Fall of Superheroes (In Character)

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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us">The warehouse was dilapidated and looked like it was held together by sheer willpower. The graffiti covered brick walls seem to be leaning into the interior. <span> </span>Rectangular holes were placed in equal intervals in the wall with all the glass taken out. The warehouse stood roughly three or two stories with a ladder to the rafters set in one of the support beams. The support beams were coated with rust and looked like it would be possible to catch some kind of disease from just merely touching it. Shafts of light shown through the ceiling where there were holes. The entire concrete ground was peppered with light like some kind of elaborate polka-dot pattern. </span></p>


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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us">An open padlock gate was swung wide open, exposing the interior to the outside world. Not that the outside was much better. A junkyard full of scrap and trash surrounded the warehouse. If the sight if it didn’t deter someone, the smell would certainly will. A sleeping bag and a shopping cart filled with trash laid in the corner of the warehouse. A blood splatter was on the wall next to the sleeping bag. </span></p>


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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us"><span>            </span>Ironclad felt the heat of Pleasant City underneath his metal armor. At least that was one positive thing about the location. It didn’t lack scrap metal lying around. He wore a thin layer of light metal around him, covering his entire body head to toe, leaving only a welding mask on his head. Even though he was slightly underdressed with his armor, the heat still seemed to be cooking him inside out.</span></p>


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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us"><span>            </span>Ironclad resisted the urge to remove more of his armor or else Mary would be offended or the new team would view him as less of a threat. He drummed his fat metal covered fingers on the side of his armor as he waited. A small metallic clang clamored each time he did so. Ironclad gave a glance to his companions nearby.</span></p>


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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us"><span>            </span>Mary, regal as ever in her glass armor, sat on a chair made out of glass while she stared straight ahead. Her armor resembled a dress with a long courtly skirt made out stained glass reaching down to her ankles.<span>  </span>Underneath that skirt, Ironclad knew she had more glass pressed close to her skin forming a pair of pants. The glass shimmered like diamonds with every few movements she did. Her dress wasn’t a chaotic mash of glass; instead each piece of glass was shaped to fit perfectly. It was like looking at a mirror that was cracked into a thousand pieces, but hasn’t crumbled yet. Everything was perfectly shaped leaving no exposed hole or skin, but it looked as if someone had dropped their iPhone. A glass crown sat on her head, an image reinforce idea of her being queen. The bottom half of her face was covered by stained glass, leaving her eyes exposed. Her long black hair flowed down to her shoulder, with an odd shards of glass curled within in them, allowing her to float her hair outward.<span>  </span></span></p>


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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us">A small whirl wind of glass floated around Mary, acting as a readied weapon. It was a small storm of glass of only two dozen or so shards, but the concrete ground sparkle with random glass from the windows. She possessed no lack of weapons in the warehouse.</span>


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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us">Ironclad’s left eye twitched. Another of Mary’s mutants. Oracle was an original member and was a mutant of unusual talent. She could see out of her eyes, even if they were removed from her. She had minor regeneration and would heal if her eyes were carved out, although it would take a long while. Oracle had removed his left eye and replaced it with one of her own. She could see everything he sees now, a modification that was required by Mary since he was going to be working away from her. Oracle had another minor power that probably allowed her to see in so many places, but not get her senses overload. </span></p>


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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us">The eye still functioned like his own, but it would occasionally twitch and jerk off into the wrong direction on its own. A clear sign of Oracle using the eye under her own power. Also, not to mention it still gave off spasms of pain. Oracle had carved out her eyes everytime they regenerated. There were now probably thousands of Oracle’s eyes around. She was fond of hiding them in street lamps, in stray animals, and in other people. Most of the time, they were unwilling civilians. She had a colossal surveillance monopoly in Bridgeport, but Pleasant City was free from her sight. Until now, Ironclad thought. </span></p>


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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us">Ironclad’s left eye looked drastically left and then upward before returning back to normal. Fucking Oracle. Ironclad reached up with his hand to scratch at his eye, but the eye spun wildly, a clear sign of disagreement of interest in that direction. He dropped his hand. Not even allowed to scratch my own goddamn eye. What’s next, not allowed to scratch my butt?</span></p>


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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us"><span>            </span>The three of them, four if you count Oracle were awaiting the new recruits to arrive. They had sent Shifter to all the possible new recruits to deliver a message last week. He promised them whatever it took to convince them. Some wanted money, others wanted more specialized things. Every one of them, Shifter gave them all a parting gift of ten thousand dollars, just for talking to him. Money wasn’t a big issue for the Sharpers. But Mary hasn’t always kept her promises for the more specific things. Ironclad darkly thought back to Angela.</span></p>


