Post-Heist Vlogging at 9:00 PM
"Okay, look, first of all, I grabbed all that money because I needed a weapon." A young woman stood in an alley behind a convenience store and spoke into her phone's camera. She was dressed in a jacket and a bear mask gifted from the same NRA Furry she got the kevlar vest from. This video was going straight to her Twitter account, @Bearish_Markets. The Bear had a strong social media presence, with thousands of followers.
Her voice was hoarse and nasally, but came out of the mask with strange clarity. "A guy was mugging a woman, so I, you know, I yanked some money out of a dude's briefcase. Only found out afterwards he was with a Superior Industries truck dropping off a payment, and, you know, fuck those guys." A huge blocky hand made of dollar bills waved from off-camera, wiggling its fingers. "Matter of fact, think I'm gonna finish what I started."
The bear head lolled backwards and The Bear coughed out a laugh. "I'll see you guys later. Gonna go flip a truck. Go look up Superior Industries if you wanna know the thieving bastards." She finished the video, let the post load from her pocket, and strode back into the street. The van was stopped and the executive lookin-ass dude she'd "robbed" was on his cellphone. A military-looking eurasian dude was keeping watch with a nasty-looking pistol.
"How many people has your company killed prematurely, you think?!" The money-fist rocketed into the van, dented the body, and tipped it over. A flood of loose change surged from pockets and streets to defend against the guard's gunshots. "You know an accident just like this'll ruin the life of any one of your factory workers? So fuck you! We tried peaceful negotiation! When's that ever worked, huh?! The promises of the New Deal are considered radical, but you motherfuckers haven't seen radical yet!"
"Mmm...processed meat." Walter Jones thought to himself jokingly. He knew full well the stories about how hotdogs were made up of who-knew-what kind of meat excess parts.
He also didn't care, regardless of how much truth there was. All he cared was that it tasted good.
This particular vendor's dogs were especially tasty. At least, he thought so. Which meant it was fortunate for him that the owner wasn't someone who recognized him. The Freezerburn 'costume' and its mask may have been well known, but the man behind it, Walter Jones? That was a face which was far more obscure. Likewise, his
Which was a big deal when it Freezerburn wanted to move around the city without attracting attention. A silly idea on some level. Freezerburn, not wanting to attract attention?
But silly as it was, today that was the truth. He had no plans for today. No destructive acts, not even a scouting mission. Today, he was merely another 'citizen' of Easton City. Mostly. As far as anyone else was concerned, that's all he was at least.
Assuming nothing struck his fancy.
"Mmm...dog." He mumbled to himself as he finished. That's when the explosion happened.
A smile found its way onto Walter's face. A malevolent smile. Something exciting was happening nearby. Quickening his pace, but doing his best to avoid looking suspicious, he started his way towards the sound of the commotion. Contrary to what some people believed, Freezerburn didn't have to always be responsible for whatever was going on. Sometimes, he was content to merely watch as others did the destruction for him.
Was nice living in a city where he wasn't the only supervillain at large.
Plus, odds were that whatever was going on, an explosion like that would attract superheroes. He might get to catch a fight. Or, if it looked like something really good was going on, he might even wind up doing something exciting today after all.
9:10 PM, Street Outside Convenience Store
The military man and the suited executive suddenly collapsed, and a young white-haired woman in a purple dress with a purple and gold chest insignia shaped like an eye caught the Bear's gaze and nodded curtly at her by way of greeting.
It had been easy enough for her to find the Bear- all she had had to do was go to one of the places previously robbed and get a hold of her psychic signature, giving her an excellent view of where she was and what she was doing.
I was hoping peaceful negotiation might work now, seeing as you would probably beat me in a fair fight, she telepathically projected to the Bear. I must apologize for speaking to you this way- most people find it frightening- but it seemed the only way to get your attention.
I'm known as Mindseye, and I work for Irving Investigations. I was hoping you and I could talk- hopefully someplace where your friend with the gun won't find us, seeing as he'll be waking up any minute now. Any suggestions?
edited 15th Jul '16 7:33:10 AM by emilyorthoclase
Several City Blocks Away from the Easton City National Museum - The Conductor
Fortunately for the museum (or perhaps unfortunately, as that would be a different villain sacking them at this time with another on his way), the Conductor was nowhere nearby at the time. It was not for lack of effort though. Securing a vehicle when you are a wanted criminal is difficult, and he had only just arrived into town this late evening. Taxis fled at the sight of the strange sparking pale man, and much to his absolute detestation, Amadeus von Hertz had only one recourse to depend upon. Public transit.
