Fantasy Sherwood Shores II: Where Everyone Is The Hero Of Their Own Story

[Derpy Dev]

The sun rises on the City Of Heroes. It is Saturday, January 1st, 2019, and the beginning of a new year. More tourists are coming to see heroes in action, more villains are plotting schemes. And on the horizon, terrible things begin to brew, just waiting to swallow humanity whole.

Starting time: 8:00 AM. Since this is the beginning of the RP though, you're welcome to show what they did the night before.

Finally, feel free to introduce bit characters for your own character's story! Make a mugger who your hero takes on, a minor demon that must be exorcised, a crying child that needs a hug, or anything in between

Here are the starting players. If you are mentioned here, post as soon as you want! If you are not, message me and ask why your character hasn't been accepted yet.
dazzling Super Villain Nova L3n SkyeTheLimit Kloudy Derpy Dev

Now then, with all of that said...

Welcome to Sherwood Shores.

 

[Derpy Dev]

Christina, The Good Knight
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The sun rose on a new world.

How many hours had it been since she'd watched her last world fall? How many hours since the beasts of Consumption devoured the only home she'd ever known? Her grip on the metal railing tightened, and her eyes filled with tears as they stared towards the vast ocean. Already, this place had confused her, had driven her near mad. There were so many strange buildings, and the metal vehicles raced down the streets in droves. She'd never seen this many people in one place either. There were enough here to make Camelot look like a common village.

With another sigh, she took in another breath and kept watching the ocean. She ignored the stares of the surrounding people at the girl in armor, and simply stood, waiting for God knew what.

 

[dazzling]

tamiya michaels
Tamiya rolled over with a groan, raising her hand weakly to her forehead. A dull pound hammered the inside of her skull, causing dark spots to dance at the edges of her vision. Over the past few days she had known this to be a symptom of her projecting, and an unwanted one to say the least. She stumbled out of bed, leaning on the door frame as she longingly gazed at the pot of coffee on the counter. Running her hand anxiously through her braids, she grabbed her phone from the dresser and flicked through her social media, drumming her fingers on her thigh. Dammit, no response. It had been a few days since her interview stunt and Tamiya had yet to hear from her future boss. Hopefully.

Tamiya threw on some casual clothes, and shakily made her way to a nearby cafe. Today was her day off from her arduous work at the coffee shoppe, and she figured she might take some time to familiarize herself with the lore surrounding astral projecting. She shyly made her way into the cafe, heading immediately for the bookshelves in the back. As she reached up for the book that caught her eye, a bright poster near the rear exit peaked her interest.

The bright lettering brashly advertised a nearby boxing class, listing the details of all the supposed perks of learning self defense. Tamiya walked over, tracing her finger along the edge of the sign. She took her phone out of her pocket and snapped a photo. She had thought of potential uses for her power, but couldn't decide on one. Maybe she would find one in this?

Feeling unfocused, Tamiya left the cafe and walked along the crowded sidewalks, taking in the energy of the crowds.
faye barnes, candlewick
Faye stood at her kitchen counter, placidly staring into the flame that adorned her small candle. Orange, blue, orange , blue. The flame flickered, swaying from side to side though the air in her apartment was still. She parted her lips slightly, hypnotized by the enticing rhythm of the sparks flashing around the base of the wick. She calmly brought her hand up to the candle, reaching out a single finger towards the flame.

She snubbed it with her index and thumb, but not before her fingers briefly were caught in the blaze. She smiled quietly, lightly blowing on them and stifling the flame. Swiveling away on the ball of her heel, Faye swiftly got ready for the day ahead. She smirked at the sight of the many new clothes dotting her spacious bedroom, settling on a periwinkle silk cocktail dress before tightening her hair into a ponytail. Walking over to the mirror in the corner of her room, she slid on a pair of white heels and walked out.

Faye always enjoyed new clothes, especially ones that were bought with stolen money. Those were definitely her favorite. As she headed to her nearest Starbucks, she basked in the stares of the many tourists and occasional locals on the sidewalk. Faye had earned a reputation over the past few months, always leaving no evidence to point to her but her signature match wherever she decided to strike. The SSPD had found 6.3 inch silver-tipped matches at a variety of crime scenes, and Faye had made it known that they belonged to her.

With the apparent ownership of the trademark matches and public knowledge of her power, she had become known to everyone except the police as Candlewick.​

 

[Super Villain Nova]

Ross sat at her desk in the far back of her office. The large window behind her viewed over the city, giving her a bird's eye view of her playground. the night before was a success. Her children had done well in their mission which had thrown the city into a small spiral. They still had yet to set their plan in motion. Which brought Ross to where she was now. Her eyes scanned over her computer screen as she looked over the files others have gathered for her.

Her 'family' was strong, but they needed to be stronger. Ross figured that maybe it was time to add another addition to her little family. Her eyes scanned over those who had been making names for themselves. She let out a rough sigh as she flipped to another file. She felt the process dawning on her as the sun was already touching the city. Ever since they got back from their mission, this is what she had been doing.

Her eyes slowly closed as she could recall ever detail.

*The Night Before*


There were more than just one facility out there that did full on experiments on those like them. The first one Ross ever took down was the one where she found her children. After countless of hours and days of training, this is where things lead up to.

