The Super Hero RP Deluxe! (Closed, Started)

[hiei82]

Aldric & Mina​

Aldric stood on a roof far enough from the conflict to not be in any immediate danger but close enough to keep an eye on the battle. Well... "stood" was the wrong word. He was sitting in a padded lawn chair with a metal wine chiller bucket and a bottle of fine red wine. It was French... because he wouldn't drink it otherwise. In one hand he held a flute of the red liquid and in the other he held his burner phone in case someone rang. When it rang.

From where he was, he could make out three figures making an assault on the blimp. One was the Crick, another was Coil, and he thought the last was The Unicorn but he couldn't be sure. He considered giving Coil a call to warn her about the end game but decided against it. Mina had been explicit in keeping her in the dark about the events of the evening so she'd be just as surprised by the events as a "real" hero. After all, she couldn't just know what was going to happen or it could blow her cover.

Speaking of Mina, his phone began to vibrate. He didn't recognize the number, but that was nothing new. The pair basically communicated through single use burner phones. Just one of many precautions to keep the heroes from getting too close to the truth. Pressing a button on his Bluetooth, he spoke up. "Bonjour Mademoiselle" he said.

For her part, Mina was still in the office reading the news reports as they became available. As usual, new shell companies were buying up a large amounts of footage from all sources for future editing. She had to control the media side of things for her plan to work. For the moment, her plan still needed time to grow. At the same time, she was moving money from both personal and corporate accounts - all of it legitimate - to a new account she'd just finished setting up. It was already over $10 Million large. It would come in handy in the morning.

From there, she closed her computer ad made her way out of the office and up. At the same time, she decided to call her favorite "corporate spy". "Hello Aldric. Update?" she said, always on topic. Aldric just shook his head in disappointment on the other end. These business types were all business; no fun at all. "Everything is Tres Bien. Three heroes are on the attack; Crick, Coil, and Unicorn I believe. I suspect the Specter will arrive shortly if his M.O. is at all predictable and I suspect Dr. Loveless is either here or will be soon. Oh, there he is on a roof. You'd know better which heroes are around what with all the cameras and twitter feeds. As for Monsieur Psyclone, he's... well he'd Monsieur Psyclone; over-the-top and highly destructive. No one seems to know anything yet." he said.

As an afterthought, Aldric added "Let me know when to initiate "Project: Pink Slip" so I can start drinking my wine in the proper way.". Mina smiled on her end and answered. "Of course. I'll have real time information shortly." she said as she hopped into her personal helicopter and directed the pilot toward the explosion site. She began suiting up in the back. It was time to put things in order. After all, law and order were very good for business.

Theodore​

Theodore laughed at the reply. "Sadly, that one's not one of mine. Wish you would break out in song though." he added, his tone obviously jovial. When Fredrick made to leave, Theodore nodded. "See you... soon." he said, being discreet. From there, he added "Be safe." before heading out the door. He was serious about the last part; not only for Fredrick but for his sister's sake.

Theodore didn't have too much trouble covering the distance to the site of the events. The advantage of the Press is they were basically walking GPS units for when traffic was bad. They knew all the back roads even the locals didn't know. While moving, he looked up as much info on the events as he could. Theodore didn't go all the way to the site however. He could make out the blimp in the air so he knew a higher vantage point would be better. As such, he went for a roof top not far from the action. Once there, he had a good idea of what was going on so he started recording and reporting.

"This is Theodore Loveless with a special report live on the scene. Explosions rocked the Jefferson Police Station approximately ten minutes ago. Shortly thereafter, a large dirigible descended from the clouds and began firing upon the ground. The station in question had been holding the recently captured super-villain "Psyclone". Sources are unsure of Psyclone is the individual responsible, though rumors suggest a third party was involved. Heroes The Crick, The Unicorn, and Coil are on the scene. Other heroes are en-route. Local emergency services have been delayed by debris and traffic. It is unknown how many injured are in the burning station though locals and uninjured police are fighting the fire and helping the injured as able. More news as it becomes available." Theodore said while scrolling through video of each activity as it became known.

Things weren't looking good.

 

[IFS]

Tess

"I'll see what I can do to 'herd' him into a more favorable position for you then"

"Good," she said, "can you pick me up from my location?"

And now I sound like some sort of special agent or something. Great. Well at least if this works I might be able to show this idiot up. There's no value in just going around and hurting people, just gets the police and heroes after you. Far more profitable to just rob.

She was worried how much of a stretch it would be to control the blimp though, if she took over an engine it wouldn't be so hard, but she doubted she could stretch her powers over the entire blimp. Would probably hurt to try, two engines at most would be what I can control and that'd be pushing it. Maybe a small section of the blimp if I have to fight that idiot. Still two should be more than enough to wrest control from him. Failing that maybe take over a flamethrower or two to take out his AA.

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George

"Speaking of which, I'm sure I'm keeping you from something, and I can get back home myself, so... how about I pay for this, and I'll see you later? My arm just started aching a bit, and there's a movie airing on one of the channels that I've wanted to watch, so, that's cool, right?"

"Uh, you don't have to," George said, "I can pay for my own food..."

Gorge

Just take it, we need to get going for all we know things are already far out of control.

George

He couldn't shake the feeling that he did have something he needed to be doing though he had no idea what it was. I can't let him pay for everything, that'd be rude. I mean he did offer but still... I don't want him to think I'm greedy or something. But it is free food... Maybe just this once.

"I might have something to get done, I just..." he muttered mostly to himself "Yeah ok, I can pay you back later or something, yeah, thanks Tim. I'll see you later."

