The Super Hero RP Deluxe! (Closed, Started)

[Tortilla the Hun]

[HEADING=3]Daniel Luxe[/HEADING]

"Well you can run along home and tell them you got to meet a real superhero today!"

A condescending sort, isn't he? Daniel asked internally. I half-expect him to hand me a balloon or a lollipop.

"I've got to get back to helping, if you see anyone injured try to give them a hand alright?"

The demon merely waved and tried to hide his contempt. He began to walk away, flicking a piece of shattered glass that rested upon his shoulder and muttered, "Now I feel ill being near all that goodness...and in desperate need of cleansing."

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

It seemed the commotion in the city would not be coming to a close any time soon. He couldn't make the trek on foot at any rate, not while giant blimps of destruction were out and about. Though the stuck bolt would have to wait, for the time being he could get started on running cables from the power transformer. It was gonna be messy and not particularly easy, but while there was still daylight it would be best to get that out of the way, he figured. At least there was plenty of scrap cable, both from what he collected and what was abandoned along with the warehouse. Most of it was stripped along large portions, the copper threads frayed and knotted in many places. The doctor huffed. He hoped for better working conditions, but there was no sign of that desire coming to fruition.

Vinzenz suddenly remembered one of his assistants, Kurt. The man was about as blunt as his name, but he was loyal. Eager to make sure his work was done quickly and done right. Though the 'mysterious' disappearance of his former colleague, Gunther, may have helped that. Either way, as dim-witted as Kurt was, he would follow any directions that were laid out for him. As long as they were simple. But alas, the lad was most likely torn apart by the warp gate once it collapsed and spread across various places in several planes of existence. Now, the prospect of simpletons doing the dirty work was only a distant dream...

 

[hiei82]

Theodore​

"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."

"You got it." Theodore replied, looking around for a good place for the body to rest. The roof wasn't exactly an ideal place but as long as things didn't get too out of hand than he doubted it would be an issue. After all, there were many people on different roofs staring up at the giant dirigible. Super-fights always had audiences; particularly those that took place in the sky. Sure the sane people ran away from them, but once they felt they had a good distance they stopped and stared back. In this case, as long as you were out of the range of the blimp's weapons and Psyclone's powers, everything looked safe enough.

As Fredrick landed, Theodore edited the footage so that this scene would never appear. He didn't want anyone to think he knew who the Specter was... or at least any more than they already did. For some reason, everyone seemed to just assume that - since he had powers - he was a part of some secret superhero weekly brunch or something where they all exchanged villain fighting tips.

Shortly after Fredrick landed however, things became... complicated. The blimp lite up in a blinding flash like the Hindenburg and fire rained down from the sky. "Oh God."

Mina​

Mina had just finished emptying the station of all the injured - carrying the last one out over her shoulders - when it happened. From her angle, she couldn't see the source though she didn't need to. She'd known if would be coming at some point. For her and those near her, the blinding light wasn't as bad as the sound of it all. No explosion with that much material to burn and break was going to sound like anything less than a massive kaboom.

Once the light had faded, she confirmed that everyone near the station was safe and the fire was under control than moved on. She pointed her ice-gun at the ground beneath her feet and fired; using the resulting column to propel herself up onto the nearest safe room. From there, she could see the burning wreckage of the blimp. Mina replaced the cartridge in her gun and began her long trek to the site.

There were fires to fight after all.

Aldric​

"4... 3... 2... 1... Tres Magnifique!" Aldric yelled from his lonely roof top as he opened the bottle of wine to the sound and sight of an exploding blimp. He had to admit; there was nothing quite like the feeling of taking pride in a job well done in a field you loved.

Aldric drank some of the wine while watching the blimp burn before making his way to the fire escape. It was probably best he fade away before some hero got it in their head that the person enjoying the explosion had something to do with it.

 

[DarkRawen]

Frederick Rolls

"You got it."

"Thanks, I need to get back up soon."

Frederick looked around once more to make sure that no one was around. Then he went back to his normal, completely "human" form, putting his masks away in the front of his suit, in a small bag he tended to keep hidden. No one could see it either way, the suit-jacket did always tend to be a little too big for him. Besides, he wasn't going to need the masks, and he felt no need to carry them around.

Okay, now to get back up in time...

However, as he was about to leave his body behind, an explosion was heard. It was followed by fiery rain and debris, and the sound of panicked citizens.

"Oh God."

"Damn---" the sentence was barely started, as something hit him from behind, suddenly. He felt his body fall forwards, but that wasn't what made his body feel wrong, not at all. Because his heart had stopped. His weak, damaged heart. His lifeless body fell to the ground, but Frederick did not, instead he was in the specter-form, his soul seemingly forced out of his body. His... dead body. He barely noted the irony of the thing having killed him being a piece of one of the blimp's gas-bags, because he was dead. Done.

But I'm not gone.

Nothing had changed, really, he wasn't disappearing, he hadn't really felt himself dying, simply his heart stopping when he was inside the body. It made no difference to him.

Because I was dead this whole time.

He really was a ghost. For three years, had his body simply been a possessed meat puppet?

"T-theodore," he started, bewildered. "I'm dead, my heart stopped. I've been dead... these 3 years."

Then, other emotions came to the surface, as Frederick realized the real meaning of him being dead.

 

[IFS]

Tess

"Sorry!"

"Ow! You better be!" Tess said, clutching at her ankle, it didn't feel broken but it sure hurt like hell and she wasn't going to be walking on it anytime soon. Another powered hero approached her, apparently working from behind some strange shield.

"Did that hurt? Do you want me to heal you? Everything will be safe inside here."

