City of Weirdos: The Superpower RP (Game Thread)

Random Street

Rha stepped seamlessly out of a polished window a couple blocks away from the church, then walked the distance quickly. He did notice a man in a straitjacket banging on the doors of the church next to his destination. He walked up to the man, "Hello, my friend it does appear that you are in a bit of a bind."

／人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼ Will you make a contract with me?

Rail City Museum

As she looked for Jessica in the main foyer, Tiger heard someone yelling from one of the more secluded exhibit halls. Wondering what it was, she was just about to go investigate when Cassandra came up to her.

"O-oh, Miss Tal!" Tiger turned around and blushed at both Cassandra's joke and her chosen attire. She had yet to get used to the frequent museum contributer, no matter hwo many times they met up. "Yes, I was about to go over to the Forbidden City replica to look for someone, but I wouldn't want to interrupt anything forcing you to help me..." she said, looking down at the papers in her hand.

The Highway

The silver-black hero approached the downed villain and moved to examine him "he doesn't seem to be, at least I hope him not to be"

The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.

With the Server being attacked for his delicious cargo

Upon hearing the shouts of Praising A "God Of Light", Raul Mendez turned around to come face to face with the charging Worshiper. Raul quickly held out the tray to the charging man, silently uttering a prayer to Santa Maria that he would not tackle him.

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With the Hot Head

"Uh, 'scuse me miss, who are you talking to?" Richard called out to the girl he had been closing in on. He had snuck back into this part of the museum for a quick smoke break, but wasn't all that pleased to find out that someone else had been here before him, however, rather than just not paying it any mind and continuing on his way, the curiosity inside the firebug however made that decidedly NOT an option, so, tray of Alcoholic Beverages in tow, he pressed on.

edited 19th Jan '14 9:15:13 PM by RomanianInquisitor

"I am nature's weapon. You are unfit to carry on your species, and I shall ensure that you do not do so!" - Charles Darwin, XCOM Sniper

The Highway

Throttle's eyes shot open, and as soon as he did so, rolled out of the way as he launched the SUV right next to him at Duo.

"Why does everything have to loop back to YGO?" -Guy who ruined YGO

The Highway

"Shit!" He exclaimed as he saw the SUV propel towards him. He attempted to dodge it by jumping assisted by his clones leg, which sprouted from his foot giving him extra air.

The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.

Rail City Museum

The sudden placement of the tray in front of him caused Levi to slip and land on top of the masked man.

He took a bite from one of the taquitos on the tray. He hadn't had anything like this in years. He had stuffed two more into his mouth.

Levi felt oddly comfortable lying on top of the masked man. When he had moved his hands over the man's arms, it had felt almost divine.

He whispered into the masked man's ear, "Blessed are ye, good sir." Some of the crumbs had fallen onto his shirt, but he didn't care.

Something inside Solomon had compelled him to take off the mask.

But before he could do so, some nasty thug in a vest rushed right into him. Somehow, he had managed to shake the brute off. He was probably after Levi's delicious taquitos.

"GET YER OWN MEATLOAF!" said Levi as he pointed at the ruffian. More of the food in his mouth fell out.

He heard the man say something. Although he couldn't hear the exact words, the thug had been undeniably brainwashed by Leonardo's Communist teachings. If he was to fight the heretics here, Levi would need his combat equipment.

He made a run for the main entrance, watching as the thug and and his strangely outfitted gang members chased after him.

The Highway

The Watchdog dashed sideways as Throttle launched the SUV at Duo, skidding to a halt when it got a clear shot of the supervilain.

"Stand down, Throttle!" Vigil's voice came over the machine's loudspeakers, launching a canister from one of its back-mounted guns. The shot split up in mid-air to reveal a weighted net that fell towards him.

