Fwomph
Kurikara Food-O Uchi
"Right, yes. Apologies. Hubris is a dangerous thing, I'll attempt to stay more restrained. I will speak plainly, I wish to conduct interviews; to get the full picture of this long-lost age and the immortal legends that survived it."
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Fool From The Depths
Nimona, Brooklyn
"But- but-" Flashes of memories danced through her brain as she spluttered, bobbing to and fro in the air. Rubble and ruins. Scorching craters in the landscape. Stories whispered of a sorceress who had passed through, her power and ruthlessness terrifying in equal measure. Then, her memories shifted to Opportunity, remembering herself repelled by heroes and her reputation ruined, not because of others' attempts to slander her, but because of her own actions. She let out a sigh. "Fine." she grumbled, shifting back into human form and landing gracefully on the ground. "If she ever does start acting up though, I'd better get a..."She trailed off as she noticed Asura's expression watching Mithra holding hands with Jack, and giggled, her indignation gone for a moment.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" she chuckled, transforming into a feline to illustrate her point and licking her paws.
Something's Fishy Here...
Anti-Gnosis Weapon
Mewtwo's Island
At long last came the voice of Bowser's distant accomplice, resounding in the monster turtle's head:
"Myaaaah! I'll be with you shortly, Koopa King! There's just one pesky loose end I need to tie up before we reunite! If I succeed, well, I daresay our conquest of this pathetic planet will be even easier than we originally thought! Myahaha!"
Southern Manhattan, Urban Outfitters (Remodeled) Dressing Room
"WHAT?!" Skeletor shouted as a line of psychic fire shot up his beam and impacted the head of his Havoc Staff, causing it to buck violently. "Hmph! I see how it is! The brat must be tapping into the power of the Crystal! Well, you impudent hussy, that Crystal and its powers rightfully belong to ME! If you think I'll give up that easily, then my name's not Skeletor, Overlord of Evil!"
Seeing as he'd at least managed to latch onto the bag with his target inside, the skull-faced Overlord gripped his implement with both hands to steady it and summoned forth an even more powerful tractor-beam pulse of magic, which raced down the widening beam toward Norma and her bag...
East Brooklyn, Outside Pizza Place
Bwaaaaaaaaah... BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! went the sound of the tractor beam as its power intensified and it widened, now not just trying to pull the bag, but also Norma's poor arm toward the glass behind her.
Meanwhile, the foolish Arachnos servant who had dared to contact Skeletor over the psychic airwaves was in for disappointment as she was met with disdain and derision.
"Oh noooooooo, PLEASE not the SPIDERS! What EVER am I to DO?" he mocked. "Listen here, you worthless PEON: I am SKELETOR, OVERLORD OF EVIL, and I bow to NO-ONE! A magical artifact of that Crystal's caliber rightfully belongs to ME, and soon, this entire WORLD will belong to me as well! And for the crime of threatening my great and illustrious person, you and yours will be the FIRST to die in my new regime! So look forward to that, you impotent imbecile! Myahahahahaha!"
Opportunity, Concert Venue
"Oh, 's no biggie," Hajime dismissed Kanae's compliment of her patience with a little wave. "Youcan thinkof 'im like the King of Interweb Trolls, and he's basically a big ol' bratty kid at heart, so he's pretty easy to deal with!"
Katze responded by blowing a very loud raspberry.
"And yeah, it's likea soul-y magic-y sorta thing!" Hajime confirmed to the Girls with a beaming nod. "So he is in my heart, basically! Hear that, Katze-san? You're the closest person to my heart! Heehee!"
"Eugh! Eugh, you! Never say that where I can hear you, ever again! Ick, ick, ick, ick! I wish I could just take a shower and wash the grossness of what you just said off! But I can't! Because you trapped me in here, you awful bitch!"
"Awww, don't be like that, Katze-san~!" Hajime trilled. "You an' I are the besta friends, right?"
"Like I'd ever be friends with a primitive lifeform!"
"Oh yeah? Then why'd ya help me with Gelsadra?"
"....."
