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FergardStratoavis A Fluff Ringer from Bellveins (Troper Knight) Relationship Status: A gay little love melody
A Fluff Ringer
#251: Aug 2nd 2015 at 2:14:05 PM

Conducting The Escape

They were onto her. Curses.

Managing to reach Conductor's train was one thing, but putting it into motion was something else entirely. True, Hetep-heres has picked up the knowledge of handling automobiles, but this machine was... well, it was one-of-a-kind.

"This better be a success..." She muttered to herself as she channeled what power she had recovered over the evening, hoping to if not be able to steer than at least push it into motion, away from her pursuers.

Taco Since: Jan, 2001
#252: Aug 2nd 2015 at 3:06:10 PM

Conducting The Escape

The train thundered into life, juddering along as it churned up more street and struggled to rise.

"She's getting away!" Stanley yelled. "I'll get on it, you guys take my car and meet me there! Key's on the roof, comic's in the passenger seat!" Stanley left his stuff where he said he would and sprinted for the train, gun in one hand, walkie-talkie in the other. He managed to get his feet on the back car just as it started moving along a few inches above the ground, shakily hovering along. Stanley held his gun up, aimed through the car, all the way down the train to the cockpit, and started blasting off at Hetep-Heres.


Superfashion

"Oh of course not." Death Grip replied, calling over a small man with dark, wrinkled skin. He whispered a few things to the older gentleman, then sent him away. "I have a budget every month that goes towards expenses for the Calzaretta family. Guns, bullets, repairs for my armor or my five-fingered buddies. Or, your new costume as an official Calzaretta Hired Hand." He held out his hands. "My man there will get you several copies of that wardrobe in case of an accident. Subscription service, actually, he'll deliver you new ones at the start of every month. Soon as the papers clear with Miz Calzaretta it'll come out of your own Calzaretta stipend, instead of mine."

Sanojutsu King of Lame-Style from Throne Room Since: May, 2012 Relationship Status: Norwegian Wood
King of Lame-Style
#253: Aug 2nd 2015 at 5:37:40 PM

"It would certainly be a start" Said Neheressa then saw the black glass knife. To her it was quaint, but vicious looking. She produced her own shiv and followed after the spider-king. While Neheressa wasn't as fast, she could keep up enough to keep the would-be king in view. This would be excellent, she could lord the curse over him giving her influence over an army again and use them to escape the planet. It was a brilliant plan.

The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.
Starbound2 Since: Jan, 2001
#254: Aug 3rd 2015 at 10:04:58 PM

Joviality: Sanctuary Hospital - Mayor Eileen Burke

High up above the streets near the top floor of Sanctuary Hospital, Eileen laid in bed flipping through the channels, her body wrapped up in bandages. With some jumps in medicine thanks to regenerating and resilient supers, the mayor had mostly covered from her injuries already, but it seemed like she'd be there for at least a night or so...

With Felicity taking care of basic operations while Miss Burke was indisposed, there wasn't much for the leader of the city to do except watch television while she rested up. Though the news made sure the city kept on her mind - the attack on the amusement park, the break in at the museum, the bank robbery, and all sorts of other crimes on the few channels available. Sighing, Eileen flipped the screen off and slumped back into bed. What am I going to do...

"A good choice; there never really is anything on there worth watching..."

The mayor was startled by the voice by the doorway. All bundled up with a large sun hat and a scarf over her face, the visitor was quite obviously trying to keep her appear covered. At the sight of her long golden locks and icy blue eyes though, Eileen could recognize the woman in an instant. Indeed, she was a woman too iconic to be disguised so simply - Charlotte Silverberg, actress and dazzling celebrity of the silver screen.

"Hmm, unless I'm there for an interview, of course!"


Opportunity: Office of Johnathan Drescher, Private Investigator

The sun had long since left the sky when Johnathan's door creaked open, making way for a nervous, trembling woman glancing all about as she stepped inside the detective's office. One arm clutched nervously to her bag as if worried something might spring out of it, and she gave the hallway behind a good long glance before closing up the door behind her. Even in the relative safety of the office, she clung to her purse and with hurried steps, not unlike one would walk away from a stalker without trying to alert them that they knew, she made her way to the desk and sat, still glancing around the shadows of the building.