Rail Museum 1F

Anders skirted into the foyer at the edge of some kind of commotion; a man had started shouting and been tackled. That was all well and good, as long as he wasn't some kind of front man for a cult invasion or another super planning to crack the relic exhibit. There probably wasn't anything that valuable in the display - at least, not the sort of magical relic or cursed statuette that everyone in this city seemed to fall over themselves collecting nowadays, as if it would let them stand up against even the janitors in Blackstone. Still, their artifact value alone was presumably high enough to merit stealing, but Anders also wanted to take a look at them before they were whisked away into some vill - some other villain's personal collection. He slipped a little closer to the door, finding himself closer to one of the wings. A socialite of some kind was hitting on a younger girl nearby; Anders ignored it, though he made a note to himself to mention it in the transcript when he got another free moment. Cot would probably enjoy the idea.

It's been fun.

Rail History Museum

"Not at all; you should know by now that no force moves me except my want..." Cassandra chuckled as she leaned over Tiger a bit, giving her a little grin. "Or perhaps I'm the one to impose...?"

Her heels stepping back, Cassandra's devious expression slipped seamlessly into a more friendly, welcoming smile. "Though I think it's best if you had some company. Can't take too much care, especially in times like these."

The Highway

"Don't get cocky, mutt! That was a lucky shot!" Throttle screamed as he raised a hand up into the air, lifting a Ford Fiesta off the ground to intercept the net. He then brought it down, the car plummeting toward the Watchdog like a meteorite from the sky.

edited 19th Jan '14 10:54:51 PM by TehStanman

"Why does everything have to loop back to YGO?" -Guy who ruined YGO

The Cemetery

Rha saw that the man at the church door was either ignoring him, or didn't hear him at all over the racket so he moved on into the cemetery. "Why hello, my good Doctor. I do believe it is time we discussed the matter my pay for this info and for my help with this little heist."

edited 19th Jan '14 11:00:18 PM by Gladonost

／人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼ Will you make a contract with me?

Rail City Arena

Haruki stared at the stage, a expressionless look on his face. He already found a public storage to leave his motorcycle behind in this town. Now he was simply watching the auction take place. He had no real interest in the gem, nor even the money to consider trying to bid. Still, this was the first place he saw, and he already bought a ticket out of curiosity. And there could always be the chance of someone trying to take it forcefully; There were guards, but he doubted they could fair way against any supers.

But until then, or hopefully not, Haruki was waiting for the auction to end.

Rail City Museum

Prince Zalyn Tor'Vadyn, Exile Prince of the Venusian Empire, and Earth Champion Zenith strolled into the Museum as if he owned the place. The Playboy Superhero was dressed for the occasion in one of the tailored suits he loved so much. At his side was the more subdued Kor'An Dexas, Former Imperial Protector, and current hero Apex. The green-skinned Martian donned one of his simple robes and kept a watchful eye out for his azure-colored friend.

The Prince smiled at the size of the crowd here at the museum. It was certainly a good place to see and be seen. And right then he saw a few very fine specimens of Humanity's females. They seemed wealthy as well. The Prince floated a few inches above the ground and made his way over to them. Kor'An rolled his eyes and followed. He flashed them a smile and said, "Hello ladies. Is something the matter? You seem concerned with something and it would be an absolute crime for me to let you continue to be bothered."

edited 20th Jan '14 12:00:50 AM by Mr.Didact

Stand Fast, Stand Strong, Stand Together

The Cemetery

Dismounting, for lack of a better term, from the arms of her servant, the Doctor quickly stowed the magazine before turning back to the pack of zombies that she had brought with her "Alright, good we're here finally. We can-"

She was interrupted by the racket by a bunch of shovels hitting the ground, as the zombie carrying them divested himself of his load. Pinching the bridge of her nose, in annoyance, she continued "I did not say drop the shovels..."

At this, her servant merely continued to stare at her vacantly, before loosing another quiet moan. Shaking her head and biting out the next order "Pick. Up. The shovels."