Gorge

He'd no sooner stood up than the change happened, imperceptible to others except perhaps in a more purposeful walk as he left the restaurant and began making his way towards the explosion he'd heard earlier. He could already see some sort of dirigible in the distance. That is a problem, how am I going to get up to it? I can't even spit far enough to hit it, unless maybe if I get on top of a building...

 

[DarkRawen]

Frederick Rolls

Unlike the others, Frederick didn't spend time standing around, or even interacting with the others. As a matter of fact, he didn't reveal himself at all, only flew up towards the blimp. While he didn't completely know what was going on, he could piece some of it together, somehow Psyclone had escaped, and then gotten a weaponized Zeppelin.

He's definitely not working alone.

Had he been aware of that he would get out as he spoke to Frederick?

How did I not pick that up...

He cursed himself for his lack of attention, if he had kept an eye out, he would have been able to tell. For a hero, he was surprisingly useless sometimes, Frederick very well knew that he had been making a lot of mistakes as the Specter lately. As he noticed what Psyclone was doing, he realized that he didn't have much time to plan out some clever way to approach it, instead he grabbed the other, made his arms capable of interacting with the physical world again, and grabbed Psyclone, dragging him away from the cannons, and trying to hold him down.

"I'd lie still and give up if I were you," the Specter said. He knew very well that he wasn't strong enough to actually do much. "Because your life is pretty much over."

I'll see to that.

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Tim Merridy

"Yeah ok, I can pay you back later or something, yeah, thanks Tim. I'll see you later."

Tim smiled brightly. "No problem," he said, before paying for the meal, watching George leave as he did. He looked to Rias.

"Looks like he was quite busy, don't you think so?" he said, face still red. "Perhaps he was just sticking around to be polite..." he trailed off for a bit. He felt like a mess, his insides were burning, and he smirked to Rias.

I really do need to work out a plan.

"Well, I'll see you later, it was nice meeting you again, Rias. You should totally call, so that we can hang out one of these days. Dunno if I've mentioned this, but I'm living with Tom at the moment, so... you know... just message either of us." He wondered if Rias had noticed that he was a little off, but he didn't ask her, instead almost ran out the door -well, as much as he could run with the bandages- and went back to Tom's apartment. Once there, he laid down on the couch, covering his face with the pillow, trying to get some of the heat off his face.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

When had it happened? And why hadn't he noticed? What would be the next step, according the movies? Would it be... yeah, he thought it would be that. That was the only way the bad-guy could get the girl -guy in this case-, according to movie logic. Well, either that or compete with the hero, but he doubted Tom had the same kind of... well, interest in George. Else the guys would already be dating, or so he figured.

Well.

He thought to himself.

Looks like I'll have to kidnap George soon.

Like a proper villain.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

[HEADING=3]Daniel Luxe[/HEADING]

The demon was making his way through downtown when the commotion had started. He heard the shock wave which immediately directed his attention toward the huge airship above. His brow furrowed and the corners of his mouth turned down in supreme distaste as he took a good look at the bright yellow blimp, thinking, What mad sort of person could be the cause of that lurid monstrosity? Although he figured he'd known the kind of place Neutropolis was, given its reputation, but he didn't expect to see anything like the garish display he beheld at that moment.

Already, bystanders were running frantically, in any and every direction that didn't lead to the blimp. Daniel just looked on, curious to see exactly what the odd ship had in store. There already seemed to be some heroes attempting to bring it down, and he wondered if they could manage it without much collateral damage. That would certainly be an impressive feat, he thought, especially if they managed to avoid killing anybody with that thing. He didn't have much longer to dwell on that, it seemed, because there was another booming as cannons of some sort had unloaded into the skyscrapers, sending debris every which way. He narrowed his eyes at the shimmering side of the building above and saw that he was about to be torn to pulpy shreds from the several floors of shattered glass that fell. "Well," he muttered, taking note of his inconvenient placement, "sh-"

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

"-eisse! Stück scheisse bolzen!" Vinzenz shouted, in a fit of frustration. He was throwing all his weight into the wrench that was fixed upon an evidently uncooperative bolt. Sweat beaded on the man's brow as he alternated between pushing from one side and pulling from the other, doing all he could to remove it. It was a seemingly fruitless effort, but he was determined to prevail. He just couldn't figure out why it was so much more difficult to extract than it was to place. He was almost convinced it grew while it rested, but he knew it was an impossibility--there wasn't nearly enough heat to allow for that kind of expansion. Then it struck him. Heat. Of course, it would greatly uncomplicate the problem.

It took a few minutes of scrounging before he could locate his blowtorch, and he had done so with a triumphant, "Ha!" He put on his goggles and knelt beside the stuck bolt. "Sie vill not get see better of mich," he muttered with a mad grin as he readied the torch. Then he pressed the ignition button with a click! But nothing happened. He tried again. Click! Again, nothing had happened. Repeatedly, he continued to press the button, only growing increasingly more angry each time it failed to ignite. Finally, he yelled in frustration and threw the empty gas torch across the warehouse. It clanged against the corrugated iron, rebounding off the wall and rolling across the concrete. The doctor watched in indignation as, almost mockingly, it seemingly rolled for an eternity before coming to rest at the opposite end of the building. Clearly he would have to go off in search of another tank of gas for his torch, but as he observed through the bay-side opening, there was quite the disturbance going on within the city. It appeared he would have to wait before he could make his trip...

 

[TheNaut131]

Psyclone

"I'd lie still and give up if I were you, because your life is pretty much over." The Specter said, as Psyclone merely shook his head.

