Realistic or Modern Meta- Main IC rp.

[Agent23]

New York City
11:12 AM

Atronarch

The news channel on times square was broadcasting live from the campaign trail as the first ever powered presidential candidate laid her foreign policy on the line. Shortly after she finished she took questions from the press. The screen shifted to cover the incoming hurricane. It was a category 2 by now and scheduled to be a category 3 by the time it made landfall. Not the worst storm to hit new york but then again it wasn't the storm adam was worried about. When the city battened the hatches down and boarded up windows the streets would empty for a brief period. The lack of police presence always caused the opportunistic crooks to come out, which would often provide cover for the more crafty ones to try and take bigger scores. It had always been this way and always would be, crises tended to bring out the worst in people.

There he stood in the middle of times square with a surprising amount of people still out gathering last minute supplies. His boots were soaked along with the rest of his attire as the rains blowing in from the hurricane had already begun to reach landfall. He wondered briefly if there were any other heroes in the area, surely he wasn't the only one who would've read the polices warning notice. Flipping open his standard issue Apple H-Phone he scanned his thumb print before the thing flickered to life and he selected the map feature which caused the screen to flicker before producing a 3d hologram of the city with well over a hundred red dots scattered through the City, each indicating another hero. Grinning he Switched to the message board and posted on it saying "Anyone down for a team up? Busy night ahead." then he closed the communicator and pocketed it thanking the Peacekeeper organization silently for making it water proof.


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Boon & Dust

Damian grinned at Michelangelo from across the table but his eyes held a look of obvious indifference. There was no question he would do as he was told. The Glass between them was a stark reminder of how in control he was and besides Damian could always send more to this cage if he wouldn't listen. Yet as he thought it was no problem in fact the pale villain seemed happy to indulge. "So tell me what exactly am i going to be distracting them from?" dust said with a grin of his own. Damian simply rose from his seat straightening his suit and saying "The less you know the better im afraid, plausible deniability and whatnot." he said with a wave of his hand brushing the question off. Turning the guard looked at him expectantly but averted his eyes as boon shifted his own to him. "Our business is not yet done im afraid, once the deal is done you will have your reward but not before." The guard nodded understandingly and hurriedly opened the staff door to let Damian out the same covert way he had come in no pesky sign in sheets, and the cameras would be looped to erase any evidence of his being there. Like a ghost he arrived and like a ghost he would leave.
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[Yahhah]

Ribcage and Conduit
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"What a wonderful day for a walk" Wagner said to himself as he made his way slowly down the street with an umbrella in hand. He made a face as a raindrop came dangerously close to his eyepatch. New York was a crazy place in the best of times, he had to wonder how much of a hell-hole it'd be when the cops weren't patrolling. Not that Wagner hadn't seen his fair share of hell-holes. That was half the work of being a hero after all. "Do you have plasma stored up"? Wagner asked the younger hero who was trying to share in the shelter the umbrella was providing, his little brother Denver.
"Yes I got some from those signs we passed. I hope they won't miss it" Denver said. Wagner nodded at his brother's words but simply said, "get as much as you can, never know when you're going to need it". Wagner brought a canteen of milk out and took a few sips of it to make sure he had more than enough calcium for a scuffle. "Someone just posted on the message board" Denver brought up bringing out a communicator. "It's Atronarch, they're asking if anybody wants to go for a team up" Denver said. "Should we"? Wagner yawned a bit and stretched his neck muscles before deadpanning. "I don't know, should we"? Denver blinked in mild surprise. So this was some kind of test. Wagner seemed to like testing him, as if he thought that's what mentors did which to be fair it sort of was. "It'd be nice to have backup, but I'd probably be able to scout more ground on my own to see what's going on, but then there are so many heroes in the city that's probably not important" Denver began listing off pros and cons as Wagner just stared at him with a raised eyebrow. Denver sighed and just typed into the chat. A team up sounds like a good idea. Ribcage and I will be there Denver typed in as Conduit before looking to Wagner to get some clue that he'd done the right thing. His brother just shrugged and began to lead the way towards Times Square.

Horde
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"I told y'all there aren't gators down here"! "Shut up 14, they might just be shy because you never wash your clothes"! A chorus of "OOOOHHHS"! Sounded throughout the sewers. A gang of twenty or so people who all looked exactly the same were moving around the dim sewers. They were led by one individual with no number on their shirt. The people behind him all seemed to have numbers from 2 to 19 printed on their clothing. The leader was called 1 and he was on a mythbusting crusade. He wanted to know whether or not there were alligators in the big city sewers and if the answer to that question was yes then he would answer another question. How many clones did it take to bar-knuckle brawl an alligator into submission. At the moment though he just wanted his clones to shut up for like three minutes. He would welcome a massive gator to come in and gobble them all up. They'd done nothing but argue for the past thirty minutes. There was suddenly a loud splash which caused 1 to groan and turn around to find number 7 and number 9 wrestling in the muck. The other clones quickly surrounded them and chanted "fight, fight, fight, fight". "What the hell are you two doing"? 1 demanded. They stopped, number 7 piped up. "He said my face was gross". Number 9 was quick to speak as well. "His face is gross". 1's left eye twitched in annoyance. "WE ALL LOOK EXACTLY THE SAME"! 1 reminded them. The two fighting clones seemed to process that for a second before they both shrugged in seeming agreement and got off of each other.
"Hey does anybody hear the sound of hundreds of gallons of water rushing from down the tunnel coming to kill us all" number 4 suddenly piped up. "Sorry guys, that's me" number 10 answered. 1 stopped to listen and sure enough there was a distant roar of water. "Wasn't it raining outside"? 1 tried to remember. "Oh yeah it was drizzling" 2 agreed. "Some weird lookin lady on the news said something about a hurricane" number 3 said with a giggle. "Oh shit" 1 realized. "Does this mean we get to go swimming"? "HELL YEAH"!
"Fellas, run" 1 advised the clones and without another word he took off as fast as he could in the opposite direction of the sound of raging water.

 

[Selee-01]

APEX

Zachary floated several hundred feet above a bank, using his telekinesis to hold himself in place. Anyone who happened to see him would have a moment to realize who it was, before he plunged to the street at breakneck speeds. His power cratered the roadway, while also protecting him from the fall, and he sauntered into the bank. Making a finger gun with each hand, he then spoke.

"All right people, this is a robbery! Give me all your money in this bag, and I want it filled!" He then slung off his duffel bag, and used telekinesis to give it to a teller.

"If you try to get help, I'll bring down the roof on the lot of you. I'll be fine, but you? Not so much." He smirked, and waved his hand. Except for the teller, everyone was firmly held in place.

"Chop chop!" he shouted.

 

[Vahn]

11:30 AM

Near the docks, a white van with fake license plates are parked across one of the warehouses as the driver of the van looks at a small tablet. He breathes in and out a couple of times before saying out loud to himself.

"Target in sight...Drone acquired entry code...No night guard... Shipment intact and not yet unboxed...Category 3 in a few hours give or take.... Now or never....no peacekeepers yet....drone already inside"

He then placed the small tablet on the dashboard of the van before turning to look at his robotic guard. Seeing the robotic guard in its plated armor with the initials " G? “, the tranquilizer rifle and the cattle prod before speaking to himself again.

"I need net gun and pepper spray.... What I really is money.... Wasted money trying to get the materials through those channels..... Money the siren call of capitalism....Should have hired help......No reserve low....Alpha Beta Charlie.....Plan A programed....Plan B programed....Plan C programed... Escape routes secured...."

He looks back at the rest of the van. Wrapping plastic, scissors, a cassette tape, second tranquilizer gun and a tool box. He then spoke again out loud.

"I should have checked with the bosses of this city.... Are there region laws? .....I got to get enough....operational costs are low....Maintenance cost may go high depending on the unknown factor......No plan survives contact with the enemy.... No plan survives contact with the enemy...."

The tablet then issues a green check mark on it screen as he then presses on the small remote controls on the base of his gloves. He then turns the key on the van and presses on the accelerate pedal before slowly making his way up to the warehouse. He then says out loud.

"Tablet green.... Alarms disabled....feed on loop...Drone detects no guards....training wheels off..."

He turns to look at the robotic guard waking up as its eyes turn green before General Question then roll down the window of the van and tapped on the security lock and input the entry code. One nine six seven. He then waited for the audible click.

On the other side the drone then flies over with one mechanical arm and presses a button on the warehouse control panel as the wide doors slowly make way. General Question looks and says to himself.

