Ryo Saeba - Dr. Hally's Truthzone - Capitol Hill
On one hand, Ryo didn't really want to hang out with more conspiracy crazies. On the other one,he was pretty sure that nothing could change Rick's mind on this. "Uh, sure. After all, the more's the merrier." The casual way the daughter accepted to go only made the sweeper even more aprehensive. Would they really be okay?
The ride wasn't all bad, all things considered. Sure, the van was bouncier than a kangaroo, but at least he got to spend the travel next to a quite pretty young woman. And to him, hearing conspiracy theories from her was much more enjoyable than from her father. He even send some (no doubt one-sided) flirtations towards her.
The overweight old man was a far less pleasant sight.
Mystery Gang Alley
And now they were in an empty alley in front of a door that supoosedly led to an underground city. Ryo lined up behind the rest of the group. Mickey proposing a small weapon only made the japanese man. He supposed there was no harm in telling the group of his identity, since no authority would believe them anyway. "Thanks, but that won't be necessary. You see, I actually have an underground job under another name. Maybe you've heard of it." It was then that Ryo moved his jacket to reveal the holster containing his magnum. "My other name is City Hunter."
The Japanese Historical and Cultural Society of Emerald City - Cascadia
"Now that is something worth arresting her over," Medusa said softly when she heard the sounds of tapping on glass and harsh tones suddenly change to the cacophony of Tawna being thrown and the battle began.
Medusa nodded at Blake, hanging back up there and simply observing for now.
"Good thinking. Pretty clever there, kid."
2 Spooky 4 U
Ganondorf, Japanese Historical and Cultural Society
The destined moment finally at hand, the heroine gallery and smug spirit could feasibly hear over the commotion of fleeing tourists and rushing clones a eerie burning sound, steady and low, coming from a nearby corner that flowed deeper into the site. Those that noticed the disturbance wouldn't have suffer a case of bated breath however since it's haunted noise would be joined by the image of a man engulfed completely from head to toe with a purplish black inferno. "Behold," his distorted and demonic voice commanded to his audience before dismissing the unholy fire with a dramatic flutter of his cape. "To the start of my eternal legend!"
This new villain, plated with ornate armor, a pair of yellow eyes that seemed to look deep into a person's being, and a clingy shadow that smothered and hid his head from the righteous gaze of good, then made his first attack: he pulled out one of his Desert Eagle's and fired off all seven of it's chambered rounds into the crowd of heroes, taking aim but not focusing fire on any one target. Yeah, it be like that sometimes.
Edited by LightToAll on Feb 4th 2020 at 3:48:23 PM
Lizard Metabolism
Kiryu, Dust Till Dawn
The fight was over before it began - yet, through the sudden intrusion of Adachi, it seemed the conflict would persist for a little longer, at least. Snake seemed to have dodged that, but he didn't dodge his straight - and so was sprawled out by the counter (Kiryu didn't think he'd get launched that far away, huh), lights out. "That's enough." He called out to the police dick simply, somehow still audible through the rhythm of their battle theme.
"There's no need to taze him." He would still go down for pickpocketing, but perhaps they could at least arrange for the belongings to be returned to their rightful owners. "Are you police?" He asked, eyes still on the knocked-out Snake. The man had powers, but that didn't necessarily make him a super - and with a suit like that, he might have been a detective. A fellow Japanese, too. Funny how Emerald City attracted them.
How do lizards fly?
Well with everything going on, it should come as no shock that the random girl examining a sword went unnoticed, between the woman's sudden attack and some strange giant of a man that was interfering with both 2B's and Pod's visual sensors drawing a gun and shooting. 2B did a cartwheel and dodged the first couple of shots, then, as he shifted his aim, Pod flew forward. 2B cast her hand out in front of her.
"Now!"
The top half of Pod split open, and a massive beam shoot out of him, aimed directly for Ganondorf. As Pod fired, 2B jumped, bouncing off of the top of Pod as she launched herself at the giant of a man. As she neared him in midair, a giant greatsword appeared in her hands, which she then swung in a diagonal strike before she landed, aiming for the giant's chest.
"See? Was that so hard? Thank you, kind sir. Don't let me take up any more of your time, you're a busy man, I'm sure."
