The Super Hero RP Deluxe! (Closed, Started)

[TheNaut131]

Terry

"Crick! Alex called out. "I'm sorry to interrupt but is there at time and a place I can talk to you? Its about the other heroes..."

Terry faced Red Mist. He was considering letting Red Mist in on the whole hero group he had planned. But he still had Slender Girl to contact and do a check on the winged-healing woman from yesterday. Even that newcomer Coil was doing good work. Ultimately, he figured he should tell Red Mist sooner rather than later, especially given his situation. The Crick wanted this group to act as protectors of Neutropolis but he figured that it only made sense if heroes had eachother's backs.

He looked over at the man with cement skin, who'd been eager for him to lash out at Alex. Eatman, he thinks the media was calling him. He'd seen him on the news biting into the side of a building. His power was strange but seemed useful...in one situation or another.

"Guess I'll talk to both of them." He muttered just as he got a message from Loveless.

Loveless is sent out a message? The only heroes with on the network right now The specter, Sir Awesome, and me. Is he running some sort of test? Trying to talk to me privately?

He read the message. He looked around at all the festival attendees, finally enjoying the fair now that things had died down. The Crick began to hop in place, back and forth lightly, as if trying to figure out what to do first. It was the guy from last week.

The guy who tore up half of downtown while taking on two heroes.

"Mist, Eatman, we have a problem," He said hurriedly, turning to face Mr.Rolls who seemed curious about the situation.

"Mr.Rolls, there's a villain here, the one from last week. Can you help tell the security and cops to start evacuating the fair and send a few to cover the sound booth? He's taken a hostage and Dr.Loveless is hiding from him."

If the Specter was here, he could pull some recon Terry thought to himself. Then again, knowing him, he's probably here.

Somewhere.

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Gerald

"Alright, let's go live!" Psyclone said, finally ready to enact his plan.

The sound booth operator raised hit broadcast, but did a slight double take. Something didn't seem right.

"Ladies and gentlemen of-..." Psyclone stopped and stared down at the soundboard. Where were the sirens? His voice wasn't booming across festival grounds. This was supposed to be his actual attempt at putting some thought into all this madness he does. His attempt at some form of...

Gerald got bored of his lamenting and grabbed the sound operator by the neck, slamming him against the wall, and spinning his claymore behind him. The operator was terrified, feeling a slight breeze as the blade spun behind him.

"...do you think you're a hero? IS THAT WHAT YOU FUCKING THINK YOU ARE?!" Psyclone was breathing heavily and raggedly.

"Let me tell you what heroes are. Heroes save people, puppies, even fucking petunias if they can. But why? Because they care of course! Greater good and all that shit right?! But it's all a goddamn game, a fucking gimmick. Fear of failing a world full of expectations, perpetuated by the media. All the dashing, the semantics, all of it. It protects their profits. The public is just a secondary cause!"

Psyclone started moving the spinning blade forward, grazing the operators back as he screamed. Psyclone stopped for a second, considering the man's screams and looking back at the sound bored.

"You're not an idiot...you're not jamming me. So who..." He looked around the room.

"Whoever's here, if you don't come out, I will cut this fucking sound guy in half and string him up with every other fucking who gets in my way!"

 

[hiei82]

Theodore​

"What are you doing? Who are you, hiding like this?" a strange man asked, walking over to him. Theodore tried to shush the man but it was too late. "Whoever's here, if you don't come out, I will cut this fucking sound guy in half and string him up with every other fucking who gets in my way!" Psyclone called out. Theodore couldn't believe how stupid the man was; Psyclone would probably kill them in a second. How had he not noticed the wind villain was there? He had to walk right past him!

Still, Theodore didn't say anything to the man and instead just motioned for him to remain hidden. At least one of them needed to get out of this and - presumably - warn the cavalry. Hopefully, The Crick would get his message and respond soon. Theodore took a deep breath, centered his mind, and made his move. He spun out from his hiding place, slipped his hands halfway into his pocket in an attempt to look cool, and stared straight at the villain.

"Really? What will cutting someone in half possibly get you? I mean I get the whole "you're evil" thing and all, but don't most villains WANT something they're willing to kill for?" Theodore asked, eyebrow raised. All the while, Theodore was thinking to himself "Just keep him talking; villains are dumb and like to monologue. Just keep him monologuing long enough and the real heroes will arrive."

"Dr. Theodore Loveless by the way; I don't believe we've met. If you don't mind, I've got a few questions..."

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Psyclone, Theodore was broadcasting everything with a "special report" telling people to get away from the sound stage as quickly and calmly as possible in the way only an astoundingly handsome and popular media personality could.

Spoiler: OOC

When this is over, if Theodore's alive he's buying new pants

Aldric​

As the crowd began to make it's way away from the stage where Psyclone was taking command, Aldric remained seated while eating popcorn. This aught to be good.

Mina​

"Save it for now, lets see how long it takes people to figure it out on their own. I mean, I am a 'unicorn' now after all, we're supposed to be elusive, right?" Karen said, drawing a chuckle from Mina. "Great, now I'm associated with someone trying to dodge taxes; You sure you're not a super villain?" Mina said, clearly joking around and matching her old friend grin for grin.

After a few seconds, Mina's grin faded. "Karen... there's something you should know. It's not good. I don't know if you've made contact with any of the others; they might have been able to tell you if you have. Take a seat." she said, not sure how the old ally would react. Once Karen was seated - Mina insisted on it before she'd give the news - Mina continued.

"Kitsu... died a few years ago. I don't know what that means for a creature who guards the gates to the afterlife, but he's gone from this world. Since then... rather, since even before then, the rest of the group has kinda fallen apart. We're not really friends anymore and there's a lot of bad blood. None of them have a grudge against you - at least right now - but I don't think any of us can stomach to even be in the same room anymore. If they find out you were "faking your death"... I don't know how they'd react, but if they hear you spoke with me, I'll bet they'll have nothing good to say about either of us. If you want to talk to them, I understand. I an even give you their contact information just... just don't expect them to have anything nice to say." Mina said, almost entirely honestly.

"Even I don't have anything nice to say to them." she said, anger clear in her eyes.