"Too quick…. something is wrong….. stop …. you raised a flag…..jinx jinx…..no superstition nonsense…..take it easy…idiot…cannot send drone to do over watch checkup…..Hurricane remember it....Just you and the guard…. Slow but calm...I only need…..quiet…quiet…..run bad end scenario…no contact yet…..run heist mission….I spent too much time planning this…lets hope it goes according to plan."

While he was having this small dialogue with himself, he had already drove the van into the warehouse while the drone checks to make sure that it is in before pressing the button its mechanic arm to close the doors. Now he is in, time to get some goodies and to unpack them from the shipping containers.

 

[PlusUltra]

Maxwells Demon
Location: Penthouse Apartment>Rooftops, NYC
Tags: Agent23 Yahhah (Open)

The bashing rains against the windows woke Maxine finally from her stupor, turning about the sheets she slowly cracks her eyes open to survey the state of the situation she would awake to this time with a somewhat melancholic expression. Slowly trying to recall exactly what she had done the night before she quickly scans across the empty bottles, powder, and other paraphernalia amongst the wreckage of her apartment while sitting up with some mild stretches and making contact an exhausted unconscious body to her side. "Huh, only one this time I guess...Carla?" her fingers plucking a post-it note from the forehead of the woman shortly being interrupted by another entering the room without much ceremony or care. Unlike the former, this one was dressed nearly within business attire and not making eye contact as they read disinteresting from a tablet.

"So a light day today it appears, we canceled the majority of the press engagements given the environmental concerns but in their place, we have a police APB regarding an expected uptick in criminal activity. We have mapped out a photogenic patrol route and leaked the necessary details to the press to get the usual attention, your Stylist is arriving in 15minutes and should be out by Ten, Your having dinner with the Hitchock organization this afternoon, followed by attendance at the charity disaster relief fund, Then the relief aid will begin early tomorrow as the storm clears which will need you on the ground for...."

This was the usual morning, her assistant slash agent slash slave driver Karen would announce her entire day is planned out, arrange the press engagements and meetings, send her out and then go on about exposure and more though really Maxine was barely listening after the first few words and collapsed back down with an exacerbated sigh. Hero work was supposed to be spontaneous but somehow they still managed to make it orderly and guide her around as needed to give the people what they want, thinking back to words from long ago.

'Even if it empties you until there's nothing left to empty, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴, and you don't stop smiling'

The rest was if on autopilot, she was still but everything else blurred around her with conversations and events until she found herself within her costume facing out towards the rain. Maybe even if this part was scheduled she did still have some control in exactly how she did it, so putting on the smile she throws herself from the building and soars over several of the buildings in each leap as she goes on her patrol looking for trouble to find her. Her alone time and fun were interrupted somewhat shortly after however with a familiar voice in her earpiece "We have Amy managing your social feed and have a hit on peacekeepers in the area looking for a team-up ahead increases inactivity, collaborations poll well in several of the key demographics so we are making adjustments to fit such in. You said you will be meeting an Atronarch and others so expect an update on the meeting location".

Maxine could only roll her eyes though having someone else to speak for them and manage all this stuff was simply a way of life for her, something she had grown used to ever since she hit it big on the old show. She might as well make a good impression with a few acrobatics here and there while she kept her eyes and ear out for something to make this patrol not a complete waste of time.

 

[Agent23]

Atronarch

Less than a minute had passed since he pocketed his communicator after sending his message when it vibrated in his pocket. He was caught a bit off guard by the quickness of the reply, upon looking at it he noticed not one but two confirmations and one of them was with two heroes and not just one. So a team of four, "Nice!" he exclaimed quietly as he set the reply. He was about to set the meeting location when he noticed a ping for a silent alarm at the Nerox bank a block or so away. "Early start huh? Well lets throw you a party shall we?" he muttered as he set the meeting location in the parking garage across the street attaching a note that said 5th floor. With that he pocketed the communicator again and prepared to sprint towards the garage.
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The run was pretty short, crossing five blocks at a 70mph jog was little more than a minute of travel time, granted he misstepped a few times. Sure he was trained in the usage of his powers but they had nearly doubled last month when he took out Death knight. So he was admittedly having issues with speed control. Because of this he purposefully undershot his jump hoping the reduced leap would get him to the 5th floor but pulling back a bit too much and having to catch himself on the rail of the 4th floor and flip further upwards. "Amen for acrobatics classes." he mused as he stuck the landing and went to the other side of the garage to scope out the bank. Sure enough a medium sized hole could be seen in the 3 story buildings roof across the street. No one was leaving the bank yet and local authorities had not yet even made it to the site. This wound up being a good thing however because it meant the perp wouldn't be on his guard yet and panicked actions wouldn't be taken. Once again he drew his communicator this time sending a message to the NYPD dispatchers reading "Heroes on site please keep parameter as far back as possible planning for coordinated surprise raid." he sent a copy of the message to each of the heroes who answered his call so that they would be aware of the situation upon arrival. From this point until their arrival he would simply watch and wait only making a move if things took a turn for the worst.
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[Selee-01]

Atronarch

Less than a minute had passed since he pocketed his communicator after sending his message when it vibrated in his pocket. He was caught a bit off guard by the quickness of the reply, upon looking at it he noticed not one but two confirmations and one of them was with two heroes and not just one. So a team of four, "Nice!" he exclaimed quietly as he set the reply. He was about to set the meeting location when he noticed a ping for a silent alarm at the Nerox bank a block or so away. "Early start huh? Well lets throw you a party shall we?" he muttered as he set the meeting location in the parking garage across the street attaching a note that said 5th floor. With that he pocketed the communicator again and prepared to sprint towards the garage.
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The run was pretty short, crossing five blocks at a 70mph jog was little more than a minute of travel time, granted he misstepped a few times. Sure he was trained in the usage of his powers but they had nearly doubled last month when he took out Death knight. So he was admittedly having issues with speed control. Because of this he purposefully undershot his jump hoping the reduced leap would get him to the 5th floor but pulling back a bit too much and having to catch himself on the rail of the 4th floor and flip further upwards. "Amen for acrobatics classes." he mused as he stuck the landing and went to the other side of the garage to scope out the bank. Sure enough a medium sized hole could be seen in the 3 story buildings roof across the street. No one was leaving the bank yet and local authorities had not yet even made it to the site. This wound up being a good thing however because it meant the perp wouldn't be on his guard yet and panicked actions wouldn't be taken. Once again he drew his communicator this time sending a message to the NYPD dispatchers reading "Heroes on site please keep parameter as far back as possible planning for coordinated surprise raid." he sent a copy of the message to each of the heroes who answered his call so that they would be aware of the situation upon arrival. From this point until their arrival he would simply watch and wait only making a move if things took a turn for the worst.
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Apex

Levitating out of the building, Apex grinned with a bag of cash slung over his shoulder. After this, he considered moving to someplace nicer. A penthouse, perhaps? Maybe Vegas. After all, didn’t an Apex Predator deserve a little time off? He could enjoy his wealth, before going back to fun battles and whatnot.

As he floated out, he caught a glimpse of Atronarch a distance away from him. A grin spread across his face, and he shot towards the new hero. With a roar he hit Atronarch with a blast of force, likely sending him flying. The powerful blast also demonstrated his walking techno-bane properties, shorting out most of the immediate area.

“Greetings, so-called hero! At least, I’m pretty sure you’re a hero. If not, oh well! I am Apex, and your name, I presume, is prey.” With a light chuckle, Apex levitated towards Atronarch.

 

[Morephalynx]

Lyle Marigold>main Marigold (Cafe) location>open for interaction


The pouring rain pelted the blacktop of the zig-zag of roads making up the vast metropolitan area. The scent of oil, garbage, and other less seemly things assaulted the senses all across the city not helped by the rain hitting the garbage on the sidewalks. The bright lights of flicking displays meant to bring in customers to a thousand different storefronts mixed in with the headlights of cars and street lights to create a dazzling display of the urban layout that stretched on for miles. In the places, the light didn't reach was the homeless, scum, and all the other cast outs of society watching as people pushed along trying to get home to wait out the approaching storm. They sat like with hungry eyes waiting for the push to calm down.

A few would swing in using the time press to steal things out of people's pockets, grab bags as they were knocked out of hands, or in some more extreme cases simply pull away from people. In such a vast city people simply disappeared and while heroes would search sometimes, and cops may look into it the area was simply too vast and too many stories both up and down for an exhaustive search. It was the nature of such a place that anything could be lost forever, even people. And in the busy life of an already overworked and burdened man about town or the amazingly rich no, one even wonders where they went most of the time.

