Run To The Hills

"Oh, I have no intention of getting caught..." Sally grinned as the police car screeched around the corner in pursuit, "Don't worry, you'll get to that recycling plant safe and sound, Don." The villainess swerved and wove around another corner, sneaking a glance to the mask in Don's lap with a frown, "Ah, yeah... Just snuck out of a doozy of one." She lied, badly. She may have been a merciless merc but she really never got the hang of proper lying - ,st of the time she stuck to half truths, "Would you mind putting that in the glove compartment for me?" She asked politely, another cop car joining its fellow behind them.

“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”

Flying Train

The roof of the train started falling apart, which Corvid could possible use to his advantage, was probably to be expected. However, he was focusing too much on his own battle and his pigeon scout didn't spot Xy until she was about to fall through the fresh hole he'd just made in the roof.

"Oh."

With too little time to take flight, Corvid preceded to simply fall on top of Freezerburn, some roof debris coming with him.

Alleyway

"Well excuse me for screwing up my move because you decide to trip me over-OOF!" Joie complained back before being subjected to the kick to the teeth. Despite it, Joie was relentless in her aggressive advances and kept going for the grab onto the Bear, this time, now that her legs were more guarded, she decided to go for another takedown from the side this time, all she have to do is to grab the Bear from her waist by the side, lean her head against the chest and lift her up slightly, she doesn't need that much distance to lean her back and slam her down.

"And please tuck your chin in when you think you're gonna get slammed!" she advised. "You gave me a heart attack just seeing your head bounce like a table tennis ball!"

edited 20th Jul '16 6:14:25 AM by sgtpendulum

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Museum Hallway

The woman's pose relaxed and her look softened, both just a tad. She still held her blade however and spoke again, her intent reaching the soundproofed hero again "A fellow hero then? Good. This one's name is Iridia, Warden of the Moon; Lady moon's champion, is it not known?"

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

GIRLFIGHT!

"Oh, no, it's fi—ow, dammit!" The Bear's head hit the ground again. "Fuck. I'm fine. Head's protected by this thing here." She knocked on her Bear head. "Same guy gave me the mask and the kevlar, motherfucker's weird like that."

The Bear's money whip snaked back to the action again. "But hey, whatever keeps the money flowing for him, right?" The whip went for Joie de Vivre's neck and tried to yank her backwards as The Bear reached for her pants to pull them up!

Museum

Her name didn't sound familiar to Simon, but then he'd only been on *this* particular Earth for about an hour, in fact he came to the museum to learn as much as he could about its history without attracting attention.

But at least now he knew she was a hero (or so she claimed) but something was off, like she wasn't familiar with modern culture at all.

Pleasure to meet you, Iridia he 'thought' at her. I am new to these lands myself. Tell me, have you ever heard of a place called Easton? Because that is where you are now.

Streets
"Yeah sure, no problem," Don said, shoving the mask into the glove compartment. "I haven't seen one of those before. Is it something from one of those Japanese animes?"

Mushi Suru No Wa Kantan

Had Reverb more opportunity to think she might have wondered more at Don's practically impenetrable obliviousness but for now she was simply grateful. However the man would find that a rather large, blood encrusted knife rolled out of the glove box as he put the mask in, "Anime? Uh, yeah... Well, no..." Sally stammered, the police now uncomfortably close and the crack windscreen becoming quite the annoyance, "It'... It's a Bengali cartoon thing, you know?" She flashed a smile before adding, "Hey, you might want to cover your eyes for a bit."

With that simple warning Reverb put her hand on the front windshield, vibrating rapid for a moment before the glass burst outwards, "Much, much better..." She sighed, wishing Carma was a little more robust in the acceleration department.

