"You got me, I am also looking for friends and allies just like you are. It's quite unfortunate that even after all this centuries I have come to learn that true loyalty is not just the most valuable but also the most rare of the treasures. I feel like you are one of those uncommon gems" lefay continued as she drank her soda. The taste was certainly different than the wine she was used to but she was enjoying it.
"All those things are desire are yours now, Tara. If you need money just talk with your assistants and they will provide you with the resources you need that, the head of your father will be yours in time after all it's part of my mission to end waste like him . Speaking of Lobo he seems to be allied with some four armed creature and both are planing to kill an associate of mine, I can feel there are other forces at work in this city besides mere mercenaries but, fear not, if we stand together they don't stand a chance against us."
edited 26th May '14 5:11:55 PM by RPGLegend
Forgiveness is beyond justice, faith is superior than hope, redemption is better than perfection and love is greater than them all.That Afternoon, at City Hall
Wesley Fermin
◊, mayor of Hub City, sat alone in his opulent office. Earlier that day, there had been multiple, serious incidents out on the streets in just one day. All kinds of nasty rumors had spread around the office earlier that day. According to the FBI, criminals from the eastern coast were moving into Hub City. The Daily Bugle and the Times both spoke of serious racial unrest in New York City. And according to Commissioner Isadore O'Toole and his men, the violence that happened in Hub City was directly related to the ongoing situation in New York.
But worst of all, the press had its eyes on the city administration. Every time Fermin read the newspaper, there was a front page article smearing him or O'Toole, or otherwise speaking about the desperate times in Hub City.
Hub City turned in his swivel chair, looking out the window. The skyline that afternoon looked nice enough, and the nearby civic centers shined in the sun. All Mayor Fermin saw was a city with every problem imaginable. The infrastructure was crumbling, the tax base was deteriorating, the unemployment had rose to 34% that year, crime, gangs, and drugs were rampant across the city, the local industries polluted the air and water, and sitting on top of it all was O'Toole's gang of men in blue and black, and Fermin's own impotent administration.
Fermin then grabbed a mirror laying on his desk, and looked deep into it. He was middle-aged, balding, graying, and had a layer of rough stubble on his face and a thin, depressing mustache. He rubbed his stomach. Still had a beer gut, still had ulcers.
Mayor Fermin cursed himself silently, and reached into a special cabinet under his desk, pulling out a bottle of hard and cheap whiskey. Things were finally starting to quiet down at City Hall, so nobody who cared would see him. Fermin looked at the bottle and smiled, admiring the detailed art on the sticker and the golden beverage inside. Then he started drinking.
"@[=g3,8d]&fbb=-q]/hk%fg""Well, if you are able to get rid of my father and are willing to grant me all this wealth and power, then I shall gladly be loyal to you," Tara nodded as she soon finished up her pizza and soda, but then stopped when Morgan mentioned Lobo having an four armed ally. "Four arms?"
"I've never met anyone like that with Lobo, but he sounds like a mutant," Tara admitted to Morgan, but then rethought what she had said. "Well, Lobo called himself a galactic bounty hunter, so the four-armed creature might be an alien ally of his, but that's assuming Lobo actually is an alien."
"He could just be a mutant claiming to be one," Tara concluded to Morgan.
Meanwhile, the two personal servants Morgan assigned to Tara were getting various items Tara needed to have. They were assigned to Tara because they were close to her age, being relatively new hires of who they knew as Lindsey Young. Young thought the two would know best what things Tara may enjoy and like. Despite how eccentric Lindsey Young may have been, the two of them were very happy to work for her... for the two were mutants. While many think that being a mutant means that you have special powers and could easily fight or commit crimes, that was not the case with these two. The mutation that these two had were that one had pink hair and the other had purple hair. However, that difference in hair color was enough to get them treated like crap by baseline human employers. However, mutants treated them like crap as well, seeing them as no better than baseline because of their lack of actual powers. They were treated like mutants by humans and like humans by mutants. Until Ms. Young came along and hired them as servants, neither two would've had much of a future in either the human community or the mutant community of Hub City. No wonder they were willing to be loyal servants of the eccentric Lindsey Young.
Wizard Needs Food BadlyTwo Face pulled up in front of City Hall. He pulled out a cell and made a call.
"Are you in position?"
"Ya boss, we're ready whenever you are."
"Good. Don't be afraid to crack some heads if we call you." He hung up and walked into City hall. He drew some looks from the people inside, but no one tried to stop him as he approached the front desk. The man looked up at Two Face and looked at him, horrified at what he saw.
"We need to speak to the mayor." Two Face said.
"Do....do you have an appointment?" The counter guy stammered.
NO, we don't have an appointment!
"I....I can't...." Two Face took out his coin and flipped it, then slammed his head against the desk.
Where is his office?!
"Third floor, room 310!"
"Thank you." Two Face said as he walked away. When he reached the office, he flipped again, then knocked on the door.