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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us">“Look at this Mara! If you pour this thingamobber into the whatchamakallait, it’ll do this!” Juicer exclaimed excitedly while gesturing with the vial he was holding. Everytime Juicer made an erratic motion, Mara jumped a bit, fearful that the liquid would splash onto her skin. Mara nodded slowly, pretending she understood what he was yammering about. </span></p>


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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us">Juicebox repeated the process again, causing more smoke to cough into the air. One of the sparks landed precariously on Juicer’s wild red hair. She stared it for a while, dumbfounded as how one could be so careless with so many dangerous materials. For all his unpredictable motions and dislike of safety gear, he never seemed to get himself injured in any way shape or form. She once saw him juggle two different acidic substances and two explosive substances while playing soccer. He was an idiot with a powerful mutation. </span></p>


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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us">Mara on the other moved slow as a glacier, measured everything four times, and wore enough safety equipment to make her look viable to enter a radiation zone. Yet, she still had the left side of her hair burnt off. Not because Juicer madea mistake, it was because she made one. The man didn’t even bother to wear a shirt as he messed around with enough dangerous substances to poison the entire city. He was in duck boxers and duck sandals. He held a skinny frame and was slighty hunched over as he did his work. </span></p>


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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us">“Lookeee here Mara! Success! We got a brand new batch for the boys to try out!” Juicebox held up the new purple liquid in the cup, proudly displaying his work. He grinned at Mara, looking for her approval.</span></p>


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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us">Mara had spent four years working her ass off for a chemistry degree, and worked as a scientific journalist for another four years. Yet, what Juicebox developed baffled her. His knowledge of chemistry, especially in enhancement drugs, was far superior than anything she had ever encountered. He once told her he would break into cars to steal radios. How did Juicebox, become one of the most smartest men she had ever met?</span></p>


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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us">She was the definition of lab assistant since she was unable to comprehend what he was doing most of the time. The best she can do was try to get a close resemblance of his drugs before he would pick up her failed work and finish it properly. Even then, she was only capable of making one of his drugs up to a point where it wasn’t completely sewage water. She never liked how he name the only drug she could “make”, Minute Mara. It felt like he was mocking her.</span></p>


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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us">Mara dropped her replication of Juicebox’s new drug on her neat table space. It didn’t resemble his at all, but instead it shone a silvery color. She jogged after Juicebox, her longer legs overtaking him so that she arrived outside the workshop roughly the same time he did.</span></p>


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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us">“Lookee here boys! Come round come all! I got a whole new wild mouth quencher for you bastards! Its wild, its new, and it probably kicks like a bitch! Who here wants a taste? “ Juicer stood on a slightly raised stage as he waved his new drug around. His bodyguard stood nearby with a belt full of syringes at the ready. </span></p>


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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us">He was a large man. He wouldn’t accurately be described as fat nor muscular. He was just big. Everything about him was big. Big head, big body, big hands, he was just a big person. He was also a metahuman that goes by the name Breaker. His powers weren’t completely known to her, but she never really bothered to ask. His blank stare creeped her out.</span></p>


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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us">Juicebox’s warehouse was his headquarters, and dozens of his members in tents and in the nearby buildings began swarming out at his call. They whooped and hollered as they saw Juicebox at his podium. It reminded Mara of rats running out from a sunken ship. They seemed to live in a variety of places that seemed no fit for humans to live. Most of the buildings were rubble and half demolished, but people still managed to fine a nook to live in. </span></p>


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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us">“Alright! To be the first to test this baby out! It’s called, uh…” Juicebox looked around trying to find some inspiration for name before his eyes laid right on the cup. </span></p>


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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us">“Kool-aid! This new shit is called Kool-aid! If you wanna drink some Kool-aid and see the Kool-aid man dance with you, you gotta steal from those racist bastards over in the Aryan Assholedom. First Juicer that brings me something good gets first taste! Then we can bump up more shit so everyone can taste the Kool-Aid!”</span></p>


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<span lang="en-us" xml:lang="en-us">More cheers greeted him at his proposal. Juicebox turned around to look at Mara to see her reaction. Mara gave him another forced smile, it was all for the greater good she told herself as dozens of Juicers rushed off the cause trouble. </span></p>


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Austin had been in the middle of collecting protection money from the local business owners, his power to detect weaknesses in objects and structures made him ideally suited to the task, with just one swing of his sledgehammer he could bring a man's whole livelihood crashing to the ground, when he was approached by an attractive blonde.


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She didn't look like a hooker more like one of those rich celebrity types. Austin assumed that she either had a messy divorce or spat with her partner and was looking for a one night stand or was one of them gold diggers and therefore needed some action from a real man. He was surprised to find out however that she had a proposition for him, she told him that her boss was extremely interested in his unique skill set and could offer him a vast fortune if he would come and work for her. She then handed him ten thousand dollars cash and gave him a location and a time to meet her employer should he want to take her up of her offer.


