World of Heroes -- Reboot

Jay reached downtown, and witnessed the large, growing roots. He inspected them, while waiting for Mr. Cliche to catch up with him.

Ripping a tiny chunk from it, he looked closely at the piece, to look for any signs of something weird, like nanomachines, or glowing radiation.

edited 2nd Nov '12 6:21:25 AM by eternalNoob

As Morandus continued trying to look for the Radical's, he noticed several individuals being shoved aside by some seemingly invisible force, and if he listened closely enough, he could possibly hear the sounds of footsteps — footsteps that did not appear to belong to anyone physical...

It seemed as though there was no hope for Uncle Dimiri; that there would be no stopping his trip to the side of the Exile headfirst, and in turn, to the next world. And yet, perhaps fate had other ideas...

For seemingly out-of-nowhere, what appeared to be some giant, gooey whip of flesh-colored silly-putty reached down from the sky at 10 miles an hour, latched itself to the side of the Exile, and morphed into the shape of a giant catcher's mitt, where upon Dimitry safely stuck to the strange substance. The 'mitt' then enclosed Dimitry within itself, and snapped back right to the sky once more — right into what appeared to be some sort of helicopter, which flew right off of the scene upon snatching up Dimitry. What could this strange new force possibly be?

Meanwhile, in the helicopter itself, there was a black pilot, a cowardly camerman, and a fat, middle-aged reporter who went by the name of Bob Wilson. Bob then crouched down and gave Dimitry a good slap, whereupon Dimitry quickly woke up, sat up, and cried out, "''NYET! THEY HAVE FOUND ME! THEY HAVE FOUND ME! HORSESHOE IS THE SECRET INGREDIENT! WE ALL COGS IN MACHINE! 42! IT... it..."

He soon managed to calm down, and, taking a quick look around his surroundings, quickly put on a large toothy smile. "Hello..."

"Uncle Dimitri, right?", said Bob gruffly, giving the Inspector a hard gaze. "Name's Bob Wilson. I'm a reporter. Now, unless you want to me to throw you back down to the man who just tried to have you murdered, I'd suggest you answer my questions..."

"None of this bullshit," Wildcard said, firing his laser at the helicopter.

Malandros raised an eyebrow "solid air? no... that's silly... UGH, if only I could sense the essence again... I hate this new blue essence" He became frustrated, he pulled back his hand and he struck forward at the seemingly empty space. If he had struck some one with his open palm said person would feel his feet stuck to the ground.

"Hm?" Bob suddenly head a strange, high-pitched sound coming from below. It sounded like...

Immediately upon figuring out what it was, he stretched out both of his arms, shifting and molding them in seemingly no time as all to as to from shield of gooey flesh roughly around the area he figured the laser was going to strike. It succeeded; instead of hitting the helicopter, the laser hit Bob's flesh-shield. However, while it didn't cause any bleeding, it still caused a sharp burn; Bob yelled out fiercely at first, but quickly held it in, and pulled back the shield in turn. "Dave," he called to the pilot, "get us out of here now!"

And so, the helicopter quickly flew off, as fast as it could...

"Enjoy your naked old man, ya fucking Nazis!" Wildcard yelled as the chopper zipped away. Looking around, he saw the wreck. "Oh yeah, almost forgot," he said, dialing 911 on his phone.

"Ghk!" Scio tensed as he realized what was happening to his mental body, then slowly forced himself to relax. "Shi...t. That wasn't such a great idea." He winced, softly tracing the spot where his eye was now damaged.

It was clearly time for a new approach. Looking to the side, Josh thought some basic first-aid supplies into existence and began to very professionally dress Kali's wounds. As he worked, trying his best not to apply undue pressure, the telepath was suddenly struck by inspiration. He'd stupidly tried to do too many things at once to know if it was possible with Kali, but could he heal his own injuries by willing it? It was worth a shot.

He concentrated.

edited 2nd Nov '12 5:19:56 PM by darksidevoid

"Hey!" Alex called out at the newcomer, still dodging the flailing Scio. "Can you help me restrain this guy?" She ducked, narrowly missing getting punched in the face. "I'm getting too tired for this..."

"Don't just stand there, help me out!" she yelled.

Kara warped into the space that was Kali's mind.

"Whoa, you took a beating," she commented as she noticed Scio's mental injuries, "You might want to leave this to me, as whatever you're doing is making your real body go crazy. Just let me handle it from here, okay?"

"Off!", said a female voice from the space Morandus had struck — though perhaps the results were a bit... off from what he had planned, as the voice continued to speak. "...Huh? I... I can't get out of your arms, Strongman!"

