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[The Fantasy Incentive]

The age of the Superhero has long since past. In their golden age heroes and villains emerged in droves to battle one another in the ultimate showdown between good and evil, even occasionally for the fate of the world for worlds beyond our own. However that time has come to a close. Decades of battling on realities scale eventually took its toll on both the heroes and the villains. By the early 90's both sides of conflict resigned themselves to an unspoken stalemate, as they seemingly didn't have the energy nor the numbers to continue their battles. While street level crime and events were still common with your occasional world domination attempt, the larger scale grandiose battles were a thing of the past. Although recent event may change it all:

The Death of Galactus.

A little over a month ago, defense agencies were alerted of an incoming projectile coming toward earth from unknown origin. Before anyone could intercept it, the massive object crash landed in Northern Greenland. It was identified by associates of the Future Foundation as Galactus. The World Devourer. The Life Bringer. A cosmic entity. Killed by unknown means.

The world was in panic, Galactus hadn't been seen for decades however stories of his untold amount of power was still fresh in everyone mind. While at first it was concluded that it was possible he simply died of hunger, after further study it was shown not to be the case. Someone murdered a Cosmic being.

Several days after the event swept through the world like wildfire, while the worlds best researchers would do their best to study it and answer the high demand for answers. However something that no one could have ever guessed was only on the horizon.

A week after its crash, the decaying flesh of the Devourer of Worlds released the remaining energy it held, expending it into the atmosphere. The massive power would conglomerate into the skies above before rapidly rippling throughout the entirety of the earth as a wave of energy.

The Power Cosmic irradiated the air and bonded with hosts, mutating them and giving them superhuman abilities across the globe. This event is dubbed as the "Pulse" due to the bell like chiming noise that predated the wave washed over an area.

The world was baffled by the outcome of the event the population of super powered individuals sky rocketing from between 1 to 2% of the worlds population(including Mutants which is about between 70 million to 140 million) to 5% (350 million) at the least within the last month as a low estimate, with the new members rising once unlocking them. Those who were given powers by this event were dubbed "The Pulse Generation".

Many changes were made in order to accommodate these numbers including the S.H.I.E.L.D. program being reinvigorated, the X-Men, Avengers, Inhumans, and Future Foundation schools the opening their doors up in order to help train these new individuals with their abilities

With these many people gaining abilities the good ol fight between good and evil picked back up where it left off, bringing in a new Silver Age for a modern era, with the previous heroes taking on apprentices. While the effort continues to expand to accommodate for the new state of the world the question still remains: Who killed Galactus? Was this all on purpose? Who is the mastermind?

The dawn of a new era is upon us all.

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Epiphany DankWaffles The DoomyFish @RoxanProoxicus TheMilkMan The Mad Queen Inactive User 002

 

[The Fantasy Incentive]

One Month Later​

The world had been shaken by the death of such a powerful individual, almost as if its former beloved heroes themselves had perished. The news stations hailed the "Pulse" as a catalyst of what could be a new era, the second coming on a more modern hero. Ever since the pulse the superhuman community boomed with activity, whether it was a good of bad thing was up for debate. Inspired individuals who barely knew how to control their powers run rampant through the streets with their new abilities to fight along the previously established heroes to fight the new horde of enemies that surely would be coming their way. Critics are divided on whether this is a good or bad situation. On one hand there would be an serge of activity from street level onward that would surely have some fallout on the common public. Some think this is a critical moment of a previously stale industry that could have great connotations for crime fighting and as well as public morale.

The government was quick to respond, invigorating programs such as S.H.E.I.L.D. tasked in monitoring those effected by the Pulse and guiding these individuals as best as possible. Heroes of previous generations had taken up the roles of leading the new recruits. However there was still much work left to be done.

NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK​

A calm breeze rolled over central park as many occupants of the city went about their daily business, a numerous absent minded individuals migrating from one destination from another passed by each other seamlessly like air through leaves. The very fibers of the city rattled in harmony, a rumbling heartbeat of the artery like street city streets succumbing to the footsteps of the vessels that keep it going. Among st these individuals was a young man with headphones and hoodie on, smiling as his music filtered the noises of the rumbling big apple, on his way to a particular building in Greenwich after being dismissed from his last period in Midtown High.

It had been an interesting month since he moved to New York, and it showed no signs of slowing down. The feel of being a tourist never left him, the culture an odd sense of familiar yet foreign to him. It sure was pretty packed and...eventful. Surges of activity being common since the world wide phenomena took the planet by storm, the legacy of New York had never been so vibrantly paraded, especially in relation to its rather dense foundation of superhuman activity.

As if on cue, the ground beneath their feet shook, causing the masses to stumble over each other in a feeble attempt to catch their footing.We didn't say that all activity was good.

A couple blocks away seven figures emerged from a bank, all carrying bags of money. However unlike the average criminal they were dressed in elaborate costumes and those that was very familiar to New Yorkers, 6 figures emulating the persona's of the Sinister Six.

Police set up a barricade between them and the general public, however it was obvious that they were ill equipped to handle such a threat.

The young man cut into a into an alleyway, running as fast a he can away from the public eye. As they say, the die has been cast.

 

[The Mad Queen]

R'Gildine/Spitfire: New York City
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New York may have been the city that never slept, but R'Gildine lay fast asleep in her bed, as did the dog at the foot of her bed.

Spoiler: The Dog

Her ears pricked up and she barked at R'Gildine, who remained asleep. In response the dog jumped up onto the bed and licked her face. R'Gildine giggled and slowly opened her eyes to see the dog standing over her.

The dog had been a stray she'd seen wandering the streets of New York and just had to take it in, she didn't even have a name for her yet. That was a week ago. R'Gildine sat up in the bed as the puggle started to bark, turning it's attention to the police radio

"All units, all units. Robbery in progress." A woman's voice said. Before she could continue, R'Gildine jumped out of bed, nearly throwing the puggle across the room with the covers on her bed and rushed into the bathroom, changing as quickly as possible into her Spitfire costume.

"Erm...Dog?" She said, fixing one of her arms "Watch the apartment while I'm savin' the world, okay?" She asked with a nervous half-smile
The puggle barked in response
"I'll take that as a yes." She smiled, rushing out of the back of the house, and after making sure that no one saw her she took off, flying across the skies of New York and towards the bank.

Touching down in front of the police barricade she waved at the robbers.
"Hi gang." She said with a smile, masking her voice so that it sounded deeper "Making a withdrawal?" She paused, clenching her fists "My name's Spitfire and I'm going to count to ten. If by ten, you haven't put that money back I'm gonna...Well, you get the idea."

