if these guys actually managed to take off with the nuclear fallout machine. Meanwhile, he kept his guard up, ready to take the bat from the thug in front of him in case Cher's attempt at diplomacy failed. After all, he could always use a new thug-beating stick.
“How alone everyone is in the vast tomb of the universe!” ― Jean Paul
"Damn we're to close! I told you doing this near the superschool was asking for it." Fred said as he pulled out a vial from his pocket lit the fuse and tossed it to the ground before them letting the burning liquid form a small blockade. The Thug with the taser jabbed at Natalia side. "Back of fang face. This doesn't concern you."
Lenny was putting on a pair of gloves with what was obvious some kind of power enhancers on them. "Alright girl I make this simple. Our boss needs power and clearly with that rig of yours there plenty of it in that body. The tin boyfriend here might be able to take a bat, but electronics can burn out with enough electrical force. And little miss fang there already near enough to get zapped. So hop in the van before someone gets hurt."
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Natalia yelps as the taser prongs make contact with her skin, her hypersensitive senses betraying her as she is stunned beyond the human threshold, hitting the ground hard, drawing her body inward as she thrashes.
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Lexi took her lunch breaks on the roof. The building's internal electronic defenses wouldn't interfere with her communication gear up here, and her favorite anonymous LTE service had a tower less than a block away. Online, she was known as [font=lucida bright]AIko[/font], and she scanned news reports and commented on issues of interest to her.
The EMP pulse from a cattle prod attracted her attention, and she tried to localize the source...
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Andy arrived at that moment and came in sideways, moving past Natalia's thrashing form. He dodged a thrust from the prod, then reached in to grasp it near the base, turned it sideways, stepped in, and headbutted the attacker.
Stunned, the attacker fell and Andy spun around him to throw the cattle prod, still on, at Lenny. But he'd lost track of Larry, who came up behind him and clobbered him at the base of the neck with the brass knuckles.
Andy's arms dropped to his side like dead weights and he wobbled on his feet, staggered by the blow. As he tried to concentrate, Larry stepped around him. "Ya got heart, kid. But you need experience."
As Larry swung, a pulse of energy passed between them and he suddenly slowed down. Andy began moving faster, subconsciously using the time he'd accidentally siphoned from Larry to speed up his recovery from the neck blow. Andy easily dodged the punch, scooped Natalia up, and got her out of the fight. He couldn't keep up with that many attackers.
Laying Natalia down, he blurred as he sped up his movements and briefly moved faster than the human eye, running to a concealed point from where he could see the license plates. He whipped out his phone and got pictures of the vehicles and their plates, as well as any face-on shots of the attackers.
He thrust his phone back into his pocket, sped his movements up again, ran back over to Natalia, threw her over his shoulder, and headed back to the school.
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Cher face palmed at the students fighting with the terrorists "you guys do know we have had about as much super hero training as the average beat cop from a small town in Minnesota right? relax, they are right they picked the prefect person, with such a great plan, I for one am very curious to meet their boss!" She said as the more she though about things the calmer she got, stepping on her own into the van and taking a seat on the floor in the back. "meat heads, you can stop hitting my friends now, also, glove goomba the tin man has reflexes paid for by the Department of Defense, and now a big metal bat, reach plus speed equals him beating you to death with that bat if you stick around and keep monologuing, geeze no wonder you morons get beat by the heroes all the time. you have what you want, now get in the van, close the door and speed off like good little hoodlums"
Cher figured if the students from the school pooled together they could totally hold these morons long enough for the suits or the teachers to get out here and pummel them. she also knew that someone like that weird girl that just had a fun trip to shock town, would get hurt or possibly killed, thug or student their was no reason to have anyone killed today. plus they mentioned a big bad evil guy. probably the smart one of the group, who will probably shit themselves when they realize that the goomba squad just dropped off a huge "HEY OVER HERE" sign onto his doorstep. She also knew that Agent Lynch wasn't more then five minutes away, watching through Robs eye cams by now, and smart enough to know exactly what she was doing.
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde
Fred looked at Cher "You should know by now in this town when people like us don't have an advantage. We cheat." With that he pulled out a vile. Anyone who ever seen it in the news or even heard about it would identify the liquid as Chaser. Then he shook as the drug took hold. Once the rush was finished he looked at Rob his hand burst into flame.
Larry was stuck in slow motion trying to hit Andy but by the time he finished the swing the lad was long gone. "LLLEETTSS Ggggeeettt Gooinnngg"
One of the other thugs went to the Mustang and jumped in the driver seat. The other looks to Cher "Get in and shut up."
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1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
The additional bursts from the cattle prod allowed Lexi to locate the source, which seemed to be behind that building... Andy carrying Natalia back to toward the school seemed to confirm it. She dropped down in front of the main entrance. "What happened?" she asked Andy.