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Austin didn't like the idea of working for a woman but he was tired of knocking over shopkeepers and doing jobs for the local gangs. This city was his for the taking and if Mary could help him achieve that then so be it. Besides, it wouldn't be long before she was on her knees and answering to his every whim.


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He entered the warehouse and was met by the stare of a woman sitting on a shimmering throne. <em>Mary </em>Austin presumed. He looked around and saw two other individuals, some gang banger and a figure wearing a welders mask, clad in ill fitting armor made of pieces of metal. If this was her crew, he wasn't surprised she needed help. Both looked like complete pussies. Hopefully the other new recruits wouldn't be the same.


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[ReverseTex]

Eric Maddox- Spectre




Eric yawned, it had been a long day at work for him, he had sat through countless interviews for a new secretary. Secretaries were useless, just good for getting you shit, and telling the person calling to fuck off, or just hold. He hadn't found anyone in perticular that stood out to him, plus he had another buissness meeting with a company he was looking to invest in. His "income" from Snakehead was a large sum of money, which currently he's saved a little over 1 million for investing. But that wasn't the thrill of the night, he was going to some shady warehouse to meet people! Because everyone knows shady warehouses are the new in place to mingle, fuck Match. com!

Luckily for him, he had his suit and discs with him, which saved the drive to his apartment. He slid on the black bracelet that eventually particalized into a sleek metallic suit, with white lights, generous gift of the Divide. He took a deep, as he felt himself ease into the suit. Being apart of the Divide, the suit made him feel calm, maybe he wouldn't need to use his powers tonight, he wasn't sure how much longer his body would last. He was basically a ticking time bomb, there was the rare chance he could escape from the Divide, but he had only been twice, and he was released, not escpaed.

After about 30 minutes of roof running, and taking a wrong turn down 31st, he was at the warehouse. He touched his back, to check if his discs were there, which they were. He had lost one once, and it was a endure to get it back. But he walked in, seeing a few people were already there. He noticed Mary right away, taking note of a nickname for her, Ice Queen. She reminded him of the Queen from Narnia, that bitch who took Edmund to her palace full of wolves. He was hoping he wouldn't be Edmund tonight.​

 

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Toriks was supposed to go somewhere, but couldn't remember it for the life of him. So he decided to just mess around with his drones.


The 'whip' was by far his favourite, closely followed by his 'spider'. Both were in great condition, and didn't require any repairs. That was good, considering Toriks' funds were running low.


That triggered the memory of 'Bloody Mary'. In those few minutes, Toriks did nothing but run around in panic before poking the 'whip' drone. His eyes closed like he was falling asleep, but did not fall. Then he felt as if he was floating, and after a few miliseconds, was looking through a reticle. His drone's reticle.


Cyber calmly opened the window to his home, and vaulted through it and landed on the pavement of a small road. No one seemed to be around, that was good.


From there, Cyber made his way to where he was to meet Mary and the other recruits. The warehouse was nothing special upfront, but held imports people inside. Once inside, Cyber bowed his head slightly towards Mary, and had a look around at the other recruits. An odd bunch they were, but he couldn't exactly say much.

 

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Anne had been in the studio all day recording and it had taken a lot out of her. "Man those guys totally lied to me. Telling me I only had to work on one song today but instead we end up working on three and still aren't even close to being done!" She flopped back on her bed and closed her eyes for a moment then opened them. "Well at least I have know concerts so I can just chill out and be lazy........wait no I can't." she sat up. "I'm suppose to be going to some random warehouse." she stood up and stretched out her arms. "Oh well at least it'll be fun at least that's what the guy said." She breathed in and warm glow surround her body then with in seconds disappeared. She was now wearing a new outfit and had cat ears and a tail." She went to her dealk and put on a mask to cover her face. She then purred. "I wonder what exiting things will happen tonight."


When she arrived she made herself invisible and took a look around to see the different type of people that were there. She was in the air now standing looking from above. She then laid down ,still in the air, and laid side ways with her hand pressed against her cheek and her tail swayed back and forth and then she made herself visible. When no one noticed she purred and spoke up. "Well now this sure is a interesting bunch~Nyah" She said with mischievous tone and a innocent smile.

