Museum

Seeing that Sebastian was keeping the thing busy, Amethyst went back to powering up. His shouting started to take on a crackling quality as purple fire licked as his body.

edited 24th May '17 11:18:06 AM by God_of_Awesome

Museum

Sebastian hissed in pain as the elemental slammed through the wall, hitting the ground and rolling with the sudden impact. He leaped to his feet, brandishing his sword, his eyes darting to the various civilians around them.

"Fly! Fly, you fools!" He snarled at them, before charging at Ignis once more.

Museum

Yeah, that's getting louder. Blood starts to leak from his nose and it hisses briefly when it hits the floor before igniting. Grayish purple smoke seeps from his ears and light purple fire licks out of his mouth.

At the very moment, Jacob, in his Metallic Man armor, was on patrol a few blocks down from the museum. Jacob sighed in contentment. He appreciated how nice it felt to get a nice long day off work today. The office he normally worked at was closed because they were fumigating, so he could spend a lot of time today making sure Easton stayed safe.

The sound of yelling and a large crash got his attention. He scanned with his eyes to see where the commotion was coming from, and he began to run at surprisingly high speed towards the noise. He eventually ended up seeing two individuals fighting what looked like a giant lava monster. Metallic Man ran up, entering a fighting pose.

"What's going on here?" Metallic Man inquired somewhat forcefully. "Stand down or I'm bringing you all in!" he continued, readying himself to break up the fighting if those involved refused to stand down.

edited 24th May '17 6:28:51 PM by AllHailThrall

Museum

Cap'n, I don't think he's stopping. The purple guy is screaming in stereo now, he's a little bit on fire, seven purple flames floats serenely down his body. A miniature tornado thinly filled with purple color smoke and ember is swirling around him. His muscles are bulging and only thickening up, and crisscrossed wires of more purple show up under his skin.

(Ah, what, it was supposed to be animated!)

edited 24th May '17 6:47:26 PM by God_of_Awesome

-Easton City Streets-

Kol continued to walk amongst the crowd, no set destination in mind.

He was nearing... somewhere of importance. He didn't know the layout of the city, he was only told to eat it.

Not now. He lived here.

With Roken gone, and Val'ark stepping down, the Parasites had nothing to do.

Easton City News

The reporter stood outside a apartment building, run down and decrepit, several holes were in it.

"And this is the site of the attack, just last night there were reports of a firefight and several explosions, this building was home to a local Dvali Gangster organization, and just today officials found it ransacked and the local leader dead. Nobody is quite certain what happened but eyewitness reports claim that they saw a man in a black varsity jacket step out of what appeared to be a modified DMC 12 Delorean."

The reporter chuckled a bit, "Imagine seeing that blast from the past stop by, I can only imagine what horror graced this location last night."

Street outside the museum

The sights of the outside world only confused -and angered- Ignis more.

"-rrrRAAAAGH!!!" it roared. It literally grew hotter, to the point the street under its feet began to melt and bubble. Unfortunately, so did its body.

But it did not care. It just wanted a target to destroy.

And unfortunately for Metallic Man, he was the one who caught its attention.

Spinning a glob of lava-like material out of its own body mass, the hulking elemental heaved and threw it in the armored hero's direction!

—Easton City Streets, Near Museum—

There was some sort of commotion nearby.

Good. Something to do.

Kol swiftly ducked into an alley, deactivating his perception filter. His claws dug into the bricks as he hauled himself up on top of the building.

He scanned the area around him, before finding the cause of the din. A large magma based creature were fighting some... strange individuals.

His shark-like grin widened.

This was interesting.

But which side would he pick?

Usually, he wouldn't take sides, but he had been gaining a conscience since his arrival here.

It was... strange, at first, but he learned to accept it. It helped him to make interesting decisions.

So in this case, he would fight the magma creature.

He spread his skeletal, almost batlike wings, before leaping off of the rooftop. He aimed a clawed kick straight at the monsters head.

Thinking about it, that probably wasn't his best plan.

Winterbloom's

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Misty said. "We don't know any of that for sure. Look. Fyodor's gone back to his house. Maybe Mab left a clue or something."

