Yes, this was... very much something he was used to. There were screams of panic and fear, the sound of broken objects, and chaos itself was the result from the overtly visible display of hooliganism that was happening. All in all, violence was a much more comfortable scenario to the man who was bred to and raised by the very concept. Like a fish returning to water from the turgid and stifling atmosphere that peace had brought.
Body already moving by sheer instinct, the serious-faced young man dashed forward to perform a snap kick that brought with it a curtain of air to redirect flying glass and high speed debris harmlessly away from whatever civilians were still unlucky enough to be within the area such as the kid who stood stock still (and was now laughing after Iowa Jones made a fool of himself by using a weapon he was clearly unqualified to handle).
Shifting his momentum and letting his leg pivot from dancing in the air to concretely holding onto the ground, Cannon Dancer then shifted into a swaying heel spin even as he shot out enough a multitude of palm shadows that pushed precariously swaying exhibits back into their normal stability before throwing himself into the fray to protect the remaining artifacts and such further possible damage like the world's most dedicated goalie all the while his grim-faced countenance remained despite the fact that his body was moving about in a very dynamic and over the top manner as an ironic juxtaposition.
Vampire Hunter
Sabrina, 'Catch The Rainbow' Festival
"Why am I even here?"
Sabrina wondered just how bad the entertainment tastes of Emerald City had gotten since she had been gone if this was supposed to be its big music festival. Maybe she shouldn't have expected something called mumblecore to not be stupid, but it was clear that more people were here to 'catch the rainbow' as it were than listen to music.
While Sabrina didn't mind people getting high of their own accord, she actually thought this was actually going to be a music festival where she could find talented musicians and help give them a leg up into breaking through. As it was though, Sabrina had no real reason to continue being here. She just get some coffee and go... And that's when she saw it. Golden dust which subsumed the nearby coffee stand and the crowd around it who were now having the worst trip possible. Thankfully, Sabrina herself was not close enough to the coffee stand to inhale the golden dust and was backing away from it before the newest act finally made her appearance. Oh dear, it is time for Espeon to make her appearance, but that could drive 'Puff-Puff Patty' to attack and blanket the crowd with spores. Sabrina needed to be a bit... clever here.
"So who's the moron flirting with Puff-Puff the Magic Mushroom?" Sabrina asked Junna and Toph after finally reaching them.
Wizard Needs Food Badly
huzzaaaaaaaah
The Doctor wasn't sure why, but every weekday, he made his way to the Cheesecake Factory and ordered a single piece of fresh strawberry cheesecake.
It had all started almost fifteen years ago. Every day, at 6PM, the Doctor would shoo the last customers out of his store (sometimes giving them discounts if they would just go away), close up shop and begin the not-that-long trek from Fremont to the Cheesecake Factory downtown. Along the way, he'd note the changes taking place all around him. Homogeneous youngsters replacing the less homogeneous youngsters. Buildings getting taller, shinier. Nobody bothered him, thanks to his coat and stare. But every now and then, a vagrant would hold out their hands, and the Doctor would place a few bills on them, no questions asked.
Money wasn't an issue after all: even if the shop weren't a source of income, he still had those briefcases filled with money one of his previous forms had left around in one of the TARDIS' few remaining rooms.
One of his previous forms... yes, during the trek, he'd always get lost in some kind of memory. It was always him, running down a corridor, someone in tow (a young person, most of the time). He always looked different. This evening, he was wearing a white jacket, a scarf and a panama hat, with an umbrella in his hand. He was being chased by something silver. It looked like a man in a costume- they always did- and for some reason, he was afraid of it. He was about to yell out his companion's name when he realized he couldn't recognize them.
His mind began scrolling through a list of faceless names. Adric? Alan? Arnold? He knew there was an A somewhere. Kamelion? Melanie? Ac—
"Doc?"
The voice of the waitress at the Cheesecake Factory brought him out of his foggy memories. (That's how it always happened: he'd get lost in his own mind on the way there, and the person working the front desk would pull him out of his dreams.) The Doctor flashed his usual smile and said a single thing: 'the usual'. He had always been comforted by the sight of the workers at the Cheesecake Factory, for though his mind was slowly forgetting his past, he could effortlessly remember the waiters and waitresses he had met over the past decade. And they seemed to remember him (though the fact he always tipped well certainly helped).
And so, that's how he had found himself at his usual place: sitting near the window, on a table meant for six, staring at a fresh strawberry cheesecake. Eventually, he'd eat it. But for now, he was content with staring at it, parsing through the day's events, through what memories he had forgotten that particular day.
Voices (and a sharp whine) pulled his attention from the cheesecake to the ever-growing line. Now there was a situation he could solve. He raised his fingers and called the nearest waitress. "I have free seats," The Doctor said, tapping his fork against the plate gently. "Feel free to give it to them. I don't mind sharing." He finished, setting down his fork and staring at his cheesecake, just like all the other days before this one.
