The Super Hero RP Deluxe! (Closed, Started)

[IFS]

Tom

"One does simply not 'quit' villainy. That's ridiculous. You don't just quit your role in the middle of filming. However... I want to lie down now, so if you could call a cab or something and lose the extra weight, that'd be great."

Tom let his armor evaporate steadily, soon standing unarmored before Tim. How do I handle this, I do need to get him to the hospital, but I can't just let him keep being a villain and I definitely can't give up being a hero. If he stays a villain then someone is going to get hurt.

"This isn't a movie, and even if it was villains reform all the time," he said "At least think about it while you wait here, I'll get my car and drive you to the hospital, you should probably get your injuries looked at."

With that he darted off to get his car, soon bringing it back around and helping Tim into the backseat. It wasn't normally too long of a drive to the hospital, but with the chaos caused by Psyclone's appearance the roads would likely be a bit harder to traverse. I hope the other heroes are handling Psyclone well enough, I want to get involved but I have to deal with my brother first.

 

[hiei82]

Dr. Loveless​

Hearing the two discuss their knowledge, Theodore nodded and touched Sirius. "Okay, I'm going to copy your first aid knowledge. Don't worry; if there's anything you don't want me to know I can't learn it out." Almost immediately, Theodore's power took hold as he scanned the man's mind for everything he knew about medicine and first aid that he'd allow Theodore to copy. A moment later he turned to Coil, intending to do the same but saw she was covered in armor.

"Um... Not sure if I can copy from you Coil; you might need to remove a glove or something." Theodore said, scratching his head. He mostly just wanted to borrow their knowledge bases so they could better focus on stopping Psyclone before things got more out of hand without having to worry about some stupid journalist who got in over his head.

 

[Lunar Templar]

Rias

Rias pondered the ghosts offer to get her on stage for least a little bit, partly due to her wondering what kind of friends a ghost would have that could help her. "Define, 'not my kind of music', cause I get the feeling your only going off what was played in the interview ..." she asked, curious about what his perception of her musical interests where.

Karen

Karen glided a long the street toward the stage, stopping to give some one a hand that had gotten stuck, before continuing toward the stage, and seeing that reporter that seemed to be a big deal, and 'Coil', or 'glory hound' as she mentally refereed to her. "How are they? Ether of them hurt badly?" Karen asked as she approached slowing down enough to not just blow by them, and stopping to hover at least long enough to find out of the two of them where OK or not.

 

[DarkRawen]

Frederick Rolls

"Define, 'not my kind of music', cause I get the feeling your only going off what was played in the interview ..."

Well, she's correct.

He supposed he was passing judgement a bit too quickly.

"I admit it; I'm guilty," Frederick replied, and put his hands into the air as if he was surrendering. His tone was sarcastic and playful, like the Specter's voice tended to be, though he continued in a more respectful way.

"A lot of people tend to limit themselves, somewhat, have a field of expertise. I suppose, I assumed your taste was more modern music, rock and such. This is a classical music concert, after all, so I figured it might not be your thing. Pianos, violins, opera... that sort of music. If you're not opposed to it, then great. Just give me your number, and I'll pass it on."

He motioned for her to hurry up, mostly because he wanted to take a glance at the scene to ensure that people were doing fine.

Theodore can't still be a hostage, right?

Hopefully not.

"Anyways, I'd like to know now, since I need to go back and look after the ones involved in this supernatural mess." He chuckled. "It's a bit of a situation, after all."


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Tim Merridy

"This isn't a movie, and even if it was villains reform all the time. At least think about it while you wait here, I'll get my car and drive you to the hospital, you should probably get your injuries looked at."

You're wrong.

Tim winced, though it was from pain, not what Tom was saying. To that, he just smirked, and sank down as the other went to get his car. He almost dozed off, before Tom got back, helping him into the car. As soon as the other had started driving, Tim addressed what Tom had said earlier.

"I don't want to go to the hospital," he said. "I want to go to your place. And I don't care if villains reform, their roles are different from mine." The other didn't get it. "And of course life is not a movie. But where are movies taken from? Real life. Reality is the inspiration for movies, and there's a reason for why there are roles. Some people are good, and some are bad, that's how it is."