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Hugh Kraus/Captain Robor: Hell's Kitchen, New York City​

Hugh strolled down a street with a spring in his step, and a cheesy grin on his face. A month ago, he was a frail old man lying on his deathbed but now he felt more alive than ever.

He waved at strangers walking by and headed into a nearby diner. He whistled as he walked through the door and sat down.

A waitress, a woman in her late forties with curly hair approached him.

"Gee, someone's having a good day." She smiled
"Oh, it's better than good." Hugh said, his voice had a very soft German accent. It had faded over-time as he'd lived in America and travelled the globe as a hero.
"What'll it be?" The woman asked
"Give me a cup of coffee and a big slice of the sweetest, most sugar-filled pie you've got in here." He chuckled "Plenty of that whipped cream stuff on the side."

A month ago he couldn't drink coffee, nor enjoy foods high in sugar, for dying body wouldn't have agreed with him.

When the woman gave him a blank stare in response to his order he simply sighed
"I'm starting a diet next week." He lied "And I want to get my fill of sweet stuff before I start."
"Seriously?" The waitress asked "You don't look like you need to lose any weight."
"Yeah, I know. It's one of those weird all natural diets. My sister talked me into it." He lied again, sighing heavily

The waitress nodded in response and left his table, walking back into the kitchen to collect his order. She returned moments later, setting it down in front of him.
"There you go, hon." She smiled
To a regular New Yorker it would have tasted artificial and a little bit greasy but Hugh savoured it, to him it was the most beautiful thing he had tasted in years.

 

[Epiphany]

Bryony Beckett

"Did you feel something?"

"No, I don't...but I feel that!"

Sitting on a park bench in Central Park, two remarkably identical redheads grab each other by the shoulders to stabilize themselves. The ground rocks and sways for a moment before finally settling down. After glancing over each other, both redheads reach for a phone. With an identical glower, they rock/paper/scissors and the winner puts in a call.

"This is Bry speaking," comes the crisp voice over the other end of the line.

"Oi! Earthquake in Central Park!" says the first redhead. The second spots a young man sprinting by in a hurry and lifts an eyebrow. "Might not be local to Central Park though."

"On my way!"

Meanwhile, the two redheads get texts from a group conversation on Message. Evidently, one of herselves happened to be by a police car while purchasing a hot dog and heard the rallying cry to assemble outside of the bank. Something about an infamous supervillian gang going in to rob a bank. By the time the police have an effective barricade in place, a number of redheads have assembled in the crowds. They all draw together, though, when one more arrives by taxi. One by one, they approach the new arrival and vanish. Until only a redhead in blue jeans and a hoodie remains.

Nodding once, having assembled herselves once more, Bryony Beckett spreads her hands and is joined by several more of herselves. One by one, they deploy through the crowds to reach nearby buildings and their rooftops, position themselves by streets and alleyways. And one of them stands to the side, using a smart phone to rapidly look up all she can on the Sinister Six. If any of their numbers are vulnerable to a good mobbing, then she had an obvious way to contribute. Otherwise, her best hope is to wait for more superheroes to arrive and offer to assist.

Then Spitfire arrives and Bryony smiles, creeping closer to the barricade, ready to lend a hand.

 

[The Mad Queen]

Bryony Beckett

"Did you feel something?"

"No, I don't...but I feel that!"

Sitting on a park bench in Central Park, two remarkably identical redheads grab each other by the shoulders to stabilize themselves. The ground rocks and sways for a moment before finally settling down. After glancing over each other, both redheads reach for a phone. With an identical glower, they rock/paper/scissors and the winner puts in a call.

"This is Bry speaking," comes the crisp voice over the other end of the line.

"Oi! Earthquake in Central Park!" says the first redhead. The second spots a young man sprinting by in a hurry and lifts an eyebrow. "Might not be local to Central Park though."

"On my way!"

Meanwhile, the two redheads get texts from a group conversation on Message. Evidently, one of herselves happened to be by a police car while purchasing a hot dog and heard the rallying cry to assemble outside of the bank. Something about an infamous supervillian gang going in to rob a bank. By the time the police have an effective barricade in place, a number of redheads have assembled in the crowds. They all draw together, though, when one more arrives by taxi. One by one, they approach the new arrival and vanish. Until only a redhead in blue jeans and a hoodie remains.

Nodding once, having assembled herselves once more, Bryony Beckett spreads her hands and is joined by several more of herselves. One by one, they deploy through the crowds to reach nearby buildings and their rooftops, position themselves by streets and alleyways. And one of them stands to the side, using a smart phone to rapidly look up all she can on the Sinister Six. If any of their numbers are vulnerable to a good mobbing, then she had an obvious way to contribute. Otherwise, her best hope is to wait for more superheroes to arrive and offer to assist.

Then Spitfire arrives and Bryony smiles, creeping closer to the barricade, ready to lend a hand.

R'Gildine/Spitfire
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Seeing some possible reinforcements arrive, Spitfire grinned at the robbers.
"Some super-friends of mine just showed up, so now I'm gonna start counting. Okay?"
She didn't wait for a response from the Sinister Six, she just started counting "One." She said, slowly and almost mockingly "Two. Two and a half, three..."

In her head, there was a part of her that didn't want a fight. Not because she felt like she was outclassed, but she was afraid of the robbers using the surrounding civilians as a distraction, putting them in danger or even using them as living shields in order to make their escape. She clenched her left hand into a tight fist, lowering it to her waist and starting to charge with with energy.

"Four." She continued counting.

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[The Fantasy Incentive]

The six individuals stood before the forces that would attempt to interrupt their robbery in progress proudly, wearing uniforms synonymous with the previous iteration of the original Spiderman's famed rouges gallery members. As much as their versions were more modern and practical versions of their ancestors the message that was to be sent with these costumes were conveyed clearly to the public eye. One does not just take the mantle of a previous hero or villain with the intention of displaying exactly why they had been chosen for the job. So the fact that they chose these costumes specifically meant that they meant business.

A seventh individual however stood behind them, rather than present himself he rather allow for the six more recognizable characters to be noticed. The front line consisted of the imitations of Kraven the Hunter, Doctor Octopus, Vulture, Electro, Mysterio, and the Sandman with all of their identities covered with masks. Their combat suits had different stylistic designs specific to the personal however on a basis shared similar traits, mainly being crafted combat suits with differences being able to tell them apart and to enhance their aesthetic.

Kraven was the first to speak, brandishing two energy emitting daggers that lined the edges of the blade: "The only place anyone else here will be going is to the morgue, with us walking out of here." He threatened, his voice brimming with an accent.. "Together we are at the top of the food chain, the apex predators of this cowardly world. How exactly could you believe you could climb up the line to our level?"