 

[Lunar Templar]

Karen

Karen complied, Mina didn't seem inclined to speak till she did and actually insisted on it. The news was rather surprising, she didn't think Kitsu could die. As she let that sink in, Mina then brought up their 'friends' "Not surprised" Karen started, her disposition icing over a bit. "Seems obvious looking back now, back even back then, when we where a group I had the feeling we wouldn't be 'friends for life', and my run ins with them after more or less confirmed it. Karen said with a indifferent shrug. "Only reason I'm here talking to you is because we never actually crossed paths again after the split, so I didn't know if you'd turned out like the rest. So far, your the only one I haven't wanted to punch in the teeth."

Karen thought a few moments "As for Kitsu, I doubt he's dead. Least by our definition anyway, still surprising though. Didn't really think he could die."

 

[DarkRawen]

Frederick Rolls

"Mr. Rolls, there's a villain here, the one from last week. Can you help tell the security and cops to start evacuating the fair and send a few to cover the sound booth? He's taken a hostage and Dr. Loveless is hiding from him."

"Theodore?" he muttered, before nodding. "Okay." Truth to be told, that probably would be an idea. However, he had something else in mind.

No need sending the cops in if he's still hiding, after all.

Walking away far enough for him to be able to hide, he put on the masks and went into his ghost form, though, not leaving his body. That was a little too risky, and, while he certainly wouldn't have minded the telekinesis, it wasn't worth it. He made himself invisible, and, heading for the stage, soon realized that things weren't looking as good as Crick had described it, as Theodore was now out in the open, talking to the villain.

Was he found? Is it because of the hostage?

The situation looked heated, so Frederick didn't doubt so. However, it became more clear what might have happened when he spotted someone else, hiding behind a speaker, surveying the situation with a calm even he couldn't manage to have.

Even so, this guy's in danger.

He could always wonder what had happened later, as much as he wanted to help Theodore, truth was, he couldn't go into the situation without further risking his own life, as well as that of Theodore's or the victim. He'd have to keep an eye out, if either got hurt, he could rush in and attempt to help. For now, however, he'd have to trust in Theodore's ability to speak, the same way he had trusted in his own.

Ensuring that the guy who was still hidden was fine, Frederick flew down to the man, revealing only his hand, ensuring that it was impossible to see from where the villain stood. He was hoping for the other to grab it and follow him. While the youth did so, he looked towards where his face was, though, obviously not seeing it, and whispered. He didn't look like the situation bothered him much, nor if a hand appeared in the middle of nowhere.

"Can I borrow your emotions?"

What did he just ask me about?

Did this man have some sort of ability? Or was he simply insane? Regardless, Frederick supposed it couldn't be that bad, and nodded, though with his head still invisible, that was somewhat of a wasted gesture.

"Ehm... yes? I suppose so?"

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Sirius Hamilton

"Whoever's here, if you don't come out, I will cut this fucking sound guy in half and string him up with every other fucking who gets in my way!"

Oh.

Was that Sirius' fault? He had attempted to be quiet, and he didn't think he'd been seen. However, that was probably wrong. He felt like apologizing, only that it would be making things even worse. Not saying anything else, he failed to stop the stranger from standing up and outing himself. As the stranger did, he also motioned for Sirius to sit still.

"Really? What will cutting someone in half possibly get you? I mean I get the whole "you're evil" thing and all, but don't most villains WANT something they're willing to kill for? Dr. Theodore Loveless by the way; I don't believe we've met. If you don't mind, I've got a few questions..."

Why did he step out?

Sirius knew the answer to that one, it was because of the hostage. He wanted to do the same, he had powers, after all. Then again, the villain had talked about someone jamming the signal, was it possible that this Dr. Loveless was responsible for that?

I suppose so.

The question was, did he stay quiet, or did he reveal himself as well? Sirius didn't have a lot of powers, at the moment, as the connection to Ash was shut. Besides, while he knew martial arts, stuff like that was a lot more useful when one wasn't currently recovering from injuries. Even so, he had to step out, it was his fault.

Always do the right thing, after all.

If he could draw attention to himself, then the two others could escape.

But how?

Just as he was about to go ahead, the answer presented itself to him in the form of a hand. He didn't know who the hand belonged to, or why it was there, but he grabbed it, and asked the owner a question.

"Can I borrow your emotions?" he was barely making a sound, yet the owner of the hand, confused, responded with a quiet voice.

"Ehm... yes? I suppose so?"

At that, Sirius started bonding with the stranger, the connection appearing in his mind as he did.

Spoiler: OOC

I normally wouldn't do this, but in this case, I need a replacement for the bond he had with Ash, and since it was a likely outcome for Frederick to try to evacuate Sirius, this happened. Hopefully it's not stepping out of line >_>. Also, yes, Frederick is confused as fuck, because who wouldn't be.

 

[TheNaut131]

Gerald

"Really? What will cutting someone in half possibly get you? I mean I get the whole "you're evil" thing and all, but don't most villains WANT something they're willing to kill for? Dr. Theodore Loveless by the way; I don't believe we've met. If you don't mind, I've got a few questions..." "

Psyclone stared at Loveless, a sense of eagerness falling over him. So here he was. He was an average looking man, tanned skin, graying hair, but his purple-reddish eyes perplexed him slightly. He was rather well dressed, looking like he'd stepped out of a pulp novel.

"Oh, I know who you are doc. I've seen a few of your interviews, I liked the one with the rockstar chick. She said some interestin' things...but this isn't about her. This whole thing is actually about you in a way..."

He moved away from the hostage, the blade still rotating in place behind him, waiting to slice into the booth operator. Psyclone grinned from behind his mask as he moved toward Loveless. He gently placed his arm on Loveless's shoulder

"You don't belong to some company or media outlet, you just do you. I like that. I like it a lot. Not because I care about 'journalistic integrity' or some shit. You're just as bad as the rest of em...well, not bad, just another gear turnin'. But that's okay, cause you make my job easier. You're the perfect person for me to start off with. Recognizable enough to pull some heartstrings, but small enough that the rest of the world can keep on spinning. Especially the media."

He squeezed Loveless's shoulder and sat him down in the chair hard.

"I know, I know. I'm monologuing. You think you're so fucking clever! But guess what, you're not. My plan was to make a grand entrance and single you out. Maybe chase you through the city for a bit while causing some mayhem. But it's a bit different now. See, now, I'm the reporter and you're my co-host." He gave Loveless a quick smack upside the head and chuckled.