It hurt to speak, so he stopped for a while, just looked out the window. It was quite the chaos out on the road, though, due to magical signs in the skies or something, traffic was slowly getting better.

"That's odd," he muttered, mostly to himself. "I think there's a glowing girl and a ghost flying over there."

I wouldn't be surprised if it was true, but... what?

"Actually, upon second thought, I think I might want to get my head checked."

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Sirius Hamilton

"Of course,"

Coil replied, and started doing so. Sirius, who was still lying down, just closed his eyes, not caring about anything or anyone right now. He would care, but later, he wasn't important now either way. At least, that's what he had intended to do, but then Loveless spoke again.

"Okay, I'm going to copy your first aid knowledge. Don't worry; if there's anything you don't want me to know I can't learn it out."

"Okay," Sirius replied, automatically. He didn't know and waited. He didn't expect to feel anything, but he could, there was a sense of that someone was... well, sort of looking for something in his mind. Like a connection of the kind he could make, only different. One sided. It was weird, but he didn't feel like it was too intrusive, not until the other reached a particular topic, that of arteries. Sirius couldn't explain what happened next. Somehow, for some reason, that was enough. The topic was unpleasant, and he shut the other out, refusing the information in his mind. It wasn't simply denying the other the information, however, it was severing whatever connection the other did have to him now, removing his presence completely.

Opening his eyes, he examined Loveless, with cold eyes that held some sort of blame, though Sirius was unaware of that. He simply felt that he had to ensure that it was okay with the journalist. The other wouldn't be insulted, right?

He said he couldn't learn anything I didn't want him to learn.

"I don't know what that was," Sirius said, calmly, speaking the truth. He felt like he owed the other some sort of statement. "But I don't think that information is important either way." With a sigh, he forced himself back up, rather carefully. He didn't feel like trying to relax anymore. Impatience, though it was empty, simply the whim of someone whose actions were mainly that. Whims.

"How long do we have to wait for the ambulances?" he asked Coil. "Do you think they'll get here soon? I don't want to wait anymore."

 

[IFS]

Tess

"Um... Not sure if I can copy from you Coil; you might need to remove a glove or something."

"How are they? Ether of them hurt badly?"

"Loveless is looking pretty beat up," she responded to the winged heroine, her attention remained focused on Loveless though as she removed a glove though she hesitated for a moment before offering the hand to him "you can copy the first aid knowledge, but don't you dare go digging around in my head or anything like that."

Wish I knew the specifics of how his powers work, if he can learn other things from me then this could go very badly. I'm sure Mina could 'take care of' such a situation, but lets hope it doesn't come to that. Not like I can refuse though, what sort of hero doesn't offer first aid to people in need? That would just be fishy as hell.

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Tom

"Actually, upon second thought, I think I might want to get my head checked."

Tom nodded, part of him wanted to argue with Tim more about good and evil and so on, but he knew now wasn't the time. It would be taking advantage of his brothers pain to try and debate with him now, though he knew that eventually he'd have to deliver a rather painful ultimatum. I can't exactly let him keep staying at my place if he's a villain can I? I mean it would help me keep an eye on him, but... no he needs to change. I can't just keep helping him out knowing what he's doing, that's like assisting a crime or something!

These thoughts in mind he focused on continuing to drive to the hospital, hoping that traffic wouldn't get any worse than it already was. Man if only I could just goo up and run there, but I don't want to draw more attention than necessary now.

 

[Lunar Templar]

Rias

"Yeah, that's not my thing. I mean I could probably sing Opera, but those singers do different things with their voices then, 'modern music', and I'm not going to ruin some one else's night as a patron, or show by hopping on stage and attempt to do something I've not practiced. I consider it an insult to those that practice the craft to assume I can do it as well as they with no instruction." Rias said as she watched the traffic start to thin a bit, the Van with her band and 'bosses'/friends pulled up and waited for her to 'be done'. "Thanks for the offer though"



Karen

Karen looked the both over as Coil spoke, Loveless did look pretty banged up, but the other seemed to be bleeding. "And this one is bleeding." Karen said, annoyed but unsurprised as she landed and walked up to the young man. A smirk crossed he face and she could not stop her self " The power of me compels you, BE HEALED!" she said in her best 'evangelist' as she placed her hands on his shoulders and let her healing magic flow into him, though giggling a little at her own stupid humor.