Hazel stood up. "Well. You're not wrong."

She followed Fyodor through the portal. Misty followed her.

Fyodor's house

The house was a mess- an empty, dark, eerily silent mess.

Well, not entirely empty.

There was *big* message written on one of the walls, in what appeared to be blood. It read, Bring me the child!

Neither Simon nor Fyodor's father were anywhere to be found. The meaning of the situation was obvious, however.

((Hazel should also be able to realize that Mab went back to Faeland to recover from her wounds, and brought her prisoners along. The blood is Simon's, btw.))

edited 28th May '17 5:39:07 PM by Sijo

Easton City, Suburb, Fyodor's Home

Hazel and Misty would find Fyodor on the ground, silent as he looked towards the message (he didn't know and didn't really care either whose blood that was). Obviously enough he was more than shocked by this and likely enough close to tears.

Fyodor's House

Hazel and Misty walked through the house, both of them completely silent.

They both stopped dead in their tracks when they saw Fyodor and the wall. After a moment of shock, Hazel walked towards it as Misty dropped next to Fyodor.

Hazel soon turned back to Fyodor and Misty. "The blood is human. If I had to guess, it's either Simon's or your father's. But I think they're still alive. Mab wouldn't sacrifice a potential bargaining chip. They may be hurt, but they're still alive."

Misty glared at her. "Is now really the time?"

"No time like the present," Hazel replied. "You should stay here with Fyodor. I'm going after Mab."

"Alone?"

"It seems that way."

Misty stood up. "Simon's my friend too-"

"He's my employee, not my friend-"

"-and I'm not going to abandon Fyodor's father, or you. I'm going too."

Easton City, Suburb, Fyodor's Home

Fyodor shook his head "I'm coming too! I'm not abandoning father!" He stood up, stomping on the ground lightly and quite obviously seeming determined to do that eventhough he played directly in Mab's hands with that.

Somewhere Dark and Dank

"...Ooh... where...?" Simon moaned.

"AH!" he recoiled in pain as he tried to move. He realized he was wounded.

He opened his eyes. He was in some kind of dungeon. He could easily guess whose.

He looked down on his body; he was shirtless, and had bloody claw marks all over his torso. I guess I pissed her off, he tried to snicker.He also noticed his trick belt was gone. Rats.

He tried to stand, and noticed he was chained to a wall. Yup, standard Evil S&M stuff. He also saw Fyodor's father chained not too far away. He was unconscious, but appeared unhurt.

OK, he was out of options now. Unless a portal he could use would conveniently open now... nope, nothing.

He could, however, feel he wasn't on Earth anymore. It felt like Faeland, which made sense.

Why was he still alive? Fyodor's father he could understand, as Mab needed him to exchange for Fyodor. But Simon was expendable. She probably wasn't done torturing him, he guessed.

Ah, well. It was hardly the worst situation he had ever been in. That was probably the time he was trapped in Hell.

So he guessed he had no choice but to sit and wait for Hazel to come and rescue him. He had no doubt she would- he knew her better than she would care to admit. But could she fight Mab? She claimed to have been a mighty Fae sorceress herself once. Would she recover her powers once she returned to her home dimension? He hoped so...

Fyodor's House

Hazel looked at Fyodor. He was determined, determined enough that there probably wasn't anything she could say or do to change his mind. And considering that his father had just been kidnapped, he deserved a chance to help set things right.

"Fine. But we can't do this on our own. Easton has more heroes than it knows what to do with. Finding help should be easy enough."

Easton Docks - Abandoned Warehouse

They called him mad, mad! Well who was mad now? "Oh we're sorry Vincent! But making human animal hybrids is against the code of ethics!" "Vincent! Manimals as you call them are impractical as bullets can still hurt them!" They'd see! They'd all see!

Dr. Vincent Faun laughed maniacally, with a little help from a local villain organization, he had set up his private lab and begun work on building his private army. Several man-animal hybrids loyally followed him and guarded him closely, just a little longer and they would outpace the supers of Easton, and then the world would be in his-

*BEEP! BEEP BEEP! BEEP!*

"Great... alarms... Who could be it now?" Dr. Faun wondered aloud as he checked the security cam.

