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UndyingPhoenix Since: Feb, 2015 Relationship Status: You cannot grasp the true form
#101: Mar 11th 2015 at 11:20:29 AM

Jacques wanders the streets of Silicon Street, lost in a memory.

2 months earlier...

It was a busy night that night he first decided to become something like a Star. He was still far from being a true one, but it was a start, no matter how small. He had been patrolling the streets as Flame Wing, sans the suit, since he hadn't had it yet. All he had was a mask, and a desire to make wrongs right. He knew crime lurked in the alleys and abandoned warehouses, and that's where he moved about the most, searching for anything suspicious.

But, as luck would have it, he just had to run into another Star, busy with some plan or something. And he had been foolish enough to take on that Star.

He never stood a chance. He had next to no protection from hits, and the other Star easily shrugged off his most powerful spells at the time. He had been lucky enough to put up a smokescreen and escape, bleeding badly from a cut in his torso.

So...this is what being a Star is like...

Present Day

I need to become better. Self training won't get me very far, and there's only so much the suit can do for me. But what to do?

He pondered this problem, weaving unconsciously between the crowds of normals doing their daily business.

Hmm...Why didn't I think of this before?

He quickly perks up, and runs towards Silicon Sheets, a factory that serves as a printing press. He had a favour to call in...

Silicon Sheets, Silicon Street...

"Hey Chris, how's it going?"

Jacques walked into the office of an old friend from his factory working days. A short, thin man with wiry glasses sat behind a desk, his short blond hair neatly trimmed.

"Not so bad, same old, same old. Now, Jac, I know you. Too well maybe, but well enough to know that you're here for a reason."

Jacques stands a bit to the side.

"Always straight to the point, eh Chris? Things never change, do they? But since you asked...I'm here to call in a favour, just something small."

Chris merely sighs, pulling off his glasses to clean them.

"How was I not expecting this? Always calling in this favour or that. Word spreads 'round here, you know? So many favours in the last few months. What are you, one of those superheroes flying around?"

"Haha, no Chris, I just want a few dozen copies of a poster. I need them for something."

The glasses land on the table with a soft clack, as Chris sighs yet again.

"Well, I owe you, and what harm could a few posters do? Fine, you know how the machines work, or have you forgotten in the few months since you've been fired from here? Just go, I have something that I need to finish up."

"Thanks. I remember well enough. Hard to forget when you nearly burnt the place down."

Jacques heads towards the main factory area.

A few hours later in Silicon Street...

After gettting a hammer and some nails, the posters now hung from lightposts all over Silicon Street.

"Well, hopefully it works, even if it's a bit direct..."

He heads back home to prepare for the night ahead...

The posters read.

Searching for a Star willing to train a new and upcoming Star. Meeting to be held at Warehouse 15 from 9:30 PM to 12:00 AM. Subject to personal choice of trainee. All hero Stars welcome, limit of no more than 10 Stars. Flame Wing.

edited 11th Mar '15 11:26:44 AM by UndyingPhoenix

WolfAmongGods poisonpenpal from The Metta Since: Feb, 2015 Relationship Status: Dancing with Captain Jack Harkness
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#102: Mar 11th 2015 at 11:39:07 AM

Outskirts of silicon Street, near the border to Avalon

Ka-BOOM! The tree fell in a cloud of noise and flame. He targeted another tree and blasted it. He sighed.

"Come on, angels can't be that hard to put down..." He blasts another tree and smiled. Then he paused and said, "Why am I even a part of his plan? This is... bad so so bad. I don't know if I can do it. People... could get hurt." He blasts another tree and a boulder, both exploding with a beautiful fireball belching upwards. "And not to mention that this move might make us wildly unpopular. A very heinous crime. They'd hunt us like common criminals and put up wanted posters with our faces on them." He stopped exploding trees for a moment and thought. The whells in his head turned slowly at frst, but then his mind was soon abuzz with possibilities. "They would put up posters... and everyone would know my name. They would be afraid of what I'm capable of." He blasts several trees in a row. "They would be afraid of what we might be capable of." Another tree is sent to the afterlife. Then he smiled a wicked, terrifying smile. "Oh, well, maybe I can actually enjoy what's about to go down...." He was temporarily lost in thought and detonated another large boulder.