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Shifter was in two minds about entering as he stood before the storm drain, the fetid water running under his feet. Supposedly there was a<em> thing </em>down here that Mary was interested in. <em>A creature. </em>The information had come from one of Oracle's spies, a homeless person, who had entered the dark recesses of the underground network. At first there was nothing, just blackness, until a startling sight slowly emerged from the water before her, a twisted monstrous face with no detail to say it was human, like ears or a nose and it's skin was more a scaly hide then flesh. It looked at her with it's cold dead eyes, white as a sheet and somewhat smiled with it's razor blade like fangs as it grabbed her arms and held her in place. It was what happened next that was of the most interest. The beast began to talk, almost soothingly if not for its inhuman raspy voice as the strange slender growth from its head began to sway rhythmically. <span style="font-family:'Rock Salt';">"Look..... into the....... light."</span> Oracle couldn't say for sure what was happening as the creature continued on, repeating itself as it's luminescent tendril swayed but as the homeless woman went limp in its arms and stood motionless. This lasted minutes and it had seemed the monstrosity had hypnotised her.


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Hence why, now, Shifter stood before the storm drain. If Oracle was telling the truth then this <em>thing </em>might be a game changer for Mary but he wasn't so sure. There had been an urban myth flying around in these parts of a mutant that lived in the sewers, which did fit with what Oracle said but at the same time her spy could have stumbled on to a TV screen or seen a billboard in the night. It didn't help that the homeless person was now off the grid. But Shifter knew better than to ignore Mary's orders and so he entered the sewers, disappearing into the blackness of its mouth hoping that it wasn't a sign of things to come.


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(Was hoping to arrive late to the meeting hence stringing this out a bit but may edit this post later if need be. Also not sure if my character is accepted so stringing it out)


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[Blaire Wisteria]

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<strong>Ryan Bartley O'Connor- Goop</strong>


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 Ryan walked over to the warehouse from the motel he was staying at with a spring in his step. His apartment was no longer a safe space to be with all those goons hanging around it now. Upon reaching the run down warehouse, he checked the slip of paper that old man had given him to make sure he had the right address. As it turns out he was at the right place, I guess he just had higher expectations for a group of people who had enough money to just throw it around at whoever they deemed useful. He shrugged, it must be part of their "bad guy" aesthetic or whatever. Upon stepping inside he noticed a small group of people standing around something, but he couldn't really make out what it was. Seeing as there were many other people just standing around, he inferred that he probably wasn't the only one called there today. As he got closer, he realized that they were all standing around an elaborate throne made of what appeared to be glass or some sort of crystal. That's not all though, there was a woman dressed in a marvelous dress made from what ever substance she was sitting upon. He walked up in the middle of the group and sat down with his legs crossed and just stared at her and her throne for a while. "That must be really, really uncomfortable to sit on." he said to himself while he continued to stare.


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[A Simple Egg]

Violet moved towards the warehouse silently, as always. She should have felt full of doubt, but what was the point? She was doing it, why not feel good about it, if she even could feel good. Violet couldn't remember feeling good. She couldn't remember feeling particularly bad, except for that one time a few years ago she refused to speak of, either though, so she guessed it evened out. Slipping into the warehouse, she took note of the others filling the place. They, of course, took no notice of her. No one did. She moved towards the back of the room, the furthest away from the terrifying woman made, or so it seemed, of fragile glass, and stood and waited. And waited. And stood. Sometimes, it seemed that was all she ever did

 

[Couldyoustfu]

Q U E N T I N  K R A N E


Quentin narrowed his eyes at the small cut displayed on his elbow, the fault of an unfortunate fall from his skateboard, letting three drops of disinfectant slide on the red line.


An hiss escaped through his lips at the slight burn, before he returned his attention to his phone.


It now displayed a crack right on the center of it's screen, which made the skin of his mouth tighten, and so with a sigh the nineteen year old threw his backpack over his shoulder and started wandering the streets of the city in search of a phone store.


He found one about fifteen minutes later, and it was with a devious smirk that he entered the shop. He received a 'good evening' from a guy not too much older than himself behind the counter. After having inquired about the newest model he received a doubting look from Simon, as the young man's target read, that probably thought a guy young and dressed casually like Quentin couldn't afford a phone worth more than four thousand dollars.


He wasn't wrong.


"Are you paying with credit card?"


Simon inquired, starting to put the phone in a cover. Quentin smiled, looking left and right to make sure no one's attention was on him.


"Yes, thanks." He muttered, before putting his hand on Simon's own.


The guy's eyes immediately met his with confusion.


Give it to me. Let me out without saying anything.


Simon put the cover in Quentin's hands, said his goodbyes, and he was out on the street with a new phone in less than three seconds with a satisfied grin.


Moving toward the more isolated part of town he started climbing a twenty feet tall abandoned shop, rolling himself a joint, all the while setting his new mobile.

 

[Twist]

Hypnautic


A couple of hours ago.....

Shifter entered the sewer, his form shifting into that of a homeless person, his clothes turning to tatters and his gait becoming more slow and ponderous. He didn't know what form the creature would like so it was better to blend in but in the dark, cramped tunnels would it even matter, as Shifter couldn't see anything. Only the splash and squelching of his feet could be heard in the cold silence as he continued on through the labyrinth, the occasional flicker of quiet movement in the distance showing he was not alone.