Turning around at the sound of the thief's arrival, the Doctor chose to ignore the groan that came from the zombie as he started recollecting the shovels. The eight-foot hulk of muscle from before, soon stepped up behind her, guarding her with it's bulk. From this close, one could easily see that it's muscled arms extended down to it's knees, giving it a rather primal stance. That alongside with the not-quite-right proportions of the quiet giant, probably left most grateful that the Doctor had taken the time to 'dress' it in a simple leather padding, that covered most of it's body. Though even that didn't entirely contain the smell of embalming and sterilizing agents wafting from the creature. With the hulking zombie that had carried her to her destination looming behind her, she soon recognized her temporary partner-in-crime "Oh. I wasn't expecting you so early."

As Rha spoke, the Doctor nodded before waving away at his words "Right, good evening to you....yes, yes, the usual go between is seeing to the transfer of your fees to the accounts you provided. Naturally, we'll need to acquire the rest of your payment, as well as my own rewards, ourselves. So..."

Natasya turned back to her pack of servants, before she started snapping out orders "Each of you take a shovel from Moan-y over here, leave the crowbars here for now...good, good. You over there, you there...right, start digging."

Turning back to Rha, she tilted her head to the now busy pack of zombies "We've got a couple of hours to kill, while they take care of that. So let's start discussing this little endeavor..."

"It all depends on how we look at things, and not on how they are themselves." -C.G. Jung

Rail History Museum

"Yes, I see what you mean, with all the criminal activity," Tiger said, looking up at Cassandra. "Thank you, I'm sure we'll find her before the event starts. Or at least I hope so..." She then saw the two men with unorthodox skin colors approach, one who was dressed in a fancy suit, and the other lizard like one dressed in a robe. Their odd appearance made her uneasy, but they weren't doing anything considered a crime. "D-don't mind me, I'm just finishing up something for the museum," Tiger responded to Zenith, trying not to stare too much.

The Highway

"attacking a lady is bad taste you know?" Called Duo as he was perched on a car. He pulled another pair of knives and proceeded to pelt them at Throttle.

The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.

The Cemetery

"First things first, my friend," Rha said pulling out a floor plan of the museum he had acquired earlier, "there are security cameras in these locations and the guards patrol or stand on these routes. The guards aren't very well armed, just batons and such as far as I could see. However the guards will not be a problem for us at all thanks to this little concoction." At this, Rha pulled out a very large canister filled with knockout gas, "The only thing we would need to worry about is a team of other supers interfering."

／人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼ Will you make a contract with me?

Rail City Museum 1st Floor

Now regretting wishing for a more exciting day Daniel helped the caterer up. After being tackled he froze and presumably chose to stay that way to avoid agitating the crazy man. Daniel found him a place to sit down and gather himself while setting off to find his boss and report what happened. On his way he passed by what looked like a pair of Star Trek extras, he would have asked them to leave if not for the sudden appearance of his boss. "Terribly sorry to interrupt Ms. Carter, but we've had an incident in the Relic Exhibit. A nutcase attacked one of the Catering staff while screaming something about 'The God of Light'. I attempted to restrain him but he managed to wriggle free and then told me to 'Get my own meatloaf' before running off. I doubt we'll see him again today but I think we should probably keep an eye out for him in case he comes around again."

edited 20th Jan '14 12:36:24 PM by Eachiunn

Rail City Museum, 1F

Well, the exhibit still wasn't open... but the socialite and the young woman had been interrupted by two people who appeared to be supers, if their skin color was any indication. That made Anders' stomach crawl a little. Of course there were going to be supers at the opening; some, like him, might even have come just to actually see the artifacts. But something about these two didn't exactly scream that they were supers attempting to have a normal night out on the town. It did scream other things - 'alien', for one, and 'devastatingly handsome' for another, particularly the blue-skinned man in the suit. But that wasn't important right now. What was important was that if there were supers being that obvious here, then he was bound to be not the only one sneaking around, either.

It's been fun.

Church

Anubis knew this was a bad idea. One person came into view at the cemetery, met soon after by a whole group. If he hadn't moved into the shadows by one of the corners of the church, he'd have been spotted immediately.

A good couple of the group were wielding shovels - grave robbers? The big guy was holding something but he couldn't tell what. And why did he sound female?