As they approached the building, Vanguard raised his hands in front of him and ripped them apart rather quickly. The doors on the building flew in either direction following his hand movements.

All wearing their black hoodies and white masks, keeping their identities secret to the world.

As they continued towards the building a line of gun fire rushed at them from their front line direction. Vanguard rose up one hand and the bullets quickly gathered in front of him where they would drop to the ground.

Manic and Goliath stepped to either side of Vanguard and were quick to show off their particular skills. Manic's arms were set ablaze, while Goliath froze over his own fists. Both attacking simultaneously at those attacking them, made their forced entrance much smoother. Cries of their enemies could be heard as they now entered the building.

Manic and Vanguard went one way while Goliath and Chaos went another, leaving Ross and Ares heading for the main control center. The heart of the problem.

Their paths were more than dangerous, filled with armed guards and even those like them.... fighting for the wrong side.

*Present Time*
Ross felt she had done the world a good deed in the long run. Freeing those like them. But it dawned on her as the new year dawned on the world. She took in a deep breath as she sat back in her chair. She tilted her head as she looked over one of the files before her. A young aspiring gifted woman with similar powers as Manic. The public called her Candlewick.

Ross smirked at this as she looked up from her computer. Her eyes leading to the double doors set at the front of her, other wise... large office. Her pride and joy of her children walked in and headed right for her desk. His eyes focused on the ipad he was holding, but his mind was already turning with questions as he neared her desk.

Coal looked up from his tablet and took a seat in front of Ross' desk. He set the tablet aside as he looked to her. "You wanted to see me?" he asked as he looked from her to her computer.

Ross smirked and nodded as she turned the screen towards her little Vanguard. "I want you to go on a little errand for me." She told him.

Coal's eyes looked to the file and his brows frowned. He looked back to Ross and quietly let out a huff of air. He pointed to the screen, but before he could get any words out Ross beat him to it.

"New recruit." she smiled lightly.
This gave the metal bender a confused look on his face.
"We're going to need more fire power if we want to win this thing." She stated as she pointed to his tablet. She sent him the file and within a second or two, a small bell could be heard coming from it.

Coal picked up his tablet and quickly shifted through the file. "So..... What? Bring her in?" he asked.

Ross shrugged, "Only if she wants to." She told him.

Coal looked from her back to his tablet. This was a bit more confusing than some of the other missions they had already done. But he trusted Ross, she had a good head on her shoulders and she knew when they needed more of something. He slowly nodded as he got up from his chair. "I'll get right on it." He told her as he turned to leave.

Ross smiled as he left the room. She turned her screen back to her as she continued to look through the files one by one. She wondered if she should have placed more than one child on the job, but she was more than confident that he would be successful. His skills honed a certain center to their 'family'.

Mentioned: dazzling

 

[L3n]

Naku, The Undying

Naku shuffled about in his brown and white plaid blankets till he not so gracefully fell out of his bed. He groaned as he made contact with the cold wooden floor. He sat up as he rubbed his back grudgingly. His back had been sore since he woke up on the road a few days ago, and he didn't remember anything past that. His body was covered in blood, but he had no cuts or bruises to be seen. Freaked out he checked his pockets to see if he had a wallet.All he had was a ton of cash. No drivers license, credit card, or id. Confused he started following the road to a town. That's how he ended up here. He had bought a small apartment with the cash he had on himself. It was in a shady apartment complex but it was better than living on the streets. Standing up from the dark brown textured floor he made his way to his dresser.

He didn't have a large collection of clothes to chose from. Most of the items in his drawers were left by the last owner. Apparently they were in a hurry to get out and they left a lot of items. That worked out okay for him because in the contract he got to keep everything. Sadly though the last resident must of been a female as most of the items were skirts and dresses. He slid on a burgundy red short sleeved shirt because it was the only thing that fit him that wasn't a crop top. He wasn't too fond of showing off his arms however due to the weird tattoos he had covering his body. He had thick black lines that ran down from one side of his chest to a little past his mid thigh. They also covered an arm and his leg from the knee down. On his back he had vibrant tattooed flowers on top of grey feathers. The one that bothered him the most was the weird design on the side of his face. Maybe before he lost his memories he was a gangster? He heard those types of people had a lot of tattoos. He opened the bottom dresser drawer only to be met with more skirts and booty shorts. He reluctantly put on a pair of black ripped jeans he found beneath the dresses. The first thing he was going to buy after he got a job would be clothes.

He made his way to his small kitchen to see if he had any food. On his way there he managed to stub his toe on a heavy large bag of dog food. He didn't have any pets, but the previous owner must of had a thing for dogs. As Naku went through the closets of the house he found a ton of toys and miniature torture outfits that seemed would fit a small chiwawa. Funny enough Naku got his name from the bag of food. It wasn't really a hard choice, he just went by whatever brand name he saw first. Luckily his eyes fell upon the dog food instead of the Mr. Clean soap spray. He could just imagine how conversations would go if he went with that. He opened the cupboards and sighed. Of course there was no food. He made his way to the door and slipped on his shoes he woke up wearing a few days ago. He headed out of his small apartment to go find food. Pulling out his wallet as he walked he checked how much cash he had on himself. Twenty dollars. Maybe while he was out he could look for any places that were hiring.