 

[DarkRawen]

Frederick Rolls


"Yeah, that's not my thing. I mean I could probably sing Opera, but those singers do different things with their voices then, 'modern music', and I'm not going to ruin some one else's night as a patron, or show by hopping on stage and attempt to do something I've not practiced. I consider it an insult to those that practice the craft to assume I can do it as well as they with no instruction. Thanks for the offer though."

I suppose that's a reasonable conclusion.

Musicians were fickle, that much Frederick knew, so she had a point.

"Well, it's the least I could offer, though I do think you might be correct. I think your band-mates are waiting for you, though," he said, gesturing towards them in a dramatic manner. "Shouldn't let them wait." With that, he disappeared, intending to check on the situation at the city centre.

And what a situation that was. Hostages seemed to have gotten away, Theodore and the red-haired youth were both in sort of a bad shape, but the one bleeding from his nether regions was the villain, fighting the Crick at the moment from the looks of it. While Frederick was not at all sure of what he could do, something painfully easy -and silly- struck him, and, still invisible, he went behind Psyclone and made himself ready to grab the madman's foot. Making his hands solid again for the slightest moment, he used them to trip Psyclone, hoping the villain would fall on his face if nothing else.

Hopefully it'll have some sort of effect, the very least.

He thought as he did it, then flew away, revealing himself from a few feet's distance.


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Tim Merridy

After nodding off, Tim was taken to the hospital, where they patched him up. While they insisted that he should stay for the night to ensure that he didn't have any brain injuries or the likes, Tim had refused outright, and guilt-tripped Tom into driving him home. Or so he thought the intention was. Bandages everywhere and having a hard time moving, he was looking like quite the unimpressive mummy. At least it didn't hurt as much as before, though that was likely due to the dubious amounts of pain-killers he had received.

During the whole ordeal, Tom had been mostly quiet, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't. With a sigh, Tim spoke, he could go on not addressing it, but in the end, it was fairly obvious what it was that bothered Tom. Perhaps because it sort of bothered Tim too.

"So... What now?" he asked, letting the question hang in the air for a couple of minutes, and then continuing. "I assume you're not done telling me off for being evil?" Snickering, he looked at the other to see if he was reacting the way he thought he would be.

"What if I tell you off for being good, huh? Perhaps we're meant to be evil together. Haven't considered that, have you, Tom?" The other would refuse to even think of it, of course he would.

That's just our roles, I suppose.

Though, his role was looking more and more like a second-rate villain, due to his lack of success against the heroes.

"So? What's your answer, brother?"

 

[hiei82]

Theodore​

Reaching out, Theodore took hold of Coil and absorbed her knowledge of medicine and first aid (and nothing else). Not that Coil or Sirius could prove that of course. Once that was done, be started to patch up the bleeding wounds on his legs.

While he was working on that, Theodore said "So... any ideas on how to stop this psychopathic, ego-maniacal whirl-a-gig impersonator?" he asked to the group, genuinely concerned for hopefully obvious reasons.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

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

"Vere ist he?" Vinzenz queried aloud, not seeing his acquaintance anywhere. He worked his way through the crowd which did not prove difficult thanks to his appearance. With the loudly humming machine strapped to his back and large goggles, few people felt comfortable standing close by. Hushed suppositions on either side as bystanders surmised the doctor's standing on the spectrum of good and evil. He payed them no mind, as he was preoccupied with locating the Red Mist. Perhaps he had gone off, continuing his own mission alone. It was entirely possible, and with each second it seemed increasingly lightly. Vinzenz didn't blame the man, as far as he could tell they were even. Alex helped him with his laboratory, and in return Vinzenz built the recording device that would no doubt be put to good use by the teleporting hero.

The doctor gazed around the immediate area and stared curiously at the apparently super-powered individuals that littered fairgrounds. To his right, a man in some sort of exo-suit was holding a dish of some sort and undoubtedly engaged in a fight with the most oddly-dressed individual Vinzenz had laid eyes on. Even more astonishing was the spectral figure that apparated from thin air. To his left, a woman in a white flashy outfit and another with a single horn protruding from her forehead. Both appeared to be tending to the wounds of those injured on the stage. They definitely weren't the sort of people that Vinzenz was used to seeing.