He then turned his attetion to the generator he was sitting on. The hell is this thing even? Never seen anything like it. Wonder what it does or how to turn it on... He then sets his attention to the sky, watching for birds to use as target practice.

edited 11th Mar '15 11:39:26 AM by WolfAmongGods

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TenebrousGaze Dark Eye from A Shaded Face Since: Sep, 2013 Relationship Status: Giving love a bad name
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#103: Mar 11th 2015 at 1:22:19 PM

Eidolon continued swooping through the sky and even saw a giant monster in the distance, although there were enough stars there that it was defeated before he even considered helping. As time passed he decided to fly down to street level. He hovered about above the heads of the crowds for a while before he saw a sign on a lamppost.

Searching for a Star willing to train a new and upcoming Star. Meeting to be held at Warehouse 15 from 9:30 PM to 12:00 AM. Subject to personal choice of trainee. All hero Stars welcome, limit of no more than 10 Stars. Flame Wing.

He didn't normally pay attention to random posters but this interested him. He wasn't exactly a veteran but he'd been going for a while now and it was important that all the stars around knew how to properly pursue justice. He continued his patrol but memorised the details and planned to turn up as requested.

edited 11th Mar '15 1:40:03 PM by TenebrousGaze

CATS3688 Since: Jan, 2011
#104: Mar 11th 2015 at 2:10:34 PM

Mattrin turned and began to walk away from the site of the monster battle. Emergency personnel and excited civilians with cell-phone cameras were beginning to pour into the area; the Stars were no longer needed here. It was time to find the next field upon which his valor could be tested.

"Where is your guildhall, Sir Honja? I have thought over your words, and I believe I understand this 'pro wrestling.' 'Tis a tournament of sorts, no? I should be honored to enter!" he said.

Kkutwar The Prince of Foolish Relevations from A Place Beneath both Good & Evil Since: Feb, 2013 Relationship Status: What is this thing you call love?
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#105: Mar 11th 2015 at 5:45:28 PM

The Hollow - Devil's Corner - Samson Cresting

Standing before a bar's entrance, Samson's eyes linger on its name. His eyes narrowed, he looks away and opens the door. Catching his nose at the smell, he looks over the place to see the mingling of the Hollow's inhabitants all enjoying a good drink together. One little smile on his face, Samson heads up to the counter and takes a seat. Whistling in wait, Samson's eyes are drawn to a deathly pale woman approaching him from the counter. With two differently colored eyes and some visible stitches, the unevenly cut black hair grabs his attention.

"-Can you hear me sir? I asked you what you'll be ordering." Shaking his head a bit, Samson quietly laughs a little nervously as he rubs the back of his neck. "Sorry, sorry, I just try to analyze supernaturals. Hollow's a pretty interesting place with its diversity ya?" The woman simply cocking one of her eyebrows, Samson laughs a little more. "One Fang's Delight, I feel like an additional cherry to the mix."

Walking off with the order and a simple "thank you", Samson opens his satchel to look at the job he took. Quickly going over it again, he latches it shut as the woman puts down the red drink before him. Looking at him slightly judging it, Samson hands over a couple coins and speaks casually "Just looking for someone else, thanks for getting me the drink."

Grabbing it and getting out of the seat, Samson looks over the bar and stops upon noticing a lone vampire. Calmly walking over to her, Samson sets his drink down and takes a seat across from her. The redheaded vampire looking up from her Fang's Delight, she questioningly examines Samson. Pushing his own drink towards her, Samson speaks up nicely.

"Hi, I was wondering if you knew anyone who might know a man that hunts animals and infects them. My job is to stop him, and I'm really just better talking with vampires than anyone else."

"The Omniverse is the collection of all possibilities, and all possibilities must eventually come to pass."
kkhohoho (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#106: Mar 11th 2015 at 6:24:15 PM

The Hollow, Devil's Corner; 5 Minutes Ago

Stepping in from Silicone Street and into Devil's Corner was none other than Raymond. After trying (and failing,) to convince a man who now appeared to be a callous brute that innocents do, in fact, matter, Raymond figured it was time to get back to his current case, and perhaps take in some refreshments while he was at it. Fitting his key into the door of a nearby Hooters, he opened it up, with Devils' Corner on the other side. Far larger on the inside than the outside, it was home to beings of all sorts from the Hollow. It also had a wonderful sense of style; the walls were decorated with images of cobwebs across a black surface; the ceiling was painted to resemble a black, cloudy sky, crackling with deathly lightning, and one could almost swear the thunder; and the floor looked as though the fiery maws of hell could heat you whole, with a magical mural of flame swishing underneath the patron's feet. The floor also provided the lighting; no need for any lightbulbs when you already had a floor that had it's own light-source. And to top it off, the spirit of Louis Armstrong himself played his trombone in the back, giving an eternal concert for all to hear. Good ol' Louie; always came over to play on Wednesdays.