"I-I know it's a bit late, d-detective, but I n-need help now, and I-I don't know who to turn to..."

Her hands trembled as she gripped her purse straps.


Civility: World History Museum

With the sun long set, the world history museum was closed to visitors for the rest of the night, doors all closed up and lights dimmed to minimum visibility. With the Carters in the living space third floor, the first floor was left completely unoccupied, save for a lone security guard by the monitor systems, sipping tea and reading the newspaper. A quiet uneventful night, he was tapped out by the next guard on duty and headed out the back exit.

But as he turned to lock the door before leaving, shadows loomed behind him in the flickering alleyway light. He knew it too, and knew the kinds of dangerous folk that could be here out in the city. Reaching for the gun in his pocket, a cold sweat ran down his neck before he spun around, pulling the pistol out at the same time.

They all reacted in unison. Slipping along like shadows, two masked figures grabbed his arm and pushed it aside, the guard grunting and sending off a shot ricocheting down the alley. Two more slammed his other arm against the wall before he could try anything else. And the last man, same as all the others, stared blankly at the poor nightshift guard with one eye as he pulled another mask out from his jacket and smothered it against the guard's face.

   dont resist listen to reason become one welcome to a new age the blind shall soon see-   

None of this escaped the eye of the alleyway camera, or the new guardsman. With a panic, he struck the alarm system, alerting the Carters and hopefully the police, before grabbing his own gun and running the quickest route to the door his coworker was assaulted at. However, he didn't finish the rest of the way - the five masked men met him much earlier, the now masked guardsman standing with them. Before the night guard could demand to know what was going on, the assaulted man fired a second shot - right into the chest of the man on duty.

Then, as the man stumbled to the ground, bleeding and in disbelief, the group split apart and dashed down the halls of the museum in pairs. On the cameras, their bizarre costumes could be made out - white masks covering the whole face with no detail, save for a single eye. White featureless jackets, save for an eye on their backs. White gloves with eyes on their palms. But though they were running throughout the museum with impunity, the monitors saw them stop and stare into the screens. They floated up and closer, and closer, until all that were left on the screen was their symbol eye...


Modernity: Ruiz Medical Research Facility

An unexpected complication had occurred. It was 8 PM - the masked eye group had expected the laboratory to have been completely empty for the night. Unfortunately for them and those they met, it wasn't. Now, one researcher lay dead, gaze blank as they laid on the floor with blood from his bullet wound already drying on the tile. Another was trembling in a corner, clutching her shoulder, her body chill and in shock as she tried to stop the bleeding. The two remaining huddled close and quiet, afraid of setting off their captors. Three masked figures with guns guarded them, ready to shoot them if they attempted anything - or once the other two had found the materials they were looking for.

However, one researcher had managed to slip from their notice - Delilah Ruiz, head researcher and close friend of Lloyd Greenfield. A silent alarm was sent out to notify the police that something was going on... and to her friend as well.


Modernity: Grant Technologies Research

The most state of the art facility of the modern age had a state of the art defense system to boot. The masked men had no idea what they were in for, no idea how to prepare for it. Subtlety was out, because they had no counter for security they did not know.

So they went en masse instead.

Vans poured out around the facility's front, and a group no less than twenty people poured out of them in turn. Armed with shotguns and rifles and armored in thick ballistics clothing, they decided to storm the building en masse and full force. It was likely that many of them would die but they didn't care - if even one of them could leave with the tech secured in that building, the rest would be willing to give up their lives in the process.


Equity: Household of Vivian Nathaniels - Vyvaen Nhailu

Vy was not a geneticist. Not much of anything, really. But she knew interesting genetic coding when she saw it, namely because her equipment could find it and isolate it for her. It was kind of amazing, really, how much she could bend technology to be flexible for her. And so with a fair sampling of Pauline's blood, and a little flair of her own, the mad princess played with the data in her devices, danced around with it, stretched and skewed it to see what made it tick and what made it stop ticking, and wrapped up all the results up in a neat little capsule with much more potential than it let on.

She giggled in glee as she held it up between her fingers, shining light through the strange orange fluid inside the orb. But how to test her fun little pill to show Lucia (sorry, Miss Calzaretta) it worked? Vyvaen was quite confident it would work - at least, work well enough - but people always demanded proof of things. Time to find a victim...