 

[DarkRawen]

Sirius Hamilton

The group there was soon approached by a lady in a strange armor, who put her hands on his shoulders and spoke, sounding rather

"The power of me compels you, BE HEALED!"

Sirius noticed that his wound didn't get healed the same way his powers worked, rather, the bleeding almost completely stopped, and it allowed him to remove his bloodied hand from his side. Running it through his hair, he pushed his fringe away, while he kept himself sitting with the other hand, leaning on it.

"Thanks," he told the horned hero, and opened his mouth to say something else, though the voice of the journalist stopped him.

"So... any ideas on how to stop this psychopathic, ego-maniacal whirl-a-gig impersonator?"

"Listening might have helped," Sirius replied, without thinking. It wasn't a particularly annoyed reply, but he was still feeling impatient, and he had already stated that he didn't want to help out. Besides, he was tired, and he had to admit that he didn't approve of someone antagonizing someone else on purpose.

We're hurt because fighting happened, after all. Well, I'm hurt because I stepped into the fighting and was already injured, so perhaps that's not completely true. Still, if it could have been avoided.

"Perhaps he just had something to say, and perhaps you could have been more polite." He then shook his head, having noticed that the villain fell to his face.

"It's okay, though, he looks like he's getting stopped right now. But next time, perhaps you should be a little nicer?"

 

[TheNaut131]

Gerald

Psyclone figured he'd tear up The Crick and leave the fair, probably lose the heroes in the air.

This whole situation had spilled out of control, but he'd gotten plenty of attention. Good enough for his "employers" hopefully. He didn't really care. At least he sorta got some shit off his chest. Besides, he still had a few things planned and even someone as sporadic as Gerald Buford ran out of energy.

He still needed to pick up his "big surprise" anyway.

But first it was time to tear this hero a new one-

Psyclone felt himself stagger as he through the debris at The Crick.

Terry

The Crick watched Psyclone stagger as the debris exploded in an arc towards him. He lunged forward, dodging through the debris in an impressive acrobatic display.

Terry had had just about enough of this villain. He equipped his stun batons coming out of a roll and smacked Psyclone across the face as he landed.The villain looked up in he fell to his knees still obviously exhausted. The Crick quickly delivered a few short blows before jabbing Psyclone with the baton.

Psycone twitched sightly on the ground before finally coming to a stop.

Psyclone was down for the count. The Crick quickly handcuffed him.

"I don't even have time to worry about how we're gonna hold you" The Crick said, tired from the day's excitement.

The Crick heard a slight "whoosh" and noticed the specter appearing a few feet away from Psyclone.

"Thanks for the assist. Kinda wish you had shown up sooner, we've...had an interesting day."

 

[IFS]

Tess

"So... any ideas on how to stop this psychopathic, ego-maniacal whirl-a-gig impersonator?"

"The Crick seems to have him well in hand," she said, glancing back as their fight came to a conclusion. And that's why you don't issue challenges as a villain, she thought smugly as the Crick cuffed him.

"If you think you'll be alright I think I'll go make sure he doesn't need assistance," she continued "would hate for him to break free after all the destruction he's already caused."

Really just tasteless, and purposeless. What did he think he'd gain from all this?

With that she darted off over to the Crick, where it seemed he was speaking with the Specter over the incapacitated Psyclone. Hm, he's here too? Man this idiot drew damn near every hero in the city to him.

"Good job," she said, waving as she approached "is he unconscious?"

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Tom

"So? What's your answer, brother?"

"I'm not a villain, and I'll never be one," Tom said "you can stay here while you're healing, but I catch any sign of you getting up to villainy and you'll have to find somewhere else to stay."

It hurt to give the ultimatum, but Tom knew he had to. He had to try to do something to get Tim to stop before he really hurt someone, no doubt he'd already stolen and broken plenty of things, which was hurting someone in another way. I know he's my brother, but that doesn't mean I can go easy on him.

"Why do you even want to be a villain?" he asked "What do you get out of hurting people?"