"Perchance, does this line travel by the museum?"
"Transfer to bus 30A in 6 stops. Two dollars plus 75 cents transfer."
The Conductor grumbled and stepped forward, putting his crumpled bills into the change machine. Unfortunately, the bus driver caught sight of his face and gasped. "Y-You're that Nazi general man! T-The Conductor!"
Amadeus growled. "'I AM NOT A- Whatever, it is no matter to you! Just take me to the stop!"
"N-Nuh-uh! Y-You're getting off the bus now, or I-I'm calling the cops!"
A gloved hand smacked the Conductor's forehead as he felt the verge of a headache coming on. "For god's sake- I am a consumer like everyone else! I pay my sales tax! I paid the fare! THE CUSTOMER IS ALWAYS RIGHT!!! I DEMAND SERVICE!!!"
The bus driver stumbled back into his seat as the stick man approached, groping helplessly at his radio. "W-We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone...!"
"WELL I, AS CUSTOMER, RESERVE THE RIGHT TO REFUSE YOUR SERVICE!!!"
The entire bus shook, windshield and side window blasting apart as its occupants screamed, fleeing out the windows and right past the supervillain and every which way they could as he zapped the bus driver point blank full force. Never minding the fleeing civilians, the Conductor unceremoniously pushed the driver out the window and attempted to start the car... before realizing the controls were fried as well.
"UGH...! UNRELIABLE MACHINE...!" He kicked the dash with a twiggy leg before wincing in pain and hobbled out of the bus, watching people flee in terror. Spotting a slightly elderly man wheeling away on a segway, the Conductor ran over, shoved him off, and claimed it for himself, making his way to the museum.
"LEARN TO USE A REAL VEHICLE, YOU INDOLENT IMBECILE...!" he screamed. While using said vehicle. Which he stole.
edited 14th Jul '16 11:29:36 PM by Starbound2
Convenience Store, Probably a 7-11
Don Joe walked down the sidewalk, his hand jingling with the loud sounds of several quarters and nickels rubbing together. Somehow, he had managed to pick up enough aluminum cans that were littering the street and turn them into several dollars at a nearby recycling center - while likely not an impressive feat, for him it was an accomplishment due to having had Flashbacks several times due to a number of troubling incidents including a mugging, purse-snatching, and particularly devious jaywalker. With the rest of his money in his pocket, he held the exact change required for a premium hot dog, plus local sales tax, in his hand - a quantity he had memorized long ago.He entered the store, handed the man behind the counter his money while indicating which frank he wanted from the other side of the glass, and a few seconds later held a delicious all-beef hot dog in his hand. After loading it up with condiments, he took a bite, and then happily began to stroll out into the street.
Life was good.
Generic Rooftop
It wasn't entirely clear why Isaac was just standing on a rooftop, staring pensively at the city below. Theoretically he was keeping watch but it would take something pretty big to be noticeable from that high up. Perhaps he simply wanted solitude and it was easier to brood up there. His concentration was broken as there was the sound of a sudden explosion. He tapped into a nearby group of crows and, through their eyes, managed to track down the source to the museum. Isaac sighed and thrust his arm into the air.
"This damn city."
A glowing bird swooped down and latched onto his arm before transforming into a solid bracer. He reached across and pushed down on the wings, causing them to flip open.
"Flock in."
A black mist swirled around him before solidifying into his armour. As he stretched, two great wings erupted from his back. Thus transformed, he leapt off and flew into the skies. Soaring over the buildings, he searched around mentally and latched onto a pigeon near the museum. The small bird looked around, trying to find the source of the explosion as Corvid rapidly approached.
Alan Glenn forced himself to work through another slow day at the 7/11, eager to get out, jump from rooftop to rooftop and find some crooks to punch. With just a little over an hour left of his shift, he gets his first call on his brand new Comet Communicator.
"Hey, bro? It's Gordo! Just calling you to let you know that there was just an explosion at the National Museum. Thought the Comet might be able to do some superhero business there, get some good publicit-"
"Customer, be right back."
A customer comes in to get a hot dog, all dressed. He gives Alan a handful of change, and then grabs his hot dog and walks out.
"Back. I still have an hour left to work, but I'll make an excuse. Thanks, bro."