The crowd of people on the streets near 2B had been staring at her kind of expectantly for a couple of moments, as people dressed like her are rarely the kind to sit back and wait for crime to resolve itself.*
With 2B in pursuit and the chase on, Pod's scan picked up a quick result. The insignia on the back was for an otherwise unnoteworthy transport company, with branches across the nation...but, digging a little deeper revealed that they were solely contracted out to Mercury Biotech Incorporated, located just a short distance into Cascadia. Assuming traffic remained light and nothing bad occurred (it already had), they'd be able to reach there in about 5 minutes.
Her speed brought her close to the rearmost squad of buggy baddies, just in time for Medusa to make her entrance. He crumpled immediately underneath the weight of her, dropping his line and letting it drag across the street like a very expensive can trailing a newlywed's lovemobile. "URKH-blugh!" is the kind of sound he made.
He was alive, but incapacitated. Plenty more where that came from!
Hopefully Medusa was quick to get in, because not soon after that the Bug Gang's cavalry arrived. Two gangly men raced up alongside Tawna's car and menaced with what looked like metal hockey sticks attached to their arms, their inward edges sharpened to a gleaming edge.
The other danger they posed was their blindingly neon-green outfits.
Immediately aiming for the tires of Tawna's car, and perhaps Medusa's head if she had elected to walk, they had some shit eating grins on.
Meanwhile, Hudiemon's initial strike was successful, taking out the two foes who had managed to grab onto the back end of the car and sending them tumbling down the street. Several more were close to her, but they immediately swung out wide to avoid getting hit in the face so easily.
Just as that happened, a fat guy with a get up that most obviously suggested that he was supposed to be a fly jumped off of the roof of the truck, holding a long metal spear like it was a pogo stick and trying to impale our daring do-gooder!
The two stealth-minded, reasonable, not 20-foot tall vigilantes had escaped the notice of the two dreadfully bored thugs standing guard, who were mostly concerned with shooting the shit than looking out and above the roofline in front of them where supers tended to swoop down from.
Inside, Xiubai had already begun congratulating himself on his good fortune. Whatever kind of weird spiritual bullshit this guy was spitting, it made it sound like good, versatile stuff. Experiences that can't be recreated? Sounds to him more like it makes people desperate. That's always a plus.
He did that thing where he offhandedly waved to someone behind him, and a short man immediately retrieved a black briefcase. Placing it in front of Mr. Seed with a bow, he could open it up and find all of the cash he expected. All of it seemed real.
"I am prepared to take you up on your deal right now...but, perhaps we could work out something better between the two of us?"
A second briefcase, just as full as the first one, was brought forth.
"I'm prepared to give you an extra seventy if you'd consider working with us as more...exclusive business partners. As long as you can promise us...promise to God, if that's what you're into, dude...that we'll be the only ones se—"
With only that as warning, the entire ground shook, and the walls of the place briefly shook like a huge earthquake had just hit. Some of the windows next to them cracked and shattered, the wall visibly sagged, and car alarms could be heard blaring off in the distance.
Mr. Chun sighed deeply, and gave the peace sign to the men behind him. That signal? Go deal with it.
One guard had immediately fallen underneath Godzilla's mighty foot, which was a thankfully brief but very messy-looking end. The other, less fortunate, got enough time to squeal out in fright at the giant lady before firing uselessly at her with his gun.
To be brief, the guy got deaded by Warwick in very short order. This place was already way too bloody to be PG-13.
Whatever the case may be, the big automatic door had been torn off by Godzilla with her leap, and the dusty depot with its few remaining crates inside was open to them. From the room in the far back, some twenty men poured out with a mixture of guns, knives, bats and that kind of thing at the ready.
They...well, they were immediately frightened by the blood that was obvious even out here, but when people get scared they tend to start firing wildly at people.
Most of them shot at Godzilla while some ran out towards the back, as even though the door only went up 15 feet and covered the rest of her body, meaning she'd have to duck just to enter, she was much more obvious than the big wolfman who was only barely illuminated out in the darkness.
Now with only the short, wrinkled man next to him, Xiubai gave a truly tired look to Mr. Seed, and extended a hand as the fusillade outside threatened to drown their conversation out.
"You wouldn't believe how often this happens to me, sir. Let's shake and get out of here."
"Boooooker, party of twooooooo?"
Nope, not you. Darn.
Soon enough, though, the waitress walked up to the lot of these not-at-all-conspicuous people in line, and pointed off to the old man sitting by himself.
"Apparently he's expecting you," she said to them. "You can skip the line, if you want."
There were some nervous, or spiteful stares from some of the more normal people waiting as these supers were offered freedom, but that's how life often is here.