 

[dazzling]

faye barnes, candlewick
Faye was casually strolling along the pier sipping her coffee when she recalled the events of last night. She had been assigned to intervene in a planned drug trade concerning two cartel elites. She tapped her plastic cup of coffee, mulling over whether she should call the team back.

last night, 11:41
Faye sat in the back of the truck, the many bumps nearly throwing her off the seat as she went over weapons with her crew. She was clad in all black, a sleek and shiny bulletproof vest freshly stolen from the police protecting her chest. A metallic gold hockey mask was pushed up on her forehead, and her silver hair was pulled back into a tight bun. Nobody can pull it that way. She reached for the pistol holstered at her thigh, cocking it and looking up to the four other individuals in the truck with her.

They were nobody she knew, a team she had curated from the depths of the web. "Remember," She spoke clearly, but her voice was slightly higher pitched thanks to a distorter she had previously purchased. Nobody on the team knew each other's names. It was easier that way, less liabilities if one of them was caught. "We get in, get the mark, and get out. That's all. No show, no fancy tricks, nothing to give any hints as to who we are."

The others nodded, and Faye grimly nodded back. As the truck came to a halt, she slid on her mask and they all hit the ground running. After sprinting for a good three minutes, the team reassembled, fully masked and ready to get their target. "You three, go center, you flank left. I got right." She said, pointing to members in turn. They set off, and soon their mark was in sight. Two groups of people stood a few yards away from each other, carefully discussing something. Each held a heavy leather briefcase.

Faye vaulted up over the balcony railing she had been hanging on, leaving the targets out of sight. The building she was in was busy at night, and heavily patrolled. The marks were just outside of the building, on a deck connected to the ground floor. Faye was two stories up, on the balcony above them. "Clear." She said into the small headpiece she wore. She carefully opened the door to proceed down a level, unbeknownst to the mute footsteps trailing behind her.

As she quietly bounced down the stairs to the second floor that the group of three was clearing, Faye noted slight rustling behind her. She immediately called it off at the wind brushing something outside. That was a mistake. Just a few moments later she felt herself get swung around towards the wall. Faye unholstered her gun, but her hands were pinned to the wall. The pistol clattered a few feet away as a dark figure loomed before her.

"What-" The guard was only able to utter one word before a sharp pierce rang through the hall, echoing up and down. Faye crouched down instinctively, covering her neck with her hands. The guard fell with a moan, clutching his calf which was rapidly leaking crimson. A girl with long black hair rushed towards Faye, extending a hand. "C'mon. You're lucky I could save your ass in time." Faye took her hand, pulling herself up.

"Thanks."

Faye pulled out her phone, re-opening the webpage with the contact information from the team she had recruited for last night's ordeal. Though they had all remained anonymous, they seemed loyal. Especially the girl. I owe her one. Faye clicked in the phone number she had listed. It was most likely not her real number, but it was worth a shot. Faye gingerly tapped the green call button, raising the phone to her ear.

She dropped it with a yelp as an ear piercing screech rang out. The shattered phone screen displayed a swirling typhoon of numbers, flashing across the screen. Faye cringed, trying not to focus on the sound as she bent down to pick up the phone and hurled it into the water. I should've known better. Who knows what she got from that? She walked over to the beach, kicking off her heels and letting the warm sand crunch beneath her feet.

Faye threw her head back, swinging her heels in her hand. She had just temporarily lost her only way to contact with her bosses, and a lot could happen in a day.

present time
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[Super Villain Nova]

Coal let out a deep sigh as his eyes peered out the window of a limbo. Not exactly low key, he thought in his mind. The windows were heavily tinted making it difficult for those outside to see who was on the inside. Coal let his eyes shift to the seat across from him. Rem sat in his own seat smirking as he watched Coal closely.

"I still don't understand why you came along." Coal mutter before looking back to the window. He shook his head lightly as his eyes watched the city go by.
"I thought it would be fun to watch." Rem shrugged as he smirked a little. "Plus Ross wanted me to make sure you didn't kill the girl."
Coal narrowed his eyes at Rem's comment. "I honestly think we have enough 'fire power' on our team already." Coal quoted Ross' words with his fingers.

Rem shrugged a little as their driver drove them to where they needed to find this girl.
Coal shook his head lightly as he played with the silver plane rings on each of his fingers.
Rem noticed this, he knew where that metal came from, they may look like pure silver, but they weren't. His eyes slowly drifted back to Coal who seemed to squint his eyes as they got closer to the pier.

"Really?" He grumbled under his breath. He let out a deep breath through his nose as the driver pulled up to the pier. Rem finally glanced out the windows and wanted to laugh at the area. "Have fun with that." He stated. He looked to Coal and Coal was already out of the car shutting the door behind him. Rem let his shoulders drop before he too quickly got out of the car.

Coal studied the girl up and down as he made his way over to her. His eyes glancing around at the people nearby and figured he should get this over with quickly. He pulled his hoodie up and Placed his hand close to his face. People had yet to even notice he was there. One of his metal rings liquefied and rushed over his face, creating a thin white metal mask. His strides became more and more confident as he got closer to her. About fifteen feet away Coal stopped. His hands balled into fists as sparks started to jump around his knuckles.

