World of Heroes -- Reboot

"Huh... odd" he said "beams of Non-Path concentrated energy, vanishing men, and now costumed beings, this place if dangerous its interesting" He decided, with a smile on his face, to pursue. Yet he'd do this out of sight of the running party, so he rested a foot on a nearby building's wall, his world shifted as the essences interacted and Malandros began to walk up the wall effortlessly then, at an appropriate height he began to follow the group of costumed men and women.

At first, Luc' continued to slowly stagger forward, grinning manically, as if he wanted more of that glorious energy. However, that wild grin suddenly faded away, and his staggering stopped. Soon after, he then quickly crouched onto the ground, and cradled himself with his arms, and his whole body started to shake. He then motioned as if scream, — though being made of pure energy, such an act was impossible for him at the moment — and then exploded in a glorious blaze of energy, causing massive damage to much of the Ship; the hull was blasted beyond repair, the systems were all offline, and half of the ship was ablaze. And to make matters worse, the ship looked as though it was going to crash right on top of a homeless shelter.

It was quite possible that Arguma would regret firing that last shot for days to come...

"That's funny." Grabbing the lash with his spare hand, Josh matched the unnamed enemy's force as exactly as he could, engaging in a sort of deadly tug-of-war while he began uncoiling the rest of the whip from his arm. "You make it sound as if you can kill me, old man!"

The opponent was right, of course, in that Scio had no idea what he was doing, but that just meant a little experimentation was in order. As he struggled to free himself, the antihero attempted to will his normal uniform into existence over his body. There was no telling if it would work or not, but the kevlar-woven armor could at least help him withstand some slashing, and there was no point in not testing the limits of what he could do in this place.

edited 28th Oct '12 2:01:30 PM by darksidevoid

"A Aarg!"

The explosion hadn't just hurt the ship, it had hurt its owner as well. While the alien had been able to take some level of cover behind the chair, it hadn't been nearly enough. There were still burns across his body, and he was currently in the worst pain he had felt since he had first become stuck on the planet.

Seeing where the remains of the Exile were headed, Arguma activated the ships emergency backup systems to try to get something resembling a controlled landing, something that if it wouldn't save him, could perhaps allow him to not land on top of and kill anyone else.

[WILDCARD, WE ARE LOOKING A CRASH LANDING.] He said through the ships intercom system as he tried to drive the ship away from the homeless shelter and towards more open ground. [I AM TRYING TO LAND SAFELY AND NOT CRASH INTO ANYTHING, BUT I SUGGEST YOU ATTEMPT TO BAIL IF YOU CAN.]

"WHAT THE HELL, ARGUMA," Wildcard yelled, though he wasn't sure if the intercom worked both ways. "Last I checked, taking the oxygen out of a room doesn't make it blow up! Open the door!"

Mr. Cliche gave a small shrug, "No idea. We'll see them later though."

Mr. Cliche gave shook Clown Kid's hand, "Nice to meet you Clown Kid. I'm Mr. Cliche."

Trying to avoid prolonging things, Arguma opened the door. The cockpit had filled with air anyway after the bad guy had blown a hole in the side of the hull, rushing in through the opening and sweeping his native air outside.

[HE BECAME MATERIALS HE ABSORBED!] Arguma tried to shout over the air. [HIT HIM WITH A KILL SHOT, AND HE EXPLODED!]

"Oh, thank God," Wildcard said as he stepped through the door, dragging the old man behind him. He grabbed the bloody sack of Uzis from the corner he had secured them in, and put one of the ones he was carrying in it, so that he could pick it up. "Nazi bitch burned my machine guns, no way am I losing these to some explosive jackass."

He took a moment to look at the destruction, "So any chance our passengers are going to live?"

[IF I CAN LAND THE SHIP RIGHT!] Arguma answered as he continued to try to keep the Exile from crashing violently. What could be heard of his natural voice was filled with urgency, and he wished the Wildcard would stop asking questions and focus on finding a way off the ship.

"Have any parachutes?" Wildcard asked, as he looked outside of the giant hole in the hull. "We could always throw people off."

[NO.] Arguma replied. [CERTAINLY NOT ENOUGH FOR EVERYONE WE ARE CARRYING.]

"Alright, well, guess it's up to you to save the day, big guy," Wildcard said to the large alien. "I'm rooting for you."

"Should we help him?" Alex mentally asked Kara. Scio looked like he was physically in pain, somehow. If she had to guess, whatever mental battle he was fighting was not going well. "And no, don't give me crap about him deserving it," she added.