Raymond sat down by a nearby table, waiting for ol' Berry to come and ask him for his drink. Maybe he'd see Vanessa too, for old time's sake. However...

Devil's Corner; Now

"Hi, I was wondering if you knew anyone who might know a man that hunts animals and infects them. My job is to stop him, and I'm really just better talking with vampires than anyone else."

This was interesting. For now, Raymond chose to wait and listen. The possibility that the cat he was searching for involved in this particular tale was low indeed. Still...

edited 11th Mar '15 9:01:20 PM by kkhohoho

Taco Since: Jan, 2001
#107: Mar 11th 2015 at 7:45:05 PM

"Uh, well, I got an office, if that's what you mean." Cen said. "I'm glad you're good for this, I was mostly just tryna get that guy off our back." He clapped Mattrin on the back. "Now, what you need to know is that this isn't exactly, like, a tournament, right? It's more like a play with fighting. We have a storyline. While the fighting is real and stuff, we generally plan for a winner and certain moves for the purposes of plot. That still cool for you?"

Kkutwar The Prince of Foolish Relevations from A Place Beneath both Good & Evil Since: Feb, 2013 Relationship Status: What is this thing you call love?
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#108: Mar 11th 2015 at 8:58:56 PM

The Hollow - Devil's Corner - Samson Cresting

Her eyes darting about, the vampire takes the Fang's Delight and takes a sip. "Not a lot of people bother experimenting with animals. The most likely kind of person you're looking for is a vampire whose either desperate or has no qualms with standards. That's quite a rare kind of vampire however. So if you're in no hurry, you should probably put a tracking charm on a little animal and hopes he grabs it. I doubt you have access to anything that belonged to one of these animals, as you would of just had a seeker spell performed instead of asking. I myself am not aware of any such vampire or any that might know him."

Leaning back in his seat, Samson sighs a little while the redhead drinks more. "Well, thanks I suppose. Honestly I like stopping by here anyways, so I wouldn't call this a waste." With that Samson stands up, stretching out his arms and back.

"The Omniverse is the collection of all possibilities, and all possibilities must eventually come to pass."
kkhohoho (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#109: Mar 11th 2015 at 9:24:00 PM

The Hollow, Devil's Corner

'Seeker spell,' hm? Raymond had heard about these before, but had never delved all that much into magic himself; too much time and effort, as far as he was concerned. Still, that reminded him...

"Excuse me, gents," said Raymond, rising straight up from his seat, and strolling over to where Samson was standing. "Allow me to introduce myself; Raymond Reynolds, Private Eye, and unfortunately, I just couldn't stop myself from overhearing your most wonderful conversation. As it so happens, I'm actually searching for a stray animal myself; a rather portly young kitten, with thick orange fur, and about, let's say, a foot and a half high. Much to my client's dismay, I haven't been able to locate the poor thing, but..."

He reached into his right shirt pocket, and pulled out what seemed to be a small chicken bone.

"...but I do have this. Apparently, this 'little' kitten was a rather vicious and gluttonous sort, always searching for whatever morsels it could find; naturally, it was also quite fond of chewing on the bones of its old meals. My client gave me this in hopes that perhaps I could use it to persuade the animal to come flying into my arms when I found her, but I think we might have a different use for it."

Raymond took out another cigarette and rolled it between his fingers. "You may be able to track down an animal to thus track down a vampire. I may be able to provide you a means of doing so. And yes, I know, there is every chance of my client's poor, defenseless — no, no, it's hardly defenseless, the little hellion, but the point is that there's a chance that this vampire could have stolen my client's cat off of the street after it had run away from it's owner, which would explain why I haven't been able to make heads or tails of the cat's whereabouts. Of course, there could be any other sort of explanation, but even if we're wrong, what do we stand to lose? You have the spell, and I have just the means to use that spell. It's all up to you, but personally, I think that a temporary partnership could do the both of us a world of good. What do you say?"

