The Super Hero RP Deluxe! (Closed, Started)

[Lunar Templar]

Karen

Karen set her jacket on the near by chair, then gave her friend a hug, as Mina had gotten up and moved toward her, though stopped. "Reports of my death where exaggerated." she said as she let Mina go from the hug "I'm not surprised you all thought I was dead though, I almost was, and with where I was and what I am now, and the shattering of my pendant, the link to Kitsu is gone, there'd have been no way for him to know to tell you I barely survived" Karen said as she took a look around the office impressed by who far Mina had gotten."It's kind of a long story though, you free for a bit or do you have some important meting or appointment coming up soon? Karen asked, she knew Mina would want to hear what happen but she did want to make sure she wasn't interfering with something important.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Alex/Blink

The day had arrived. All this week, Alex had been shadowing the Ditelli members and confirming they were to attend the festival and with the Doctor's listening devices, he knew for certain they would be there. Around noon, the Ditelli clan would roll up and attend the festival maybe drink a few beers along with some mingling. They would bring security but nowhere near as heavy as it usually would. This would be a public event with police and cameras everywhere. What firearms they would be packing would be pistols and the like which Alex could work with. Eve though Anthony himself wouldn't be there, he only needed one of the wretched clan.

"For her Alex... do it for her." Alex said to himself as he wrapped his fists and readied himself as he peered from a rooftop but making sure he wasn't spotted by any police officers. Security had gotten tighter ever since a super villain wrecked some buildings awhile back but getting around was relatively easy because of his powers. Alex clung close to the shadows on this relatively clear day. He shot a glance to the sky, temporarily relishing the sky before peering down. Alex saw a group of eight men walking in a tight formation around one of his Anthony's lieutenants. He was tall but a wiry kind of tall. One good punch would knock him out cold but the problem was getting through his eight bodyguards in the middle of the group.

He sent the Doctor a text message, hoping that the Doctor would be able to see it. It read:

Ready the warehouse

The Ditellis were passing near him. It was now or never. He donned his balaclava. With a leap, he jumped from the ledge of the two-story building and blinked. In an instant, he was behind the entourage and before they could fully respond, he cracked one of the them in the back of their head with his brass knuckles. The goon was down before he even registered the hit. His buddy next to him saw his buddy collapse but he turned to see fist collide into his face. Alex's haymaker sent the thug spinning towards the rest of the entourage. They whirled around to see why the man's face had suddenly caved in but Alex blinked. He appeared a few feet away and to the side. He delivered a fast jab to a thug's throat before giving a fast uppercut. Blood dripped from the thug's mouth as Alex realized that the thug had bit a portion of his tongue off. Before he could observer any further, he teleported to the opposite side and tried to attack the two guarding the flanks. He grabbed the both of them by the collar and teleported some distance above the group. They were both suspended in the air but Alex teleported back to the ground as the two guards came crashing down onto the rest of them.

People began to scream and shout as the fight took place. He heard the familiar sound of a camera going off as he dodged a punch from one of the three remaining bodyguards. Alex was beginning to tire now as he had some difficulty concentrating but he still was able to deliver brutal punch to the man's ribs. He recoiled in pain but the thug didn't seem to show it in his face. Alex was getting frustrated so he blocked a hook then locked his arm around the thug's before delivering a tazer to the man's throat. The thug screamed in excruciating pain before collapsing to the ground. After seeing Alex's brutal display, the last two bodyguards dropped their weapons and ran, melting into the crowd that now surrounded Alex. The thin man, seeing his options disappearing fast, pulled out a handgun on Alex. His shaky sights were centered on Alex but Alex didn't seem to mind.

"G-get back! I swear I'll-" Alex didn't let him finish his sentence as he teleported to the side of the man, punching him the square in the jaw. The man fell flat on his back as Alex picked up his handgun. Alex scanned the crowd before aiming his gun at the man.

"This man kidnapped my sister and he's probably kidnapped dozens of sisters, daughters and mothers all for the sake of profit." Alex said to the crowd. His body was shaking with adrenaline but his voice sounded somewhat composed. "This man traffics people and he's willing to hurt children. I want all of you to see what this man deserves."

Alex cocked the handgun and raised to the man's scared eyes as dozens of spectators around them began taking pictures and videos. This is what he wanted. The other superheroes might be facing off against the villeins of the world but real change had to start at the bottom.

 

[TheNaut131]

Terry

"This man traffics people and he's willing to hurt children. I want all of you to see what this man deserves."

"And what does he deserve exactly?" The Crick called out as he landed in front of the crowd.

At events like this, Terry enjoyed making "surprise appearances". Typically The Crick show up, hand out some cotton candy, tell kids not to do drugs, maybe use his Fiddler's to put on a show, and just sorta hang out for the rest of the fair, carnival, festival, etc. He also hung around to make sure no showoff-ish villains showed up to ruin everyone's fun, especially after the "Hornet-Chick" incident a few years back. Overall, he liked seeing families smile and hated seeing kids cry. This, on the other hand, was something a bit more complicated.

The sound of the gun shots sent The Crick rushing over, but something in the distance made him do a double take. The Crick recognized the poofs of red he'd seen from across the fair grounds. Blurry security camera footage and crappy street cams caught glimpse of him but never got a good still image. The best they'd ever gotten was a close up on what seemed to be a skull staring out from a dark corner as the mist dissipated.

This was the Jumper. Red Mist.