Akuma Shogun
Curtis Knox - Cheesecake Factory
Great, the annoying tourists have arrived. Both of these Japanese losers should know that Curtis Knox was a powerful general in the Meiji Restoration. But that secret's best kept in shackles for now. If he told them now, it would be like Curtis saying he saw flying pigs or saying that he saw Prince Albert in the can.
“It's nice to meet you both,” Curtis grumbles as he picked up a menu to avoid looking at their idiot faces. “I'm Curtis Knox.”
Such a dignified gentleman. Offering a table for everyone important around here? He's truly for the people. But the sneers from the lesser folks don't deter Curtis as he doesn't care about their uneducated opinions.
“Waitress, may have a side of bread while I decide upon which burger to enjoy?”
It's a simple request for a low-class worker like her. It shouldn't be too hard to mess up.
As 2B continued her advance on the van, she received a communication from Pod.
Alert-We are 5 minutes from the most probable destination of this vehicle.
"Then we need to just keep it safe until then. I'm moving in."
Acknowledged. This unit is opening a communication with the drivers now to alert them to this.
"I'll need a boost."
Acknowledged
Inside the van, the drivers would hear their radio suddenly come to life.
Attention: This is a communication from Pod 042, please do not panic. We are coming to assist now. In a few moments, you will hear a loud bang from the roof. Please do not be alarmed by this, we will be escorting you the remainder of the way. Proposal: Focus on driving the vehicle, and do not make further attempts to engage enemy units unless your life is at risk.
Meanwhile, 2B summoned her spear to her hand as the van reached a turn, naturally slowing just enough to make it. This was her moment, and she slammed the thing into the ground point first, using it and her own strength to launch herself into the sky and fly forward at even greater speeds. As she did this, Pod flew in front of her, extending his hands. She caught the hands, did a single spin, and then launched herself at the van.
As she did this, she caught sight of the enemy unit launching itself off of the van and at an unidentified individual. Seeing how she was already pretty much passing him anyway, she spun as she flew, aiming a kick directly at his face as she passed. Assuming her maneuver worked as planned, she would finish with a three point landing on top of the van with a loud thunk.
A dogged fellow, aren't we?
Ironhouse Warehouse
It was with some dismay that Blake spotted the cyborg wolfman below, a pit falling into the bottom of her stomach as he growled up at her.
The Howler...
Blake could see her carefully laid plans evaporating before her eyes. She'd seen the videos of this man's rampages. She'd read the police reports. One thing was certain - If she didn't do something, the building below was about to become a charnel house.
Before she could make a new plan, or even a retort, however -
Blake's ears drooped as she turned her head to see the 20-foot lizard woman hurtle towards the warehouse door and the two hapless guards. ... not a charnel house. Make that a crater..
The woman landed, the Howler surged forward, and in the same instant, a plan crystallized in Blake's mind, and she spun and took off at a sprint.
As Xiubai's men streamed out onto the warehouse floor, two dark figures detached themselves from the shadows of dusty shelves and steel roof beams, dropping into low crouches and springing into action, using the sound and fury of the gangsters' opening barrage to cover their advance across the warehouse.
One shadow made a beeline for the Seed family pharmacist, interrupting whatever attempt at escape he was making with a leg-sweep and a knee to the back of the spine.
"Come quietly if you want to get out of this alive." The clone's voice was a hollow, distant whisper as it started trussing the man's arms behind his back with packing twine.
Meanwhile, the second clone quietly opened the door to the manager's office and slipped inside, turning to look at the meeting's remaining masterminds as it engaged the lock behind it. At the same time, a skylight above the dusty office was deftly kicked open, and two more figures dropped down to the floor with feline grace, white masks staring impassively.
Blake wasted no time with banter - there were two ticking monster-shaped clocks closing in outside. With her real body, she sprung forward and swept at Xiubai's legs with a staff made out of solid shadow. Joseph and Jacob got a clone each - both armed with twin tonfa batons, closing in with a flurry of punches and kicks.
Edited by LittleMako on Jul 29th 2019 at 3:55:45 AM
Mean Streets of Downtown - Medusa
With the thug smashing into the ground with a satisfying thonk, Medusa was quick to rip the rollerblades off of his feet. A car pulled up, and someone offered her a lift. Generally speaking, young women were ill-advised to get into a car with strangers, but this seemed like the sort of case that counted as an exception, so she hopped right into the vehicle and closed the door.
"Thanks," she said quickly, then 'looked' the rollerblades over in her hands. They seemed to be... rollerblades. No rockets or demonic curses or anything. Somehow these idiots really were planning on skating around and robbing an armored truck. And now they were skating up again.
Thankfully, their most powerful weapons - their blindingly garish neon green outfits - were rendered completely useless against Medusa's blindness. That just left their pointy hockey sticks to deal with.
