"Apparently not," she said. She snapped her fingers, and the fire became a roaring conflagration; the flames' heat intensified and they became white-hot.
Unbeknownst to the other superbeings, another one observed the fight, concealed by her armour and the shadows of the night.
Subject 1138-a, sometimes known as The Black Orchid, crouched on a rooftop, looking down at the street.
Please, I beg you, do not disturb the balance, elder sister, she thought, praying that Lutecia won't kill the man.
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?"
Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooored. 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... Cool. Linksies? 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.
This was dangerous. Incredibly dangerous. Rosette was scared out of her mind as she retreated further, struggling if necessary to get out of the woman's grasp as she quickly stepped back "I-I don't know who you are but g-get away! I-I'm going home now!"
edited 7th Aug '12 4:56:37 PM by daltar
edited 7th Aug '12 5:33:10 PM by wikkit
Jeff handled the fire pretty well, all things considered. He leaned backwards and slid himself along the ground, propelled by the backs of his Holocaust Cannons. "Cheap as hell! This is bullshit, fucking sperglord scrub bitch!" Still laying on the ground, he reached into his coat and whipped a pair of firebombs at a nearby building, starting a minor fire racing up the side of the building. Then he levered himself up and made a break for it.
A few blocks away, the backalley Multiplayer had expanded into three, and was picked up by the Multiplayer Alpha-6. So, now we have, in the car, Alpha-6, Alpha-4, Alpha-4-Alpha, and Alpha-4-Beta, all in a car and about to reach the docks. Alpha-2 and Alpha-3 for their part also were running. Alpha-2, still dual-wielding the foam guns, grabbed a third and made a break for the road. Alpha-3 stayed behind, providing suppressing fire while Alpha-2 tried to run. Alpha-5 also tried to provide further distraction; he had expanded into Alpha-5 and Alpha-5-Alpha, and together smashed open the window to the jewelry store. They moved int to systematically attempt to clean it up, knowing it would be a suicide mission with the real intention of keeping the Supers too thinly spread to offer combined resistance.
The dollmaker stumbled back from Jordan's push, allowing the mute see the wooden limbs hidden beneath the stranger's coat. He stared at the slender man's eyes with his distant, unfeeling own, judging his expression while giving no hint of this thoughts. Then, the saw blade disappeared into his brown rags - after all, it was three against one and he wasn't much of a fighter. Even as a madman, he recognized when his chances were low, especially since there seemed to be more to the slender person who pushed him away than it looked. "...I can wait to collect what's rightfully mine," the puppet man mused. "I'll be visiting to claim my toy again very soon, detective. Pray you aren't there when I am." Then in a swift blur of brown, the dollmaker disappeared into the shadow of the alleyways, the rattling of his severed hand ceasing, the street lamp no longer flickering. Once he was gone, the pair behind Jordan gave sighs of relief. James was the first to talk. "Thanks, um...?" The detective didn't know the stranger's name. He also didn't know they were mute.
If Stalwart didn't know any better, he could've spotted what might've been a glint of disappointment in Sheathe's eye as she returned her guns to their holsters. There doesn't seem to be much point if there's no fight going to be had, she thought to herself. "I guess you have things handled then. Should I leave, or stay in case she decides to do more than just hang off you?" she asked, somewhat ignoring Darktail's blown kisses. If she were a civilian, she would consider flirting back, but she had a reputation as a superheroine to maintain. Shame. She sighed inwardly.
"Using innocent people as a distraction?! DIE!" she shrieked, her voice like the sound of a flamethrower firing.
She threw her hands wide open, then clapped once. Immediately, all of the fire in the area was extinguished. Then it reappeared, a fire-blast with Jeff in its centre exploding with a low thump.
"Awwwww...My baby's disappointed..Well, it isn't my fault Sir Lame-A-Lot here is 'unmovable'...You know I'm all about movement, babe..." She ran her hands down her body.
RPs shouldn't be about putting your fetishes on display! It's about kicking ass and taking names! Uh-huh. And what would you play as, MM? Me? Well, I'd play a Swiss army robot girl... Well huh. Now I know what you look for in your 'free time'. ...it's not a fetish for me! Who's the girl? Is she a superhero or a villain? Link me a photo? Taya grinned to herself. She wasn't really sure who Melodious Mistress was in real life, and it was probably better for her that she didn't know. Keeping all her friends online made her illegal affairs much neater to hide away. She kind of wished that she had the option of webcaming with her chat buddies at times like this, however.
edited 8th Aug '12 2:45:16 AM by Bassetete
Cornelius still stood by the fire hydrant, watching the fight break out. It had been a close call with that building - he hoped no one had noticed him come this' close to kicking it - but the man with the flamethrowers seemed to be running away now, so he didn't think he'd have to break it open.
edited 8th Aug '12 7:20:18 AM by nman
Stalwart sighed. Decided to ignore Darktail. "Well, Sheathe, if you have something else to do then by all means you can leave. Just thought it'd be nice to have someone to talk to for tonight, since I'm either going to passively outlast Darktail or get irritated and end up breaking a few of her bones, and someone to talk to would definitely help me keep my patience with her."