Raymond extended his hand, hoping that the man opposite to him would shake it. If not, he supposed he'd have to search for some other way to find that poor, vicious hairball...

edited 12th Mar '15 10:36:30 AM by kkhohoho

Kkutwar The Prince of Foolish Relevations from A Place Beneath both Good & Evil Since: Feb, 2013 Relationship Status: What is this thing you call love?
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#110: Mar 11th 2015 at 10:13:51 PM

The Hollow - Devil's Corner

Looking at Raymond with curiosity, Samson blinked his eyes a few times as he pondered this man's words. "Well, he's certainly aware of supernatural stuff already... I guess I could work with him, reuniting a child and stopping an evil vampire would certainly be good." Rubbing the back of his neck with his non-gauntleted arm, Samson shakes the man's hand with his gauntlet.

"Alright, I'll just need a moment to perform the seeker ritual. I'll do it outside however, don't want to disturb any of the customers here." With that Samson starts walking towards the entrance he came from, waving for Raymond to follow as he removes his grimoire from his satchel. Stepping to the left of the entrance once he got outside, Samson squats as he turned through the pages. Stopping at one of the first pages, Samson starts removing ingredients from his satchel.

Setting them out into a circle, Samson stands upright and fingers the magic words carefully. "Just put the bone in the center there, and I'll begin chanting magic words. It should float into the air and fly off towards the cat if the spell works."

"The Omniverse is the collection of all possibilities, and all possibilities must eventually come to pass."
CATS3688 Since: Jan, 2011
#111: Mar 11th 2015 at 11:02:07 PM

Mattrin raised an eyebrow at this, not that anyone would be able to see that under his full helm. It was like a play..... but the fighting was real? How could this be? The frivolities of the theater were for powdered dandies and other layabouts. Mattrin had no interest in such foolishness, he longed only for the glory of combat. In Euralia, the two were kept properly separate from each other. Why did foreigners always have to be so strange?

"....Surely, I shall not have to willingly suffer defeat, though?" he asked, after taking a long moment to consider.

Taco Since: Jan, 2001
#112: Mar 11th 2015 at 11:12:22 PM

"Well, the thing is that the good guy loses fights sometimes, right?" Cen held up a hand. "But! The hero loses so that they bounce back later." He smiled. "Basically, the commissioner will say who wins what fights, but what actually happens in the fights is up to you. The writers are pretty good at character arcs, so any fights you do win will probably be to contribute to development."

Starbound2 Since: Jan, 2001
#113: Mar 12th 2015 at 1:41:35 AM

Orie - Maid Café

Boring. Boring boring boring boring boringboringboringboringBORING

"AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!" The abrupt shout startled the other customers. Rising from her seat, the once previously inconspicuous schoolgirl stomped out onto the sidewalk, snack still munched between her lips. The fire in her eyes made her seem determined to do something, but what, it was doubtful anyone other than her knew.

I didn't think it was possible for this city to be so boring, she thought to herself, eyes darting back and forth through the crowd of civilians, robots, kitsune, shrine maidens, yakuza, and salarymen all walking alongside each other to get to wherever it is they wanted to go. At the corner of the street still laid the body of the fallen kaiju, assorted students and other people taking pictures, some even posing alongside for selfies.

Even in this small part of town, there are all sorts of chaotic elements... demons and machines and corporations and gang members all at each other's throats... much more this whole damn place... so why...

Gulping down the last bite of her sweet, the girl washed it down with her cup of tea, finger scrolling through her smart phone, reading all the latest Star news reports, seeing all the hectic going ons.

How come none of it matters at all? This whole city is a powderkeg of people who hate each other, it should be a smoking crater by now!

Her arms flailed about wildly, gesticulating her frustrations, and making sure passerbys kept clear of her. The disguised Vy was anxious, disgusted even. She rewound the clip of the Stars taking down the kaiju.

All this destruction, and it's cleaned up the next day... what does it matter...?

Her eyes caught glimpse of something in the video, and she paused it, looking down at a certain towering knight with the hint of a smile forming on her lips.