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Cher rolled her eyes "I am in the van already lead goon number one, get in and close the door, before your friends shoot up more drugs and pass out, or the teachers, security personnel or police show up"
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde
"Hey, drugs are bad, m'kay?" He brandished the bat in front of him. At least having a weapon (however lame) gave him a break from his systems sh*tting a brick about being disabled. "Besides, you have your chicky, and what are we to do? Woe is us, you might as well continue monologuing about how awesome you are. Not like the guys at the freak school didn't totally zoom off to get reinforcements or anything." He wasn't even trying to hide his sarcasm now. "But fire hands, seriously? That's a lose on the power roulette. I mean, think about it scientifically, something drug-induced like that probably means that it's fuelled by your own body. You're using titanium for weapons because, duh, titanium's awesome like that, but it'd take several thousand degrees to melt through it. Which means--whoah!" He juked left, dodging a fireball, then knocked another out of the way with the bat. "Okay, not a science buff, got it. Joke's gonna be on you when you turn yourself crispy trying to kill me, though." He parried a fist sailing toward his face, then stepped to the side. "Whoah, I know Kung-Fu!" He joked, "But seriously, dude, you're gonna break your hand. You've got what you want, now get out before the cavalry gets here."
“How alone everyone is in the vast tomb of the universe!” ― Jean Paul
Quite far away A huge hooded male could be seen standing at the entrance of a building with roaring music coming from inside, arguing with someone in a black T shirt ,who had his arms crossed. " Look kid, forget it , you are not going in, with those, I don't care why you have them.''
"But if I don't have these I wont be able to.." The hooded male was interrupted by the bouncer once again. "I said no.." The large male pulled down his hood by tossing back his head, letting out a deep sigh, his face uncovered as the teen mastodon, Dennis Cain, and in his hand 7 Large pizzas with everything on them, and a couple of 2 liters. "Can I at least eat them out here then?" Dennis asked. "I don't give a damn what you do with them, you are not taking them inside."
With that Dennis took his food and walked out of the line, moving to the side of the building, and placing the boxes on a trash bin, popping open the first cardboard box , and grabbing 2 slices at a time and eating them down.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
Andy set Natalia down on a nearby bench and took a moment to catch his breath. "7 guys jumped Cher and that robot guy. I think they're trying to kidnap Cher. She's cooperating so no one else gets hurt. Natalia was hit with a cattle prod and dropped like a sack of potatoes. These guys look like thugs, but at least one had a titanium bat and another had power gloves of some kind. I got pictures of the vehicles and their license plates."
At that moment, Leon, Moose, and Terry came thundering across the front quad, led by Leon, who pulled up short next to Andy. "I told the office, man. Shouldn't we go help?"
Andy stopped him. "No, they've got weapons and numbers. We'll have to wait for the TCPD."
At that moment, sirens in two different directions sounded off and began moving towards the school.
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"Those photos could be useful." Lexi looked up an email address, and put it on her phone to show Andy. "That's the TCPD's tip center. If they get that information to the police that are [I]en route[/I] before the kidnappers get out from between them..."
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Andy read the e-mail address several times to memorize it, then zipped the pictures and sent them off to the tip center with a message identifying them. "Thanks, that'll help. I don't recognize you. You're new to the school?"
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The remaining thugs got in the van and the Mustang was already pulling away soon followed by the van. Fred looked at the driver "Crap sirens... The TCPD move fast in this hood. Told Larry this was a bad idea. Oh well time for some distraction and this chaser burning me up." He rolled down the window and let out a blast of flames at some passing cars. Of course the natural reaction of the drivers of said cars was panic and swerved to avoid the flames. Creating a nice little delay and road block for the TCPD cruisers.
"The boss not going to like this shit." Said the driver "Yeah well he's dying after all I think he will accept the risks."
The van headed for not the shady part of town one would expect but for the area where there was more clubs and party vibe. "Keep an eye out for flyers fred. And for god sake stop playing with that flame!" Fred pouted and let the flames on his hand dye down.
Soon the van pulled in behind one of the clubs using the alley access. Stopping at the back the thugs in the back opened the door. By this time Larry was back to normal "Alright girl we are here. Out you go and don't make a fuss that tin man maybe resistant to blunt damage, but I don't think you are." The other thugs went to the back door of the club and opened it. Walking out of the back door was Sandman dressed in a suit and tie and his happy face mask. He also had a full head covering and was now walking with a cane.
"I'm sorry if my employees have roughed you up. They are surprisingly loyal and this is the fastest way to insure my survival. That gear tells me you are quite powerful and I just need to syphon off a little of that abundance." The masked head tilted and looked to Larry "That's the highest grade suppressors outside of a prison! You fools it probly have a tracking device installed." Sighs "Damn this what I get for hiring for Muscle and not for brains. Get her down stairs now and hook her up. I don't have time to find another subject and we don't have time to fool around."