“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”

Speeding Through the Sky Above Easton City National Museum - The Conductor

The Angel of the Alliance. A legendary super jet flown by a mysterious pilot only known as Jeanne, she was the sparkling white symbol of the heroine during World War II, its outstretched wings with elaborate feather designs underneath so that comrades would recognize the guardian angel as it came to combat the enemy and drop supplies to armies. The wings bore the imagery of Lady Justice, Lady Liberty, and Lady Britannia to represent the trifecta of America, France, and Britain, and its great super science turbines generated colossal winds to both speed its ascent and throw enemy planes off their flight path.

And now it was in the hands of a madman.

The minds of everyone on board the train were filled once again with the sound of strange classical music not emitted from the speakers. Soon, it was accompanied by shouting.    "GIVE BACK WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE, OR I SHALL TAKE THOSE LIVES RIGHTFULLY MINE AS WELL!!!"    The Conductor pressed the appropriate controls to fire the Angel's machine guns... and nothing happened. Cursing, his body shuddered with electricity once more... and lightning proceeded to fire out from the cannons straight at the engine of the train.

Museum Hallway

She looked around, the location being new to her, as the last thing she remembered was the temple her statue used to be in. "Easton... no, this one does not recognize it." she projected as she spoke. She looked at the exhibit her statue used to be in, and similar artefacts around it. "What is this place? are we in a temple, or a mausoleum?" she enquired, turning her blade into light and sending it, more at ease but not completely off guard.

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

Skies over Easton City

The Flying Train was struck by the Conductor's lightning, but was surprisingly not very damaged. It shook like Hell, however, probably causing those inside (and outside) to struggle for balance.

Museum

Simon was starting to get the picture of what had happened here: this woman was probably from a primitive culture, and had 'awakened' here. Wait, could she actually have been one of the exhibits?? How did that happen?

We call this a museum he explained, now in a relaxed, friendly tone. It is a place where people come to see relics of the past. Or it was, until these evil men broke into it, he pointed at the fallen Nazi. I suspect, you have been asleep a long time. If that is the case, I fear you are a long distance from your home... won't you share your story with me? Perhaps I can help.

edited 20th Jul '16 5:26:04 PM by Sijo

Streets

"Well I suppose it's wise in this day and age for a woman to have something to defend herself," Don said, glancing at the knife before putting it back, and the mask, in the glove compartment. When said woman blasted the front windshield, Don sighed, then gripped at his head. "Oh Jesus! Of all the cars in the city I get into - ARGGHGHGH! I'M HAVING A FLASHBACK!"

In a brief burst of light lasting only a moment, the mild-manner Don Joe completely disappeared. There was now a man completely enclosed in Maximilian plate armor sitting in the passenger seat of the car, his hands gripping a longsword and a shield.

"HUGUENOT!" he shouted, starting to bash his sword against his seat belt. "RELEASE ME FROM THIS DEVILISH CONTRAPTION AT ONCE!"

Why Reverb Can't Have Nice Things

Suddenly Don was screaming, Sally's first thought being that he was finally catching on to the less than subtle clues. However, it was apparently her audiokinesis that set him off and induced a terrible flash of light, half-blinding the driver and making her swerve into some poor bastards fruit stand, "Sorry!" Reverb shouted out the window, regaining her sight and putting Carma back on the road, "What the hell was- WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" Reverb screamed, looking over the armoured knight that had taken the place of Don in horror.

The knight started bashing at his seat belt, ruining the surrounding upholstery before the band was finally cut, "Oh god, what the hell is even-" Sally's panic was cut short by the sound of gunfire. Apparently the police chose this moment to escalate the situation, the familiar noise of bullets on metal mad Reverb grit her teeth and get back to business. The mercenary aimed an arm back at the nearest car and violently shook, a moment later sending an ear-shattering burst back. The back windshield of her own car, and the front of the squad car behind, burst and seemed to knock out the driver. One of the police cars swerved and crashed into a nearby building, "I JUST WANTED LUNCH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”

Alleyway

It's not everyday that you get attacked by a regular whip outside of a bdsm sex, let alone a whip magically made out of money but that's the quirk of being a superhero. Unfortunately, that would mean that Joie won't have any prior knowledge when she did see the whip coming for her head at the corner of her eyes.