An hour had passed with no signs of his target as Shifter headed towards a light in distance to ponder his next move. It looked like a way out or at least the end of the tunnel as the light swayed, hinting at a draft or some sort of breeze and it had become harder for him to walk, his boots heavy with fetid water as he neared it. It looked like the monster they were looking for was just an urban myth after all and he was sick and tired of this putrid maze anyway. The light was inches away from him now when suddenly he felt something sharp dig into his arms.


"Look.... into...... the light."


When Shifter awoke, he found himself outside in the salty air again, a nearby freighter sounding it's horn as it left port. He pushed himself up off the ground and brushed himself off. He tried to remember what happened but he couldn't piece anything together after he entered the sewer. His thoughts were interrupted as a vagrant stumbled into him. Shifter turned to him, noticing the glazed over look in his eyes as he outstretched his hand, a huge bundle of bills in it. It was the ten thousand dollars Mary had given as an incentive. "Where did you get that?" he demanded


The man stood motionless his arm still outstretched. Shifter looked him over before snatching the money back, the thief offering no resistance. The morphing malcontent stuffed it back into his pockets and began to leave. "He will see you soon" The vagrant slurred before shuffling away, back to the sewers.


Now.....


A loud pop could be heard outside the silent warehouse, followed by the sound of rolling metal. Mary looked at the doorway to see a manhole cover roll in before slowing and settling loudly in front of her. As it gave out a final clang a horrible noise could be heard coming towards the meeting. 


Shhh...plup, shhh...plup, shhhh...plup 


Confusion filled the room but Mary seemed to be unfazed.


Shhh...plup, shhh...plup, shhhh...plup.


The sound got closer before everyone was greeted by a terrifying sight. Hypnautic had arrived.

 

[ActionJackson]