"Red Mist, right? Or is there something else you go by? I'd just like to take this moment to say you do good work. Sure you leave you leave your perps...a bit more bruised than necessary, but overall, you do good work man. I mean, these are some horrible men and you just apprehended them in a matter of seconds. Seriously, bravo, that's what I like to see. And I'd like to keep it that way"

Terry slowly stepped closer to Red Mist. He could hear the Red's heart trying to beat its way out of his chest. He had the gun pointed at the man's head and despite the firmness of his voice to the crowd, The Crick could hear the slight wavering in his voice and the ever faint and nearly unnoticeable shaking of the gun in his hand.

"We're going to show the people of Neutropolis what these men deserve. We're gonna hold em until the police arrive and then they're all gonna be thrown in prison for a long time. Maybe you can stick around for a bit, get some hotdogs, mingle a bit."

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Gerald

Gerald finished dawning his new suit and looked at himself. Psyclone had the same general appearance, except his costume was more textured, more dramatic, more intimidating, and actually seemed combat ready. His poncho rustled in the cool draft that flowed through the upper floors of the condemned building. He felt different as he turned away from the shattered class he used as a mirror and stared out over the city. He felt like he could just reach out...and make the world spin faster. And faster. And faster and faster and faster and faster and faster till every single obstacle in his way was flung from the face of this planet. Leaving him as the winner, the champion, the ************ at the top.

And yet...something was missing. Like a void was filling his chaotic heart.

Which he decided to fill by whipping out his bitchin' claymore!

"Okay, lets give this shit a test run before I make my appearance." Psyclone said to himself.

He sliced and dashed and thrust with all his might and came to one obvious conclusion: He didn't have the slightest fucking clue to to properly use a sword but he knew he could fucking wreck house with it. And with his powers, anything could became a weapon really. And actual weapons themselves became fucking harbingers of destruction. He tested this by having the claymore spin like a plane propeller and slice through exposed pipes and torn up walls. Flung it across the room like a flying saw blade and brought it back to himself.

"I feel so fucking fancy right now," Gerald yelled out to the invisible crowd around him. "Now lets do some real damage!"

A vortex surrounded the blade of the sword, increasing in intensity. Gerald pulled back, a monstrous grin on his face, and sliced through the air. There was a loud back and onlookers from across the street watched as the entire floor of the building collapsed in on itself.

And the rest of the building began to fall in on itself.

Gerald hovered towards the ground, ignoring the debris behind him, forming a protective vortex around himself.

"Time for us to be the newest attraction at this years festival." He said in a low voice to the sword.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

"Maybe you can stick around for a bit, get some hotdogs, mingle a bit."

"Its not that simple." Alex said to the Crick. He had seen this one all over the news in the stuff he's done. The Crick did lots of work in front of the camera and a textbook definition of what a superhero should be. Sadly, Alex didn't want that. "How can you be so sure that this man won't be released after one or two years? It could be shorter considering his ties to the Ditelli and once he gets out, he's going to do the same thing. He's going to kidnap little girls and sell them like cattle." Alex focused back on the man and a flush of anger began creeping up his neck. Stick to the plan...

"Criminals like him don't learn in prison. They learn through things like this." Alex pointed the gun at the man's leg and fired. The gunshot sent screams into the crowd as the man grabbed at the gaping hole in his leg. Alex focused back on the Crick. "You can take these ones but he's coming with me. Now go back to posing with children, Crick."

He grabbed the man's collar and began walking away from Crick.

 

[TheNaut131]

Terry

"You can take these ones but he's coming with me. Now go back to posing with children, Crick."

The Crick jumped onto the stage and handcuffed the men to a railing. He glared at them from behind his helmet. Kidnapping. Human trafficking. Child abuse. Enabling rapists and pedophiles. Gang violence. These men were the worst of the worst. He couldn't help but feel the twinge. A voice in his head saying "Red Mist has a point. Let him go. Let him take that piece of human vile. He should take the rest. He should make them suffer. At least let him take one."

The Crick shook it off. He couldn't. He couldn't just let Red Mist walk away and do whatever he had planned with him. The Ditellis had to be punished under the law. And Red Mist had to be stopped. Security ran onto the scene to deal with the men and a couple began making their way to Red Mist, aiming their guns at him. The Crick motioned for them to hold back and jumped ahead, landing in front of Red Mist.

"Heads up, I have no power over the men behind. And something tells me you can't teleport THAT far. If you could, you wouldn't be here right now. Or you're trying to make a point. All I know for sure is that I'm not gonna let you leave. I can't let you just torture and murder him just cause you're capable of doing it. You have all the right to hate these men, to despise their very being but you can't do this. Not like this. Not at all. Look, I'm...I'm sorry for what happened to your sister. I really am. I can't even begin to imagine the pain you feel. But I know there's nothing else I can say to convince you to leave this man in police custody."

The Crick's fiddlers shot from their shoulder mounts and began silently rotating around Red Mist.

"I'm gonna give you a chance to just poof out of here. But the window is closing. So what's it gonna be?"

 

[IFS]

Tom

"So get up, else I'll appropriate the bed for myself and push you out."

Tom groaned and rolled out of bed "Tim, what are you doing?" he said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The last week had been rather exhausting for him and he was glad to have at least a little bit of a reprieve, though he should have known that Tim would make that difficult as well.

As if it hadn't been exhausting enough with school and work he'd also had to try and keep an eye on Tim, something that he knew he needed to be doing a better job of. He'd heard reports of incidents, at least one of which was certainly Lord Magnificent, that he hadn't been able to stop. Maybe I should just talk to him about it, see if I can convince him to stop... but then I've never actually caught him transforming...

"What time is it anyways?" he asked as he finished getting up, come on I'm sure there are heroics to be done. Heroes don't sleep on the job!