Focusing on the lone person as the giant guy spoke of plans, Anubis gazed into their shadow, discerning what he could. The word he'd use to describe him would be, from what he could tell, 'selfish', although less in a greedy way and more of a 'i'm top priority' way. Maybe 'selfish' was the wrong word, then.

He looks back to Mr. Giant Guy, spotting the figure of someone female. While he can't see her specifically, he knows she's giving orders. It makes more sense than the big guy having her voice, at any rate. Further eavesdropping tells him that the subject matter is something he's a little familiar with but he chooses not to reveal himself just yet. Where are they planning to visit, exactly?

"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill

Arena
"DIE!" a man in the crowd yelled, pulling out a rusty spoon and charging towards the stage. It looked like his target was Chad Kroeger, who was the featured singer with the band that night. The crazed man was drowned out by the music, and no one noticed him except the security guard he had bumped into.

"NO!" the man yelled as most of the security guards proceeded to beat him with their batons. It seemed like most of the Arena's rank-and-file security was now distracted by the new source of entertainment, leaving the stage, the mayor, and Santana further unprotected. "You don't understand! He's part of Nickelback! He has to die!"

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The Highway
Nearly half of the citizens in the area who received Vigil's message took it to heart. The other half - not so much.

Scores of dimwitted looters began to emerge from every nook and cranny imaginable as they took to the streets, eager to exploit the working room the supers had provided them with.

edited 20th Jan '14 12:28:41 PM by nman

The Watchdog leaped to one side, but wasn't fast enough to avoid the falling car entirely. The mass of metal clipped the robot's side and sent it sprawling across the pavement.

Vigil examined the unit's damage reports for a split second before working to get it back on its feet. At the same time, she noticed the looter streaming out of the woodwork with a virtual sigh. Really? Come on...

Every cell phone and piece of networked electronics within a few meters of each looter started to emit a painfully loud and high-pitched whine, which only died down if they backed away and went home.

The Highway

"That's a lady? Get out of town!" Throttle dodged out of the way of the knives. Then, seeing that Duo was on top of a car, telepathically shift the car upwards violently in an attempt to make Duo lose his balance.

"Why does everything have to loop back to YGO?" -Guy who ruined YGO

The Cemetery

Leaning over to examine the floorplan that Phase had provided, with her hulking protector mirroring the action, the Necromancer nodded along as he detailed what he had uncovered. Glancing over towards her, quite industrious, zombies to make sure they were proceeding along with their task, she turned her attention back to her partner-in-crime as he finished his assessment.

Nodding, at the mention of possible Super interference "That shouldn't be an issue. As soon as my servant finished digging, we'll have quite the distraction at our disposal." gesturing towards the half-dug graves.

"If I may, I propose that I lead my lot straight into the front of the museum. Play the over-confident villain and all that. Send my servants in to smash or grab anything valuable, maybe grab a hostage or two. Get in too deep, and retreat, while having however many of my servants are left scattering into the streets, leading anyone with 'heroic' notions on a merry chase. Meanwhile, you slip in while security's attention is focused on my little distraction, and play the master thief. We rendezvous back here, and settle up. Does that sound like an equitable division of labor, to you?"

For all the fact that she had hired Rha for his expertise, it was evident that the Doctor had spent no small amount of time considering how best to complete the job, as well. Oddly, she didn't seem to mind trusting a known thief with the payoff for the job.

"Best case scenario, they won't even know it was you. We both get away scot-free, several artifacts richer, with a minimal loss of life." She considered that line of thought for a moment before adding "Worst case scenario, we invoke the wrath of God upon our heads. Literally."

It also seemed she was rather oblivious to the presence of their eavesdropper, which wasn't terribly surprising. There was a reason she hired a master thief; being sneaky and spotting others being being sneaky wasn't her area of expertise.

edited 20th Jan '14 1:16:19 PM by dungeonguy88

"It all depends on how we look at things, and not on how they are themselves." -C.G. Jung