"If you walk away now you will not be any harm done to you or the cops, we cannot promise that if you continue to stand in our way. We are used to enemies the like are a little above you skill level," Doc Ock warned.

 

[TheMilkMan]

Alex had lived in New York all his life and explored every nook and cranny of it. But one place he never explored was the sky. Sure occasionally flew a drone above the skyline and took a couple photos but it was an entirely different experience actually being up there in person.

Well, not actually in person. Although Alex's conscious was flying sky high in the skies of New York, his body was actually comfortably laying down on a sofa in his workshop.That was one of the perks of his powers, never actually having to get in on the action.

Up here he was free as a bird. As he flew past a plane, waving to the passengers he heard something on a hijacked police broadcast signal that caught his attention. Something about the sinister six. This was interesting, as Alex was sure that the sinister six had retired, along with most of the classic villains. Alex did a 180 back flip in the air and started flying in the direction of the bank, as this was something he had to witness.

When he was above the bank he decided to stay in the air and scout out the scene before heading in. He flew up high where he was certain that he wouldn't be seen and zoomed in on the scene with his enhanced robotic vision. From what he could see there were indeed six figures exiting the bank, but something felt off about them. He wasn't sure what it was but they looked different from the sinister six he saw on the news many times as a child. As he watched he saw multiple figures arrive on the scene, presumably to thwart the robbers themselves. "Good, less work for me to do"

He decided he would just hang back and watch, ready to intervene if he was needed, as it looked like these heroes already had it covered.

 

[The Mad Queen]

The six individuals stood before the forces that would attempt to interrupt their robbery in progress proudly, wearing uniforms synonymous with the previous iteration of the original Spiderman's famed rouges gallery members. As much as their versions were more modern and practical versions of their ancestors the message that was to be sent with these costumes were conveyed clearly to the public eye. One does not just take the mantle of a previous hero or villain with the intention of displaying exactly why they had been chosen for the job. So the fact that they chose these costumes specifically meant that they meant business.

A seventh individual however stood behind them, rather than present himself he rather allow for the six more recognizable characters to be noticed. The front line consisted of the imitations of Kraven the Hunter, Doctor Octopus, Vulture, Electro, Mysterio, and the Sandman with all of their identities covered with masks. Their combat suits had different stylistic designs specific to the personal however on a basis shared similar traits, mainly being crafted combat suits with differences being able to tell them apart and to enhance their aesthetic.

Kraven was the first to speak, brandishing two energy emitting daggers that lined the edges of the blade: "The only place anyone else here will be going is to the morgue, with us walking out of here." He threatened, his voice brimming with an accent.. "Together we are at the top of the food chain, the apex predators of this cowardly world. How exactly could you believe you could climb up the line to our level?"

"If you walk away now you will not be any harm done to you or the cops, we cannot promise that if you continue to stand in our way. We are used to enemies the like are a little above you skill level," Doc Ock warned.

R'Gildine/Spitfire
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"Three." R'Gildine sighed "C'mon guys, I've got a puppy at home and I'm not sure if she's house-trained. The longer this takes, the bigger a mess I'll probably have to clean up." She said in a sarcastic tone.

Despite her tone of voice, in her mind she was taking the threat very seriously, constantly processing different scenarios and studying all seven characters. She put it together that the seventh one, the one hiding his face was probably the leader or simply someone the Six were going to try and protect.

"Two and a half." She said, tapping her foot but keeping her hands behind her back, charging them with energy "Can't promise anyone will be going to the morgue today, but you lot will sure as hell be going to the emergency ward." She said "Two."

Taking in her surroundings, R'Gildine cleared her throat "I'll stop the counting for now, as I just have one question. If you're so out of my league...Why are you guys just robbing a bank? I mean, military bases, SHIELD, Stark Enterprises...That vault full of gold that every thief wants to get their hands on."

She paced back and fourth across the street "Why a bank in New York? What's the deal?" She asked with a raised eyebrow and a slightly mocking and sarcastic tone. Hoping that her blabbing had caught the villain's attention, and knowing that there was backup on the scene R'Gildine blasted two large fistfuls of pure plasma energy.

One blast was aimed at The Sandman but the other was aimed for The Vulture's feet.

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[Darth Tangent]

Students poured out of Midtown minutes after the final bell rang. Different people talking with each other, walking home, or waiting for a ride. All having their own worries, most of them school related. This was Kaine's life just a month ago. Now he watched longingly on top of a building a few blocks down as old school friends went on with normal lives. Whether he wanted it or not, Kaine's new powers came with more responsibility. He sighed, stretching all six of his arms before rolling his shoulders. He tried reassuring himself for the twentieth time since The Pulse. "Normal is overrated anyway, KP. Everything isn't so bad."

With that final thought, an explosion erupted several blocks away from the school. Smoke swirled into the air as civilians stumbled about from the resulting earthquake. Kaine's attention snapped to the direction of the smoke. Police vehicles rushed down the streets of New York to the danger. Without hesitation, he jumped off of the building he was on and followed the police via web slinging. Kaine hoped his uncle Paris was also on his way to the scene. Two spider totems are usually better than one.

The police cars came to a screeching halt in front of a bank where a barricade had already been set up. Seeing from afar the state of the situation, Kaine landed on a building right as he turned a corner onto the street. He jumped across stores and other buildings until he found a good vantage point. Taking a closer look at the bank, his eight eyes found Spitfire confronting seven culprits dressed like the old Sinister Six. "Woooow. Only a month and people are imitating Grandpa's old foes. Real sad," he whispered, crossing his top pair of arms as the other four stayed at his sides. Kaine wanted to wait for Paris to show up as well, for a fight hadn't broken out yet. It seemed others also enjoyed a bit of hero-villain banter. However, within a minute, Spitfire threw the first attack with energy blasts at the imitation Sandman and Vulture. Quickly he began thinking.

"Well if I assume they're anything like the originals, my best bets are imitation Ock and Fishbowl. Kraven could pose a problem skill wise and I don't have insulated webbing like Paris. A perfect moment or if she gets in trouble is ideal." Kaine readied himself to, quite literally, jump into the fray.
The Fantasy Incentive DankWaffles The Mad Queen TheMilkMan

 

[rooke]

Kaikoa Grant

The Pulse. The event that changed the lives of many people all over the earth. Some for worse, some for better. Kaikoa believed that the pulse was the best thing that could have happened to him; taking it as a chance to do what is right and help countless people like the heroes of old. Previously, he had lived his entire life in southern California and was working a crap job for a living. But after the Pulse Kai moved to New York in the hopes of joining an institution to help him control his new found powers.