This would not be an easy test for the girl.

Coal raised a hand t his shoulder and then whipped it down to his side. Anything metal pushed out.... Even metal on people. Making a good clearing leaving Coal and Faye. He made sure not to push on any metal she had on, as he wanted her attention. His actions should easily get it.

Rem was glad he brought his own mask, as he already had his hoodie as well. He too pulled his hoodie up and had placed his mask on, following Coal, but keeping his distance. Once Coal created the field by clearing most of it, Rem came up beside him, ready for action. "Think she can beat you?" he asked in an almost hushed whisper. Rem could tell this angered Coal to no end. "Well.... She doesn't exactly have to beat me..." Coal responded in a similar tone.

dazzling

 

[Derpy Dev]

The streets of this city were strange.

What are those supposed to be? She thought, staring at a strange metal pole with a glass ball at the top. Was it some sort of defensive battlement? ...no, that couldn't be it. It looked like an oil lantern in design, but where would the oil come from? The ground? No, oil wasn't that common. No sane society would use such a rare and limited resource as its backbone. She finally sighed and turned around, continuing her walk down the street. People seemed to move around her, terrified of getting in her way. A few people pulled out little rectangular objects and pointed them at it, tapping the fronts in an odd way.

There's magic here. There's got to be. That could be the only possibility. Merlin had always said that once more research was done on magic, it would be as common as stone. The strange devices, the metal carriages without horses, the lanterns without oil... That could only be magic.

Isn't magic what Consumption feeds on? She realized, her attention fading from the street and into her head. Or was it souls? How can I never remember these things! This is important- Her mind was jolted out of her train of thought as she walked straight into another civilian with a strange tatoo on his face, and she fell onto the ground in shock.

"Oh, uh, sorry sir," she said to the man, getting up slowly. And then, she remembered her manners, and gave him a deep bow. "Please forgive my carelessness!" If there was one thing that never changed no matter where you were, it was views on respect.

L3n

 

[L3n]

Naku didn’t have a phone yet so he had nothing to distract himself with as he walked. He eyed some interesting people as he made his way down the streets, but no one who seemed like they’d be good company. It seemed like everyone was out today. People kept giving the male looks. Maybe it was because of the tattoos, or the scar located in the middle of his face, or maybe it was weird how he was wearing woman’s clothing and he was actually pulling it off. Either way nothing was compared to the looks the girl he bumped into was getting.

There were a few things to point out about the blonde female. One, people seemed to be intimidated by her. And two, she was dressed in armor. Hard to miss that. He would’ve helped her up, but she got up by herself. “There’s no need to be sorry cutie, I should’ve been watching where I was going,”he rubbed the back of his neck. He was lost in thought so much so that he managed to miss the girl decked out in armor and he actually bumped into her. “And old school are we?”he asked as he watched her bow. He hasn’t seen someone like this before, well.. he hadn’t in the last three days of his life he could actually remember. Little did he know he lived through the time full of people like this. Oh how being immortal and not knowing it was fun.

Derpy Dev

 

[dazzling]

faye barnes, candlewick
Faye swung her head around as she heard a sharp series of clatters and a few civilian screams pierced the air. She found herself staring across the beach at two figures with glassy white masks and dark hoodies. The area surrounding them had cleared, and civilians were in panic for seemingly no reason. Faye gulped, slowly backing up. She allowed a facade of fear to play across her face as she rapidly performed a routine she had done a thousand times. She discreetly reached into her bag, pulling out and match and quickly lit it along the strip of sandpaper she kept on her thigh.

She stared down her aggressors, the blue flame quickly flaring up and racing up and down her arms. Soon she was consumed in the flame, her outline barely visible through the blue fire. Faye clenched her fists, slowly walking towards them. Small pieces of glass crunched around her feet as she stopped a few yards away from the pair. Faye wasn't sure what they wanted, and she wasn't going to provoke anything unnecessary.​

 

[Super Villain Nova]

Coal narrowed his eyes at Candlewick. Coal narrowed his eyes at her pour acting skills. Well, they weren't pour, he just had seen her in action... thanks to youtube and to Ross' connections, giving him the thought that she wouldn't exactly be scared. She was pretty detailed with her skills and had seen enough battles to not be scared so easily. This wasn't even the start of things.

He smirked as she made her way over to them, setting herself ablaze made thing heat up for a second... Just a second as she didn't make any kind of move towards them. Coal felt pretty annoyed at this point.
Rem's eyes turned from the girl that was now on fire towards the pier nearby. Coal was being resourceful it seemed. All the nails and metal holding the pier together started to snap from the wood. Some even liquefied out and turned into sharp metal pins. Rem felt his gut turn as they were traveling at Candlewick's back rather fast. There were a lot of them and some even melted together forming bigger needles... This would make it hard for Candlewick to melt them... especially with the speed.

Rem hated having to step in, but flipped his wrist and a two inch wall of ice shot up from the ground behind her. Catching all the nails that hit the ice like bullets.

Coal slowly turned to Rem with a more angered look in his eyes. "Are you serious?" Coal asked.
"She said to bring her in, not kill her." Rem shot back.

