Radio City 3.0: Free-form Superhero RP:
edited 9th Aug '12 7:42:38 PM by KarlKadaver
edited 9th Aug '12 12:48:49 PM by wikkit
"Fina-" Sheathe started, before Stalwart said it for her. "...took the words right out of my mouth." It was a bit unfortunate for the curator that Sheathe's mask covered her lips, as it would've been apparent that she smiled as he carried her. Now this, I don't mind.
Without responding to Jordan, Doll started to head in the direction she met with the muted person to check. "Whoa, hey, Doll, wait up-" Not wanting to be left behind, James followed.
Still, it's some coincidence... Aria briefly wondered if some law of the universe was at fault. But yeah, sure, why not. When do you want to meet up? Tomorrow?
Stalwart carried himself into an arc up and over the buildings and by extension Darktail, then levelled out and started cruising slowly. He flipped his visor up and started scanning the rooftops for the thief, using the light from his armor as a spotlight. "You want me to let you down, or are you good?" he asked Sheathe.
Tomorrow sounds good. You know that famous French cafe down on the wharf? Taya left her computer for a moment, strode into her living room. The fabric pile was still there, along with her machine. A half complete Yukari Yakumo was pinned and draped across her favorite mannequin, which in turn competed for floor space with stacks of DVD's, video games, and her widescreen high definition television. Musing to herself for a moment on her incredibly exaggerated lifestyle, Taya moved aside the mannequin to behold the rack on which she had kept some of her favorite previous costumes. She wondered which one she should wear to the meeting...
He waved Dollar off and closed the door.
"No," said the girl. She blinked. "But they took my mommies away. So I want to find them. Have you seen them? And you, Mr. Muscle Guy, have you seen them?"
She looked up to Jet, totally unafraid. He didn't seem like a mean guy to her, and anyway she was sure that if he was she could beat him up.
"Aw fu-", Jet caught himself, "eeer crying out loud. Do you live around here, kid? You got a name? Your mommies got names?"
"Mommy was called Trisha. Second mommy didn't have a name, but other people called her..." — she bit her lips, trying to remember — "Flame Spi-rit — what's a Spi-rit? — and Subject 1138-b. They called me Subject 1212. They were mean people, so I beat them up."
Madarch had the odd issue of being arrested presented to him. The officer fumbled around with his handcuffs, trying to find a suitable appendage to apprehend. Madarch simply tightened his body to one thin point, and pointed above the collar of his robe. "Try right here, sir. I'm not going to resist arrest or anything." The officer grunted at him as he put it on. With that, the Amazing Amanita was escorted over to the car. What did he think of tonight? Total Failure. Not a single man apprehended, a weapons shipment raided, the only one that was caught was dead. Madarch felt a bit of remorse on that one. He usually wasn't that angry. Most people don't burn a good portion of him, but that didn't matter. He "dun goofed", to quote something he heard once from some kid. He felt it encompassed the situation well.
edited 10th Aug '12 9:46:36 AM by wikkit
edited 10th Aug '12 11:28:24 AM by wikkit
Darktail took off on the rooftops as fast as she could, before bounding down into the dark and secluded alleyways.
Lutecia (for that was the girl) moaned and 1138-a stopped running. She gently lowered her to the floor, cradling her head in her hand.
"Are you alright, Elder Sister?" she asked quietly.
"Little sister..." she muttered. Then she smiled. "I... overdid it a little, neh?"
"A little, Elder Sister," agreed 1138-a. "Can you stand?"
Painfully and slowly, Lutecia first sat, then stood up. She staggered, and her sister held her. She made Lutecia lean on her.
"Let's go home," she said.
"But... the tea?" asked Lutecia.
"The golden person said he'd deliver it. As a favour."
"Ah... I think... He's called Dollar or something... Heard of him. Honest man."
Lutecia chuckled tiredly. "Wonder what his reaction to Uagen was."
"Rad." Jeff closed his eyes and blew into the bag, then pinched the bag shut. "You presumably want this, right?" he said, taking his mouth away from the bag.
The men charging at Gum-Girl tried to stop themselves from the shot, but were a bit too late, colliding into each other and getting stuck. As for the two men running away, they were a bit more evasive, turning to the side to avoid Gum-Girl's string shots before heading out the exits of the warehouse on opposite sides - Gum-Girl would only be able to pursue one of them.
Being let go by the knight, Sheathe drew one of her blades and stood by him without a word.
Gum-Girl took after the mook going left. She caught up to him pretty easily, shooting out a line of gum, and pulling up to him, kicking him to the ground. She stood on top of him, and jumping up and then back down right on his stomach. She got off and shot him with gum to stick him to the ground.
edited 10th Aug '12 9:07:43 PM by Saturn
Madarch studied his surroundings from the holding cell, safely confined at the Radio City police department. Just about 20 minutes or so, and he would be interrogated. He wanted to get out, badly. The fact that he doesn't have an American super-license* will not hold him here for long, there is still evil roaming about and things to do! No true trickster of his caliber would let due process take effect! The escape itself would be easy enough, one part because he can easily fit through the bars; the other because he never filled out his registration paperwork. Because of this, not a single one of these people knew the true power he held. His imagination ran wild as he came up with quite a few solutions to this. A sudden atom bomb warning, requiring evacuation? Fire springs up as Satan himself comes and scares everyone? A squad of nubile human women come along for no discernible reason? Well, yes, they would work. Mostly. Blindness would do. It wasn't very pleasant, though. Being blind causes people to become very frightened, it seems. Everyone in there seemed to be either screaming, crawling along the ground, tumbling about or just about to join in the screaming. Yes, not pleasant. The fungus realized that he would probably get sued by over a hundred people on grounds of Emotional Distress. Whatever. The surveillance cameras caught him walking out, he knew. He would have to walk about incognito. Like a band on the run. Acting like a smooth criminal. Madarch decided to moonwalk into the streets, as he made his vigilantehood official.
edited 10th Aug '12 10:00:16 PM by wikkit