It appeared to be a old car, a DMC Delorean, what was that anachronism doing here?! Didn't matter, probably some dumb teen who thought they were- that was different. Out of the car stepped a man in a odd helmet, wearing a letterman jacket, and wielding a shotgun and a SMG.

"Do I got some idiot here for hire? Doesn't matter," Vincent turned to his mic and relayed one order, "Kill the intruder. Make it quick."

The door was kicked open, a few of his Tiger Manimals stood near, the helmet of the intruder changed, displaying a yellow screen and a smiley face on it before switching to text. "You get one warning. My advice? Run!" It said.

The Tigers wasted no time jumping forward, only for the loud report of the shotgun to go off, a bright flash to fill the room, and the tiger manimals were across the room, dead.

Vincent was floored, he didn't know what to say, but now there was only one thing to say, "KILL HIM ALREADY!"

The following could only be described as a bloodbath, the intruder was fast and agile, whenever the manimals ever got close he ducked away and somehow damaged them 10 fold. What was happening!?

Easton Docs - Secret Lab

Roboto ducked and weaved, before blasting away what appeared to be a Rhino man, "keep moving" was his only thought, the target was close and was a simple Mad Scientist, a frail man who needed freaks to do his dirty work. *KA-BLAM!* *Cha-shik* another beast man down, it was a shame this guy had fallen out of favor with his local gang... but he refused to do payments or even update his employer on the progress of his supposed "experiments".

Roboto kicked in a door and entered, the room was empty, save for Dr. Vincent Faun, wielding a gun and now firing madly in a panic, it did nothing as Roboto quickly ducked back out as the doctor emptied the magazine.

Roboto stepped back in, patting his outfit, he was out of ammunition save for some bullets left in the SMG, his beloved shotgun had been run dry by fighting off the army of mutants. Pleasant.

Dr. Vincent dropped to the floor as Roboto took off his shotgun, he'd pick it up when he left, for now it was dead weight. He approached the mad scientist and displayed the smiley face again, pulling out a recorder he played a sound-clip "Do you know what time it is?"

The doctor looked close to wetting himself, "Why?! Why are you here?!"

"Please make sure to file your taxes on time," The sound clip said as chipper and upbeat as ever, the look on the Doctor's face turned even paler as he registered what had went wrong. Before he could even say anything else; *Thatatatat*, Roboto had already emptied the last bullets. Here lay Doctor Vincent, alone, and unknown.

Easton Docks - Later

Roboto was thorough, he returned his stuff to his car before taking a tank of gas back in, and dousing everything, leaving with a single light, he didn't look back. His phone rang and his helmet picked it up, "Is he dead? I swear if the doctor somehow convinced you to let him live despite being a YEAR behind on his payments-" "Job is done."

The silence was palpable as Roboto drove away from the blazing inferno, "Good. Good, seems you were the right choice," "Next?" the voice on the other end laughed, "We may have some more people in Easton interested in your services my friend... I'll keep you posted."

edited 31st May '17 8:25:05 PM by EchoingSilence

Easton City Streets, by the Museum

Sebastian swore as a newcomer arrived on the scene- someone in powered armor, it looked like.

Not like that TALOS agent's armor, but still fancy. And of course he was yelling for everyone to stand down. Like that was going to happen.

The elemental grew hotter and hotter, and Sebastian swore again as the creature pulled out a lava ball or somesuch, and hurled it at the man in metal armor. "Watch the hell out!" He called, snorting in annoyance.

More people to look out for. Or to fight. Either one would be fine with him.

Whirling, he yanked his sword out of Ignis and started to hack at him, taking advantage of his momentary distraction. "Amythest, hit the lights!"

Metallic Man's eyes widened underneath his helmet, as the lava creature did not in fact stand down. It actually continued its assault, and now it tossed a glob of magma at him! Metallic Man knew that he would be cooked if it got anywhere near him, so he quickly used his suit's grappling hook to attach to a nearby building and pull himself away before the magma got him. He glanced over at the building, and then back at the three fighting.