Cutting away from the modern themes of a rapidly growing city would-be little themed places. Restaurants, stores, cafes. A small chain of cafes had recently begun expanding its business. They employed the homeless and downtrodden. While originally open to suspicion by the wider public people who visited had only good things to say about both the classic coffee shop ambiance and service. The main location had expanded, a two-story building that served some pretty damn good food and hosted a minor library for light reading. A lot of people had made it a daily routine to show up get breakfast and coffee there. The tag #Marigold was trending on a fair few sights crediting the chain for helping them really kick start their day and the helpful suggestions given with each cup by one of the employees are often minded by the loyal customers. Things like "work out today, just a bit." Or "take someone you care about with you next time you come."

Today the shops were a bit overcrowded, they had been reinforced by hard-working employees and were working as makeshift storm shelters for people with nowhere else to go. A generous gift of a meal and few free coffees to the people taking shelter there helped calm things down.

The owner a young blond man was hard at work making sure everyone got their drinks and food. He wasn't like most successful youths, no money from his family instead he was self-made and hard-working by most accounts. He moved through the crowds of people a lot of which had to be seated on the floors with a surprising amount of grace given the lack of room most people had to move. Handing out drinks and food with a smile, even getting sugar, caramel, and cream making lattes for the young ones who hadn't quite built a healthy appreciation of bitter drinks yet. He apologized over a dozen times for only having coffee to offer but they ran out of juice and due to the storm they weren't getting any more today.

"Remember everyone, clean up after your selves we cant tend to all of you sadly enough"

His voice was always heard for when he started speaking people would be silent and look. His polite requests were always taken for he gave them such a sweet tone how could anyone resist while enjoying his coffee.

Across the city, similar scenes were occurring in all of his shop's locations.

 

[Agent23]

Atronarch

Adam had only glanced away from the bank for a fraction of a second to check his communicator but it seemed like luck wasnt on his side, because in thet moment Apex Elevated himself out of the bank with bags of cash in tote. With him standing there with an obvious hero tech communicator in his hand he had basically lost the element of disguise. "Shi-" he started but was cut short by a wall of telekinetic force slamming into his face and chest as they were not covered by the short concrete walls. It felt like a car had slammed into him and he was sent flipping backwards almost slamming into a white van but as he flipped upsidedown for the last time he shot his arm at the pavement digging his fingers into concrete and grinding to a stop. Despite the hit Adam smiled, turned out he was tougher than he thought, perhaps death knight really was a powerful villain after all he had gained a lot of this power from him. "Hell of a way to say hello..." as he rose to his feet tucking his hands into his pockets to keep them out of sight. "Call me a hero if you want, im just a guy who's sick and tired of jerks like you thinking they can get away with everything." as he spoke he opened the zipper in his pockets inside thinking it obvious that he couldn't just throw them at this guy. He popped the smoke pellets in his pockets and dropped them through the pocket hole so that they would fall to the ground inside of his trenchcoat. Smoke had already begun to fill his coat and seek out of the bottoms, sleeves, and neck slots engulfing himself in smoke. Luckily the rain kept the air pressure low and the smoke was very clingy filling the space of about 20ft from floor to ceiling. Under the cover of smoke he leapt towards the villain hoping to spear tackle him out of the air and send them both plummeting the five stories to the ground. It might hurt a bit at the landing but he was confident he could shake it off faster than this Apex Guy.
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[Selee-01]

Atronarch

Adam had only glanced away from the bank for a fraction of a second to check his communicator but it seemed like luck wasnt on his side, because in thet moment Apex Elevated himself out of the bank with bags of cash in tote. With him standing there with an obvious hero tech communicator in his hand he had basically lost the element of disguise. "Shi-" he started but was cut short by a wall of telekinetic force slamming into his face and chest as they were not covered by the short concrete walls. It felt like a car had slammed into him and he was sent flipping backwards almost slamming into a white van but as he flipped upsidedown for the last time he shot his arm at the pavement digging his fingers into concrete and grinding to a stop. Despite the hit Adam smiled, turned out he was tougher than he thought, perhaps death knight really was a powerful villain after all he had gained a lot of this power from him. "Hell of a way to say hello..." as he rose to his feet tucking his hands into his pockets to keep them out of sight. "Call me a hero if you want, im just a guy who's sick and tired of jerks like you thinking they can get away with everything." as he spoke he opened the zipper in his pockets inside thinking it obvious that he couldn't just throw them at this guy. He popped the smoke pellets in his pockets and dropped them through the pocket hole so that they would fall to the ground inside of his trenchcoat. Smoke had already begun to fill his coat and seek out of the bottoms, sleeves, and neck slots engulfing himself in smoke. Luckily the rain kept the air pressure low and the smoke was very clingy filling the space of about 20ft from floor to ceiling. Under the cover of smoke he leapt towards the villain hoping to spear tackle him out of the air and send them both plummeting the five stories to the ground. It might hurt a bit at the landing but he was confident he could shake it off faster than this Apex Guy.
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Apex

Apex looked almost confused, as Atronarch called him a jerk.

"It's the right of the strong to rule the weak. That is the fundamental rule of all society, everywhere," he said. Then his eyes narrowed at the blossoming cloud of smoke. Then Atronarch leapt from the smoke, tackling Apex and sending them both down. Apex formed a shield around himself, cracking the pavement when they landed, and released a concussive shockwave. Hopefully Atronarch would be sent flying, and Apex seized a car with his power and hurled it at him.

 

[Vahn]

General Question would grab the handle and open the drivers side of the van before getting out and heading to the back of the van. He then open the back side of the Vahn as he stared at his so called Robotic guard. Designed to almost like like a human, its got a head, torso, arms and legs only the exterior is not human. The obvious metal plating that protects most of the internal systems, the head that only has green glowing eyes, the extra pair of arms fitted with vacuum section cup for hands and the metallic logo of G?. He says out loud while discreetly pressing on the remote control.

"Move out...Time to get this operation underway."

He looks as it slowly stands up before slowly making its way out of the van as the robotic guard looks around for a moment and then spots one of the shipping containers before making it way towards the shipping container. General Question looks as the robotic guard slowly makes it way to one of the shipping containers in the warehouse before saying out loud.

"Actuator working good...vacuum suction cups properly installed....for a rush job....I had days to prepare for this mission.....weeks of surveillance and information gathering.....Wasted time and money.....Bring the toolbox."

General Question had already tapped on the second small remote control and the the drone moved to gather the toolbox but without General Question looking at the drone. General Question can hear the buzz from the drones helicopter blades but then he saw the mechanical arm on it had not brought the toolbox but the tablet instead. He then talks out loud.

"Odd...not the right object....did I type the wrong command....no idiot, the prototype A.I. wants you to look at something....I did place it on watch duty using its sensors....Thank you for this."

General Question gently holds the tablet from the mechanical arm as the drone then releases its mechanical arm and flies to the back of the van to get the tool box. General Question then looks at the tablet and notices one particular communication being received by NYPD dispatchers: Heroes on site please keep parameter as far back as possible planning for coordinated surprise raid. He then opens a new tab on his tablet and then activate a heat signature scan in the near by area. As he approaches the shipping container, the drone had already caught up and was carrying the tool box. He looked at the drone before gently grabbing the toolbox which he then spoke again.

"Thank you."

The drone would slowly let go once General Question had a grasp on the toolbox. General Question placed the toolbox down on the ground first before checking the tablet and finding only two heat signatures to which he then spoke out loud to himself.

"This communication is not about me.....Mission not compromised....Prototype A.I is working but still needs the basic commands from the controller...I hope the nanokey is worth its price?...I tested it before this...No time to second guess..."

General Question would hand the tablet back to the drone which it then went back to the van. During his time talking to himself out loud, he had already opened the tool box and pulled out a a pale silver key without any teeth or groves or better known as a nanokey. General Question had already shoved the nanokey into the lock as it begins it configurations. The nanokey forces nanites to reshape it so that it will spring the tumblers into place as if it was the right key and then an audible ding can be heard to confirm it has completed reconfiguration. General Question then gave the key a turn which it then unlocks the padlock. He then speaks out loud.

"There we go....Found the inner bolts.....time to snap and replace..."