"I go right, you go left?" She asked rhetorically to Tawna as she pulled her nail out, gripping the chain tightly with one hand. Then she stuck her hand out of the passenger side window and leisurely threw the thing at the ankles of the approaching Bug Gang Boy, then yanked on it pull his feet out from under him.
Glory to Arachnos
As Warwick finished his R-rated censored kill of the thug, he removed his claws which were impaled on the body of his victim, both of them dripping blood to the ground. He saw as the triads fired upon the large lizard woman....and not him. Good. That means they aren't aware he is here.
Turning around behind him, he saw that the superhero was no longer on the rooftops. Must had went to "save" the leaders of this deal. These monsters in no way deserve to be saved. What good is it for them to be sent on jail, escape a few days later and continue their cycle of inflicting pain and suffering?
The good thing though, is that he didn't lost her smell. Her smell is far much different compared to the scum who lives in this places. Too...pure. Too....clean. If he followed her smell, then he can find the leaders...and gut them before she can arrest them.
Using the cover of the darkness to his advantage, The Howler ran on all fours to the entrance that was ripped apart, using Godzilla as a distraction and the night as cover. He would stop in a dark corner of the warehouse, sniffling the air to find the scent of the hero.
Up.
Looking for a way to reach his targets, he found that the criminals were going to a door in the back to escape, while also noticing a stairwell that led to the top of the building in the same door . Cowards. He will have to gut them to reach his prey.
"MEAT!" He yelled, running in all fours to his destination, ready to cut the criminals who were attempting to escape with his claws and teeth, while also heading to find his main prey.
-Spider Lizard Noises-
Tawna (Downtown) - Pest Control, At Your Service
"Done and done." Whipping out a green beaker, Tawna quickly chucked its contents at the other Bug Boy; upon contact, the poor sap's roller blades quickly became encased in a green goo, leaving him stuck to the street. Winking at the now trapped gang member, Tawna quickly drove off in pursuit of the armored van once again.
"I hope he's able to get out of there, I only really tested that formula on stuff with engines..." Spoke the voice from earlier.
"The police can pry him out if they have to, Coco." Tawna replied, already imagining the Bug Boy's ego rapidly deflating from having to be rescued. Turning her attention to her passenger, Tawna took notice of her nail and chain, and the gears in her head began turning even as she spoke to her. "Think you can hit a moving target or two with that?"
Proud member of the AGOG community.
World History Museum: Don't Be Cruel
The vandal's plan (if you could call it a plan) was going off without a hitch—until a hitch appeared in the form of energy fields, fancy limb flailing, and a pair of powerful hands snatching him by the shoulders and raised him into the air. The alien's large black eyes stared straight into the sharp jaded eyes of Kazuma Kiryu.
The alien didn't know what grumpy black-haired human was saying, but judging by the expression and that unrelenting pressure trying to keep him in place, it was easy to guess. This human was threatening him.
Stupidhead.
Once Kiryu finished his "last chance" warning, the little monster prepared his rebuttal. Perhaps it was an answer the former Yakuza member knew well, and so he might have a moment's notice to shut his eyes as the vandal collected his answer...and spat straight in Kiryu's face.
Thankfully for the human, it seemed this creature wasn't equipped with corrosive saliva. It was just really gross, and wanted an opening.
Not even a second after his "answer," the alien was using its middle limbs to grip the muscleman's arms in an attempt to pry itself free. Maybe Kiryu would try to fight back, or maybe the mobster's experience told him that there were some bastards who simply had more brawn. Whatever he chose, the alien's freedom was all but assured. Once he was free and safely on the ground, the vandal would try to scurry away from the muscleman and aim for new targets.
Reindhardt's plan worked like a charm: the vandal dared not blemish the treasures protected by the Iron Crusader...and chose to rib a bench off its hinges and smash a collection of urns instead!
The alien took no heed of the crying child or his apparent abductor(?!) and instead chose to circle around them in order to keep a safer distance between him and Rocket Boots and Mr. Flaily Limbs.
It wasn't that they were obstacles; it was just that they didn't seem to bother the creature. If anything, forcing them to play clean-up was amusing!
I have a plan.
Ironhouse District Warehouse — Joseph & Jacob
Joseph raised his eyebrows a little at Mr. Chun. Chun didn't appear to be a religious man, offhandedly insulting Joseph's faith. How unexpected, for a man in his line of work.
Still, an unintentional insult wouldn't be enough to deter Joseph from what he needed. As much as he hated dealing with society's money, he needed a lot of the 'almighty' dollar at the moment.
"I can agree with a long term arrangement, Mr. Chu—-"
Then Godzilla made her presence very, very clear.