"I can see things are rather heated up. But I'm not gonna back off from this!" Metallic Man shouted. He shot another wire at the creature, with the intent of coiling up the wire and ensnaring it.

Unfortunately, Metallic Man's wire melted the moment it touched the superhot Ignis. Similarly, Warlock's sword failed to hurt the elemental as it went right through it (it was half-molten itself by now). Also, pain or no pain, the heat of the sword was burning the undead wizard's hands so badly they would soon be useless.

Meanwhile the creature continued to trash, seemingly unaware that more of its own substance was leaking all over the place, turning the street into a smoking crater.

edited 1st Jun '17 7:08:07 PM by Sijo

Amethyst's scream was cut off as two bright flashes of purple moved him from where he'd been powering up to right next to Warlock. He back handed Sebastian in a move that was part slap and part shove, getting the shadow sorcerer off his fiery prey.

Amethyst faced the golem, features contorted in rage. "HEY! YOU!" Then he relaxed in a split second, smiling and opening his arms. "Give me a hug."

Hearing (but not understanding) Amethyst's challenge, Ignis turned around nevertheless, saw the glowing, crystalline being, roared yet again and ran towards him to attempt to crush/burn him with (ironically) a bear hug.

—Easton City Streets, Museum—

James was on his nightly patrol, the revelation of him housing a dormant entity still fresh in his mind.

Where did it come from? What did it want with him?

   — yOu coUld jUsT aSk. i'M riGhT heRe. —   

Also, why did it talk like it was going through puberty?

   — oH, chArminG. finE. i'Ll sHut uP. —   

He was hopping from building to building now, looking for some kind of—

Conflict.

Well, he found it.

There was a massive skirmish going on on the ground below, against some kind of magma monster.

He couldn't see any news copters, which was strange. Maybe the whole Parasite situation was still on the people's minds.

Whatever. He wanted a fight, and he got one.

He leaped a good fifteen feet into the air, his black cape flapping in the wind, and landed next to the monster. Without giving any time to react, he threw a punch strong enough to stop a truck straight at its head, aiming to drive his fist for extra impact.

Whether or not he actually hit it was another story.

Thinking about it, attempting to punch a creature with molten lava oozing out of every orifice probably wasn't his best plan.

edited 2nd Jun '17 9:29:48 AM by Enirboreh

Easton City Streets

Sebastian hissed like an animal as Amethyst shoved him out of his path, fire blazing in his eyes for a moment before he restrained himself. He glanced down at his hands and snorted; much more heat and they would be useless for about a day. He had some kind of latent healing ability, that much was for certain- he could feel that the hole in his chest was almost entirely gone. But it wouldn't heal him fast enough to be of use in battle.

He looked up, almost on instinct, and spotted a figure leaping toward the elemental. The currently molten, super-hot elemental that had nearly scorched his hands off.

Son of a bitch.

Dropping his molten weapon and allowing it to shatter into shards, which in turn shattered into shadows that dispersed in the light, Sebastian shadowstepped, vanishing and reappearing behind the falling human as he threw a punch towards the creature.

In the few split seconds he had before he acted, he noticed that there was something interesting about the man. There was an aura about him- he was like him. Carrying something, something that wasn't natural. He deserved his aid, he supposed.

Grabbing James by the shoulders, Sebastian used the element of surprise to twist him around, causing both of them to miss Ignis by inches. In the blink of an eye, Sebastian pressed a newly formed maul into the man's hands, snarling "Use this!" as he vanished back into the fray.

—Easton City Streets, Museum—

In the split-second before his glove made contact, he felt someone grab his shoulders, spinning him around and making him miss his punch.

Immediately, a short gust of wind erupted from his fist, but thankfully the shockwave wasn't potent enough to do any damage to anything.

His "saviour" thrust a weapon into his hands, saying "Use this!", before vanishing.

It took him a split-second to register what just happened, before gripping the heavy weapon tightly in his hand.

He gave a vicious grin at the molten creature, before vanishing out of existence and reappearing behind it in a blur of speed.

He brought the weapon above his head, aura flaring as he did so. His eyes burned white as the weapon came down at an inhuman speed...

edited 2nd Jun '17 10:48:40 AM by Enirboreh