"It's 'cause ya like me, right?"
".....No comment."
"Anyways," Hajime continued with a shrug, "he wouldn'ta encouraged ya ta beat me up if it'd hurt him too. He an' I don't actually share feelings 'cept when I'm transformed inta my Gatchaman armor!" Saying that, she drew out a white notebook
◊ with red highlights and held it up conspicuously with a sly glint in her eyes.
Edited by darksidevoid on Feb 20th 2024 at 6:39:16 AM
GM of AGOG S4: Frontiers RP; Sub-GM of TABA, SOTR, & UUA RPs
The Gayest Bowser
The Master - Water Under The Bridge...And Over The Bridge Hopefully
The Master looked about as the operator led him in. Crude, brick-laid and boring. He noted how...quiet the place was. Sure, it was loud, but there was barely anybody around. Or if there was, they must've been stationed elsewhere. It was a somewhat comforting after the city's hustling and bustling, though not to the levels of ASMR or anything. If anything, it felt abnormal by this planet's standards. Eventually, the liminal vibes of bricked corridors gave way to a more-colorful office.
"Alright, let me just...bring up the scheduling here. Be a mo." Jean says, typing away at the flat-screen laptop in the room.
The Master meanwhile was looking about to scope what little of the layout he could - His goal? Rapid gravity filters. These were essentially "the final boss" of the filtration system and needled out any last bits of whos-its and what-nots before the water flowed to communities. It was important that he "worked his magic" there instead of just dumping willy-nilly. Otherwise, his concoction would end up isolated and useless.
He couldn't the shake this feeling in the back of his head that something was off; must still be rattled from his last incursion before riding here.
And what luck! The office happened to have a floor plan of the place tacked onto one of the bulletin boards. Now he could get this shindig dug!
"Yeah, according to this we got our fill a few days ago already. Think your people fudged the numbers up."
Jean turns to look at the man, who seemed to be only half-listening.
"Sorry ya had to come out, but we got our fill days ago. I'll put in a good word to your bosses, though. 'Least I can d-"
Before Jean could speak, a sharp pain hit his stomach. The man had just...gut-punched him.
"Oh, you lot are about to get your fill whether you want it or not."
The man raises his hand and drops it down, causing Jean's world to go dark.
"All washed up! That's what I could've said instead! Dammit!"
With Jean's keycard and smaller equipment in-had, The Master leaves with everything and starts running in the direction of the filters.
Edited by klom99 on Feb 21st 2024 at 3:35:46 AM
"Doctor, I did say look for the Spymaster. Or should I say Spy....Master?"
Driving Away From Central Park (Scooter)
“Oh hey, you talk all sophisticated-like, same as me. We’re gonna get along like two bullets in a mag, Bunnie! See, I’m part ‘a this Hyperion resistance organizational-type group, call ourselves the Crimson Raiders? Mah good buddy Roland brought together a buncha folks wit’ nowhere else to go, an’ you look like ya fit the bill, if ya don’t mind mah bluntness. Hang on-!”
He makes a probably-illegal sharp turn, now headed for the harbor.
“Got ourselves holed up in an ol’ Dahl mining site, ‘off the grid’ ‘n such. ‘Course, if you’re not the freedom fightin’ type, I’ll happily drop ya somewhere along the way. Just figured if the cops’re lookin’ for ya and Jack ain’t a friend a’ yours, we could have a mutual backscratchin’ arrangement goin’ on.”
The familiar voice of Angel rings back into Bunnie’s head.
“Thank goodness, you’re alright. When I saw reports of fire and a fight in Central Park, I got worried. Your driver is…eccentric, but you can trust him. I know the Crimson Raiders he’s talking about - they’re good people, full of outcasts and revolutionaries. You’ll want to talk to Roland if you’re serious about stopping Jack. I’ve…worked with Roland before. He’s a good man.”
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Bunnie
Bunnie held onto her seat, clutching the handle as they turned, her heart skipping a beat. She should have been scared, but it was a little exhilarating.
"Don't sweat it sugah! Freedom's mah little name. Reckon we can help each other out."