Lucas Cardona/Ironclad


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Ironclad winced slightly as the man, Goop, insulted her glass throne. She really did like her glass throne. While it wasn't a true insult, he never knew how Mary would take things. Ironclad didn’t particularly care, but Mary was a lot more unpredictable in how she would react. He had heard Shifter once describe Mary as an animal cloaked in civility. She would act regal, pretend to smile, and play the part of a noble Queen, but she was the worse out of all of them. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]She enjoyed the violence and manipulation. She enjoyed destroying her enemies and proving her strength. But she played the role of a honorable Queen who would not tolerate such things. She would act as if she detested such actions and only did so because it was required of her. The enemy forced her hand. The enemy was threatening her. She always found a way to manipulate the situation so it seemed she was in the right. Make it seem like she was the victim who fought back. The proud little noble who stood against her oppressor. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]When he first worked for her, he believed it. Ironclad believed that it was the reverse. That she was actually a regal Queen who was constantly forced to use violence to stop her enemies. However, the longer he worked for her, he found out which was the mask and which was her true self. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Mary’s glass storm swirled slightly faster at the remarks. What that meant was anybody’s guess. The glass seemed to shutter and dip oddly as they spun, a by-product of her emotion. When glass moved faster and fiercery, it was never a good sign.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Its been a while a since someone has spoken to me like that.” Her voice was amplified by the glass mask. The glass vibrating in a way that created dissolved Mary’s voice into a pure and sweet sound. It was like hearing those wine glasses vibrate, but except with more clarity due to her mastery of glass. It was almost musical in its amplifications. The glass transformed her voice into something that was even more regal, a voice of a proud Queen. Everything she did seemed to enforce that idea.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Usually, I would repay insolence with destruction. However, I am a merciful Queen. A Queen must know when to show kindness and fury. But do not expect that will always be the case. I bid you all welcome to my temporary court.” [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Mary managed to input an ounce of compassion in her tone. Her voice instituted forgiveness and kindness on her part. Ironclad eased his muscles. She managed to control her savage nature and instead was focused on projecting her image. That meant less bloodshed and more easy work for Ironclad.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Do not concern yourself with that bloodstain. Shifter has dealt with him sufficiently.” Mary stated without a note of hesitation.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Shifter in turn mutated into a scrawny bearded black man as a demonstration. It was like watching a pile of goop or clay get remolded. First his original Latino features disappeared into a grey mess. After a second or two, different features began to emerge. A nose. An eye. A scraggly beard. His eyes were wild and bloodshot. Every movement was a twitch as if every movement might offend someone. His clothes even got the same treatment with his original clothes being transformed into a raggedy coat and some dirty cargo pants.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Easy as pie. Don’t got’ta worry ‘bout a thang”, Shifter replied. The voice that came out sounded like the person had smoked two packs a day. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“On my side of the court, emissaries from Bridgeport stands Shifter, Myself, and Ironclad.” Her cloud of glass floated each individual person as she spoke of them. Her mask amplified the sound so it carried out throughout the entire warehouse, but not loud enough so that those outside the warehouse would hear.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I will name each of you in turn so that everyone will be equal footing in knowledge. Goop, Destruction Worker, Phase, Cyber, Spectre, Kitty, and....Hypnautic... ” Once again her glass floated above each person as she spoke their name. She held a polite and formal tone as she introduced each of them. Even Hypnautic, the odd slimy mutant that crawled out of the sewers. If Ironclad knew Mary, he knew that she would generally be disgusted by such mutants, but she kept her tone civil. Ironclad guessed Queens were suppose to be nice to everyone when speaking to them. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Each of you have skills that I can add to my Queendom. I may not know everything about you, but thanks to Shifter I have a few ideas of what I can offer you. Some is as simple as money and power.” Mary turned to look at each of them in turn.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Others require something else. Healing, revenge, protection. Whatever you need, the Sharpers can grant you. We are the most powerful Queendom on this side of the coast, and have resources far beyond your imagining." Mary boasted.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I have a healer in my employment that can heal a decent amount and I also possess one of the strongest spy networks thanks to Shifter.” Mary continued.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Two slight lies. Ironclad didn’t voice his opinion however. Oracle couldn’t heal most diseases since Oracle won’t be able to give up any of her important organs without dying. She can spare eyes and limbs, but lungs and hearts are more necessary for Oracle. Also, even if Oracle gave someone her limb, she would be able to regain control of it whenever she wanted, rendering them essentially her slave if enough limbs were replaced.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Also Shifter was just one cornerstone of the spy network. The rest of their spy network was based on Oracle’s eyes being implanted into civilians, which was where the homeless guy had gone. The bloodstain had just been Mary getting too excited in her work. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Ironclad merely clasped his hand as he listened to Mary try to convince the recruits to join her. It was interesting to see it on the other end of the spectrum instead of being on the receiving end of the spiel.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“My friend here, Ironclad, had gotten his eye destroyed in a fight. Oracle healed it back to full. Show them.” Mary lied once again.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Ironclad lifted part of his welding mask slightly to expose his left eye to the assembled group. It was slightly bloodshot, but otherwise looked fine. She neglected to mention Oracle could see out of his eye and lied about there being a fight. Ironclad had Oracle carve out his left eye and she had put in her own under Mary’s orders. Ironclad shoved his welding mask back in place after a few seconds.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“All my employees have been satisfied with my promises. You help me, and I’ll help you. These gangs in Pleasant city are weak from infighting and are ripe for the taking. As well as what I promise you, I’ll carve out a territory for all of you in Pleasant City. You’ll be a ruler of your own domain. Destroy the gangs one by one as you see fit, and I’ll raise you from nothing to a lord.”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“A Queen is nothing without her lands, and I intend to have all of it. If your purpose is to do harm to my plans, then leave this city before its too late. If your purpose is to assist me, stay in the warehouse and Ironclad will assist you in your questions.” [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Mary stood up from her temporary glass throne. The glass she was seated on dispersed into an immense storm swirling around her. It sparkled like a miniature galaxy with Mary as the center. Manipulating the glass on her dress, Mary floated a few feet in the air. [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“Shifter, do your duty. Ironclad, stay here and continue the rest of the speech.” Mary gathered the glass scattered on the floor and those in the windows to form a set of wings. They way she molded them gave them the general look of an angel’s wings. Her wings and dress sparkled in the light. The stained glass reflected the light, sending an array of colors throughout the warehouse. She was a kaleidoscope of shimmering beauty.  [/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]“I’ll go herald the Sharper’s arrival to Pleasant. A Queen always needs a grand entrance” Even under her mask, Ironclad sensed she was smiling. Nothing ever good happens when Mary smiled.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]Mary flew out one of the holes in the roof, her wings extended behind her. She didn’t particularly need them, but she enjoyed the effect it had. After a few seconds, glass began shattering by the thousands in the nearby district of the South Downtown. Cellphone screens exploded, the glass scattering out like shrapnel. Store windows became deadly blast zones of glass. Everything glass, alarm clocks, televisions, mirrors, pairs of glasses, etc, became miniature grenades. [/SIZE]



[SIZE=14.666666666666666px]The Sharpers have arrived.[/SIZE]

 

[Blaire Wisteria]

Ryan Bartley O'Connor - Goop


The  loud popping sound caught Ryan's attention and he turned his eyes towards the manhole cover slowly rolling towards the glass throne. Once the metal disc came to a stop in front of the queen, Ryan couldn't help but burst out laughing. He fell onto his his back and literally rolled around in place laughing holding his arms close to his chest. 


"Wait what?!? Hahahaha, is that like some weird city version of a tumbleweed?!?" He blurted out in between gasps of air.