"Wait! I have a question. Why'd you get me to develop this flashy communicator for you? This is the age of smart phones!"
"I'd look like a dumbass in my suit, pulling a friggin' iPhone out of my utility belt. I have an image to uphold! Later."
Alan tells his manager he has to feed his dog, grabs his backpack and heads out. He quickly puts it on out back by the dumpster. He runs to the sidewalk, pulls his Comet Car Caller out of his belt and presses the button.
The Comet Car whirs down the highway at full speed, knocking over a few street signs along the way.
"Shit." Alan says to himself as he hops in the car. He then speeds out towards the museum and drives past the hot dog customer, who looks entirely different for some reason.
"Weird. Then again, this is Easton." He says to himself. With the museum in eyesight, he parks his car a block away and runs out. He sees an entire squad of police cars outside the museum, so he assumes there is a hostage situation. He charges towards the building at full speed, shoulder first like a superpowered football tackle and crashes right through.
"THE SUMMER EEEEENNNNDDSS!"
A powerful shriek, some may call it a war cry, was heard from behind the van just before a strange, distorted bass heavy sound too dissimilar to an explosion coming from the back of the van. Unlike an explosion, however, the bystanders don't have to worry about flying bits of shrapnel and debris. The opposite had happened actually.
The van stayed in that tipped position, not moving in the slightest and some of the stray pennies that had flown about as a result of the money fist somehow stayed up in the air. The answer to this sudden bizarre phenomenon walked casually to the right, out of the way of incoming crushing van, and circled around, while literally stepping on the two sleeping beauties lying down on the road till she's at the middle facing the Bear in her full glory. Her civilian name is Cassidy Ainsworth but that's well kept secret. For now, her identity is Joie De Vivre, a french saying for the enjoyment of life. Ironically, she hated taking any language classes back at her high school.
She's wearing a black and pink skin tight suit with an ominously glowing piece of engineering marvel in the middle of her chest, a one way seeing blinged out blindfold and a smug smile on her face. The literal aura around her looks just as distorted as that explosion sounded, with very hard to spot weird wriggles in the air, though more obvious when it's on the truck, as well as quiet but eerie hums emitted from the bubble. As the short ranged time stopper strolled on and the pennies left the aura, it suddenly went right back down on to the floor.
Just as sudden as her grand entrance. the distorted bass had been sounded once more but this time it went from low to normal pitch in a span of half a second while the truck finally smacked rightfully down onto the road and the glow in her machine had died down.
"...And begins," Joie said, still sporting on a smile, combing back her blonde hair rudely pushing Mindseye away because, for all the time stopper cared, Mindseye might as well be another civilian in her way. "Just my luck that I was taking a casual walk when I finally met the ever controversial Bear. Hell, you nearly kill me with that truck. But then again, perhaps I shouldn't be walking across the street and checking out twitter at the same time."
Joie then took out her smartphone encased in a shockproof case out of her utility belt, which doesn't look as stupid as it sounds, and showed the Bear her own twitter to prove her own statement. "Hmm?" She muttered just as she was about to put it back in. "A new tweet?"
She checked it out and saw the video thumbnail. She did not need to play it in order to get a good laugh at the fact that the Bear just posted a video in the very same alley not too far from here. "Ah, you're quite an interesting character, I would not be disinterested if you were to take me out to dinner. Oh dear, I'm going to enjoy this fight."
She then tossed her phone nonchalantly to Mindseye without breaking her own glare at the Bear and started walking slowly towards the socialist hero. She requested "Yo, civvie, would you kindly start filming us? A video featuring newcomer Joie De Vivre beating down the Bear in a fair fight would certainly fetch a lot of retweets and likes..."
edited 16th Jul '16 1:53:44 AM by sgtpendulum
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9:00 PM TONIGHT ONLY JOIE DE VIVRE VERSUS THE BEAR, WITH SPECIAL GUEST REF MINDSEYE!
"Aw, fuckin' rip." The Bear visibly sagged as the two supers approached her. One of them, Mindseye, they were probably chill. They just wanted to talk. This other one, this Clock Stoppers lookin'-ass-girl, not so hot on her. The Bear took out her own phone and waved it in the air. "Arright, first of all, Mindseye, you can DM me on Twitter, just make a burner account or something and say who you are. Secondly, you, whatever your name is, Eva girl, whatever, look, we got plenty of civilians who're gonna film this anyway, so no big deal. I'm not gonna try to dissuade you from this fight either, because I know your fucking type. Let's go."