"I recognize you, or, at least your ability. Knew a kid who could do something similar with televisions. So go ahead, ask your questions. Broadcast them as much as you want. Cause you can't stop me. We're going live soon. And we've got to get to our studio." Gerald stared at a security screen intently.

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Terry

The Crick watched Loveless broadcast instructions to the crowd as he tried to organize some plan of attack and got the two other heroes. He winced as Loveless made himself known, but had to commend him for the effort and protecting the hostage. Now The Crick had to figure out a way to get him out.

"Red Mist, I don't want to ask too much of you right now, but if you get a chance, can you teleport into the booth and grab the hostages?"

 

[hiei82]

Theodore​

With every word the villain said, Theodore edited them to keep things in his favor. There was no sense letting the villain just say what he wanted. Plus, if he didn't edit some of it the censors would kill him LONG before Psyclone got the chance. As such, all the public saw was the pair of them making their way to a chair, Psyclone forcing him to sit in it, and a heavily edited version of the conversation.

Spoiler: Edited Broadcast

"Oh, I know who you are doc. I've seen a few of your interviews, I liked the one with the rockstar chick. She said some interestin' things...but this isn't about her. This whole thing is actually about you in a way..."

He moved away from the hostage, the blade still rotating in place behind him, waiting to slice into the booth operator. Psyclone grinned from behind his mask as he moved toward Loveless. He gently placed his arm on Loveless's shoulder

"You don't belong to some company or media outlet, you just do you. I like that. I like it a lot. Not because I care about 'journalistic integrity'; you're just as bad as the rest of em...well, not bad, just another gear turnin'. But that's okay, you're the perfect person for me to start off with. Recognizable enough to pull some heartstrings, but small enough that the rest of the world can keep on spinning. Especially the media."

He squeezed Loveless's shoulder and sat him down in the chair hard.

"I know, I know. I'm monologuing. You're so [BEEP]ing clever! My plan was to make a grand entrance and single you out. Maybe chase you through the city for a bit while causing some mayhem. But it's a bit different now. See, now, I'm the co-host and you're the reporter." He gave Loveless a quick smack upside the head and chuckled.

"I recognize you, or, at least your ability. Knew a kid who could do something similar. So go ahead, ask your questions. Broadcast them as much as you want. Cause you can't stop me. We're going live soon. And we've got to get to our studio." Gerald stared at a security screen intently.

Theodore's responses followed, mostly unedited by his power though edited by his good sense and taste. The one last edit he made was a visual one to remove his next actions. Once the villain had sat him down, Theodore - still unflappable - pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket along with a lighter and brought one to his lips. He lighted it a moment later. After that, he held up a cigarette to the air villain saying "need a light?" Theodore figured if the villain was gonna kill him, he'd at least enjoy some of it.

Of course, the cigarettes were edited out; it was a bad habit he didn't want to inflict on anyone else.

As Psyclone turned his attention to more broadcasting equipment, Theodore raised a hand and shook his head. "I wouldn't bother; I'm afraid none of that equipment is gonna work while I'm here. The equipment likes me better." he said with a shrug. "Nothing personal, just don't think your message is all that important. Probably something about how "the big bad superheros are full of it" right?" Theodore said, remembering some of his words from the week before. He was also being remarkably antagonistic for a hostage; Theodore blamed his journalistic instincts.

"Now, if you let the other hostage go like a good little boy, MAYBE I'll consider letting you watch TV." Theodore added in a deliberately condescending tone. Theodore had interviewed superheroes, supervillains, politicians, CEOs, and even one foreign genocidal dictator; one more villain who was full of hot air was nothing special. Hopefully, he could a least negotiate for the freedom of the other hostage.

"So... first question? Do you think you were born a mild inconvenien... excuse me - "evil" - or did you become that way over time?"

Aldric​

Aldric laughed at the broadcast and wondered how long before the wind villain killed the reporter. More popcorn flew down his throat

Mina​

Mina shook her head. "I've no idea how easy it is for a being like Kitsu to die." she said, freely admitting ignorance. It wasn't hard. She was going to say something else when there came a knock at her door. A few seconds later - without Mina's approval - the door opened and a tall Japanese woman entered. She bowed her head to Mina before Mina could berate her and spoke up. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but you should check the news. The weather villain from last week is on down at the festival." she said.

Mina would have argued, but Psyclone's work was relevant to her goals and Karen was a hero so she quickly turned on a large TV in her office and found the broadcast just in time for Theodore to ask the first question. When the Japanese woman left, Mina turned to Karen and quietly said "you probably should go."

 

[DarkRawen]

Frederick Rolls

His eye color changed.

Normally, Frederick didn't care a whole lot about people's eye-colors, however, this one's had changed from a steel gray to what looked to be a mess of brown, green and blue.

Perhaps he has powers, then. Something related to asking me to borrow my emotions.

He could only hope. Frederick couldn't help but listen in on the conversation on the stage as this all happened, though the result left him only slightly less confused, a bit annoyed, and somewhat worried.

"I wouldn't bother; I'm afraid none of that equipment is gonna work while I'm here. The equipment likes me better." he said with a shrug. "Nothing personal, just don't think your message is all that important. Probably something about how "the big bad superheros are full of it" right?"

Wait, why he is using that tone? That's not what you do when trying to make someone not kill you.

Frederick should know, he was sarcastic most of the time, and look at what had happened to him.

Don't tell me he intends to keep poking the bad guy.

"Now, if you let the other hostage go like a good little boy, MAYBE I'll consider letting you watch TV."

...

"So... first question? Do you think you were born a mild inconvenien... excuse me - "evil" - or did you become that way over time?"

Dammit Theodore, do you need to be so hostile?

Frederick asked himself, and flew up to get a view of the situation. There was something about that slightly suicidal way of acting that struck him as familiar, he'd certainly seen how Theodore could talk to people, but was this really the time and place? If he was to help, he'd have to take out the thing that was the biggest danger right now, the sword flying around. He didn't know what the youth in front of him intended to do, though the red-haired man was looking at the conversation as well, perhaps trying to determine what to do. Frederick's hand appeared again, and he pointed towards the sword, then towards where he would be.

Does he get that?