"I am trying," said a deep, gruff voice, "but... you will not ''come off!"

After just a brief moment, Wildcard soon reached 911, whereupon he was greeted by a voice that sounded as if Shawn Connery was having the hangover of the century.

"Yesh...", the said voice, "thish is... thish ish 912. ...No... Ish wash justs told that thish ish 911. Fuck. Uh... What cann I do fer yoush?"

As Wildcard thought of just what to say next, and as Arguma was lying injured upon the ground, something that some would consider rather monumental started occurring in their very midst. While not visible at first, the various energies that had made up their mysterious assailant, Luc, started to form back together, gathering as if called together by a single mind. And when the energy finally became visible, the rest of the process happened so fast that no-one could react. And within the seeming blink of an eye, Lucianditus was no longer disparate traces, but in fact, alive once more!

...Albeit now wearing no clothes to speak of.

edited 2nd Nov '12 7:45:42 PM by kkhohoho

"Gawd-dammit!"

Saltire hurried over and did as the young woman bid, to a degree. He tackled the flailing man and brought them all crashing to the ground to the the ground. He grab Scio's arm and wrenched it to his back. "He cause all this!? What the hell happened here!?"

"I can reverse it" he said, but given his current state he wasn't sure he was bluffing or not "just tell me who you are, as your group of costumed people has piqued my interest"

"Yeah, I'd like to report a spaceship crash, send an ambulance." Wildcard said over the phone. "Make sure they can handle a giant alien guy. And a few dozen human prisoners. It's down by the homeless shelter -wait don't hang up! - I can assure you me and the alien who's hurt are taxpaying citizens. Well, he is."

He glanced up as some strange thing formed just ahead, before realizing what it was. "HEY JACKASS! Come back to life so I can kill you again?" he said, pocketing his phone and firing his stolen laser again, this time at the son-of-a-bitch who had wrecked Arguma's ride.

edited 2nd Nov '12 8:12:53 PM by nman

Lucunditas fell to the ground, immediately turning his body back to its normal form. Panting, he looked at his hand. Skin, still white. He touched the ground, and part of his arm turned to earth. Powers, still have them. He then touched his head, clenching his teeth and groaning. Godfuckingdammit, it hurt. It felt like someone had drilled into his head and filled it with lava. He looked it up, his vision still fuzzy, and remembered he didn't have clothes anymore.

He shook his head, finding out a side-effect of exploding and coming back from the dead- he could browse through past forms he had used. Making a note to not use the living-energy being (although it seemed to be quite powerful), the earth around him began to climb up his body, before collecting around his waist, turning into shorts that he quickly put on to cover the most important part of his body. Seemed like he could do that every once in a while, but it was very draining, so he wouldn't use for anything too drastic (plus, these shorts felt very... rudimentary). He looked at the two people in front of him, he spotted Arguma.

And the pain suddenly disappeared, now replaced by hate. He walked over to Arguma, kneeling on top of him. He placed a hand on the... thing's neck and began to punch his face with all of his strength, roaring and groaning with every punch. His fun was interrupted by Wildcard, and Lucunditas easily dodged the laser. "Who... who... WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?! WHAT AM I DOING HERE?"

edited 2nd Nov '12 8:37:03 PM by Stratofarius

"You're getting put down" Wildcard said flatly, rolling over to his sack. He pulled out the Uzis he was going to use earlier, and fired on the man standing on the alien.

"No, I'm not. No, I'm not... no, I'm NOT!" Lucunditas yelled back, and just as Wildcard pulled out the Uzis, he browsed back to one of his past forms- the one where his body adapted to the metal of Arguma's ship. As the bullets did nothing to him (even his shorts were now made of metal), he began to run away, to anywhere that seemed like a safe place away from Wildcard.

Still unconscious, Luc's attack on Arguma hadn't been for nothing even if it was strictly out of anger. With the punching and shifting of weight, Arguma fell out of the chair as his attacker climbed off of him, hitting the floor with a thud that was highly audible to anyone nearby.

It was also noticeable that his breathing didn't sound quite right, largely on account of how Luc's attack had knocked his breather out of alignment. He wasn't entirely breathing Earth's atmosphere, but he also wasn't entirely breathing the air that was good for him, either.

Closely inspecting the piece of root, he came to a logical conclusion as to why these plants started rapidly growing...

...What's going on?

"Why do they always run?" Wildcard said. "So yeah, I the ambulance is on the way. Probably." Wildcard put the phone back up to his ear in case the other guy hadn't hung up, but kept talking to the alien, "How are you feeling?"