General Question then began the task of first unloosing the cross bar locks for each side so that it is ready to pull outwards. He focuses now on the task of snapping the inner bolts by spinning into count clockwise and it instantly snaps the bolts one by one until all four inner bolts were snapped and he pulled each of those small inner bolts out of their casings just as they were designed to do so. He then speaks out loud.

"They are blue.....I got blue in the box.....mark the numbers.....now the next step."

General Question places the inner bolts in the toolbox and pull out the spares he had bought as he looked at the originals he picked one of them up before getting the laser engraver and replicating the numbers from the first one down to the fourth one. He placed the new bolts next to the tool box and then threw the originals into his toolbox. General Question looks at the robotic guard before saying out loud and discreetly pressing on the remote control.

"Begin phase two."

The Robotic guard would then open the shipping container door and reveal the contents. Lots of cardboard boxes lined up neatly and wrapped with plastic. General Question then pull out the scissors and gently cut the plastic plastic wrapping enough to make a big enough hole. He then stepped back a few feet away before discreetly tapping again on the remote control and then he spoke.

"Bring a box."

The robotic guard would place its vacuum section cup hands on of the card board boxes and gently step back as the box was pulled away from the stack as it did not topple the rest and made it way back to the van. The robotic guard then places the box onto the back of the van. Once it is in the back, General Question would use the scissor to open cut the plastic tap on the top of the box to see whats in it. He then popped the flaps open and tried removing the styrofoam casing to see what is inside and saw a CPU fully intact.

"Good....See no need to buy the shipping manifest....Just lucky we found it.....Imagine if this was not it......You see how many containers there are here....please bring forty nine more boxes..."

He had pressed into the small controller already and the robotic guard went back to get more boxes. General Question then got an idea. He went back to the driver seat of the van and put into reverse as he slowly drove it closer to the shipping container. The robotic guard brought another box as General Question saw the robotic guard coming with he step on the brakes to halt his moving van. Once stopped and a bit closer the robotic guard placed an another box into the van. As the robotic guard would go back to take another box did General Question pulled wrapping plastic roll out of the back of the van as it took him a bit of time.

"Heavy roll...should have used the Robotic guard to pull it out....more room to fit the rest.....It will take a while to fill. "

He then took the extra pair of scissors, the cassette tape and the second tranquilizer gun and put it into the van glove box. He then check on the tablet for any other communication with the NYPD dispatchers or police; only to find that the location of the bank was still a good distance away from this warehouse and had started into making new escape routes so as to not interfere with the bank, get caught by any patrolling police cars and avoid the newly made police perimeter.

 

[GrieveWriter]

Earthbound Bunny
Interaction/Mentions: Vahn Agent23
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"Heroes on site please keep parameter as far back as possible planning for coordinated surprise raid."
Reading the message on a chipped PDA, the Earthbound Bunny's visor switched colors to a warm pink as her synthetically altered hum of interest emanated from her.

"Y-You-" a voice from behind her made her glance back to the battered form of the Truant, an ironically named masked vigilante who had had the unfortunate luck of running into her right as she'd taken a moment to plot in this apartment courtyard. While strong enough to defend his home streets from thugs and small time gangs, he'd made a horrible decision to try fighting her off on his own. The results of his thoughtless attempt to rid his home of someone such as her were the broken leg and pulled arm which dragged behind him as he attempted to push himself up. Far be it from her not to recognize passion, despite his battered state he was still staring at her with enough violent intent to make her groan.

Seriously, the first few hundred steps she took out of the sewers and she had to deal with this? Insulting no doubt, but at least it had just been him. Looking up, E.B watched the sky above as rain dribbled on her visor. Storms like the one that was about to pass over brought both negatives and positives, less police meant more criminal activity, but because of how routine that song and dance had become it inevitably led to more heroes racing around to counter them.
Then again, most were focusing on the obvious targets. For more specific cases like E.B, it paid off to have targets that most other villains wouldn't go for.

The click of a mechanism brought her gaze back to the Truant, who in the small amount of time she'd used to take in the scenery had managed to draw a loaded gun. Her visor filled with a pale white as she scoffed, "Seriously?"

Though he was undoubtedly aiming for her torso, the bullet found nothing but the wall on the other side of the courtyard. The moment he'd pulled the trigger, she'd turned into a blur. The Truant tried keeping track of her by rolling around, but soon that blur sailed over him and forced him to quickly shove his broken body to the side to spot her. But it was all for not, as all he saw was her spinning through the air at high speeds before her leg extended and knocked him back to the ground. Landing, E.B bent down to examine his wheezing form before grunting and becoming a blur once again.

Mere seconds later, she stood atop a casino several blocks from the apartment, looking at the PDA once more as the situation at the Bank began to intensify. Big target, big exposure, big response. Undoubtedly every hero within a twelve mile radius of that place would be swooping in to get their big catch. Luckily, E.B didn't have any business in that part of the city today. Before her irritating encounter with the Truant, she'd been preemptively clearing the deep web of sewers of several stockpiles of things. It wasn't anything important, but E.B did have a large number of mechanical parts and tools that she'd collected for her research. As she didn't want her current lair cluttered, she kept all the extra stuff in stockpiles around the sewer network that she could get to anywhere in a moment's notice. Despite it all being extra, it would be inconvenient to lose them all in the eventual flooding that the storm would bring.

After all, who would be stupid enough to leave something of theirs in a sewer during rain like this.

The most endangered stockpiles had been moved, and it had taken just long enough for other villains to start making their plays. This was the part of stormy days that E.B liked the most, since it meant that there would be plenty of distractions for her to take advantage of. Looking away from the direction that the bank was in, her eyes went to the docks instead. More specifically, a device that was in storage near there that she'd been meaning to acquire for some time.

Racing down the side of the casino and weaving around alleys, it only took several more seconds for her to reach the docks. She didn't slow down, instead running up the side of the warehouse in question and running to its rear. To her dismay, she could hear something moving around inside. She wanted to hope that it was just some automatic machinery working in the midst of the storm, but she knew better. Even automatic machinery had some kind of human element overseeing its work. Best case scenario she could get in and get out before it became a problem. Finally skidding to a stop at the edge of the roof, E.B found what she was looking for. A locked skylight facing the ocean beyond that she could get open with a little help from her ever so trusty friend, stolen lock-breaker kit! And who said you had to pay online for such critical tools? Just wait for some idiot to lock themselves out of something, wait for a response and boom.

Of course, being at the skylight allowed her to see the source of the mechanical sounds: some robot looking thing was loading stuff onto a van. There were several reasons why it would be here despite the weather, most of them E.B couldn't bring herself to care about. At its pace, there was a good chance it wouldn't be a problem for her to evade. But more to the point, if it was a trap she'd need to know first and foremost. She knew there were cameras here, and already considered herself on a time limit. The last thing she needed was to get attacked whilst she was working, so she gave a whistle. The sound was synthetically distorted by her helmet, but it should've been enough to garner the robot's attention.

Or better yet, its controller who she hadn't spotted just yet.

"An odd time to be sorting inventory," she said from atop a nearby cargo container "from the looks of this I'd assume either someone has quite unfortunate contractual obligations or I've stumbled upon some form of crime amidst my own."

 

[Yahhah]

Ribcage and Conduit
​

A quick blue blur flew through the air and crashed into the flying car, catching it and laying it down on the ground in a calm and collected manner. Denver looked up from behind the vehicle. "Someone paid an awful lot for that car you know" Denver said to the villain who probably did not care. A trio of razor sharp bone shards flew towards Apex from the opposite direction of Denver. The tall, eye patch wearing form of Wagner could be seen from their origin. He was already wearing some lighter bone armor.
"Hey there fellas. Sorry for being a little late to the party but we got caught up in a mugging along the way" Wagner said nonchalantly, growing more razor sharp bones to replace those lost ones.
Agent23 Selee-01

Horde​

There was the noise of consistent splashing through the sewers as 1 hauled ass to get out of there. There were like 2 clones still behind him labelled 12 and 5. The rest were all in the rushing wave of water that was gaining on them. Multiple clones could be seen floating and being tossed around in the water just behind them. One of them suddenly stuck their head out of the water. "Okay so swimming sucks"! That clone shouted before looking down surprised. "OH MY GOD, 7 drowned"! Suddenly there was a thumbs up that stuck out through the water. The clone that could speak took a breath of relief. "Nevermind he's fine. Oh shit" the clone exclaimed before disappearing under the torrent as well. That was when 1 saw it, a manhole. Freedom without drowning. "You two, throw me there" 1 demanded while pointing at the manhole. The clones looked at each other. "I don't know man" 12 said. "Why should we throw you, what if one of us wants to climb the ladder"? 1 growled in irritation. "Throw me and I will get you cookies next time I make you" 1 promised. The two clones looked at each other before nodding in agreement. They grabbed one by the arms while still running and threw him forward. He grabbed the ladder with his arms and rushed up the ladder and pushed his way into the overworld again where he lay on his back while catching his breath. There were two more screams from the sewer that were discernable. Only one with words that could actually be understood. "NOT WORTH IT"! 1 pulled himself up into a sitting position and looked to the right, a hundred meters away there looked to be a hero fight going on. 1 blinked twice at the whole thing before getting up and walking away. Nope, that was not worth his time, none of his business.