From her hiding place, the Black Orchid cursed silently. Her elder sister overdid it, again.
Something dark and largely human-shaped tore past Dollar, and suddenly there was an armoured woman crouching need Lutecia. The woman turned her head to Dollar.
"Please," she said, her voice quiet. "Do elder sister a favour and deliver that bag. She is unwell, and she needs to be in a safer place than this. Please, sir. The address's probably written on a note inside the bag."
edited 8th Aug '12 10:26:59 AM by nman
She nodded once to Dollar and vanished into the night, carrying Lutecia in her arms.
Once Jordan was satisfied in knowing that the... strange, to say it mildly, man was no longer around them they turned around to regard the man that had just spoken to them. Jordan pointed at themselves as the Detective seemed to be asking for their name. Jordan then pointed to their own throat and moved his lips with no sound coming out... hoping the man would understand.
Madarch made it to where he heard the truck originally, only to find they had made their escape! The RPD were just about to make it, but he needed to deal with the remaining side of the original argument. Climbing up to a better vantage point, he could see a single man with a gun. The Fantastic Fungus realized that, overall, wasn't going very well. Quite a few men had managed to escape from his grasp! This last one wasn't going to escape interrogation by the authorities! To provide cover, Madarch conjured up the illusory equivalent of a flashbang explosion right infront of the man, hoping to blind him. He then jumped off the roof, as to land on the man and subdue him with his tentacles.
With the firebombs exploding, most of the birds on that side of the street were skittish enough to fly away. Some weren't so lucky, and burnt along with the fire. As Holocaust fled from the scene and the dark-armored woman leaped from the roof to aid her sister, the rest realized the fight was over. They all scattered about in their separate flocks and individuals. One such flock flew eastward, and into the lit window of a certain man. As they started to gather and change form into one being, the blob of feathers and beaks became Frank Jones the III. As Frank put his clothes on once more,* he stumbled over to his writing desk. Two new supers he's gotta write a report on. He already sent some of his smarter friends to keep track of the pair, but he felt worried by how they couldn't notice someone dressed that blatantly out in the open. He decided to wait on the report until he could get some intel on them. Besides, if he didn't sleep now he would wake up with a bad back for work tomorrow. He turned the television and lights off as he lay to bed...
edited 8th Aug '12 2:04:10 PM by wikkit
Who's the girl? Is she a superhero or a villain? Link me a photo? Dunno yet. I'll hash things out as I write the profile... And I'm not the kind of RPer who looks up images of other characters to try and fit my own! I got my own mental image I work with! But I'll tell you what; if I get into this game enough, I might design a cosplay outfit for her and upload a pic of me in it. Sound good? Aria looked up and around her garage. The place was littered with odds and ends that could be used towards making various devices. No costuming materials though - ordinary ones, anyway. ...though that might take a while.
James blinked in confusion at Jordan's gestures before finally getting it. "Ah, you're mute? I'm, um, sorry to hear that. Uh, here." Fishing in his thick trenchcoat, the detective produced a small notepad and a pencil and handed both to Jordan. "That might help. I guess we'll start with introductions first. I'm James Wells, a private investigator. And this is my client-" "Doll," the woman cut him off. "Eh?" "I'm Doll," she said, turning to give James a small smile before looking at Jordan and offering her hand. "It's nice to meet you."
A brown blur of wood and rags weaved through the alleyways of Radio City before arriving at the decrepit streets of Old Town. Here was a place where all the bright, excited energy of the city forgot to make its mark. The buildings were falling apart. The streets were crumbling. The lamps flickered on and off, if they even worked at all. It was this rundown, condemned and abandoned place that the dollmaker called home. The puppet man could hear the shrieks of the local spirit known as the Ghetto Ghost. To some, it was a sound of horror. To him, it was like the chirping of the birds.
This time Sheathe sighed visibly and leaned against a wall, crossing her arms. "Aside from patrolling, I had no other plans for tonight. I guess it's fine." Would rather go out clubbing with Jessica, but I haven't seen much of her lately...
edited 8th Aug '12 10:29:53 PM by Starbound2