"Look who it is!" Josh glanced up, mildly annoyed at having his focus broken, "You sure took your sweet time, Ghosty. Too bad, you missed me kicking the ass of the guy that did this." He nodded down at Kali, wondering to himself exactly how Kara knew he was injured. Oh, right, it was probably soaking through into the white part of the costume. Crap.

With a mental nudge, he compelled his outfit to change to one that was free of bloodstains. "Anyway," he continued after a beat, "unless you know some secret method to healing mental damage that I don't, I'm not seeing why I should leave it to you, Miss Tall, Green and Spooky."

Lucunditas walked, and walked and walked, until he found the nearest part of civilization: a road. He didn't know where he was, and quite frankly, his vision was so fuzzy he couldn't tell if he was actually in a city or anything like that. He just stood on the sidewalk, waiting for a taxi to drive by, and once he saw that familiar yellow form, he stuck out his thumb, transforming back to his more normal (although how normal someone with snow white skin is?) form. "Taxi... taxi... FUCKING STOP!"

It took a moment, but the Racial's suddenly all popped in the view, with Mastermind walking in front.

"We," he started to say, with a cheerful smile plastered on his face, "are the Radical's, a... Supergroup, formed to combat this sodden Country's rotten regime, and it's treatments towards beings like us. ...If I may ask, were do you come from, mate? Feel free to keep to yourself if you like, but so long as we're giving you the skivvy, you might as well enlighten with a bit of your own sorry tale..."

Suddenly, a shot rang out!" ...Spefically, a shot from the one of the police officer's at the scene of the root that Jay was investigating. But all of a sudden, the root lashed itself at Jay...

As Luc' ran off into the distance, strugging to figure out just what was going on, he noticed an allyway off to the side; the same allyway that his old friend Jake — that old, drunken hobo — hung out at. And sure enough, there he was; however, he didn't appear to be drunk and in a cardboard box like ususal. Rather, he was keeling over, and holding his hand to his head, as if suffering some sort of strange injury. And then, he looked up — and right in front of his eyes, he saw Luc'.

"You —", he said, startled and atsonished. "But, I felt... I thought you were dead." A wicked grin suddenly grew upon his face. "So... still kicking, are we? That's good. But I guess, if you came back... well, that changes things, don't it?" He then slowly rose to his feet; he now had one hand on the wall, but otherwise seemed fine now. "See, I know what happened in your last moments of life, Luc'. And I don't imagine that anyone else is gonna' be willin' to take you in. Just give it few hours, trust me; you'll be a public menace. They'll be after your head. But I think your old freind Jake can cut you a break, if you're willin' to listen..."

Considering that this was the same man who had abducted him in that same alley earlier and subsequently brainwashed him, and thus completly voilating his trust in the process, it wouldn't be suprising if Luc' didn't really trust Jake all that much at the moment. On the other hand, he might not have had any other place to really go...

"me? My name is Evan Malandros, And to make a long story short I came here to escape an unrighteous exile that would result in my death" he said, and watching the man and the woman stuck together he said "want me to fix that?"

The next thing he knew it, Jay found himself in a three point landing, with a horrible aching stomach. He instinctively lit up yet another molotov from god knows what compartment, and threw it at the dastardly plant. Now that didn't help solve anything, but at least he knew that the plants are hostiles, and that makes it so much easier.

edited 3rd Nov '12 3:13:03 PM by eternalNoob

"Oh," said Mastermind, feigning being shocked, "yes; please do so."

"While you're doing that," he continued, as Morandus commenced unsticking the two, "I shall go on. You see, we're sort of a in bothersome situation ourselves. Some months ago, in an incident that nothing to do with us, or the large Super-hero community for that matter — ahem, beings with particular powers or abilities — several hundred people were sent to meet their maker. However, one just one Superhero was involved, yet despite that, we were all condemned. So, unless you join up with their fancy Registration Act, which involves telling them virtually everything there is to know about oneself, right down to the peanut-butter stain in the back of your couch, you might as well be a bloody enemy of the state. Which is where that leaves us; we chose not to join up, for... reasons of our own, and so now, we're being hunted like dogs, as you may have well just saw. So, that's our sad, sorry story for you..."

By now, Strongman and Lightning should have been un-stickied; while this was going, the various citizens at the Shelter were just trying to go about their own lives and be completely apathetic to the story they had all just heard, as much as possible...

Now essentially a fiery tendril of death and destruction, the root lashed around, simultaneously trashing&burning anything it came across...

edited 3rd Nov '12 7:33:19 PM by kkhohoho