 

[Selee-01]

Ribcage and Conduit
​

A quick blue blur flew through the air and crashed into the flying car, catching it and laying it down on the ground in a calm and collected manner. Denver looked up from behind the vehicle. "Someone paid an awful lot for that car you know" Denver said to the villain who probably did not care. A trio of razor sharp bone shards flew towards Apex from the opposite direction of Denver. The tall, eye patch wearing form of Wagner could be seen from their origin. He was already wearing some lighter bone armor.
"Hey there fellas. Sorry for being a little late to the party but we got caught up in a mugging along the way" Wagner said nonchalantly, growing more razor sharp bones to replace those lost ones.
Agent23 Selee-01

Horde​

There was the noise of consistent splashing through the sewers as 1 hauled ass to get out of there. There like 2 clones still behind him labelled 12 and 5. The rest were all in the rushing wave of water that was gaining on them. Multiple clones could be seen floating and being tossed around in the water just behind them. One of them suddenly stuck their head out of the water. "Okay so swimming sucks"! That clone shouted before looking down surprised. "OH MY GOD, 7 drowned"! Suddenly there was a thumbs up that stuck out through the water. The clone that could speak took a breath of relief. "Nevermind he's fine. Oh shit" the clone exclaimed before disappearing under the torrent as well. That was when 1 saw it, a manhole. Freedom without drowning. "You two, throw me there" 1 demanded while pointing at the manhole. The clones looked at each other. "I don't man" 12 said. "Why should we throw you, what if one of us wants to climb the ladder"? 1 growled in irritation. "Throw me and I will get you cookies next time I make you" 1 promised. The two clones looked at each other before nodding in agreement. They grabbed one by the arms while still running and threw him forward. He grabbed the ladder with his arms and rushed up the ladder and pushed his way into the overworld again where he lay on his back while catching his breath. There were two more screams from the sewer that were discernable. Only one with words that could actually be understood. "NOT WORTH IT"! 1 pulled himself up into a sitting position and looked to the right, a hundred meters away there looked to be a hero fight going on. 1 blinked twice at the whole thing before getting up and walking away. Nope, that was not worth his time, none of his business.

Apex

The supervillain looked both interested and bored. With a wave, he deflected the bony shards, and then unleashed a kinetic wave of force that would likely throw all three heroes. Then he shot into the sky like a bullet, pulling a few cars and lumps of masonry with him. Floating high above, he hurled the vehicles and rock towards the heroes at immense speeds.

“Oh my, don’t get excited over little old me!” Apex shouted. Then he lunged towards Conduit, hitting him like a truck and then accelerating with him in tow.

“Hello!” He shouted through the howling wind. “I’m just going to demonstrate how to defeat a rookie hero in midair. Do you mind?” He then delivered a telekinetic-enhanced punch to Conduit’s face.

“Sorry!”

 

[Agent23]

Atronarch

In all fairness, his plan wasnt exactly a good one. Lunge at the telekinetic, genius. Those were the thoughts that filled his mind as he was launched back by the shield coming into play. He was distracted enough that the car would've hit him hard if not for the interception. He was about to say thanks when another concussive wave sent him rolling backwards again. "Alright, that's enough!" he exclaimed as he rose to his feet barely acknowledging his allies arrival, he'd thank them later if they didn't die here. Apex lifted himself into the air with a metric crap ton of debris but by that time apex had already gotten back to his feet, thank god for superhuman speed. Finally the debris rocketed back down like a rain of destruction. The time for pulling punches had ended for certain. The first projectile that came towards him was a car, which he swatted down with a palm flat on the hood as if he were blocking a 3 pointer in basketball. Behind it were several more stones and boulders which he tried to intercept all of but was only able to stop about half. Shattering many into clouds of dust with fast and hard punches, until that dust got in his eyes and he took a stone to the face, one to the pelvis, and a third to the spine as he doubled over from the unlucky shot before. He groaned as the last shot floored him but already he could feel the itchy feeling of his regeneration crawling across his skin like an army of spiders. While on the ground he spotted what he thought would be his saving grace. The trailer hitch ball from the car that he struck had detached . From his prone position he rolled slightly towards it feigning intense pain, likely convincingly because he was in fact in extreme pain as three bones were resetting themselves. Nonetheless when he got close enough he scooped the heavy hunk of metal into his pocket saving it for an opportunity. "Guys...Anyone got any idea's? Or maybe some good sneak game?" he said quietly enough that Apex wouldn't be able to hear it from his altitude. or so he thought but his answer was cut short by the impact of the telekinetic hero launching himself at conduit. Taking advantage of the moment of being occupied Atronarch sprung to his feet again with a subtle moan of pain from his pelvis injury. He would be the sneak gamer. The crash of the debris had kicked up a cloud of dust that hovered in the air seemingly undisturbed by the rain. The perfect cover, but rather than a tackle this time he was going to turn that 8lb hunk of metal into a bullet with a super powered fastball. He just needed to wait for his opportunity.​

 

[kasigi]

Meo


The rhythmic tapping of a single claw on a parapet roof's edge rang out, with a figure laying across it, balancing on the small wall that overlooked the bustling streets below. While inaction claws at the minds of others, Meo was content. His dilated eyes, full of curiosity, scanned the cityscape of towering buildings and the emptiness where silhouettes usually wandered on the paved walkways.

The average, normal life of the citizens was like a show - drama, action, romance - they were fun to watch, even if it wasn't necessarily spectacular. With the storm coming, it was a special occasion. The howling gusts of wind brushing through his fur, acting as a white noise that stimulated his ears in the same way that absolute silence would. Meo's relaxation was abruptly interrupted by a ping from the communicator on his collar. Along with the tiny bell that hung from his neck, there was also a tiny device he was given to stay somewhat in contact with the other heroes. At this point, Meo hadn't been in the position to use it just yet, though.. Truthfully, he was itching for something to do. There's only so much you can do in regards to hero work without proper direction.

In one swift motion, the device around his neck and been plucked off without a sound, resting in the palm of his hand. He looked down at it, his curiosity persisting as he read what was said on the message board. Apparently, heroes were going to gather in an attempt to get work done. Without the specifics, Meo wasn't particularly interested, prompting him to hold the communicator idly as he continued to lay.

"It wouldn't hurt to at least check it out, would it?" He snickered to himself, dropping himself off of the parapet roof and onto the ground below, gracefully making contact with the ground without so much as a sound. He turned back to the communicator. At this point, he would be a few minutes late, but that wouldn't hurt anyone, would it? Confirming his participation, he was given information on the location.

Luckily, the location wasn't too far away. Not for Meo, anyways, as he would manage to get there pretty rapidly. Corners, cracks, any obstacles in the way were a non-issue as Meo slid between them effortlessly, his body contorting and twisting as he moved. It didn't take very long until the location was in sight. A pipe that lead to the top of one of the buildings provided a quick and easy way of access, with Meo perching himself on yet another rooftop not too far from the bank.

While he got there fast, he responded much too slow - the show had already begun. From what he could see, the people involved had an interesting set of powers. He could make out pretty easily who the heroes were and who wasn't - stolen money and intimidating outfits usually end up giving it away. The lone villain seemed to be holding his own rather well so far, but it looked like he would end up succumbing to the numbers advantage the heroes had going for them. As long as none of the heroes died, it wouldn't be too big of a problem, so Meo decided he'd watch for a while longer unless things got too deadly. On that note, he had to remind himself to be nonlethal as well - any normal human would be cut to ribbons if he struck them with intent, so he'd have to be careful if he ever took them out. After all, he's not supposed to kill the villains, rather take them in to be imprisoned. While it wasn't necessarily something he understood, there was no arguing with the orders. Even if Meo thought that it would be easier to keep the streets clean if he incinerated the trash instead of throwing it in the bin, it's not something he could argue about.