The red-hair nodded, the expression on his face as confused about this whole situation as Frederick felt, then pointed towards the broadcasting equipment and the villain, separately. Not know what the other intended to do, and not at all certain if he'd have the time to find out, he made an okay sign with his hand, made it disappear again, and went over to do something about the sword.

Here goes nothing.

He grabbed the sword, lifting it up as far as he could, intending to move it somewhere else entirely. He did so while the villain was turned another way, though, at least the first hostage noticed and looked at it, wide eyes, slowly backing away from it. Whatever the other guy was intending to do, this was the time to do it.

Then, the red-haired stranger acted, put his hand on the sound equipment, and created sparks, enough to create quite the mess of sparks and unpleasant sounds. Not hesitating for a moment, the youth then ran between the villain and Theodore, and told the villain that he wasn't about to let him harm anyone.

Hopefully, he knows how to defend himself.

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Tim Merridy

Tim hadn't gotten as far as to get to a hidden alley-way and turn into Lord Magnificent. Rather, him, as well as several others, had stopped outside the closest electronic shop when the villain and Loveless, whom he recognized from the interview with Rias a week ago or so, suddenly showed up on the TVs. While he normally wouldn't mind helping a fellow villain out, he still felt more like watching this out, not because of a petty grudge from a week ago, but because of that he didn't exactly agree with what the other villain was saying.

If you're evil, that means you're evil, and if you're good... well, then you're just good. A poor naive fellow. Like... well, like Tom.

This guy wasn't getting it. He wasn't getting it at all. Perhaps Tim would help him, or perhaps it was better to just let it be, Tim didn't really know. However, he did know that getting involved right now would only ruin the villain's broadcast, even if it didn't seem like Loveless intended to be a very nice hostage.

Those are some rather nice burns.

The reporter was on the good side, it appeared, but at least he knew how to reply with pretty decently sarcastic remarks.

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Sirius Hamilton

It was certainly an unfamiliar feeling to feel confused again. He had felt shocked not long before leaving the UK, when he had told his father that he was leaving, but confusion wasn't really a prominent emotion in his father, as the man seemed to understand everything, or just about. He wondered what the owner of the hand was confused about, however, the situation at the stage had started heating up, some sort of interview going on and the interviewer sounding rather insulting to the villain.

I wonder who they are. I did meet the villain, but he didn't tell me his name.

Even so, he listened in.

"So... first question? Do you think you were born a mild inconvenien... excuse me - "evil" - or did you become that way over time?"

That was a curious question. Sirius wondered what the villain would reply, as he at least knew something about being born a mild inconvenience. Regardless, that wasn't important right now, he needed to act. But how? The power he got from this kind of emotion was electricity, and he didn't think--- oh.

I could use it on the sound equipment. Probably. Couldn't I?

The confusion made him unsure. Would he be ruining something? Loveless had said that it wouldn't do much to turn it on, but if Sirius used his current power...

That'll probably be a good distraction.

And then he'd run up and engage the bad guy, keep him away from this Mr Loveless. Right. But what about the sword?

A reply to his thoughts came in the form of the hand pointing at the sword, then at its body. Well, it wasn't really a hand, he'd heard the person speak, but either way. That had to mean that the other would handle the sword, right?

I'll do what I do, then.

He thought, and, as he saw that the blade moved ever so slightly, he put his hands on the speakers and started using his abilities, the whole system started creating sounds of feedback, before sparking and buzzing and being a little dangerous. As it did, Sirius ran out and in front of Loveless, trying to shield him from the wind that might be coming. After all, that was the villain's power. Speaking of which...

Oh, right.

The feeling of confusion had almost made him forget, and he turned off his emotions so that he could use his other ability. Being able to do that gave him the advantage of switching between two kinds of powers, though only those two. He had no idea what kind of ability he might have when turning the connection back on, as humans, even invisible heroes, always kept changing between emotions.

"Step down," Sirius said as his eyes turned back to grey. "I won't let you hurt anyone."

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Alex had been watching the entire situation with growing interest. Now there some other villain in the fair holding hostages, one of them announced who they were although that one fell on deaf ears as Alex didn't recognize the man. Something had to be done and done fast. He didn't like the sound or the look of the situation and there too many variables to set this off the wrong way. He went to his phone and texted the doctor.

The listening device is in place but I'm held up at the fair. I could use some help

As he finished texting, the Crick offered him an idea.

"Red Mist, I don't want to ask too much of you right now, but if you get a chance, can you teleport into the booth and grab the hostages?"

Alex looked to the booth and saw the hostages and while this villain was still in the middle of talking to one of the hostages, he seemed to have his attention averted elsewhere. This offered an interesting opportunity.

"My teleportations aren't exactly subtle." Alex said to the Crick. "Besides, I called in a friend to help us out. He's new in town, I think you might like him."

 

[IFS]

Gorge

"Mist, Eatman, we have a problem,"

"Gorge if you must call me something," he said, somewhat irritated by the stupid nickname. Granted Gorge wasn't much more intelligent sounding but he enjoyed the personal joke of how close it was to George's name.

He listened carefully as Crick described the problem, following him and Red Mist as they moved to act. It seemed that the villain had taken a reporter hostage, that makes this difficult. He'd grabbed a few more bites of concrete on the way there, to have something to spit out while still being able to hold onto some of its properties.

"Besides, I called in a friend to help us out. He's new in town, I think you might like him."

"Hope he works fast," Gorge replied "Our psycho seems rather unstable."

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Tess

Crap crap, fucking shit. Tess thought as the psychotic weather-freak made his reappearance, she was already in the Coil outfit so no doubt people would expect her to act. But at the same time she knew this wasn't a confrontation Mina had planned for her, at least I think she would have called first about something like this, if not then she's even more of a ***** than I thought.

Where are the other heroes? This can't possibly be all on me, this is a superpower fair after all. Still as much as it irked her she had to act. If the other heroes were planning something then they were nowhere to be seen, and this job was supposed to be easy. As she moved towards the booth one did intervene though, Tess was surprised to see the bystander from the earlier fight intervening but there he was. Is EVERYONE in this city empowered? Well let's hope he holds up better than last time.

Still she was close enough now to make a declaration, and she knew there were at least some eyes on her "Psyclone! You want a rematch?" she said "Let the hostages go and I'll happily fight you one on one."

He'd be a sucker to believe that, but it sounds heroic enough to work.