Mayor Fermin almost spat whiskey all over his desk when he heard a knock at the door. He wasn't expecting anybody. Something urgent must have come up. Whoever needed to get in without an appointment must have had some important information to share.
Fermin squirreled back underneath his desk to put the bottle away. As he rose back up, he smacked his head on his desk and grunted in pain. "Yes, come in!" he yelled, sitting back in his chair, alert and wide-eyed.
"@[=g3,8d]&fbb=-q]/hk%fg"Spiral smirked. "More savings for me then," she said. "Well then, I'm off." The secretary then vanished out of existence, and in her place Lobo's bike.
When Spiral was alone, she contacted Lonnie again. "Anything else you want to talk to me about, handsome?" she asked.
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!"Not really.." Lonnie responded, again using a tone of false joy upon hearing Spiral's voice. "Just holding up things on my end. Well... let me know when I'll be needed, won't you? Otherwise, I think I'll- go to sleep" he claimed, though what he really wanted was to go back to crawling the rooftops and alleys of the city as Anarky.
Mayor Fermin slowly shrunk back into his chair. He had seen serious chemical burn victims before. None of them barged into his office, threatening him with a guttural voice.
"Business?" he asked.
Mayor Fermin reached for his bottle of liquor, only to remember he put it away. All he could do now was look at Two-Face in bewilderment.
"O-Okay. I-I'm really sorry about... You know. But I swear on God's green earth that I have nothing to do with it. So if you're here to rob me or threaten me or blackmail me, you have the wrong man! I'm innocent!"
edited 26th May '14 9:18:07 PM by TailsDoll
"@[=g3,8d]&fbb=-q]/hk%fg"Lonnie caught himself almost audibly snorting in disgust. Spiral might be attractive, but there was something about her that really made his skin crawl.
Then he turned off the alien super-computer, walked into his room, got into bed, turned the lights off...
...and a few minutes later, slipped out of the building via a hidden elevator, now wearing his crimson Anarky suit (which made him look as tall as an adult.) If Xanadu's magic was up to snuff, Spiral wouldn't be able to find him even if she wanted to. But, better not clue her in about that; he just wanted to stretch his legs and check out the town. He'd be back before morning.
But what to do? He stopped in a dark alley to collect his thoughts. Hmm, wasn't there a guy holding some people hostage somewhere...?
Silvermane looked out the window of his high rise apartment, in a fresh suit and fresh skin. His helpers had been quick about getting the dents out of his skull, but that might have had something to do with him pulling out a couple of teeth. He hadn't been in a good mood earlier. But now, he was all right. As he puffed the mime freak's alien cigar, which wasn't half bad, if a little weird, he mulled over what he was going to do with the rest of his afternoon. As if just remembering, he looked down at his cell phone, rereading the text message. Maybe it was time to pay this Black Spectre asshole a visit.
My various fanfics.Idiot, we mean real business! We know full well the name of the man who caused this, and it ain't you!
"We'll make this quick, since we are sure you are real busy." He walked up to the desk, standing over the mayor.
Oh, he's real busy. Busy going into a bottle, if the smell's any giveaway.
"Here's the deal. The UN is looking for a city to host their next reunion. We want you to call them up, and do everything in your power to convince these people to host it in Hub City."
Mayor Fermin looked at Two-Face, confused. Was the man talking to himself? Why get the UN involved with Hub City affairs? He didn't dare ask.
"The UN reunion? Oh, I've heard of that, it's going to start a little early this year, thanks to those fools in Europe," he muttered. "I'll contact the UN representatives right away." he squealed. "I'll to have to pull every string, reach across every line, and kiss every single ass on the globe to make this happen, but I've stooped lower."
Fermin opened an expensive laptop on his desk, and shifted some paperwork away from his working area so he could make room for the inevitable avalanche of red tape. He looked back up at Two-Face, still scared out of his mind.
"Is that all?"
"@[=g3,8d]&fbb=-q]/hk%fg"I'm disappointed he caved so quickly. We didn't even get to flip the coin.
"There will be plenty more where he came from. Make sure you don't screw this up."
Or you'll have to answer to us.
"Once you have secured the meet, we want you to make a press conference announcing it, that way we know you did what you were told to. And, of course, you are to present it as your own idea. This meeting never happened. Understood?"
Two Face leaned in close to the mayor. You don't give us orders! we give you the orders, assuming you value your continued existence!
He stood back up. "We'll be in touch again once you've handled this. This may well turn out to be a very profitable relationship."
For us, at least, hahaha! He turned around and left the room, pulling out a cell. "Yes, it's us, everything's been handled, get back to the courthouse." He hung up and left.
A dark figure
◊ touched down on the roof of a building, rotors whirring behind him as they propelled him through the air. There was a good chance that somebody could see him but that didn't bother him. He knew his way around the rooftops and if anyone tried to trouble him he'd set them alight. He would enjoy that, watching the fire spread itself over some idiot vigilante. Although Hub City wasn't exactly overflowing with defenders of justice.