Coal shook his head at this and turned back to Candlewick. Now pretty pissed off Coal wasn't going to hold back. He needed to test her before he brought her to Ross. A few moments ago he was pretty set on just 'testing' her... But now... You'd be surprised at how much metal one could find by the ocean. And Coal was a master at finding such things.
"Try and stop this." Coal whispered... These words weren't meant for Candlewick... They were meant for Rem.

Rem's jaw almost dropped when he saw a large bucket of water floating up from behind the ice wall and quickly dropping down on Candlewick. Coal would have given her the chance to run, but the metal stuck in the ice liquefied and raced around her.... making the walls just above her shoulders.... The water flowed over, racing towards Candlewick in a cylinder.

dazzling

 

[Derpy Dev]

“There’s no need to be sorry cutie, I should’ve been watching where I was going,” he said. Cutie... she wasn't sure how she felt about that title. It certainly wasn't something she'd hear in Camelot. Good God, even the complements were different. She was jolted out of her train of thought by his second question, and suddenly was acutely aware of the fact that nobody else around wore armor and had a greatsword on their back.

"Oh." She looked around awkwardly for a moment longer. "May I ask how unusual... this attire is?" She motioned towards everything she was wearing in an awkward manner, reaching a whole new world of social anxiety. Hell, as she looked longer, the people's clothing looked far looser and... fancier? Yeah, fancier. These people all had to be rich, which meant that these weren't average. There had to be peasants and farmers in this world somewhere.

...right?

L3n

 

[L3n]

Naku wasn't sure why the word cutie had slipped out of his mouth, but it didn't feel unnatural so he didn't fret about it. Maybe in his past he was a womanizer. Even that thought alone was comedy gold for himself. He couldn't imagine being like that now. Was whoever he was before he lost his memories still him? Did forgetting allow him to start over, or did whatever he did in his past life carry over? He ended the thoughts of his identity crisis to focus on the lost girl in front of him. She looked genuinely out of place, and it wasn't just her outfit. The way she spoke, the way she carried herself, and not to forget about the bow a few seconds ago.. she seemed like she was from a different time.

"It's unusual, but I wouldn't say it's bad,"he inspected the armor she wore. Little facts about metal and cloth filled his head that he Naku definitely didn't remember learning about in the past few days. Was he a womanizing blacksmith? "You sort of look like you're cosplaying," he gave the awkward girl a kind smile. She seemed more lost and out of place than he felt which must be a record. "But if you're looking to fit in you might want to find a more.. recent fashion trend,"he mentioned. What the hell did he know about fashion? So far the list of things that he used to be were piling up. Watch out world you're looking at the best womanizing fashionista blacksmith you've ever seen.

Derpy Dev

 

[Kloudy]

Solomon
Sherwood Shores

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-The Night Before-

“Father, it is time for the ceremony.”

“Thank you, my child. I will be there in a second.”

William, the unknown perpetrator secretly acting in Sherwood Shores as the infamous Solomon, prepared for the ceremony by changing his usual sermon outfit for a more loose-fitting black robe. He picked up the golden cross from the oak dressed and hung it around his neck, feeling the outline of the religious symbol. He briefly mouthed a silent prayer wishing the following event good fortune before exiting the sideroom and joining his disciples at the altar.

“In God we trust, for His Kingdom is eternal.”

The other robes figures repeated him in practised unison, everyone having gathered around a slab of concrete that was acting as ceremony table. Today was a beautiful day, one that would mark yet another successful step towards achieving the will of God, as prophesied by their Head Priest. A cleansing ritual was among one of the most important ceremonies in the church and the ten most devoted and important contributors to God’s Kingdom were present for it.

With a hand gesture, all the robes figures let down their black hoods to reveal their faces, most of which calmly serious. There were some smiles of joy, but most seemed to prefer an element of professionalism during these events. Among the faces William could see several important business men and even a couple political figures that he had managed to convince into joining him. After all, not many could argue with a real life modern miracle of God, and William could perform plenty of those. Looking back at the grand hall that housed rows upon rows of pews, a single white-robed figure of slim size walked slowly towards them. As they reached the stone table, the hood was pushed back to reveal a beautiful girl that appeared roughly eighteen years old. She turned and sat on the altar, lying down on it as if sinking into a coffin.

“Today we are marked as believers of the divine mandate. In God’s eyes are we absolved from sin, with these hands we shall carry out his will.”

Everyone’s heads were turned down in prayer, hands clasped tightly together. William approached the altar and a brief glint of steel flashed in the dim candlelight. From the balcony above, ten hooded figures in white robes watched the ceremony as it unfolded, their hands equally clenched in prayer. The church was deadly silent aside from the interjections of prayer from the Head Priest himself.

“As Abraham was tested before us, God shall see our loyalty run pure like the veins of heavenly light that pour from the heavens! We offer up a lamb so that the lord may accept us and provide one of his own, or may he cleanse this world of sin forever!”