The oncoming storm set the mood for the skirmish between the heroes and the lone villain. Psychokinesis, telekinesis, what have you. The ability to move things with your mind is incredibly formidable, leading to an unfortunate fate if you aren't careful. With how flashy it is, its easy to pick out when it's being used - after all, debris isn't thrown around like projectiles for no reason. He was wondering how he should approach the situation if they ended up needed his help. A swift slice to the neck, maybe, while he hasn't noticed him? That wouldn't be very hero-like in this situation. The only choice would be knocking him out in one blow. Until the time potentially came, Meo only peered over the side of the rooftop, watching the battle from afar.

​

 

[Yahhah]

Ribcage and Conduit
​

Ribcage didn't move a muscle when the villain shot into the sky, he could feel a wave of resistance, but he willed hooks of bone to grow from his ankles and anchor him to the ground. His hair did fly like it was hit by a blast of wind but he didn't move much. Being an immobile tank was sort of Ribcage's thing after all. He lifted his right arm and a sheet a dense bone began to grow out of it resembling a shield that may have been used by Romans. Ribcage used the shield to protect him from any kind of debris, when the debris stopped coming Ribcage did away with his hooks and used his shield to hide him taking a gulp of milk from his canteen. Conduit was knocked back though and the wind was knocked out of him as the villain crashed into him, but instead attempting to extricate himself from the villain or panicking Conduit grabbed the villain by the shoulders and he gave a giggle. Of course the villain had no idea what his powers were but Denver always found it funny when someone put them at perfect range for a point blank attack. His eyes began to glow white and his skin began to glow an even brighter shade of blue. He began to channel a bit of stored up plasma energy through his fingers and handing over the lightning like, blazing hot energy to the villain. Most likely causing a painful burning sensation over the villain's upper body, which slowly began to edge its way down to the lower body. Of course the plasma wasn't at such a high concentration to cause lasting mortal damage, but it'd certainly hurt like hell. Conduit's face head went back in recoil from the punch, but he didn't relent and he didn't let go of the villain's shoulders as his plasmic attack continued.
Agent23 Selee-01

 

[PlusUltra]

Maxwells Demon
Location: Open Street, NYC
Tags: Agent23 Yahhah Selee-01 (Open)

As a new update came in through her visor it appeared she now had time, place, and event all booked cutting her freeform exploration short, on plus side something for an audience that loved her was definitely more rewarding than the rest of the meetings. She had been doing so many of those meet and greets with people in suits recently that she really lost track, Karen constantly pushing as many as she could in hopes of the eventual break into a big picture movie deal.

Kicking off a wall without much of a sound she rebounds in the opposite direction following the arrow to the meet spot, though as she closed in it seemed that at least to were already there with only one appearing to be of the heroic variety. A few more clicks of her gauntlet zoomed in on the individuals, translation software and directional mics upon the lips gave her what her ears were lacking, and finally, the recording was up and running. Ok so let's see, a floating guy called apex? well, that's something she can work with, telekinetic maybe...yep telekinetic with a shield so guess without that there is probably not anything to write home about durability wise, psychics tend to be mind lacking body and she didn't want to blast his head off.

Landing upon the roof she peers downwards into the streets while extracting a silver box and taking a long drag before breathing out smoke into the cold air, sure she prefered something actually lit but rain tended to take exception to those. Hmm now another joined the party so this would be three against one? well best make an entrance regardless, pulling out a blue ball to roll between her fingers and keeping it in her hand as she finally jumps. Leaping downwards at an angle she goes to dropkick Apex from his blindside, unless this guy was a moron the shield bubble would likely be well....a bubble but a weak point was always a possibility if it's focused at the front, regardless slamming it around should disorientate him like a punch drunk boxer if done enough.

Regardless she flips over to land with a smile and a pose "Seriously the entire Darwin thing is overdone, Prey? Oh ah, pray you didn't think taking the first word under five letters in a biology book that sounded cool would actually be impressive, really Apex?...More like Apoplex a few minutes from now, or even without that, you would probably be hoping for it if EA's lawyers decide to get involved" The moment the man turns his attention to her their grip would tighten and the blue ball in the hand explodes in a blinding light hoping to add dazzling to the list of effects. "You could at least have had the decency of committing something like this on a sunny day? Though I guess then you would need to worry about even more glare...Oh and Hi to the others, sorry if I'm kind of a fashionably late kind of party guest sometimes" giving a faint wave to the others gathered before bounding in once more with a swiping kick towards the head with far more speed than one would expect "So about the name? Let's get something a bit better...Bubble Boy? Cracker Jack?... Oh Mind Freak! No guess Angel would sue" A taunting grin remains on her lips as her words continue to run and act like the entire thing was a game to her.

 

[Selee-01]

Ribcage and Conduit
​

Ribcage didn't move a muscle when the villain shot into the sky, he could feel a wave of resistance, but he willed hooks of bone to grow from his ankles and anchor him to the ground. His hair did fly like it was hit by a blast of wind but he didn't move much. Being an immobile tank was sort of Ribcage's thing after all. He lifted his right arm and a sheet a dense bone began to grow out of it resembling a shield that may have been used by Romans. Ribcage used the shield to protect him from any kind of debris, when the debris stopped coming Ribcage did away with his hooks and used his shield to hide him taking a gulp of milk from his canteen. Conduit was knocked back though and the wind was knocked out of him as the villain crashed into him, but instead attempting to extricate himself from the villain or panicking Conduit grabbed the villain by the shoulders and he gave a giggle. Of course the villain had no idea what his powers were but Denver always found it funny when someone put them at perfect range for a point blank attack. His eyes began to glow white and his skin began to glow an even brighter shade of blue. He began to channel a bit of stored up plasma energy through his fingers and handing over the lightning like, blazing hot energy to the villain. Most likely causing a painful burning sensation over the villain's upper body, which slowly began to edge its way down to the lower body. Of course the plasma wasn't at such a high concentration to cause lasting mortal damage, but it'd certainly hurt like hell. Conduit's face head went back in recoil from the punch, but he didn't relent and he didn't let go of the villain's shoulders as his plasmic attack continued.
Agent23 Selee-01

Apex

As the plasma boiled over Apex’s body, his eyes widened. Then he shrieked in terror, a concentrated blast forcing Conduit away with a powerful shockwave. He slapped at the burning plasma, stumbling to earth and throwing his loot aside as he panicked. After a moment, he threw his scorched gloves aside, revealing old burns on the backs of his hands.

His eyes seemed to glow with hatred, Apex’s anger boiling as an electric hum in the ears of everyone present.

Maxwells Demon
Location: Open Street, NYC
Tags: Agent23 Yahhah Selee-01 (Open)

As a new update came in through her visor it appeared she now had time, place, and event all booked cutting her freeform exploration short, on plus side something for an audience that loved her was definitely more rewarding than the rest of the meetings. She had been doing so many of those meet and greets with people in suits recently that she really lost track, Karen constantly pushing as many as she could in hopes of the eventual break into a big picture movie deal.

Kicking off a wall without much of a sound she rebounds in the opposite direction following the arrow to the meet spot, though as she closed in it seemed that at least to were already there with only one appearing to be of the heroic variety. A few more clicks of her gauntlet zoomed in on the individuals, translation software and directional mics upon the lips gave her what her ears were lacking, and finally, the recording was up and running. Ok so let's see, a floating guy called apex? well, that's something she can work with, telekinetic maybe...yep telekinetic with a shield so guess without that there is probably not anything to write home about durability wise, psychics tend to be mind lacking body and she didn't want to blast his head off.

Landing upon the roof she peers downwards into the streets while extracting a silver box and taking a long drag before breathing out smoke into the cold air, sure she prefered something actually lit but rain tended to take exception to those. Hmm now another joined the party so this would be three against one? well best make an entrance regardless, pulling out a blue ball to roll between her fingers and keeping it in her hand as she finally jumps. Leaping downwards at an angle she goes to dropkick Apex from his blindside, unless this guy was a moron the shield bubble would likely be well....a bubble but a weak point was always a possibility if it's focused at the front, regardless slamming it around should disorientate him like a punch drunk boxer if done enough.