"The fuck do you think?" she said angrily, though mostly it was a mixture of pain and fear speaking, "yes it hurt."

She limped her way behind the man's shield, clenching her teeth to try and control the pain. Gradually the sensation faded as the hero went to work. Wait haven't I seen him before? Shit I saved him once before didn't I? Well I guess he doesn't owe me if I can walk normally after this. She considered saying more when the blimp exploded behind her, she'd known it was coming but the sudden noise and light still shocked her.

Damn, and I was almost on that. Well let's hope that psycho didn't get off beforehand.

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Tom

The explosion had barely just happened and already Tom was racing towards where the blimp was falling. If any debris fell off of it that could be bad, certainly bad for him given that it would be flaming debris, but other people came first. Besides some of the heroes might have been on that thing, the villain certainly seemed to have been. Why were there bombs? Did he plan to drop them on the city?

He shook his head, it wasn't important compared to saving anyone he could.

 

[TheNaut131]

Terry

The Crick heard a set of leg servos blow out as he tried to stand up and inspect the burning debris around him. He was in a park, a few miles away from the explosions. The Crick looked around watching as fire filled the sky, swirled around, and debris was shooting across the city.

Farther than it should have.

The crazy bastard had given the explosion an extra "push." The Crick figured that's how he'd gotten here. He noted the white, pillow-y deflated padding puffing out of his suit.

"Well at least I know the emergency impact sensors work-" He faltered as the pain finally caught up to him. Broken ribs with a mix of mangled metal in his side. His suit's body armor had slowed it down, but it still managed to get through and do some surface damage. He needed a hospital. The Crick had been beaten pretty bad before, taken a few cuts and sprains, but he'd always been able to bounce back. This however? This was a job for a hospital. Hospitals are good...Hospitals are...hos...hosspittleskdsjdkdjn...The Crick's body finally gave up on him. The remaining subsystems on his suits activated, opening the mouth plate on his helmet, revealing his mouth and nose for air circulation. It then dialed 911. This left the Crick to dream. To remember.

He had heard...something. Something about the bombs wasn't right. It was timing down, it had time left, but it's triggering mechanisms were going to go off way before that timer hit zero. He'd heard it, even if he hadn't been trying. He'd made a last ditch effort to save Psyclone, to tackle him out of the blimp but Psyclone had seen him coming and sent him flying out of the blimp.

And then the explosion hit.

The Crick had bbeen flung half-way across city.

Fire rained down on parts of the city

And Psyclone dead body was burning somewhere in this city.

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Psyclone

"The human brain wants you to live. A brain like mine, like everyone like me, wants to fuckin' survive. And their definition of survival is fuckin' scary if you're on the wrong end of it."

Psyclone remembered saying this to...someone. Fred? Flintstone? No, no...Rolls. Frederick Rolls. He let out a raspy chuckle.

"Heads will roll..."

He finally looked around. He was in a crater, with his suit completely burned black with melting, streaking yellow patches. He could feel it. It burned, but the pain? The pain itself was sweet. A victory almost. He'd gone out with a bang but was still kicking. And he was ready to kick more ass, ready for round 2 against The Specter, Coil and...

"Wait...no...that's not right."

He finally took off his gas mask and stared at it. He smashed in the visor, dropped it, and began walking away. He'd been betrayed, he'd been beaten, burned but ultimately he was happier. He'd been given a chance. A chance to truly re-invent himself. A chance to find himself again.

He'd been give a light in the darkness.

And it burned bright.

Spoiler

Psyclone is out of the game for a bit...so essentially dead.

 

[DarkRawen]

Frederick Rolls

Frederick looked at his body. Then he covered his eyes with his hands, though it didn't help much when he could see through them. "Do you know what this means?" he asked Theodore, although he wasn't exactly looking for an answer. floating over his body, he barely touched it, normally it breathed, as if he was sleeping. This time it was completely still. His voice was cold, but he felt so many different feelings, he simply could not let one surface yet.

"They killed me. Those crazy cultist freaks, back then... they killed me! And then I thought was going to be fine, I spent a month watching my family wait for me to wake up, I fought my way back into my body! But I was already dead, it was all for naught. It was all... all for nothing. I've been posing, Theodore, posing as a living human. Pretending to be something I wasn't, pretending to believe in a world where there is justice, when what happened to me was everything but just!" His voice shook, despair, sadness, confusion, but most of all, anger and contempt rose.

"And because of what they did, I couldn't even pass on. Whatever thosebastards did to me, it's keeping me here! A mere shadow of my true self, an after-taste of who I was! And to think, all this time I've worn these masks," as he mentioned the masks, they rose from underneath the body, as he had fallen on his face. While they were shattered in places, they gathered around his face, leaving only some broken off bits. It was a more worn, ominous look, and the masks were switching places constantly, rather than keeping still, the speed of them doing so rising with the intensity of his voice.

"I've been wearing these masks, pretending to be a ghost, worrying that my heart might give in if I overdid it! But who gives a flying fuck about my heart if I've been dead all this time?!"

Frederick... no, the Specter, rose from above the body. Lifting the piece of gas-bag from his lifeless corpse using telekinesis, the Specter threw it, as far as he could, towards the blimp again. Pieces of debris and small sparks were lifted thrown at the same time, without his intention being that, and it was clear that a significant amount of force was used. Then he turned his body back up, so that his face was facing the sky.

"I am no longer a person," the Specter finally said. "I am no longer an individual of the material world, no longer Frederick. The law can't reach me where I am, and thus, I cast it aside, along with my humanity. Farewell, Theodore."