Ardyn turns away from the club owner, as good of a dismissal as he'll get from the fedora'd man. He motioned to a seat across from him, inviting "Nick" to sit.
"Of course, the more the merrier, as they say."
Tawna (JHCS)
While not understanding a lick of what this mystery woman said, the challenge in her voice was clear...and Tawna barely had time for a "Oh sh-" before being blasted off her feet in spectacular fashion; on her own, she would not have been able to course correct in time, but that's where one of Black Cat's clones came in, catching her and adjusting her flight trajectory so she wouldn't get blasted out the door.
With this save, this gave Tawna a chance to hit the Nitro button hidden on her person; as she reached the apex of height and gravity dictated she start going down, she underwent the transformation from her red dress to her Nitro Suit, the change even going so far as to braid her hair
. Quickly approaching the ground, Tawna stuck the requisite 'hero' landing with her fist hitting the ground, before she straightened back up.
Hearing the gunfire from nearby, Tawna spared a glance towards the perpetrator, but seeing as 2B seemed to have that covered, she faced the woman who had swept her off her feet and gave her a glare. "No more Miss Nice Girl." Seeing that one of the clones of the woman who had rescued her was going in for the attack, Tawna quickly joined in, charging the woman head-on to either strike at her herself, or open her up for a strike from Black Cat.
Proud member of the AGOG community.
Vampire Hunter
Espeon, Outside Japanese Historical and Cultural Society
Backup, Espeon responded to her new sidekick. There are quite a number of heroes in there, and a contact says there will be a robbery tonight.
I would be in there, but you'd probably break everything and escape if I left you alo—
And then chaos erupted. Gunshots were heard inside and people erupted out of the building. Because of the crowd, Espeon could not find a way to get inside, but she was also trying to direct the people to leave as safety as possible, but it did take up her focus... She wasn't paying attention to Stitch because of it.
Edited by GameGuruGG on Feb 4th 2020 at 9:03:47 AM
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Akali just chuckled lightly at the nodding, wondering how this girl managed to do anything if she was this jumpy and nervous often. Though, judging by the fairly observant and critical eye that scanned over her, the girl was likely hiding more than it seemed at first glance. The ninja knew a weapon check and general look over when she saw it, and quietly changed her mental designation for the girl.
Still, there weren't any places on that outfit within quick reach that could conceal something that would threaten her. So the older girl didn't hesitate to step up and take the offered hand with a faintly knowing smile, before beginning to walk along down the quiet street. She glanced aside at the schoolgirl with an amused smirk. "If I tell you, will you tell me what you're really doing here too?"
One Brunch Man
Meeker’s Way 7/11
When Twelfth finally made it to the other side of the heat-shimmering parking lot like world’s most colorful camel making its way home across the Sahara, he offered only a series of thankful pants and a groan of effort to the police officer who was speaking to him before the hero hoisted the formerly-blazing man off gratefully into the professional’s waiting arms, then allowing himself to rest on his singed, partially-missing heels. “I give him over to your most capable care, my good man! But, uh, perhaps go a little easy on him, he seemed a touch delusional. I mean, what is a passionfruit, anyway?” But when the cop made mention of his apparent ability to “summon”, Twelfth kept his lips shut even while his head perked up as if in acknowledgment, reminding himself that the best policy when it came to talking about his powers was to not talk about his powers at all. Lowering his hand to his belt and coming up with two more smoke bombs, he tossed them over his shoulder, seemingly without looking or without care, leaving the pair to explode in the general vicinity of the still-churning slurpee machine and envelop it in the same two shades that it had originally appeared in. “Don’t worry, everything is as it should be!” He said, somewhat emphatically, before scratching his hip, raising the megaphone, and seemingly saying the exact same thing again, angled at the same line of cops that would've heard his messages before. Provided that they heard this one as well, they would find that the slurpee machine will have suddenly vanished just as quickly as it appeared after the smoke cleared itself away, followed by the first cop, the one that had let Twelfth borrow some of his equipment in the first place, getting treated to a minor spectacle of his own when Twelfth made a show of flicking out the wrist of the hand still holding onto the extra-large slurpee cup before leaving the man’s taser in its wake, which would be promptly handed over along with said megaphone.
And then, all of Twelfth's thoughts came to a stand-still once the new cop said those magic words.
Yes.
Yes.