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Gorge

Gorge watched as the fight concluded, nodding to himself, satisfied with the conclusion. The villain had done far too much damage certainly but there hadn't been much he could have done to assist with that. All that was left now was to drop George off somewhere safe, preferably far away from the ruins of the carnival.

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George

"Huh, what?" George said, rubbing his head as he came too, a couple blocks away from the festival which looked to have seen some serious trouble.

"Shit, what happened?" he asked himself. Did a fight break out or something?

Shaking his head and groaning, in part from how heavy his stomach felt all of a sudden, he started walking away from the festival. I must have filled up on that awful fair food or something, ugh what happened after that? Well anyways I should probably go, doesn't look like the festival is going to have much happening right now. With that thought in mind he started walking back home, feeling somewhat sad that he'd missed the festival, and somewhat worried that he'd missed whatever it was that had disrupted the fair.

 

[DarkRawen]

Frederick Rolls

"Thanks for the assist. Kinda wish you had shown up sooner, we've...had an interesting day."

"Actually," Frederick started with a rather amused tone. "I've been here for quite a while. I've just been busy ensuring that no one gets hurt. You know, removing swords, doing something about the traffic, that kinda thing. But no worries, I don't need a thank you." He flew a bit closer, flying right above the gaudy villain.

"So, the suspect actually is going into custody this time?" he mused.

That's certainly not that common.

Not with super-powered people.

"Good job, is he unconscious?"

"Either that or dead," the Specter replied, and chuckled. "I'd be very surprised if it was the latter, though, I think I'd know."

Or would I?

He hadn't seen any ghosts before, and had no idea if they existed. On the other hand, he hadn't actually seen a dead person since the coma, or anyone he could identify as dead either way. Even if they were around, he had a feeling that the more people knew about him, the less surprised they would be if they actually happened upon a ghost. Noticing that a man with rather bright green eyes was standing a little afar, looking rather baffled, he grinned underneath the mask. At least he could have some effect on someone still.

Besides, he shouldn't be here.

"Excuse me for a moment," he muttered with a rather mischievous tone, and disappeared. Seconds later, he tapped the stranger's shoulder, appearing again, behind him.

"Boo." He awaited a reaction, before continuing, this time scolding the youngster. "Didn't I tell people to evacuate? I'd be careful if I were you, if he wakes up you're in a pretty bad spot."

Then again, he wasn't the only one around by now, and Frederick gestured towards the other bystanders. "You too, just wait for the police to get here before you start running around."

They're not going to listen, are they?


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Tim Merridy

"I'm not a villain, and I'll never be one. You can stay here while you're healing, but I catch any sign of you getting up to villainy and you'll have to find somewhere else to stay."

Tim shrugged. Well, he shrugged as much as he could shrug, which wasn't an awful lot injuries considered. Tom was being boring, but he supposed that was part of having a good twin.

"As you wish, it's not like I can move around now either way." He took a moment, then smirked. "Well, I could always get creative, but..." he trailed off, mostly for added effect. "I'll behave. Probably."

Unless I find a way to get rid of these injuries, of course.

"So don't you worry, Mr. Too-Nice-For-His-Own-Good."

"Why do you even want to be a villain? What do you get out of hurting people?"

"Why do you even want to be a hero?" Tim said, mimicking Tom's first question. "You just kind of want to do it, right? It's "the right thing to do", sure, but in the end it's for your own sake. You want to do it because it makes you feel good, like you're spending your time correctly, and it is exciting. I'm the same." He leaned back further.

"Sure, it's not nice, and I don't get the karmic bonuses, but it's worthwhile. It's the role I've been dealt, and I quite like it, regardless of how it might affect other people. Unlike you, I can do whatever I want to do, and I can become well-known a lot easier. Besides, I can get stuff out of it, like money!"

With an excited tone, he continued, becoming more eager as he spoke. As he did, he gestured with the arm not covered by bandages, raising it like a proper bad guy should.

"I don't need to sit and wait for some bad guy to come around that I can deal with, I am the bad guy, and I deal with whomever I want to deal with, be it some hero or someone who simply happened to be unlucky. It doesn't matter! Your role is passive and dull, mine is thrilling and engaging! I'm not bound by any law, because I have the freedom and power I want to have! Besides, people might say they prefer the hero, but everyone loves a good villain!"