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Tess

Tess was bored, there hadn't been much to do lately other than deal with small time criminals and while that was entertaining enough it got old fast. Where is the challenge? I don't get to scheme, pull off any heists or execute plans its all walking around and reacting to stuff. There was only one thing to do: call Mina and try to set something up, she was certain her employer would welcome the opportunity to accelerate their plot anyways.

That in mind she dialed Mina's cell and waited for her to pick up, opening with "Hey I'm getting bored here and people aren't paying me enough attention, we need to set up something impressive, me taking down some villain or something, could you set that up?"

It was overly direct certainly, but she got the feeling that Mina was not someone who enjoyed wasting time.
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George

One minute he'd been walking down the street, enjoying his day and considering going to the fair, the next he saw a number of cop cars go screaming past sirens blaring. The next thing he remembered was blackness as part of him was pushed back and another part took over.

Gorge

Damn something was happening, something bad given how many cars were heading in that direction. Come to think of it hadn't he heard gunshots a minute ago? They'd been faint but he was certain he'd heard something popping. Likely muffled by distance and buildings. Whatever the actual circumstances he knew one thing, there was an emergency and he was close enough to help.

Stopping only to take a bite out of a chunk of sidewalk, quickly transforming his skin to have the strength of concrete, he started running after the cars, quickly arriving at the scene and finding not only cops but a pair of supers and what looked like a number of injured men. He pushed past the cops, who parted quickly upon recognizing him as a super, to find the Crick holding his sonic drone things hovering around a man with a gun.

"What's going on here?" he asked, the man with the gun looked like the culprit but it was obviously more complicated than that given that the Crick was giving him a chance to let him get away "what are you waiting for Crick?"

 

[DarkRawen]

Frederick Rolls

Frederick didn't even have the chance to enjoy himself before someone started acting up. All he had gotten the chance to do was enter, look at a couple of booths, and exchange a couple of words with a friend from college. Then, chaos had happened. A youth, apparently a hero of some kind, was threatening a member of the mob with a shotgun. The Crick, who seemed to be just about everywhere by now was there, as well as some... other hero.

"Criminals like him don't learn in prison. They learn through things like this."

"I'm gonna give you a chance to just poof out of here. But the window is closing. So what's it gonna be?"

"What's going on here? What are you waiting for Crick?"

Frederick sighed. Did he really want to do something like this?

I mean, what can the Specter do?

Judging from what had happened around a week ago, not too much. However, then it dawned upon him, and he stepped into the whole mess as himself. Frederick Rolls, judge.

"I thought that a hero would try to have better knowledge of the law," he started, and stepped closer to the youth with the gun. It was completely foolish of him to do so, but Frederick wasn't afraid, if only because he had a way to avoid the bullet should the worst thing happen.

...provided he was fast enough first, of course.

"If you shoot this man it will completely invalidate anything you have to say. Any testimony you could provide to ensure that the rest of the mob gets locked up, or even your claims of kidnappings would be worthless. Taking out one man isn't going to do much good. Even if you take out everyone you were gunning for, and it won't be enough. You've already shot him, but if you really have proof of his wrongdoings, that can still be used."

It was an olive branch of sorts, a chance for the anti-hero to still get out of this mostly intact.

"If not, you'll be the one behind bars. Run away, and you'll do nothing good whatsoever, take revenge, and that'll be the last thing you do as a free man. It's not a threat, but reality. I'm trying to help you, and I am inclined to believe at least some of your claims."

If he had been the Specter, he would have reprimanded the Crick for almost letting this guy get away. Now, however, all he could do was to hope the two other heroes understood his intention.

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Tim Merridy

"What time is it anyways?"

As soon as Tom got out of bed, Tim jumped into it, getting underneath the cover before the other had a chance to react. He replied, chuckling.

"About half past five, no need to get up yet." The other seemed surprisingly eager, perhaps he was thinking of playing hero again?

Silly Tom.

Thoughtlessly, he spoke. "You know, Tom, there's no one to save right now either way, anyone'd be asleep now." It took a couple of moments before he realized what he'd just said. When he did, he gasped, and tried to correct his statement, though, without time to think, it was hard to do. While he was a decent liar, it wasn't always the right words sprung to mind. "Err... I mean... I don't think anything's up now."

Was that good enough?

Probably not. He slid the rest of his body, head included, underneath the cover and pretended to be asleep, though not especially convincingly so.

He's not that easily fooled, of course not.

"Hey, you don't mind me borrowing your bed, right?" he finally murmured.

 

[TheNaut131]

Terry

"What are you waiting for Crick?"

"I'm trying not to let this whole thing get out of hand-wait a second, who-"

"I thought that a hero would try to have better knowledge of the law," Said a brown haired man in a suit.

Terry was about to tell him to stand back when the man straight up just told Red Mist the facts. Any chance at justice would be diminished and squashed out if he killed that man. The Crick watched the man, seemingly unafraid of being shot. Of course his heart rate increased, but only ever so slightly. Was he another super or just a guy with conviction. Suddenly it him. It was obvious who this man was.

A pretty badass lawyer.

"Run away, and you'll do nothing good whatsoever, take revenge, and that'll be the last thing you do as a free man. It's not a threat, but reality. I'm trying to help you, and I am inclined to believe at least some of your claims." The man finished.

Terry listened to this and it was sound. Pretty obvious really. The only choices available. Running away fixes nothing except keeping himself out of jail and taking revenge turns him into a full-fledged criminals in the eyes of the law while the rest of these men go on unpunished. It was simple sound logic.

Which is why a sense of sadness fell over Terry.

Red Mist didn't care. He didn't. Or at least it seemed like he didn't. For two reasons.