With that, he disappeared, and thus, Frederick Rolls was no more, only his specter remained.

Right?

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Tim Merridy

"Woah," Tim said, surprised, as he saw the blimp explode. He had kept his eyes on the news due to the worry, and part of him wanted to know what was happening. He didn't want to admit it, but it looked exciting, exciting and dangerous. Leaning on the couch, he sighed.

I wonder if the goo armor can support my body.

"... Well, it's worth a try." He got up, or rather, limped up, and almost ran out the door, forgetting to turn off the TV, or putting on a jacket, or... well, anything, really. It should be simple enough to find a place where he could put the goo armor on, not like the people were paying attention to anything else.

I wonder if I should look for George or Tom first.

Logically, it would be easier to find Tom.

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Sirius Hamilton

The heroine in white looked rather annoyed over his question, and Sirius flinched as she spoke.

She's pretty... but she's also fairly angry. I wonder if I offended her.

"The fuck do you think? Yes it hurt."

"I-I'm sorry," he replied, and frowned, making his way over to her. The civilians there were done being healed, and he could sense that the worry and guilt of the specter were slowly getting replaced by determination. He would have to hurry if he wanted to help her with her foot. Allowing her inside his little safe zone, she quickly felt better. The aching of her foot had stopped by the time the sky lit up. Sirius could feel the worry get a little stronger again. However, suddenly it completely changed, so quickly that it startled him.

W-what was that?

As surprised as he was, Coil was probably more so, seeing as he had been unable to keep himself from giving her a slight zap. Nothing much, but enough for her to feel it.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to, my powers suddenly switched---" his eyes, now yellow, were wider, and an expression of shock and surprise was on his face. He looked back at Coil, still frowning. "Let me make sure you didn't..." he trailed off, as he felt a torment of emotions arise. Whatever the Specter was going through, it was bad news, lots of emotions surfacing, sadness, sorrow, anger, a lot of anger. Despair, with an intensity that made Sirius shut down the connection without hesitation. Gathering himself, and making sure it was entirely shut, he looked back at Coil, expression blank.

"I had to shut down the connection... so I can't use the healing anymore. Or the shock. I hope I helped you a little, at least. What's your name? Apart from Coil, I mean." He tilted his head, waiting for a reply of sorts, before remembering he hadn't introduced himself. "My name is Sirius, by the way. If you're angry with me, I understand that."

 

[Lunar Templar]

Karen & Rias

Karen just lay there, dazed and at a loss for where she was, and in a considerable amount of pain. As the world came back into focus she realized she was in an office building, and from the look of it, the blast threw her though two floors above before coming to a stop where she currently lay. She made an attempt to get up but her everything protested that idea so she resumed laying there and waited for aid to arrive. Aid came in an unlikely for though. Rias came down the holes she'd made, riding some kind glowing red crystal lift. least that's what it looked liked from Karen's perspective.

Rias, for her part, had been urged by a few people to go check on who or what ever fell in the office building. what she found was Karen, laying there, her armor cracked, broken, or just missing in some spots, and bleeding from a few shrapnel wounds, curiously, Karen's blood was silver, not red. First thing Rias did once she was down by Karen was put out the small fires around them by drawing energy from them to make bubbles around said fires to just choke them out. Rias then made a life of sorts under Karen and very carefully lifted her up, though Karen's injury's still disliked the motion and she gasped a little in response. from there Rias guided the lift, which was basically a big floating mostly enclosed bed/pod thing, over to the window as she cut a roughly 90% of the window away and tossed it aside like rubble.

Luckily, they where only three floors up, so Rias simple formed her wings and floated down next to the pod and guided it over to the cafe where she was informed that aid had been called for but with the chaos out there right now they didn't know when some one would show up.

 

[hiei82]

Theodore​

Fredrick was clearly having something of a nervous breakdown but, to be completely honest, Theodore was more worried about his body than his soul at the moment. While Fredrick began his wonderful speech about being dead, Theodore was pulling the body from the the fabric of the blimp. Once he was there, Theodore used the knowledge of First Aid he's taken during his battle with Psyclone to jumpstart his friend's heart.

While he did this, Theodore spoke to Fredrick. "Fredrick; I don't even know where to start with you being dead. First off, remember how you were in a hospital after you were stabbed? They had you hooked up to a heart monitor that was beeping. They obviously didn't kill you then. Second, If your body HAD been dead for 3 years and you were using it as a meat puppet, don't you think we'd have noticed the smell at some point? Thirdly, perhaps you should consider the possibility that you only "died" just now and that your friend can bring you back. Finally; even if everything you said were true, you got to die and continuing living. I'm pretty sure most philosophers would say that the biological part of living is less important than the "experience" part of living, which we both know you've had for the last 3 years at least."

All the while, he performed CPR on his friend's body. Eventually, Theodore got a pulse again and Fredrick's body began to breath again. "See, what did I tell you? ... Fredrick... FREDRICK.... Damn it!"

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

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

The warehouses power box was terribly worn. The maximum output could only be guessed. But given the building it was meant to supply electricity to, it wouldn't be unreasonable to assume a great deal of power was just waiting to be tapped into. And soon, Vinzenz would achieve this with the rudimentary cable fashion from what pieces of wiring were still usable. He received no small amount of pinpricks from the frayed wires and his palms were becoming raw from all the twisting and threading. Thankfully, for his hands especially, he finished before long. The cable was already running into the generator, it just needed to be plugged into the power source. The doctor was a little wary of this step, as the prongs were nothing more than separated knots of wiring with flattened bits of metal on the ends. He had only scraps of rubber which would have the same effectiveness as a small towel would against a hot pan from an oven. He supposed as long as he didn't touch the wire directly, he shouldn't be electrocuted.