Joviality: Café - Bartholomew Forrester

After the rather abrupt alliance between spider man and crazy space lady, Bart quickly hopped onto Addisu's wheelchair without caring about what it might look like.

"Alright; Hollywood, Vegas, New York, take us anywhere but here!"

edited 3rd Aug '15 10:08:35 PM by Starbound2

Tojin Back after a long hiatus from Protectorate SW Headquarters Since: Aug, 2013 Relationship Status: In Lesbians with you
Back after a long hiatus
#255: Aug 3rd 2015 at 10:20:24 PM

"You got it! Hold on tight!" With a squeal of tires, Addisu sped away at a speed rivaling any car towards Civility, hoping to find somewhere that, for once, didn't have any superpowered shenanigans going on.

edited 3rd Aug '15 10:20:36 PM by Tojin

“Not a promise, not an oath, or a malediction or a curse. Inevitable." - Taylor Hebert
KR_Vandal Since: Jun, 2014
#256: Aug 3rd 2015 at 10:51:28 PM

Abe Lincoln Museum, A Bit Away

"I'm not that good a driver, over!"

Jerry heard the distant rumble of the engine firing up again and doubled his pace. Leaping and hurtling through the air at his current speed, he knew he'd never be able to catch it.

But, he did remember the strange tensile strength of his grapple cords. And then, passing under the frame of a water tower, an idea began to take place in his brain. The Gentleman Avenger stopped and set to work, winding the cords of his grapple gun just enough around the struts before tugging back and getting some distance.

He could see the cord visibly tightening in the reel and knew he had to time it just right...

A few minutes later saw him hurtling in the night sky just above the Conductor's engine. You could hear him screaming.

EchoingSilence Since: Jun, 2013
#257: Aug 4th 2015 at 5:35:00 AM

Silas got a call, it was from Miss Mari again, "Uh Boss. You might want to get back here... we got armed men assaulting the building..."

That hit the Cobalt Reaper like a truck, "... Head to the safe room, lock yourself in, and make sure the security guards do their job. I'll be there shortly..."

Silas could feel his heart race, this was bad... very bad. His suit was still armed and had plenty of power, but someone had intended to attack his own business. He needed help.

Needless to say he took off to the skies flying towards Grant Technologies, he fired a flare hoping to attract some attention of other heroes. He could use any help he could get.

ScorpioRat from Houston, Texas Since: Jan, 2013 Relationship Status: Forming Voltron
#258: Aug 4th 2015 at 4:44:07 PM

Civility: World History Museum

The museum alarm may have been silent, but it created a repeated, loud beeping in the apartment above it as simultaneously signaled the police to arrive. Tiger quickly sat up in bed and glared around, looking for the alarm clock that she thought had woken her. Seeing that it was still set to go off at 6 AM, it clearly wasn't he source of the sound.

Her sleep addled brain finally recognized what the beeping meant. The museum had been broken into! She was already standing and grabbing the nearest coat when her father burst into the room.

"Tiger, just stay in here, I'm locking all the doors until the authorities arrive. Don't let anyone into the apartment unless they identify themselves," he said, before going back out into the hallway.

Tiger bit her lip nervously, and then closed her bedroom door and reached under her bed. Oh how she wished she could just stay safely indoors and wait for the police...

But her burning tiger stripe tattoos were a more demanding concern at the moment.

"Stupid curse...." In a flash of golden light, Durga was crouched on her bed and fiddling with the window latch. She hopped down to the fire escape and climbed it down to the street, slipping back into the museum through the back door the thieves had left open. Their foolish mistake would be their downfall, Durga thought as she shadowed them inside. The marks on her skin pulsed, and she faded out of sight, keeping to the dark, unlit areas of the museum.

The strange men in white clothes and masks were splitting into pairs now, and Durga was forced to decide which one to follow.

guyshane Combat mode, engage Since: Jan, 2012 Relationship Status: You can be my wingman any time
Combat mode, engage
#259: Aug 4th 2015 at 8:16:12 PM

Opportunity: John's office.