Logically, Red Mist knows that if he goes to court, they'll have to investigate these claims. Of course, in all this investigating, it'll come down to his sister. Which in turn means looking into her family. And this leads to the identity of Red Mist.

Which is why Terry couldn't help but see a specific air of selfishness emanating from then anti-hero. Under all the claims of "short prison sentences" and "they only learn through violence" was a scared man saving face.

This was a reason 1.

Reason 2 was a lot simpler. Naivete. These men see their own kind slaughtered every single day in one way or another. Sometimes by eachother. Did Red Mist really think one man's death would change anything? Ultimately, if one goes down, another would take his place. Like clockwork. So why kill them at all? Revenge of course, but spitting into the ocean doesn't change a damn thing on either ends. So in the end, it was just self-satisfaction for not standing up to his brotherly duties sooner.

The Crick wasn't a psychologist but those were the two thoughts that passed through his head about Red Mist. Selfishness and insecurity. He didn't say these things out loud. He merely thought them. Which is why he stood ready to spring in front of Frederick when Red Mist ultimately threw all what Frederick was saying in his face.

But still, he couldn't help but feel a tiny bit of pity and hope.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

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

The doctor was lost in his observations as he walked along the streets, pulling a Red Flyer wagon full of electronic and metal scrap behind him. Often he would look around in a mixture of confusion and disdain. This world was very different. Too different for his liking. People dressed strangely. Cleanly, clearly removing the likelihood the grand majority of them were vagrants, but strange nonetheless. Many people had their undergarments showing, weirdly colored clothes, haircuts that looked as if they were more at home in a work of science fiction--it was all very unfamiliar. Vinzenz was out of touch with society before, but this was a disconnection on an entirely new level. He supposed if he hadn't known that things would've been different, it would have been significantly more shocking. He just hadn't guessed the world would've changed so much.

Regardless, it wasn't something that concerned the doctor--he certainly wouldn't be dealing with those people. There was the matter of getting his laboratory fully functional. It was very near completion after having a full week for him to work. He supposed that was another silver lining in his situation. There wasn't anyone to tell him what to do. Sure there wasn't much in the way of control over his work on the part of the Reich, but just their presence and requests were obstructions to his vision. But in his position, the path to his vision was clear as ever.



There was a small chime coming from the doctor's pocket and he quickly fished out his own communicator he constructed.

Ready the warehouse

was the message displayed on the screen. Perfect timing, Vinzenz thought as he approached his makeshift laboratory. He let the wagon rest next to a pile of scrap off to the side and made a quick mental checklist of the things he had prepared. The audio transmitter was simple to build, it only took an afternoon to get it in a minuscule, durable device. As for the warehouse which would undoubtedly serve as a safe house for a time in the near future, it was as ready as it had ever been. Vinzenz managed to procure himself a real desk, a couple of workbenches fashioned from junked kitchen counters, a few chairs, and some notebooks. It was really starting to come together.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Alex

He was drawing them out or at least those who looked to be heroes. He wasn't sure himself who the man in the suit was but him stepping close to him despite him having a gun gave off some telltale hints. It seemed to be that he was a lawyer by the way he described his wrongdoings through logic but none of that concerned him. He couldn't stand here all day and parry wits all day. All the attention was on him now and it was beginning to cloud his judgement but he stuck to the plan. His finger was on the trigger before he lowered his firearm and tossed it to the side. Alex watched as he saw the police let off their triggers and relief pour into the others around him.

"Alright, you've made your point. I don't know what I was thinking..." Alex said, looking around and scanning the crowd but most importantly, the surroundings. He didn't attempt to hide his glances but, acting as how a desperate vigilante would act but then again, he was a bit desperate at this point. He bent over to pick up the wounded Ditelli, stealthily placing one of the Doctor's minuscule sound devices onto the man's body.

He looked back to the police and grabbed the Ditelli by the collar. "Close your eyes." Alex advised the battered man before he teleported to the police officers. The police leaped back by Alex's sudden teleporation. He grinned at their surprise. "Take this man to the hospital as soon as you can. He's lost a lot of blood." Alex said before he teleported to the heroes that had stepped up to confront him. All of this happened in a manner of a few seconds.

"I'm sorry I let my emotions get the better of me." Alex apologized to the Crick before he looked to the brave man in the suit. "You are one brave lawyer. Maybe you should teach me how to argue like that the next time we meet."

 

[hiei82]

Mina​

Mina was mildly embarrassed by the hug. It wasn't so much that it was wrong as how odd it was. Here she was, hugging one of her former friends, the one who was "dead". Considering how the rest of the group of friends were no longer even on speaking terms, it was strange in the extreme.

"Reports of my death where exaggerated. I'm not surprised you all thought I was dead though, I almost was, and with where I was and what I am now, and the shattering of my pendant, the link to Kitsu is gone, there'd have been no way for him to know to tell you I barely survived." Karen said, looking at her office. Based on her words, Karen had missed a great deal of time somehow, suggesting everything was even stranger for her than it was for Mina. "It's kind of a long story though, you free for a bit or do you have some important meting or appointment coming up soon?" Karen asked.

Mina shook her head. "I've got a few appointments, but nothing more pressing than the return of a "dead" friend." she said. She went to her desk to make the movements when her "special" phone rang. "Well, almost nothing." Mina mentally added. Certain projects needed to take precedence. "One moment Karen; I DO have to take this one."

"Hey I'm getting bored here and people aren't paying me enough attention, we need to set up something impressive, me taking down some villain or something, could you set that up?" Tess said almost immediately after Mina picked up. Mina, cognizant of Karen's presence, answered more vaguely than she otherwise would have. "I'm in an important meeting at the moment-" she said so Tess would understand the need to be vague, "-but your request should pass through sometime in the next few hours. I'll send you more details momentarily."