That was a relief. Even if there was nothing in it for her she probably would have pitched in, but it was good to get some help . She had no love for Jack, but she needed to get home. Maybe they could look her over too. She was a little scared, but whatever Angel had done to her she needed to know.
Speaking of.
"Take yer word fer it hon. Gotta say, this whole thing don't give me the best feelin'. Don't much care for folks messing around in mah head. Gives me the heebie-jeebies."
Edited by kkhohoho on Feb 25th 2024 at 10:34:58 AM
Brooklyn
Upon seeing how Asura was responding to this, Jack very slowly and deliberately let go of Mithra's hand and backed away with his own hands raised, trying not to make any sudden moves.
"Do you think we need to...what was the phrase? Turn him off and on again?" Wuya asked Nimona, unable to hide her own amusement at this display. For someone that had been ready to take the girl on in a fight, she didn't seem to hold Nimona's accusations against her.
As for Jack, once he'd properly put some distance between himself and Asura's daughter, he puffed out his chest and smirked, going into Introduction Mode.
"Maybe we should start over. You know her, obviously. But me?"
From here, different poses were struck to emphasize his words, with him clearly putting effort into them.
"I'm the one."
"The only."
"Jack...Spicer."
There was a moment's pause, and then he dropped the poses entirely as he grumbled to himself.
"No, no, that last part kills it. Damn Handsome Jack, making this harder for me."
Proud member of the AGOG community.
N and Co., Brooklyn: Oh Look! OIL!
Uzi mirrored Nimona's sentiment, "Agreed. If I could slap that smug face of his, I would. Hard. Multiple times."
Another introduction appears and this time, it's a lady with dark red hair and a boy with dark clothes and pale skin. Apparently, quite a few of them are aware of who the lady is, but not the young one. After the boy introduces himself, N puts a finger under his chin, "Jack... Spicer? Are you related to Handsome Jack but with extra spice?"
Uzi looked at N unamused, "No, N. Not every person that has "Jack" in their name is related."
"Oh, right. Forgot about that."
Meanwhile, V sighs as her question was ignored before she looks at a car. Looking left and then right, she approaches the undamaged sedan and sneakily tries to poke a hole in somewhere important. With one of her hands turning into a straight sword, she jams it into the front. A fluid leaks out and she takes a lick at it like a water fountain. The drone gags and coughs as she realized where she hit: a reservoir of windshield wiper fluid. Embarrassed but undeterred, she takes another stab and a sip.
"Jackpot," she exclaims as she guzzles it down, not knowing that the other two drones were watching. V let out a defensive, "What? You want us to overheat?"
"I don't think we should go stabbing people's stuff. Unless it's bad people's stuff."
"Who knows? It might be a supervillain's eeeeeevil chariot."
"Well, if that's the case," N gets to slurping the oil. There might be a chance to gather oil without having to kill drones (though it's gonna be a hit to PR for sure). Uzi groans and shrugs, "Hope they have drone insurance."
"I treasure every day with you, darling." "No need to be so sappy, love." "You know that's how she is, Nia." - AU!Pyra, Nia, Mythra
The Hope, The Hero
Brooklyn - Stoically Watching All This Happen (Optimus Prime)
Optimus can not help but raise his eyebrow
◊ at the commotion of Asura intervening on Nimona's attempt on attacking Wuya. Taking a cursory glance on reports of Wuya's various activities thanks to his connection to the internet, he cannot help but agree with Wuya. Technically, she is correct in that she hasn't done anything in this city yet.
"For the moment, we should consider Wuya and Jack's presence here as a moment of truce. I would prefer that we do not fight each other."
Though he can't help but wonder why V just decided to bust open a petrol tank of someone's abandoned car, and just guzzle the fuel inside. Strangely, he mentally compares V to an especially thirsty Insecticon.
Spelunking through a Halo Ring is something else...
Towards The Docks (Scooter and Angel)
"Well butter my ass an' call me a biscuit, was hoping ya'd say that! Gonna be great bringin' in a new badass to fill out the ranks some."