William’s voice rang out loudly, reverberating around the spacious church’s interior. Several of the robed disciples whispered prayers of their own, knuckles white from the ferverence of their clenched hands. The metallic equipment William drew into his hand seemed ceremonial in nature as he raised it to the heavens, before swiftly dropping it down fast onto the innocent-looking girl on the altar. For a brief second a charge of some kind of otherworldly energy entered her eyes as she was struck, but it quickly faded to reveal the expression of acceptance and serenity. She was happy with the lord’s choice after all, thankful that her role could serve to remove the sin of others. The disciples raised their voices in an ominous hymn, voices rising and falling darkly as William turned to the side and made his way to the sideroom once more. The ceremony was complete, and William would have to designate one of his lesser disciples to clean the trail of red that ran freely down the altar and followed him, and to clear the sacrificial body away.

“For God’s Kingdom is eternal...”

-Present Day-

“Target sighted. Prepare to engage.”

A robed figure in black knelt on the roof of a tall building, looking down at a the street below. With a finger and thumb formed into a circle over one eye, an intricate golden symbol glowed telling of magic. With amplified vision, the disciple saw the fight unfold on the street below. It seems they had been right to trail the two individuals driving in the suspiciously registered car.

“Acknowledged. Mobilising.”

The disciple on street level moved swiftly, their hooded frame dodging through the shocked crowd that had gathered some ways away from the fight. Emerging into the ring that had formed, the disciple drew a 9mm pistol from within the robe and pointed it at Coal. It seemed he could control metallic objects, but the disciple did not expect himself to succeed much in harming the target. No, his objective was different.

“Codename: Vanguard. You are to stop in the name of the lord and come with me. Do not resist.”

Upon the rooftop, the disciple with enhanced vision had finished setting up his scopeless sniper rifle and trained his sights on the two targets down below.

Super Villain Nova dazzling

 

[Derpy Dev]

"It's unusual, but I wouldn't say it's bad." He looked concentrated as he looked her armor up and down, and she noticed a strange wisdom to his eyes. She wondered how normal he was by the standards of this strange world. Perhaps he was a metalworker? "You sort of look like you're cosplaying," he said with a smile. That was a new word. Cos-playing? What was that? Was that what you called a warrior's attire here?

"But if you're looking to fit in you might want to find a more... recent fashion trend," he finished. Fashion... trends? She looked around again, and saw some similar styles in how the people dressed. A lot of people wore a similar kind of blue stitched pants, sometimes with small tears at the knees. Similar tops, strange rings, watches... clearly, there were rules to this.

"All right," she said in a determined way with a nod towards him. "You seem wise in these matters. Please tell me sir, what kind of clothing do the knights in this realm wear? How do these fashion 'trends' work? And how does one cosplay?" As she said this, she gave another bow, as was custom.

L3n

 

[Super Villain Nova]

Coal and Rem both turned to the new comer. Their eyes more so dulled over by the demand and of course the gun. Coal smirked as he fully faced the hooded figure. He frowned his brows a bit as he was curious about the new situation unfolding. If the figure knew him by Vanguard, then he should have some knowledge over his abilities.

"And what if I don't?" Coal asked as he took a step closer to the other. "Are you going to shoot me?" Coal rose a brow, although this would be covered by his mask, but his tone of voice held skepticism.

Rem kept his eyes mostly on Faye, but he had a strange feeling in his gut about this new figure. His guard was up and his eyes started to wonder about. Was there only one? "There could be more." Rem halfly whispered towards Coal.
Coal shrugged it off as he too figured the same. "You alone?" Coal asked as he took a few more steps. His eyes narrowed as a small yet sly smirk graved his lips. Coal was always looking for new challenges. He was hoping for more. But his expression dulled as he raised a hand and moved it out in front of him. A random car came out in between the two and with a flick of his wrist the car stood on it's side. Coal then gave it a light push f his hand and the car started to move towards the hooded figure.

Coal moved his other hand and three more cars moved over to the hooded figure and turned on their sides, surrounding the figure and blocking him in.

dazzling Kloudy

 

[SkyeTheLimit]

A large figure lumbered through a narrow alleyway, taking up nearly the entire width of the path with its massive stature. The heavy sound of their steps echoing against the tightly packed buildings surrounding the bricked road. Consistent, mechanical movements. The exact same duration between the previous echoing clang and the one that followed. The figure gazed upwards at the rim of the rooftops, eyes glowing faintly in the dimming shadow cast by confining brickwork. The sound of steps halted for a mere moment, making room for the uneasy silence falling over the alley. Moments passed until the quiet was broken by a mildly annoyed voice. The higher pitch belonging to a female child. The large figure’s companion. “Are we gonna get food yet?” The girl voiced a question that had been lingering on her mind ever since they went out into town half an hour ago.

“Eating out of boredom is not equal to eating out of necessity.” The figure responded as cold and mechanical as the footsteps had been. “Just because you don’t eat doesn’t mean I’m not hungry!” The girl retorted with a frustrated huff. Yet, her frustration seemed to have little effect and before long she dropped the subject. “Where are we going? Are we going to train? I can’t train without eating, right?”

“We’re going to a place of worship that differs from ours. Be respectful and take note.” The sun’s light greeted the duo upon exiting the shaded alleyway. Casting its morning rays around the church before them, beckoning then to take in the sight. The girl’s interest peeked upon seeing their destination, yet confusion had taken over her expression. “It feels like a temple, do they look like that here?” The machine gazed up at the structure upon hearing the girl’s words, pausing a mere moment before responding. “The path we follow is not the only one. There are more like ours.”