At that, Mina ended the call and sent a quick message to her suit; careful to send the message in such a way Karen couldn't see it. "Weather during festival, watch the skies." At the same time, she smiled and said "Sorry; confidential information." to explain her secretiveness to Karen.

Finally, with that task complete, she phoned her secretary to reschedule all her meetings for today, turned to Karen and said. "And now, I'm all ears."

 

[IFS]

Tom

"You know, Tom, there's no one to save right now either way, anyone'd be asleep now."

Tom froze up for a moment before forcing a laugh "Ha ha, yeah we journalists are always saving people," he said, then yawned. He could only groan inwardly from the knowledge of how early it was, but it didn't look like Tim had already commandeered his bed.

"Hey, you don't mind me borrowing your bed, right?"

"I do mind," he grumbled "I told you that you got the couch..."

He sighed "Whatever, I guess I'll get a head start on the festival, need to attend so I can write about it later. Just stay out of trouble ok? If you want to you can find me at the festival later."

That said he turned and left, grabbing a quick bite to eat before heading out for the festival, hopefully Tim wouldn't get up to much with him away. No doubt he will, I need to figure out some way to handle him I can't risk people getting hurt. There was another worry now as well though, did Tim actually know about his superhero identity? Or had he simply mispoken? It's starting to look like I should confront him anyways, he already seems to know...
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Tess

"-but your request should pass through sometime in the next few hours. I'll send you more details momentarily."

"Excellent," Tess muttered to herself as she put the phone away, now she just needed to bide her time. Might as well check out the festival in town, could even go as Coil see about drumming up some attention in that way.

It was an easy enough decision to reach and she quickly dressed in her costume and set out for the festival with a spring in her step. Hopefully this proves amusing and not irritating, if some idiot spills something on my costume... She doubted she'd get as much attention as some other heroes but there were people out there who paid attention to her already.

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Gorge

"I'm trying not to let this whole thing get out of hand-wait a second, who-"

Gorge nodded, though he refrained from introducing himself as another person entered the scene. An official type judging by his attire and how he spoke, and who fortunately managed to calm the situation down significantly. The teleporting anti-hero turned his target over to the cops even.

No point in my sticking around I suppose. He was certainly glad the situation had turned out the way it did, though part of him felt annoyed that he hadn't been able to do much of anything in his short time out. I'd better get us to the festival then, that's where we were headed to begin with.

"Good work," he said to the man who had defused the situation "I'll be going now."

With that he turned to leave, mentally considering the best spot to drop George off at.

 

[DarkRawen]

Frederick Rolls

The moments of waiting before a reply was somewhat difficult for Frederick. However, it was hard to scare someone who had been stabbed before, at least when there was no knife in the picture, so he kept calm. Finally, the anti-hero spoke.

"Alright, you've made your point. I don't know what I was thinking..."

Frederick couldn't help but smile a bit, relieved. Watching the man give the hostage away to the police, and everything calming down made him feel good. Not as an ego boost, god no, but because there was a chance to bring justice into this case now.

If what he says it true, however...

Why hadn't he heard about that before? It was rather horrible, to be sure.

"I'm sorry I let my emotions get the better of me. You are one brave lawyer. Maybe you should teach me how to argue like that the next time we meet."

"That's fine. The next time you hear something about it, or are unsure of how to proceed, you can give me a call. Let me give you my number," Frederick gave the youth his number, figuring that Crick hadn't learned it by heart. He still wasn't sure why this had gone well.

"My name is Frederick Rolls, by the way, I normally work as a judge, but if you need someone to build a case against the "family", I can help you out. If not... well, stay out of trouble." He smirked, a joke having crossed his mind, but he decided against it. Instead he just looked at the youth. "Got it?"

"Good work. I'll be going now."

Frederick nodded, and watched the odd hero leave, wondering who this individual was as well.

I need to read up on heroes and villains in this town.


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Tim Merridy

"I do mind. I told you that you got the couch..."

"Just this once?" Tim replied, smiling innocently, peeking up from the cover.

Didn't he noticed? Really?

How dense was this guy? More so than Tim, at least, and he would easily admit that he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.

I think it would be a little too rude to ask him if he was dropped on his head, but sometimes I wonder...

Okay, that was just a little bit too mean.

Sorry Tom.

"I'd let you borrow my bed every now and then," he said out loud. "If you were crashing at my place. So please?"

"Whatever, I guess I'll get a head start on the festival, need to attend so I can write about it later. Just stay out of trouble ok? If you want to you can find me at the festival later."

"Why do you keep asking me to stay out of trouble? I'm a good man," Tim replied. "And completely innocent. Have fun, though, I'll probably go find you later today."

However, now I'm going to sleep.

He closed his eyes, and fell asleep quickly, spending the night committing crimes was exhausting, after all.

 

[TheNaut131]

Terry

"I'm sorry I let my emotions get the better of me."

The Crick relaxed. He was glad to see Red Mist wasn't fully lost on the war path. It seemed like this vigilante was still one of the good ones. He called back the Fiddlers, holding one in his hands.

"It's alright," The Crick said quickly. "A lot of people in your position would've tried to do worse. Trust me. All you needed was a moment to think."

He let Red Mist walk off and watched the vigilante speak to Frederick, listening in on their conversation. Frederick Rolls, a judge. He must be a very good judge if he's willing to step in front of a gun just to make sure justice is delivered properly. Hopefully Red Mist would utilize that number and let Mr.Rolls help him handle things properly.