Angel audibly sighs in Bunnie's head.
"...You mean me. I...apologize. It's because of Jack. I know you received an ECHO from him on Governors Island, but I prefer communication systems he can't access. Hence my...direct method of contacting you. The last thing I would want is to upset you."
Kurikara Food-O Uchi (Durga)
"I will say my husband tends to keep to himself. He helps where he can, but he's turned down his fair share of interviews. But if you really are that curious - it was far from glamorous. In my experience, history tends to sugarcoat conflicts. The term 'war hero' is a bit of an oxymoron."
Brooklyn (Asura)
Asura shakes off his confusion, now just raising an eyebrow at Jack.
"...I liked the pose."
"Mithra, he's evil."
Mithra gestures vaguely to Jack's general dorkiness.
"I mean...is he?"
"...An astute observation."
Asura looks up at Optimus upon him weighing in.
"I agree with Optimus. There's been enough fighting here as it is with that turtle monster we sent packing."
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Bunnie
It was too late for that. She know Angel meant well, but the last thing she wanted was folks poking around. She was fairly open, but some stuff she didn't want people to see.
"No harm done sugah. Takes some gettin' used to is all..."
This wasn't true, but she had a thought. If Angel could reach out, maybe she could do the same? She wasn't comfortable with it, but if she was stuck here, maybe her friends were too. Was worth a shot.
"Don't mention it hon, but let's not be gettin' ahead of ourselves. Yer pasty ol' fanny's the last thing I wanna be butterin', ah do declare!"
She cast her net, reaching out to the local web, searching for anyone or anything that seemed friendly. It wasn't easy, but her fancy newfangled systems did most of the work. She wasn't sure what what would happen, but it was better than sitting around.
Edited by kkhohoho on Feb 25th 2024 at 5:16:52 AM
Breath of the Sun
Opportunity, Concert Venue
The girls eyed the notebook with interest.
"Ah, I think I know this. You're one of those 'henshin' heroes." Blossom raised a finger, as though giving a lecture. "Heroes who have to transform in order to use their powers. Usually through the use of some kind of item or companion, which can be technological or magical."
"That sounds dumb." Buttercup considered it. "What happens if the bad guys attack you when you don't have powers? If I was like that, I'd just be transformed all the time."
"People don't choose how their powers work. Besides, most people don't have any powers at all."
"Yeah. And it sounds nice to be able to turn your costume on and off."
"You're just sayin' that 'cause you can't zip up your own dress without help."
"Am not!"
Buttercup stuck out her tongue. Bubbles huffed and turned away, focusing instead on the music. She gave Matsuri a smile and a wave, before closing her eyes as she hummed along with the piano.
NYC Coast, Mewtwo's Island
"Thanks! Not like I have anywhere else to stay on this stupid planet." Bowser chuckled, though it was laced with bitterness. "Stupid humans. Anyway, Skull-Face just picked up. He's still fighting some 'heroes' of his own, but he should be here in a bit."
He surveyed the island, scratching his chin in thought. "Place could use a castle. Something big and intimidating. Also lava pits. Gotta have lava pits."
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
Fool From The Depths
Nimona, Brooklyn
"Nah, let's just leave him like this. It's more fun this way." Nimona giggled in response to Wuya, only giggling even more when Jack Spicer made his not-so-grand introduction. "You really gotta work on the style more there, my guy. Maybe only a pose at the end instead of like four of them? You gotta work on the end in general, you really blew that part."She transformed back into a human and eyed V as the drone poked a hole in a car and guzzled down its oil, but then just shrugged and didn't say anything. Hey, with how weird she was as a person, it's not like she could really judge.
Optimus and Asura re-asserted their statements of a truce, and with a sigh, her brief bit of mirth wore off again.
"Yeah yeah, I get it. You guys've had enough bashing in bad guys' skulls for today." she groaned, rolling her eyes. "Whatever. I can roll with that. But if tomorrow rolls around and this lady's blown something up or killed someone..." she gestured at Wuya, another manic, shark-like grin making its way across her face from ear to ear. "You better bet I'm gonna do some gnashing right where it hurts."
