Golden Age of Heroes - Now It's Showtime!

"No, no, I'm fine. I'll just walk back. I have a bike that needs to be retrieved, and considering what went down I doubt you'd want to head back to the bank, mask or no mask."

He picked up a bundle of things left over from his impromptu makeover, and made his way over to the doorman to be let out. "Besides, it's a crisp December day, and I can't say that a walk in the cool air never hurt me. I guess I already left my contact info at that whorehouse, so you've probably already got where to talk to me."

Conducting Escape Still

A clip fired from Stanley rattled Hetep's body as the bullets embedded themselves in her frame. Of course, none of these injuries mattered. She couldn't feel pain, didn't feel bothered by turning into swiss cheese.

Well, other than her pride being hurt. Calmly, she reached for a spare clip - she has wisened up after her gun was out for the first time - and loaded it into the pistol before returning fire. This stallmate was getting on her nerves, but for now she had to entertain that fool until the train reached someplace where she could lose 'em, all while keeping track of other interpid fleas boarding her chariot.

Civility: Subway

The Queen of Diamonds rolled her eyes at the obvious and ineffective attack coming her way, easily dodging out of the way before leaping down and rolling as she landed. The thief threw a large amount of rocks at her pursuer as she resumed running.

Opportunity: John's office

The PI looked at the women calmly. "Ma'am, I hate to be the one to tell you this but based on things I saw at the tail end of the war, I'd say what we have here is your standard doomsday cult. Had a couple of them running around Europe, think one of them was even involved in the Nazi party leadership. Your husband has likely been brainwashed or was simply weak-willed and taken in by their bullshit." He explained in a matter-of-fact tone.

Exiting Joviality

Neheressa spared a glance to the fallen king and sighed. -"Blasted weakling"- she muttered under her breath as she continued leaping after the men. If that was their king then their whole kind was below him, in theory, so she'd have a kingdom of weaklings below her, not as useful, save for sheer numbers of course. Not ideal but she had worked with less before.

The firing of one of the terrans distracted her from her train of thoughts. A pair of pistols with simple mechanisms to ignite chemical charges and propel metal projectiles. Not hard to dodge, she thought in a fleeting manner as she bounced around in an attempt to evade the bullets, but irritating, the smoke they emitted was a tad irritating on her senses. And the fact the terran was a decent shot that had grazed her a few times now made it more frustrating. At least she wasn't bleeding- A shot pierced her skin and penetrated the front of her thigh, thankfully it was stopped from going much deeper by the toughness of her muscle tissue.

Oh of course she had to get cocky. She was slowed by the now bleeding wound, but undeterred in spirit. She coiled herself on the branch of a nearby tree and she propelled herself forth, aiming to land in front of the escaping cowards.

Civility: World History Museum

At the sight of all the property damage and destruction, Durga had to hold back an audible growl. How dare they carelessly use priceless historic items as bludgeoning tools? She dropped onto all fours as the man started firing a gun, and grabbed the Golden Disc from her belt, one of the few actual items with power in the entire Museum. With an expert throw, the disc spun towards him and knocked the gun from his hand. As soon as he was disarmed, Durga exploded towards him, reminiscent of an actual tiger charging.

She'd secure this thief and then hunt down the others one by one if she had to.

Civility: World History Museum - Cultists in Masks

With Durga disarming him and pouncing at him with all the wrath of a wild beast, the strange costumed man immediately began to back away and brought his free hand into his jacket, tossing out a small series of throwing knives at the superheroine. Not enough to stop her, likely, but hopefully enough for her to slow down a bit.

Exiting Joviality - Bartholomew Forrester

"Heads up!" Bart watched as Neheressa leaped far through the air, the alien princess intent on cutting the two escaping men from the front.

But can she fly?

The marksman mentally traced the princess's trajectory and where she would land, quickly chambering just a few bullets, before taking aim... and firing right at where she'd be.

Opportunity: Office of Drescher, P.I. - Frightened Housewife

"B-But he used to be so normal... W-What can we do about it? C-Can you bring him back? Should I call the police?"

Civility: Subway

Strike-Back had overcommitted to his attack, and the end result was him landing on his ass and subsequently falling off the train. In the long run, this was for the better, since the rocks would have taken his head off if he'd been there to get hit by them. But in the short run, all it did was make him yell obscenities with every thud onto a hard surface.

Barely able to move thanks to the pain, he somehow managed to pull himself up to his feet and start shambling in the Queen's general direction. He pulled his gun out and started reloading, just in case he did catch up—or something else caught up to him.

Superfashion

"Alright, man. You have a nice night. I'll let you know if we get any assignments." Death Grip nodded to Silver Light, then limped out to his car and got going home.

Stanley took a bullet zinging through his left arm before he could get back to cover. He cringed and swore, but it looked like it made it all the way through. The bullets didn't seem to do anything to his opponent, though, which was at the present time a little more pressing than that wound. "You can't run forever, you know. How about we work out a deal, hmm?"