Ironhouse District Warehouse — Dr. Feeney
Dr. Feeney was carrying a milk crate full of opaque plastic vials when he was quickly subdued by one of Black Cat's shadows. The crate landed on the floor, sending the vials rolling all over the floor. Before Feeney could even realize what happened, some twine was being wrapped around his hands, and a voice spoke to him.
"O-Okay! Okay..." Feeney said, managing to string something together after a few confused and pained grunts.
Feeney's biggest fear was how much his back would hurt the day after. Oh, and being arrested. He'd only narrowly avoided a sentence because he had a major pharmaceutical firm protecting him the last time he sold narcotics to the masses. This was his second strike, and he could only think of how intense the media circus would be while the law corralled him off to jail this time.
Feeney wondered if he'd be better off dead.
Ironhouse District Warehouse — Joseph & Jacob
Jacob withdrew his M1911 from his coat with deft speed, and took two shots, one bullet aimed for each of Black Cat's clones closing in quickly on the Seeds.
Joseph? He just stood there as the carnage began to pour into the backroom. As Black Cat tussled with Chun Xiubai, Joseph extended his arms towards her, closing his eyes. He wasn't making a run for it, he didn't even look worried in the slightest. He took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.
"@[=g3,8d]&fbb=-q]/hk%fg"
Mean Streets of Downtown - Medusa
Medusa YOINKED her chain back and stared dead ahead. Well, pointed her face dead ahead, at least.
"Absolutely," she said, holding her arm out of the window and spinning the nail in her hand like a windmill. "I can hear them plodding down the street from here, their numbers seem to be the only way they can make up for their ineptitude. Just bring us in."
She inclined her head slightly towards Tawna, though still facing forward.
"You know how to handle this thing," she added. "You're no amateur by the sound of it."
Emerald City had turned out to be both a boon and a hindrance to Akali, after the ninja had made her way to the city partially by chance and partially by design. The metropolitan area and large amount of supers meant that she was hiding out in one of the safest areas she could from her family, who she was sure would even think twice before attempt to worm their way into the Super city of the US. Not that they wouldn't if they found out she was there, but it would give her time to disappear once again. But on the other hand, the amount of oversight, heroes and bureaucracy involved in heroism meant that being a vigilante was a less comfortable affair. Not that she wasn't used to roughing it.
What it did have, though, was some pretty sweet music festivals. When she'd seen the flier for the 'Catch the Rainbow' one she'd been immediately interested, the roster filled with artists she'd never heard of. New inspiration and things to learn could come from anywhere, so she'd gotten herself a ticket and planned to spend the entire time enjoying herself. She had definitely had been, right up until someone had decided to crash it. The mushroom woman was dousing the crowd in some sort of hallucinogenic, which was a situation that could turn deadly very quickly. But with her in the air, the only options the ninja had was her kunai. She could get a good shot on the woman, but the fall would likely be lethal. And ran the risk of her injuring someone below.
Still, she had to keep the option open. The woman, dressed in her usual cap, dragon-back jacket and tight dark pants, smoothly and easily wound her way through the crowded area as quickly as possible; Tracking out a spot she could attack from and then disappear if needed. She imagined there would be at least one super or vigilante about in the crowd besides herself.
One Brunch Man
Washington State World History Museum
In the midst of the swirling broken glass and the cacophony of wayward screams, one man stood alone—specifically, in the middle of the crowd of people somewhat understandably swarming for the exit, parting around the man like a stream sliding around a rock. Was it because this person was taking a stand against the rising tide of injustice, providing a breaker against the waves of chaos which would threaten the museum’s security? Was it because every echo knocking off of each nook and cranny within the room was even now giving him an increasingly complete picture of the large space, each stray sound giving him yet another thread in the tapestry he was constructing to map out those that would wish this city ill? Or was it because the Iron Crusader himself was standing right there and oh jeez oh jeez was he looking this way, could he see—
Hirasaka Yomotsu, also known as Twelfth, began to feel the slightest bit self-conscious in his chosen wardrobe. It had been meant to blend in with the tourists and locals that would go to a city-centric event like this, without giving away his position as an undercover agent of the superhero community, lurking just out of sight. He was so undercover, in fact, that none of the people running the event knew what he was there to do, nor did anybody else, for that matter. Some would be insulted or disheartened that they didn’t get invited to work alongside the city’s superhero elite; Twelfth just saw it as an opportunity to prove himself. And he would, even if he had to do it as Hirasaka Yomotsu, and especially if he had to do it while wearing a white T-shirt with “I <3 Emerald City” on it— just as long as he had the Diary of Justice secured tightly in that shirt’s pocket. He reached up to habitually touch it even now, his other hand adjusting the brim of the baseball cap riding low over his eye-concealing sunglasses while contemplating how the threat they faced hadn’t bothered to blend into the crowd at all.