Mewtwo, NYC Coast Island
"Well, I'm eager to meet him in the flesh. Or bones, as the case may be." Mewtwo replied to his scaly friend.Then Bowser brought up the point about re-decorating, which made Mewtwo scratch his chin.
"I don't think we have need of a castle, but lava pits would make for a most excellent defense against intruders. How would we obtain the necessary materials, though? It's not as if boiling molten rock is exactly common in New York, at least from what I've managed to observe."
Something's Fishy Here...
Brooklyn
After Mithra made her query about if Jack actually was evil, Jack could be seen hanging his head, and one could almost see the environment darken around him as if to show how depressed he was to hear someone ask them. Nimona's comments definitely didn't help.
"Everyone's a critic..."
As for Wuya, after she was done chuckling at Asura and Jack's expenses, she looked back at Nimona after the girl threatened her once more, and nodded in approval.
"I think I just might like you, child. He could use a bit of your spirit." Wuya said, jerking her thumb towards Jack at the latter statement.
Proud member of the AGOG community.
Brooklyn (Asura & Mithra)
"If it's tomorrow and she's killed someone, you can get in line behind me."
Asura's four additional arms dissolve into mantra, which quickly seems to dissipate as his skin takes on a more human complexion again.
"I don't go around making a name for myself but I'll be damned if someone hurts others for fun in this city."
Mithra leans in and whispers to Jack.
"What brand of eyeliner is that, anyways? ...Hers and yours."
Docks (Scooter and ???)
"...I understand. I'm going to disconnect for a while but...I'll be in touch."
The unusual feeling of Angel's presence fades from Bunnie's head as Scooter's truck barrels towards the docks.
"Figure a' speech, doin' that literally sounds like a good way to meet a new infection! Anyways, we're comin' up on Phase 2 of 'Operation Get The Badass Rabbit The Hell Outta Dodge!' ...I ain't...good with names."
The truck speeds down the street and straight onto a pier, that's certainly inconspicuous.
...Wait, Scooter said their base of operations was an "old mining site" but his truck is currently boarding a large boat. As Scooter gets out of his driver's seat, he looks ahead to the figure
◊ currently driving this floating pile of scrap they appear to have designated as a seafaring vessel.
"Sis, we're on board. Floor it!"
"Don't gotta tell me twice!"
And with that, they're off. This particular narrator hopes Bunnie isn't prone to getting seasick.
Edited by ZodanTheUnbounceable on Mar 4th 2024 at 5:57:06 AM
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Fwomph
Kurikara Food-O Uchi
"Oh I have no presumptions about it being glamorous, no matter what the tales told may gloss over. I can assure you of that at the very least. So, yes... Should we wait here for your husband to return or go pursue your daughter?"
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Kurikara Food-O Uchi
Durga raises an eyebrow…again.
“You’re not ‘pursuing’ my daughter anywhere, and for a researcher you tend to have an extremely poor choice of words.”
It is very hard to tell if this woman is actually irritated or just toying with him.
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Bunnie
Thankfully Bunnie seemed healthy. Matter of fact she was always healthy. She'd only been sick once and that was a special case. Was it possible for her to get sick? She wasn't sure she wanted an answer.
Her digital spelunking was even less conclusive. She'd barely scratched the surface, but the closest she got was some very questionable interests. She wished she could scrub her brain, but she had to keep searching.
She hopped out of the car, stretching her arm as she took in the view. She'd seen the ocean, but it'd never been so pretty.
"Well ah do declare! This here's gotta be the best view in these parts! Never seen a sea so clear an' blue, sure 'nuff!"
She rested her hands on the railings, staring up at the Statue of Liberty. Even at this angle it was hard to miss it. It was a real piece of work, but that wasn't what caught her attention. She was sure she'd seen it before. Where was it...?