Larry grabbed Cher's arm and starts muscling her to the door "You heard the man get a move on."
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
"Fairly new overall. Alexandra Irene Morrison-O’Brian." She smiled as she offered a hand to shake.
The Nurse came out with a first aid kit and began checking Natalia's vital signs. "Anyone see what happened to her? And is anyone else hurt?"
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Dennis was mostly ignoring the conversation, until he heard the words, "You heard the man get a move on.", just barely over the music That peaked his curiosity as well as his concern. He did what he could and moved to the back of the club and looked over the door, and knocked onto it hoping that someone, only one, person would answer.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
"All right, aaaandddd...gone. Trap, set. Go get 'em, girl," Rob still wasn't worried about Cher, even as he watched the van drive off. That chica could take care of herself. That, and, pretty soon, this place would be swarming with both school personnel and suits. Not like there was much of a chance that the bad guys would manage to lay low at this point. He lay the bat on his shirt out of the way of pedestrian traffic, in case the suits needed it for fingerprints. Then, he jogged down the street to the major traffic jam the thugs had caused. He may not be EMT certified, but he had some simple medical subroutines, field stuff really, and being able to see through people made it pretty easy to tell when they'd broken something. First thing, a call to emergency services, just in case no one had been smart enough to do it yet. Second, check for fuel line leaks or other hazardous conditions. Everything was relatively safe, except for a couple cars near the front that he wasn't sure about from this distance. He'd need to check those out. Third, begin categorizing major injuries from minor and getting the major ones stabilized. Four, find a shirt...Cher still had his jacket, and there was nothing like a half-naked robot running around to give people the wrong ideas about one's intentions. By the time he'd started, the first emergency sirens could be detected in the distance.
“How alone everyone is in the vast tomb of the universe!” ― Jean Paul
Andy shook Lexi's hand. "Andy Donovan. Nice to meetcha."
He stepped over to where the Nurse was, watching as one set of arms checked and recorded Natalia's vital signs while the other set prepped her first aid kit. "She got shocked by a cattle prod, ma'am."
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The Nurse seemed to have a handle on treating Natalia, so Lexi turned her attention to the Police/Hero frequencies. She heard the reports of the collisions, and the robot getting people out of wrecked vehicles... "At least nine vehicles damaged, as well as some more people hurt. These kidnappers are causing a lot of destruction. I wonder what they hope to gain. Is Cher's family wealthy? Or is it something about her, personally?" She mused aloud, on the principle that a question unasked is even less likely to be answered, no matter how rhetorical the question might seem...
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Cher rolled her eyes as she was grabbed "lug head have I fought you the this whole time? you don't have to yank my arm off, if you must be brutish just pick me up?" she said before looking back at the guy with the cane. "you have about five minutes before people show up, your retards captured the only student who is a living homing beacon, and did it in-front of god and everyone in broad daylight. assuming your the smart one, I would start running now, I haven't fought back because I don't want to see anyone get hurt, I don't like using my powers if I can help it, but the person coming to get me isn't so nice, He likes hurting people as far as I can tell. Just giving you fair warning" She said as she was slowly being drug down the stairs.
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde
Sandman taps on the wall and the bricks shift behind them as they do a knock at the door alerts one of the staff members. "You're quite right. Heck I might even offer you a post you seem quite an interesting young woman. I can also tell that you might not agree with the authority types. I have my own problems with the Government if I try more... open means I been dead quite some time ago so I'm forced to this shady dealings. See I been cheating death a very long time, each time death approaches faster once the taken energy runs out." He removes his right glove showing a swiveled old hand one that looks more like a hand of a corpse than a living being. "In order to keep going I need a regular transfer of life energy. I'm betting my life literally that your abilities essess energy would work without any harm to you." They came to the basement and he motioned to what would look like a spider web of metal with magical runes on it's surface and wires connected to the ends of the metal web. The wires lead to a coffin like construction or like the unit used in Captain America where he was transformed. "I could even produced a much easier suit then that inhibitor to collect your extra energy. How about we talk about it later. Like you said the rescue force is already on it's way... and that reminds me."
He pulls out a gun with a silencer from his pocket and before larry had a chance to react three bullets were fired ending his role as head gang leader. "He really messed up taking you in front of that school." He then waved his arm and spoke "CIRCUMSCRIBO" Cher would then feel herself being pulled to the web by a magical force as it starts to glow. "I look forward to our chat, that is if you survive." Then he headed for the coffin opening it and stepping in. "Oh Brian you are now the Leader get that mess cleaned up." Brian who was still holding the Taser nods "Sure"
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Upstairs the Club employee opened the back door she was in her late 20s and had brown hair wasn't real pretty but not ugly either. That plan look was the reason she had the day shift and not the night shift where all the good tips were. Opening the door she spoke "I'm sorry Deliveries are between 2:am and 5:a... You aren't a delivery guy? What do you want?"
