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Joviality: Fairgrounds
Strike-Back heard another set of footsteps and looked back to find Skullface was running behind him. For a split-second, he thought the thing was going to attack him, but after thinking it over, he figured an ally would be useful if he was going to take down Pauline. He gestured for Skullface to keep following him.
[Cheesy '60's-Batman-style transitional effect]
Art Gallery
About a block away from the art gallery, Strike-Back finally started getting too winded to even walk. He leaned up against the nearest wall, clutching his side and heaving for breath. It was going to take him a couple minutes to recover.
Just pretend I wrote something witty here, okay?
Civility: Art Gallery Rooftop - Pauline and Vyvaen
Pauline swiveled his tommy gun arm towards the strange alien woman, only to find it empty - he had clumped it together in the giant metal mass he tossed down at Phosphorus.
Just as well, it was out of bullets anyway.
"SHIT-" Pauline stumbled back, scurrying back as Vy narrowly missed cutting off his outstretched arm. He did his best to hurriedly stand but kept fumbling onto his back - delirious from his overheated, exhausted body still sizzling from Phosphorus's burns. His eyes glanced around for something, anything he could use - Come on, I'm in a city, there's fucking metal everywhere!!!
Then his eyes glinted at Vy's blade. Metal! As she swung down at him, he raised his arm to stop it with his powers... and lost a good chunk of his hand and arm in the process.
"ARGRHGRHRGHR FUCKSHITBITCHFUCKCRAPSHIT-" Seeing the blade up close, it glowed with a strange alien technology.
"Watcha tryin' to do there?" Vy continued smiling, like a mask fixed on her face.
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With his bloodied stump of an arm, Pauline reached out one last time, his eyes trying to focus behind Vy. The sound of metal tearing from concrete made Vy turn her head before jump-gliding out of the way; Pauline had attempted to backstab her with a rooftop antenna but for his troubles, he only ended up impaling himself.
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Vy blinked and looked at the mangled, impaled body of Pauline, still barely breathing, just barely alive. "Wow, you did my job for me, what an upstanding guy! Looks like you're outta juice though... Still, don't want you causing anymore trouble though, so..."
Vy held her blade up. "Nighty night~"
Pauline's scream could be heard from block over as Vy impaled his forehead. Tearing off a piece of cloth from her dress, she wiped her sword on the cloth before sheathing it away. "Not as good as a test tube, but it'll do~"
Joviality: Café - Bartholomew Forrester
"Yeah, well, good luck with that," Bart said before pulling out a revolver out of his jacket and firing a shot at the spider with disinterest.
Joviality: Jupiter High Fairgrounds - Mayor Eileen Burke
The Mayor nodded to Niko as he headed off, asking him to keep in touch, but she stayed silent as Phosphorus spoke. She wasn't anywhere close to beginning to forgive him just yet, though her expression did soften, just a bit, before the paramedics brought her on board the ambulance.
Laying down on the stretcher with the siren wailing, Eileen closed her eyes. A lot to think about, and a lot of rest was needed.
edited 30th Jul '15 12:27:17 AM by Starbound2
Dying inside and out.
Civility: Art Gallery
Skullface looked around in moderate confusion. It could have sworn that it and the dark clad man had been running out of the fair not a moment age. Then it saw a gas mask spin in front of its eyes, and now they were here. The matter was quickly forgotten when a piercing scream echoed from the roof of the art gallery. The villain must be committing more crimes! He was insatiable in his thirst for evil!
Skullface walked over to the man hunched over against the wall and bumped into him. "Our foe is above, gun man. We must find a way up," it rasped.
Abe Lincoln Museum
"Theft. I think of things it thinks belongs to it." Stanley conjectured. "If you would do research on it, I could count that in on wages, by the way. I'm Officer Stanley Morrison, by the way. Call me Stanley." He held out his hand to shake. "So I take it you all want in on the job?"
The Rabbit Hole
"Just like I could have removed your mask but didn't, partner." Death Grip replied. "And I can do famous, easily. You're right, most of these supers have another way to keep the lights on. Heroism doesn't pay, and neither did anything else when I came back from the war. But I had these hands, and Lucia needed some help, so I landed the gig. Rich, that's just on the horizon. Good looking?" He fastened the splint tight and stood. "We can solve that right now. If you're done with Betty's girls here we can go assemble you a new outfit, courtesy of the Calzarettas."