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Tom

Tom had done his best to cover the fair, but his rude awakening finally took its toll and he had fallen asleep on a bench in the fairground. The sudden clamor and 'interview' being broadcast roused him though (after a few moments of grumbling and fumbling for the snooze button of course) and he sprung into action.

Ah no no, this is bad! I like Loveless, can't let him get hurt and I missed out on my chance to punch this villain last time. Not letting that happen again! This time Sir Awesome will show him what any villain in this city can expect from the awesome hero-ness of Sir Awesome! Rested and recharged, no that doesn't sound right, restored? Revived? Rejuvenated! That's it!

These thoughts in mind he darted into a now vacant tent and began to transform, he'd need a lot of goo for this battle, and even then he wouldn't be able to attack until Loveless was safe. I know! I'll challenge him, that worked against Doctor Blowhard and the Egomaniac, bet it'll work here too! No villain can resist a good challenge after all!

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

[HEADING=3]Dr. Schwertner[/HEADING]

The listening device is in place but I'm held up at the fair. I could use some help

Vinzenz looked at his communicator and a look of determination appeared across his face. "I vill aid you, mein freund, for I know sat you vould do see same for me," he said to empty warehouse. He went to one of the makeshift workbenches and withdrew a device that resembled a flamethrower with a giant metal hubcap on the end. in its current state, it was little more than that. Minus the flamethrowing. He carried the device towards the generator and hesitated. To charge the energy pack the device needed to operate would require too much power to allow the generator to keep running. There was also no way for him to transfer the energy back into the generator. It must be done, thought the doctor.

Vinzenz led the energy pack's input cable to the generator's port and with a heavy sigh, pushed it into place. With a loud crackle of electric energy and the rattling of metal plates, the generator shook as the power was being forced out of it. Light on the new device's pack flickered to life as the droning sound of the generator was reduced to a low whir, then silence as its inner workings came to a halt. The transfer was complete. The doctor strapped the energy pack onto his back and held the rifle-like firing mechanism of the device. There was a lever on the top of the 'rifle' and he slowly pulled it towards himself while keeping it pointed at the dead generator. The magnet at the end of the 'rifle' activated and the generator scraped against the concrete as it drew nearer. Vinzenz set the lever to the resting position again and the generator stopped. A smile crept across his face. Next, he pushed the lever forward gently and the generator responded just as well, only this time it moved away. "Voll gut!"

With his device at the ready, he just needed a way to get to the fair. This caused him to scratch his head as he didn't have a car and, if he was being completely honest with himself, didn't know how to drive. He turned and paced for a moment before something caught his eye. Something that made his shoulders slump begrudgingly. He looked from the device in his hands to the rusted Red Flyer wagon several times before finally committing to the idea. This is, without a doubt, the least dignified thing I've ever done...



Pedestrians watched with raised brows as a child's wagon flew towards downtown at well over thirty miles per hour with the occupant shouting what were undoubtedly expletives in German. The doctor's eyes were wide in intense concentration behind the lenses of his goggles as he was certain even the slightest misstep would turn him into a stain on the pavement. Back and forth, the Red Flyer's occupant moved the lever, using anchored light poles and large vehicles to pull the wagon toward and push from when he made sharp turns. The whole thing was equal parts frightening and exhilarating--he felt as if he was in a race against his own heart. Thankfully, for his cardiovascular system, the fairgrounds were coming into view. Not so thankfully, the path ahead had very little metal for his device to interact with as it was packed with the fleshy bodies of fair-goers. "Scheisse!"

Barreling towards the crowd, some of which appeared to notice the faded-red box on wheels, Vinzenz was quickly running out of options. Many of the people began to move out of the wagon's path, but too many either hadn't noticed or reacted for the wagon to pass through without incident. Vinzenz looked off to the side and seeing an opportunity, pointed the 'rifle' at one of the decorated light poles and pulled the lever sharply. The force of the magnet lifted him out of his seated position and sent him flying through the air. He came to abrupt halt along with the magnet when they both impacted the light pole while the wagon careened and skidded across the asphalt, stopping before it could do any damage. Vinzenz probably would've dropped to the ground if it wasn't for his death grip on the magnet. A few of the onlookers stepped forward to lend a helping hand before, shakily, the doctor released the magnet's hold and stepped from the pole. Vinzenz broke the stunned silence by taking a big gasp of air and sighing the heaviest sigh he's ever managed in relief. Without word and with 'gun' in hand, he made his way through the crowd and moved deeper into the fairgrounds in search of his comrade.

 

[Lunar Templar]

Karen

"you probably should go."

Karen simply nodded and got up "Good seeing you again Mina, well have to talk again soon" Karen said as she slipped her jacket back on and headed out of Mina's office. She'd thought about just jumping out the window, but figured that'd cause to much panic, so she took the elevator down instead.

once she was back on street level she ran toward the festival a ways before making sure she was out of site of everyone then 'transformed' and flew off toward the festival.

Rias

The van she and every one else was in was stuck in traffic. The festival cause enough traffic problems on it's own, a villain showing up only made things worse. Rias how ever was not pleased. A villain meant Heroes, and that meant a fight which mean the stage was gonna get totaled, and what amounts to a 'sorry but oh well' from them after the villain got away.

Rias sat there silently with the other, pondering what she should do.

 

[TheNaut131]

Gerald

Psyclone could feel the world swirling around him. The movement of festival goers, the voices of police herding them, the heroes plotting against him, and even the villains watching on from afar judging his performance. He got a quick look at The Crick and three other heroes following him. He'd always been curious about that fucking power ranger. Coil was yelling something. What a little shitty upstart that heroine. He just knew Aldric and his "employers" were watching, waiting for to see what how their newest asset would do.

All this made Gerald stop and think about himself in the open. He realized people were actually gonna listen to him. People were gonna be able to hear him in full honestly. Well, as honest as Loveless would allow him, if his power was what Gerald believed it to be. He knew he had a show to put on a show, get as much attention as possible, but still...

Loveless's voice brought him back to that moment.

"So... first question? Do you think you were born a mild inconvenien... excuse me - "evil" - or did you become that way over time?"

"TYou know something Loveless, I've thought about it. I really have. You think I'm just another guy lookin' for attention. And I suppose you're right. And I'll admit, I'm not too worried about killin', or death, or even hurtin' people. I don't ever strive for it but I find in an odd pleasure in, not the act itself but the look of confusion and fear and just that look people give when they feel the world spiraling away from them. Shit, I guess that makes me evil! But I...I don't believe people are born evil. You aren't just 'evil'! You're..."