Psyclone laughed, the grip the hero had on him was nothing but inconvenient. He turned his head back slightly to look at the hero. The Phantom of the Opera, oh, he'd been looking forward to meeting this guy. Psyclone then remembered something that happened at the fair, the disappearance of the sword. Seems like I've already met him. He's not a fuckin' ghost, but he will be soon enough... Psyclone's train of thought stopped as he realized how much fun he was gonna have.

"Astral Projection, huh? But your body is in there? Boy, that's real fuckin' interestin'! You know, I was just talking to a guy about this sorta thing..."

Psyclone began forming a vortex around himself, intensifying it gradually.

"Anyway, astral kids at my school didn't like me very much, especially when our teacher's let us have 'recess' and he had to sorta 'play rough. You couldn't really hurt them physically, you know?' Made fightin' them a real pain in the ass!"

Psyclone kicked a button on the control panel, opening on of the a few of the windows partially. A portion of the flames from the flamethrower were pulled in, creating a flaming vortex that began to tighten around

"So me and the other kids, sorta had to improvise!"

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Terry

The Crick launched himself off a building, bounding down a set of walls before landing in font of Coil.

"Right now, Unicorn should have Psyclone's defenses occupied. If we come at him from the rear, we should be good...but, it's gonna take a lot of speed and a lot of height. Think you can hold on to me for that long?"

 

[IFS]

Tess

"Right now, Unicorn should have Psyclone's defenses occupied. If we come at him from the rear, we should be good...but, it's gonna take a lot of speed and a lot of height. Think you can hold on to me for that long?"

"Of course," she said, perhaps too dismissively. Eh, I'm just confident, heroes get to be that too. That blobby idiot is practically nothing but confidence. At any rate she was certain her gloves, particularly with her enhancements, would have no trouble keeping a grip on Crick.

Still, maybe I should talk to Mina about getting a parachute or something built into this suit... Maybe make it a wingsuit, that'd be interesting. I wonder how my powers would interact with something like that... Being able to fly, or at least glide long distances could open up a whole new realm of possibilities.

She quickly found a place to hold onto Crick's suit and climbed up, gripping tightly as she awaited the jump.

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Tom

Not good! Glass was coming down from some of the skyscrapers around, sure most people had fled already but the streets still had way too many and glass falling from that height would cut them to pieces. Gotta make a wall, stop it somehow. Working quickly he dived in front of the crowd, stretching his goo and hardening it as he did so until he had covered the entire length of the street. He was stretching himself a little thin but he had to do all he could. He stretched himself upwards as far as he could, growing as much height as he could as quickly as he could, to the point where the goo at the top of his wall seemed to almost be boiling as it created more of itself. Finally the glass struck, mostly shattering against him, though he was certain some of it had gone past him, and was acutely aware of how it had stabbed through his wall in places, though at least he'd managed to catch it in him. Whew, that could have been a lot worse, it could have hit me through my goo, or worse punched into the crowd behind me. He felt his stomach grumble ferociously, and a sudden weakness hit him as the wall began to fold back around him. I'm not doing that again for a while.

He turned his gaze behind him, focusing on a man in an expensive looking suit.

"Are you all right citizen?" he asked "Didn't scare you too much I hope."

 

[DarkRawen]

Frederick Rolls

"Astral Projection, huh? But your body is in there? Boy, that's real fuckin' interestin'! You know, I was just talking to a guy about this sorta thing..."

The Specter chuckled, though he noted the fact that the other could apparently tell that his body was inside. Starting to tighten his grasp, Frederick spoke.

"Astral Projection? Can you not see that I'm a ghost? Or have your poor unfortunate soul never heard of the Specter? Because it's clearly in the name," he mused. Through his grasp, Psyclone started doing... something.


"Anyway, astral kids at my school didn't like me very much, especially when our teacher's let us have 'recess' and he had to sorta 'play rough. You couldn't really hurt them physically, you know?' Made fightin' them a real pain in the ass!"

Does he just talk about this kind of thing with everyone? Or does he recognize me?

Considering the mask, Frederick really doubted so.

"So me and the other kids, sorta had to improvise!"

With a mocking laughter, he released his grip as he saw the villain toy with the flame-thrower, and flew out of the way, disappearing as he did. The parts of his skin that was close enough to the fire felt hot, even a bit painful, but he knew it would get worse if he didn't do anything. Getting some burns now was better than getting trapped. Besides, this gave him an idea, a persona that would fit the situation, like that of a role in a play. He grinned underneath the mask.

This'll be fun.

"Yes, that's more like it!" he shouted, laughing. It was difficult to tell where it came from, partly because he kept moving away from the fire as he spoke.

"Burn down your own blimp, I'll be waiting for you outside! Or will I? It's not like you can see me anyways! Perhaps you know about those with astral projection, but you've never met a real ghost before!"

Frederick felt a playful, immature urge to keep taunting the guy. Anything to make sure that the attention was kept at him, as he had noticed other people on their way. Perhaps, as a bonus, he'd get the other to damage some of his own equipment.

"So, what now, Psyclone? How do you find what can't be seen or felt?!"

 

[TheNaut131]

Terry

The Crick felt Coil grab onto his suit. He'd had to carry people before and even have people ride him to safety. This was first time having a person on his back as he moved as fast as he could to jump off a building and onto a friggin' blimp. But aside from that, this shouldn't be to hard. It was all a matter of height. It was just another jump for the Crick. Another really long jump...He took off, bounding up the side of a building and looking out towards Psyclone's blimp.

"He's a bit ahead of us, moving pretty fast for a blimp but still within reach. The closest buildings are about a few hundred feet apart..." The Crick did the math in his head and plotted out the best path. This was gonna be interesting.