Regardless she flips over to land with a smile and a pose "Seriously the entire Darwin thing is overdone, Prey? Oh ah, pray you didn't think taking the first word under five letters in a biology book that sounded cool would actually be impressive, really Apex?...More like Apoplex a few minutes from now, or even without that, you would probably be hoping for it if EA's lawyers decide to get involved" The moment the man turns his attention to her their grip would tighten and the blue ball in the hand explodes in a blinding light hoping to add dazzling to the list of effects. "You could at least have had the decency of committing something like this on a sunny day? Though I guess then you would need to worry about even more glare...Oh and Hi to the others, sorry if I'm kind of a fashionably late kind of party guest sometimes" giving a faint wave to the others gathered before bounding in once more with a swiping kick towards the head with far more speed than one would expect "So about the name? Let's get something a bit better...Bubble Boy? Cracker Jack?... Oh Mind Freak! No guess Angel would sue" A taunting grin remains on her lips as her words continue to run and act like the entire thing was a game to her.

The kick knocked Apex sprawling, but he whirled to his feet in an instant. Smoking and enraged, he roared mindlessly and reached out towards her throat. As he choked her, a telekinetically-empowered fist plowed into her nose, hopefully breaking it.

He dropped her, panting in exhaustion, and screamed again. A constant pressure exploded from his body, shattering windows and slamming into the heroes with the force of a truck.

 

[PlusUltra]

Maxwells Demon
Location: Open Street, NYC
Tags: Agent23 Yahhah Selee-01 (Open)

Whatever Apex believed would happen, the truth of the matter was in fact the complete opposite in multiple ways not removing her grin in the slightest, even earning a small giggle from the efforts. The constricting force upon her neck did not have the intended compression but instead, it looked like her neck swelled slightly in response and the blow to her face even got a pleasurable sigh for the efforts as it straightens with a healthy glow, "Aww thanks sugah, but I'm thinking you got your parties muddled up in that pretty little head of yours, you really should watch a bit more TV....." she was about to speak on a bit further before the explosive force seems to suck her directly in towards the man, perhaps getting a little too close as she spread her arms just before slaming in him chest to chest as the force continues "I mean ive always got time for fans but your a little forward, buy a girl dinner first you know? Oh and i guess dont rob banks and pay taxes too helps out alot as well" gthe force sucking the arms around him in some form of a hug getting tighter by the villains own power.

 

[Morephalynx]

Lyle Marigold > wreaked Marigold Cafe off open street > mentions PlusUltra Agent23 Yahhah Selee-01

Everything read to the unprepared as already happened. The accidents when they occurred at such high speeds were nothing but a blur then horror. He had heard the sound of the wind whipping through the air, he heard the shattering of the storm covers that had been so lovingly put up over the windows to cover them, and he vaguely caught the impression of the car as it passed through the middle of the room. He was rendered temporarily deaf by the deflected car tearing it's a way through the center of the room, the hard metal contact scratching at such a high pitch and violent sound that his ears were left buzzing.

It took Lyle a second to register that he himself had been hit. A shard of jagged metal had fragmented off either the car or the metal window shutters and very narrowly missed cutting straight through his skull instead of just leaving a bleeding cut across the side of his head. He quickly put the small towel he had been carrying to the side of his scalp and took stock of the situation. He looked to the center of the room which had a few moments prior been inhabited by a number of closely packed people. He really wished he hadn't checked on them a part of him already knew what he would see there.

"Get everyone in here to the back!" He said loudly trying to catch at least some of the people under the spell of his coffee's control to get moving. It worked like a chain each person finding another who was under his control, without fear or doubt the truly indoctrinated began working on pressing the less or totally indoctrinated into the back rooms. One yelled out in pain but continued to move on, Marigold was shocked to find a bone sticking out of his right shoulder as if it had been fired out of a cannon towards him. He quickly ran over and ordered the man down grabbing a medical kit from behind the coffee counter and trying to press the Hemostatic bandaged into the wound to try and stop the bleeding.

He was moving fast, everything was moving too damn fast for him, his eyes glanced around seeking some source of all this madness in his peaceful place. His eyes briefly settled on the fight outside and all at once it made sense. They weren't under attack they were in crossfire. He grabbed the collar of two of the people on the ground. They weren't moving but he didn't have time to check if they were truly dead or not he just wanted to help them as much as he could. The indoctrinated that he was treating continued to work towards moving people back into the kitchens, alive or dead.

"Get them out of the building into the one down the street" he shouted to one of his workers who was dragging people out just like he was. They needed space, away from the Meta Brawl. While this was just a regular fight to them even a minor Meta can do serious damage to people just off to the sides of their target if they aren't careful.

He personally wasn't thinking about his own safety at the moment. Handing off one his wounded to a couple of his workers he went back in for more. He suddenly felt his right shoulder feel like it was on fire. He caught the back end of the reflected Plasma. Luckily it had cooled to merely burning off the sleeve of his shirt and making the skin on his shoulder turn pink and blister within seconds. On the other hand, second-degree burns hurt the most.

He dropped flat and added his own chorus of screams to the now already full choir in his coffee shop as he experienced easily the most physically painful thing he had ever felt in his life. He was conscious enough to wave off some of his workers as they ran over to him but the best he could do in terms of moving out of harm's way was to press his back up against a table. Sadly he was on the wrong side and was merely watching the fight now but he wouldn't have anyone grab him while there were others needing help even if that meant quietly watching the fight in front of him threatening his life.

 

[Vahn]

Interaction: GrieveWriter




Unknown to Earthbound Bunny the moment she took using the lock-breaker kit, the drone that was hovering in the passenger seat of the van had informed General Question that someone was going to come in. Well in reality the drone kept on using its mechanical arm to tap General Question multiple times. To which General Question would stare into the tablet he was holding to see the sensor only before switching to see the video camera feed from the drone looking at Earthbound Bunny to which he then understood what it was trying to say before making a mental note to create a speech modulator onto the drone when he gets around to making one.

General Question took the time to watch her open it and go somewhere as the drone lost sight of her and the drone is currently on stand by in the passenger seat and refusing to move away only to her make a whistle. General Question waited for a moment then heard her declaration: "An odd time to be sorting inventory, from the looks of this I'd assume either someone has quite unfortunate contractual obligations or I've stumbled upon some form of crime amidst my own." Intresting that last part so it eliminates the contingency plans A, B and C. Though that leaves a potential ally or potential enemy, as he thought about this he decided not to be a rude host and show himself to her.

General Question opened the door from the drivers side and step out of the van. He readjusted his peaked cap a bit staring at the side-view mirror to make it seem like he is putting on his peaked cap as a distinguished military officer but in reality he is using it scope a bit before seeing where she was and there she is atop a nearby cargo container. He then turned to face her and now little bit of flair and good thing he practiced. He then began Stechschritt or better known as goose stepping a few steps towards the cargo container she was on before stopping, placing his right hand on top of his right pec and doing a small bow. He then replies in his robotic voice.

" Good morning Madam unless my audio receptors are malfunctioning then pardon my impudence as for your declaration, you have indeed stumbled upon a crime when amidst your own. "

From the corner of eye, he still sees his robotic guard still doings it job of putting CPU boxes into the van and only twenty more boxes. General Question straighten himself upright before looking up at her only to realize one thing that her positioning is similar to the high ground stance he had heard about and is already making new calculations before speaking again in his robotic voice.

" Now as seeing that you decide to use the locked skylight and decided not to attack my companion, one can assume you are here to acquire something... Unlike other people must have gotten the shipping manifest which in theory suggest it is something much more valuable.... "

He then casually looks around at the various shipping containers and taking note of his robotic guard putting in a few more CPU boxes before looking back her and speaking with his robotic voice.

" If one were to theorize it must also be something small as it looks like you are alone in this endeavor unless you have something akin to quantum teleportation. Even if the theory is laughed at and mocked by the quantum physics scientists and the earned ire and wrath of big corporations of oil and power for even suggesting the possibility of a functional quantum teleportation device but alas those notes were destroyed by the powers that exist. There is only one question that sparks my interest more than anything else right now.... Would you rather I assist you or would you rather I stay out of your way? That is the General Question, I ask to you. "

General Question then waited for her response and hopes maybe she can understand the madness he spouts and the clues he has given

 

[GrieveWriter]

The Earthbound Bunny
Interaction/Mention: Vahn​

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If there was one thing E.B generally couldn't tolerate, it was long winded speeches. If it weren't for the fact that he was pretty much actively revealing his thought process throughout it, she would've assumed he was wasting her time. But no, the addition of the oddly genre-specific marching motion convincing her that he was just really into character, whether it was purposeful or not. Given the insignia on the robot, she figured that it was either an outside contractor or some kind of tinkerer making a move. Earthbound Bunny folded her arms as he managed to sidetrack himself into an internal rant about the downplayed possibilities of quantum teleportation which, though accurate under review, lacked direct relevancy to the situation.