Though it was strange to admit, considering what he’d grown up on and what fueled the bulk of his superhero identity, Twelfth had never faced a monster before. All of his experience on the mean streets of Sakurami had consisted mostly of people breaking into, making off with, or simply being around places or things that they probably shouldn’t, with a handful of disasters sprinkled in for good measure. Appropriately enough, the beast appeared to be a disaster on two—four—six?—legs, with no goal seemingly more complicated than reducing everything in the room to tinier versions of itself. I may not know how to fight a monster, Hirasaka thought to himself, fingers closing gently over the Diary of Justice’s heft, but I can think of a few ways to catch a dog. We’ll start there—
Hirasaka managed to take one entire step forward, before he became aware of a situation developing. Iowa Jones, a well-known explorer who had apparently made all of this possible in the first place, was in the middle of making a complete fool of himself on probably a dozen different streams simultaenously. Justice could at times be swift, and brutal, and even careless; but in this particular instance, Hirasaka felt he couldn’t just let it leave someone behind. “I see, I see!” He would say, letting go of the Diary to bring his hands together in a series of awkward but enthusiastic claps geared towards Iowa’s direction. “The whole time, you were luring the creature into a false sense of complacency so that the others could catch it—marvelously done! Bravo, I say, bravo!” Moving up to the man in question, he would attempt to help the man up if he’d fallen, or merely make to reassuringly pat his shoulder if he hadn’t, somewhat unnervingly never actually looking him in the eyes the whole time—his sunglasses-shrouded vision straying somewhere over Iowa’s shoulder, almost as if he were trying to keep an ear focused on both the man and the fight simultaneously. “Cheer up, friend—kids today, their attention spans won’t let them remember this past the next sunrise! Soon enough, this’ll be a silly story you'll tell your grandkids.” Hirasaka’s hand would then abruptly tense on the man’s shoulder, however, as the creature broke free and began to lay waste to a whole new slew of priceless artifacts. His chin jerked downward, as though he were just now noticing the whip clutched in the man’s hand, before giving the man’s shoulder a different, more imploring flavor of pat. “But I’m afraid I will have to ask a favor of you, my friend—do you think I could borrow that, just for a short while?" He gestured to the weapon in the man’s hand, and then—looking this way and that, purely for the explorer’s benefit—he leaned in, his voice lowered to a hushed whisper. “I assure you,” he said with a firm nod, “it is to serve the cause of justice.”
Edited by Uncandescent on Jul 30th 2019 at 3:58:08 PM
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
Lizard Metabolism
Kiryu - Hindsight is 20/20
He might have known the negotiations, brief as they were, wouldn't work out, even once the security started mobilizing and the archaeologist made a fool of himself. Some outrageously dressed youth grabbed the lone child standing in the midst of chaos; Kiryu could only be thankful for that. Unfortunately, the little alien proved unexpectedly strong. The spit was nothing new - it was kind of refreshing, reminding himself of countless punks in Kamurocho who would pick a fight with him for the pettiest of reasons - but the super strength definitely was.
Hissing in discomfort, Kiryu stepped back, rolling his arms to weather out the stinging pain. "Appreciated!" He called out to Doppio making off with a kid before turning his stern-faced glare towards the extraterrestrial vandal. "Now, I was hoping we can settle this like a man to an alien, but you don't seem very interested in small talk." The Dragon was nothing if not stubborn. This might not have been a usual adversary, but that just meant he had to adjust how he approached him.
The alien wasn't taking them very seriously, but prolonged pressure would likely turn its attention from aimless destruction to them. They had to hit it hard and knock it out before it got serious. "We need to box it in!" He called out to the security (and the guy in sunglasses currently taking the whip from the embarrassed explorer).
How do lizards fly?
As Doppio grabbed the laughing kid and got him clear, a clearly histeric woman ran up to him.
"Oh my god, thank you, thank you!" She sobbed as she reached over and grabbed the kid out of his arms.
"Mommy, this is so much fun! I wanna go again! Make the silly man hit himself again!"
She just hugged the kid in response.
Meanwhile, Iwoa chuckled a little. "Oh, er, yep. Totally. All part of the show, you know?"
He handed his whip to the man who had come to his aid, leaning to whisper in his ear as he did.
"Hey, thanks for the assist, I'll make it worth your while later, alright?"
Toa of Anarchy
"Uhh....D-Dexter. Dexter Dou-" Just then, Dexter is cut off by the man behind the strange mutton-chopped gentleman. Either this curious Japanese fellow randomly decided to join the conversation, or he's just talking to that weird little toy he's tinkering with like some sort of cook. Whatever the case, Dexter finds himself rapidly subsumed by his own awkward anxiety once again.