Johnathan waited a moment and shifted forward in his human form. "Alright, ma'am. Why don't you calm down, take a breath and have a seat. We can talk about what your problem in particular is, with the understanding that neither I, nor any other PI worth his salt will go looking for the Maltese Falcon."

Civility: Subway

The Queen of Diamonds looked back to see one of the heroes almost upon her. Bullshit! She ran faster and gritted her teeth, calculating and on her next step summoned a small pillar of earth which launched her, allowing the thief to land on top of the train.

-dramatic music ensues-
Starbound2 Since: Jan, 2001
#260: Aug 4th 2015 at 8:50:18 PM

Joviality: Sanctuary Hospital - Eileen Burke and Charlotte Silverberg

Eileen sat up in her bed, wide eyed and incredulous at the sudden appearance of her friend. "Cheryl? What are you doing here?"

Charlotte frowned. "Is that anyway to greet a friend? I heard the trouble going on and I rushed over as soon as I could to see if you were alright. Well, the staff tried to tell me you weren't taking visitors, but a few autographs helped sway them right..."

The mayor sighed, and gave her friend a small smile. "Yeah, that sounds like you alright. Anyway, I've been through worse; I'll be out the door before Christmas."

"Good, because I'm not spending Christmas dinner in this drab place!" A good chuckle was shared between the two of them. Then Charlotte looked down at the mayor, smile gone from her face. "You know, I heard your speech on the radio today. 'A return to peace. A return to safety.' It was a lovely thought and all, but... isn't that all it is? You can't really believe that, can you? I mean, you try to have a nice little celebration, then some nutjob swoops in to try and kidnap you for god knows what reason, and there's plenty more of them out on the streets making a mess of your city."

"..." Eileen sat in silence, looking out at the city through her ten story window. Even now...


Civility: World History Museum - Men in Masks

The sound of footsteps rescinded away from Durga as she approached the crossing where the group had split, marked by a guard slowly bleeding out, collapsed on the ground. In his fading vision he spotted the superheroine's glowing tattoos, and in his half-dazed state, hoped she was here to help.

"It was... Ben... Why... h-he wouldn't... w-whatever it takes, stop... them..." He dropped his gun to the ground and slid it over to Durga to take, before his body finally stopped moving.

Then, in two of the three paths the cultists took, the sound of smashing glass could be heard. The robbery had begun. Priceless artifacts shattered to break open the way to others, plunders for the raiders. Only the hall the guardsman and his partner remained oddly silent.


Modernity: Grant Technologies Research - Men in Masks

Any civilian that happened to be in the area of the research facility fled as the place became a warzone, a row of seven or eight uniformed men all simultaneously firing their tommyguns into the building as they advanced up the steps, mowing down any unfortunate security guard who happened to poke their head out in the wrong time. Then the line split down the middle and the second any guard moved out of cover to fire, a group of four throwers lobbed molotov cocktails.

Meanwhile, on Cobalt Reaper's com chatter, a new voice popped in. "Haven't seen a signal flare since the war. What's up, something going on? Need some help?" On the other line was the friendly, familiar voice of Felix Taylor, otherwise known as the Repairman.


Opportunity: Office of Johnathan Drescher - A Trembling and Frightened Woman

"What? N-No, I-"

The woman tried to have a breath but slowly began to hyperventilate. After a second of holding her breath to pace herself, she began, fingers drumming against her purse as she spoke.

"S-Something strange is going on with my husband lately... H-He used to be so close, b-but these past two months he's been disappearing, g-going off into the night, n-not getting back until lord knows when- a-at first I thought he was drinking, b-but he never smelled of alcohol... t-then I thought maybe he was cheating on me, but it's not like he smelled of perfume either... T-Then a few weeks ago, I found this..."

The worried wife glanced about again before unzipping her back, then, hands shaking, she laid out a few objects on Johnathan's desk. A propaganda poster of a man covered in eyes, declaring a new vision for the world. A small booklet emblazoned with that same eye. And a white mask, the lone eye its only feature, staring blankly at both Johnathan and the wife.

"S-Since then, Jack's been growing more distant from me, locking himself in his room, t-talking to himself... s-sometimes, I hear voices talk back... Strange people also s-started coming to the door for him, w-wearing eyed jackets and gloves... then yesterday, when I woke up, he was gone. I-I thought it'd be like the other times, but... h-he hasn't come back. A-According to the poster, s-something special's happening t-today... I-I don't know what it is though, b-but... I-I think Jack's g-gotten into something dangerous..."