He stopped talking, his chest had started aching when he got more eager and louder. Still, Tim was certain he had made his point, even Tom had to understand the benefits of being a villain.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

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

"Boo."

Vinzenz was brought out of his stupor with a start, spinning in place to face the source of the voice that seemed to appear from nowhere. Briefly he tensed up with his hands on the lever of his device, but eased himself once he saw that it was nothing to be worried about. The doctor was bemused as to what he possibly could have done with the device at that very moment, unless the man before him happened to be made of metal which was highly improbable.

"Didn't I tell people to evacuate? I'd be careful if I were you, if he wakes up you're in a pretty bad spot."

"Bah," the doctor scoffed, waving a hand in dismissal. "Sere is nossing to vorry about. I am looking for see von sey call 'See Red Mist'. Vould you happen to know as to his vereabouts? Never mind sat, I am certain he knows vere to find me. Who are you to ask sese qvestions? Vat makes you so concerned vat it is I am doing here? On who's ausority is it mandated I vacate see premises?!"

 

[IFS]

Tess

"Excuse me for a moment,"

Well at least he didn't recognize me, I guess I can cross magical ghost senses off of his list of potential powers. That just left her, Crick, and the unconscious Psyclone. I guess I need to stick around until they haul Psyclone here away, would be bad if he woke up and I wasn't around to stop him. Might as well chat up the Crick then, see what he's been up to. If I associate with him it'll reflect badly on him when my inevitable betrayal comes.

"Good work taking him down," she said to him "Hopefully he stays locked away for a long time."

She inserted a pause, trying to appear hesitant for a moment. Heroes love to be able to help women out after all, regardless of the problem.

"Say, you've been heroing here a lot longer than me," she said, god heroing? That's not even a word. "Think you'd have any advice for a newbie? I've been trying my best but I can't help but feel that there is more I could be doing."

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Tom

"I don't need to sit and wait for some bad guy to come around that I can deal with, I am the bad guy, and I deal with whomever I want to deal with, be it some hero or someone who simply happened to be unlucky. It doesn't matter! Your role is passive and dull, mine is thrilling and engaging! I'm not bound by any law, because I have the freedom and power I want to have! Besides, people might say they prefer the hero, but everyone loves a good villain!"

"If they love a villain why do they cheer when he's beaten?" Tom asked "Yes heroing makes me feel good, but that's not why I do it, I'd do it even if it didn't, because I'm making the world a better place."

He sighed, there was likely no getting through to Tim, and he couldn't kick him out until his injuries were healed but even so he had to try. He could be so awesome if he'd just turn good! Why won't he?

"I can't understand why you'd ever want to hurt other people," he said "how could any reward be worth it if you had to do that? Sure I hurt people too, but only villains and only to stop them from hurting more people, who knows what happens to the people you hurt because of your actions. Do you?"

He did actually understand how hurting someone could be fun, it was hard to resist cracking a grin when he slugged a villain in the face, but that was different. Right? Yeah it had to be, it wasn't that he was hurting someone, it was that he was being a hero!

He sighed "I won't make you leave until you're better, but I just want you to think about it," he said "You could be an awesome hero! So please, just mull it over."

 

[DarkRawen]

Frederick Rolls

"Bah, Sere is nossing to vorry about. I am looking for see von sey call 'See Red Mist'. Vould you happen to know as to his vereabouts? Never mind sat, I am certain he knows vere to find me. Who are you to ask sese qvestions? Vat makes you so concerned vat it is I am doing here? On who's ausority is it mandated I vacate see premises?!"

"Right. Are you a tourist, perhaps?" Frederick asked. The accent was thick and easy to recognize, him having grown up with parents sounding rather similar. However, even with his experiences, it still was somewhat difficult to understand the other, and he had to push the temptation to address the other in German away.

I should probably avoid to be known as the German Phantom of the Opera, all things considered.

If nothing else, it was a ridiculous name.

Then again, so is the Phantom of the Opera in the first place.

And there would be a lot of explaining, ensuring that the other understood was better than having to keep explaining it. Finally, he started speaking in a rather decent German.