Terry turned to watch the trafficker being carried away but jumped as a high frequency noise sent a shiver through his body.

What the hell was that, Terry asked himself. "Sounded like feedback. But from what?"

Terry walked over to Frederick Rolls.

"Mr.Rolls? Thanks for helping diffuse the situation. Always a good day when everyone goes home in one piece. You did a very brave thing today but something tells me this isn't your first time on the end of a dangerous situation."

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Gerald

"What a nice way for this all to end, don't you think?" Gerald said to the man operating the sound booth.

The sound operating was sweating profusely, shaking slightly, a short whoosh passing over his head every few seconds. He finished wiring the sound ports from Psyclone's suit into the sound board and cranking up the volume. He slowly put his hands in his laps and looked up, staring at the claymore above his head as it slowly rotated. The sound operating looked at it with fear and horror. It seems as if it was waiting, eager for blood to be spilt. He looked back at Psyclone. A weapon is only as good as the wielder.

"Let me tell you something? I've got some amazing friends in amazing fucking places let me tell you. Of course I've never met them, but shit, look at this suit! I mean, these fucking speakers! So compact, so protected, so fitting! They don't obstruct me at all AND they have sound ports! They didn't need to do that but they did! It's fucking beautiful!"

The sound operator only nodded.

W-well, I'm ready to broadcast when you say so...have fun crashing the fair...

Psycone glared at the man.

"Before I have you broadcast, we need to address some shit. You think I'm crashin' the fair? Hell no man! I had a better idea," Psyclone said staring at a particular ride on a security monitor.

"I was thinkin' I'd just open the fair up to everyone! Expand the fair! All. Over. Neutropolis."

 

[Lunar Templar]

"I've got a few appointments, but nothing more pressing than the return of a "dead" friend." Mina said, then a phone rang "One moment Karen; I DO have to take this one.", Karen snickered a bit at the timing of this call, but continued looking around the office at some of the pictures and awards on the walls. "Sorry; confidential information."

Karen simply nodded, figuring it was some important project or something. One quick phone call later Mina said she was ready. Karen sat down in the chair in front of Mina's Desk and began to tell her tale. Karen started with a brief 'what she'd been doing' since the team broke up, which was pretty much exactly what she'd been trying to get the group to do, keeping evil spirits in check while branching out into more 'normal' crime-fighting. She also mentioned some of the heroes she end up meting and becoming friends with, such as Might Guy and The Magnificent MockingJay.

Karen then spoke of The Circle of Throns, a group of evil mages who worshiped a demon as though it where a god, the massive under taking it was to put them down finally. Five teams of eight heroes, and it still didn't sound like it was quite enough man power. Karen mentioned some of the friends she'd lost during that fight during her retelling of some of the battle finer points. But in the end Karen said the mission had been a success, the Thorns leaders where dead or depowered and locked up, though from what Karen had said about the battles there wasn't many left alive, and the Thorns Archives suffer a similar fate, ether caught in the crossfire and destroyed or now safely tucked away in a vault some where, wrapped in layer after layer of protection to keep them out of the wrong hands.

Karen then moved to the part she figured Mina was most interested in. Karen said that a couple months after they broke the Circle she went to investigate some strange disappearances around the Vermont/Quebec border, and found a surviving Thorn mage, a mid ranking one but his 'rank' didn't matter by the time she got there. The mage had just finished summoning, at the cost of his own life, an avatar of the demon they worshiped. Karen said she reported this to Might Guy and his team but they where tied up with Doctor Mechno's latest scheme. Karen said she had no choice but to challenge the demon alone, it was that or let the thing get free and do god knows what to the people before some one could stop it. The Battle Karen described was not a heroic last stand, but a long desperate struggle, Karen's powers not harming the demon as the earth shifted an trebled around them. Karen said she didn't know how long they'd been fighting for but late in the fight the demon suddenly howled as if in pain and looked like it lost a lot of energy. She didn't know what happened but it looked like an opening and she took it, and in finding she could actually harm the demon now, reactivated her 'Leviathan' mode, which in her condition was a bad idea, but she was dieing regardless so it didn't matter and made one last desperate push to put the demon down.

Karen said she the slew the demon but it had barely hit the ground when her pendant shattered and she finally gave into her injury's, and as her vision faded she saw some one with brilliant green eye coming over to her, and as she finally black out, the feeling of some one lifting her. Karen's next line, was literally 'and then I woke up', specifically she started to tell Mina of Ninahallia, Jeduh, and the other Ninahallians, and how Jeduh had saved her and her change, which she showed Mina by materializing her wings and horn. Karen went on the say that even after fully recovering she didn't come back, because she really couldn't come back, the portal that links Ninahallia and other worlds isn't really a good idea to try and use with out the crystals Ninahallian's have, and motioned to the one on her arm, and showed her the one on her belly, as well as the meaning behind there placement. She also said that her time in Ninahallia is why she's still young, as it exists out side the normal flow of time.

It was at this point she pointed out that the Crystals are not given, they grow, and where they grow is based on certain character traits, again using her 'Warrior and Guardian' crystals as an example. She also said that because she had effectively become like them her self, she could not only return, but had new powers of her own. karen then formed a golden orb of energy in her palm.

"'The Light of Evils Bane' is what the Elder, Yahlin called it. Anyway, after I got my powers back, I took some to get get used to them before coming back. Didn't really waste any time once I was back ether, first day and I was helping some rookie take down some tornado creating jack ass, and healing the people that where seriously wounded." Karen said finishing her story.