Improvisation would be in order.

At first Joie covered her whole head with both of her forearms as she try and mount on top of the Bear to keep her on the ground but when she see that the whip was wrapped around her forearms at the neck area, she decided to do a counter similar to the one wherr the victim got caught in a rear naked chokehold; tucked her chin in and try to get the arm, or whip in this case, to slide out of her head using her forearms. The whip's giving her such a nasty rope burn tho but she'll bite it out.

"What kind of fucking furry would sell a fursuit mask and kevlar in the first place?" Joie asked despite the fact that she's grinding her teeth in pain and effort to try and keep her position by hunching over to counteract the whip's pull.

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Xy had only a moment to glance at the bird-man's face before unexpectedly landing inside the Train with a loud thump. She could tell something was already wrong with the Train, as the machine was generating a lot of heat despite now having a large 'ventilation hole' in her top.

Concerned even more now with bringing the Train down, she pushed herself upright against the sheared metal between her and the flooring, and glanced over at the two behind her; the guy who's face she'd seen, decked out in some sort of bird-themed armor, and another person she couldn't quite identify yet. Both seemed unhurt, as the bird-man had apparently used himself as a shield against the debris Xy'd rained down upon them.

Satisfied that nobody was immediately hurt, Xy stepped over to the controls and gave them a good looking-over. She could some of the gauges indicated pressure and temperature readings, although she obviously knew enough about the latter without them; the rest of the dials, buttons, and various mechanical operators were all labeled in German, which put her in an immediate disadvantage in terms of operation comprehension.

   "GIVE BACK WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE, OR I SHALL TAKE THOSE LIVES RIGHTFULLY MINE AS WELL!!!"    Xy seemed to hear this from everywhere and yet nowhere. She turned back towards the other two occupants, yelling "You may wish to leave now...I intend to bring this thing down, and it will not be a polite —"

That's when the lightning struck. Inside of a mere moment it coursed like water around the Train, wriggling around until it reached the hole above Xy. She delivered as swift a kick to the control mechanisms as she could, but she didn't get to see the immediate fruit of her efforts; lightning stretched from the jagged edges above her, delivering current through her into the floor. She collapsed into a spasm-induced fit, her sensitive tech immediately diverting current to other parts of her body in order to save the greater whole.

" HarD rebOot INitiALizeD" she stuttered in a monotonous tone as her muscles ceased spasming and she became limp, while her eyelids fluttered furiously.

Flying Train

Corvid groaned and picked himself up off the floor as Xy similarly got her bearings. He had no idea who this person was but landing the train was probably a good idea and hopefully she had some idea how to do that.

However, Corvid's hopes were quickly dismissed as another telepathic message arrived - the same as the source of the music earlier, possibly, - and electricity suddenly shot through the train. He wasn't quite as vulnerable as this other new person but he still felt the force of the attack. He half-walked, half-fell in the direction of the controls and tried to find any which had obvious purposes.

Meanwhile, another group of pigeons flew overhead and Corvid hijacked them. Combined with his existing scouts, he got a fairly good look at the plane pursuing them. Hopefully if they could get the train onto the ground it couldn't pursue further and they could take it from there.

edited 21st Jul '16 2:41:38 AM by FerrousMaelstom

Faster Than A Flying Locomotive, It's a Bird, It's a Plane, It's - The Conductor

The Conductor grumbled irritably as the train refused to even jostle at his bolt blasts, arms scrambling this way and that at the controls - the Angel's special turbines spinning wildly before releasing a massive gale, soaring straight up above the stolen train of his. And spotting the damages done to the roof.

Much incoherent screeching could be heard inside everyone's minds as from the sky above, they could spot a sparkling silver-white plane barreling down on them, intent on crashing down on everyone making a mess of the Conductor's train (never mind that this would make an even worse mess for him to clean up). If their eyes were particularly keen, they could swear to see the thin, pasty man's mouth agape screaming, bright blue glare filled with a stormy rage.