With her coins no longer needed to deflect bullets or anything, The Bear floated them around her head and aimed them edge-first at the attacker. Saying no more, she fast-walked towards her and threw a short jab aimed straight at the other girl's gut. Her coins actually didn't aim straight at her target, and instead launched themselves with a whizzing noise at the space directly around Joie de Vivre.
Best of luck, Mindseye said to the Bear before implanting an address in the socialist's mind. This is the office I work out of. Come by whenever you like.
Her first instinct was to leave: she disliked Joie de Vivre from the moment the time-stopper had approached her, broadcasting an almost overwhelming aura of arrogance. Maybe that wasn't entirely fair- most Earthlings broadcasted their feelings, they simply didn't know not to- but Joie de Vivre demanding Mindseye act as her camerawoman solidified it.
She shoved the phone in her pocket and walked away. Her office wasn't that far from here, and she reached it fairly quickly.
She dropped the Mindseye illusion; now anyone looking at her saw Ilene Irving, a small brunette woman in casual clothes. She entered the building (which belonged to a small law firm), already empty for the night, which was how she liked it. Her office wasn't particularly impressive, being about the size of a very large closet and doubling as her bedroom for as long as she couldn't afford an apartment.
Ilene tossed the phone into a desk drawer she had designated as the evidence locker before D Ming the Bear as she had requested, using the alias @backfromvenus. Peaceful negotiations?
She then called up Sanders. "Mindseye found the Bear. The last she saw her, she was apparently fighting another member of the spandex crowd with a French name. Joie de something."
She coughed apprehensively. "What makes you so certain she's a supervillain anyway? I mean, aside from the robbery. She doesn't seem motivated by greed- might revenge have something to do with it? Most supervillains seem motivated by that sort of thing, and if it is revenge she wants, there may be nothing I can do."
There was something more to this, Ilene suspected. Irving Investigations was hardly a big name, so why would Superior Industries contact her?
edited 15th Jul '16 7:31:11 AM by emilyorthoclase
The Street
"THE SUMMER ENDS!" She yelled again, this time sharper and sterner. She briefly inspected the coins that had barely missed her head before looking down on the Bear and see that she had caught her fist in the Summer Ends as well. Joie shook her head and said "How stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid of you, in case you didn't realize, I can stop time around me anytime I want, rendering anything that would do me harm useless. Besides, it's rude to start a formal fight without a sign of sportsmanship. You dont wanna be Ronda Rousey, now do ya?"
Joie then proceeded to fist bumped the frozen jab.
"There we go, now we got that out of the way," She said before taking 2 steps in so that she's at the right of the Bear and engulfed her head in the time bubble. She took her time winding back her arm for the horizontal elbow strike. "THE SUMMER BEGINS."
Time starts up again and Joie goes for a fast hard knock on the right side of the Bear's temple.
edited 15th Jul '16 9:25:00 AM by sgtpendulum
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"Goddammit!" The Bear's head whipped backwards with the force of the strike, but she remained standing. She shook her head free of the ringing in her ears and took several steps backwards; alright, gotta keep her distance. The coins that she stopped hovered in the air again and the dollar fist rejoined her as well. "Sorry, guys, swear I'll give it back once we're done." The hand hovered just outside of Joie de Vivre's reach, as did the coins. "Honor was invented by people who'd benefit most from it. Knights and Samurai developed a code against subterfuge and stealth so that they could morally shame the people who were most well-adapted against them. It's insidious. So fuck off with that."
She took a deep breath and pinged again, looking for more money to grab. A couple coins and dollars from the ground or from under garbage cans joined her growing swarm, but that was all. But maybe that was all that she needed. The Bear dropped all the money at her feet into a vast carpet around her. She raised her hands. "Fine, yeah, fine, I give, you wanna throw a good punch and end it? Your shit kinda counters mine."
The Office Of Robert Sanders
Sanders, a brown-haired man in his 40's, was sitting at his desk when Ilene called. His expression wasn't happy.
"We don't really care what The Bear presumes to be. All we ask of you is that, if you can find a way to get her off my client's case that won't attract much attention, you do so. Please notify me of your progress, if any." And he hung up.
Inwardly, he cursed. Superior was afraid any official investigation in their affairs might expose their illegal waste dumping in the city's sewers; this would create a scandal that might affect their current negations with Ainsworth Tech. If Irving failed... they might have to call on Freezerburn. And Sanders hated to call on him. Subtle, he wasn't.