Exiting Joviality

The alien soldier crossed the sky like a majestic bird of pray, eying the place she was to land on to stop the runaway craven terrans. As she neared the ground she spared a glance at the pair of humans, merely to check on their current position and if they had taken an alternate route to escape her, but instead one was aiming a pistol at the area she was going to land in. The hot painful feeling on her thigh warned her to avoid this shot, but at this point she considered dodging difficult. This made her consider her other option, blocking the shot. I would be difficult with her bludgeon but perhaps she could. She twisted her body in the air like a feline to put the zapstick in front of her just before landing, and stick her other limbs out towards the ground to provide support.

Two shots bounced off the rod, laying dents on it and pushing it out of her hand due to an infirm grasp during the leap. A third found its way to her upper arm as her hands and feet touched the ground, again stopped by her muscle tissue before doing too deep of a damage. Neheresa winced and grunted in pain, aggravated by the friction of the landing on her bare but durable skin.

edited 20th Aug '15 10:56:08 PM by Sanojutsu

Conducting Escape

Hetep-heres' lips curved in a nasty grimace.    "So now you wish to bargain with me after opening your line of arguments with a gunshot?"    She snarled, holstering the pistol nonetheless. He couldn't hurt her, so now he was thinking out ideas to get himself out of the pickle.

   "Why would I listen to your insignificant babbling now, backstabbing vermin?"    She asked in a demanding tone, her eyes narrowing.

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edited 18th Aug '15 7:44:05 PM by EchoingSilence

Civility, On Top A Runaway Train

Even as Stanley traded bullets with the undead magic Nazi, Jerry Kings, Gentleman Avenger, was slowly making his way towards the engine.

While evening spats didn't seem to make for climbing shoes, he seemed to move like he was walking through a park, his Mantle flapping in the wind.

"Now, how would one stop a train?" The Masked Avenger was closing in on his target, the engine. But he advanced slowly, for who knew what surprises she had up her sleeve?

"Because you holstered your gun when I proposed it." Stanley said plainly. He casually eyed the comic again—a high-angle shot, looking down on the two of them. The Gentleman Avenger on the roof, headed for the engine. His grip on the comic tightened for a fraction of a second with the birth of an idea. With practiced deftness, he closed his comic book, rolled it into a tube, and stowed it in a pocket.

"I think that everyone is getting particularly... tired... of this chase. But we also want to make sure we get results." He enunciated clearly and slowly—negotiations with a criminal, but specifically the kind you did while the rifleman moved into position. "You've been beaten pretty badly, but I'm sure you've still got some loot stashed on you, or nearby. Give up some more of your spoils, we land this train, and nobody else has to get hurt."

She laughed at his proposition although the laugh lacked amusement. It was more of a tired, forced sound made to imitiate laugh.    "I have none of what has been recovered on me. Why would I have it?"    She replied flatly.    "These treasures are in a safe place, away from plunderers and brigands like the previous owner of that train."    Her tone had a bit of edge to it.

   "I propose my own deal. Leave at once. Call off your allies and then we shall forget about everything that happened here."    Truth be told, she was a little tired of fighting. She needed a calm place - back in her estate - to recover, to grow strong again.

"You're saying that like you have any real power here." Stanley reloaded and pulled his lighter out. "And that demand implies that you have the ability to attack us, right here, and right now, even though like I said earlier you're clearly holding back. You're powerless. Just like you were powerless to stop the archeologists that originally recovered 'your' artifacts." He holstered his pistol and lit a cigarette. Come on, man, get your shit done. This taunt better not be in vain... "Or to stop anyone from jumping around the throne, conquering and reconquering Egypt, passing around your homeland like a five-dollar whore. Beautiful, really. If only you truly knew how much you'd lost before you even started playing."

Civility, Chuggin' Along~

After a quick leap, Jerry Kings landed on the engine's roof, landing soft-footed as a cat and almost slipping. The shooting stopped, meaning that Stanley was partially successful in drawing her attention.

Getting on his belly so he could peer into one of the engine's windows, the Masked Avenger looked into the room and at his target, the pale lady in the Nazi uniform. There was a reflexive disgust and rage at the sight of the tight black clothes.

Mentally, he began judging the distance, mapping out his actions for when the time was right.

Addisu sucked air through his teeth. "Doesn't look like those bullets did much..." He glanced at the route ahead to make sure he didn't crash into anything, and came face-to-bend with an abrupt right turn. "Hold on, Bart! Sharp turn ahead!" Addisu turned his wheelchair sideways quickly, making them skid along the asphalt before rocketing off around the corner.

Her eye briefly twitched, but her expression remained unchanged despite the harsh words.    "Why would I care for the shadow of its former self? Egypt of today is not Egypt of my time, merely its pitiful parody."    She brought a finger to her temple, as if thinking.

   "Your taunts are for naught unless you wish to incur my wrath and see who really is powerless."    She began walking forward, not bothering to draw her firearm again. He was correct in that she had no power to attack him at the distance - but she needed not to. His actions could only hurt her pride, but not her body... and why bothering with spells and hexes if she could just snap his neck in two as if it was a chicken rather than a man?

Stanley kept firing away. "Please show me, because you've yet to show me anything at all threatening, you know that? Just empty threats and prose worthy of Shakespeare in the goddamn park." He shook his head. "All dung and no beetle!"