She did her best to ignore the odd pun that seemed strangely coordinated, as the General get up and the Question mark get up did seem intentional, instead turning her head away and giving an artificially distorted laugh under her helmet as its color shifted to white. The General questioned whether she wanted his assistance or avoidance, the very suggestion humoring her to no end. Despite how impressive his robotic ingenuity seemed, E.B couldn't think of anything he could offer her at the moment that would warrant cooperation of any type. He'd been right in his assessment of her acquiring the shipping manifest specifically for an opening like the one Apex's fight offered. And even without knowing which of the many shipping containers it lied in, her speed made such a search irrelevant.

"Hmph, as if I'd need to ask for assistance over such a simple task." she laughed before turning into a blur and darting away.

In a matter of moments, that very blur whipped around the entirety of the warehouse in a high speed assortment of motions. All around the doors of the cargo containers began swinging open, with several of the contents being spilled out as the blur checked one after another. The blur travelled up and down walls, along the ceiling several times. If E.B were to time herself, she'd find with no small amount of smugness that it had taken her about ten seconds flat to locate the specific cargo crate stowed away in a corner container. But after looking at what was inside for only a half second, she sped back beside General Question's van and slid to a stop beside it with a large metal briefcase in one hand.

"Ahem, on second thought I figure that villains should build bridges with each other when its possible." she said before glancing to the boxes casually before a chime led her to check her PDA "And given how many heroes are being draw towards that Bank business, I believe that our window of opportunity is getting smaller."

Hopefully the fight was causing as much damage as the Dispatch officials were saying it was, if they were lucky then the Heroes would be too busy aiding the nearby civilians to go back on the prowl just yet. Even so, if it kept drawing more attention from elsewhere then there was a good chance that one of the responding heroes came across them on their way. It was a slim chance, both she and the General seemed to have taken care with their entrance, so as long as they were equally careful on their way out there shouldn't have been much cause for a hero to wonder. But then again, the powers of metas were wide and varied. For all she knew some paranoid flyer with x-ray vision was scanning along the city coast at that very moment. Either way, she figured getting the General's task done with haste would be mutually beneficial in the long run.

"So its just these boxes right?" She tilted her head towards him before taking hold of the metal case's handle in both arms and spinning in place "Should be done in a split, really."

She launched the metal case up into the air before racing into the container, as the General's Guard moved another box, E.B's blur passed by it several dozen times. When the Guard placed the box it was holding into the vehicle, the rest of them were already packed and E.B had sat herself atop the van. Holding her hand out, she caught the falling case before it even got close to the ground. Setting it beside her, she kept one hand on it while checking her PDA to keep track of the Apex fight as well.

"So what would a purveyor of robotics be doing with so many CPUs anyway?" she wondered allowed while casually swinging a leg off the side of the van, casually nodding towards the Robotic Guard "I assume its for more of those fellows, but I can only imagine what you'd be using them for. Big heist? Robotic Army? Personal pleasure palace staffed entirely with Maid Droids?"

Though she laughed, her helmet darkened as she kept track of the situation on her PDA, seeing that it wouldn't be holding the attention of hero and law enforcement for long.



Dana Cordovan
Interaction/Mention: PlusUltra Agent23 Yahhah Selee-01 Morephalynx

Stormy days were the worst...

That was the one thing Dana thought as she stared up at the ruined ceiling of the café she worked at. A hard worker for over a year now, she'd hoped that the weather wouldn't be as bad as the news said, but found the ensuing hero-villain fights the more pressing danger. She didn't know what she was thinking, coming in instead of just taking the day off. Nobody would've blamed her, everyone knew the risks that storms like these brought in terms of Villain activity. But finals were coming up in a few weeks, and she'd need the extra cash to cover her study group if she wanted to move up in the world. Baking pastries in a Marigold café wasn't the end of her ambitions, no matter what her friends thought of her.

The boss had them convert the store into a storm shelter for those who would otherwise be stranded by the weather, something Dana had recognized for both its charitable and business oriented vibes. The boss may have had an image for compassion and generosity, but Dana hadn't struggled through four years of a business degree to not recognize the inherent genius of the manuever. It was something her friends had always gotten on her about, always seeing everything in terms of money instead of the human drive behind them. They wouldn't understand, wouldn't come to recognize just how much power there was in mere money. Mr. Marigold understood, Dana was sure of it. Perhaps that's why she felt working for him would've been the safest choice of employment.

But on stormy days like these, the term 'Safe' was relative.

She was reminded of that when the bank nearby was attacked by a Villain, reminded when heroes came to stop him, reminded when the ensuing fight sent a car crashing right into the middle of the store.

Dana didn't know when she wound up on her back, nor how many were probably injured by the vehicle on its way in. In fact, all she could think of at that particular point in time was how much it would cost for them to fix this. Maybe they could sue one of the heroes or villains? It wasn't her place to wonder on matters such as that, Mr. Marigold was usually able to handle disaster expenses fairly well. But that line of thought led her to remember that he was in the building too, their boss, the one who paid them. Dana snapped up off the floor, glancing to the side to find that a torn piece of wood had embedded itself in her arm. She looked at it for a moment before wincing as she stood, scrunching up her face in a mix of anger and pain whilst scanning the room for the boss.

She spotted him having the staff usher the injured into the back of the café, the towel around his head causing Dana to narrow her eyes as she started pushing through the crowd, "Sir!" she called out, only for her voice to be momentarily drowned out by the clashing of the heroes outside. Her eyes snapped up towards them, realizing that their battle was just as dangerous as ever. Her face fell as she watched the plasma descend right towards her employer, his cries urging her to push forward towards him even as he pulled against a table. He was too close, far too close to the freak show going on outside. There was no way in hell she'd go back to job hunting this close to finals, so despite her wounded arm she clung to the side of the table as she leaned around it and glared at her employer.

"Sir, you have to move!" she called out whilst glancing cautiously towards the fight outside "I can't just let you die, damn it! Come on!"

With that said, she tried to be as careful of his wounds as possible while trying to support him on her shoulder. She needed to at least get him away from this part of the store. Despite how much destruction was being caused, the Heroes at least looked close to taking that villain down. Sure, the back of the store was still just as destructible to a bunch of meta-humans, but it was far better than being this close to the splash zone.

 

[Selee-01]

Maxwells Demon
Location: Open Street, NYC
Tags: Agent23 Yahhah Selee-01 (Open)

Whatever Apex believed would happen, the truth of the matter was in fact the complete opposite in multiple ways not removing her grin in the slightest, even earning a small giggle from the efforts. The constricting force upon her neck did not have the intended compression but instead, it looked like her neck swelled slightly in response and the blow to her face even got a pleasurable sigh for the efforts as it straightens with a healthy glow, "Aww thanks sugah, but I'm thinking you got your parties muddled up in that pretty little head of yours, you really should watch a bit more TV....." she was about to speak on a bit further before the explosive force seems to suck her directly in towards the man, perhaps getting a little too close as she spread her arms just before slaming in him chest to chest as the force continues "I mean ive always got time for fans but your a little forward, buy a girl dinner first you know? Oh and i guess dont rob banks and pay taxes too helps out alot as well" gthe force sucking the arms around him in some form of a hug getting tighter by the villains own power.

Apex

The villain exploded into the sky, pulling up everything in the immediate area as he ascended. High above the streets, he breathed heavily for a moment. He was losing, it was plain to see. Apex was growing tired, and his foes were still fresh.

Divide and conquer.

He snatched Conduit, focusing on restraining him a safe distance away. With a hostage, he could make them back off, he hoped.

“Stay back, or he gets it!” Apex shouted, eyes wild. “I’m not joking!”

Yahhah

 

[Yahhah]

Conduit and Ribcage
Agent23 Selee-01 PlusUltra
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Wagner gritted his teeth upon seeing his brother being grabbed, it brought back bad memories. Damn. Upon being grabbed Conduit seemed a bit confused, why was this villain trying to grab him so much? Denver supposed he hadn't learned his lesson. He began to glow once more becoming a brighter shade of blue then he had been before his eyes glowed incredibly brightly. Waves of plasma began to come off of him, not enough to kill anyone but it was certainly more than the first burn. Denver didn't need to be able to move to send out the blazing blue energy towards the offending villain.