"To start off, I cannot make you leave, as I don't have the authority to do so. However, I strongly urge you to rethink it, as there is a superpowered individual with ill intent, whom we might not be done dealing with. Should something happen, the less people the better. That's why I am "asking these questions". As for Red Mist, I haven't seen him since he almost murdered a member of the mafia and a judge or something like that stopped him."

Clearing his voice, Frederick did his best to pretend that he didn't really know that much about what had happened.

"Now, can you please wait for the police to be done, or do you have some urgent business that cannot wait?"
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Tim Merridy

"If they love a villain why do they cheer when he's beaten? Yes heroing makes me feel good, but that's not why I do it, I'd do it even if it didn't, because I'm making the world a better place."

"Hahaha, you're making the world a better place?" Tim asked, mockingly. He then grinned. "If that's what you believe, then go for it, I know that you'd not want to be a villain. You're too naive for it, but in a good way, the kind of guy people can trust. Me? I'm bad news, you should have figured that out by now."

"I can't understand why you'd ever want to hurt other people. How could any reward be worth it if you had to do that? Sure I hurt people too, but only villains and only to stop them from hurting more people, who knows what happens to the people you hurt because of your actions. Do you?"

He tilted his head. "well, don't knock it until you try it then," he smirked. "To be fair, I don't really hurt them. Or, like, aim to do so, I just want to create chaos!" Tim replied, then added; "But no, I don't know what happens to those people. They're fine, though, insurance tends to cover these kinds of things. Besides, I'm not supposed to care, haven't you been paying attention?"

"I won't make you leave until you're better, but I just want you to think about it. You could be an awesome hero! So please, just mull it over."

Tim sighed, then looked at Tom. For a moment, he thought that it might be worth considering. It was Tom asking, after all, and he had become fond of his brother during this short time they had known each other. However... it didn't work that way, it couldn't! He forced himself to grin, widely, and spoke with an excited voice.

"Does it really mean anything to you? I mean, yeah, we're brothers, but we're like... we could be each other's arch-nemesis! It's a classic set up, why not embrace it?!" Tim started, though his grin faded, and a more serious, almost sad look appeared on his face. There certainly was an amount of guilt in there. He knew he was disappointing Tom like this, after all. With a dejected tone, he spoke again.

"Sorry, bro, it's just not in the script."

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All

The police cars and ambulances started filling the town centre, rushing out to help those in need of it. While half a dozen rather over-prepared cops surrounded Psyclone and the heroes around, ambulance workers went up to Loveless and the others.

"Who needs help here?" one of them asked, clearly surprised by the sight of a winged hero, but wisely choosing not to comment on it. Upon noticing Loveless, he called more people over, and the journalist was quickly surrounded by people examining his leg and asking him all sorts of questions, some directed at Karen and Sirius, the latter of which was tended to as he explained why he was hurt.

In the meanwhile, the police was thanking the Crick for having dealt with the threat. "Good job Crick, let's get this bastard into custody." They moved forwards to get the villain, expecting no resistance. If someone -for some insane reason- wanted to grab Psyclone, this would be the time to do so.

 

[Lunar Templar]

Karen hated this part of the job, a lot. She answered the questions directed at her, but was, as per usual, quick to leave the first chance she got. She never liked having to answer questions, especially when she felt they where stupid questions, like most the ones asked by reporters, so for now, she just headed home.

Rias on the other hand, waited till the police came to relieve her, she to had to answer a few questions but after that she dispelled her constructs and let the police take control of the situation. Rias and her group headed back to the bar for a little while, the rest of the band, as well as Claire and William discussed what they'd do next, Rias didn't say much, Now that she wasn't directing traffic a little bit of depression set in and she just sat there drinking Whiskey on the rocks.

 

[TheNaut131]

Terry

The Crick watched The Specter drift towards the man in the lab coat with the strange pack. Today had been a pretty odd day. Mist reconsidering a few things, Psyclone showing up, all these different heroes. They'd all done pretty well. He wondered who he should talk to first about their organization.

"Good work taking him down,"

He looked over and watched Coil walk over. He'd never really had the chance to meet with the hero face to face. The past few weeks she'd been doing hero work all over time Neutropolis. A lot of work. She genuinely seemed like someone who really wanted to help. Terry liked that. Vaguely reminded him of his first weeks being a hero.

