Prototypes: Super Hero RP (Finished)

[AllFather]

[spoiler/]Hey, I don't Either. I'm just randomly posting. [/spoiler]
Ace, moving seemingly unnoticed in and out each restaurant. He was frustrated. How long was it going to take? Then he sees it. A white haired male siting in plain sight. He creeps up behind him, and puts his hand on his shoulder.

 

[Shapsters]

[spoiler/]Hey, I don't Either. I'm just randomly posting. [/spoiler]
Ace, moving seemingly unnoticed in and out each restaurant. He was frustrated. How long was it going to take? Then he sees it. A white haired male siting in plain sight. He creeps up behind him, and puts his hand on his shoulder.

Spoiler: So you are a GM

but you dont know the plot?

 

[AllFather]

[spoiler/]no, just one of the first characters. And anyway, I like being unaware of the plot. It provides a challenge.[/spoiler]

 

[Sparrow]

Sparrow sighed.

"Sure. We can go to the wreckage. ONLY if we buy the bikes though, okay?"

 

[SamuelT]

Samuel let out an equally exasperated sigh.

"You can transform into a cougar and you want to buy some bikes?"

He thought for a second.

"Alright, but if they're second-handed, we'll buy second-handed. I need at least some money to survive."

He got up and walked out of his apartment. The bodies still littered the hallway. He inhaled and made them vanish. He got a surge of nausea and a headache as a result. And a clean hallway. This constant manipulating got to him. Today he couldn't do anything without having a good rest and a proper meal.

 

[Sparrow]

"Score!"

Sparrow followed Samuel outside the door, and into the hallway as he cleared up the mess.

"So, what bike you getting? I'm thinking a Suzuki Hayabusa or maybe even a Ducati 1098."

 

[SamuelT]

"Anything with two wheels that can stay upright when I drive it." Samuel said.

 

[Sparrow]

As Sparrow went over the several bikes he wanted, he blindly followed Samuel out of the building. Samuel was unsure of where to go next.

"I know a great place nearby. They sell nothing but Sport Bikes."

Samuel didn't understand.

"The ones that go really fast."

Sparrow walked round the corner, as Samuel followed.

"I gotta' narrow it down. Possibly a Suzuki GSX-R600, or a Triumph Daytona 675. Oh! I've got it! I'm gonna' get a Derbi Mulhacén Café 659 Ángel Nieto Limited Edition!"

 

[SamuelT]

"You'll get the one that drives and you can afford. Let's keep it at that." Samuel said. He hated shopping. And especially when with someone who was 'drifting.'

 

[Sparrow]

Sparrow and Samuel arrived at the dealership, and Sparrow began drooling over every bike nearby, which worried the salesman.

"Man, look at all these bikes! They're gorgeous!"

Samuel glanced at the bikes, looking more at the price tags than the actual bikes. Sparrow looked through the main building, as he saw what appeared to be a few men with sharp implements for arms threatening the manager.

"Erm. Sam? Are those 5%'s and 20%'s?"

 

[SamuelT]

Samuel looked at the group of men standing further into the building. They had sharp appendages instead of normal hands and feet. One flashed a bit of fire. He focused, but did not manipulate, on his strings. They showed anomalies.

"Yup, they are."

 

[Sparrow]

"Great", Sparrow sighed.

Sparrow walked into the building, as Samuel followed behind him. The percentages didn't seem to know who they were, as one walked up to Samuel and grabbed him by the collar.

"You got a death wish?"

Sparrow formed a blade underneath his wrist, and punctured the percentage's skull.

"I don't believe we've met. I'm Sparrow, and this is my friend Samuel. You might not have heard too much about me, I'm just the lowly #2..."

The percentages eyes widened.

"...but this scary looking fellow next to me, is #4."

The percentages formed their arms back into normal limbs, and sprinted outside the door, as the manager screamed something at Samuel and Sparrow.

"My bikes! They're stealing my bikes!"

Sparrow streched his arms.

"I say old chap. If we get those bikes back for you, I don't suppose you could give us a rather large discount on our purchases could you?"

The manager, who had just taken the circumstances into account, agreed.

"Alright. Pick a bike Samuel, and pick something fast."

 

[SamuelT]

Samuel jumped on top of a sleek looking model. He sat on hit, getting familiair with the alien model. It looked kind of like his own back in Britain. He turned the contact key he took from the manager. The engine roared to life. Samuel bent over the bike and let the engine roar.

"After you, Sparrow."

 

[Sparrow]

Sparrow took his time looking at the models, which angered the manager. He slowly went over the Limited Edition section, when he saw the bike he wanted.

"Oh my god. A prestine Derbi Mulhacén Café 659 Ángel Nieto Limited Edition."

After starting up the engine, Sparrow signalled for Samuel to follow, and pulled back on the throttle, and put the bike into motion.

"Honda CBR600RR? Nice choice Samuel, that model has won every world supersport title since its introduction in 2003."

 

[SamuelT]

"Like I care. It just feels the best." Samuel said, impatient. The 20's were getting further and further. Samuel felt them heading out of the city bounds.

"Sparrow, they are getting away. Just pick one."

 

[Sparrow]

"I've got one. I'm sitting on it, duh."

Sparrow pulled away from Samuel, and slowly built up to 50mph. Samuel quickly caught up, as Sparrow looked ahead and spotted the group of thirteen percentages.

"Eh. I thought there were more. Oh well."

Samuel signalled Sparrow to look behind, as Sparrow looked in his wing mirrow.

"Ah. The other twenty are behind us. Smart move I suppose."

 

[SamuelT]

"Sparrow! I can't use the strings now! Using them would leave me gasping for air!" Samuel said. The percentages caught up with them. They didn't engage, but rather tried to outride them. Samuel had to dodge the slow traffic on the road. He swerved to the right to avoid a car. Sparrow have him the thumbs up, signaling that he had heard Samuel.

Samuel took a pistol out of the holster. His aim would be worse against fast-moving targets and the wind would play with it. But it'd be better then nothing.

 

[Sparrow]

Sparrow narrowly dodged a parked car, as a percentage formed his arm into a blade and tried to swipe Sparrow. After forming his right arm into a blade of his own, Sparrow countered the attack which made the percentage fall of his bike.

"One down, 32 to go!"

After dodging another car, Sparrow spotted the percentages take an off road route off a ramp near the motorway. Sparrow leaned forward, and built up speed.

"Samuel! I know your tired, but I don't suppose you could form a nice big wall behind us when we take off this ramp, could you?"

 

[SamuelT]

"I can't!" Samuel shouted. He sped up and moved a bit forward. He beckoned Sparrow to do the same. They moved a bit further of the percentages. He focused on the giant truck filled with fuel.

It'll probably kill a few innocents, but my life is worth more to me than nameless people.

He waited for seven or eight to pass before opening up the tanker and spilling the liquid everywhere. He created a spark, which ignited the liquid. Flames erupted over the motorway just as Samuel hit the ramp.

 

[Sparrow]

Sparrow and Samuel landed neatly on the ground, as the percentages charred boddies flew overhead. Sparrow looked over his shoulder at the carnage behind them.

"Getting rid of those bastards will probally save a good thousand lives, so a few lost in the process is just a greater cause I suppose."

Samuel sped ahead of Sparrow, and tried to line up a shot with his pistol.

"No time for that Samuel! Follow my lead!"

Sparrow sped up to an excess of 140mph, and shot ahead of the percentages. Samuel did the same, and lined up ahead of him. Sparrow extended a blade underneath his wrist outward and took out the biker at the front of the pack, causing him to fall off and take out a few of the other bikers.

"Stri-i-i-ike!"