Radio City 3.0: Free-form Superhero RP

Muse shrugged. "Economics wasn't my field of study... could be interesting to look up though. Has a bit of the 'Why would anyone live in Gotham?' flavor to it."

Munch. "Yeah, I can understand that. Even with the aforementioned problems, this city is really bustling... a sociological or anthropological perspective of Radio City could be interesting to brush up on too..."

With the fishperson swinging, Jet started firing down as fast as he could target it, about once per second.

Lutecia continued to fire the blasts, not caring if they hit the displays or the RCPD officers. She floated after the Deep Ones, eyes smouldering with rage. A faint halo of flames was circling her hair.

The force of Stalwart falling nearly matched Zad'k's truck toss; he clung to it in midair and pried the side open, tossing the cops out as he fell. His tosses were significantly less forceful than Zad'k's tosses. They'd survive the toss for sure. He tossed the final hostage out as he hit the ground, compacting the car into a knee-deep mess of wreckage. As a final retort, Stalwart swiped his spear at Zad'k, launching the car door at him.

Arenvald, phone held in his hand, started work on what would be one long night. First off, Skittles insisted on one specific person for a crucial part of the show. He probably could also help with the other festivities for the day. He typed out a message on his outdated phone, clicking loudly with his boney fingers.

holocaust if you consider last night to be something worthy of a favor i am going to call in a favor

except we can actually pay you

so its more like a job that needs to be done today

interested?

edited 30th Aug '12 5:20:16 PM by wikkit

Jeff stopped mid-reach for a package of firebombs and answered his phone. The Holocaust Cannons hissed, sucking fuel into themselves as they replenished from a massive propane tank in the corner.

Hells yeah. Was gonna bomb a bank cuz I got a job 2 kill Gumgirl but shes a noshow, you have an actual job for me? Cool. Whats the job?

Of course, he was going to go do that. He clicked away...

well there is another im working with, and she is planning on doing a party

a party on the large scale anarchy ftw and whatnot

but she is going to need quite a bit of requisitions ranging from equipment to kidnapping

i believe that you will be helping us first and formost with pyrotechnics but first we need some muscle on the high scale

kidnapping the mayor will require such things

and by pyrotechnics i mean the actuall special effects

Fucking rad. Jeff replied. You mind if we meet her first? I prefer to have spoken in met people in person before I work for em. Kidnapping the mayor could take some work.

"Rise quickly, fools!" Zad'k projected to the falling officers. The armored van would only protect him for so long, and he'd already taken a few more shots. "Kill the machine."

"And you...." He spat at Stalwart. In a fit of rage, he took a certain initiative against the airbourne door, bull-rushing it, and proceeding towards the knight.

At the museum....

The Deep ones had done their job fine enough; it was a shame it'd been at the cost at the cost of their second opportunity at life. Their charred bodies, torn apart and punctured yet again, were strewn both around the Eye's exhibit and in the hallway leading outside. The body closest to the door was nearly bisected; out of his spread entrails and black bile of it's shorn stomach shone a faint, purple glimmer, surrounded by gold.

Not a moment quicker than the last fell, the not-so-loyal men of RCPD began carrying the Deep Ones bodies out the door, leaving one Officer Robert Olmstead to address the heroes.

"Not a bad job." he said, glancing around the blood-slicked floors. "Hopefully the Paramedics can work in some peace now. I'll make sure you people recieve some compensation for this mess."

Stalwart braced one foot backwards against Zad'k as he charged and put his shield and spear back into a defensive position. Before Zad'k could reach him, he yelled out, again, "Not one step back!" He met the car door charge with his shield, skidding backwards a few inches as he began contesting the push with Zad'k. "Hrrgh! You don't get it! You'll never win! You seek to destroy people, commit evil! We're on the side of good, we will always triumph, no matter the odds!" Stalwart slid the spear down his grip a little and made for a longer-range jab at Zad'k, keeping his whole body except the length of arm behind his spear placed behind his shield.