On this particular day, the young man wasn't looking for any trouble but New York always had some sort of crime at all hours. Kaikoa was walking home after a full shift. Still not too keen on the subway system, Kai found that walking was the best way to get around the city without taking a taxi. Plugging in his headphones and pulling down the brim of his NY Jets hat, he traveled towards his current place of residence with not a single worry on his mind. Falling into his own little bubble of a world, Kaikoa strolled to the beat of the music while fidgeting with a coin shaped construct in his jacket pocket.

He was so absorbed into his bubble, that he initially failed to notice the people around him had stopped at a police barricade. Removing an earphone, he gently nudged the man in front of him with a "What's going on?"

"Robbery. Some hero seems to be facing off against them." He said casually. "I hope they hurry it up, I could do without a further delay."

Slightly taken aback by the casualness of the man's statement, Kaikoa took a second to register what was relayed to him. With a quick "Thanks." and head nod to the man in front of him, the young man started pushing through the crowd to try and see the action for himself. Once he was as close as possible, he scanned the scene before him. 7 on 1 hardly seems fair, he thought. Clearly, whoever the hero was could take care of herself, as she had thrown a pair of plasma blasts at two of the robbers, but the odds didn't seem to be in her favor. Maybe I should jump in and help? That's probably a bad idea. But it could get you noticed by SHIELD or someone, he pondered while ultimately deciding to be a spectator unless he saw a need to help.

I wonder how many people in the crowd were affected by the Pulse?

 

[The Fantasy Incentive]

The incarnations of the previous villains simply stood tall in the face of an obstruction of their goals, almost if they were anticipating the action. No not anticipating, but EXPECTING it. Infact one could say they had been itching for confrontation, the sounds of their voices cracking with excitement with every word they spoke. Chills ran deep within the spines of the police officers when they heard the tone of voice, a couple of them screaming to the public to get back just before the six release their ode to joy at the behest of the safety of....well....everyone besides them.

In symphonic display of destruction, they all reacted to Spitfire's attack rather quickly. The Vulture for one shot skyward while the Sandman simply stomped on the ground, which resulted in the solid structures beneath his feet breaking down into a coalition of minuscule rocks that eventually came together to form a dense barrier. However he wouldn't stop there, continuing to convert the land around them into his own malicious playground throughout toward the blockade, sinking the cars and the blockade in to the ground before spikes would and impale the police cars through the hoods. One by one explosions rocked the area as the cars spread fiery debris throughout the air.

Kraven sniffed the air while staying back with the seventh individual, noticing the presence of other individuals. He smiled, "Well it seems that our party has attracted more guests," he stated pointing them out to Mysterio, Doc Oc, and Electro with a subtle head nod.

Electro chuckled, "Well then, lets roll out the appetizers shall we!?" He said attacking the metal suit in the air with a bolt of electricity. Doc Oc simultaneously gripped a large chunk of earth and launched it towards Kaine. Meanwhile Mysterio took control over the cops in the area, causing them to turn their attentions and weapons upon the crowds. "Lets keep them busy shall we?"

 

[Inactive User 002]

Wind whistled past Nari's body as she chased after a car she had seen two men break into while doing some tests on her flight suit. Instead of continuing on as she normally would have she had decided that she was ready for some actual superhero antics. She was able to keep up with the car however stopping it proved a bit of a conundrum. After a while she was getting a bit annoyed especially since their was a bank robbery going on with some actual villains.

A few minutes after the call came in about the bank robbery Nari decided to try and end this quickly. Pulling up next to the car she tapped on the window, "excuse me could you pull over and give up? I have something more important to do." Clearly the crook didn't appreciate what she said responding with a, "screw off suit!" After this the crook jerked the steering wheel trying to hit her. Nari quickly raised her altitude leaving the crook to plow directly into a lamp post.

Landing next to the car Nari peaked in to make sure the guy was still okay and he was but he was definitely in a lot of pain. It didn't really bother her though guy got what he deserved and the owner would get compensated. "Hey moron remember to keep your eyes on the road, oh and don't forget to swap insurance." she said giving a great big grin before leaving. Flying as fast as she could she really wanted a piece of those bank robbers before some other hero got to them.

 

[Abyss]

Hadrian Auris aka 'Shade'
Starting Location: Jude's Apartment, Hell's Kitchen.
End Location: JPMORGAN CHASE & CO, New York City.
Interactions: Open


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Hadrian Auris sits crosslegged on the floor of Jude's apartment, sorting through various boxes filled with stolen goods. Surrounding him as per usual are the various lesser shadows that tend to congregate in his presence when he isn't actively pushing them away, and those that aren't helping their master with his project occupy themselves with either climbing the furniture or pestering Jude. Getting a reaction from Hadrian's roommate is an extremely popular pastime for the shadow beings; they're like cats who gravitate towards those who are allergic.

Hadrian is trying to look over a painting from some famous artist to determine whether he wants to hang it up or add it to the collection of others that will be going up for auction, while his partner in crime Jude lounges on the couch, his trademark notebook in hand while he attempts to go through a list of the latest job requests. "We have another request fro—" Jude cuts short as one of the many imps perched on the couch suddenly jumps onto his lap and makes a motion to grab the notebook. "Shoo!" Jude swats at the offending imp with his notebook, only for it to leap into the nearest shadow and pop out from the one his head casts on the wall with it's mouth sretched in a mischievous grin. "Hadrian, deal with these—THINGS!"

"Leave Jude alone. If you can't behave I'll send you back." The threat of banishment has an immediate effect on all of the shadow beings; suddenly they're all focused on working and none of them so much as give a glance towards at the sole human in the room. They'll fall out of order enventually of course, but it's a massive improvement none the less.

"Thanks. Now back to what I was trying to say. You remember Sarah Hotchkins right?"

"The lady with the shrunken head collection, what about her?" Hadrian moves on to sort through one of the last remaining boxes. This one is filled with mainly with prehistoric fossils from a museum in Canada, and he sets aside a few pieces that won't be making to the auction house. It's been a while since he visited home, but he's pretty sure that Mason is still really into dinosaurs; he's sure to go crazy when Hadrian shows up with a real raptor claw. There's also jewelry set aside for Kara, who'd sold most of hers a couple years ago so she could have a working laptop for school.

"Yeah, that's the one. Well it seems she's got another offer for you: She was outbid in the last auction by a rival collector Nathan Zendermen, and she wants you to grab the items from his personal collection." Jude adjusts his glasses and flips to the next page. "He has an estate in England where he keeps most of his stuff, and you'd be transporting a few basic artifacts along with a... mummy." The human's nose crinkles with distaste, like he's trying to imagine why someone would ever want to keep a corpse. Hadrian can think of a few reasons.