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Cher thought about that as she was lifted up, if it was just energy he need, she could provide that, she was a living reactor, not a battery or capacitor, her power was measured in sustained output. she rested in the cradle like device and sighed. "sounds interesting but if you don't take this rig off me, or disable it somehow when you try it will kill me before my powers get cooking, which might still serve your proposes short term...but to be honest, your right most people I have met have been...stupid, or lying about want to control or use me, at least your being honest about it. I can produce massive amount of energy, long term, if you help to keep me alive"
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde
"Well to be honest lady, I heard something round here that just won't sit right with me. So...If you could please move aside?" Demrius stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets, still in his school attire, with black cargo shorts and custom made chuck tailors.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
"There are two reasons I won't disable that gear just yet. One is I don't really trust you. You're clever enough to wait till you have the upper hand say right after that unit disabled and then everyone here but you get fried. Second I'm running out of time, even if I will deactivate it that's vital time it take for those who are coming to save you to get here. As well as closer to death claiming me. There a minimal acceptable setting on that unit and I'm betting that as I siphon energy from you, your body will replenish it. That reaction would be below the setting because it enough to keep you alive." Pulses thinking "At least that what I assume. Well anyway there a trigger level for when the unit activates as long as your biological reaction is below that trigger it wouldn't activate." "Well here's hoping." He shut the coffin and one of his henchmen hit the siphoning on button to begin the transfer of energy.
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"Something around here an alleyway with plenty of buildings and you chose this one?" She picks up her phone and connects to the security guard "Yeah I got some big guy here dressed like a high schooler wanting to look around. Uh huh that's what he looks like... yeah okay." She closes the phone. "Security says you were trying to bring food in the front. This sounds like you're just wanting to get in now. Come to think of it shouldn't you be in school?"
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
"Someone could be dying in there." Was the only thing going through his head at this point, he looked down at the female and sighed.
"Please just let me in for a moment, and then I will leave, I don't want to hurt you , but If that's what's gotta happen for me to get in..." Dennis was hoping that she would make it easy for everyone and just step aside.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
Cher gritted her teeth as she felt the machine at work the restrictive gear on her biting into her as her body peeked and ebbed. Her contacts shattering out showing bright glowing blue orbs, if anyone was inside the machine they would be at a rather high exposure level, hell if this machine wasn't shielded it was bad news for everyone involved as she turned her attention from not poisoning those around her to not dying, trying to keep a stable balance between the governments build in kill switch and the machine trying to pull power out of her. too much power and she would be killed by the regulating device, to little and the machine would stuff out her biological side. her mind however was not in turmoil this was her choice, she could have had Rob break her controls, and could have fought back, hell she could have struggled and had the goon taze her to short it out. She picked this because fighting back meant at best she would kill the people attacking her, at worst another case like her home town, she swore no matter what choices came after she would not use her powers until she had the control needed to balance them. A control like the one she was showing right now as she fought for her life.
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde
The woman at the door looked behind her "Nice try buddy there security cameras all over this place. Look.. there no one here." Stepping aside so he can see into the main storage room. Then she moved in front of him again. "Maybe next door." Then she mouths basement and points down. Ending the chat with a door in his face.
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The pulses of energy matched her heart beat the flow could be seen traveling along the webs and into the coffin. The goons looked around and one checked the monitors seeing the woman worker stepping in front of the big guy at the door and then closing it. "How long till we shut it off?" Fred asked. Brian looked over "Boss said three minutes or until she dies whichever comes first." Fred nodded "There already a super snooping do we have that amount of time?" Brian shrugged "We have to make time. If they find us."
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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Dennis grabbed onto his chin, a few inches from the door that was slammed almost into his chest, looking down at the ground, and stuffing his hands into his pockets before walking to find the entrance to the basement she spoke of, trying to be as stealthy as an animal the size of a grizzly bear could.
"Where in the hell.." He stopped until he found a completely separate set of small double doors, that was on the side of the building, that was most likely there for the people who were responsible for cleaning up this place at night, and thankfully there was no security there either, and he could here the whirring of some kind of machine coming from the doors.
"Here goes.." He let out a deep sigh as, as the bone from his finger tips to his chest seemed to burst out of its skin and make an armor that protected his chest, neck, throat and spine as he swung the door open and hustled down the stairs, his momentum so great he smashed into the wall, leaving a decent sized dent there.
He turned to see a few goons, Cher being held in the device, and a coffin. Taking about 2 seconds to asses the situation,Dennis grabbed the smallest visible man by the collar and tossed him into the wall behind him.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
A moment after Dennis came crashing into the basement, a figure swathed in translucent amber energy armor swung in through the door and up onto the ceiling, crouching as easily as if he was on the ground.