"Hopefully he stays locked away for a long time."

"Yeah...lets hope the jails can hold him. But eh, he doesn't seem to bright." The Crick chuckled slightly and stopped. Coil seemed nervous.

"Say, you've been heroing here a lot longer than me...Think you'd have any advice for a newbie? I've been trying my best but I can't help but feel that there is more I could be doing."

"Well, there are a lot of things I can tell you. Keep your suit clean, at least bring a second pair of underwear, never eat spicy curry before going on patrol...but the only thing I can tell you that matters is remember: You live for the people. Not for the fame or reward...it's nice when it happens, but don't expect it. And remember, criminals are people. Villains are people. Heck even Psyclone is a person...just a person with mistakes I bet. Try to go easy on them if you can...but sadly, they might not go easy on you."

The Crick wasn't much for advice or mentoring, but he felt that was right.

"Besides, you're doing all you can. And your'e doing a fine job...which reminds,"

He handed her one of the communicators, just as a group of officers moved towards them and the unconscious Psyclone.

"I'm assembling a group. Give me a call sometime."

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Gerald

Ears hurting.

Chest Burning.

Groin Aching.

Head spinning, spinning, spinning spinning, spinning, spinning....

"Al...Alari...hey Al...faceless Al, blank man Al, Al, walking French accent Al..." Psyclone muttered from behind his mask as the shadowy blobs of police officers began hauling him away.

"Help..."

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

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

"Now, can you please wait for the police to be done, or do you have some urgent business that cannot wait?"

The doctor was taken aback by the man's German. He didn't expect to meet a fluent speaker, though it certainly wasn't outlandish of an idea. Vinzenz grew a tad nervous at the mention of police. The last thing he needed was for the authorities to take notice of him, and in turn, his work.

"No," said the scientist before turning away. "I have no more business here." He looked off into the direction he came from, seeing if he could leave without any issues. I should be thankful I have not drawn any more attention than I already have.

 

[hiei82]

Aldric​

"Al...Alari...hey Al...faceless Al, blank man Al, Al, walking French accent Al..."

Aldric stood on the sidelines, watching the villain being taken away. "Non non, you shouldn't speak so much Monsieur Psyclone." Aldric thought, shaking his head. Clearly the villain wasn't the investment his employer hoped he'd be. Aldric considered removing the man in the near future but dismissed the idea. However weak, he still had some value for his flashy display. Psyclone would be freed soon enough; whether by his own power of Mina's. However, doing so with so many cameras and fools-in-spandex around wouldn't do at all. As important as they were to his employer's grand plans, being free to do things away from the camera was it's own advantage neither would overlook.

So, instead of attempting a daring rescue or assassination of the asset, Aldric made the call.

Mina​

Mina had watched the entire fight through the many media outlets (several of them hers). She was... disappointed. She'd been right about Psyclone being the exact sort of villain to provide a compelling narrative for her play, but she'd failed to take into account how much of a zealot he was. He didn't know when to cut his losses and retreat.

Not like she did.

That was when she received the call. "Aldric" she said, answering the phone. "Opinion?" he said, ever efficient with his words. Mina shook her head absently. "The asset is depleted. Leave no loose ends." she said, hanging up. From there, she went about buying up all the footage of the festival she didn't own to make sure the maximum amount of profit could be turned from the short-lived asset.

It was going to be a long day.

Theodore​

Nothing but questions. The medical team seemed intent on questioning him about his wounds, the police on what had happened (as if it hadn't been recorded). All in all, it took a while before he finally made it to the ambulance and, by extension, the hospital. Worse, there they insisted on all kinds of tests as though he didn't have a massive task ahead of him of putting together a show on all of it. Couldn't they just slap some band-aids on him and let him go?

The hospital insisted on keeping him over night but allowed him to at least use a laptop to get some research done until the sun set. It was because of this that he noticed - in real time - the same "phenomenon" as the first fight with Psyclone. Lots of footage was being bought up, edited slightly, and released for public consumption at almost no cost. His own digging had revealed little the last time and he doubted that would be any different this time.

It was time to call in backup. Activating his powers, he sent a quick message to The Crick via the same way they'd made contact before. All it said was "We need to talk. Soon. -T.L."