Earlier that day, Garfield Lynns might have been seen walking down some dark alleys near a warehouse. Soon after, somebody might have noticed the absence of some very volatile chemicals, which in the right combinations could create a raging inferno.
Now, Firefly roamed the rooftops. Urges were building within him but he knew he had to choose the right time and place, or his flames would be snuffed out. He knew his was close, but it wasn't quite time. He looked over his flame-thrower, checked that his grenades were all securely in place. He ran towards the edge of the rooftop, rotors moving again, and lifted off. Firefly took flight.
Anarky smiled beneath his hood. He had overheard Two-Face's conversation with the Mayor thanks to a mic he had installed on the latter's office weeks ago. Of course he would have the man under surveillance, though he realized the real power in the city was in the hands of the Mob. But this new development intrigued him: why would a two-bit criminal from Gotham like Two-Face want an UN meeting to be moved to Hub City? Was he planning to go into terrorism? Ohh, definitely interesting...
His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of what he guessed at first was a small helicopter flying nearby- but then he saw it was actually a man in a strange costume. Quickly hiding amid the shadows, he decided to observe what this newcomer was up to.
edited 27th May '14 6:49:51 AM by Sijo
Firefly continued through the air, oblivious to the hooded figure below. He didn't move much further but instead located a particular building and started to hover in place in front of it, leaving a reasonable distance between him and its roof. The building was small, poorly built and had boarded-up windows which suggested that it wasn't being heavily, or perhaps legally, used but he cared about flames, not death.
He flipped a switch on his flame-thrower and held it towards the building before pulling the trigger, causing a long line of flame to jump out of the end and start to spread over the building, the boards of wood over the window being the first thing to set alight.
Silvermane took a long drag from his cigar, giving a sideways glance to the six-armed statuesque standing next to him, eyebrows slightly raised. He let out a plume of smoke that darkened the glass.
"I'm not even gonna bother asking how you got here. Who the hell are ya?"
My various fanfics.-*Hmm. A professional incendiary* Anarky realized. Could be a paid mercenary, or perhaps a pyromaniac. Probably the latter. He needed to be sure... he couldn't allow wanton destruction in "his" city. He had enough with the likes of Lobo and Harm. At least this guy looked more on his league.
"Nice work there with the flames" he said from the rooftop right behind Firefly, even as he dialed 911 with his cell phone behind his back. "But are you doing this because someone paid you, or just fun?" He also prepared himself to dodge in case the response was a blast of fire.
At first, the flying figure spoke without looking back.
"What business is it of yours?"
His voice was deep and rough but there was a hint of happiness in it, a strange twisted version of enjoyment. Firefly swung around, blasting the edges of some more buildings with fire and, if he didn't move, Anarky.
"I'm not the kind of idiot who'll shout his motivations to the heavens!"

A mess was what it was. A god damn mess.
Shop windows smashed in, scorched and melted tarmac, and cars flipped and crumpled all over the intersection. The police had the whole scene cordoned off, with tape that couldn't block the way of a falling leaf, and they were scrambling over the wrecks, taking pictures, wiping their hands over evidence, and trying their best to look like they knew what they were doing. At the edge of it all, there stood a man in a shabby brown coat
◊, resting against a street lamp and savouring his cigarette. A chubby captain with brown hair and a bad must ache stood beside him.
"Didn't get a chance to nab 'em," said the captain. "By the time the boys got here, they'd all flown the coop. I'da got here sooner, but I was w-"
"Working a case," finished the other man. "I know, Barley." What he knew was that Captain Barley probably waited until his favourite show hit commercial before responding to the emergency. But that was neither here nor there. The man wandered over to the tape, and watched the crime scene thoughtfully. "Twice in one day, my god."
"Yeah, I know, Comissh. Never thought the city coulda sunk that low."
The Commissioner turned. "How'd ya mean?"
"Well, y'know. Getting' swamped by greasepaint, super-powered loonies, like Jump City 'r New York. Gonna make the place look like a kiddie carnival."
The Commissioner looked down and clicked his tongue. "Yeah, well." He wandered back to the street lamp. "Best we can do is treat 'em like any other criminal. Get 'em sat on the spot, then see if they listen to reason, or listen to greenbacks. If not, well, then they gotta go. Right down the crapper."
"Hyeah. Good thinking, Commish. I'll put the word out, get the boys hunting. How hard you want us to hit 'em."
"Hard as they can handle. If you can't get to them tied down in a week, I'll consider martial law."
"Sounds great. I'll be seeing you!" Barley went jogging off.
Comissioner O'Toole leaned against the pole lamp, and gave his cigarette another puff. Barley might have been satisfied, but there was still some uncertainty resting on O'Toole's mind. Like Barley said, the city was starting to get like New York or Jump City. Two superhero hotspots, and what were they known for? The Big Bang, and the Joker Riots. Exactly how big a mess should he be preparing for here?
One thing was for certain. If people were going to dress that loudly, and have brawls that got even louder, then you'd bet your ass that they'd be attracting attention. Attention from some very powerful, and very dangerous people...
And a Strange Figure Emerges.