It’s TIME—!
Taking a few steps back as if to consider the question, while really spreading his senses around as he tried to take in the amount of cops who were actually able to pay attention to him at that moment, Twelfth eventually decided that the answer was “enough” and nodded toward the man in front of him before raising his own finger as if to answer. But, instead, with ease born of long hours practicing in front of a mirror, he swept his arms out dramatically to the right while perched steadily one leg, like a bombastic flamingo giving out an over-sized salute. “You say you want to know my name? Why, I am known by many names!” He then bent his torso forward at a harsh angle, making the sweep of his arms even more dynamic as they curved upward. “You could call me the first hero on the front lines!” He unfolded back up to standing before gripping his fists to either side of his body and and cocking his elbows back past his torso symmetrically, while rising his knee high as though delivering a blow against injustice itself. “Or the title of a hero that's second-to-none!” He braced both feet firmly on the ground before shooting one arm straight out in front of him, sweeping it in an arc meant to take in all of the assembled police officers who were present. “You could even say I'm a hero that's anything but third-rate! But at this moment now, you can merely call me…” Prepping himself for the finale, he made sure that there was no one standing directly behind him before swiftly bringing his hands down to his belt, coming up with five combined smoke bombs grasped between them. Throwing them backwards in a strategic formation, they erupted in sequence to form a rolling cloud of multicolored smoke going from left to right in order of red, blue, green, yellow, and then pink. As he did so, he struck a final series of poses, sending a grasping hand up towards the sky before clenching it defiantly and holding it before him, and finally taking to one leg once more as he swept his arms out to either side like a crane taking flight. “Twelfth!”
Was every time he did that kind of a waste of five perfectly good smoke bombs? Maybe. Would it not make the best impression on certain sections of the law-enforcing population? Perhaps. But was it worth it, to promote the message of resolute justice that he had dedicated his life to making a reality in this world?
Absolutely.
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
Fear me
Toph, 7/11
-Toph realizes the voice is not accompanied by a heartbeat and associated vibration in the ground, nor has the cashier turned to face anyone but her. Ambling into an aisle, she waits until the cashier is away to respond.-
I am old, yes. I see you've never met an earthbender before, or you'd know exactly what happens when they age.
Mulling things over while slowly grabbing hold of the hand softly so that she could also instantly break away if things went wrong, Ren looked much like a stray kitten that was cautiously relaxing. One could easily imagine shackles being raised and a sudden burst of forewarning even despite lacking in any such 'kemonomimi' features that a certain crowd was so fond of.
"I'm... here to research the supers honestly. Both heroes and villains." While entirely true, on a technical level it was merely but the tip of the iceberg for her real objective. Sadly there's no way she could really say anything more without having express permission in that regard since being a part of the secret agency meant that one had to keep their lips shut. She would never be disposed of but blabbing things on her own would just result in a torturous dress-up session so that was was something the timetraveler was incredibly at odds with.
Now that they were actually holding hands(!), the nervousness came back manifold since things tended to head in strange directions whenever she was in the vicinity of someone with no Y chromosomes. A long and rich chain of memories flashed through her thoughts like an idyllically winding train, holding many different sections that inspired both positive and negative remembrance.
Idly she wondered if at the end of the day there would coincidentally be another witch and then more contracting would happen. The odds were somewhere at a 50/50 considering her circumstances too so that was akin to flipping a coin (particularly a Susan B. Anthony one at that). Still, she went into this of her own accord and there was a good chance of getting a relevant amount of info even like this so the risk was taken.
Junko Enoshima - Dusk Till Dawn
The fight was over before it even began. How boring. And the newcomer asked if he could join the two like-minded people to talk together. Well, he certainly was smarter than that Lacroix idiot. He could be worth learning more about. So Junko cheerfully introduced herself to the man. "Nice to meetcha, Nick. My name's Junko Enoshima and I'm the sensation model of the moment. Tough I'm not surprised you don't know me, I figure you're not the type to be interested in woman clothing."
The model then pointed to the other, far quieter young woman who did her best to make her herself unnoticed this entire time. "And that wallflower there is my bodyguard Mukuro."
Adachi, DTD Club
Adachi looked at Snake go down, despondent.
"Huh, that's it? How boring..."
Adachi nodded affirmatively to Kiryu's question.