Well, I guess I can learn to make my own fun~


Tropica - The Lure

On an ordinary day, the Conductor would be spending his morning doing his ordinary routine - eat breakfast, listen to some Beethoven, then ram his train into the hero tower ineffectually while blowing up any Stars who would dare interfere with his tantrum. Unfortunately for the denizens of Tropica, the fridge in the Conductor's train had all run out of food. He was also not particularly in the mood to cook for himself or raid a grocery store at the moment, so web searching the finest fish and chips in Starline, rave reviews brought him to the Lure.

If it had been night and the establishment had been in full nightclub swing, he might've lightninged the place to the ground. However, his current hunger told him to do otherwise, so the Conductor merely settled for crashing into and sinking several boats by the harbor before landing his train by the sidewalk, up-heaving the concrete as it came to a full stop. Considering his usual bouts of destruction, this was relatively mild.

Taking a seat outdoors (he refused to step inside and, god forbid, MINGLE with these patrons), the Conductor picked up a menu and - refusing to look at the scantily clad men and women ready for fun in the sun at the beach - discretely made his order to the waitress.

"Bring me the fish and chips that the reviewers praise as the finest on the internet! Swiftly, wench; I have not eaten yet and DEMAND SATISFACTION!!!"

UndyingPhoenix Since: Feb, 2015 Relationship Status: You cannot grasp the true form
#114: Mar 12th 2015 at 10:43:13 AM

Jacques Apartment, Silicon Street...

"Hmm...I should go through these books more often."

He set down one of his advanced guides to pyromancy, setting his glasses beside it. He'd been studying the book for the past few months, before stopping for a while. They were extremely straining to read though, and he couldn't help but pinch his forehead as a headache slowly grew.

"Alright, enough reading, time for some physical exercise."

He entered his small study, which doubled as his gym. In the corner, stood an old, beat up mannequin, numerous bulges and nicks tattooed on the torso. He switched the watch on, his hands quickly being covered as the suit spread.

And a 1,2,3,4...

He let out a barrage of blows from his hands and feet, bobbing and weaving to avoid perceived attacks.

Left, right, kick, duck, sweep...

kkhohoho (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#115: Mar 12th 2015 at 10:54:21 AM

The Hollow, Outside Devil's Corner

Raymond strode out of the bar, following Samson until he made his circle. "Fine collection, truly. I'd be interesting in perusing it if we ever had the time. Some of these could go quite well in an omelet, though not all, obviously, but I digress." He placed the bone in the circle, slowly and carefully, and then quickly stepped away as if it could explode at any moment. (Which it, of course, did not.) After a while, the bone just seemed to sit there, as if they were all waiting for an icey glacier to somehow burst into an erupting geyser. "Ahem; if I may say so, I'm not usually one to knock it before you try it, if you understand my meaning, but, this is supposed to do something, corr—"

And indeed, it did do something; without warning, it suddenly soared off into the air and jetted across the sky, doing a few loop-de-loops before falling straight back down, and then stopping right in front of Samson in mid-air. After a few still seconds of silence, it then started to float away, presumably in the direction of the cat who had gnawed on it for the last few months.

"Splendid!", said Raymond, clapping his hands and grinning as if he had just seen the opening prologue of a world-class show. "Truly marvelous! Well, now that we've had our prelude, let's follow along to the first act, shall we?" Raymond bowed, gesturing for Samson to take the lead. It was, after-all, his show.

edited 12th Mar '15 10:54:46 AM by kkhohoho

Kkutwar The Prince of Foolish Relevations from A Place Beneath both Good & Evil Since: Feb, 2013 Relationship Status: What is this thing you call love?
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#116: Mar 12th 2015 at 11:51:23 AM

The Hollow - Outside Devil's Corner

Giving Raymond a weird glance when he mentioned omelet, Samson shakes his head a bit as he proceeds to softly chant the seeker spell. "Through the will of wind, through the skill of gods, hunt this lost owner, and lead us to their keeper." Seeing the ingredients dull, Samson flashes a little smile just before the bone suddenly took to the sky.

Pocketing his grimoire, Samson looks over to Raymond as he begins clapping, feeling slightly uneasy. "Okay... It isn't very complicated if you have the right ingredients. Just be prepared for a vampire to jump us." With that Samson begins to follow after the floating bone.