Vinzenz took a deep breath to calm his nerves. There was little room for error. He picked up his rubber 'mitts' and gently grasped the cable. He could feel the sweat starting to bead on his palms as he drew the plug nearer the power outlet. Carefully, he cautioned silently. Very carefully. The doctor's grip tensed more firmly as the prongs and port neared. He fought against every nerved that wanted to shake. It was the steadiness of experience that guided the cable. He now realized this and relief washed over him. He was no stranger to the necessity for precision. It was child's play, he thought to himself. Nothing would unstay his hands, at least not anything short of a--

BOOM

Across the bay, the large blimp downtown had turned into a ball of fire and shrapnel in the sky. The thunderous roar of the sudden burst reached Vinzenz no sooner than his plug had made contact with the power outlet. The man jumped with a start, and his grasp of the cable had faltered. In a moment of impulsive desperation to keep hold, he shut his fist tightly. But the sweat on his palms loosened the scrap of rubber he held. Gone was the only thing keeping his hand from the exposed wire, and it was over the twisted copper his fingers had closed. There was a brief moment of recognition before he actually made contact. By then it was already too late. Power surged throughout his body and the tension threw him across the warehouse floor. The stream of power that fed the generator had skipped, nearly activating the automated breaker, but resumed without further interruption. The plug was firmly in its port. The generator hummed as it charged. The bay grew quiet once more. And the doctor was out cold...

 

[IFS]

Tess

The guy began to heal her, slowly but surely she felt the pain leave her leg. Guess I will be walking home after all, she thought as she experimentally stretched the muscle, only to suddenly receive a shock from the healer.

"Ow!" she said, more out of surprise than pain.

"I had to shut down the connection... so I can't use the healing anymore. Or the shock. I hope I helped you a little, at least. What's your name? Apart from Coil, I mean. My name is Sirius, by the way. If you're angry with me, I understand that."

"Um ok," she said, not exactly sure what he mean by 'connection' "yeah I think I'll be able to walk on this."

She still felt grouchy from the injuries, but he'd helped her and clearly hadn't meant to shock her, so she tried to keep herself from getting too annoyed at the shock or his request. What kind of idiot just asks a hero for their secret identity?

"I can't tell you my name," she said "masked vigilante and all that, telling people my name defeats the purpose of that. I'm not angry, just annoyed by how things have been going."

She sighed and got to her feet, her leg still pained her slightly to stand on it but she though she could make it home regardless.

"Sirius huh?" she said "why do you want to know my name anyways?"

 

[DarkRawen]

Sirius Hamilton

"I can't tell you my name. Masked vigilante and all that, telling people my name defeats the purpose of that. I'm not angry, just annoyed by how things have been going."

Sirius smiled, awkwardly. "Right, that's a thing too, forgot. Sorry," he scratched the back of his head, though, even though his body language was somewhat relaxed, his eyes were still empty. Or perhaps it was simply a form of very deep? Regardless, it would definitely strike someone as rather odd.

"Sirius huh? Why do you want to know my name anyways?"

"Because it might help me get to know you. Besides, I like talking to people," Sirius replied. "Why, is it weird? I suppose I am rather weird. Not really having any emotions does that." Another moment of silence, before he admitted the second part.

"You're rather pretty too, if you don't mind me saying. I'm not asking for your name because of--" he checked his clock, realizing that he had to finish getting prepared for the meeting with the man from earlier. From the looks of it, he'd have to shower another time to get blood from one of the people he had healed off his chest. Not reacting much -apart from raising his eyebrow- he got up, examining Coil, and smiling, slightly. Regardless of that his hair was a bit of a mess, and the earlier mentioned blood on his clothes, he still looked rather handsome.

"It seems I should be going, I'll probably see you around." With that, he left, not sure just what Coil was thinking about him now.

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As the city itself slowly sorted out the disaster that had happened, the day passed and it became evening. While it would take time to rebuild what Psyclone had destroyed, it was not an unusual occurrence in the city for something to get destroyed, and there were ways to fix it in less time. In the meanwhile our heroes and villains, those involved with the incident and those not, continued their lives, as the sky grew darker.

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Specter

He was going through the folders in his own home, though it was difficult to do without causing everything to scatter and become lost to him. It was frustrating, to be sure, but he needed that one little piece of information.

Where was it... who was it?

The Specter had a goal in mind. It would take a while to find out just what he needed, but for now, laying low was fine with him too. His mind still felt like a mess, the pain of not only having died, but having decided to not use his name anymore. He knew that it would be better to do it like this, but the thought of never seeing his friends or family again made him feel more than a little down. And then there was the anger, anger for having gotten killed, not only once, but twice! By criminals, who didn't care about anyone but themselves, who made an effort to kill as many people as possible.

How incredibly pathetic.

What had Frederick done during his life? Been a fair judge, sure, but was that really justice? Giving those who had taken the chance of justice away from others, fairness, was that truly what he wanted to do?

I no longer care.

He wouldn't care anymore. This was about revenge, it would be just that. And he didn't care who he would have to commit injustice against in order to do it, even if he aimed for those who were involved and no one else. In the end, that was all he could do, be a destructive force of anger, and try to direct it towards those who had earned it.

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Tim Merridy

Tim had finally run into Tom, though the latter hadn't been too happy to see him in the Lord Magnificent persona, asking him why he was out of bed. Tim, not being too eager to explain why, hadn't responded, though he had willingly dismissed the goo-armor when they were out of sight, and followed Tom back to the apartment. He had asked the other if he had seen George, and then concluded that if Tom hadn't seen him, George had to be fine. Definitely.