Psyclone stopped for a moment staring down at security screens. Loveless was probably editing this out. Changing his message around. He spilled a cup full of pens and sent them spinning on their tips.

"I'm not just a weather guy, I make things spin! That's all it was, I could make things spin! But then I was taken, molded, forced to choose. To choose a choice I never had! The rest of my mates wanted to be heroes after what they'd done to us! Why?! Why heroes? Why not just forget it all? Simple. They let the ones who trained us into their heads. They were shown their abilities and at some point, it was ingrained in them that they had to make a choice! That's what happens here. We're all lead to believe there's a side baby! Of course, we can say it's "our side." But at our core, every villain and hero has been subconsciously...shaped. By many things of course, many things our own choice, but right now I gotta focus on the main foe in front of us."

He stared Loveless in the eyes. He didn't care if anyone got it, he just needed to say it.

"Every heroic deed. Every villainous act. All of it, broadcast every day. On every screen."

Psyclone closed his eyes momentarily, taking a breath.

"But enough about all that shit, let's talk about something really interesting! I spin shit, spin it real good. Now question, what happens when I try to spin something that's already spinning pretty fucking fast?"

There was a loud metallic snap as the tilti-whirl was sent flying across the festival ground, like a spinning top.

"Ah, pack up your things Loveless, our studio is making its way over! Now let me get my-"

Psyclone turned and watched as his sword drifted away from the hostage.

"What the fuck-" Psyclone was cut-off as the sound equipment sparked up, nearly frying him. He reached out to grab Loveless by his collar but a man with red hair and gray eyes stood between them.

"Step down," Sirius said as his eyes turned back to grey. "I won't let you hurt anyone."

"Oh hey, it's you..." Psyclone said, a hint of enthusiasm and annoyance. "You're not really going to try and get in my way are you, buddy?!"

The sky above the festival darkened.

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Terry

The Crick watched as the tilta-whirl tore it's way towards the sound booth.

"I think I hate this guy", The Crick muttered as he started running.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

[HEADING=3]Dr. Schwertner[/HEADING]

As the doctor squeezed through the dense crowd, there was a sudden groaning of bending and twisting metal as the support struts that held one of the fair rides in place snapped, sending the giant metal disk and the people strapped to it twirling across the fairgrounds. Vinzenz watched, mouth agape, as it twisted and turned, spinning right towards him. "Oh...oh dear."

There was screaming and shouting from both within and around the Tilt-A-Whirl. fair-goers scrambled to get clear of the wheel's path. The doctor reached behind his back and flipped a few switches on his pack. The hum and whir of the machine grew stronger as the internals worked harder. He walked briskly towards the giant rotating disc with his gizmo at the ready. "Move, out of ze vay! Raus, raus!!" Vinzenz shouted, clearing a course for him and his device. Once there was enough space, he planted his feet firmly on the asphalt, raised his magnet gun, then pushed the lever as far as it would allow. With a loud thrum, the super magnet was activated and pushed against the Tilt-A-Whirl with great force. The doctor felt the resistance and leaned into to save himself from flying backwards. Even still, he was being sent backwards, the soles of his shoes scraping the pavement.

The big wheel showed signs of slowing down, but the doctor wasn't confident it would stop before it reached him. Risking destabilizing his hold on the device, he reached back and flipped another switch. There was a snap and crackle of electricity as the machine discharged energy from an exhaust port in the rear. Any more power and it would certainly go critical. Like a wave, Vinzenz felt more resistance and was suddenly sent further back but he held firm as he could. The amusement ride drew nearer, close enough for Vinzenz to see the bubbles in the bright, colorful paint. A smell of ozone became noticeable as the reaction between the ride and the magnet intensified. The heel of the doctor's back foot hit the curb and he used that to his advantage, grounding him more firmly in his position.

A sharp Bzzt! came from the end of the magnet as an arc of electricity formed between it and the Tilt-A-Whirl. The ride was just meters away from the doctor before it was hit with the full force of the magnet and brought to a near-halt. Vinzenz was nearly thrown off his feet from the resistance and he let out a yell as he put all his effort into keeping himself standing. Finally, and with great relief for the doctor, the rotating wheel was stabilized. He took a few steps back to prevent another electrical discharge and was safe enough to take a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow. Laughing nervously, he felt confident the rogue machine was under control and shouted loudly so as to be heard over his machine's hum. "Everyvon inside, remove yourself from see veel if you can! Take care to stay clear of zis device! Is highly dangerous!"

[HEADING=3]Daniel[/HEADING]

"Is the weather here usually this unpredictable?" Mr. Luxe asked, looking at the fresh storm clouds through the glass wall of his suite. He was standing on a small polished wood box with his arms out to his sides, level with his shoulders. He was only in his undershirt and boxer-briefs, allowing himself to be more easily measured.

"Eh, clouds come. Clouds go. Hard to say," said the short, old Italian man with a thick, raspy accent as he wrapped a strip of measuring tape around Daniel's waist. The tailor adjusted his glasses as he scrunched his nose and furrowed his brow, focusing on being precise with his evaluations. "Worried about the cold? I can increase the blend. Some more wool to keep warm, yes?"

"No thank you, I'll manage."

"Okay, suit yourself," the tailor said with a soft chuckle at his own humor.

"I hear this city has quite the number of super individuals."

"Ah, sì. Molti, molti, molti--you cannot go anywhere in this city without seeing one. Some are not so easy to tell, some...well, they like the bright, flashy outfits. Some err, canaglie, scoundrels. They like to make trouble. Usually nothing big, but they like the excitement. Most people in the city do too. At least they know what they are getting into when they come here. Maybe that is why you come to the city, yes? Some excitement, eh?" The tailor chuckled some more at this. "Mi scusi, I like to joke. Your business is no business of mine."

"Please, no worries," Daniel spoke kindly, his mind half-occupied with the thoughts of the supers that could be in the city. He'd seen plenty in his time, be they hero, villain, or those just getting by.

"If I may, a man such as you, who likes luxury suits must have a luxury car to match, yes? Go to my grandson, very good with cars. Tell him Vinicio tell you. Good price for a good customer, eh?"