FLASHBACK - Streets

"Beware, wench!" the knight shouted as he got out of his seatbelt.

"I am a champion of righteousness sent back by the Lord to your strange city as an angel of vengeance. My duty is right, my cause is just, and my sword is sharp! Now I shall bring forth judgement upon those who would do harm. Starting with this foul wagon you have powered with your witchcraft!"

With that, he began to stab at the steering wheel with his sword, though he was restricted to shorter jabs due to the confined space of the car.

Sky

The plane's turbines, combined with the lever that Corvus had pulled, had an unforeseen effect on the train:

It began to fly down, heading straight towards the Easton City Prison.

Street

As the knight and the villainess continued to struggle in her car, a whole squad of police cars surrounded them.

edited 21st Jul '16 9:11:18 PM by Sijo

A Knight To Remember

Reverb shot the increasingly troublesome knight a disapproving scowl, "Wench!? I though knights had more civility!" She half laughed, wondering if she had bashed her head when she hit Don and was dreaming in a hospital somewhere. Unfortunately this was not the case and in addition to the man's tirade a squad of police cars had joined in on the chase, "Does the Easton Police Department have nothing better to do today?" She mused to herself, as the armoured man clearly wasn't the listening type, "I mean, there's a flying Murder-Train over the city, and they're chasing down a Station Wagon!" Suddenly a sword went through the steering wheel, Sally glaring at the man, "A busted Station Wagon!" He called it a 'foul wagon' powered by her witchcraft which only made her smirk, "Blame Henry Ford!"

Now unable to steer due to the sword being stuck in the wheel and seeing her ungrateful passenger was unbuckled Sally grimaced. The radio switched over to a song from Sweet Charity and was glad that Don or whoever had replaced him hadn't deigned to 'slay' her radio yet - the lyrics were about to get a little on the nose. "Fly to your Lord, then!" Sally slammed on the brakes and held onto the sword, if the knight wasn't flung out through the windshield he would at least lose grip on the sword. Reverb also took that moment to reach over into the glove compartment and retrieve her knife as well as mask. It seemed she would need them.

edited 21st Jul '16 9:47:48 PM by Lt.BGob

“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”

Easton City Cistern

Hieronymus, the legendary "Sewer King" of Easton City, was not exactly an aristocrat by most people's standards. He lived in the cold, wet reaches of the sewers, wading through human waste and trash, and had done so for much of his teenage years. People said you could get used to a foul odor if you exposed yourself to it long enough. But most people didn't have the nose of a rat, so every day, Hieronymus was up to his neck in the stench of toilet flushings. Still, the underground cistern of Easton City was Hieronymus' personal palace. He could keep all of his gadgets and stuff in one place without having to deal with pesky financial issues like paying rent or doing taxes. He could watch over his pets with ease, his sewer crocodiles, his sewer piranhas, and his hundreds of sewer rats who he affectionately deemed to be his cousins. And besides, there were so many jerks on the surface world, people that would be mean to you just because you looked or acted different. He could have gone back home, but he didn't want to disappoint the friendly couple who had adopted him so long ago. Hieronymus had to make it in the big city.

Hieronymus rested on a throne made from discarded couches, listening to some hardcore punk rock which suited the acoustics of the cistern nicely. As he continued to enjoy his song, Hieronymus' sensitive ears picked up the all-familiar noise of police sirens. There were a lot of them, and they seemed to be headed to one of the main roads above his home. Pretty soon, the Hieronymus could not enjoy his music, with police sirens and some kind of cacophony of a song drilling the back of his super powerful ears. If only there were earphones that fit him, he wouldn't have this issue. Sighing, Hieronymus turned off his custom-rigged radio, and got up from his seat. It was time for the Sewer King to make his mark on the topsiders once more.