He huffed, and decided to clear his mind by working on other matters; what was next on his agenda? Oh yes, the annual Easton City Children's Hospital Benefit. That was one of the city's biggest charities; they needed to book some celebrities for it. Hmm... he wondered if Tabitha Cobbler might be interested? It would be to their mutual benefit...
Easton City museum
Brat-tat-tat!! Gunfire rang out! Guards fell, wounded! Displays were shattered! People screamed and took cover!!
Simon took cover too, behind the Flying Train. After a second of silence, he dared peek over.
He saw about six men, wearing military-style uniforms, armed with submachine guns, and wearing ski masks- but most notably, displaying swastikas in their uniforms.
-*Oh God, please tell me they aren't-*
"Ve are ze Fourth Reich!!" one of them screamed, in a German accent that Simon could not immediately tell was genuine or not. "Ve come for that vich vas taken from us!" the man added, pointing at the Train. "Ztand out of our vay, and you vill not be hurt!"
-*...Neo-Nazis* Simon finished his thought, bitterly.
Seriously, how did these people even exist? How could they be in denial of the horrors and lies of the Third Reich? And why pursue something as pathetic as the Aryan Agenda?
Assuming of course, that they were real Neo-Nazis and not some hoods using that as a cover.
Whatever, they were armed and threatening innocents. Something had to be done.
Two problems, though: his powers were largely defensive, and there were too many innocent people here who could get caught in a crossfire. Better to let the police handle this... or the local Super Heroes, assuming there were any. (Simon had been on this Earth for less than an hour.)
edited 15th Jul '16 2:24:00 PM by Sijo
Museum
Thanks to a surprisingly stealthy pigeon, Corvid glimpsed what was going on inside. Deciding that any delay could cause harm to innocent civilians, he acted quickly. He backed the bird into a corner so it could give him another angle before finding a suitable window and flying through it feet-first, shattering the glass and putting the hero straight into the action.
"...Freaking neo-nazis? These scum..."
Under his helmet, he rolled his eyes. Just when you thought this city had dug out the worst, something else came along. He unsheathed his claws and talons and slashed at the nearest foe, trying to work his way towards the train.
Irving Investigations office
Ilene stared at the phone in disbelief in the moments after Sanders hung up on her.
Was he hiding something? Ilene berated herself; why hadn't she investigated Superior Industries before taking the job? Had she really been blinded by the offer of money and prestige?
First things first, she'd wait for the Bear to contact her, then make her offer. The Bear likely knew something about Superior Industries- why else keep attacking them? And even if she didn't, it would probably be best to have help on this case- Superior Industries were a big part of Easton City's economy, which gave them a great deal of power here. This wasn't something Mindseye- or Ilene- could handle alone.
(Also, she should probably return Joie de Vivre's phone at some point. Ah, well. She'd cross that bridge when she came to it.)
Museum
Walt laughed at the sight of the museum and the chaos surrounding it. He couldn't tell everything that was going on through the monocular, but he could tell enough.
"Nazi's, huh?" He said with a smile. "Looks like things just got interesting." Stepping back from the edge of the rooftop, he put the monocular away and brought out his travel mask. It didn't have the same look or impact of his normal, good mask, being basically a high-quality black ski-mask with a skull sown onto the front, but it did its job well.
Three breaths, and Freezerburn ran for the ledge of the building, leapt off, and as he began to come down, started up an ice slide that he hit and began to accelerate down at high speed. It was a trick and travel method he'd gotten really good at over time, there was a part of him that thought it might be enough to have a shot at making it as a professional skater or skier if he was ever inclined to take up a boring career.
As the slide neared street level, he angled it back up, sending him flying through the air. Two high-powered fireballs flew out, each hitting a parked car near the entrance of the museum and causing them to explode spectacularly. He was pretty sure at least one of them was the Nazi's arrival vehicle.
"DIBS ON THE TRAIN!" He shouted as the explosion died down and he continued inward. Odds are nobody would be mistaking this as some odd turn to heroics after that.
No, Freezerburn wasn't here to be the hero. He was here to ruin the Nazi's fun. Freezerburn hated Nazis. He was pretty sure everyone hated Nazis. He was pretty sure even Nazis hated other Nazis. It was just one big circle of angry hate.