"Why am I not surprised she'd want something like that. Might as well do it though; sneaking a mummy from the other side of the world could be interesting." Well, about as interesting as popping through a couple portals could be anyways. Not that most buyers were even aware of how exactly their shipments were able to arrive so quickly. As long as they got what they wanted, most people seemed fine to let the subject be.

Silently ordering some of the lesser shadows to pack up the remaining objects, Hadrian is finally finished deciding what he'll be selling off from his hoard. He gets up and sits himself onto the other end of the couch, and sensing an opportunity the remaining lesser shadows abandon their current activities to gather round; each trying to find a spot somewhere on his lap or shoulder. Even the blimps, which usually hover in the air descend for a brief rest. Hadrian still isn't quite sure what a their normal behaviour is supposed to be like, but the shadows in general tend to cling whenever given the chance.

Hadrian picks turns on the new flatscreen, flipping through channels until he stops on one of the various news stations as a familiar location catches his eye:

"This is Angela Greeves reporting for the CBS News. It appeares that a situation has just broken out in front of the JPMORGAN CHASE & CO bank, where a group of six individuals looking remarkably like the Sinsister Six themselves have just been spotted at the scene—and it appears they've already been engaged by the individual Spitfire....

Grabbing the nearest camera from the kitchen Hadrian transforms from his physical body into the more malleable form of a shadow, relishing the sensation that is freedom from the flesh. "I'll be back once this over." He doesn't need to say anything else before he dives through a shadow portal, appearing in a dark lit alleyway near the location of the bank. Documenting fights between supers is always a valuable opportunity, especially with the new demand on information regarding the Pulse Generation.​

(Hope you don't mind that I picked the bank.)​

 

[Epiphany]

Bryony Beckett

rooke
As Kaikoa approaches the police barricade and sizes up the situation, a redhead with an accent leans close. "You might want to leave while you can. This looks like it's about to go tits up." Seconds before, of course, it does. At which point the redhead yells "Run!"...at the same time several other redheads, who all look remarkably alike. Looks like at least one more affected by the Pulse and, despite her cry, she's not running either.

The Fantasy Incentive
As the super villains burst into action, Bryony shifts into action! There's nothing she can do about the car explosions. But as seconds pass, more and more redheads in jeans and hoodies arrive on scene. And if they can't directly confront the Sinister Six throwing explosions and flying and mind-controlling people, they can certainly act on the effects.

Bryonys' grab the arms of spectators still stupid enough to watch, shoving them away from the crime scene. Others scatter the flaming debris, keeping them on the pavement and away from anything that might catch fire. And last, dozens of redheads tackle the police officers when they start aiming guns at the bystanders instead of the bad guys.

Abyss
Upon emerging from that shadow portal in that dark lit alleyway, there's a redhead in a hoodie standing at its entrance, watching the bank. On the other side of the street, there's another redhead in exactly the same clothes watching the entrance to that alley way as well. Neither have noticed him, nor are they likely to if he's sneaky, but it's not hard to spot there's even more of that redhead mixed in with the crowds fleeing the area.

 

[Darth Tangent]

Even with Kaine already seeing Ock grab and toss the chunk of concrete, the all too familiar tingling sensation in the back of his skull flared. He couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed that such an obvious attack alerted his Spider Sense, but that feeling was quickly erased. The concrete was easily sidestepped by Kaine without a second thought, keeping his eyes on the imitations. Directly after it passed his body, the talons on all of his hands drew themselves in preparation for battle. He extended all six of arms and did the classic 'come at me' gesture with a head tilt. Kaine shouted from atop the building in his new voice that was similar to Blue Beetle in Injustice 2, "The originals were better!" With that, he began rapidly shooting wads of webbing at Mysterio, Ock, Kraven, and the mystery seventh accomplice while running across nearby buildings closer and closer to the bank. It was his attempt at luring at least one of them away from the group. If none of them took the bait, at least suppressing fire would serve some use. Rushing into the group was a sure fire way of losing. Maybe Peter or Paris could handle that, but Kaine was not that confident in his combat skills.

 

[The Mad Queen]

R'Gildine/Spitfire
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Seeing that some of her backup, (including dozens of seemingly identical redheads!) were taking care of the civilians, Spitfire continued to focus her attention on the seven villains. Seeing that Sandman had blocked her attack annoyed her, but Vulture dodging it was what she expected.

She made a mental note to talk to one of the redheads later. She wondered if they were like the former X-Factor member James Madrox as she continued to throw energy blasts at the Vulture's feet, trying to lure him into the air while she fired actual plasma blasts towards Doc Oc and Mysterio.

From what she had seen, the past version of Mysterio was a master illusionist who lacked other superpowers and Doc Ock was enhanced only by his cybernetics, making him slightly weaker than the rest of the group. His real power came from his intellect rather than strength. Thinking quickly, she switched to blasts of electricity and fired them at Ock's cybernetic limbs in an attempt to fry them.

Epiphany The Fantasy Incentive Abyss

 

[Abyss]

'Shade' aka Hadrian Auris
Location: JPMORGAN CHASE & CO, New York
Interactions: Open
Mentions: The Mad Queen Epiphany Darth Tangent TheMilkMan

Melded into the shadows of the alleyway nearest to the bank targeted by Sinister Six 2.0, 'Shade' quickly switches to his shadowsight upon catching sight of the red haired individual standing at the alley's entrance. Although more practical for stealth than using his 'eyes' to see, what remains of his human vestiges loathes the sudden plunge into the chromatic landscape; where darkness hovers at the edges of his vision, as if threatening to encompass what light remains.​

The living shadow moves the camera to within his 'head' so that the object's body is shielded and only the lens remains visible; sticking out of what would be the traditional space for an eye. Seven lesser Shadow Goblins—creatures similar to imps but smarter and twice the size—are prepared likewise and already on the move to better positions. They will record video footage on their targets from various angles and locations nearest the action, but under no circumstance are they to reveal their location. It is doubtful that surveying this area during such a chaotic ordeal is likely to be noticed, but the practice of keeping the team organized may prove beneficial later.