Lutecia only hissed. She floated to the bisected Deep One, waving the officers aside; they took a look at the flames still surrounding her and the wild look in her eyes and fled. She crouched near it, using a small flame to dry the blood up...

"Shiny, you have never met a little girl like me. And I very much doubt you will ever again" says Dorothy confidently "Now, do you have any further questions or concerns?"

"Ah, nothing, nothing... Well, I do think I heard some noise from the kitchen... They should be in there" says Christopher as he opens the door to the kitchen... where they would see Jordan with their mouth full of chips and a few peanut butter sandwiches for Doll.

edited 30th Aug '12 8:14:46 PM by daltar

"Look girl, just know I've got my eyes on you, so don't act like you own this place. I've got places to be," Cornelius said, walking away.

James stood dumbfounded in silence for a moment, before giving the pair a wave. "Um, I'm here to treat you two to lunch...?"

Doll sat quietly with her sandwich by the dining table... before taking a bite.

"Funny thing is, I actually took part in a huge forum war about that exact topic." Taya shrugged as she took another sip of her drink. "Gotham, I mean. I don't remember what was said, really, but I do know the fallout from that nonsense made me hate American comics for a year or so following." She took an appraising look of the people around them, noting how many gave off the superhero or supervillain vibe. "I sort of wonder who around this place would even be willing to look at Radio City in such a mundane way. Every scientist here is mad, I'm betting."

"I dunno," Muse shrugged. "I know a lot of techies who aren't crazy, just a little kookie. I actually know a place where a lot of them hang out to show off their latest gadgets and stuff. Maybe I can take you there later."

Muse washed down her sandwich with a bit of soup. "My friend Tom's the bartender, so if you're with me, we could even get a discount on drinks~"

Gripping the inside handle of the sturdy police-van door, Zad'k had a shield of his own alongside his trident, and a well armored one to boot. He let Stalwart's spear sink into the door, with the help of a slight push from his own end. "Your kind is afforded a privilege, I could never hope to keep." he projected during the struggle. "A kindness of infancy. My peoples' is a world that was shown no mercy. Hold your hand from a killing blow? You die. Don't strike first? Your kin and brood alike are swallowed. No good, no evil. Death, and strength, and want are our only constants." He jerked the shield upwards, taking advantage of the knight's over-extension.

"And do you, servile knight, know what I want?" Zad'k asked, the red of his eyes but a sliver in a sea of black. With a mighty heave of his trident, he thrust at the base of the spear's shaft towards the knight's exposed hand. " I WANT MY MOTHER BACK!"

Jet, taking advantage of Zad'k's precarious situation, would soon find himself blind-sided by shotgun fire from four men. These men were no other than members of the Radio City police force. Men that, if facing any other foe, might have fought and possibly died at the esteemed officer's side.

At the museum.....

Four police officers formed a tight square around the split Deep Ones corpse, shotguns in hand. Incineration paled in comparison to the consequences of failure, or at least to their well-broken in minds. The remaining eight, with the exclusion of Officer Olmsted, began picking up any of the parts near that corpse, forming an impromptu barrier both in-between the corpse and the other heroes, and in-between them and Lucetia. A few officers within that group were chattering into their radios, no doubt calling for backup.

"I'm sorry, little miss." Officer Olmsted said, a stern but soft smile drawn across is face. For what he was opposing, Olmstead himself wasn't exactly the select choice, or at least in appearance. He was tall, but spindly and overly lean. His face was most marked by cheeks were high, gaunt, and as ghostly pale as the rest of him. Overall, it looked like a stiff wind might take him down, but something inexplicable had him standing like a giant amongst giants. "That needs to go into police custody. That goes for both the fish-frogs, and the Eye."

"Like hell it's goin' anywhere!"

A commotion came from somewhere near the police perimeter as Jerry Kings fought to get clear of a pair of officers and EMT Myers holding him back.