He has to be fine, he was just going to do something... doesn't need to even have been in the same direction.

Regardless, they were both rather quiet when walking to the apartment. Not really a good idea discussing super-hero -and villain- stuff in the middle of the street. When they first got there, he sat down, exhausted with everything aching, and looked to Tom.

"I was only walking around like that because it's easier to move," he explained, not mentioning the fact that he had been a little worried. "I wasn't going to actually kick up a fuss. Besides," he looked to his twin. "I've been spending a while with your friend, George. He came here, looking for you, and then we ended up eating breakfast instead." He grinned, though he was definitely a bit red.

I wonder if I should ask Tom about... well, about that.

Might as well, Tim didn't like feeling timid, and he definitely didn't like acting the part.

"So, about that friend of yours... do you know if he's into guys?" Tim asked, poking at his own bandages, not really looking at Tom. "I mean, it's cool if he's not, but... you know, he's rather cute, don't you think?" While he had no real idea of whether Tom was like him or not, he figured that they were identical twins, if one was into both genders, so was the other, right? He grinned to Tom, looking at him now, more red than before.

"You wouldn't be mad if I went for him in that case, right?"

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Sirius Hamilton

Despite his rush, Sirius managed to get back to the hotel in time for the meeting with this Daniel Luxe. Having chosen an entirely new shirt because of the other one being bloody, he was currently wearing a black pair of pants, a dark green shirt, as well as a decent pair of shoes. Over this, he had a dark coat and a grey scarf, matching his eyes. With his hair tended to, he definitely looked more like someone fit to step inside the hotel, and that was what he was hoping, lest Daniel Luxe just decided to leave him outside. As he waited, he looked through the folder he had brought, with some of his paintings. Wouldn't be much use for someone to see his talent if he didn't show what he could do, after all.

I wonder if he'll get here soon, though.

He doubted he had been tricked -it would be silly for Mr. Luxe to give him his actual number if he was just going to leave him standing there-, and Sirius checked his clock again. It still was a couple of minutes till it was the exact time they had promised to meet up.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

[HEADING=3]Daniel Luxe[/HEADING]

It was quite some time after the incident downtown that Daniel made his way back to the hotel. Though he had no luck in finding the one thing he came to the city for, it was at the very least an interesting day. Then there was the matter of his current prospects, the young artist he was currently on his way to meet. With any luck he would've cleaned up so they would let him through the doors without fuss, because that would surely curtail the meeting very quickly. Much to the demon's relief, the man had done just that. Daniel walked up to the darkly dressed man, a green shirt being the only color he seemed to possess.

"Ah, Mr. Hamilton, so glad you could come," Daniel said, opening his arms in a welcoming gesture before clasping his hands together in front of himself. "Let's head on in, shall we?" He led Sirius up the stairs of the hotel's entrance where the commissionaire was at the ready. The demon nodded to the man that held the door open, tipped him for his service, the stepped into the grand foyer. The floor was comprised of white, polished marble, with finely woven carpets laid out like walking paths. The walls the same marble with ornate carvings lining the bottom and columns at every corner containing equally elaborate engravings. Bellhops were loading and offloading luggage with impressive alacrity, a row of concierges were handling customers, and traffic flowed to and from the café, lounge, bar, and diner. It seemed every facet of the hotel was lively and in operation as many people with varying perceptions of 'business' were starting or wrapping up the day's work. "Lo and behold, Mr. Hamilton. The Winnfield Tower."

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

The sky was growing dark and across the bay, the city was beginning to light up. Meanwhile in the warehouse, shadows loomed throughout. Though intermittently the dark depot was illuminated with arcs of electricity that danced between the exposed wires. At the end of the opposing cables was the generator that resounded with growing intensity, the internals working fervently as it struggled to contain the power flowing into it. The issue was the lack of supervision. If the doctor was conscious, he could have some control over the process. But for the moment, he was still a limp heap on the warehouse floor.

The machine began to shake, panels began to loosen and rattle. The electrical discharges increased in frequency and size. The strobes painted the warehouse in white light. The hum of the device turned into a whine, then a shriek as it neared its breaking point. Suddenly one of the panels exploded upwards as a beam of energy shot up towards the ceiling. It melted a hole through the warehouse roof with its intense heat and continued to project into the darkening sky.

Across the bay, the city's lights flickered briefly then completely went out. The generator was expelling power at an incredible rate, only to pull even more power from the city's grid to counteract it. It was far too efficient in its operation. Soon it became more than underground transformer could handle until it too burst with energy. Though the explosion of the transformer was violent to a greater extent. Further along the wharf, the asphalt broke and smoke began to pour from the opening. With its source of power destroyed, the beam coming from the generator shimmered and finally went out.

In the city, while breaker switches were still flipped, many places' emergency lighting systems were activating. The sky above the wharf was dark again. The warehouse was quiet. The air smelled of ozone. And the doctor was slowly regaining consciousness...

 

[hiei82]

Mina​

"...Of course Chief O'Connell; my company would be more than willing to provide you the training. We'd never expect your officers to use the equipment without proper training. As for the delivery, the first shipment should be ready on Monday, but we can have the first few off the line delivered by midday tomorrow to begin the training and allow you and the Mayor make the announcement.?

Mina kept speaking with the Chief of Police for nearly another hour with the Chief of Fire/Rescue and the Mayor or her aids joining and dropping in from time to time as the meeting continued. Since the Chief of Police was largely involved with the financial side of things, he'd been forced onto the meeting the entire time. Mina didn't mind so much; after all she was making plenty of money out of the deal. The rest were busy exiting and dealing with all the other issues of the horrible day.