EchoingSilence Since: Jun, 2013
#261: Aug 5th 2015 at 5:59:49 AM

Silas sighed in relief, "Felix. Got some trouble, my research facility is under attack and my people are being gunned down, everyone is in danger there. I could use some backup!"

he wasn't too far, the Cobalt Reaper began his descent, "I at least need time to hold off the men and get some of my trained pilots in to the new GT-X series. It should turn the tide!"

Sanojutsu King of Lame-Style from Throne Room Since: May, 2012 Relationship Status: Norwegian Wood
King of Lame-Style
#262: Aug 5th 2015 at 1:38:17 PM

In pursuit Joviality/Civility

"Get back here you craven noisy rats!" Protested Neheressa as Addisu sped away. Feeling herself lagging behind she began to gain ground by leaping after you, helping herself by using the streetlights and trees at either side of the road, bouncing back and forth in a zigzag pattern as she kept in pursuit, taunting them in stride. In order to slow them in midair she flings her shiv at one of the wheels in Addisu's wheelchair.

The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.
wikkit Since: Sep, 2009
#263: Aug 5th 2015 at 10:30:25 PM

"Yeah, yeah, that sounds good...still expensive..."

There was a bit of an awkward pause between the two mafiasos, with Wyatt thoroughly inspecting the assorted pockets of his new suit. After a bit of this, he turned to Death Grip and asked, "So, what next, co-worker?"


In pain and bleeding, his running hardly helped Namacuix's already mediocre condition. The mysterious woman was not only joining in the chase, she was quickly surpassing him. Watching her toss a knife in their direction, he followed suit and tossed the obsidian blade by the tip at the two escapee's backs.

It landed well short of them and broke upon the ground.

Feeling winded already, he slowed down and clutched at his knees, grasping at his side wound. It was bleeding more that he expected.

Tojin Back after a long hiatus from Protectorate SW Headquarters Since: Aug, 2013 Relationship Status: In Lesbians with you
Back after a long hiatus
#264: Aug 6th 2015 at 10:41:44 AM

Addisu's wheelchair slowed considerably as Neheressa's knife managed to puncture a wheel. "ካካ" he muttered, trying to keep up his previous speed with limited success. "Hey Bart, you've got that fancy pistol, right? Might be a good time to use it!"

  • Note: ካካ (kaka) = shit.

edited 6th Aug '15 10:41:59 AM by Tojin

“Not a promise, not an oath, or a malediction or a curse. Inevitable." - Taylor Hebert
guyshane Combat mode, engage Since: Jan, 2012 Relationship Status: You can be my wingman any time
Combat mode, engage
#265: Aug 6th 2015 at 11:13:19 AM

Opprotunity: Office

Johnathan leaned forward and examined the mask briefly before picking up the book. Paging through it to get an idea of what it was saying and therefore hopefully gain a clue to what the hell was going on.

-dramatic music ensues-
ScorpioRat from Houston, Texas Since: Jan, 2013 Relationship Status: Forming Voltron
#266: Aug 6th 2015 at 9:28:05 PM

Civility: World History Museum

Durga came to a halt when she saw the dying man on he tiled floor. He looked vaguely familiar, but she could tell he was a guard here by the uniform. His words confirmed that he had been fatally attacked by the thieves, and her resolve to track them all down hardened.

She was silent as he took his last breath, her desire for revenge battling with her need or justice. After a deep breath, she picked up his gun and unloaded the bullets before tossing it back on the ground. She didn't need a firearm to finish this.

"Rest in peace, brave warrior..." she said to him, stepping out of the shadows. She closed his eyes and dragged his lifeless body into a safe corner, and then turned to the first path. She winced as she heard the crash of glass breaking, and then ran down the first hall with hardened eyes. They would pay for spilling blood.