Whipcrack had seen the big guy lurking behind the club as he'd been swinging overhead and followed him when he made his move.
"Yo, bonehead, I don't think you're suppo..." Whipcrack's voice trailed off as he took in the presence of the strange contraption and the thugs with guns.
"Hey fellas, what's shakin... whoa, here we go!" he exclaimed, bounding across the room as the thugs sighted in on him and Dennis, who grabbed one up and threw him into a wall.
[color=#FF7F50]Putting yourself in another persons shoes emotionally is something that everyone has to experience eventually. It's part of learning to be a human being. Roleplayers do it for fun.[/color]
Brian charged up the cattle prod "This doesn't concern you capes. The girl was willing to do this." Seeing one of the thugs get slammed into the wall "We got two minutes boys lets earn our paychecks."
He charged Whipcrack aiming to bring that cattle prod to his left arm. Fred pulled out another vial of chaser "Fred don't you dare! Last thing we need is you frying the equipment." Fred pouted and put the vial back then pulled out a normal pistol and shot at Dennis "Braking private property, assault. This is self denese!"
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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
The bullet blasted into the shoulder of the giant ripping his jacket as it also lodged into some of the bone armor he possesed causing some minor pain, as he continued to charge toward Fred, hoping to get to him before another shot was fired, grasping for the thugs forearm, attempting to whip him into the ground like a wet beach towel.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
Cher felt the energy being pulled out of her body focusing on threading the line between living and dying, just a few more moments until there was enough built up on the outside for her to manipulate. she then stop focusing on staying alive, her heart stopped her head pounded she could feel she was dying. she didn't do this out of a desire to die, or stupidity. She did this to turn the energy flowing outward back towards the retraining gear, melting the rods and collar like cheap plastic over a flame, her dying physical body dissolving into ash in moments. A glowing blue construct all that remained inside the coffin as her eyes opened shining a bright hot white. If the Sandman was still hooked up he could feel something the likes of which he probably hadn't felt before. An energy being, a living reactor producing more then 2 gigawatts sustained output the temperatures inside the coffin flared and she pressed her way outside of her body shattering the material at the atomic level.
In this state when she spoke it was strange and augmented, she lacking vocal cords having to string the words together by passing energy through different temperatures and densities of air. she locked her gaze on Demrius first. "you, your irresponsibility and brashness sums up what I come to expect from "heroes" rushing in head long to save someone, not thinking of the consequences! If you had damaged this equipment I could have gone critical, at best killing me and the villain you seek to bring to justice! the wisest course of action may not always feel right but it is the one that preserves the most lives"
She rounded her gaze at the goons and their leader, who probably without potent powers were feeling the blister forming on there skin and the pain from the intense heat rippling off her "I know you fear death, but this was foolish, I would have helped you, if you would have bothered to ask, if for nothing else to then to prevent this! one mistake and EVERYONE dies, this machine exchanges power? a mistake and everyone is ash, if I fought and my restrains gave out, ash, your foolish shortsightedness and desperation risked EVERYTHING becoming ash. A short glance at me would have told you I would be willing to help rather then risk lives, and it is for this reason that you are forever doomed to failure, you may scrap by, you may live forever but you will never be anything but a challenge, a cut out to overcome for the next mask moron."
She heard the fire alarms triggering up stairs as the heat from her body had started to char and smoke the beams above her. "If anyone has delusions of immortality, I recommend running....I am really starting to rethink my ideas on morality and death....the government wants to use me, and is afraid of me, criminals think its a grand idea to start running road battles and unload guns below crowded rooms. Heroes don't understand the danger they cause....if everyone is so fucking intent on killing each other....maybe I should stop caring about who I keep alive?"
She then lifted her hands and pointed one ominously towards both groups, the heroes at the door and the regrouping villains.