"Guilty as charged. Not like I was trying to keep that a secret."
Godzilla, Outside of JHCS Battle
It seemed the true villain had revealed themselves - it was some strange shadowy figure who had command over the most terrifying of black magic. A gun. Well, uh... ok then. It was unique, if nothing else.
While all the chaos was going on, Godzilla decided to do what she does best - charge the mysterious gun wizard with her sharp claws.
Edited by HilarityEnsues on Feb 5th 2020 at 2:35:05 PM
Anti-Gnosis Weapon
Dusk Til Dawn, VIP Section
"Charmed, Junko, Mukuro," Nick said, taking a seat on the fashionista's other side. Now that he was closer and LaCroix wasn't in the way, the three would be able to see more clearly that his "tie" was actually a much more unusual choice of attire - an upside-down noose. "I admit, I may not be familiar with women's clothing lines, but now that I hear your name, I think I do recall my daughter mentioning you once or twice. I'd say she's a bit younger than you, if I have your age right. Young, and easily impressionable by fashion magazines, ahaha!" He chuckled again, then rested his elbows on the table and steepled his fingers with a smile.
"You know, I'm not the type to eavesdrop, but I happened to overhear your conversation earlier, and I have some good news for you! I've been all over this world over the years, cosmopolitan that I am, and I can say this for certain: there is no place in the world you're likelier to find the extraordinary than Emerald City. Whether the brightest beacon of hope or the most heinous villain, you'll find them here, as long as you have patience enough to sift through all the rabble. Exemplars of both kinds are drawn here like moths to flame by this city's... unique character and status, I would say, and it's only a matter of time before one or the other enters the ranks of legends. This Oz of ours is the world's shining city on a hill, and what greater symbol of achievement is there than for a hero to protect it or for a villain to bring it to heel or ruin?"
"As for myself, I don't discriminate, though I like to keep my own work out of the public eye. In that respect, I would say Sebastian LaCroix is a kindred spirit of sorts, though he deals in the material and I in the abstract. If you ever find yourself in need of any particularly... difficult to acquire official documents, he's a good man to know."
Japanese Historical and Cultural Society
"Tch."
The young lady staring at the katana finally broke her staring contest with the the thing and ducked behind another display case, glanced back at the chaos, then sprinted for a corner turning into an adjoining hallway and out of line of sight. She swept her gaze about the hall to see if there were any hapless civilians, eyes narrowed and calculating, then peeked back around the corner to observe the two battles.
Edited by darksidevoid on Feb 5th 2020 at 4:38:33 AM
GM of AGOG S4: Frontiers RP; Sub-GM of TABA, SOTR, & UUA RPs
"You know, you don't have to hold my hand if you don't want to." Akali said as she watched the way the girl approached and took her hand, puffed up and ready to flee in an instant. Her tone was teasing and amused. "I think you're old enough to know not to run out onto the street when cars are coming."
At Ren's reply, the street-dressed young woman lifted her eyebrows and smirked. "For school? Well, whoever it's for, they mustn't care about being subtle too much. And for what I'm doing? Well-" She slowly, and obviously, reached under her jacket with her free hand; Letting Ren see that she wasn't trying anything. Just as slowly, she pulled out a spray can and rattled it lightly; A grin on her lips as she watched curiously for the girl's reaction. "tagging. But sssshhhh, alright?"
It was technically the truth, just without any context.
Cascadia, JHCS: A Little Less Conversation, A Little More Action
Despite the oppressive headgear, Stitch heard the chaos erupt and saw his chance. Under the cover of the screams and fleeing civilians, the little alien scurried away from Espeon and climbed the side of a building, where the annoying psychic couldn't easily follow. Once there, he vented some of his irritation by tearing Sabrina's tailoring to as many shreds as he could.
That's what you get for trying to cram cute fluffiness in ugly spandex!
With his ears liberated, Stitch could hear voices coming from the roof across the street. More heroes no doubt, though these ones seemed about as lazy as his parole officer. Weren't they supposed to spring into action when trouble appeared?
Eh. No matter! If they wanted to get in his way, he'd just send them on a speedy trip to the pavement. Humans can survive falls like that, right?