"Coil, you're gonna want to keep you head down." The Crick said as he took off again at full speed and jumped through the already shattered window of a building Psyclone had blasted. They'd already began evacuating so The Crick didn't have to worry about running into people as he tackled a door and jumped straight up a stairwell, grabbing a railing and with both hands and thrusting himself and Coil through a window, flying over the street below. He took a moment to look up at the blimp, slighting in front of them and seemingly drifting along.

"Almost there" He managed to yell to Coil as they flew through another shattered window and into a large building, higher than the blimp.

Now it was a matter of speed. They were gonna have to attack the blimp from a above, while it was still within reach. The Crick bounded up the stairwell as fast as he could, catching glimpses of the blimp as they passed the window. The Crick finally made it to the top of the stairwell and jumped through a door, accessing the highest point of the building.

He took this moment to look down at the blimp and prepare himself for the jump.

"Brace yourself!" He yelled back to Coil as he jumped off the roof and over the tail of the blimp. This was it.

And then The Crick heard the noise of electricity charging through the air, a faint distinct buzz he could hear. He knew what was coming next and made a hasty choice.

He pulled Coil off his back and through her towards the blimp, knowing she could use her cord to latch on. Or at least hoping.

At least he knew her odds were better than his, as the Crick was struck by arcing electricity from the tail end of the blimp, his suit letting out a series of alarms and noises as he plummeted towards the ground.

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Psyclone

"So, what now, Psyclone? How do you find what can't be seen or felt?!" The Specter's laughter slightly annoyed Psyclone, but it filled him with new found...sense of righteousness. Someone who wanted to play along, someone who wanted to have fun? Someone who really thought they were a ghost? It was time to have some real fun.

"Simple genius," Psyclone focused the flaming vortex into a pressured spiral in his hand. Even with the suit he'd gotten from his "employers" Psyclone could still feel the heat in the single point. It didn't matter though, as Psyclone smashed a button on controls and opened all the windows in the canopy.

"I attack everything!" Psyclone slammed the spiraling point of heat down in the center of the canopy and watched as the pressure released a fiery explosion, shaking the blimp as a shockwave flew through the open windows. Psyclone stood in front of the controls and opened his arms, feeling the heat wash over him. His suit charred and burned in certain areas, the heat was insane, but Psyclone merely laughed at it.

"You're so much more fun than that Coil girl, Specter! Ghost or not, one of us is going down."

 

[Lunar Templar]

Karen

Despite her efforts the blimp wasn't as close to the roof tops as she'd wanted, regardless Crick and Coil still made their bid for boarding the blimp only to have Crick hit with some kind of electrical discharge from the tail and start falling to the ground below. Karen, not about to let another hero fall to their death while she was around, let alone a friends son, tore after him at top speed, even going through the flamer throws attack range, though she was moving faster then the weapon systems could keep up with.

Course once she caught up to him she grabbed hold and eased him out of the fall so the G-Forces would snap his neck or cause much more then dizziness for a few moments as the came to a skidding stop on the black top "You Okay?"

 

[TheNaut131]

Terry

Terry felt his descent suddenly slow and level out. He looked up to see Unicorn carrying him.

"You Okay?"

"My suit seems to have re-routed the current through subsystems and discharged the rest around my exterior. So Aside from a new found hatred of Psyclone, a few burnt out components, and the taste of pennies in my mouth I'm fi-oh crap, I threw Coil at the blimp!"

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

[HEADING=3]Daniel Luxe[/HEADING]

Before he could be torn to shreds, a black, gooey veil was stretched between Daniel and the falling glass. Looking around, it extended around the street over some of the panic-stricken pedestrians. It was clear that he was the focus of the rescue, as not only would the demon have taken the brunt of the plummeting shards, but also because the man in control of the tar-like tarp had approached him. Oh how wonderful, my first meeting with one of the city's saviors, Daniel had thought with no small amount of sarcasm.

"Are you all right citizen?"

Of course he addresses me with such a humbling title as citizen, who ever would have predicted such a thing? Daniel asked internally, feigning a look of sincere gratitude. All the while his skin was crawling with the apparent genuine goodness that was almost visibly radiating from the hero.

"Didn't scare you too much I hope."

"Oh no, not at all," Daniel started, his hands clasped together as he spoke like someone whose life was in real danger. "I was only afraid for my wife and children, I don't know what would happen if I wasn't around for them."

 

[hiei82]

Theodore​

Theodore dropped to the floor behind the walls of the roof for cover as a particularly large blast of fire shot forth from the blimp. Apparently someone up there had a temper. Through it all, he'd kept a close eye on the events, reporting the "play-by-play" of the heroes and villain while also keeping an eye on the chaos below. There was so much information to take in, edit, and report that he was astounded that his power could keep up with it all.

During all of this, he had the great fortune to catch The Crick throw Coil at the Blimp from the near perfect vantage point of nearly directly below them. He also saw The Unicorn catch The Crick and spare him what would likely have been a very nasty bruise. As he saw the Crick, their earlier conversation popped back into his mind. This in turn, gave him an idea.

Quickly, he edited that particular scene of The Crick throwing Coil out of his footage. Acting as quickly as he could, he edited the footage to make it appear as though it had been shot with a cheap cellphone camera. From there, he added a little extra data; his sense of smell, taste, and touch. The computer, having no idea what it was, simply translated it into strings of strange code it couldn't read. Burying all of this in the file, he sent it to his phone, created a brand new YouTube account, and posted it with the title "Coil and Crick vs. Blimp!".

With that, he had what he needed; bait for whoever was buying up all that footage with some very unique code in the background. Hopefully, Crick could help him track the video by the code later. Computer's weren't exactly his specialty. If it didn't work, then so be it. If it did... well they'd finally have a lead.