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde
Rob was giving a report of the events to the police on scene, having cleared everyone from the traffic jam caused by the thug's escape. His gaze idly drifted past the officer's shoulder, when his thermal sensors tripped for what appeared to be a baby sun forming further downtown. "Oh [i]hell[/i]," he swore, stepping past the officer. "You, ah, won't be able to see this, but there's something hot--not hot-coffee-hot, but tiny-sun-hot--on the radar that way, he pointed. "If that's what I think it is, you'll...want to get these people out of the city. Now." The officer made some questioning noise, but Rob was no longer paying attention to him. He transmitted data as he received it to his superiors on the intensity and approximate location, while searching out possible solutions that would let him get closer to the epicenter of the disturbance without frying his processors. Unfortunately, premade kiln suits aren't exactly sold at the local hardware store. "Fire suits, though..." He eyed the firetruck nearby that had been called out for the leaking fuel source near the front of the wreck. By this point they'd packed in their equipment and were helping unsnarl the traffic fiasco. "Ohh mannnn I'm going to get in trouble for thiiiiis," he muttered to himself as he walked toward the firetruck. The policeman he'd been speaking to had gone to his car radio to call something in, hopefully evacuation protocol or at the very least someone to verify that shit was about to go down. In the middle of the city. Where were the suits? He'd expected backup for Cher by now. Didn't really get much more serious than this. Sensors slicing through the outer hull of the truck, he located the heaviest firesuit involved at the scene. It was probably only rated for 500 F, give or take, but that was the best he'd be able to get with little to no time to spare. He opened the door, taking the firesuit and telling the nearby official who began protesting to ask for Lynch when the suits got here; he'd make sure they were compensated. Not like Rob didn't have the funds for him to take, but who the hell carries cash around with them anymore? Lynch could pull it from his account. He darted past the police officer again to grab the titanium bat he'd had earlier as well, with his protests following him. Before anyone could try to stop him further, he took off at the quickest run he could manage, covering distance much faster than the pedestrians around him. Thankfully, he was not hindered by roads like the van must have been, and he was able to take a much less circuitous route (with one small stop aside), following the growing nova for direction.
"This is a such a stupid idea," he complained, "you know better than this, Rob; your processors won't last thirty minutes in there, and then it's bye-bye birdie for real." All the same, he made his way within a safe distance of the complex and donned the suit. "Ah well, someone's gotta try to fix this." He was scared silly, but there was no way that fireball was a part of the plan. He just hoped Cher was still okay.
Fire alarms began triggering, people piling out of the dance club. Judging by the confusion and chatter about fires and not giant-balls-of-flamey-nuclear-death, he assumed she hadn't stopped here to dance. There had to be another layer to this place. He approached the site cautiously, using the smoking side of the building as a guide to a hole in place of what must once have been doors downward. The heat increased substantially the closer he came to the epicenter of the site, and he began shutting down unnecessary functions to help with heat dispersion through his system. No HUD, no visual/audio sensors other than basic sight, no enhanced targeting protocols--he hadn't realized how integral they'd become to his method of interacting with the world until they were gone. He almost felt naked, despite the fire suit covering his frame.
If he'd still had lungs, he would have taken a breath. As it was, he paused to regain his usual manner. "Fear is the something something, whites of their eyes something something...go team!" With that, he stepped into the smoking basement, glad for once that he didn't have lungs, and took stock of the situation. Obvious wannabe-supervillains on one side, obvious vigilante-hero-types on the other, glowing energy being that was pretty obviously some weird incarnation of his semi-ish-girlfriend in the middle; just another day at the park. He leaned against the bat, arm on his hip, the picture of nonchalance. "Hey chica, thought I'd check in and make sure you had everything covered." He pointed upward, at the smoking beams. "Helping these goons remodel?"
“How alone everyone is in the vast tomb of the universe!” ― Jean Paul
When the cattle prod had hit Whipcrack's armor, it blocked the charge from reaching his body and he simply looked at the thug. "Dude, really?"
He'd snatched the prod from the thug's hand, then easily flipped it around and shocked him, sending him off to dreamland. It was at about that moment that things really started to go downhill with the woman made of glowing blue energy burned her way out of the sarcophagus and began roundly chastising everyone in the room. As she did this, Whipcrack looked over at the thugs that were closer to her. They were trying to get away from her as their skin reddened and begin to blister, but the punishing waves of heat were sapping them of energy.
He shot out multiple strands and snagged them, yanking them away from the woman and towards the door. However, he threw the other ends of the energy strands at the walls on either side of the door, pinning the thugs in place for the interim. Just as he finished with that, he heard what the woman was saying about not caring about who lived and died. He clambered down off the wall and began walking towards her. As tough as it was, he was still starting to feel the heat through his psionic armor, so he stopped when he was about twenty feet away from her.
"Hey now, whoa. You may be having second thoughts about caring whether those around you live or die, but I'm not going to just stand here and let you have some crisis of morality. When I registered as a hero, I vowed to put myself between the people of the city and anything that threatens their relatively peaceful lives. Right now, you're being a pretty damn big threat to the folks above us in the club, so I need you to calm the hell down." he implored, his voice as authoritative as it could be in the face of a woman made of thermal energy.
It was at about that moment that a bulky fireman carrying a titanium bat arrived and addressed the woman like he knew her. "Do you know her, sir? What the hell is going on here?"