"So let me confirm this. You need 10 fully-equipped suits by 4:00 tomorrow plus an additional 590 by the end of the week with another 400 being delivered in lots of 10 to each of the fire departments with further suits to be delivered. 1000 new suits will be delivered annually. Training will be provided as part of the deal. All replacement costs due to defective units will be handled by my company, but those damaged in the field will be repaired or replaced at your expense. Final cost will be 400 Million this year with an additional 50 Million each year for the annual suit replacements. I will also appear for the announcement this afternoon to show my company's involvement. Is this correct?"

It was correct. In her mind, Mina had a wide smile on her face. Everything was going according to plan. All that was left was to trigger Aldric and Coil for the final act and she could sit back and let the game play itself out. "Then on that note, I'll see you all at 4:00 tomorrow. Have a good day Ms. Mayor, Chief O'Connell." From there, she made her way out; she had other things to deal with
She quickly called up her limo and made her way out of the central district. She had a possible-issue, possible-opportunity to investigate. Her driver took her across town to one of the many newly-damaged buildings. What made this one special was the bright flash of light that erupted from it; separate from Aldric's doing. While it was - theoretically - just a warehouse, she didn't like the idea of leaving the one building that had been damaged by someone other than Aldric or Psyclone to chance.

As she arrived, she had her driver/bodyguard remain with the limo. Due to her powers, he was mostly just for show anyway. Inside the broken down warehouse was the remains of a lab. Clearly some sort of science facility that was off-the-books. This concerned her; SHE was supposed to be the only one in this city with secret labs. If there was another superhero of villain in play, she'd need to nip it in the bud one way or another.

After climbing past some debris, she spotted someone on the ground unconscious. "One of the workers? A Super?" She wasn't quite sure, but he was clearly the best opportunity for answers. "Are you okay sir?" she called out, making her way over to the now-awakening body.

Aldric​

"That's no trouble ma'am. Like I said; the insurance companies and the city are covering most of the damage." Aldric said, faking one of the city's accents. He was dressed up as a plumber/electrician of sorts. He had tools and cards and everything. He'd spent most of the morning helping repair buildings across the city and would be for almost an entire week. Still, it was the last week until the project came to it's beautiful conclusion. It only made sense to spend it working toward that end.

The person he was talking to was a nice elderly woman who'd been kind enough to offer him cookies before his work had started and was currently trying to tip him. He'd refused; he didn't need money for the work. HE had however partaken of the cookies. She'd live a nice life; he'd seen to that.

Once he'd taken the last cookie for the road and waved goodbye, he made his way home for the evening. He had A LOT of places on his list for the next day so he needed his sleep.

Theodore​

Theodore was exhausted. He'd spent the rest of the day in a hospital - this time as a visitor. Between Frederick's sister worried to death about her brother, his constant broadcasts of hope out to the scared people of the city, and his research into the mysterious organization buying up video, he'd been busy as hell. He felt like he?d been up for two days with all the work

During the afternoon, he contacted The Crick about The Specter's condition and his worry that he was mentally unbalanced. He hoped The Crick could solve that problem and told the hero that he could possibly talk down the ghost-man if he could speak with him. He also told him about the Trojan video he'd sent out and how he hoped to track it. All-in-all, it was a long, stressful, and busy day.

The hardest thing was to calm Sofia. She'd almost lost her brother once before; to almost lose him again was wearing on her in a way Theodore couldn't help no matter how much he wanted to. As such, he'd stayed with her since she?d arrived, letting her use his shoulder as needed. The reason he found it so difficult wasn't that he didn't know the words to say; it's that he couldn't say them. Frederick had been very clear that his identity was a secret. Theodore would take that secret to his grave; he'd made that pact and there was no force on earth that could make him give it away. He'd even gone to lengths to keep The Crick out of the loop even as the hero was keeping an eye out for the other. Because of all of it, he knew EXACTLY what to tell Sofia, but couldn't say it. It was eating away at him.

It was perhaps because of this that he sent an email to Rias.

Spoiler: Email

Ms. Rias DeDannan

I've been holding the rain-check for our dinner for far too long. Obviously - with the events of last night - nothing in this city is permanent and it would be a sin for me not to offer you and your crew the well-earned dinner you deserve. Pick any restaurant in the city on whatever day you prefer (I am free all mid-week but can make any time you require) and I'll meet you and your crew there.

Hope you're all well.

Dr. Theodore Loveless
Loveless Media Group

Theodore patted Sofia on the head slightly; everything would be fine.

 

[Lunar Templar]

Rias

After taking the hero the hospital and leaving her in the care of the medical professionals there, Rias just went home and spent a few hours replying to messages and phone calls asking if she was ok, She even got an E-mail from Loveless, though that was about setting up that dinner for her and her crew more then him checking in on her.

Her reply was simple, she told him she was ok due to the place she worked being far enough away and was out of the way of the shock wave. She told him Wednesday was good and about a little 'mom and pop' place she'd found with the absolute best Italian food she'd ever had that sits just out side the city limits.

After she sent that, she sit down with the meal she'd started cooking a little bit ago and wondered why things where suddenly getting so much worse then usual.



