The five remaining thugs continued firing at the two Multiplayers, doing the best they could to avoid the ooze from their shots. One of them was not so lucky and got plastered hard with the adhesive, the initial shots burning his skin and causing him to scream in agony. The smell was... unpleasant.
And then Madarch decided to pop out with a machine gun. Not the real Madarch, but a convincing enough illusion to make the still living mooks decide it wasn't worth it and bail for their cars.
From inside the crate, Gum-Girl could hear the Thespian's distorted sigh. Thankfully for him, the truck was already well in motion when Madarch heard it leave - by the time the mushroom creature could make it from the docks to the front of the warehouse, the vehicle would already be a block or two away. Still, the crime lord couldn't help but feel disappointed at his men's cowardice. Better for them to flee though, I suppose; they shouldn't let themselves be held up longer than they need to.
On the radio, the Thespian addressed Multiplayer, his best shot at dealing with the annoying Mad Mr. Madarch. "The mushroom with the machine gun isn't real, Multiplayer. The creature is
still in the vicinity though; do you want a fungus to get the better of you?"
The Thespian hung up the radio. Police sirens could be heard outside the metal container - real ones, this time. Ordering the driver to just drive naturally, he fell into silence while contemplating. Gum-Girl is in this crate. I could very well shoot her here and now and save myself the trouble later.
He pondered the thickness of the truck's storage area and how well it could filter out sound. Would the police sirens be able to hear the gunfire through the metal walls? He doubted it... but still. She probably has some escape plan in mind - if Gum-Girl has heard the rumors about me, she should have an idea of what I'm capable of. And if so, I wouldn't want her to start a fight with me in such an enclosed space, if she does find some way to avoid being filled with holes.
...I'll wait until we reach our hideout and unload. Better to lose one corner of the street than risk a super getting the jump on me where I can't run.
The woman didn't take notice of Jordan running alongside; her mind was focused on the fact that the man who helped her this far could be in danger.
A flash of dull silver swung at the detective and he prepared to dodge when the woman in the blue dress stood in front of him. The table saw bounced and wobbled against her arm as the Dollmaker drew back.
"For an ordinary man, you're really quite lucky, aren't you?"
Muse was bored.
Sitting at her desk in the work garage that doubled as her second home, Aria Melody aka Muse was in her superheroine regalia (really just a labcoat and some protective goggles), messing around on her laptop. It was a slow night for her, as no one was really in the market for custom supertech, at least at the moment, so she was checking a few random RP boards online. Sure, she could've gone out and patrol the city like a normal superheroine, but she was feeling lazy.
Katella has signed on.
Aria shrugged and decided to send a message as Melodious Mistress
Hey, what's up, Kat?
I'm thinking I'll sign up for this one RP...
Aaaaaand linked. Aria opened up the address and took a look.
Awesome. What are you signing up as?
Kitsune girl. The usual.
Aria frowned. Again?
Well it's just a fetish, alright? I'll stop wearing the ears and tail when it gets old.
RPs shouldn't be about putting your fetishes on display! It's about kicking ass and taking names!
Me? Well, I'd play a Swiss army robot girl...
...it's not a fetish for me!
"Hmm, and I thought you only had eyes for me."
Making her presence known to the pair, a black garbed woman stepped out of the shadows, pair of pistols pointed straight at the catty villainess. If one was new to town, it would've been easy to mistake her for a villainess herself, but ninja-esque intruder was none other than the superheroine Sheathe.
Eyes open wide / Feel your heart and its glowing / I'm welcome home, sweet home...