King of Lame-Style
Joviality - Cafe
Neheressa listened at the would be spider-headed king and couldn't help but laugh. "War!? you want this world? You might as well be staking a claim to a pile of mud with a handful of monkeys on top of it, if you as me it doesn't deserve to be conquered!" she said belting out with a loud laugh. Calming down she she added, laying back down "fine, fine, do as you may, but be quieter, if not I might have to kill you and I don't need your filthy terran blood on my hands."
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.
Civility, Abe Lincoln Museum
Jerry took the proffered hand and shook it firmly. Under his gloves, Stanley could feel the obvious strength in his grip.
"Something like this might have slipped under my notice while I was over there in Africa. Let's not make sure it gets away this time. So, in short, yeah. You got my help."
edited 20th Jul '15 10:28:46 PM by KR_Vandal
Dying inside and out.
Civility: Abraham Lincoln Museum
Sonicwoman walked forward with a grin and clapped Stanley on the shoulder, "Mine too. I've handled my fair share of Nazis, and I'm always ready handle some more."
Her eyes then met The Gentleman Avenger's, "And I want a rematch at some point."
Civility, Abe Lincoln Museum
Jerry only stuck out his tongue in response. Looking at him now, it was hard to envision that the Mantle-clad costumed crusader was considered to be among the most experienced heroes Los Cielos had in residence.
He hopped off his seat on the car's roof. "So what's our first step, Officer Morrison? You're the one calling the shots."
edited 20th Jul '15 10:35:26 PM by KR_Vandal
"I'm a bit attached to what I have, but sure. Let's..." he paused, quickly pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from one of his many pockets, scribbling on it furiously and then handing it to the lady that woke him up. Scarlet, he assumed. He sheepishly mumbled "M-my PO box..." before turning around to Grip and almost shouting "SURE, LET'S GO" before heading for the door.
With a loud grunt, Namacuix took the bullet squarely into one of his right hands. As it was bleeding a yellow-brownish ichor, he raised it to his face to inspect. He calmly turned to Matli and said "Please, Matli, go return to the others. Come back with them if I don't return in 30 minutes." As his right-hand man started running in the opposite direction, he then calmly turned back to the pistol-wielding peasant, and with a loud screech bull-rushed him, fangs and claws wildly swinging.
Back after a long hiatus
Addisu's eyes widened at the giant, murderous spider rushing towards him, and he propelled his wheelchair off to the side while rummaging around in his pouch of cars.
“Not a promise, not an oath, or a malediction or a curse. Inevitable." - Taylor Hebert
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Art Gallery
"Sounds like...*huff*...a plan," said Strike-Back as he looked up at the roof. "To be honest...*whew*...right now...*huh*...I feel like taking the elevator." He clutched his side. Hopefully he'd be done cramping up by the time he got up there to whatever it was that was happening.
Just pretend I wrote something witty here, okay?
Dying inside and out.
Civility: Art Gallery:
Skullface hesitated. It was glad that they were on the verge of facing the villain. Unfortunately its companion seemed to be in no condition to be prompt. Skullface had a feeling that it would need help for the coming fight. The bones of a hand and forearm wrapped in black muscle emerged from its sleeve. It placed the appendage on Strike-Back and began to half-push, half-carry him into the building.
"Right! Let's move!" Now all it had to do was figure out what an elevator was.
"Good, good." Death Grip followed Silver Light out. "Lemme just get a message to the boss." He called over another girl and handed her a piece of paper, with a note: Got a new super recruit. Silver Light. Phases in and out of reality. Getting him a new costume. -DG
He caught up to Silver Light, then walked his fellow super over to his car: a nice black sedan, tinted windows. "Now, as part of the agreement, it's 100% your prerogative whether or not you unmask. I'm in a sort of 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours' sort of policy myself, though." He popped open both doors, and got in. "The designer we're gonna see works for us, and only real mob goons shop there, so you don't have to be masked up there."
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Civility: Art Gallery
Strike-Back was taken aback at first at the feeling of being pushed/carried, but he didn't mind it. Once the cramp in his side eased up, he started walking ahead on his own.