Suddenly, up comes a nearby waitress, extending an invitation to seats. Dexter is confused once again? A table, for him? But who could possibly be expecting him? Or perhaps they're expecting his other side... But hurry, young Dexter. You're already getting some spiteful looks from everybody else in the line. Societal convention is judging you, but the offer of quicker food is too tantalising to resist. So off you go, following the scar-faced stranger, pulling up the lapels of your jacket like a turtle retreating into a shell from the glares of irate customers.
Hearing Mister Knox request a side of bread, Dexter decides to chime in as well. "And some crispy crab bites for me, please," he says with a nervous smile, as he takes his seat at a table of total strangers. An inauspicious start to a late dinner indeed.
Sento Kiryu - Cheesecake Factory
The sound of the phone hitting the ground and sliding over to his feet managed to actually pry Sento's eyes away from his new 'toy', bending down and picking it to hand back to the young woman that had dropped it. Accidents always happened, so it was important to try and help someone when they did.
"Here you go, hope the fall didn't damage your phone."
Of course after handing the phone back to Nyarko is when the waitress said that there was a gentleman offering up some free seats. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Sento graciously accepted the free seat that let him get out of the line quickly, blatantly ignoring/oblivious to the angry stares the back of his head would likely be getting.
Sitting down with the others, Sento decided to place his own order as well so that he wouldn't have to wait for the waitress to come back.
"Oh, fried zucchini for me please! I'm kinda curious how it tastes."
Dreams of Revenge
Museum Chaos — Doppio
"You're welcome!" Doppio called back to Kiryu without looking back. He spent a frantic moment trying to search for a safe spot to put the kid out of harm's way when his mum made a welcome appearance.
"No problem ma'am, I was just doing my job," said Doppio, finding himself smiling despite the situation. However, the sound of the fracas behind him beckoned the young stand user to return to the fray.
Kiryu's instruction to box in 626 was met with a "Okay!" as Doppio tried to jockey for a good position. Just as he did so, he let his bangs fall over his eyes, trusting in Epitaph to tell him which way to leap in order to try to catch or dodge any impromptu projectiles flung by the alien. If anyone was watching the young man, they might have noticed a pair of silver pauldrons appeared on Doppio's shoulders and a similarly coloured pair of "gloves" on his hands.
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Reinhardt - World History Museum
And thus, the displays were safe behind him, the alien having apparently given up on them... and had instead started to break out the urns around it with the couch.
Well, that won't do.
Saluting Doppio who'd taken care of the child with his other hand(via dropping his hammer briefly to do so before gripping it again), the order to box the alien in by the former Yakuza did not go unnoticed as Reinhardt stood in attention.
"Affirmative! Your reign of terror ends here, koala!" The Crusader boomed, moving closer to the wall with his barrier still active before marching towards the museum vandalizer from the edge(while also keeping any artifact and remaining people behind him safe from harm), leaving it to the others to flank 626 from the other side.
Worse comes to worst, he still has his hammer to try and bonk him with.
"A post per day keeps the GMs away!"
Tawna (Downtown) - Get Ready to Shock the World
"You're a good shot with that nail yourself, miss." Tawna replied to Medusa's compliment, happy to give one of her own to her partner in (stopping) crime. "Now let's put both to use for some bug zapping." While this might have sounded like just an expression, as Tawna closed in on the van and its unwanted pests, her finger hovered over one of the buttons on the console, before tapping it and bringing up a targeting array.
"Tawna..." The voice in her ear spoke with a clear tone of unease.
"Relax, Coco, I'm only having it ready just in case." As to what she was having ready, the small monitor on the panel near the buttons displayed a blue orb pulsing with electricity. While it was doubtful she'd need to deploy it, given she had her new friend ready to start swinging as they got in range, it didn't hurt to be prepared.
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World History Museum: Wise Men Say: "Only Fools Rush In"
So the Stupidhead was barking at the rest of the clean-up crew now. What he was saying didn't matter; the alien didn't need to listen when he could just look around to see the others were trying to surround him. Cautiously taking four points at a safe distance for now, to gradually close in and try to capture him with their combined muscle. The alien calculated the odds, and came to an enlightening conclusion:
He'd have a lot more fun just breaking stuff.
So the little vandal seized its improvised club/damaged piece of furniture and chose a target: Pinky Belly Button. Effortlessly tossing the bench in the air and catching it in the middle of the seat, the alien raised the wood and metal contraption over his head and shared one of the few scraps of English it knew:
"Bye-bye!"
With little effort, the vandal hurled the bench at Doppio. Its width would serve as a sweeping arm intended to knock the Stand User off his feet, rather than deal any permanent damage. Assuming the strange human would either jump out of the way or get tossed to the ground by the bench, the alien would already be rushing towards Doppio to break the cage the others were trying to create.