As 'Shade' moves along the shadow of a building to keep up with the action, he takes note of several more identical redheads performing various tasks: escorting civilians, tackling police officers, and even a few positioned at useful vantage points that he himself might have chosen to occupy. They moved with purpose and in an organized fashion that would have tipped him off to group collaboration even if the identical features hadn't. There's not long to dwell on these thoughts, but possible explanations including clones, robots, and duplicates come to mind. Keep on the lookout for any sort of controller. I want to know if these 'Reds' are independent thinkers or operating as a hive mind. Seeing an opportunity to test the skills of his other minions 'Shade' calls forth several dozen small blimps; varying from the size of a marble to a ping-pong ball they've been useless in combat so far. But they might be able to prove useful as tracking devices, one blimp for every Red. I'll be able to sense the general pattern of the 'Reds' movement and look for any outliers that might be serving as the 'head' of this movement. Putting their master's plan in motion the blimps scatter, using the shadows of objects and people alike as they search out the locations of their assigned targets.

'Shade' then returns his focus back to recording the more prominent figures, and almost immediately the mocking taunt of another player joining the fray attracts his attention. The living shadow turns his focused shadowsight to illuminate the figure of an individual resembling Spider-Man—if he were perhaps actually a man shaped arachnid like the name suggested—slinging his way across buildings while pelting various members of the Sinister Six with webs. Well, it would appear we've finally a spider to complete the set.​

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[The Mad Queen]

Hugh Kraus/Captain Robor: Hell's Kitchen, New York City​

Seeing the robbery in progress on the news, Hugh sighed heavily as he placed another forkful of the pie in his mouth. The second generation of the Sinister Six, with another figure who was as yet unknown to the authorities were engaging in battle with a group of young superheroes. Spitfire was among them, as well as a few other heroes he didn't recognise.

He hadn't faced the Sinister Six, but he had gone toe-to-toe with a few of it's members back when he was Captain Cerebrum.
"Gosh, I hope those Pulse kids can handle that." The waitress said as she offered Hugh another cup of coffee. He graciously accepted, savouring the cheap coffee like it had been brewed by the Gods themselves rather than an underpaid waitress.
"I'm sure they're fine." Hugh said with a smile

The fight had peaked his interest, although he told himself that the new generation would not survive the great catastrophe, and neither would the robbers perhaps he had a use for them. He did not want to feed off of the heroes, for most of them were children in his eyes. Maybe when the catastrophe arrived he would be rallying them, their children, or even their grandchildren to defend the planet.

The robbers were expendable, perhaps he could use their life-force to power himself? He had only had his new abilities for a month and he needed to test his peak performance.

While deep in thought, Hugh finished his coffee and headed out of the diner, leaving a large tip and walked deeper into the city. While still wearing his civilian clothes he headed in the direction of the bank with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face, whistling a tune to pass the time.

 

[The Fantasy Incentive]

It seems as if their teamwork was much more of a focal point than even the original Sinister Six, which admittedly isn't even that hard to do when you think about it.

They worked in tandom against whatever forces came their way, divided their attention when they needed it, and unified when it as necessary. It all seemed... pre-planned, calculated somehow. While experienced heroes and cops picked this up it might not be in the thoughts of those who weren't so lucky. That seemed to make the villains even more excited, fresh meat, as they would say.

The Sandman's focused more on defense and devastating attacks, covering Mysterio from Spitfire's attack with a dense sheet of Earth converted into sand, while Electro on the other hand left himself open, seemingly glad to take whatever Spitfire could dish out.

The energy sent him skidding backward however a laugh would ring out from underneath his mask."Oh yeah that's the stuff!" He said before unleashing a torrent of his own energy, seemingly amped up with her plasma blasts.

The Vulture on the other hand noticed an it's bitsy spider running along the wall and with an outstretched wing directed a splice to wind in an attempt knock him off his balance. Before sending another wave to beat him against the wall viscously, doing the same to Spitfire.

Kraven protected the seventh individual, seemingly looming over their small stature, using his energy enhanced weapons to intercept the website with his enhanced reflexes. However Doc Ock was not so lucky as he was pinned by webs, but was covered from any more fire by Sandman who raised a wall of sand around him intercepting Spitfire's blast.

Kraven sniffs out the area once more and notices an overwhelming scent before watching Mysterio telekinetically lift a debris and fling it at Brys clones."Please Spider withhold your quips. We are the new improved Sinister Six! You look to us as if we were the past but you remain blind to the future!"

Kraven detects another smell before reaching into one of his holsters and flings a very fast moving projectile toward a back alley.

 

[DankWaffles]

Paris Parker

mentions: Darth Tangent The Fantasy Incentive The Mad Queen Epiphany

"Alright class, for homework tonight I want you all to complete questions 1 to 30--and remember use your textbooks!", at that moment the bell that dismissed the whole school for the day rung--"...class dismissed.", the teacher concluded. Everybody in Chemistry class--at that point--rushed from their seats and fled to the main doors of the school. Most kids planned their evening with their friends and then escaped to their transportation. For Paris however, he was still at his locker, grabbing his needed materials to complete the assigned homework and shoving them into his backpack. After a quick glance over, Paris concluded that he had everything he needed and proceeded to close his locker, which automatically locked once closed. After a few goodbyes to the teachers, Paris finally made it out and into the open city that was New York. "Tonight might just be quiet.", Paris' thought echoed. Only seconds away from hopping over the 15 foot fence that separated the school from the football field, Paris' phone rang. "Spider-Man, Spider-Man, does whatever a spider can.", the ringtone sang. Paris strategically set that ringtone to only when his father calls, which meant something bad was happening. "What does dad usually say, can't catch a break?", his thought buzzed his mind.

Paris dug through his pockets to get his phone out and answer his dad's call in time. "Hello, Parker Industries, how may we help you?", Paris joked as he answered. "I didn't know you were going to school to become a comedian?", his father countered. Paris remained quiet, waiting for his father to get to the point of the call. "Anyways, there's a robbery at CHASE Bank...I think your nephew may need Spider-Man's help.", his dad proposed. At that very moment, a sense of heroism arose over Paris, as it does every time he needs to suit up. Even when Paris was announced that he'd replace his father in the role of Spider-Man, that same feeling was present. Now, however, was not the time to reminisce on the past...after all, Paris had villains to catch.

He immediately darted for the alleyway in-between the school and the next door pizza shop, which was also a local hangout for students. Down into the alley, Paris threw his backpack onto the asphalt ground and ripped it open--not literally. Inside of his book bag was his Spider-Man suit, hidden in a little pouch that he crafted. He reached inside, pulled his suit out, put it on, and tossed his back pack to the wall--accompanied by a quick shot of his webbing to secure it there--and just like that, he was off.