With his destination in mind, he just had to find a way to sneak onto the roof without that pesky pink parole person spotting him. Fortunately for the little vandal, cities tended to have a compact layout. While he was no friendly neighborhood web-slinger or metal-armed super trooper, Stitch could manage to leap from one roof and roll onto/claw his way up to another. After a minute of blue koala-dog parkour, Stitch felt like he'd covered enough distance between the target and himself to slide down to the street level, use the cover of night to cross, and climb up a building along the same side as the JHCS. From there, it was a shorter 30 seconds of rooftop stunts and he was rolling to a stop near Black Cat and Medusa.
Since one of the heroes had feline senses, and the other had to at least have some hearing sensitivity to compensate her voluntary blindness, the new arrival would've been caught in their radars well before the little creature leaped onto the roof. It didn't seem threatening; in fact, it barely even looked at them before it walked on all fours over to the skylight to peer inside. Studying the havoc below, the little alien spotted a couple of familiar faces—specifically, a familiar face with white hair and a black blindfold.
"Oooooooooooh!" Stitch smiled. This just got much more interesting. He could wreck things, and get a little payback!
The alien rushed over to the window pane that Black Cat had opened, and for the first time seemed to give the two heroines more than a passing thought. He looked at Medusa and Black Cat, bared his teeth, and growled: a clear sign that he wasn't interested in them, and they should stay out of his way if they knew what was good for them.
That, perhaps more than anything else, would be the clue that this thing wasn't a hero. The heroines would have a few seconds to stop Stitch as he watched the battle below and calculated his trajectory. Should they leave the little alien be, Stitch would curl inside the lip of the skylight, and use his surprisingly powerful legs to launch him into a divebomb strike aimed at 2B.
"...Isn't that sort of against the law concerning property defacement?" Asking hesitantly even as her eyes shifted around nervously while wondering if a police officer would come running up to them with a flashlight and walkie talkie in hand before escalating things like her paranoid imagination was apt to paint, Ren was now rather wondering just what she had gotten herself into.
Then again considering how they were in the more unlawful side of town that was already full of such imagery, it would have been pretty easy to invoke the ire of the gangs that already infested the area by painting a symbol that would cause their recalcitrant aggressiveness to spike considering how territorial they were. That thought in and of itself brought another side of possible repercussions to mind and it brought about anxiety from a totally different direction than her first thought.
Doing a sudden double-take as she spotted a group of heavily armed people that went above and beyond even Washington's open carry laws hustle on out of their transportation and into the nearby alley, the poor girl looked like she was getting ready to have a conniption before taking in a few deep breaths to calm down (and also to get rid of some warzone flashbacks).
Though straining and jittery, there was no avoiding the elephant in the room. "Should... should we go after them...? They have all those guns at this time of night and..." Still, while there was fear in her tone, there was also no small amount of concern as well a steady blaze of the flames of justice that nestled within her bosom.
Lizard Metabolism
Kiryu's Never Broken No Laws
"Right. Good timing then. That punk has his pockets full with other partygoers' belongings." Here Kiryu gestured to the downed Snake. "Can I trust you with him, officer? Just don't taze him again. He's down and for the count." The detective would do his job regardless, but at least he could make sure there would be no further foul play.
How do lizards fly?
Just another guy
From Duck Till Dawn - Gangreen Gang
"Whoa whoa there, you two, easy now!"
And out, came the slick Ace, already moving in to somewhat cover for Snake once it's apparent that tensions are dying down and nobody's out to get to hurting anyone.
"Now I know what you're thinking, stealing is bad and Snake over here needs to reflect on it, I ain't denying that. But no need to put him in cuffs or anything serious like that. Like it or not, the dude over there is my responsibility as his de facto gang leader, so I'll be the one to punish him myself." So says the man who told Snake to find anything catches his fancy in the first place.
He clicked his tongue over at Grubber's direction, who then promptly moved over to where Snake was... before roughly shaking him up upside down, all the valuables now falling off onto the ground.
"So err, could you maaaybe turn a blind eye to this? Just this once?"
7/11 - Gangreen Gang
"Duuuuuh.... Ummm....." Big Billy ponders a bit over their supposed captor's superhero name, trying to think really hard over it even as he gets cuffed up(or rather, bound/chained/etc. up once the cops realized that the big guy has Stock Standard Superstrength as his powerup).