Having been distracted for a few minutes, Theodore returned to his filming only to be shocked by the latest development by the police station. "Who the hell is that?!"

Mina​

Flying over the escaping crowds, Mina had the pilot remain low. Honestly, it was so low as to technically be illegal but given the emergency situation and what she was planning to do, she doubted anyone would care about that particular detail. Gone was her business suit, replaced with a heat-resistant, lightly armored red and yellow Kevlar jump suit covered in pockets. Around her were belts of strange glowing blue cartridges. In her hands was a long, also glowing blue weapon.

As the whirlybird reached the ground, she pulled out a clear, heat-resistant mask and slipped it on. Upon touch down near the station, another two men jumped out and started pulling out boxes marked with red crosses and quickly began taking them to where the wounded were gathered. Seeing the medical supplies, a dozen other impromptu volunteers ran over to help with the task. Others began carrying the worst of the wounded to the whirlybird for quick transit to a hospital.

A moment later and Mina was with the current "leader" of the rescue efforts - a beat-cop named Sanchez who'd escaped the blast - quickly getting a low down of the situation. It didn't take Mina long to convince the cop to let her help; after all, who looked a well timed gift horse in the mouth? Once Mina knew who and approximately where the people and worst of the damage was, she set about helping.

Bringing the gun up, she turned it to it's lowest setting and began firing. Out of the muzzle came a blast of super cooled fluid that quickly started cutting a hole in the flames. Behind her, what few firefighters had managed to make it through followed, directing her toward each spot they needed to reach and taking the injured out where applicable. Where the structural damage was severe and dangerous, she turned up the weapon to full, creating temporary support structures to allow continued passage. Every few minutes she stopped, switched out the failing cartridge for a fresh one, and continued her hunt for police officers, prisoners, and innocent civilians.

Aldric​

Aldric watched the events of the night from his lawn chair, just a little bit bored. It wasn't until he saw Coil reach the blimp that he got a little more engaged. He couldn't help but wonder if she'd find Mina's "severance package" for the Psyclone and, if so, what she'd do about it. He'd know soon enough if she tried to "open the package" but didn't really care. There were lots of them after all.

As the blimp continued to pull away from the station, Aldric finally began to frown. He was making faster speed than he'd expected. Pretty soon he'd be out of range for the grand finale. THAT would just not do. As such Aldric stood, grabbed his wine bottle, and began to jump from roof to roof toward the blimp just to be safe. He couldn't help but feel he was too old for this parkour nonsense, but he couldn't complain too much. After all, it was his job to keep Psyclone "under control"; a task that was proving more and more difficult by the second.

Still; if it was for Mina's big payoff... well he'd live with it.

 

[IFS]

Tess

"Brace yourself!"

I am DEFINITELY talking to Mina about a wingsuit after this! Tess thought as Crick launched her at the blimp, her cord lashed out of its own accord and grabbed hold. She caught a glimpse of lightning frying Crick as he plummeted away from her, and began pulling herself up. Man this blimp has everything huh, looks like the flying lady caught Crick but he's probably out of commission now. Guess I better find the engine room then.

She wasn't overly familiar with blimps, but the layout was simple enough and she soon found her way to the engine room. Well so far so good, there isn't even any security inside this thing. Of course opening the door to the engine room soon proved that her luck never could last.

Bombs. A lot of them too, guess Mina isn't going to bother giving Psyclone his two weeks notice. If she were in another position she'd probably have a good laugh about where Psyclone's shade of villainy had left him, but unfortunately she was now closer to the bomb than he was.

"Crick, I've got a problem here," she said over the communicator "the engine room is stuffed with explosives, I get the feeling whoever Psyclone got this thing from isn't too happy with him. I could try to deactivate them, but there are a lot and they might not react well to my tampering."

I've never tried to animate a bomb before either. I should be looking for a way off this damn thing.

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Tom

"I was only afraid for my wife and children, I don't know what would happen if I wasn't around for them."

"Well you can run along home and tell them you got to meet a real superhero today!" Tom declared "I've got to get back to helping, if you see anyone injured try to give them a hand alright?"

With that he was off, there were still plenty of others who needed to get out of here. Emergency services was lending a hand now of course, but they couldn't lift up fallen rubble or clear roads like he could.

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Gorge

I need to get a bike or something, it takes me too long to get around like this. He had finally made it though, it had been difficult to get to a rooftop with most of the buildings being damaged but he was in better shape than his counterpart and had quickly found his way to a nearby rooftop. He'd paused to eat some steel along the way, but that hardly gave him the properties he needed to make it to the blimp.

Damn, though it looks like some other heroes are helping out, one of them can fly even. I could try getting their attention, though I don't have a megaphone... Ah well, guess I could at least try to take shots at the blimp's weapons from here.

He found a shard of glass and bit down, breaking it into a dartlike shape before he began to aim it. His powers weren't the most precise, but this projectile was at least more aerodynamic than what he usually used. Rearing back to add some extra thrust he spat the foot long glass dart as hard as he could at one of the flamethrowers. From what little he knew of the things they couldn't take too much damage, though maybe that wasn't true outside of video games.

 

[DarkRawen]

Frederick Rolls

"I attack everything!"

Frederick hadn't expected Psyclone to go completely insane just yet, but the way the guy had decided to follow what Frederick had anticipated might happen if he got mad enough in mere seconds, meant that the Specter had the upper hand. Especially since he had no reason to stay up there but to

"You're so much more fun than that Coil girl, Specter! Ghost or not, one of us is going down."