"Thanks," he said as he looked back at Skullface. "The elevator's over here. Follow me." He walked over to the elevator, pushed the up button, and waited for it and Skullface to arrive.
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Los Cielos, 6:00 PM - The Evening News
In a city as busy as this, the radio stations were always abuzz with one thing or another. The night was no different.
"Excitement turned to terror today as super criminal Pauline Addessi attacked at the reopening of the Jupiter High Fairgrounds. Los Cielos's mayor, Eileen Burke, was hospitalized after the mad criminal took her hostage..."
"A simple bank robbery turned deadly as Betty Bombshell and her hired thugs opened fire on civilians without remorse. With this crazed cartoon on the loose, can the city rest easy tonight...?"
"Although the war is over, it appears the Nazis are not yet down for the count as the Museum of Abraham Lincoln was attacked today by a Hilde von Heinz... Ironically her robbery was cut short by a sudden timely intervention by Amadeus von Hertz, otherwise known as the Conductor, in his attempt to destroy the museum himself. Von Hertz, another suspected Nazi sympathizer, was placed in custody, but Hilde von Heinz remains at large..."
And so on the reports went, telling of the deeds of the day made known to the world. But still, many events went unnoticed, some small, but leading to bigger things... And what's more, the night has just begun. In a town of criminals and vigilantes, when the lights go down, that's when the world is set in motion.
Joviality, Café - Bartholomew Forrester
Seeing the giant spider man charge at him, Bart ducked behind and knocked over an outdoor table, using it as cover as he fired more shots from his revolver, aimed at Namacuix's fangs.
"Maybe we should look into checking out the mainland, Los Angeles, instead!" Bart shouted over at Addisu while hiding behind cover, reloading his gun. "Probably less talking man-spiders there! Well, here's hoping, anyway!"
Civility, Art Gallery Rooftop - Vyvaen Nhailu
Casually humming to herself, Vy took out her medical kit and placed her glamour crystal into a socket just the right fit for it. Clicking together, the compact lab gained access to its genetic analysis, and with the bloodied cloth of Pauline's blood, she dabbed it onto the gemstone, a light emission scanning and listing out all the relevant information on the display.
"Good, good, this is a good start~" the Mirandan princess sang to herself. Then, hearing footsteps approaching the rooftop access door, she closed the case and slipped it back beneath her many layered dress before hopping off the roof - just in time for Skullface and Strike-Back to see the strange woman fall to her apparent doom.
edited 30th Jul '15 12:27:41 AM by Starbound2
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Late Night by Abraham Lincoln Museum
Yes, technically Hilde von Heinz was still at large.
Of sorts.
It took her a moment, but Hetep-heres was able to avoid suspicion and attention after Condcutor has been taken away and her body obliterated. So they thought at least. No, she would not be destroyed by a manchild's toy. That would be embarassing. How would she stand before Apophis and Seth if she were to be so humiliatingly defeated?
Sadly, her suit was ruined, but that was nothing her servants wouldn't be able to fix. Perhaps send a zombie or two to raid a clothes' shop... no, that wouldn't be needed. Dusting off her miraculously unharmed cap, the Egyptian queen from time immemorial sighed. The reforming process has always been painful. First, the pieces have to gather together; then they must assemble themselves and begin putting the whole composition in one place. It used to be painful early on, but she got used to the negative sensation. For now it was a mere inconvenience.
All in all, swallowing her broken pride and humiliation, the operation was mostly successful. Her zombies have managed to survive the ordeal plus she still had a fair share of exibits to examine in peace. For now she didn't need much else, except maybe finding that impertinent German and teaching him some respect. Yes, respect. Killing him would be almost too easy.
...now, the one last thing she needed to do today was to remove herself from the vicinity.
edited 25th Jul '15 11:17:05 AM by FergardStratoavis
Big Grah
Back after a long hiatus
"Probably, yeah! Shall we leave now or do you want to keep beating spider-man over here?" Addisu prepared a car, just in case.
“Not a promise, not an oath, or a malediction or a curse. Inevitable." - Taylor Hebert
Lincoln Museum, Stanley's Offer
"Sounds like fun." Hurricane said, smacking her fist into her palm in readiness. "This could be quite the fight."