"Oh oh, I know! Izzat the numbah' that comes after ten?"
"WhoCares?WhatSortOfDumbLameSuperheroNameThemselvesAfterANumberAnyway?" replied Arturo in return, not at all salty that they got pwned by a guy in a black jumpsuit and a weird-looking sack for a helmet.
"ButImTellingYa,We'reInnocent!We'reJust,Err,SavingTheStoreGoodsFromBeingBurntToACrisp,Yeah!We'reTotallyPlanningOnReturningEverythingOnceTheFire'sOut,RightBigBilly?"
".... We do?"
Billy's big fat belly got a smack from Arturo's head as the go-to signal to play along.
"I mean, yeah, we do!"
Edited by JustSomeGuy732 on Feb 8th 2020 at 9:39:01 PM
"A post per day keeps the GMs away!"
2 Spooky 4 U
Ganondorf, Japanese Historical and Cultural Society
Holstering his empty piece (of evil) after being done with it's ineffective services, Ganondorf would need to use a more personal touch to claim rightful victory and luckily the stage of battle didn't lack champions lining up to engage the dark lord. The machine fired off a pillar of energy that the King of Evil deftly side-hopped away from, unleashing the accursed greatsword of the Sages from his back as he did so, and caught the diagonal strike with one of his own that surely created a grand sight for any onlookers as the fantastical blades locked together with a spark and a sharp metallic echo, users catching each other's eyes as the machine hanged in mid-air for a second.
However, before the two could follow up the Queen of Monsters came rampaging in from the blindside created by the R010 Laser and got a good slash across Dorf's side which dented and scratched up mainly armor, though it would leave some long wounds on the lightly armored sections. "Know your place!" he warned Godzilla as he retaliated with a backhand that was augmented with the same dark fire she saw him swallowed up by a mere moment ago.
"It is. Why, are you going to turn me in?" Akali replied without a hint of worry, even chuckling lightly as she glanced at the girl for a moment. It was better for the girl to assume she was just a delinquent over what she really was. Though, she could see the girl growing more anxious. "But really, don't worry. It's just for a bit of fun. I'm not in a gang or anything. And there was no one else around."
The ninja slowed to a halt as she saw the group rushing into an alleyway up ahead as they got close to some nearby shops. She glanced down at Ren after a moment with a serious expression. The girl looked like she was still going to fall apart, but the fact she even thought of going after a group of people with guns said that she wasn't just some schoolgirl. Or maybe just a really dumb one. "Go after them? I said I would get you somewhere safe, so unless you're actually a vigilante of some sort and there's a gun in that bag; It's probably not a good idea."
The idea of leaving it alone bit at Akali, but if the girl was genuinely just young and in over her head, she wasn't going to abandon her to go after the people. She'd come back after she got her out and somewhere safe.
"What? Ya don't look anything like City Hunter. He's seven feet tall, got an eyepatch—"
"You're thinking of Urban Stalker," Dr. Hally corrected Mr. Carpenter, "and besides, he's a villain, right? Then again, you don't got the hairstyle of City Hu—"
"That's City Runner," Eileen interjected.
"Oh, right. Figure that guy's one of them anyway. So if you're City Hunter, why would you need a gun if..."
"I think you're thinkin' of Da City Huntsman."
"...I'll be honest, Ryo," Rick said, throwing up his hands, "you don't really ring a bell. But still, I ain't gonna turn down a mask's help here, so as long as you don't go barking at your government slavedriver or something, and you can keep up, I think we can abide. Ain't that right?"
"Ye."
"Whatever."
"Alright! We breach on three!" Dr. Hally and the others fell into a semi-rehearsed breaching position, kind of sloppy but you can tell they wanted to be tacticool here. "One...two...three!"
Then they kicked down the door, and started to pile into the darkness that lay behind the door one by one. It appears that, whatever Ren and Akali wanted to do here, they'd have to act fast before they lost them!
"Uh huh, sir," the nearest police officer immediately responded to Arturo's little defense. Like, I can't really emphasize how quickly he just verbally slam dunked away that idea into the nearest dumpster like he was the late, great Kobe (rip Kobe ;_;) and dismissed every notion of innocence. Truth be told, this court case wasn't going to be any issue to put away considering it was the word of around 20 police officers vs. two disaffected youths. With the fact that officers were trained to not antagonize suspects in mind, it should really make it clear just how little this guy with a black hat on cared.