The Hollow - Sewer

Seeing the bone tinking against a cover for the sewer, Samson calls out to Raymond "Hope you're not too fond of those clothes" as he plies the cover off. Sneezing upon smelling the sewer, Samson climbs down after the bone and sees it slip through "Closed Off" broads. Before he could advance, Samson saw the bone stop moving. "So, the cat's back there... Well, we should definitely be able to find it." "Hey, Raymond, do you know the weaknesses of vampires? I have some items on me for hunting them, so you should probably take some before we make our way past those broads."

"The Omniverse is the collection of all possibilities, and all possibilities must eventually come to pass."
CATS3688 Since: Jan, 2011
#117: Mar 12th 2015 at 12:13:15 PM

"Ah yes, I see..... a defeat followed by a heroic second wind! I must admit, your proposal intrigues me. I shall enter into this 'wrestling' competition and prove my worth!" Mattrin said, his skepticism towards foreign institutions having been overcome by the image of a huge crowd cheering for him as he regained his honor after a devastating loss.

kkhohoho (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#118: Mar 12th 2015 at 1:14:17 PM

The Hollow, Sewers

"Indeed," said Raymond, climbing down the ladder into the sewers. "Although, it pains me to say that I don't have the proper means to defeat a vampire on my person, aside from my wits," he said, pointing at his eyepatch intently before reaching the ground. "And so, I'll gladly take you up on your offer. Do you have any stakes, or garlic perchance?"

edited 12th Mar '15 1:14:27 PM by kkhohoho

Kkutwar The Prince of Foolish Relevations from A Place Beneath both Good & Evil Since: Feb, 2013 Relationship Status: What is this thing you call love?
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#119: Mar 12th 2015 at 3:19:35 PM

The Hollow - Sewers

Turning around to look at Raymond, Samson bursts out laughing and clutches at his chest as he tries to calm down. "Man, why does everyone have that misconception about stakes? No no no, unless you're using holy wood vampires aren't harmed by stakes. Piercing their heart is the problem, as even in undeath that thing is useful. If the vampire you attack is harmed by wood, they're either a different type or a mutation. Just, hahahaha, that's so stupid."

Straightening out his body, Samson speaks more seriously. "Most vampires tend to have heightened senses, so if they're newly turned or aren't used to something it will bother them utterly. However, what you want for killing vampires is silver for its holy aspect and, well, holy water. They'll become softer if you hit them with enough. Anyways, here."

Removing a vial of holy water from his satchel, Samson also removes his silver necklace and hands both over to Raymond. "Don't lose my necklace, gift from my mother and all that. Other then that, you should probably stand back a bit if a vampire shows up." With that said Samson points his left hand at the broads, small licks of grey emanating from it, with him suddenly launching a grey fist. Shattering the broads, Samson walks over the pieces and calmly heading towards where the bone fell.

Peeling his bandage off his neck, Samson starts scraping away at his scab with his right hand. Whistling as if trying to call a dog, Samson stops as he hears a canine-like growl from overhead. Looking up, Samson suddenly dashes backwards as a monstrous dog lunges at where he was. "So, hey Raymond, I think my vampire might of stole your cat if there's this thing."


Silicon Street - Cornelius Hawking

Walking towards the museum displaying the magical mask, Cornelius stops to look at a flyer on the street. For the most part, Cornelius was uninterested... until he saw that it was put up by Flame Wing. "Well well, the flaming chicken realized he isn't heroic. Hmm... It would be nice getting a Star onto my line of thinking. Would have to acquire a new identity, but none of my new suits are ready yet. Though perhaps... Mess with the disguising system a little, and I could pass myself off as a telekinetic. Yes..."

With that, Cornelius tears the poster off and proceeds to walk towards the museum once more like nothing happened.

"The Omniverse is the collection of all possibilities, and all possibilities must eventually come to pass."
tricksterson Never Trust from Behind you with an icepick Since: Apr, 2009 Relationship Status: Above such petty unnecessities
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#120: Mar 12th 2015 at 3:21:02 PM

Tropica The Lure

Typical rude, obnoxious outsider tourist, Zack thought. He was waiting for food himself and indeed The Lure had some of the best.