Evening- Calzaretta Estate, Modernity
Niko pulled up towards the gates of the Calzaretta household, eyes quickly flickering to his wristwatch as he eased off the throttle. What he saw made him sigh quietly, though the sound was muffled by the scarf wrapped around his lower face. I made it on time. he thought, relieved. I was lucky that repairing the goods took less time than expected, or else...
The android grimaced internally. The Calzaretta Matriarch knew he was a robot, and thus, didn't need to hold back on her "warnings", knowing that he could shrug off and repair damage that would kill most humans.
The sound of footsteps snapped the android courier out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see a few Calzaretta guards approaching his bike. Niko pulled down his scarf and gave a polite nod to them before speaking
"Good evening. I've come on orders of Lady Calzaretta." He said, reaching into his rucksack and showing them the delivery request. "To be delivered by 6.PM...I trust that I am not late?"
edited 25th Jul '15 11:10:09 AM by svenorzokarkoff
Combat mode, engage
Opportunity-diner.
"Food is a luxury for when I have some extra spending money." Johnathan explained as they sat down at there table. "Now essentially what I'd like to do is find an employee who doesn't seem like their hypnotised, follow them when they leave work and interrogate. Interrogations go fast when you look like I do."
Civility-art gallery
A strange looking women landed right in front of Rachel. So the Queen of Diamonds didn't question, just swung her gauntleted arm directly at this stranger, not looking to see whether she hit or not, before taking off for a nearby subway entrance.
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Civility: Art Gallery
The first thing Strike-Back saw was a bizarre-looking woman jumping off the rooftop. The next thing he saw was a dead Pauline sprawled out on the ground with an arm missing and an antenna through him.
His first response was anger. All this way, and someone else had gotten to Pauline first. He ran up and kicked the mobster's corpse right in the face. But that anger quickly cooled into something more rational, and he took a couple steps back to think. If the woman who just jumped was Pauline's killer, then either she already had it in for him or there was something much more sinister at work here. Either way, she was clearly far more powerful than him. And if that was the case...
"We'd better head back down," said Strike-Back. "I don't think that woman was jumping out of guilt."
edited 25th Jul '15 8:46:20 PM by NitrousThunder
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Dying inside and out.
Skullface huffed in irritation. Sure it was glad the villain got what was coming to him, but it didn't exactly relish another painfully silent ride in that box. It peered over the edge of the roof after the jumper just in time to see another woman swing a fist in time to see another woman attack her and start running. Skullface turned back to its companion went it was sure that he was finished venting, "Hmph. Do we have to take the box?"
Sleep? Sleep?! Sleep is for the weak!
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"You mean the elevator?" said Strike-Back. "Well, it's that or the stairs, and the stairs will take much longer. Let's go."
Strike-Back went back to the elevator and hit the down button. It opened immediately, and he stepped inside.
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He looked warily at Grip when he handed the note off, as he was still a bit uneasy about this whole deal. This was the mob, after all, he didn't have any real experience with them (beyond beating a couple low-level pushers of theirs into a hospital), but he somehow doubted a plan like this would happen after just a couple minutes of talking. At the same time, he could almost taste the money coming his way if this goes off right. He chose to listen to the latter notion as he got in the car.
"I don't think I'd gain anything from showing you my face," he said as he sidled uncomfortably into the back seat, "and you wouldn't gain anything from seeing mine. Let's just make an agreement to keep it at that."
Namacuix's pain was only made worse when one of the bullets hit the side of his head, badly grazing along the side of his exoskeleton and causing more ichor to spill from his head. It managed to make him even a little bit angrier as he roared "Just drop down and accept your fate, HUMAN!" He picked up the table with his functional arms and attempted to bring it down on the gunman's face, screaming with an ear-piercing cacophony.
Silas took off, "You get the message boss?" Mari asked, "Yeah, bomb threat."
Why was it always something, and why today of all days? Couldn't they have waited until Saturday when he had free time? Silas grumbled, the Cobalt Reaper was needed.
"Maybe I should look into making robot duplicates Mari..." he suggested, "I'd suggest just trying to finish your other armor projects for now sir."