"Hey now, give me some credit," Kara protested, "Anyway, I think we're about to get some help, but it might not be the kind we want."

"What do you mean?" Alex blurted out, confused. Didn't they want the help?

"Well, they might shoot first and ask questions later," Kara pointed out, While I don't like Scio, you definitely don't want to find out what will happen if Kali there gets injured or killed while he's in her mind."

Alex shuddered. Hopefully they could stop that from happening...

The name was a bit silly, to him, but overall, it sounded pretty cool. He shook his hands, and took a quick breather. All this time, and he still couldn't get used to his fucking hot costume.

He thought about what he would do, if he saw those guys again. Clearly, an apology was in order, as well as some cookies. Cookies are good.

edited 28th Oct '12 4:48:52 PM by eternalNoob

Mr. Cliche examined Jay's expression before looking back to where the other heroes had ran. "If you want we could catch up with them and buy them something to eat or some cake."

It would be interesting to see how this would affect the plot plus cake was good. Doing that would also help in case one of them betrayed them in the them and the others in the final showdown to bring them to their side. He hated redemption it always ended in death.

...You're paying.

Jay had a feeling those guys were long gone, by now, but he needed to do everything in his power to pursue, and beg for their forgiveness, or else it would backfire horribly.

He put on the clown mask, and gloves; leaving the gimp mask, and jacket inside his bag, and did a little stretching, before getting back to the acrobatic feats of acrobatics.

"Don't worry about that I've got a card I got off German Scientist Cliche. Seriously I didn't know that that was were they got all those those things until they guy bribed me not to kill him in exchange for that."

Mr. Cliche struggled and let out great gasps for air as he struggled to follow Jay's example. He felt like he had been thrown into a pool. He wiped his mask with the sleeve of his sweat shirt.

Jay noticed Mr. Cliche being a bit behind, when he saw part of his face just above the horizon. He approached him, and asked him, completely straight faced;

Did I overdo it?

Mr. Cliche pulled himself up before leaning over and holding himself up with both hands as he gasped for breath. He held up his finger for a second.

"No, no. *Heavy breathing* I'm just not used to traveling on the rooftops. I normally run on street."

Well, I hope you're ready for the huge leap coming in awhile.

...or you could just go down, and run on the side walk. It's fine, I won't be far.

Mr. Cliche nodded then slowly scaling down one of the rain gutters. He stood there a moment catching his breath before running after Jay into what he knew not.

Sure enough, in one swift instant, Scio was clad once more in his old costume; as soon as that occurred, the old man reeled his whip back in, and took a moment to readdress the situation, distracting his beard. A crooked smile then grew upon his face. "I see... Sadly for you, two can play at that game!"

And, as instantaneously as Scio's closet formed around his body, the old man appeared to be no more; instead, in his place lay a 50ft tall tank. "Thanks for the inspiration," yelled an echoing voice that sounded like that of the old man's, "though you just might end up regretin' it after this is done — providin' you survive!" And at that moment, a strange, high-pitched sound could be heard from the tank's cannon; whatever the means of that sound, it could not be good...

Meanwhile, inside the homeless shelter, completely unbeknownst to our heroes, the Radical's had not run off into the distance; rather, they had really ran inside the homeless shelter; what they heroes were chasing were simply illusions, creating the Illusionist. Not that anyone except the Radical's knew this at the time...

At the same time, Strongman had moved to the front of the line, holding what seemed like a tiny bowl, when compared to his large hands.

"...Do you have Shwarma?"

Jay felt the urge of a bit more adrenaline in the rooftop chase, but there weren't any lampposts or anything that could kickstart a fun little gymnastics demonstration, so he just kept on running, in pursuit of the Radicals, forgiveness, and cookies.

He really wanted some pastries.

edited 29th Oct '12 9:31:58 PM by eternalNoob

Seeing the blade coming for him, the Devourer quickly launched a burst of blood from his body that would send him flying out of the building through the hole he created earlier. Comedy might find himself stained with a thin layer of blood.

Once he landed on the ground, the Devourer jumped towards the building with three fists flying forward. But he wasn't aiming at Comedy, or Scio, or whoever was behind that shattered mask. He was aiming at the floor of the building Scio was standing on, hoping to collapse the floor under and the ceiling above this rogue superhuman.

edited 30th Oct '12 6:50:08 PM by Insano