Spoiler: OOC

@Naught; Yes, I am talking about one of Terrys parents, this is meant to give Karen and Terry a reason to talk at length about his team. So if you wanna have them tell Terry about Karen, go for it.

hint: if you do, best way for Terry to get her attention would be to have him call her 'Leviathan'

@Hiei: 'Leviethan mode' is basically her super mode, figure every one in the group got to that point.

 

[hiei82]

Mina​

Mina listened closely to Karen's story. Partly, this was to finally solve the "death" of one of her old friends and because she'd been worried about her. Partly however, it was to find some set of facts she could check her story against to see if she was REALLY working for Kitsu from beyond the grave.

Mina was of course shocked to discover Karen had not only survived, but replaced her powers with something wholly different than what Kitsu had originally given. It didn't take Mina a lot of effort to put Karen's words together to figure out who her new secret identity was. Aside from Coil, the only unaccounted for superhero in town hero involved in the battle with the weather villain was the woman with the sword.

The moment Karen used her powers in the office, an alarm started ringing. Security started to gather outside the door and several pieces of anti-superhuman technology began to trigger to stop the potential threat. Mina quickly pressed her thumb on a pad on her desk and told the system to "stand down". Unfortunately, being extremely wealthy required certain precautions.

Once everything had settled down, Mina turned to Karen. "Sorry about that; you can't be too careful in a city with this many heroes and villains." she offered in explanation. "Particularly in my line of work." she added with a laugh. After everything had calmed down, Mina became more serious. "Truly though, it's great to have you back Karen; let me know if there's anything I can do to help. I can only imagine how much paperwork you have to do to come back from "legally dead"." Almost as an after thought she asked "Are you going to be in city long?"

Aldric​

Aldric stood near the main stage, waiting for a show to begin. He figured it would only be a matter of time before some fool villain did something big and flashy and dumb, and when they did it would probably be center stage. As such, he had a large bag of snacks which he slowly munched on while sitting in a folding chair he'd "borrowed" from another would-be mugger.

"Any time now..." he muttered to himself, yawning.

Theodore​

Theodore was currently hiding behind a speaker, the reason for which required a rather long story. The short version was there was some kind of crazy villain type in the sound stage. He couldn't be certain, but Theodore thought he might be the same weather villain who'd destroyed half of downtown.

The long version was as follows. After leaving, he'd made his way down to the festival area to setup. He'd spent some time talking with the sound techs, musical artists, and even the crowd. Everything was going well until it was time for him to get ready to broadcast. He'd slipped around into the sound booth only to find the villain threatening one of the sound techs. Acting on his journalistic instincts, he hid behind a speaker and listened.

Apparently, the man wanted to do something with the sound system to "spread the fair". Theodore quickly sent a message with his mind to The Crick's new hero communication system. From there, Theodore did something he never liked to do: he tried to play the hero and delay the villain. It wasn't that he wasn't a good person, he just preferred to make news rather than be news. Reaching out with his mind, Theodore took command of the sound system so that it wouldn't output Psyclone's sound and instead play nothing. Only nothing.

Now he just needed to "not die" - something of a difficult problem he suspected.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

"Got it?"

"Thank you, Mr. Rolls." Alex said. "I'm sure I'll get into contact with you soon enough, especially after today."

Alex inputted Fredrick's number into his phone and giving him a nod as he finished. Alex also reminded himself to text the Doctor about the plan but he needed to talk to the Crick first. He turned to the Crick but he seemed like he was in a hurry so Alex had to be concise with his statement.

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

 

[DarkRawen]

Frederick Rolls

"Mr. Rolls? Thanks for helping diffuse the situation. Always a good day when everyone goes home in one piece. You did a very brave thing today but something tells me this isn't your first time on the end of a dangerous situation."

He smiled a wry smile. "If you think the only ones who get death threats are politicians, you're very much mistaken." He didn't have more to add to that, there had been a couple of episodes, the one getting him stabbed by far the most extreme, but he had no intention of letting the Crick know about those kinds of things.

"Now, I'm flattered, but I'm sure that you already had everything under control," he replied, and thought about leaving. This was a little too much attention for his liking, with a lot of people still looking their way.

I mean, I'm fine when I'm on a scene or in a courtroom. But this is... different.

He was called a hero, and he certainly did what he could to help. However, acts like these were just speaking, him doing something silly because he thought it was the right thing to do. Not... well, not heroic.

"Thank you, Mr. Rolls. I'm sure I'll get into contact with you soon enough, especially after today."

"I hope that's the friendly kind of contact," he joked and nodded. "I'll be waiting, then."

Is it dangerous for me to give someone else this kind of information?

Nah, it couldn't be. Violent or not, this was a hero.

Besides, I have the advantage of surprise, if anything ever happens.

He was about to leave, though, stuck around a little more when he heard that the anti-hero wanted to talk to the Crick about the other heroes and such.

This might be important.

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Tim Merridy

Tim woke up at a more comfortable time than he had awakened Tom at, and stretched. It felt pretty good to sleep in a bed again, a week spent on a couch was 6 days too much, even if it was a pretty soft couch. He wondered if Tom really had left, and, glancing into the rest of the apartment, he had.

Wow, I thought he was joking.

He was sort of feeling bad now, having chased out his own brother that early in the morning. Then again, he was supposed to be evil, no use getting worked up over something like this.

Hopefully he's not too sulky about it.

Deciding to get food at the fair/festival, Tim put his jacket on and started walking. It was a pretty nice day, probably one that would be better with a little bit of trouble, but he was waiting for the evening.

Or... am I?

As he could see the festival stalls in the distance, he stopped, and smirked.

I have a feeling it will be much more fun if I do it now.