[color=#FF7F50]Putting yourself in another persons shoes emotionally is something that everyone has to experience eventually. It's part of learning to be a human being. Roleplayers do it for fun.[/color]
The coffin door opened and a charred hand pushes it further open. Inside seemed to be absorbing light a void of blackness within, the only thing clearly seen was a shadowy male shape with a smiley face mask with cracks in it. "What going on is I hired a bunch of morons. This young lady was saving my life and you nearly ended it. Those men under my employment were told to find someone who had enough energy to save my own life. Seems they took the order as take them without will. Thought this lady here was willing once I explain things. That reminds me." The masked man looked at her.
"Seems you gone through a metamorphosis... might explain my unexpected condition as well. Anyway I owe you a suit if I remember correctly, your old one seems to have melted."
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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Once he was finished with the thug that he tossed around like a mear child, he flung him away aswell, his bone-like armor somewhat protecting him from the blistering heat, but the parts of his skin that was feeling the heat aswell, and being able to to eat nonstop ment he didn't have to breathe much at all. So he backed away to a safe distance just enough to be standing behind Whipcrack, waiting for everyone to finish talking.
"So...I did all this nonsense for nothing? Because this is what I am hearing, I risked my life for someone who didn't even want to be saved, even though it sounded like a typical kidnapping it was just some guy trying to live, you could have hired better people for that."
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
Whipcrack turned to face the other weirdo in a box that had just entered the room. "I nearly ended it? Hey, I was just following Skippy here because he looked like he was breaking into a club's basement. I figured he was trying to jack some alcohol so he could get stupider. You and I are going to have a talk about being a hero, by the way." he said, giving a pointed look over his shoulder at Demrius.
He then looked back towards Sandman and continued. "Instead, I get down here and I'm immediately attacked without provocation by your aforementioned morons. Now I'm just trying to get her to be cool so that she doesn't burn the place down, or worse."
[color=#FF7F50]Putting yourself in another persons shoes emotionally is something that everyone has to experience eventually. It's part of learning to be a human being. Roleplayers do it for fun.[/color]
"Hey assholes, shut it!" Rob barked in his best 'official' voice. "I've got a building to evacuate and no time to listen to you all bicker. In case you didn't realize, you're all in imminent fucking threat of death here." he gestured toward the door with the bat-free hand. "Villain? Hero? Wannabe circus freak? I don't care what the deal is; sue each other over it later, but continue your little argument over who the hell started this mess outside." He paused. "Preferably outside of city limits. I don't think they let the circus in this close, anyway, so you [i]have[/i] to be breaking some kind of law right now."
He shook his head. "Babe, the hell did the failparade do to get you this hot? I mean--not temperature-hot, but angry-hot--not that that's not totally hot too, but--" he took a large simulated sigh, "--you know what? Open mouth, insert foot. Why don't you try talking to me instead?"
“How alone everyone is in the vast tomb of the universe!” ― Jean Paul
"You talk to her, then. I'll just go be a brash vigilante and rescue the people upstairs." Whipcrack said, an amused and sarcastic edge to his voice. He threw out a strand and swung across the room, where he approached the bound thugs. As he picked each one up, the strands that tethered them to the wall detached from it and wrapped around their torsos. He herded them up the stairs at a quick march.
Once the thugs were attached to another wall a safe distance away from the building, Whipcrack swung back over to cling to the wall above the stairs, poked his head back down into the basement, and looked at Demrius. "You too, Boner. Get on up here and keep these guys in check while I head up front to assist."
[color=#FF7F50]Putting yourself in another persons shoes emotionally is something that everyone has to experience eventually. It's part of learning to be a human being. Roleplayers do it for fun.[/color]
Dennis. Squinted his eyes and said aloud." Fail Parade?.....The hell is he supposed to be?" He shook his head and went after Whip, watching the thugs closely befroe yanking them off of the wall, in a way that chunks of wall would still be connected to them, tossing them throu the hidden away exit out of the basement, tieing them together before running back to the front entrance where the paniced masses poured out from." Single file....no shoving..screw it." Dennis walked to the porton of wall closest to the club and punched a hole elbow deep into it, yanking the same arm back out pulling away more bick, createing a crude door sized hole for more people to go through.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
It was hard to tell behind the mask but he was smiling. "I think I'm immune to your heat now my lady. Seems my body still absorbing energy it feels like it is." He looks to Rob then to Cher "We need to get you out of here. Before those who want to keep those who are a threat to what they view as their welfare under lock and key. I have a location that uses Magic as well as technology to be a safe haven. I believe it might keep your radioactive glow to a limited area till I can finish making that suit. Of course I would have to have our word to accept the invite and to keep my lab secret." He headed out using the hole Dennis made entering whistling as he went out to the Alley.
All that fussing and none of the Heroes noticed the blood from Lenny. It was a good day indeed he cheated death and by a happy chance might now be able to extend his live farther without use of machines. The most interesting young lady Cher might make an useful allie.