"Apparently so! I didn't think you'd be so willing to die, though, unless think it's that easy to deal with a Specter?!" he replied to keep the heat up -both literally and figuratively- , and simply... left.

He did it through the wall, still invisible of course. Even if Psyclone was intending to hit everything, the walls of the blimp would do some work keeping the fire out, at least until the whole vehicle stopped working and hit the ground. Frederick didn't aim to kill anyone, ever, yet he had no issues with letting Psyclone kill himself if it meant keeping everyone else safe. The guy was a lost case, rotten to the core, whatever they had done to him at that school of his had clearly done some lasting damage.

Frederick had barely gotten away from the encounter -well, he still was sort of still in that encounter, just in a completely different room, trying to get away- when he noticed Coil... he thought that was her name. She was standing there, trying to reach someone through her communicator. He appeared in front of her.

"Hey, you're a hero, right? It's going to get hot here, you should probably----" Frederick trailed off as he noticed the explosives.

What?

Was this a suicide attack? Or had whoever helped Psyclone escape planted them there? He doubted Coil had done it, considering the sheer amount of explosives. Did that guy know what was going on? If so...

Oh god. The flame-throwers.

"You need to get off, right now! He's gone berserk with the flame-thrower, and I'd not be surprised if the heat alone could set these bombs off."

Did I do that? This is bad, this is really, really bad.

He wouldn't let it show, but Frederick was afraid, not of the bombs themselves, but of that he might have set off something that could result in someone innocent, Coil, getting killed.

"I don't think I can carry you, but I'd be willing to try, just, please, get off."

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Tim Merridy

Tim had turned on the TV to watch a movie, but had stopped as soon as he saw the fuss going on. His first instinct was to wonder what the hell was going on, when he had heard the explosion, he hadn't anticipated... well, a goddamn blimp blowing up everything. he noticed that he felt a little worried, though not sure who he was worried about. Just as he thought about it, he saw Tom for a split second, or rather, Sir Awesome.

Tom'll be fine.

He knew how durable their goo-armors were, after all, though as he looked at his beat up body, he mentally shook his head.

Well, how durable they normally are, when some crazy as hell woman isn't trying to murder you.

Well, he wasn't that worried for Tom, but he felt a bit worried for George, and what if Rias got involved in it? Whoever this Psyclone was, he was clearly a violent and dangerous villain, lacking any sense of tact.

How tacky.

Tim leaned back, wondering how it would get dealt with. He could handle being a bit worried, and it wasn't as if he could do anything, he could barely move, after all.


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Sirius Hamilton

Sirius' painting had started becoming more vivid as he cleaned his brush and added a bright orange to the picture. For some reason, there were flames going out of the airship. Someone with a flame ability? Or something else. Sirius put his brush down, it was too far away for him to see much more than the orange colour and the smoke. He wondered what was actually going on.

If I want to know, I suppose I'll have to get there.

Or... if the Ghost he had bonded with was there, he could at least get a sense of what was going on. He thought of the guy he had currently bonded with, the Specter, and tried to open the bond, only receive something that seemed to be overwhelmed by fear and panic, and he felt it himself. Something bad was going on, and he wanted to run away and hide. His frightened mind barely realized that he could fix his injuries, it wasn't until he was already inside the shield that he felt the relief of his wounds healing. It felt quite comfortable, though it was the only thing that was even remotely pleasant at this time.

Sirius, still shaking, also felt a strong sense of guilt, and though he didn't know why the Ghost was feeling something like that, he knew that it was something he should be feeling either way. If there were injured people, this would be the best power to help with, and he should be out there anyways. Sirius could help, and now he had no reason not to, yet he couldn't shake of the feeling of being so frightened.

I should just shut the emotions d-down.

But if he did, would he not lose his motivation?

I'm a disgrace. A---a psychopathic selfish...

Sirius felt tears running down his cheeks, guilt, fear, worry, anything the ghost was feeling was so strong to him, and it hit him, because he knew that they weren't just the emotions of someone else, they were what he would have been feeling if his body had been able to create its own emotions.

"N-no more," he whimpered to himself. "I'll help... just... just let me stand up." As he did, he noted that his injuries were completely gone, put on a jacket, before running out, towards the centre of the chaos. While he had a fairly good stamina due to his fit body, he still felt ill due to the emotions, and almost ran into one of the big, gooey people. He looked like he was the "nice" one, the other one had a lot more spikes.

"Excuse me sir," he said, voice making it clear that he was still crying. "I want to help, please let me help---- where are the injured people?" the Brit said, meekly.

 

[TheNaut131]

Terry

As Unicorn carried him, The Crick quickly started making a few adjustments and minor repairs to the suit. Despite The Crick's switch from heavier metals to light aluminum, plastics, and carbon fiber for his suit, a strong enough electrical current in the right place could do a hell of a lot of damage. It seemed like Coil had made it onto the blimp, but as The Crick watched a fiery bloom form around the canopy of the blimp, he rushed to get his suit ready.

"Crick, I've got a problem here," she said over the communicator "the engine room is stuffed with explosives, I get the feeling whoever Psyclone got this thing from isn't too happy with him. I could try to deactivate them, but there are a lot and they might not react well to my tampering."

The Crick fiddled with his suit as Coil spoke to him, but nearly dropped the set of small tools as heard her explain the bomb situation. Bombs? It was all lining up in The Crick's head, with a few gaps trickled in. Someone hires Psyclone to be loud, Psyclone is loud but a bit too unpredictable, they get what they need and dispose of Psyclone. But what is it they need? They're not making money off the news footage. And they aren't using Psyclone FOR his destructiveness since they're killing him off. Didn't seem like Psyclone was taking orders either. So why Psyclone's destructiveness so important? Why did it matter what Psyclone did at all?