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Sirius Hamilton

It was a bit regretful that Ash still had closed their bond. Because of that, Sirius couldn't borrow her emotions anymore. Even worse, he wasn't allowed to leave his apartment until he healed up, as the stitches could go apart. He'd have to cancel any sort of meet up, his date with Ash included. At first, he had thought that he'd manage to stay inside during that time.

Even so, Sirius found that it wasn't as easy as he had expected. He had paintings to finish, but he couldn't sketch anything due to his favourite pencil getting blown away to god knew where. Finally, he had gotten enough and gone to the art-shop. There he picked up pencils and a new sketch-book, though, when done he didn't want to go home.

There's no one to talk to at my apartment.

Even he got tired of the silence. It didn't help that his TV had started making funny noises and shut itself off a couple of days ago. Besides, he wanted to be walking around, something about him being supposed to be still made it a lot harder to do just that.

There's the festival.

He thought. Sirius doubted he could pull of a date like this, but he could at least take a look, sketch a sketch then go home. Following the crowds of people, he found the entrance quickly enough. It was very lively, people were talking everywhere, and the ones behind stalls were asking people to come see what they had there. Sirius took a look everything, though, really, it was a lot to take it. Finding a good place to stand, he started sketching, only to notice that something was off.

Haven't I... seen that guy before?

Walking over to the sound-booth, he found the wind-villain he had met before, talking harshly to someone. However, more so, he noticed something else, something, or rather, someone was hiding behind a speaker. Trying to be a bit subtle about it, he went behind the same speaker.

"What are you doing?" he muttered, tone and facial expression completely blank. He tried to keep his voice down so that no one else would hear him. "Who are you, hiding like this?"

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

[HEADING=3]Daniel[/HEADING]

The Winnfield Tower hotel was without question the most luxurious hotel in Neutropolis. Spotless rows of reflective glass wrapped around each of the seventy floors. The entrances were very modern and elegantly simple as one could expect the rest of the hotel to be. The lobby was just starting to come into full swing with bellhops wheeling around chrome-plated carts of luggage to and fro. Desk clerks and concierges were answering calls, arranging rooms and other services. Breakfast was being served in the restaurant and the gentle scent of fresh-baked croissants enticed the early risers into spending more time and money in the hotel.

Meanwhile, the man in black pulled in front of the Winnfield Tower's drive and exchanged his car keys and a crisp fifty dollar bill for a parking stub from the valet. The valet smiled and,

envy, thievery, resentment​

as if they were written across his face, Daniel could see just the kind of person the young man was. No doubt, even with the fifty dollar tip, the valet would rifle through his things to see what could be taken without notice. Daniel didn't mind, it wasn't as if anything he left couldn't be replaced. He only returned a sincere smile as he chalked one up on his mental blackboard. He turned and climbed the three steps to the entrance where the doorman waited with a kind smile and held the door open. Daniel smiled back though was less genuine as it seemed that all in all, the greeter was a decent person. The desk clerk the suited demon approached, however

pride, covetousness, adultery​

warranted an honest grin from Daniel.

"Welcome to the Winnfield Tower," Janine, as the name tag indicated, said warmly. "How may I help you?"

"Well hello, Janine," said Daniel, reciprocating the amiability. "I'm interested in renting a room for...an undecided amount of time."

"Great! We do have plenty of rooms available, was there any specific accommodations you had in mind?"

"Something with a view."

"Well, we do have some Skyline Suites available," Janine said, motioning towards the outward-facing screen on the desk that now displayed an interactive slideshow of the room and amenities.

"While they do look nice, I'd like a room with a little more...luxury."

"How about one of our Presidential Suites? There are two--both are currently available--and they each offer great views of the city."

"I don't doubt they're quality rooms, but I want something even more sumptuous, the very finest you can offer."

"Oh, I see. In that case, I think you'd be most interested in our Penthouse Suite, which is the most grand experience we offer. It costs thirty-five thousand dollars a night and although it's generally only available by reservation, for a fee of five thousand dollars we can have it ready for you shortly."

"Splendid!" Daniel chimed, gently clasping his hands together. In a very practiced, fluid motion, he retrieved his bank card and handed over to the clerk. "I'll take it."

Cheerily, Janine ran the card through the system and after everything checked out she handed it right back. "Thank you, Mr. Luxe."

"Please, call me Daniel."

"Okay, Daniel," she said with a sly smile.

lasciviousness​

"If you would like to go to your room right away, it should be ready for you when you arrive. I do hope you enjoy your stay."

"Believe me," Daniel assured her with an underlying tone of malice as he stepped away from the counter. "I most certainly will."

 

[Lunar Templar]

Karen

"Makes sense." Karen said after the alarms stopped. "I intend on getting re-established actually, an eleven year break is long enough I think, but..." Karen started as she got up and moved over to the window. "It's rather disheartening to see how much things haven't really changed." Karen continued as she looked out over the city, then let out a light and short chuckle. "Oh well, as ultimately pointless as all this may be, still the best job ever. As for the paper work" As Karen started to reply to Mina's comment about the paper work involved in bringing some one back from the dead a mischievous grin curled her lips "Save it for now, lets see how long it takes people to figure it out on their own. I mean, I am a 'unicorn' now after all, we're supposed to be elusive, right?" Karen said as she walked back over to Mina's desk, still grinning that mischievous grin.

Rias

Rias had spent most that morning at the bar, getting ready with Claire and the band, going over the set list, getting in one last rehearsal and generally just getting ready for the show she was going to put on. It still scared her, she'd be singing in front of the largest crowed she'd ever been in front of, but it scared her less now then it did at the beginning and she was about as ready as she was going to be. The band, along with William and Claire climbed into the van and headed down to the festival to do final sound checks before the show.