As Paris now drew closer to the location of the robbery, he could hear the sounds of sirens, gunfire, and the pedestrians below cheering him on. "Another reason to love New York.", he thought aloud, and he wasn't wrong. When the people of New York chant "Spider-Man", it brings nothing but motivation, confidence, and joy to Paris. With a few more strands of webbing to sling him along, Paris eventually landed on the roof of the bank and began an observation of what was happening. Below were multiple red-headed figures directing pedestrians out of the line of fire, along with Spitfire, who is frequently being monitored by Parker Industries. Also below were the reincarnations of the Sinister Six (as of now, Paris is unaware of the seventh individual) and across from Paris was his very own nephew, along with the Vulture who was hot on his tail. "Welp, better now than never.", Paris mumbled.

He got into position and lowered himself behind Electro--about eye-height--in the traditional upside down Spider-Man position. "Hey Sparky! hasn't your mom ever taught you not to play with electricity?", he taunted. Giving no time for Electro to react, Paris flung himself over Electro's head and to the side of where the Police were firing on bystanders. His suit's A.I. programming automatically equipped the appropriate webbing option, which was rapid fire mode. Abruptly, the web-shooters' rapid fire burst out and at the officers, smothering them and their weapons in web. "Ay, Sparky! hit me with your best shot!", Spidey teased. Paris lowered himself to the ground in an agile stance preparing himself for an attack.

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[The Mad Queen]

R'Gildine/Spitfire: New York City
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Spitfire managed to dodge Electro's attack by mere inches but one of his blasts singed a lock of her hair. Gritting her teeth she focused her attention back on Vulture, throwing projectiles at him. The Sinister Six, as well as the seventh individual who was holding back were far more organised than the heroes. Either they had been working together for a long time or they had some kind of telekinesis.

The heroes on the other hand were sporadic, unfocused. If they wanted to stand a chance at beating them, they had to organise. The Six were outnumbered, mostly due to the redheaded duplicates but they were laughing off all of the attacks thrown at them.

Placing one finger in her ear, Spitfire tried to tap into any nearby radio frequencies, eventually finding the local police radio.
"Hi guys." She said "Clone girl, Spider-men and anyone other heroes at the bank fighting these knock-offs...Can you hear me?" She asked with a whisper, flying further upwards in the hope that the seven supervillains below couldn't hear her.

For good measure she switched to her fire energy and tossed a fireball at the entrance to the bank, aiming for the seventh individual or failing that, Kraven.

Hugh Kraus/Captain Robor: New York City​

Hugh kept walking, cutting through a dirty alleyway with no cameras. The bank was on the other side of the city, and getting there without using his powers would take some time. He wanted to be there as the fight was ending so he could feed off of the wounded criminals, he just hoped that the younger heroes stood a chance. Either way, the criminals would be weakened from the battle and that would allow him to take them down without losing too much power. He would gain back what he used up tenfold, he hoped.

With a grin and a whistle he passed through another alleyway only to see a man waiting on the other side.
"You lost, rich boy?" He asked with gritted teeth
"No, just taking a shortcut." Hugh said with a grin, placing his hands in his pockets "What can I do for ya?"

The man drew a knife and whistled, as he did so two other men and a women approached Hugh from behind armed with baseball bats while the leader of the muggers drew a switchblade.
Hugh raised his hands out of his pockets sarcastically "You got me."

He chuckled "Leave if you know what's good for ya. I'm giving you one chance, and one chance only. Go back home and watch whatever it is idiotic low lives like you watch on television these days."
"You son of a bitch..." One of the baseball bat wielding muggers muttered, stepping up behind Hugh.

He aimed a blow for his head but Hugh dodged it with ease, grabbing the bat from the man's hands and striking him on one of his kneecaps, breaking the bat in half and knocking the man to the ground. He yelled in pain, clutching his knee.

"Ah! Christ! Get him!" He yelled
The other two baseball bat armed thugs rushed at Hugh, aiming strikes for both his kneecaps and head but he managed to dodge them both. He kicked the woman in the legs multiple times, bringing her down as a crack was heard. She yelled in pain, clutching her left leg.
He aimed a left hook for the man's face, knocking him back before grabbing him by the throat. As he prepared to feed off of him he heard something from behind.
The leader of the thugs had drawn a revolver.
"Hold it right there." He said

Thinking quickly, Hugh grabbed the downed man and used him as a shield as the leader managed to fire four shots before Hugh threw the now dead body of the thug at him. He punched the revolver from the man's hand and emptied the remaining bullets onto the ground before slowly walking towards the leader and lifting him into the air by his throat.

"I did give you a chance." He said with a heavy sigh. The lead thug screamed in pain as Hugh began to drain the lifeforce from him. Hugh shut his eyes and breathed deeply as he became even younger, transforming into a twenty year old man with superhuman sized muscles while the thug withered, turning into an old man as his screams got weaker. Hugh dropped him to the ground and grabbed the man by the chest.

"Your heart's giving out, old man." He said with a sinister grin. He clutched the man's chest tightly and he fell to the ground, clutching his chest. Hugh turned around to see the two remaining thugs trying to crawl away. Hugh walked towards them.

****
​

Hugh was now in his Captain Robor outfit, his muscles had grown even more and he clenched his left fist, seeing it glow slightly with energy. He grinned under his helmet as he passed by the alleyway, seeing the bodies of an elderly woman, two elderly men and one thug riddled with bullet-holes.

Hugh told himself that they had been armed thugs, prepared to kill just to get the contents of someone else's wallet. Had some non-powered person walked down that alleyway they might not have come out alive. The world would not miss them. Hugh had not reached peak performance, for they had only been human however he could still feel the power coursing through his veins.

"Thank you for your contribution." He told the bodies of the thugs "But I'll still need more if I am to save this planet."

The new Sinister Six would prove useful, and with his newfound power he could swoop in and finish them off alongside the younger heroes. He clenched his fists and took flight, making his way towards the bank at the speed of sound. He arrived and touched down at the police barricade to see the officers had been webbed up and tackled to the ground.

"Mysterio." He muttered with disgust under his breath. He heard a voice on the police radio.
"I hear you." He replied, his helm disguising his voice "Please tell me you have a plan." He said both over the radio and to one of the many redheaded duplicates.

The Fantasy Incentive DankWaffles Darth Tangent Epiphany
(Open interaction)

 

[rooke]

Kaikoa Grant

"-This looks like its about to go tits up." a redhead next to the young man stated as the tension in the air reached a climax. It may not have been one of his superpowers (*cough* Spiderman *cough*) but even the hero in training could tell the situation was about to get a whole lot worse.