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Grazie. Truth be told, he could use the business. Tells me, 'Nonnino, I am doing just fine,' but I do what I can to help him. Anyway, we are just about finished."

 

[hiei82]

Aldric​

Aldric just watched Psyclone and the Heroes get into a standoff. He knew at some point someone would do something stupid and the whole powder keg would explode in a glorious conflagration of media coverage and property damage. Oh, and blood; LOTS of blood. He had a great show, plenty of snacks, and not a single reason to move.

Well, one reason to move. As it turned out, the "powder keg" was actually a tilt-a-whirl and was moving in his direction. Grabbing onto the arms of his folding chair, Aldric pulled up on them violently several times to move his chair out of the "line-of-whirl" Once the thing had passed him, he was going to turn back to the awaiting show. However, something interesting happened; he heard a voice.

The voice wasn't really all that impressive or meaningful; really it was the accent that got him. A superhero of some form he'd not seen before had stopped the tilt-a-whirl with some form of electro-mechanical device. He had a German accent. German super scientist? He hadn't seen one of those since the 1940s. The whole "helping people" thing was new; most of the German Super Scientists he'd ever encountered had a thing for puppy kicking. He usually returned the favor... BUT WITH KNIVES!

Aldric made note of the man for later before returning his attention to the much more pressing powder keg on the main stage which, he decided, he was going to refer to as "The Balkans."

Theodore​

And then half the city's heroes appeared. Don't get me wrong, Theodore was happy to see them. He was, after all, technically a hostage. However, his primary concern had been the lives of the many innocent people around them. Fortunately, it appeared some of the heroes had the good sense to at least stop what was possibly the worst disaster in tilt-a-whirl history... and that was saying something.

"Ah, pack up your things Loveless, our studio is making its way over! Now let me get my-" Psyclone said. As Psyclone reached out to grab him however, a pair of heroes got in his way. Theodore, desperate to keep the villain's attention on anyone but the crowd, spoke again. "Thanks, but I'm just fine where I am."

From there, he added another question. "So... you're some kind of "cultural warrior"; fighting the... ahm... "good" fight against media, businesses, and - evidently - innocent bystanders? Most people would organize a protest or something..."

Some people.

 

[DarkRawen]

Frederick Rolls

Frederick kept carrying the sword away from the villain, the hostage running off with no doubt or hesitation whatsoever.

Good, then that's fixed.

Frederick thought. He hid the sword inside the closest building -somewhere no one would find it, the thing was a little too sharp for his liking- and returned.However, there was another issue, along with the fact that Theodore was still being held hostage. The villain
had started using his powers, attempting to ruin anything and everything on the festival.

This festival was bound to get messed with, huh?

It happened every year, after all, yet they insisted on setting it up, rebuild it, and continue on as if a large lizard-guy had not just trampled the political stands.

I don't think I can do much to help Theodore and the... other guy now, I have to trust in that they'll manage.

Completely ignoring the other villain that had appeared -that one only seemed to want attention either way- Frederick started helping civilians evacuating.

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Tim Merridy

Tim kept watching, the situation escalating at a high speed. However, it wasn't before heroes, a lot of them, appeared, interfering, far too many of them for the storm-villain to have a chance.

Haha, this might actually become something worth watching.

Tim thought.

Of course, that means that I want to be a part of it.

Of course he had to do that, it was a given. He was a villain, one that would soon have his first real appearance. With a grin, he walked away, eager to find the closest alley.

It didn't take long for him to get into his goo and start running, and run he did. About 9 feet tall, a sturdy armor with the spikes and horns, Tim arrived at the scene in time to engange one of the heroes, a woman in some sort of armor. She was flying using a pair of wings, and while she seemed well adjusted to doing so, Tim figured that she would have to land somewhere, that's when he'd strike.

Perfect.

"No you don't!" Tim exclaimed, and stepped in front of her. In -or rather, as- his hand, a large spike appeared, sharp and just as sturdy, if not sturdier than his armor. "Fight me, hero!" He gestured to the rest of them. "All of you! Come on, lets have some fun before I crush you all!"

That's promising quite a lot.

Oh well, it wasn't exactly a secret that villains were supposed to be arrogant.

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Sirius Hamilton

Sirius had heard most of the ranting that the villain had done, yet he had no intention of backing down. Well, unless there was no need for him to do this, of course.

"Oh hey, it's you... You're not really going to try and get in my way are you, buddy?!"

"I think so," Sirius said. "You can't act like this. It's against the law, and you're hurting people."

"Thanks, but I'm just fine where I am. So... you're some kind of "cultural warrior"; fighting the... ahm... "good" fight against media, businesses, and - evidently - innocent bystanders? Most people would organize a protest or something..."

Sirius turned to look at the man, and stepped slightly to the side so that journalist could face the one he was asking.

I suppose they're not done talking yet.

"It would be better to be calm, Mr... ehm, villain," Sirius said. "I'm sure you'll get to talk before they try to arrest you, and it would do you no good to harm anyone else. As long as you behave, I won't try to fight you, so please stop using your powers."

While his words sounded polite, the dull tone made it clear that he wasn't trying to be careful or indirect. Simply stating how he saw it. He still stood ready to fight, though he had felt it in his side when he had stood up so quickly, being hasty hadn't had the best effect on his stitches. Feeling at them, he noticed that while he was bleeding, they hadn't gotten completely ruined, simply moved a little. The bleeding wasn't good, though.

I wonder if I could heal myself if the ghost gets sad or scared. I don't want to have to go to the hospital again.

How to scare a ghost, though?

 

[Lunar Templar]

Karen

As Karen got closer to where the villain from last week was stirring up trouble again, she flew a bit lower, nice as her armor was, it did make 'sneaking up' kind of a pain being that it was silver/white and shiny.

"No you don't!, Fight me, hero!" Said some villain she'd not seen before as he jumped out of where ever he was hiding to confront her, his hand ether changing to a large pike, or he formed on in his hand, was difficult to tell He was tall, taller then her, covered in spikes and generally came across as a 'evil knight'.