"Look, you can tell that to the judge on your appointed court date. You have the right to—" blah blah blah, Arturo and Billy have probably been Mirandized more than most people already. With that sort of rote repetition, his speech began to turn into droning noise.
With the smoke still hanging in the air behind Twelfth, there was an audible "oooh" from a man with a camera as he immediately snapped a few good pics of the newly announced hero for the press. The colors he had made were a bit muted in the night, but the ongoing fire to his left provided some sick chiaroscuro action. All in all, a very nice debut photo.
The press always loves a theatrical hero. He'd be famous in no time if he kept this up!
"Well then, Twelfth," the officer said as he extended a meaty hand for him to shake, "glad to have you around. Emerald City needs people like you...and, I just wanna say, passionfruit's a real thing."
In the heated confines of the store, with only the noise of firefighters leading the cashier kid to safety present, the voice was silent for a moment.
"What does that matter? The candle burns a little bit brighter before it dims. You're hiding from that fear you have. You're running out of time."
Another pause. It sounded closer still, yet no other sound was present.
"I'd like to ask a little question: In what way are your teeth like stars?"
"It's... my duty to do so. I'm the world's most half-baked magical g... girl... ever but I'm still one at least. This isn't something too bad compared to what I'm used to." Though her words were oscillating up and down with nervousness, Ren's eyes had a sort of conviction hidden deep beneath the softness that she normally gave off.
Deep breath inhaled and patting her chest a few times, the girl then took out a black bandanna with the styling of a white skull's lower jawbone emblazoned over the dark fabric after slowly disentangling her hand from Akali's. With her spirit animals of Shaggy Rogers and Sobble now rearing its inner nature, Ren slowly took out a couple of accessories on hand that would definitely go against her innocent schoolgirl visage.
Putting on a pair of night vision goggles that masked a bit more of her face from view and tying up her hair so that it was now a loose ponytail, Ren then gave a shaky thumbs up before running after the group in question, taking care to be as quiet as possible. She did look back a few times though to see whether or not the ninja followed as well but ultimately she continued on.
Adachi, DTD Club
"No need to worry about that. I'm not gonna kick him while he's unconscious."
Adachi looked over at Ace, who was asking him to look the other way.
"I'm not interested in making a big deal out of someone committing petty theft. Just get him outta here, will ya? I'm here to relax, not to arrest some pickpockets."
He went back to drinking as though he didn't give the slightest shit about doing his job right now.
Godzilla, JHCS
Zilla roared out in pain as she got a flaming fist to the face. If anything, she didn't have a fight or flight response. Only a fight or fight one. She lived for this sort of battle.
"Finally, an opponent who isn't soft and squishy! This is what I've been waiting for!"
She let out a ray of Atomic breath, sending a beam at her armored foe from her powerful jaws.
Blake - JHCS
Predictably, everything went to hell in the space of a few seconds - thankfully, Black Cat had been running on pure feline tension for the last thirty seconds or so, and sprung into action almost as fast.
The shadow clone that had been lurking above the entrance hall took a running leap from the rafters, reaching out to catch Tawna mid-air, its other hand flinging a ribbon of shadow back the way it had come, wrapping it around the rafters. The end result was, hopefully, that Tawna would find herself and the clone swinging up towards the ceiling instead of out the front door. It was only a matter of seconds before gravity overcame their momentum and cashed in that potential energy cheque to send them arcing back towards the fight.
At the same instant, the clone that had been coiled to pounce nearby did so, leaping out of hiding with a shadow-spear in its hands, striking out low with the shaft to try and sweep the woman's legs.
Out of the corner of its eye, Black Cat got a proper look at the woman standing nearby, and did her best to put the clone between the bystander and the target, even as there was something familiar about her...
Up on the roof, the real Black Cat moved to haul the skylight open for herself and Medusa to join the battle, while more of her clones converged on the armour exhibit. She knew the chances of the mysterious Japanese woman going down that easily were slim, but that didn't matter - every clone she took out made her a little less mysterious.
"Let me bait out some of her moves before you engage." She told Medusa, summoning her own shadowy sword into her hand. "Watch how she deals with my clones, it'll give us some idea how to handle this."