Concert Venue
Just as Handsome Jack glanced down at his phone, a sudden notification went off. Tapping it, he would be routed to the screen for Hyperion Maps, where a new route had just been forwarded to him by his subordinates. Dotted lines, in the same red hue as the giant monster from earlier, triangulated a point between the mouth of the Hudson River, the port of Rogue Isles...and a tiny spit of land
north of the Pacific, smack bang centre in the Sea of Okhotsk, labelled on the map as 'Monster Isle'.
West Village
The other guests at Short Sharon's table were understandably put off by Belial up and parking himself amongst them. The thugs stood to the wall were spurred into action, and started closing in with grim expressions, only to be stopped with a raise of Sharon's hand.
"Who are you?!" she barked, with a strong Shanghai accent. "You have reservation or not? Get to point, or you go in the dumpster!"
Noho
Donnie and Jorogumo eventually arrived at their destination, and it wasn't a pretty sight. What would have been a tacky dive bar on its own was seemingly undergoing construction, with bulky scaffolding erected around the sidewalk and walls papered up with advertisements. What brickwork was visible was covered in barely eligible graffiti, with such charming messages as 'died horny'. Despite this, there was clearly some activity still going on inside. Deep voices and the clicking of billiards could just about be heard through a floor-level window letting light into the basement area.
East Village
Once Rivet activated her armour, the dragon-faced punk looked far more openly scared. The girl named Blossom, meanwhile, just openly beamed at the sight and said "Oh, that is so awesome." After that, Dragon Face was literally floored by Rivet, and cheerfully dragged off by Blossom.
Moments later, Rivet had the barrel of a gun pressed into the leader's neck. The man froze for a moment, slowly raising a hand. Then suddenly, Subaru shot the phone straight out of his hand. The sound of screeching metal was cut short by the sound of breaking glass, and the plaintive whine of a henchman saying "My phone!"
A moment of silence followed, as the crew processed what just happened. Then without warning, the leader swatted aside the gun against his neck with almost incredible strength and speed. He wheeled around to face Rivet with hate in his eyes, but before he could do anything, Scream went buckwild and defenestrated the lot of them.
Only Cristo was left behind in the store, dragged up to Scream's face with dribbling primal terror written all over his face. "I-I-I didn't mean nothin'!" he gibbered. "The boss-man, he- he just- HE wanted my phone, I didn't- I'd-... please don't kill meeee..."
Suddenly, there was the sound of a throat being cleared. As if from nowhere, two people had just appeared- the clerk that the gang leader had sent off moments ago, and a very normal looking man
wearing a suit with a manager's badge. Both were looking at the scene of havoc with very awkward and nervous smiles
"Hey, so, um," the manager said. "Not to sound, y'know, ungrateful for the whole chasing-off-dangerous-hoods thing, 'cause, y'know, love that for our community and all... buuut unless you plan on paying for that window, I'm gonna have to ask you all to leave now, mkay?"
Brooklyn
The assembled heroes had gotten a fair bit of time to get to know each other, but now this meet-and-greet was about to come to an abrupt end. From down both ends of the fractured street, shiny black vans with tinted windows came riding up and parked on either end of the road, three on each side, blocking the heroes, antis and villains on both sides.
At the side of the road nearest to the Murder Drones, there happened to be a black SUV leading two vans. The door swung open, and out stepped a man the drones would find very familiar. His name was Agent William Fowler;
◊ when the trio first landed, they'd been swept up by the military, and he'd been the one to give them their entry interview and sort out the terms of their extended stay on the planet.
"N, V, what are you doing?" he said, exasperated. "Didn't you two get enough to drink from our first oil drop?"
Edited by LizardOfAus on Mar 9th 2024 at 11:06:51 AM
The Light That Blinds
Donnie, Watching You (Noho)
"<And here we are,>" Donnie muttered, grimacing at the sight. "<Are they seriously conducting business when there are renovations going on? If they'd just kept it closed, this could've been a lot easier...>"
Whatever. He had a job to do. "<Don't go in yet,>" he murmured to Jorogumo. "<I want to scope this place out.>" Donnie leapt from the rooftop he'd been perched on and climbed up to the window, peering through it.