Aloud he said. "Why don't you leave her alone. She's a 'Miss', not a 'wench'"

Then he recognized the man by his bizaare outfit. This was no ordinary jerk. He prepared to retreat if only for the purpose of changing into his own super powered persona.

edited 13th Mar '15 2:17:20 PM by tricksterson

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WolfAmongGods poisonpenpal from The Metta Since: Feb, 2015 Relationship Status: Dancing with Captain Jack Harkness
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#121: Mar 12th 2015 at 4:42:09 PM

Silicon Street, border between Avalon

Star Fall heaved a weary sigh and jumped off the generator device. He picked it up and carried into the woods and left it in a remote and isolated location. As he walked away from it he thought, It'll be fine just leaving there like that. No one is going to just stumble into it or anyhting. If and when Throttle wants it, he knows where I live. He focused and was lifting into the air. He hovered a moment and wondered where to go and what to do. He carressed his jeweleye and wondered. That musuem is a gold mine, I can't believe they haven't caught me yet. The jewel, the orb and even some samples of stoneflesh. I wonder what they have today... it has been a while. Let's pay the musuem a visit while we wait for the master plan to unfold hm? With that, Star Fall flew towards south Silicon Street.

edited 12th Mar '15 7:23:18 PM by WolfAmongGods

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kkhohoho (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#122: Mar 12th 2015 at 6:08:34 PM

The Hollow, Sewers

"I'd say 'get back', but you already have!" Raymond tore off his eyepatch, revealing his Technicolor eye. A blinding beam of all the colors of the rainbow flashed from Raymond's eye, vaporizing the beast in an instant.

Raymond slowly covered his eye back up with his eye-patch. He stood for a moment, silent as the grave. He then spoke, doing his best not to show any sentiment. "Forgot to mention, but I have actually tussled with a vampire or two in the past. Nasty sort. I never bothered to learn what their weaknesses were, because I never needed to." He then gestured toward the remaining sewer beyond. "Shall we?"

Taco Since: Jan, 2001
#123: Mar 12th 2015 at 8:37:20 PM

"Great!" Cen declared. "You know, I had like a week or two to find a good character to get matched up against, a Heel for my Face, but I've honestly got the better idea for the two of us." He began walking down the street. "Let's get you signed up at the office, then. We'll need a sponsor, too, someone who's willing to throw money at us."

CATS3688 Since: Jan, 2011
#124: Mar 12th 2015 at 8:59:11 PM

"A sponsor?" Mattrin was silent for a moment. He had a considerable fortune back in Albion, but most other wards treated his Euralian gold coins as little more than curiosities, unfortunately. "How shall we find this sponsor? I hope that you have someone suitable in mind. I doubt that the lords of the Royal Court would be willing to endorse a venture in a foreign land," he said, following Cen through the streets.

Kkutwar The Prince of Foolish Relevations from A Place Beneath both Good & Evil Since: Feb, 2013 Relationship Status: What is this thing you call love?
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#125: Mar 12th 2015 at 9:48:50 PM

The Hollow - Sewers

Shocked by Raymond's sudden eye beam, Samson's own eyes dart between him and where the vampire dog died. Turning to actually look at Raymond, Samson takes on a serious stance as he speaks. "Raymond, do not become arrogant. I've seen people getting themselves killed by underestimating the supernatural. So take it from me, you really should understand the people you're going to end up dealing with."

Removing his grimoire from his satchel, Samson opens it up to the fifteenth page before handing it towards Raymond. "Here, this'll give you a general rundown on a vampire's common weaknesses and actions. Details on vampire beastlords would be page thirty, though there's really not a lot there. Won't do us any good if this vampire can withstand your eye beam and I'm the only one fighting him and any other minions he might have."

With that said, Samson looks towards the ceiling where the vampire dog hanged to figure out where it might of come from. Noticing some holes in the structure, with it trailing off to the left, Samson speaks "Alright, let's check the area to the left first. Got my cross and holy water all ready along with that eye of yours? Betting the vampire won't be happy we killed his guard dog."


Silicon Street - Museum - Cornelius Hawking

Having sunk into the ground a while back and deactivated his disguise underground, Repulsor emerged not far from the museum. "Alright, mental check... Mask would be on the second floor, in the wing regarding Star history. It belonged to Ventus Avian, allowing him to levitate. Won't be guarded at all since its considered pretty ordinary... So in all, one simple grab and run."

With his reminder of his mission complete, Repulsor floats up to the second floor and destabilizes the wall. Passing through it with ease and rebonding it behind him, Repulsor began advancing towards the Star Wing History casually as civilians alternatively panic & look at him curiously.

edited 12th Mar '15 9:50:47 PM by Kkutwar

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