“Like us how? Can we go in? I bet it’s pretty like the temples. All temples are pretty, right?” Excitement had taken over with self-control taking the fall for it. Without waiting for an answer the girl approached the entrance with her mechanical partner following after. Keeping an eye on her whilst they were on unfamiliar territory.

 

[Kloudy]

Solomon​

Sherwood Shores

-Operation Vanguard-

Without hesitation the disciple fired the pistol directly into Vanguard’s face before agilely rolling forward to avoid the cars altogether, apparently ignoring the target’s provocative words. While he was fairly skilled with a gun and his movements were precise, the only supernatural element the disciple seemed to possess was a slight golden light in his eyes under the shadowy veil of the hood.

Completing his roll, the disciple was now near enough to engage the target in melee and immediately spun on one foot to deliver a roadhouse kick. He then attempted to follow this with two more shots from his pistol, supposing it had survived Vanguard’s powers thus far. Meanwhile, the sniper on the rooftop aimed up his sights properly as the golden hex over his eye rotated invariably, adjusting his telescopic vision. Taking in a half breath, he fired. The bullet raced across the street, deadset on winging the other individual that had arrived with Vanguard in the calf. The primary target was to be captured, or killed if possible. The secondary target’s identity was unknown so the order to capture without further engagement was the only necessary objective there. Their revered leader Solomon had been clear about not squandering potential assets by killing unknown targets. The sniper touched his ear through the hood with a hand and another magical symbol glowed to life on the side of his head.

“D-2 broadcasting. Come in C-7, targets have been engaged. Standby.”

“Copy, C-7 standing by.”


-God’s Kingdom Church-

William had just finished talking to some new benefactors when he heard a commotion at the door. Glancing off curiously, he noticed a disciple being startled as the main doors were hurled open by a small child. What was even more surprising was the enormous figure that towered behind her. For a moment William wasn’t sure if he’d fit the though the double door. There wouldn’t be another sermon for a little while and the large room was fairly vacant now. Excusing himself from his wealthy new friends, the Head Priest made his way over to the newcomers with an inviting smile on his face.

“Welcome to the God’s Kingdom main branch church! How may I help you?”

Super Villain Nova dazzling
SkyeTheLimit

 

[Super Villain Nova]

Coal didn't like the way this guy moved. The first round was stopped with little effort. Coal never let his shield down, not for a second.
Coal was not in the slightest taken back by the closeness the hooded figure got. Instead, two of the rings on his hands liquefied and made a metal plate before his arms as he went to block the kick. Coal had to take a step back as he didn't realize how hard and fast the figure came at him. Coal refocused and amt up his shield for the next few rounds. Coal's eyes were focused on this figure, not aware of the dangers hided on the buildings. But there was always a fun fact about Coal's shields, he never left a teammate without. Even though it was a shield, it was meant for lighter gun fire... Not a freakin sniper.

So when the round from the sniper came at Rem, the bullet didn't catch in the magnetic field, but it did help keep his friend alive. The sniper round veered in the field and snipped the side of Rem's shoulder.... A bit deep for his liking. Rem let out a cry as the force of the round shoved him off balance.

Coal's eyes snapped to Rem for a split second, and his eyes caught the damage already done. Blood dropped to the ground from Rem's shoulder and Coal's eyes rushed to the towering buildings above. It would be impossible to pin point such metal... upon metal.

Rem iced over his wound quickly as he shoved himself to his feet. They needed to leave... Like NOW....

"Let's go." Rem called to Coal.

dazzling Kloudy

 

[L3n]

He tried not to laugh at the girl as she clearly didn't know what was going on around them and that would be mean spirited. If only the old him could see him now. He brought a finger to his lips in a sort of "professional thinker" stance. "The closest thing we have to knights now a days are heroes and police men.. but everyone dresses the same,"he said as he motioned around him to all of the people. "Unless you're in uniform, but I'm sure you're not involved with the police so you don't have access to that."

"Fashion trends are whats normal and accepted to wear at a time, the clothes that are "in" at the moment,"he tried to explain. "They change all the time and it can be a pain to keep up with,"he spoke as he had personal experiences with it but since three days ago he has only had a women's wardrobe and that's the only pieces of clothing that he remembers having in his entire life. "Cosplay is where you dress in the outfits of people you admire,"he added. The girl seemed old school and he wasn't sure if she knew what tv show characters were.

Derpy Dev

 

[dazzling]

faye barnes, candlewick
Faye took a slight step backwards as she saw the malice painted on the pair's face. However, she was soon pushed forward by a cold rush. She hit a hard metal surface, pressed up against it by the flood that she now recognized as water. The water quickly filled up the small metal prison she was in, and she kicked up and hoisted herself out of the structure. She fell to the sand ungracefully, standing up and putting on a pout. "That's not very fun now, is it." Her flame was extinguished, but she remembered something. She had a quick source of oxygen at hand. She always did.