Leo, Master Spy (West Village)
While everyone was distracted by Belial's sudden appearance, the vent cover on the wall slightly shook. Once...twice...and then the cover suddenly flipped open.
Leo barely held back a groan as he stuck his head out of the vent, struggling to pull himself loose. "I am never doing that again," he muttered, finally yanking himself free with one hand and grabbing onto the rafters with another. He was the most flexible of his brothers, not to brag, dancing and especially ballet called for a fair amount of flexibility, but the vent had pushed that a fair bit. There were bruises up and down his limbs and his shell ached like there was no tomorrow. I am so not telling them about this ungraceful escapade.
Lifting himself into the rafters, Leo surveyed the restaurant. Lessee, lotta mooks, short woman that's probably Short Sharon, everyone looks pretty riled up—wait, is that the guy from Alphabet City? What's he doing here? Newly curious, Leo snuck along the rafters to listen closer...
Mikey, What The Heck Just Happened (East Village)
Oh. My. Gosh.
From the rooftop of a nearby shoe store, Mikey stared at the furniture store open-mouthed.
The Purple Dragons lay on the ground outside, unmoving, surrounded by shards of glass. The windows were broken—had they been thrown out? Had someone shown up before Mikey and...and done all of this? Why? Were they still in there?
...were any of these people still alive?!
Mikey jumped down from the roof and ran over, barely remembering to hide behind the cars as he went. Once he reached them, he frantically pressed his fingers to their necks, checking for pulses. Pleasebeokaypleasebeokaypleasebeokay...
Raph, Very Lost (Greenwich)
"Ya couldn't have gotten an address out of the guy, Leo?!"
Raph was pacing back and forth on yet another roof, arms folded and a dark look on his face. "An apartment. An apartment! Do you realize how many apartments are in this city?! How'm I supposed to find anything?!"
Leo hated him. Leo hated him and gave him an impossible mission out of spite. That was the only explanation he could think of. It was a good one, too. Explained a lot of things, actually. That, or Leo was an idiot who genuinely hadn't thought his brilliant plan through...actually, no, maybe it was both. Both sounded good.
Raph huffed in frustration, plunking down on the roof and stewing. "Lost on a rooftop because Leo's an idiot. Story of my life over here."
"Kept me waiting, haven’t you? Tch. No matter. Dawdle all you’d like. In the end, your defeat remains inevitable."N and Co., Brooklyn: Oopsie Doodles
Their impromptu oil fountain break was cut short when they saw six black vans roll up, each half blocking the street. In walks Agent Fowler, the Drone's connection to the outside world... as well as the only guy keeping them from being blown up/dissected for parts by either the shadier parts of government, gangs, or corporations. N's glee soon turned to shock and shame as he sees him, "Oh, biscuits!"
V's expression soon turned into a grimace when she saw Fowler while Uzi smacked her hand against her face, "I told them that they should bring a canteen or a bottle. I said it twice."
V raises a counterpoint, "All the ones we had were rusted or had holes in them!"
"You could get those anywhere!"
N sheepishly tapped his fingers as Uzi and V argued. A throat clearing from either the group or Fowler himself would get their attention and the Worker Drone responded, "Lemme guess, you're here for the big turtle thing?"
"I treasure every day with you, darling." "No need to be so sappy, love." "You know that's how she is, Nia." - AU!Pyra, Nia, Mythra
Scream snarled at Cristo, though hearing the voice of the manager managed to snap both host and symbiote out of their amplified anger and allow Andi to control herself once more. Her blank white eyes narrowed as she then scoffed.
"Pathetic. Leave this gang. The next time we see you with them.... we'll eat your brains."
Not even leaving time for a parting comment, Scream threw Cristo at the ceiling before shooting some webbing at him, leaving him stuck and restrained there and free for the authorities to come arrest him.
With that done, Scream slowly turned towards Rivet and Subaru, her expression of anger changing to fear and anxiety, as if thinking they'll turn on her any second now.
" We- We- I can explain. Lets just leave and I'll... explain. Sound hurts my kind a lot, but there's more to this. P-please do not hate me for this."