The Sewer King dressed in his favorite disguise for dealing with humans on the surface—a disgusting orange jumpsuit and an orange high-visibility vest, with a pair of black boots caked with an unmentionable substance. The getup made him resemble a sewer worker, the perfect way to mask his musky body odor and the funk he naturally got from living in a sewer, or so he thought. The Sewer King climbed up a ladder, and reached a manhole onto the streets above. In his mind, he looked like any old human sewer worker. He neglected to cover his furry face, his thick pink tail, or his huge round ears, so it would be easy to identify the Sewer King as a Teenage Mutant Ninja Rat.

"Hey, hey, what's going on here?" The Sewer King yelled to the police, trying to sound as gruff as a squeaky rat-teenager possibly could. "My boys are working double shifts and we don't need all this noise coming from the surface world!"

Then he noticed the car carnage that Reverb and Flashback had started, and came to one conclusion: Superheroes. If there was any group of people who liked to bully people around...

The Sewer King backed off to the manhole where he had originally came. "Uhh, sorry officers, I didn't mean for that little outburst back there, I-I think I'll be going back home."

"@[=g3,8d]&fbb=-q]/hk%fg"

FLASHBACK - Easton Streets

"Civility is for Ladies and Maidens, of which a witch is neither!" the knight roared. When the car slammed to a stop, he doubled-down the grip on his sword so that at the very least, he could take it with him as he went flying out the front windshield. Or at least, where the front windshield was normally located in a car.

The Mouse and the Model

"How the hell do you know I'm not a maiden!?" Reverb managed to yell as the car screeched to a halt, narrowly avoiding mowing down what initially appeared to be a Sewage Worker or similar. Still disorientated from the whiplash, and really hoping the cops had the sense to stop before they completely pancaked her car - and its occupants. FLASHBACK, on the other hand, was not so fortunate as to remain seated - the armoured knight was launched forward at considerable speed, taking his sword and a descent sized chunk of the steering wheel with him as he flew past Hieronymus.

Reverb took this opportunity to undo her own seat belt and secure the mask to her face before stumbling out of the car, "Uuurgh... How the hell am I gonna explain this to my insurance company...?" She groaned, feeling a few scratches on her head and arms from glass or other debris generated by the squabble. Sally examined her knife for a moment and reached into the back seat of the car, pulling out a backpack full of her clothes, ID and other incriminating evidence to link her alias' together, "What were you saying, darling?" She called to the knight with a concealed grin. It was at this point, police still bearing down, that the mercenary had time to properly look at the grimy, high visibility man by the open man hole. "Oh... Hello." He had a furry face and whiskers. While Reverb's standards for a 'normal' day were remarkably broad in this sort of city, a talking rat-man was nevertheless outside its general purview, "Is it just me, or is today just balls-to-the-walls bonkers for everyone?"

edited 21st Jul '16 9:44:15 PM by Lt.BGob

“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”

Museum Hallway

She looked at the transdimentional traveller, and her eyes hinted at a frown "This one's afraid you might be right" she began, in her old tongue "This one heeds from the Lunar Valley, where one's people, the Nanuna, those who lived for Lady Moon, had made it their home. This one became their chief at a time she wasn't ready for it, so this one commended herself to Lady Moon, and she in all her grace helped this one by making me her champion and protector... she was a friend, a close friend, we loved each other. She loved me so much that after many years of service, more than any other could have given her, she gave one the rest one sought... If this one has awoken something has gone awry" her intent projected onto the man.

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

FLASHBACK - Easton Streets

"Fortune smiles upon me, for by great providence a demon spawn has chosen to emerge from this particular pit to hell so that I may slay him before he may torment the faithful!" the knight shouted as he rolled to a stop and jumped to his feet. For there, in the ground, was a demon - for what other creature would have such foul features, yet still know how to command his mind enough to know the languages of man - that had revealed himself.

He pulled his hand back, causing the sword to disappear and be replaced by a throwing axe. Which he promptly threw at full force at the demon in question.