NitrousThunder Yeeeeah! Uh-huh! Wiz Khalifa Knows What It Is! from the Wild Side Since: Jun, 2012 Relationship Status: If the gov't can read my mind, they know I'm thinking of you
Yeeeeah! Uh-huh! Wiz Khalifa Knows What It Is!
#267: Aug 8th 2015 at 4:16:15 PM

Civility: Subway

Unfortunately for the Queen, that pillar of earth was exactly what Strike-Back needed. He jumped through the nearest door, darted to the other side of the train, and grabbed on to the outside. It was a tight spot to be in, with the brick wall mere inches behind him, but with some effort, he made it up to the top of the train.

Once he was finally up, he was about a car and a half away from the Queen of Diamonds. He had to close that distance and find out what she knew. For some reason, that objective translated into him getting a running start and then going in for an electrified flying kick.

Just pretend I wrote something witty here, okay?
Starbound2 Since: Jan, 2001
#268: Aug 9th 2015 at 12:17:02 AM

Joviality: Sanctuary Hospital - Eileen Burke & Charlotte Silverberg

"...if I don't keep up my spirits, how will the rest of the city?" The mayor sighed heavily, and kept looking out at the city below her. "We've just been through a war. There's so much to worry about. The people need a chance to breathe and just enjoy themselves. That's all."

Charlotte put a hand on Eileen's shoulder. "You're a good girl, but thinking like that isn't gonna stop people from getting hurt, y'know? You gotta fight back too!"

"Can't I do both?" A weary smile from Eileen's lips.

"Well, you're in the hospital, so..."

"...yeah, I know. I'll... I have a lot of things to think about. But I'll think about it. That's all."

"Mmm." Not wholly convinced, Charlotte gave Eileen a hug before picking up her bag. "If you can sneak away from business for a while, let's hang out. And stay safe, alright?"


Civility: World History Museum - Cultists in Masks

Durga caught a pair of cultists in the middle of the act, using pottery and ancient relics to smash open the display cases to rare and exotic exhibits. Particularly... any item rumored to have great power. Magic, curses, enchantments, or whatever else had even the slightest inkling of potential use, the cultists were grabbing. As Durga entered into the hall though, one of them turned to look at her with their eyed mask, and handed all the artifacts over to their partner before drawing out their gun. The partner proceeded to flee and the masked man took out a pistol and proceeded to fire.


Modernity: Grant Technologies Research - Cultists in Masks

"Alright, give me a moment; I'll be there in a bit!"

As Cobalt Reaper began his descent to the armed group, the fighters armed with tommyguns and molotovs all backed away in unison... before the four throwers lit up their bottles and hurled them at the armored hero, and the eight gunners unleashed their bullets. With that as cover fire, eight more men armed with shotguns made a dash for the interior of the building, its glass panes smashed out.


Opportunity: Office of Johnathan Drescher - Frightened Housewife

"The dawning of a new era," the book called it. An explosion of superpowered individuals on public stage, the likes of which haven't been seen since ancient times. The book was the scripture of a new cult, one that sought to embrace the changes in humanity, to evolve and grow and become capable of more as individuals, like the superheroes in the war. And to become capable of great things as a group, for the many could accomplish what the few could not. Some good, like the ancient wonders of the world, and some bad, like the modern horrors of the German genocides.

The tome rambled on about progress and transformation and unity... and of the few powerful who held humanity back, keeping things for themselves. Progress should come to the many, not the few...

Abruptly, the wife slammed the poster down onto Johnathan's desk, backwards this time. Scrawled on its back were a time and location, though no indication of what. "I-I think this is tonight... w-what's going on? D-Do you think my husband will be there?"


Exiting Joviality - Bartholomew Forrester

With pistol in one hand, Bart reached into his jacket before pulling out another. "Oh I got more than just one!"

Taking a brief moment to aim, Bart let out a flurry of bullets at the pursuing alien woman.

EchoingSilence Since: Jun, 2013
#269: Aug 9th 2015 at 1:26:02 PM

Silas brunted it, the suit was built to withstand a lot, bullets from the Thompson Submachine Gun was nothing, fire? He propelled himself using special jets he designed himself at high speeds, the friction was quite hot.

He raised his arms, and started blasting, the Cobalt Reaper was having none of this, these men were in his way and that's all that mattered.

Still, the sustained fire dented the armor, and the fire did not help with the cooling systems, he could last a little bit longer here than if they were using regular machine guns.