Scream was in Andi's mind trying to reassure her and fully willing to take responsibility to the two for this, but even then, Andi's mind was filled with fear this was too good to be true, and that'll once more she will end up alone, all just because she couldnt control her goddamn anger issues.
At this point, she wasnt sure why she got her hopes up just for it all to crash down.
Edited by Darkomega245 on Mar 9th 2024 at 11:56:35 AM
Fool From The Depths
Nimona, Brooklyn —> Greenwich
"Well, I wouldn't hurt innocents for fun, of course. Who do you take me for, a bad guy?" Nimona scoffed, crossing her arms. "It's not like I go around maiming random people just to get a kick out of it. For one thing, doing that's not actually very fun at all. It's only fun to beat people up if you-"
However, she was interrupted by the arrival of the black government vans on all sides, and as soon as she saw them, her eyes went wide and her hair stood on end. If there was any organization excluding The Institute that she really wasn't happy to see, it was the US government. She took a deep breath, her muscles tensing.
"...Aaaaand I think that's my cue to leave." she said. "See you around!"
The vans may have appeared to block off all exits, but there was one way out they hadn't accounted for, and that was the sky. She transformed into a pink pigeon, and took off into the air at top speed. It didn't take her long to get out of Brooklyn, and only then did she begin to relax, looking around for somewhere she could lie low while she passed over a large bit of water and into a different section of New York entirely. She didn't spot a hiding place, but what she did spot was a rather conspicuous-looking turtle-man clad in ninja gear sulking on top of a rooftop, and that got her attention. Nothing if not easily distracted, she darted over and landed next to him, transforming into a human and reclining against the edge of the rooftop.
"Hey there! What's got your shell in such a twist? Crazy stupid bigots hunting you down or something?"
Something's Fishy Here...
(Avatar by Coffee)
Subaru — East Village
Subaru looked from Scream, to Rivet, to the manager. With a sigh, she detransformed, returning herself to her civvies, the Revolver Knuckle to extradimensional storage within Mach Caliber and the latter to her jewel form.
"Scream, we need to talk once we're done here," she informed the pair, then turned to the manager. "I will pay for the window," she told him, "and I will take responsibility for my friends here."
The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground
Coco Bandicoot-East Brooklyn-Am I The Only One Wondering What That Poor Pizza Place Cashier Thinks of The Chaos Happening Outside His Front Door? No Way He's Getting Paid Enough to Deal With This.
Unfortunately for the Widower who fired at Coco, they would find that all their poisoned darts were harmlessly deflected off of Coco's tablet as she used it as a shield.
The tablet was totally fine after the fact, of course. You see, Coco enjoyed living an active lifestyle (which is to say, she enjoyed extreme sports, martial arts, and recreationally trekking through some of the most dangerous and remote places on Earth) AND electronics, so if she was going to enjoy both of these things simultaneously, she needed electronics that were built to last. Which is to say, Coco had built herself a nigh-indestructible tablet, useful for accessing the internet AND whacking bad guys. And deflecting poisonous darts, apparently.
Anyways, with that exposition out of the way, we now return to the Arachnos fight still in progress.
As the Widower tried and failed to pepper Coco with darts, Coco would seize the opportunity to slide kick directly under the line of fire towards the Widower. Their slide kick would take Coco right between the Widower's legs, at which point Coco would deliver unto the goon a devastating upperkick to the, ahem, groinal region (she may have been short, sure, but she was a genetically altered super-mutant! Her hits packed a lot of punch!). The momentum of the kick carried her into a flip that put her back on feet right behind the Widower, and she followed that up by a cyclone spinning right into them. Even if the spin wasn't enough to get through the Widower's armor, it'd definitely be enough to send the poor goon flying.
Afterwards, she would give a brief glance over to see how Norma was doing, and geez. Norma was steaming. Literally. As was the asphalt around her. And the Widower she was fighting.
Well, as long as that heat was directed at the Arachnos Goons, it was probably fine, right?
Edited by Dezmo on Feb 19th 2024 at 2:06:29 AM