And besides, the train looked like it would make for a beautiful wreck if he could steal it first.
edited 15th Jul '16 3:06:39 PM by TheSpaceJawa
Right Around The Block of a 7/11 - The Conductor
As the Conductor zoomed by on his mighty steed, his gaze crossed upon the glowing green and orange lights of the 7/11 highlighted in evening's darkness. "Fah! 'Convenience' stores!" he exclaimed to no one in particular but projecting into the minds of everyone around. "What is convenient about overpriced snacks filled to the brim with salt, guaranteed to lower your lifespan decades at a time?! NOTHING, I SAY, NOTHING!!!"
A homeless person coughed nearby, and was greeted by an electric fist.
"...hmm. Though I am feeling peckish this time of night. Perhaps I can make due with a three dollar burrito..." The Conductor checked his pockets and confirming that he did, in fact, have three dollars (and only that), he segwayed himself into the convenience store, lightly bouncing against the automatic doors before they opened wide enough to let him in.
Amadeus browsed their selection of continually oven lamped products before deciding on the heftiest seeming burrito in the lot, taking it in hand and riding his way over to the cashier. Sadly, the one employee on shift at the time had left abruptly, leaving the Conductor hammering on the service bell for a good minute.
"Hello? HELLO?! WHERE IS THE CASHIER?! I WOULD LIKE TO COMPLETE MY TRANSACTION!!!"
Silence.
"...my apologies! I thought this was a convenience store! CLEARLY I WAS MISTAKEN! THERE IS NO NEED TO WORRY THOUGH, I WILL RECTIFY THIS PROBLEM!!! "
The Conductor spun around and lashed out lightning in all directions, destroying the freezers, blowing up shelves, ruining the coffee machine, whatever was within sight and reach. Lashing out at the convenience store which wronged him by its misleading title, he continued throwing his tantrum for a few minutes before huffing to himself and, grabbing a few shopping bags, gathered up a few snacks and wheeled his way out the surprisingly still intact glass doors. Munching on his burrito, he continued along his merry way to the museum, zapping random passerbys who were on their phone. ("PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR SURROUNDINGS, YOU PROGRAM PEDDLING PILES OF PUTRIDITY! Honestly, children these days, always on their 'cellular devices', no respect for their elders, no awareness of the people around them, grumble grumble")
edited 15th Jul '16 3:54:58 PM by Starbound2
Inheritor of the Wing
Candy Cobbler Co. Headquarters
To be quite truthful, the scene unfolding within one of the board rooms was remarkably average. Not to say the topic at hand didn't matter, but any average child would've fallen asleep by now. Tabitha did not, for she was no average child... she was slightly older than that.
Still, something about today didn't feel right... she couldn't help but worry something was going to go wrong soon, in spite of the normal state of affairs before her. Maybe she was just tired. A coffee might've perked her up, but only if spiked with an exorbitant amount of sweetener. Far too bitter in it's natura-
"Ms. Cobbler?"
Tabitha perked up slightly with a sound not identified in the English dictionary, something along the lines of a "hwhut."
"The Easton City Children's Hospital Benefit, Ms. Cobbler. We were hoping you'd of made up your mind by now?"
"Oh... uh, I'm actually not quite sure on that for this year."
Tabitha intertwined her fingers and rested her chin upon them, tuning out all but the key points needed. As expected, the spiel was about how it's an annual event she's attended ever since she was ten and how her mere presence often results in a sales boost increasing the overall value of her company and such other obvious results. Her full attention was gained, however, at the comment on how not showing up "isn't what they expect of you."
"Okay, okay. It's good for the company and all that," said Tabitha in a please-shut-up sort of tone. She reached for the phone before her, only to be startled when it rang within inches of her hand. She takes a deep breath and picks up the phone.
"Hello~! Your call has," apparently, "successfully been forwarded to me! ...you're not seeking a merger, are you?"
edited 15th Jul '16 4:20:50 PM by NesClassic
🏳️⚧️she/her | Vio Rhyse Alberia
Museum
Corvus' attack took the Neo-Nazis by surprise, and they began shooting wildly, but missed him (apparently they had not been trained very well.) The walls and a few exhibits were not so lucky, though. More people screamed, afraid a stray bullet would claim their lives.
Behind the train, Simon thought What is that guy doing?? You don't handle a hostage situation that way! If only he could find some way to activate his powers, he would jump in, but he couldn't adapt to bullets.