Karen

Karen, now home after her trip to the hospital, though still very much 'unfit for duty' simply lay in her bed, the pain in her body largely numbed due to the meds, still she couldn't help but worry about Crick and Coil, mostly Crick though. She also worried about 'what was next', some one gave Pysclone that blimp, they'd have had to since he didn't seem the type to just 'have' something like that on hand. She sighed, which hurt to a minor degree. It was starting to look more and more like she was right and some one WAS trying to elevate some villains to a higher status, and they needed to find this person before something worse happens.

 

[IFS]

Tess

"You're rather pretty too, if you don't mind me saying. I'm not asking for your name because of-- It seems I should be going, I'll probably see you around."

Well that was unusual, she thought to herself. Sirius certainly seemed to be an odd individual, apparently emotionless with strange powers, and not bad looking himself she noted as he left. Interesting guy, I'll probably see him again the way things have been going, maybe next time I won't be in this stupid outfit.

For now she needed to focus on getting home, her leg was still a little sore though she could walk fine. I think I'll be taking the rest of the night, maybe tomorrow too, off of heroing. God it's tiring, why does anyone do this?

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Evening
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Tom

"You wouldn't be mad if I went for him in that case, right?"

It had been bad enough to find Tim running around in his goo-suit after everything else that had happened, though at least his brother hadn't been causing any real trouble, and didn't fight him. But now he was asking about stuff like this? It didn't really matter to Tom, it was just rather awkward.

"I don't know what George is into," Tom said "and I'm not into guys, so not really qualified to comment on the cute thing either."

What interest does he have in George? Does he really find him cute or is this some weird scheme or joke?

"Ask him out if you want I guess, just don't cause trouble for him," Tom said "he's not the most confident guy, so I don't think he'd take some of your shenanigans very well."

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George

Not again...

He'd just been leaving the restaurant hadn't he? And now it was evening, the news was talking about a blimp attack on the city, and his stomach felt like he'd eaten something that wasn't sitting well. Maybe I just came back here and went to sleep, yeah that's probably it. How else had he wound up back in his apartment after all?

He sighed, he needed to do something about this. If it was epilepsy or something... that could be bad. Maybe I'll see a doctor soon about this.

 

[DarkRawen]

Tim Merridy

"I don't know what George is into, and I'm not into guys, so not really qualified to comment on the cute thing either."

Tim raised an eyebrow, surprised. "You're not into guys? You sure? I mean, I'm not exclusively into guys, but..." he trailed off for a moment. "You know, we're identical twins, right? Shouldn't that be like, genetics?" He examined Tom, a bit confused, but also a bit annoyed over how uncomfortable Tom seemed to think it was.

It's not like I'm giving him any details.

"Besides, there's no need to be all awkward about it, if you get to tell me what to do, I get to tell you about my crushes. Both girl and guy crushes, that's what you signed up for when wanting to be the older brother. And he's your friend, so I thought that if anyone knew, it'd be you."

Tim leaned on a pillow, waiting for Tom to continue.

"Ask him out if you want I guess, just don't cause trouble for him. He's not the most confident guy, so I don't think he'd take some of your shenanigans very well."

"I know, he's... well, he's so precious! So quiet, and fragile, and I just want to pick him up and hug him, and make him smile," he said, almost squeeing where he sat. "Do you think he'd be more likely to say yes if I kidnapped him for a while?" Tim continued, the question an honest one. "You know, not like, harming him, but just taking him away for a while, like a true villain?" His expression showed that there was some determination in this, depending on what Tom said, Tim might just try to do something like that.
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Sirius Hamilton

"Ah, Mr. Hamilton, so glad you could come. Let's head on in, shall we?"

"Of course, Mr. Luxe," Sirius replied, making sure that he looked respectable enough by using the reflection in a nearby window. Then he followed Daniel inside. If the outside of the building was impressive, then the outside was indescribable. Marble floor and columns, beautiful carpets, and more life than one could imagine from just looking at it. Sirius knew that even if he had taken his sketchbook and pens out, he'd be spending hours just working out the basic details of what he saw.

"Lo and behold, Mr. Hamilton. The Winnfield Tower."

"It's beautiful," Sirius said, as he looked around. He couldn't help but feel that his monotone tone was rather unfit for a place like this, he really did think it was marvellous, but he didn't have the emotions to be excited over it. "It's really, really impressive," he continued, trying to sound more excited, but mostly failing.

I suppose it's best to mention it before he gets insulted or feel like I'm not happy about this.

"I'm sorry if I sound a bit... bored, I sort of lack a lot in the emotional department. But I'm really thankful for being allowed inside, I really am."

 

[TheNaut131]

The Crick

Terry awoke to a symphony of sound, he could hear the sounds of doctors talking to patients, the beeps and alarms of multiple medical devices, every step, every impact, every little vibration in the room that created noise. And that was only this floor. He could hear the footsteps and voices from above and below his hospital floor. He could even hear the bustling of people outside the hospital, sirens from emergency vehicles, and a jumbo jet that had just taken off.

He fell out of his hospital bed, covering his ears, trying to focus his hearing as a pair of hands held onto him and help him up.


"Hey, I gotcha, relax..." Officer Wilkins said as he helped Terry up, as Terry's finally focused his hearing to a reasonable range. He relaxed as the onslaught of sound subsided and he stared at the old friend. There was some blood on Wilkin's uniform but it wasn't his own. Terry could see that he'd had a long day. But even still, Wilkins had time to check on The Crick.

"Thanks-" Terry stopped as he and grabbed his head frantically, but sighed with relief. His helmet was still on, the upper half of his face was still covered.

"You've had a busy week, son. You're lucky I picked you up, I told them to keep your helmet on and kept anyone a bit too curious out."

"And the rest of my suit?"

"Other side of your bed." He said, pointing to the partial mangled green and yellow exo-skeleten that smelled like charcoal.