His laughter slowly subsided as soon as he caught sight of the horrifying monster slowly making it's way over to the group. 


"Ha, haha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaa...  What's that?  What is that? What is that?!? Why isn't someone answerin' me?!? Like seriously, what in the fuck even is that?!?" He shouted as he leapt upward and struck an almost comedic karate pose and started swinging his hands around wildly.


He only stopped when the queen started talking again, at which he understood that creature was most likely supposed to be here. He uncomfortably sat back down still glancing back at the encroaching beast periodically as she talked. He silently sat there and nodded his head at most of what she said, he was taking in a lot f  information in such a short amount of time, so he was having difficulties getting everything down. Once she finished talking and burst up into the air, and watched her fly away. Once he was sure she was pretty far away he whispered up to the closest person, "Well, at least she's pretty on the outside."

 

[Scatterbrain]

Ryan Bartley O'Connor - Goop


The  loud popping sound caught Ryan's attention and he turned his eyes towards the manhole cover slowly rolling towards the glass throne. Once the metal disc came to a stop in front of the queen, Ryan couldn't help but burst out laughing. He fell onto his his back and literally rolled around in place laughing holding his arms close to his chest. 


"Wait what?!? Hahahaha, is that like some weird city version of a tumbleweed?!?" He blurted out in between gasps of air.


His laughter slowly subsided as soon as he caught sight of the horrifying monster slowly making it's way over to the group. 


"Ha, haha, ha, haaaaaaaaaaaaaa...  What's that?  What is that? What is that?!? Why isn't someone answerin' me?!? Like seriously, what in the fuck even is that?!?" He shouted as he leapt upward and struck an almost comedic karate pose and started swinging his hands around wildly.


He only stopped when the queen started talking again, at which he understood that creature was most likely supposed to be here. He uncomfortably sat back down still glancing back at the encroaching beast periodically as she talked. He silently sat there and nodded his head at most of what she said, he was taking in a lot f  information in such a short amount of time, so he was having difficulties getting everything down. Once she finished talking and burst up into the air, and watched her fly away. Once he was sure she was pretty far away he whispered up to the closest person, "Well, at least she's pretty on the outside."

Austin Nelson/The Destruction Worker


"Shut the fuck up." Austin replied, to the scrawny kid next to him. He had been yammering on since he arrived and Austin was on his final nerve.


Austin was unimpressed and was losing his patience fast. The crew that Mary assembled so far were nothing but losers. The dame in pink however was at least easy on the eye. They looked like those weirdos who dressed up in stupid outfits and pretended to be something they weren't. The legless freak was the only one that gave Austin pause but in his eyes, he still was the only one here who was the real deal. 


Austin stormed up to Ironclad, hammer in hand. "You'd better give me some answers, boy. I came here as a courtesy to your boss. I've listened to her speech and I've seen your crew and so far I'm not impressed with either. I can take this warehouse down with one swing of my hammer so unless you start talking......" Austin started tapping his sledgehammer on the palm of his hand. "......I'm bringing this whole place down."

 

[animegirl20]

Kitty listen to everything this 'Queen of Glass' had to say and she found it very entertaining. She smirked the entire time as the woman talked and even laughed a little. She was still in the air laying in the same position as her tail moved sided to side. When the woman left and the two men were done yapping she gave a chisesire cat grin showing her sharp teeth and went into a fit of laughter just like Ryan had done. "My my this is certainly entertaining!" She floated down and walked over to Austin. "You want answers? I can tell give you one. She's mad! Quite mad." She looked at the others. "Are the rest of you planning on joining the mad Queen of Glass?! Are you willing to make the deal with the devil? Haha she's good but I've seen all sorts of people and she is just a looney as the Queen of Hearts herself! Hahaha!" Now Kitty was very good at seeing through people she could usually tell what you were actually like no matter how good you were at hiding it. Most people probably would not listen to Kitty cause she could be just as mad herself. "Please Mr. Ironclad," She walked towards him and gave a seductive smile. "Convince me to join this mad Queen." She then step back. "You know Maybe you don't have to convince me. Maybe I will join up just don't expect me to always follow orders." Her face went to a completely normal smile.


@ActionJackson


@The Endergod


@Scatterbrain

 

[Mistory]

"geheheheh...a group of misfits under a mad queen, as the kit put it...how intriguing..."


the viral abomination rested above the group on a rafter, one of the chemists " juicers" in his grasp, his tendrils having encircled the man's head as he hung lazily below The monster, its eyes shifting among the group below. Why did the Glass Lady want this group? For what reason? None of them seemed very interesting in his eyes. But looks can be deceiving. He knows this all to well. 


Thinking of her words, he couldn't help but question what she wanted with this group...