...of course, that assumption might prove costly if Doppio somehow caught the bench, or one of the others seized a moment to charge in while the alien made his escape.
Anti-Gnosis Weapon
The Cheesecake Factory
As Nyaruko wordlessly accepted her phone back from the dashing hero of a man, still in awe, the side of her fingers brushed against his. They were so warm...
The world was suddenly awash in pink hues, and translucent bubbles began floating at the edge of her vision.
"Now, my dear," he declared, grabbing her by the shoulders, "having felt the velvet texture of your hand, I must know whether your lips match its heavenly softness!"
"A-Ah!♥" she keened, eyes aflutter, "You're moving so fast! We've only just met! I don't even know your name!"
"Shhhhh..." He pressed a single, perfect finger to her lips. "One doesn't need to know a name to know..." his words took on an echoing reverb, "True Love!"
He leaned in for a kiss, and so did she as she shut her eyes and tilted her head up to meet him...
"Oh noooo!♥" she swooned, clutching her burning face in her hands, eyes half-lidded and unseeing as a trickle of drool trailed out of her mouth, "Now that you've touched me so passionately, I can never be with another man! We'll have to get married, and I'll quit my job, and we'll move in together, and then I'll get p-"
He wasn't even there anymore. "...Ah. Wait, My Darling~!♥" She dashed over to the table the rest of the group had moved to, sliding in beside the object of her affection and latching onto his arm, smushing up against his side as she trapped him between herself and the nearest other patron.
"Linda's Fudge Cake!" she declared proudly when the waitress got to her, then immediately returned her attention to the man with the crossbow toy, barely even registering the other people present. "Sooooo, what's your name, Mr. Handsome?" she prodded insistently, "Mine's Ṇ̵̠̱̪͘͝y̕҉͕̜̺̫̝̗̫̜á̬͕͖͎͞r͓l̵̵̫̦̺̥͚̻ͅa̸̸̳͇̤̰͖̘̲t̸̞͈͈h̬̭̺̳̱͢o̷̵͖͍͈̩̙ţ̧͉̠͇̕e͍̩͎͔̬̖̺p̻̟͍̘̦̯͖͡-" The syllables of that name were unintelligible to the human ear: heard, but incomprehensible. A Time Lord, on the other hand, might very well have no problem. "-but I know that's a little long, so just call me Nyaruko!"
Edited by darksidevoid on Jul 30th 2019 at 5:15:24 AM
GM of AGOG S4: Frontiers RP; Sub-GM of TABA, SOTR, & UUA RPs
Washington State World History Museum Smackdown — Doppio
Prior to all hell breaking loose, a gaudily dressed young man had been leaning against a wall, his arms folded as he listened to the guide. Doppio had been hired as temporary security mostly because the museum didn't have to pay much for an unknown like him. Even if ancient Egypt didn't hold much interest for the Italian, it was still neat to hear about - and hey, the kids were enjoying it!
Hopefully the other heroes would be able to handle anything that happened - despite the Boss's reassurances and his granting of some of his power, Doppio wasn't confident he could deal with a real emergency. It was at this point that a small... creature wandered into the room from the 'Employees Only' entrance. Doppio's brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what it was trying to do, though at least it wasn't vio - oh. Oh dear.
Doppio yelped in fear and dove behind the nearest exhibit, cowering. W-what do I do?! I thought this was going to be quiet! He tucked himself up, hoping the blue menace would leave him alone in favour of something more interesting.
And then he got a call. Doppio froze, spacing out as he imitated the trilling of a phone (luckily for him, at this point the sound was likely being drowned out by Reinhardt's actions). He briefly snapped back to lucidity. "Where's that coming from? Of all the times to get a call..." he muttered, only to begin trilling again. "O-oh, there it is!" Just in front of him was the discarded golden scarab. Reaching out, he added, "What a gaudy phone..."
"Beep! This is Doppio speaking." Doppio cupped a hand in front of his mouth, and looked around furtively. "B-Boss, now isn't the time to be calling! I'm in real trouble here!"
" My sweet Doppio... you forget so easily." The unmistakably masculine voice on the other end of the line was deep and smooth. " You need only get close enough to that alien, and King Crimson will take care of it."
"B-but Boss, there's a bunch of other people here! I'll get in their way!"
" Remember, you have Epitaph. Use it to see what you must do. Now hurry, Doppio! You must prove your worth to these people..." And then he hung up, leaving Doppio clutching a golden scarab. Putting it down, he peeked over the cabinet he had been hiding behind and noticed the child in the middle of the room. Although they weren't crying any more, they were in danger if this escalated any further.
"Just hang on!" Doppio hopped up and vaulted over the cabinet, sprinting towards the ten year old in hopes of scooping them up and taking them to safety.
Edited by Flanker66 on Jul 29th 2019 at 6:16:00 PM
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