"Yeah. Lots of people around doing nothing when they should probably run." Kaikoa replied with a chuckle as he leaned on the nearest barrier. As he instinctively tightened his grip on the barrier, it started to crumble in his hands and turn pitch black. The rest of the barrier slowly followed and formed around his skin. Just as the armor reached his neck, all hell broke loose. The Sinister Six initiated their attack, each focusing their efforts on one aspect of the surrounding battle.

The cops under Mysterio's control turned their weapons onto the crowd, prompting Kaikoa to try and take some action. What the hell are you going to be able to do on your own? You could stop maybe a couple people from getting hurt, but you can't create a wall or anything, he speculated as he charged into a police officer in an attempt to divert their attention from the public. "This is not good.." he muttered while scrambling to stay inbetween the live weapons and the civilians.

A sigh of relief escaped Obsidian as New York's very own web slinger arrived on scene, immediately solving the gun problem with the rapid fire webbing. "Holy crap that could have been bad." he said slightly ovewhelmed and in awe as he watched the carnage unfold. "Focus. Help the heroes and save people." Kai stated, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.

Pulling himself together, the rest of Kai's armor formed over his face to cover his identity. Time to kick ass, he thought as he formed a javelin and tossed it at Doc Ock. Running after it, Obsidian joined in on the fight while forming a new javelin.

Epiphany The Fantasy Incentive

 

[Epiphany]

Abyss
The redhead closest to Shade remains oblivious to his surveillance and arrival; plainly all of her attention is forward on the bank fight, particularly on the Sinister Six. She does glance around from time to time, though. Judging by her position, it's probable that she's doing surveillance of her own. Perhaps marking out escape routes if the villains flee?

As his blimps scatter and 'hook' on individual Reds, their activity is centered around a 'middle point' in the remaining crowd of civilians fleeing the scene. As the Reds grapple with the police and other Reds usher the people on the street to flee for safety, a woman trips and falls in the street. One of the Reds notices, reaches out a hand and suddenly there's another of her standing there, holding that extended hand. Releasing hands, the newest Red runs to help the fallen woman up while the first hangs back to track the fight.

The Fantasy Incentive
And what a fight it is. Bryony hangs back from directly engaging those super-powered villains. There's nothing a bunch of bodies can do against a living electrical generator or a man who can create and control sand out of any inanimate object. "Oi, heads up!" she yells as Mysterio retaliates for her grappling his controlled cops by flinging debris at herselves. Redheads scatter. Mostly. Those closely engaged with the police are too preoccupied to notice and rubble batters them and the cops to the ground, leaving them all bloodied and bruised.

For her part, Bryony runs towards her wounded selves as other selves provide cover. And, kneeling, she absorbs them one by one, flinching each time as their pain becomes her remembered pain. Enraged, she extends her hands as she extends more of herselves, scattering out to search among the downed police officers and their wrecked cars. Collecting pistols, shotguns, rifles and ammo. As the more spectacular superheroes joining the fray draw the attention of the Sinister Six, the Bryonys pull back, regroup and redistribute the weaponry they've acquired. Then they scatter until they have clear lines of sight across the street on the super villains occupying the bank.

As one, thirty or forty of herselves open fire on Mysterio, shooting from all directions and all angles.

The Mad Queen
Enraged by Mysterio's telekinetic attack, bearing the memories of a dozen of herselves being battered by him, Bryony watches as her sisters fire on the villian. Then one of herselves hurries up and hands her a police radio fetched from the cars with the guns.

"Hi guys. Clone girl, Spider-men and anyone other heroes at the bank fighting these knock-offs...Can you hear me?"

"Clone girl here," Bryony answers with an amused smirk. "Call me Effigy. Or Effy if you like. We're not doing too well, are we. Have an idea on how we might turn the tide?"

Lifting an eyebrow as Captain Robor made his entrance, Bryony says to the man and over the radio: "I have spotters keeping an eye on every escape route if they try to run. I don't fancy my chances going up against any of them directly, though. There's a lot of me but I can't sort lightning or sand. Any suggestions?"

rooke
The redhead by Obsidian smiles at his comment about civilians needing to run and then looks impressed when he turns a police barrier into armor. When all hell breaks lose, he finds his effort to stop the police aided by that redhead. And many more who look just like her. They aren't bulletproof though and his ability to soak a bullet is highly prized in drawing mind-controlled police attention, allowing hersleves to get close enough to grapple with the officers and bring them down, two or three redheads to a cop.

As Obsidian rushes in to fight the villains head on, the redheads pull back but then begin to lay down some cover fire for him using the guns they've collected from downed police.

 

[The Mad Queen]

Epiphany
"I noticed." Hugh replied with a friendly nod "Sandman might prove to be an issue, but you leave Electro to me. I can handle him.." He smiled grimly under his helmet "As for your duplicates, continue to lay down suppressing fire. It should keep the six occupied."

He spoke into the radio "Spitfire..."
"I hear you." She replied "Try to lure Sandman away from the rest of the group. I have an idea. Electro's going to be..."
"I can deal with Electro." Hugh replied rather proudly "With the right timing, I can absorb most of the electrical attacks he throws at me. It's still going to hurt like hell but I can handle it."

DankWaffles Darth Tangent
On the other end of the radio, Spitfire paused
"Spider-men?" She asked "Are either of you on this frequency? I need one of you to deal with Sandman. Use a webbed-up fire hydrant or something and I'll...Draw his fire. Or we could have it the other way around. Whichever one of us wants to be washing sand out of their uniform for the next week, I guess." She commanded with a heavy sigh.
Even if the Spider-men weren't tuned in, she hoped that one of the other heroes was listening in on the radio.
rooke Abyss

The Fantasy Incentive
She unleashed a torrent of plasma blasts at Sandman.
"Hey, Sandy!" She shouted mockingly "Guess what's rough, course, irritating and gets everywhere? Your mom!"

She was well aware that her insult made little to no sense but she hoped at least it would anger Sandman enough to draw his attention.

 

[Vsland]

Suddenly, a thick white web stuck to Paris' foot as someone yanked it back, forcing Paris to fly back towards a nearby sky scrapper. A long, pink tongue with drool dripping off of it swayed in front of his face, a low gruff breath rolling over him. "I see..." The voice began to say as Anti-Venom crawled to side of the masked hero, tilting his head to the side and leaning in with a serious face. His yellow eyes seemed to glow as his face pressed up against his mask. "You're not pure..." He began before jumping back, sticking to the wall a few centimeters away from Paris.

"But your father has more radiation in his blood. Peter got his powers externally but you...how was you even conceived? Surly your mother would have died from cancer..." He snickered lightly as three white tendrils began to poke at Paris' mask. "Perhaps I could help you...just one touch and you'll be a normal human once again, Spider-Boy."
DankWaffles​