 Best to ask directly


His body returned to his human form,excluding his hands witch remained in the pulsing red flesh. Using his left he coiled his tendrils around the beam he was perched on,his right still holding the man he had captured earlier.


He slowly lowered himself down,silently touching the ground. He only alerted the gathered group,the queens "Knight" ironclad already being able to see him, with the thud of the man on the pavement. He wasn't injured,next to a headache for afew days. He pulled his tendrils free of the man,his hands returning to normal before the group could turn and see him.


He tapped the toe of his shoe to the ground,adjusting its fit,before walking to stand in line with the group. Apparently he was one of the few that wore common attire. Since his other form was so different in appearance it wasn't necessary to disguise himself.


"Terribly sorry, I didn't want to be rude, but I needed to make sure this wasn't simply a trap. We meta humans aren't exactly the most accepted group,after all."


 He gave a smile, hand shoved in his pockets as he looked over the group again.


"I hope you can forgive me for being suspicious,but it seems I'm not the only one..."


He gave a glance down the row to the hammer wielding gentlemen and the feline female.


"If I may...why do you want us. From what I can tell, we have a fish, an accrobat" He gestured to Kitty and Hyptauntic" what could be a thug,but I assume that hammer is for more than combat, so forgive the label, a talking puddle, and disease." He gestured to the remaining three,including himself


"What could your queen ,sir knight, want with us so bad that she's willing to drop 50 grand on?"


He was of course assuming everyone had gotten the same amount of incentives to come.


"Must be a big job..."


@ActionJackson


@Scatterbrain


@animegirl20


@The Endergod


@Twist

 

[Blaire Wisteria]

"geheheheh...a group of misfits under a mad queen, as the kit put it...how intriguing..."


the viral abomination rested above the group on a rafter, one of the chemists " juicers" in his grasp, his tendrils having encircled the man's head as he hung lazily below The monster, its eyes shifting among the group below. Why did the Glass Lady want this group? For what reason? None of them seemed very interesting in his eyes. But looks can be deceiving. He knows this all to well. 


Thinking of her words, he couldn't help but question what she wanted with this group...


 Best to ask directly


His body returned to his human form,excluding his hands witch remained in the pulsing red flesh. Using his left he coiled his tendrils around the beam he was perched on,his right still holding the man he had captured earlier.


He slowly lowered himself down,silently touching the ground. He only alerted the gathered group,the queens already being able to see him, with the thud of the man on the pavement. He wasn't injured,next to a headache for afew days. He pulled his tendrils free of the man,his hands returning to normal before the group could turn and see him.


He tapped the toe of his shoe to the ground,adjusting its fit,before walking to stand in line with the group.


"Terribly sorry,your highness,I didn't want to be rude, but I needed to make sure this wasn't simply a trap. We meta humans aren't exactly the most accepted group,after all."


 He gave a smile, hand shoved in his pockets as he looked over the group again.


"I hope you can forgive me for being suspicious..."


@ActionJackson


@Scatterbrain


@animegirl20


@The Endergod


@Twist

(I think the queen already left like a bit ago...)

 

[Twist]

Hypnautic


Hypnautic had placed himself in the corner underneath an old, leaky pipe, the small droplets of water landing on his scaly flesh keeping him somewhat comfortable. His mutation meant that he couldn't be out of water for long or he would suffocate but he had decided to show up in person and make his presence known. And it had worked with the one called Goop scared out of his wits and giving him the odd glance throughout Mary's speech. Even she hesitated when it came to mentioning Hypnautic's name as she looked upon his grotesque form, the revulsion obvious to him. But revulsion comes from fear and so he had succeeded, no longer being an urban myth, as Shifter had stated, but a true horror.



He looked over at Shifter, the catalyst for his arrival, as he was the one who had brought him here but not in the way he most likely hoped. The only reason he was not the fish like fiend's thrall was his mutation, the grey bubbling skin of his unwilling reversion back to whatever form he was previously being far too interesting to him.  Hypnautic hadn't put him in a full trance so he had quickly reverted back to his homeless body, but he was under just enough for Hypnautic to get information from him, quizzing him on his power and his purpose for being in his home. He had been slightly taken aback that he was Shifters reason for coming, at the behest of one called Mary, but he wasn't able to get much information from him. It had seemed Mary had only told him what he needed to know and had given him a cash incentive to hand out. But money was inconsequential to Hypnautic but this Mary interested him. He admired her gall, her plan was ambitious, and she had been willing to gamble on his very existence to further her own ends which is something he could admire as he would truly stack the odds in her favour.



And so now he sat, his eyes shifting to the confrontation in the middle of the room by his compatriots and Mary's cohort. He eased his head closer to listen, but if this "Ironclad" didn't speak up soon, he would end up like a tin can in a piranha tank. Not that he cared.