Though if these guys didn't die first or help didn't come then in a few minutes the armor would no doubt seize up from the damage and leave him helpless.

edited 14th Aug '15 7:07:08 AM by EchoingSilence

SolusLupus Since: Apr, 2013
#270: Aug 9th 2015 at 8:01:14 PM

Near the Abe Lincoln Museum

"Oh boy..." Hurricane muttered as she dashed through the winds towards the Conducter's train, seeing Gentleman Avenger falling and screaming. "How bout a lift?" She said as she manifested a weak tornado under Avenger to help him reach his intended destination with none too much pain before flying towards the window throwing a right hook and shooting a wind blast through said window at Hetep.

edited 9th Aug '15 8:06:01 PM by SolusLupus

svenorzokarkoff Since: Apr, 2013
#271: Aug 9th 2015 at 10:43:53 PM

Modernity

Stowing the cash in his jacket, Nikolai tipped his cap at the mobster and drove back onto the road.

A few blocks later, he heard the sound of Chaos and weapons fire. Curious and well-charged, he gunned the throttle headin closer to where the Colbalt Reaper was fighting.

FergardStratoavis A Fluff Ringer from Bellveins (Troper Knight) Relationship Status: A gay little love melody
A Fluff Ringer
#272: Aug 10th 2015 at 2:05:54 AM

On The Train

Hetep-heres did little to avoid the gunshots. They were a mere annoyance at best, in most cases.

Today however, her good mood limit was long off. Turning around to face Stanley, remains of her face spared by the volley, twisted into rage.    "I've had enough of your insignificance!"    She sneered before drawing her own pistol and launching a couple of shots herself. Enhanced by dark energy, bullets soared through the air to reach their destination and, upon reaching it, would release way more pain than being hit by such a bullet would give.

Focused on one opponent, she barely had the moment to see Gentleman Adventurer reaching the train car... and no time at all to dodge the wind blast. Hit right in the chest she recoiled dangerously close to the other exit, but managed to stand her ground. Changing aim to incoming Hurricane, Hetep-heres fired remaining two bullets in the chamber in her direction, hoping to shoot her out of the sky.

Taco Since: Jan, 2001
#273: Aug 10th 2015 at 4:25:56 PM

On The Train

"Hoooo shit!" Stanley ducked into the door frame, taking cover against returning fire. He flipped open his comic book, eyeing the Hetep-Heres's gun. He grinned, stood, and whipped around into the doorframe. He knew that gun. While the bullets were enhanced with some kind of crazy magic, Stanley was also fairly certain she hadn't bothered to enhance the clip.

Stanley whipped into the door and took a steady aim, confident. "She's out." He stated, and emptied his clip right back at her.


Superfashion

"Uh, honestly?" Death Grip scratched the back of his head. "I was going to go home and put on a movie or something. I did my work today, I'm pretty beat up, and I'm in the mood to call over a lady or three. Uh, if you need a ride home I can drop you off within a few blocks of there so I don't know where you live..."

KR_Vandal Since: Jun, 2014
#274: Aug 10th 2015 at 10:33:21 PM

Civility, The Train(!)

Jerry was pretty sure this would've been the fall that killed him. Betrayed by gravity, he thought. Who'd've guessed? But thankfully, a gust controlled by Hurricane buoyed his fall and he was able to twist himself into a more controlled falling pattern.

He angled towards the train's roof and aimed his grappling gun at it. With a quick shot, he hooked himself onto the train and pulled himself closer.

With an 'oof' of expelled breath, the Gentleman Avenger landed in in a roll. Getting to his feet, he dusted himself off. "Okay, what now?" Jerry muttered to himself, his Mantle billowing.

An idea hit him. His feet light and quick on the metal roof, he made his way for the engine.

edited 10th Aug '15 10:52:24 PM by KR_Vandal

SolusLupus Since: Apr, 2013
#275: Aug 10th 2015 at 10:49:31 PM

Hetep, Bringing A Gun to a Boxing Match. Or perhaps Hurricane brought a boxing match to a gun.

OH Damnit. Hurricane managed before she got hit with the rounds, dropping like a fly as her control over the winds loosened, and the pain seared through her chest. She did however manage to catch just enough wind to keep her from going splat.


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