Karen having stopped mid air when he jumped out at her just hovered there a moment, eying him a bit, Her wings relaxing a bit, with the two smaller ones dropping down a bit and hanging just below the two larger ones. Karen cracked a smirk after a few moments "Well, bet you never need to look far for a can opener do you, even if it does come off as a bit like 'over compensation' " Karen said, deciding to take a jab at this guy while she raised her right hand out to the side a bit, a golden light forming in her open hand, before she wrapped her fingers around the light, the light then forming into a blade as a circular shield formed just off her left forearm, also golden in color. "I'll warn you only once, stand a side and no harm will come to you, persist in challenging me and I WILL hurt you." Karen's tone shifting as she spoke, less humor and more serious, her statement ending with her glowing golden sword pointed at her would be opponent.

 

[IFS]

Tom

Tom emerged from having generated his armor only to find that things had gotten even worse, a number of other heroes had shown up sure but the villain had also attempted to throw a ferris wheel at people, and worse still Tim had made an appearance. He's my responsibility, other heroes shouldn't have to waste time on him.

"I'll warn you only once, stand a side and no harm will come to you, persist in challenging me and I WILL hurt you."

"Leave him to me," he said "You go after Psyclone."

Tim's armor was more spiky and he'd even generated a large spear looking thing, whereas Tom's was currently blobby and without much of a shape. That needs to change. Armor plates appeared on the surface of his shell and soon he stood in what resembled a large armored sphere with arms and legs.

"Come quietly villain," he said "There is no need for violence."

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Tess

Tess was not happy about being ignored, other heroes were stealing a spotlight that was rightfully hers, even that random bystander from before held more of the psycho's attention than she did. Of additional concern was how the villain had thrown a ferris wheel around, sure another hero (she assumed the strange german man was such) had halted it, but such a thing was far outside her power to stop.

"Hey Psyclone!" she yelled "Listen to me, let the reporter go and face me you coward!"

Hopefully he wouldn't back down from a challenge like that.

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Gorge

This was heating up fast, and Gorge didn't want to move with the situation so chaotic, someone would get hurt if he did likely the hostage. The other heroes are stirring things up enough, I need to sit back and wait for an opportunity. Besides the teleporting antihero and the Crick both seemed undecided on how to act as well, though the Crick had moved towards the ferris wheel it had quickly been stopped by another individual.

I just need to wait until I have a good shot on that psychopath. He could spit his chunks of concrete relatively far, so all he needed to do now was wait for a good opening.

 

[DarkRawen]

Tim Merridy

"Well, bet you never need to look far for a can opener do you, even if it does come off as a bit like 'over compensation' "

"Ah, sorry to disappoint you then, unicorn-lady, but everything is big with me!" he grinned, and, as she magicked forth a shield, he did the same, even if it was unneeded. Of course, it was more like a second weapon, seeing as it was mostly spikes on a round surface.

So I'm fighting against the shiny warrior of light? Sounds like the perfect first hero to take down!

Tim was eager to get started, and when the hero spoke again, he just laughed.

"I'll warn you only once, stand a side and no harm will come to you, persist in challenging me and I WILL hurt you."

"Haha, I'd like to see you try! Silly paragon of Justice, don't you know that chaos and evil is the more interesting side?!" Tim was about to step forward, still laughing as he did, when Tom entered the brawl.

Well, I suppose I did challenge all of them! I wonder if they'll go with the whole; one on one duel thing that heroes like to do! That'd certainly be interesting on it's own.

"Come quietly villain. There is no need for violence."

Tim couldn't reply instantly, though, he was too busy getting over Tom's... shape.

"HAHAHA! NO WAY!" Tim said, Tom would just have to deal with the fact that he was going to fight someone else first. Also, the guy looked ridiculous! "What the heck happened to your form, though?! It's--- it's so ridiculous! Seriously dude, are you some sort of ball?! I'd say that you have balls, but that might sound like a compliment!" His tone was cocky and mocking, perhaps because of the fact that it was so worth mocking!

T-tom, what the hell, hahaha...

"That's no moon, it's Sir Awesome! HAH!" He then gestured for both Tom and the female hero to come at him.

I'm fighting against a ball and a unicorn, that's... epic.

One day, that would be the stuff of legends, and the movie would certainly be awesome!

"Come on, I can take both of you, though I couldn't challenge your combined silliness if I tried for a hundred years!"

 

[Lunar Templar]

Karen

'Psyclone'? 'Sir Awesome'? Names sure have gone down hill since she was away ... not to mention the walking black pincushion was making her eye twitch already, only one other villain did that, and she hated him for how annoying he was more then how dangerous he was.

"Leave him to me, You go after Psyclone."

"No, I think I'll stick around here, The rookie and the other two have the blow hard covered, besides, rule one of a hostage situation is 'your very presence can escalate the situation' Karen said after taking a quick survey of the situation "and since my plan of quietly keeping an eye on the situation was blown a part by Cracker Jack the Second here, might as well just deal with him first. Karen added, then said something that one would not expect to hear from any hero that 'only been active for a week' "Besides, I've lost to many friends to that stupid 'one on one duel' bullshit, I might not know you, but I'm not going to leave only to hear later you got badly hurt or killed by this clown." Karen floating down a little and assuming a 'ready stance' once she was a little closer to the ground, her wings out stretched, and still as they had been since the 'dork knight' stopped her.

 

[IFS]

Tom

"Come on, I can take both of you, though I couldn't challenge your combined silliness if I tried for a hundred years!"

"Besides, I've lost to many friends to that stupid 'one on one duel' bullshit, I might not know you, but I'm not going to leave only to hear later you got badly hurt or killed by this clown."

What? Didn't she know it was a basic rule, no a common courtesy to allow rivals to duel? Maybe she doesn't know we're rivals yet, I mean this is sort of our first battle but we've got to start somewhere. Of course Tom was sorry to hear about how she'd lost friends, but he knew Tim was hardly about to kill him, besides with his goo suit he was nearly invincible! (Setting aside that boulder that had given him some trouble not too long ago of course). Then of course there was Tim's taunting to deal with, and that would not be tolerated.

"He is my responsibility," he said to the heroine "I assure you I will not be harmed."

With that it was time to answer Tim's taunts in the best way possible, through ACTION! Tom charged forward then flung himself with the large powerful limbs, retracting them inside the armored shell as he flew like a giant cannonball at the laughing Tim, hopefully flattening him. The limbs of course remained somewhat substantiated even inside the shell, ready to extend out to try and catch Tim should he try to dodge and try to tackle him to the ground.