The Gentleman Avenger shouted at Lucetia, even as he tried to push his way closer. "Watch him! He's got the Innsmouth look!" His gloved left hand was waving at the officer who'd accosted her. "He's one of 'em! Get off me! Get the Eye to the Stalwart! Dammit, leggo!"

edited 31st Aug '12 4:54:12 AM by mantlemask

Scan Barcode began firing his laser gun at each of the police officers in turn from the roof of a building... He may've lost the cultist, but in this town, finding where trouble is was rather easy. Thankfully for the police officers, the laser was set to stun, but Scan Barcode had a completely serious expression on his face.

"Seeing how easy that cultist decimated through our ranks, you have no chance of protecting it," Scan stated quite simply, shaking his head. "Better this 'Eye' be destroyed than it be in that cultist's hands."

edited 31st Aug '12 12:00:23 AM by GameGuruGG

"Mana Bar?" Taya had been there before, as a- albeit hiding in plain sight- villainess it was part of her job description to hang around hot spots where she could possibly pick up contracts. Good thing she didn't know who the hell Tom was, or she'd have to decline. "Sounds like fun. Do you drink?" Perhaps Taya would get the chance to do as her friendly waiter had recommended?

Stalwart yanked his spear from the door, falling to the ground with a massive clank, dodging Zad'k's trident jab in the process. "Where are you from that would cause so much hate? And why attack us because of something your own people did? You could always, you know, ask for our help. You didn't even—hrgh!" Stalwart braced himself further, pushing on Zad'k's shield. "You didn't come in peace, but instead brought more war to a city always fighting a war! We have Multiplayer and Professor Holocaust here constantly attacking the city, and Skeletone, a goddamn rapping undead sorcereror, owns the ghetto, and this bomb arsonist with cat ears, and Darktail, and the fucking mayor, who doesn't even try to hide her identity, so even though she isn't a supervillain I still have to keep her safe! But do you see me raiding the next town over, a military town, for missile launchers to fight the supervillains here?! Obviously not! You are a victim of death and tragedy, and you solve the problem by causing more of it?! You. Make. Me. Sick. It's one thing to be evil. That's subjective. It is objectively wrong to be a hypocrite."

"Were it not for the kind of hypocrisy you describe, boy....." Zad shot out towards the grounded Stalwart, jumping back. Taking his trident into his teeth, he grabbed at the pulverized van, and slammed it downwards in a overhead swing. "All I know would be dead."

Lutecia looked at the officer, the Eye in her hand.
"You shall all burn in the endless pyre," she said. "Only death awaits you."
She stamped her foot on the ground, and two things happened. First, she was launched up toward the ceiling; and second, a circular wave of purple fire swept toward the officers.
"Burn... with me..." she said. Her voice no longer sounded human; there was a fiery quality to it.

"You're wrong!" Stalwart yelled. He raised his shield to block the car, which deformed around him, creating a shield-shaped hole in it while the rest of it landed around him. "Hrrrgh! It is always possible to do the right thing! You use your environment as an excuse for villainy, when in reality you were simply too weak and cowardly to do anything but take the easy route!"

Jet wasn't exactly indestructible, but he was quite a bit up and only being fired at by shotguns and not heavy machineguns, so he wasn't too worried about that. What did concern him was that he was being fired upon by RCPD. He did want to hurry up, so instead of taking the cautious route, he pulled the trigger at the fishman's upper body to fire off his remaining fifteen rounds before rolling away from the ledge.

Using one hand, he started to swap out his magazine and then put back his rifle, using his lap to hold what he'd normally put in his left hand. Taking out his shotgun, he removed the drum of buckshot he had fired a half dozen rounds from earlier. He'd need a different drum. Reaching for one of the drums on his chest, he picked out the one with slugs in it, carefully swapping the two.

He peeked out over the ledge again to analyze the situation again.