Faye quickly snatched a shard of glass from the sand, striking it against her palm. A thin stream of crimson stained the sand as she reached into her sopping bag and pulling out a lighter. She hovered the flame over her palm and it rapidly spread, fueled by the oxygen in her blood. She looked up with a smirk on her face, ready to intimidate the hell out of the men. However, she furrowed her eyebrows and pouted. Did he just.. shoot him? Faye placed her hands on her hips and proclaimed, "Welp, I guess I can leave now!" She casually strolled past the fighting men towards the sidewalk.

From a few yards away, she looked back with a chuckle. What a pleasant way to start my morning.

Kloudy
Super Villain Nova​

 

[Derpy Dev]

Christina listened intently to the man's words. He spoke with confidence and wisdom, and was very well versed on this world. Of course, that could be expected. He lived here, after all. Perhaps everyone here knew these things, and she was the only one who did not. What could she do to fix this, to become wise to the ways of this world?

"Cosplay is where you dress in the outfits of people you admire," he finished. She took a moment and nodded, the words he said soaking into his brain. So this was a world without knights. They had 'heroes' and they had 'police', but no knights. So when Consumption came... who would be here to fight it? She needed to find these heroes and hopefully, some way she could make money. Without the kingdom caring for their needs, she would have to find some way to fit into this society, at least long enough to prepare herself and this world.

"You mentioned the heroes," she said, "Where would they be? Do they have a guild or order I can join?" She needed to act fast. Who knew when the first Black Beasts came? Who knew when the great devouring would start? This entire city could be attacked at any time.

L3n

 

[L3n]

He had a straight face for a few seconds as he tried to wrack his brain. Nothing. He didn't remember anything about heroes besides the title. Maybe in his past life he was a just a plain old nice citizen? He was kind of hoping he was more though, but hey when you might have brain damage you just work with what you have. "Sorry I wouldn't know,"he told the girl. "But we could search for information,"he stated in thought trying to think of places or people they could ask for answers.

"We could look in a library, or see if they have any billboards,"he didn't know why he mentioned billboards, those were a little outdated. "Oh, or the internet,"he added as he remembered that was thing. Not having a phone or tv really disconnected him from tech. They could always use the libraries computers. Oh there he was getting sucked into someone else's problems again. Wait.. did he do this often? He couldn't remember, but it seemed familiar. Maybe in his past he liked to help people? So he was a generous gangster fashionista blacksmith who liked to flirt. It was starting to get harder to pinpoint what he was in the past. He seemed to be all over the place. What exactly was he? He traced a finger over the tattoo that went down his arm. He wondered if he could search up them to see if there was a meaning, or maybe someone with a record who had matching tattoos.

Derpy Dev

 

[Kloudy]

Solomon
Sherwood Shores

-Operation Vanguard-

"Surrender and come with me."

After having his attacks completely defended against, the disciple reissued his demands as he aimed the sights of his pistol at Vanguard's head again. The targets seemed a little unwilling to continue the engagement, so giving them another opportunity to concede was within their acceptable mission parameters. The sniper on the rooftop reloaded his rifle and aimed up the next shot, also locking his weapon onto Vanguard's head. It seemed like his shot had been knocked off course somehow, likely from Vanguard's metal powers, so the sniper would have to prioritise eliminating that issue. He waited to see if the engagement would continue and noticed a lady nonchalantly walking away from the scene.

"C-7, I have eyes on an infected. Presumed to be the vigilante 'Candlewick'. Please advise."

"Copy. Ignore her, D-2. The lord will cleanse her soon enough."

Several blocks away on an even higher building, a figure in white robes and hood gazed down at the scene as it unfolded with a pair of high-powered binoculars. C-7 was tasked by Solomon directly to overseer this operation personally. Apparently several facilities run by partnered companies had recently come under fire from a vigilante group of powered-freedom fighters. Collecting information on them had been rather difficult and they only really had a lead on one of their members: Vanguard. The shared CCTV footage had shown much of his destruction and they hadn't known if it was telekinesis or a variation thereof. Today's demonstration clearly showed that metal was the extent of his influence. Even still, the point of this operation was not necessarily to capture their targets, although that would be an optimistically happy accident. Testing Vanguard's capabilities and potentially discovering more about his covert group was of higher priority, but the disciples involved in the operation didn't know that. As one of the truly blessed by Solomon, it was up to him to ensure the success of the mission. Smiling confidently, C-7 lowered the binoculars as a flare of golden energy reflected in his eyes.

"For God's Kingdom is eternal..."

Super Villain Nova dazzling

 

[Derpy Dev]

"Sorry, I wouldn't know," he said. She deflated slightly, unsure of who would know, and how to find such a person. "But we could search for information," he added after only a moment, and Christina was standing tall and at full attention again.

"We could look in a library, or see if they have any billboards," he suggested. Finally, some familiar words. There was the Great Library of Camelot, which she had visited many times on rainy days. And there was of course the small job billboard, where they'd post information about the Black Beasts and where they were. She knew how to search through both of those well.

"Oh, or the Internet," he said before seemingly going into his own train of thought. Back to the unfamiliar I suppose, she thought with a sigh. That was to be expected. Whatever this 'Internet' was, it was an unfamiliar place, and she much preferred the thought of exploring the familiar aspects of this world.

"I do not know of this 'Internet,'" she began, which earned a few snickers from some civilians that found her worth watching, "But I do know of libraries. May you show me the way?"

L3n