"Unless nothing HE specifically did truly mattered in first place..." The Crick thought aloud. He knew what had to be done.

"Coil, don't risk setting off the bombs. Assuming these are bombs for killing Psyclone, they're probably rigged to blow if tampered with. But we can't leave him, he has to know something about all this yet-" The Crick stopped noticing the second voice over the communicator.

"You need to get off, right now! He's gone berserk with the flame-thrower, and I'd not be surprised if the heat alone could set these bombs off."

"Specter, when did you-you know what nevermind. if you can, get Coil off the blimp NOW." The Crick made a few final adjustments to his suits, particularly the stun batons. He closed a panel and rebooted part of his suits system. He hopefully had a working solution to the problem and a plan for the next.

"I need to have a little chat with Psyclone," The Crick equipped his stun batons "Unicorn, I need you to fly over the blimp and drop me. I've pretty much turned part of my suit into a lighting rod that'll take the charge from the blimps Tesla coils and siphon it to my backup batteries. If they don't explode, I can land on the blimp, get to the controls, and maybe turn those same Tesla coils into an EMP emitter. That'll stop the blimp and should disable the explosives on board."

"...unless someone detonates the bombs before I can do all this."

It was then that The Crick noticed the sky around the blimp and over Neutropolis was getting very dark.
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Psyclone

"Apparently so! I didn't think you'd be so willing to die, though, unless think it's that easy to deal with a Specter?!"

Psyclone stared at the fire remaining in the canopy of the blimp.

"Wasn't expectin' a cake walk, but I wouldn't have it any other fuckin' way!" Psyclone took note of the GPS on the controls. He was essentially over the center of the city. Psyclone began to form a large vortex around the blimp, gradually picking up speed and intensity. The newly formed vacuum began to diminish the fire inside the canopy.

"Hey Specter, get out here, you're missing all the fun!"

 

[Lunar Templar]

Karen

"Then you'll just need to move quickly" Karen said as she turned around and darted back up to the blimp, skirting the just out side flame thrower range at first "Hold on,and, try to not throw up on me ..." she said, then started to weave between the blasts from the flame throwers and putting up her shield when she got close enough dodging wasn't really and option.

She she brought Crick to the blimp surface, she dropped him on it, blocked a blast from a flamethrower with her shield, charged that batter of cut it clean off the blimp "Move quick Crick." she said over the com as she went to disabling the flamethrowers.

 

[hiei82]

Aldric​

"Well... That's no good." Aldric said to himself. Not only had the blimp started making distance but someone had discovered the bombs. Odds were, given the timing, it was Coil. Of all the people on the blimp, Coil was the only one who NEEDED to live for their plans to work. While she wasn't completely irreplaceable, she did represent a rather significant investment of time and resources. Killing her would create a delay. A delay his employer would not approve of.

As the distance to the blimp continued to grow, Aldric was forced to move to one of the contingencies. Aldric changed course, jumping toward the tallest building in the general direction of the blimp and quickly climbed up to the top. From there, he estimated how long it would take the Blimp to reach a suitable position, and pulled out the burner phone.

He opened up the text function, selected the number for the blimp bombs, and sent a text: "100 37". A moment later, well out of his sight, the timers on the bombs clicked on and started counting down from 100. If Coil didn't get the hint... well, then they'd just need to find a backup.

"Good luck Mademoiselle." Aldric said aloud, cracking open his wine and waiting for the firework show to begin.

Spoiler: OOC

The timer will go off on 37. Precisely because Aldric is a jerk

 

[IFS]

Tess

"I don't think I can carry you, but I'd be willing to try, just, please, get off."

The offer quickly became a lot more tempting when the timers on the bombs flashed on, counting down from 100. Wouldn't have thought Mina would be that cliche. Damn damn damn. She didn't want to trust anyone to help her, not in a situation like this, but she didn't have any choice. Fuck, heroes are insane to go through this all the time.

"Not much choice I suppose," she said, turning and running to the nearest railing "well, here goes. Don't drop me."

She tensed herself, waiting for a moment to make sure the Spectre had a grip on her, and then jumped. She spread her arms wide, trying to slow her fall as if she was skydiving, her eyes darting about looking for someplace to try and latch onto with her whip to try and slow herself.

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Tom

"I want to help, please let me help---- where are the injured people?"

The guy looked really down on himself, though Tom understood that fright and sadness were natural in response to something like this. Still he found himself smiling, glad that another was inspired to help.

"Right this way," he said, carefully picking up the man and quickly ferrying him over to where he had gathered some of the injured who were waiting for an ambulance "just be careful, I've got to get back out there."

With that he turned around and went back to looking for other people to help, wonder what that guy's name is. I feel like I might've seen him before... Ah well, need to focus on the task at hand.

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Gorge

No good, he couldn't tell if the shard had even hit, and it certainly hadn't gotten any attention. Something else was keeping their attention, he couldn't tell much from the distance he was at but they seemed more frenzied than before. The blimp had also caught fire, so it was possible that that was it, though they were trying to bring it down so that didn't seem right. DId I just see someone fall from there?

He needed to do something, and he wasn't helping here. There are people down below, I could try to do something there. Clean up all the glass that's fallen if nothing else. He sighed, back down the stairs I suppose.

 

[TheNaut131]

Terry

The Crick was used to moving fast through the air, it was an average day for him. Weaving through a series of flamethrowers while occasional arcs of electricity zapped his makeshift lighting rods, causing his suit to jerk around? That was new.