"They had some trouble getting your 'boots' off, or springs, or...you're legs aren't real, are they?"

"My legs are very 'real', don't worry about," Terry said quickly, not wanting to allude to his disability. "But thank you, you're a life saver...literally by the looks of it." Terry said, looking down at bandages along his stomach. His suit had kept him save, but it couldn't stop all the debris from at least nicking him pretty badly. He sat back in the bed and stared at the ceiling.

"Psyclone's dead. He's fucking dead. And I didn't learn anything from him...nothing but a name. Al. Allen? Alfred? Who knows."

"Don't worry about it, in my line of a work a name is always better than having nothing to work with at all. Though, Knowing you kid, you're probably all bent up about not saving him, right? Well all I can say is don't be, he was a menace and at least the department got something out of this."

"Didn't he blow up the police department?"

"Yes, he did indeed do that, but apparently someone somewhere is fed up with the departments inability to handle super-villains. So we're getting a bunch of new equipment. Some high tech suits. Looks like you won't be the only tinman walking around.

"Well...that certainly is interesting," Terry said as he got up, wincing slightly. He motioned for officer Wilkins to stay seated as Terry strapped into what was left of his suit. "I've got some work to do and I hope you can do something with the name 'Al.'"

And with that The Crick was back on the clock.

He spoke to his parents over the phone about the days events. They wanted him home, they wanted him to take a break. He knew he couldn't do that and hung up before they could say otherwise. Something twisted was happening in Neutropolis and he had to speak to Loveless.

Who had apparently left him a message, The Crick thought as he entered the makeshift lair he'd been fixing up in the abandoned subway lines. He was gonna have to bring the other heroes down here at some point, they would love it. But right now, Loveless's message seemed to be about The Specter. As he brought up the message, The Crick entered his "Workshop." He found the back-up suit he'd been developing, a green and black color-scheme as opposed to his traditional green and yellow. As he equipped it, he looked a the shadow in the corner, a series of parts around an incomplete frame.

"I gotta find time to finish you...maybe you could've helped today." The Crick said as the software on his suit finished initializing.

"Now what could possibly be wrong with The Specter?"

The Crick listened to the message.

And was out of the old subway line, jumping across rooftops in minutes, frantically looking for the lost soul.

He began calling Loveless.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

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

The doctor groaned as his senses were slowly coming back to him. The room felt like it was spinning, so he decided to limit his actions to lying on the floor for as long as he needed. His muscles were screaming at him, he'd never felt so sore. Though he supposed that's what happens when an incredible amount of electricity courses through one's body and sends them flying across a warehouse. Something had gone wrong while he was unconscious, he was sure of it. The warehouse was silent which meant the generator certainly wasn't running. He doubted his touch alone shorted the electrical systems. More likely it overloaded. It was unstable. Not ready for proper charging. I was moving too fast, Vinzenz thought. I was overeager, blinded, foolish, stu-

"Are you okay sir?"

A voice. Not the one that sometimes came from the deeper recesses of his mind, but a very present voice. This voice had a body. A woman's, certainly. As to what business she had being there, Vinzenz could only guess. Regardless of that, if he didn't want authorities to be alerted of a catatonic man in an abandoned warehouse that held a device that just recently exploded, which he most certainly didn't, he figured it was about time to show some signs that he was actually conscious. "Vat...ugh..." Vinzenz began weakly as he sat up, taking an agonizing effort to do so. "Vat are you do...who are you? Vy are you here?"

[HEADING=3]Daniel Luxe[/HEADING]

"I'm sorry if I sound a bit... bored, I sort of lack a lot in the emotional department. But I'm really thankful for being allowed inside, I really am."

"There's nothing to apologize for," Daniel said comfortingly. He turned towards Sirius and looked him over, noting the same blankness from the first time he saw the man. "I suspected as much. You'd be surprised just how many people there are like yourself. Besides, it's certainly not my place to judge. And no need for thanks, not just yet. There's still more to see, and plenty to discuss. But first things first...am I to understand that you understand why I've taken it upon myself to invite you here this evening?"

 

[hiei82]

Theodore​

Theodore was just adding Rias to his calendar when his phone began to vibrate. The image of his calendar was replaced with a "restricted number" logo. All things said and done, he had a few guesses as to who it was. Looking to his side, he could see Sofia resting. "Theodore speaking." he said quietly, holding the phone to his ear.

Mina​

"Vat are you do...who are you? Vy are you here?" The man said.

German accent? Mina thought, a little surprised. For a moment, she wondered what Aldric would say. "Mina Fukao. I noticed the explosion earlier and that it wasn't caused by the blimp. With emergency services overloaded, I thought I'd check to make sure everyone was okay." she said as she got closer. Once close enough, she offered the man a hand up.

 

[TheNaut131]

The Crick

"Theodore speaking."

"Loveless, I'm gonna start by being honest here. I have no idea how to help The Specter. I'll do what I can, but if he really thinks he's dead and that he IS a specter...look, beam any info about his body's condition into my head. All of it. I need to know and more importantly if I can get him to think rationally, he'll want to know too."

The Crick stopped and listened. He focused, sweeping his hearing across the city, through the air. Something felt different about his power. He didn't have time to think about it, The Specter was in danger.

Or maybe an untouchable telepathic man filled with rage and dread over the fact he was dead thought was a danger to the city..

The Crick shook away the thought. No. He's not Psyclone. He needs help.

?"But first I need your help. Where Specter could be right now? You seem to know him a lot more than I do apparently. I'll try his communicator but I have a feeling he won't answer."