BOOOM!!!
The entrance exploded- again.
What the-
DIBS ON THE TRAIN! a costumed man shouted.
Oh great, a supervillain, Simon sighed. But then again, this could be the power source he was looking for...
As he flew off the last ice ramp, Freezerburn threw an ice blast out, freezing one of the Neo-Nazi's guns in his hands, sticking the weapon in the mans hands and rendering the weapon useless all in one go. And then they impacted, Freezer smacking into the criminal with both feet in the chest, sending him flying backwards into a wall, where he hit, fell unconscious, and fell to a heap on the floor.
A second Nazi, standing right next to where the first had been, turned and tried to shoot the intruding supervillain at point blank. That failed when Freezerburn grabbed the gun and froze it solid. With a punch to the arm, he proceeded to give the outdated thug a bad case of frostbite in the arm, then followed up and finished him off with a solid cold boot to the chest. He'd live - probably - but for now he was down for the count and would need some serious medical attention for probably the next few weeks.
Staying on the move, Freezerburn ran for cover, examining his path to make it to the train. Assuming they didn't bother him too much, he'd leave the rest of the Nazis to bother the other super powered element in the room. He himself had a train to catch.
Cold-Powered, eh? Simon thought, smiling. It didn't look as if this fellow was on the Nazis' side, but he didn't think his intentions were good, either. By Simon's count, two Nazis were down, one was hurt, and the rest were either still in shock by the sudden explosion or still fighting the bird-guy.
Before Freezerburn made it to the the bizarre vehicle, Simon rushed from behind it, and stood in the villain's way. With a mocking smile, he said, "Going somewhere, pal?"
edited 15th Jul '16 5:37:41 PM by Sijo
Freezerburn took a step back, an act of precaution. He didn't know who this interloper was, but it was a good bet he either had no idea who Freezerburn was and had completely missed his entrance, or he had powers of his own.
Freezer's money was on the latter.
"That's the plan." He said as looked the mysterious newcomer in the eyes. A fireball formed in one hand, the other let out an aura of freezing cold. He didn't attack - he wasn't interested in needlessly making an enemy with an unknown force - but it was meant to be an obvious display of power, an unspoken message of 'if you're smart, you won't give me a reason to hurt you'.
"Why, you thinking something else?"
The Street
"Honor was...what?" Joie said, visibly confused at the fact that she was subjected to a sudden rant. "All I'm asking for is basic sportsmanship, that one fist bump is all it takes to satisfy it, after that, you can do whatever stealthy, subterfuge...y things you want to do. I mean, I did it just now with that time stopping elbow and- THE SUMMER ENDS!"
She then started to approach the Bear slowly and menacingly while kicking the coins to both sides to make a path for herself "-and I don't complain as much when I see you trying to fake your surrender and having an admittedly ingenious trap surrounding yourself. Do not underestimate me, I know what you can do by mere observation."
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Museum
Simon looked at the villain's hands; apparently he could project cold AND heat.
But his smiled remained. He then said, "I think I'm going to kick your ass, that's what."
And then he began to walk towards Freezerburn.
The office of Irving Investigations
(answering machine buzzes) *bzzzt!*
Man's voice: "Miss Irving? My name is Robert Sanders, and I'm a lawyer for Superior Industries. We'd like to hire your services to investigate a series of robberies we have suffered recently. They appear to have been carried out by a supervillain calling herself The Bear. The amount of money lost has been negligible; normally we wouldn't bother, but we are about to seal an important business transaction, and it just makes us look- bad, you know? We have heard about your firm's competence and you'll amply rewarded if you can resolve this matter- quietly. If you need more information, you may contact me at the following number..."
Easton City National Museum
Simon Jones stared at the huge, mechanical contraption in front of him. According to the museum leaflet in his hand it was a 'prototype flying war train' used once by some Nazi Supervillain called 'The Conductor'. He stopped reading and sighed; so those had existed on this Earth too. Oh well at least they had been defeated, he thought.
And then he read the part about his having been revived by a bunch of Neo-nazis.
His eyes suddenly widened. They knew that, and they STILL allowed this thing to remain here!? Don't they think that sooner or later he's going to-
SHRAAAKK!!!
-the museum entrance suddenly exploded, raining sparks, glass shards and burnt wood pieces all over the places. People screamed! The Alarm rang! Guards rushed out, guns drawn!!
And Simon sighed again.