"Move quick Crick." Unicorn said as she took off.

"No prob, Bob..." The Crick said to himself. He bounded on the side of blimp, let himself fall for a moment before grabbing a rung and swing into the canopy. He felt the air around the blimp begin to swirl but he didn't have time to worry about that. He stood a few feet in front of Psyclone, the villain grinning madly from behind his gasmask.

"Oooh, I get to fight the power ranger now-" Psyclone started.

"No, no, no! Shut up!"The Crick yelled, tired of Psyclone's crap. "We have no time for this! Whoever gave you this blimp screwed you over. There are bombs on board, most likely the slow counting down kind. I have no idea how big the blast will be but given we're on a frigging blimp, it'll probably be pretty big. So, step away from the controls, sit down, and let me try to save your life."

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Psyclone

"How bout no, the green rangers always felt weird to me as a kid. Seriously, Tommy was the only one who ever-"

Psyclone spun to the side as The Crick lunged forward with a kick. He counted with a tunnel of air that sent the Crick sliding backward and almost out off the blimp. A Series of clamps engaged on the Crick foot and took hold on the floor of the canopy.

"I learned a bit from last time," The Crick said as he launched the Fiddlers at Psyclone, his launcher shorting out a second later in a series of flashes and smoke. Psyclone felt the torrent of sound tearing through his eardrums. He was about to send the devices spiraling until Psyclone felt a familiar pain in his chest. It felt like hot trillions of tiny pins and needles popping on his flesh. Like that area had fallen asleep and was under a sunlamp.

"I also remembered." The Crick said, proud of the little microwave emitter he'd managed to build a few weeks prior. The Crick kept the emitter focused on Psyclone as he walked towards the controls.

"You know what the messed up thing is? You're gonna only end up with some ringing in your ears. Now I'm gonna try and turn those fancy tesla coils WHICH NEARLY ELECTROCUTED ME into an electromagnetic pulse emitter so I can SAVE YOUR LIFE. All with one hand, no less..."

Through the ringing and the burning, Psyclone managed to rise from his knees and flick off The Crick before slumping over again.

"Real mature bud-" A series of sparks exploded from The Crick arm, sending the hexagonal plate of the microwave emitter flying.

"EAT. MY. ASS." Psyclone yelled as he sent the Fiddlers spiraling towards The Crick. A few slammed into his, smashing his visor while the rest collided with the controls. The Crick grabbed the side of his face, frantically staring between Psyclone and the controls. The Crick grabbed Psyclone, holding him up by his poncho.

"What-why-you-why won't you let me save you, you crazy little...GAH!"

"Because I'm a lost cause you dumbass. So what if Al and his boss wanna kill me. Fuckin' French bastard. I'lll admit, I didn't get too much done, but fuck it. I'll be remembered for...something. Probably not what I want. But fuckin' somethin'."

The Crick stared at Psyclone.

"Who's...Al?" The Crick managed to say before he felt the chunks of metal come spiraling into the side of his suit. Psyclone pushed The Crick away and stood int he center of the canopy.

"If you're taking me out...you're coming with me!" Psyclone said, increasing the vortex around the blimp and powering the air cannons.

 

[DarkRawen]

Frederick Rolls

"Specter, when did you-you know what nevermind. if you can, get Coil off the blimp NOW."

"I-- Of course," the Specter replied, not letting the others how unsure of it he was.

I already said I wasn't sure. I doubt she needs to be reminded of that.

If he combined his ability to interact with the real world, his ability to fly, and the weak form of telekinesis he could do while still in his body...

It's better than nothing. Please say this'll work, because if not... if not I don't know what to do.

They had no idea how long it would take for the bomb to go off, so they needed to get off quickly.. Or so he thought, until he saw numbers on it, counting down from a hundred. Even if he was unsure of whether it was just some sort of distraction or an actual time, Frederick didn't hesitate. Instead, he grabbed Coil.

"Not much choice I suppose. Well, here goes. Don't drop me."

"I won't," he said, lifting her up with the help of telekinesis and then flying out the nearest exit. For a moment, they seemed to be in free fall, but then he gathered his strength and balanced their weight among his currently weak telekinesis and his own flying. For what seemed like an eternity, but only was a few seconds, they went towards the ground, before Frederick, doing his best to slow down, let go of Coil. While he didn't exactly drop her, the speed was enough to make it hurt.

"Sorry!" Frederick replied, as he hurried away, disappearing as he went towards Theodore, and spoke so that only the journalist could hear him.

"Hey, it's me, I need you to keep an eye on my body for a brief moment as I go back up. Just... you know, somewhere a bit less likely for it to be seen than here."


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Sirius Hamilton

Sirius found himself getting picked up by the large goo-hero rather quickly, and while it was frightening, just about everything was to him right now.

"Right this way. Just be careful, I've got to get back out there."

He nodded, trying to control his sobbing. For a brief moment, there was shock, then the feeling was replaced by worry. There were still enough guilt there to make him feel terrible, but his tears stopped, and he was put down.

"D-don't worry," he said, as he went to sit down at the place where he could help the most people. As a shield that looked like blue glass enveloped him and some of the others, he quickly healed those around him. It wasn't a lot of people, about 5, and by the time the ghost fell not far from them, he was working on the remaining two. The ghost was accompanied by -or rather, carrying- a familiar hero in white, and dropped her off, before disappearing. The landing looked like a bad one, but likely what they had escaped from was worse.

Is that why I'm worried?

He asked himself, but he doubted he would get an answer. Instead he called out to the woman.

"Did that hurt?" he asked, and motioned for his shield. "Do you want me to heal you? Everything will be safe inside here."