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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
At the sight of rob she paused...trying so hard not to laugh. The sight of him, in a fire suit with the bat still. "They have no idea. Rob I am sick of being used. I am doubly sick of watching people endanger others for nothing but there own ego. The best way I can help people is if I go with him. our mutual friend feels the same way, it's almost like it was his idea to begin with." She said calming down surprisingly fast. The heat ebbing away as she focused more and more on turning her power inward, the glow oddly though becoming brighter for a moment before she regulated that as well until she was just a sort of nude...more manikin like... blue and black mass of swirling energy that was female shaped. she turned towards Sandman "lets get something square before we go, I am not your goon, I am your partner, I keep you alive, you don't kill people, we do things the smart way. IF you can agree to this we can have a long and beneficial relationship. If you can't I'll wait here to go back into a box for my testing, and you get caught...seeing as rob here is probably recording every bit of metrics on your new powers....and without mine to scatter your trail, I am sure that when you pop out of your hole there will be plenty of angry people waiting to lock you up" She looked around the room at the charred walls and heat scorched paint still smiling "Oh and one more requirement. you call me Fallout"
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde
"I faced torches and pitchforks peasants before. I'm over three hundred years old so I know very well how to cover my tracks. That said first thing I learned was not to be a murdering fool. I have had a few moments of anger from time to time, I'm still human after all. I don't take joy out of mindless murder, violence, and destruction." He heads to a waiting car "First thing first. If my guess is correct Fallout you don't need to breath. Just by paying attention and what my machine recorded your nuclear type power. Either fission or fusion either way you would need resources for the process to take place. I guess you are fusion and draw in the resources for your nuclear reactions via breathing. Hydrogen is the most common element of the universe and the main fuel for stars fusion reactions. But don't hold your breath yet it's just a guess."
He pulled out his keys from his pocket and hit the car remote button the car down the street lights flash and the doors unlock. "Lets get going things are getting hot here in more than one way."
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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
"I--what?" Rob stumbled, confused, "You're not seriously going with this maniac, are you? You do remember him just kidnapping you and endangering countless civilian lives, right?" He'd been so sure he could fix this. Be just abrasive enough to get the supers pissed enough for them to get out quick to avoid fried-hero, save the girl, go back to school, be [i]normal[/i](-ish, it still counted)..he'd never have put money on Cher siding with the Cryptkeeper over there. He felt a bit like curling up inside himself, without really knowing why. "I don't even care that he's a villain, not like either of us'd ever planned on doing the whole vigilante thing, anyway, but, chica, you can't trust a guy like this. You gonna leave, at the very least plan it out a little first."
“How alone everyone is in the vast tomb of the universe!” ― Jean Paul
That smily face mask turned to look at Rob. "Villain? Well yeah I can see your point. Culturally I now fall into that class, but I no maniac. Way back when during the 17th century Nobles did all sort of things to the commoners, far worst than I have done. I do try to keep things up with the modern behavior I'm just pointing out the idea of Good and Evil changes over time. True my henchmen did Kidnap her, but was I there? No, was it under my orders. I do confess that would be a yes like I told the heroes I needed someone strong enough in bio-energy to siphon from. They could have asked or paid someone. I didn't directly told them to kidnap someone. I definitely didn't want them to bring attention to what I was doing by causing destruction and risking lives. But that's cutting hairs..or is it splitting hairs? I am responsible and I assure you I will not be using their service again. That said I haven't lied about any of this. I told Fallout what I needed, wanted, and the risks that doesn't sound like a maniac to me."
He opened the driver side door "I gain nothing from this point on. Your friend powerful enough to turn me into a pile of ash even if my altered state can absorb some energy I don't wish to test the limits in such away. Second you are physically strong enough to break my bones. So a physical attack at either of you will lead to my downfall. Not to mention the two cape crusaders in the club. I made a deal with Fallout, and I keep my word it's your choice to accept it my invite both of you."
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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Cher walked over and kissed rob on the face plate it leaving a prefect kiss imprint on him she glanced at it and her shoulders made a sighing motion "you should really check that out" She walked back over to the car and got in, taking care not to combust the vehicle, she looked at Sandman and motioned. "you are totally justifying, and doing a crap job at it. but I get the point of what you are trying to say, now get in before more people show up" she said looking around glad the cops were suspiciously late.
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde
He started the car and the music started playing it was Voltaire's When You're Evil. He took off his mask now he was young about 20 or so thin in build and angler face. What was different was his veins were black and could be seen through his skin in some places. His eyes have also went solid black. Looking in the mirror "Most interesting, I will have to investigate these changes. Well I got time for that first is your new suit. My lab is up ahead a nice place called Grayson Tower. Well nice is a relative term it is a hive of scum and villainy but still even villains need a place to stay. As long as they behave themselves and don't bring any trouble to my door I'm fine with them." Driving off his care blended into the normal traffic.
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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP