Fantasy Superhero Times

[Aelia Aeldyne]

Rogue Killer - The airport​

That question made me raise an eyebrow, though I quickly brought it down; I wasn't sure about the meaning of "dakka", but judging by the guy, he probably meant assistance or firepower, two things I was happy to say I could provide en masse if needed, and in reasonable amounts in general. With a flick of my wrist I brought forth my bow; it was a quite monstrous piece honestly. Four feet of cold, black steel, with a rope of the same material - it was gnarly and ill-looking, and was covered in alien-ish carved patterns. To me it was just another item of mine, though, forged by my maker and as perfect as the day it had been made.

"I've got this for firepower... And if you just need suppression, I can provide too. I don't have many defensive abilities, but I can manage a few protections. I'm also quite mobile, so I can change positions quickly. So. What do you think we should do ?"

chaieftainoftheeye

 

[chaieftainoftheeye]

he nods, green hand stroking his chin. "i waz planning to talk with a third party for the sake of information and allowing these git'z to get up to fighting strength. after dat i was goin ta storm the building with my gitz and krump the badun'z good." he looks over at rouge. "if you'z got a better way to pass 20 minutes let me know. otherwise i'z goin to talk to those git'z." he looks to the piles of fungus that continued to grow, examining them. "hmm.. you see an eye in there? i'z think i see an eye." after a few more seconds of staring he shrugs. "ah nevermind, let's go talk to this third party alroight?"


Aelia Aeldyne

 

[Deathkitten]

Father Anderson frowned at the tithing container. This was the third time this week that someone had taken the coin from it. He had watched carefully during the last session and noticed no one emptying it. His children... the orphans that lived here... he doubted any of them were doing this either. His knuckle rested against his mouth, one arm folded and supporting the other. What was he to do with this?

He knew Xasura had abilities... as did a few of his other children... but Xasura was eager to use them. Perhaps he could set him on this conundrum. Ahh... but where had he gone off to now? He pulled a phone out of his pocket, ancient by today's standards, and flipped it open. He pressed a couple of buttons and speed-dialed the child. All of his children had phones. They were simple, and had minimal functions because he couldn't afford more, but they were important for safety. If they didn't answer his calls, however, they would be in a bit of trouble. He only called when it was important.

"Hello? Xasura dear, this is Father Anderson. I could use your help solving a bit of a theft at the Cathedral. I'm rather concerned and given your interest in Hero business, I think there's no person more perfect for this job than you in the building. Could you please head over? Thank you, son. God bless," he snapped his phone shut after he was done and turned to look at the little girl behind him.

"Ah, Serenity. I didn't see you there. You're so very quiet. Would you like to join Xasura for a bit of sleuthing? I'm sure he'd appreciate the company."

The girl nodded silently, blushing a little.

"Don't be shy, child. I know you like him. It is natural for someone your age. That does not mean, however, that you should fear to be friends with him for your feelings. You are both kind and pure souls, and you attract one another like beacons. Your shyness will pass in time. For now, though, we must wait for him to make his way home."

ManofManyRoles Osuka

 

[Osuka]

WolfSpider

Time: I think it’s almost time for lunch? I’m really hungry.

Location: The Queen Mary – which I wish didn’t have such amazing acoustics for just today!


That screech – and probably agreeing to help Shade – was going to give him a headache for quite a while now, and considering Chorus for upcoming Mass was going to be in the cathedral later today, he wasn’t happy about it. Still, the man was agreeing to do things by the book – at least he hoped, and that was all he needed. The rest he basically blocked out as he got to work. Getting on all fours and seeming to be quite proficient in the movement, he’d begin to sniff around the area. Anything that he could possibly find that could match the woman or maybe even the person responsible was all he was looking for. Any strange scents. He’d start in the more obvious places – right underneath the piano as he crawled about, nose low to the ground as his rapid sniffing continued in near silence. Thankfully, his sense of smell wasn’t exactly something that was dulled by the suit’s mask – something he was sure to painstakingly ensure as he had constructed it from scratch. If he found nothing there, he’d be a little less obvious, like checking the seat and inside the piano.

Of course, his movements weren’t exactly obstructed by the obstacles as he sniffed around and observed the underside of the stool, the legs for any kinds of scratches or marks that were recent, and he would move on to the piano itself. Standing atop the more firmly constructed portion between the keys and the lid, Xasura would move the lid out of his way with ease and prop it more open as he looked within and use his sense of smell in an attempt to divine any traces that could have been recent, then move along to the other portions of the stage.

“I figure maybe the guy had to leave something behind to keep Ms. Jenny here,” he started, muttering to himself moreso than to his present company. “If he did, I should hopefully be able to pick it up and you might be able to use it to get info on the guy – like that one hero with really good technology, or maybe someone of the Keaton family that has a bunch of Divination experts? And if all else fails, maybe Father Anderson could help? He doesn’t like talking about his past, but I’m sure that maybe he can get some Guidance and point you in the right direction. Then you can get a hold of me and we’ll go help Ms. Jenny.”

Truth be told, he didn’t really know much about how the Keatons did their thing except what was shown on the media, since his studies were mostly academic and religious, but he did know they were effective, and Father Anderson hasn’t been wrong yet. As far as the new Hero that was really good with technology…. Well, she wasn’t exactly the best of people as far as what he’s heard. She had it rough, and she let it make her heart a little colder and harder than he felt it should be, but if even she could become a Hero that’s careful and methodical, she couldn’t be all that bad, right?



Alexandria Norman
AKA: Machina

Time: General morning timeframe

Location: Redacted


The blonde woke with a start, and after a sudden inhale, found herself very sharply sneezing into her blanket… Which was fucking gross. A groan of revulsion and irritable defeat left her as she threw the blanket from her nude form and curled up with her head on her knees. Holy hell in a handbasket, if she didn’t know better, she’d figure that maybe being a raging alcoholic had its repercussions after all! The pain of the hangover she knew she’d have to deal with at some point came rolling in like a typhoon that made her close her eyes tightly. The room she was in, pitch black, didn’t feel like it was dark enough. Was it even possible to go below zero lumens? Even Space had light, or else Earth wouldn’t be observable, and the sun’s ultraviolet rays-

A seething exhale of irritation and pain left her as she felt another throbbing wave of hangover regret wash through her cranium, which was not only simply brought on by her ruminations, but also the sudden – albeit very gentle and quiet – voice of her very own top-of-the-list, cream-of-the-crop Virtual Intelligence designated N.A.M.I.N.A..

“Doctor Norman,” the cool, gentle soprano of her VI whispered. “It is time to deal with your hangover. You should be cautious with Hydrating – as reinebriation is possible. The Blood Alcohol Content you currently suffer from is-”

“I know, Namina,” Alexandria muttered. Thankfully, the receptors in her room were strong enough to pick up even the quietest of muffled whispers in her hideout. “Can you get Vroom to get me water?”

A single, very quiet beep of confirmation was nearly inaudible to Alexandria as she sat in her pitch-dark little hideaway from the world, and after another minute or so, she felt the cool surface of a glass of water and a steel disk bump her toes. Vroom, her little floating assistant that Namina primarily controlled, had brought her not only water, but an array of different drugs – such as an Acetaminophen with Aspirin and Caffeine (since she was too proud to call her own version of it Excedrin), other miscellaneous prescriptions, and of course her very own alcohol detox drug she affectionately called Fixer from one of her favorite retro games – as well. She knew it would simply mindlessly hover where it currently was until she took the contents that it entreated her to, and after slugging it all down, Alexandria gave a huff as she laid back down in bed. She allowed herself to sprawl in a bed too large to consider even insulting by calling it Queen or King sized, then covered her eyes with the crook of her elbow for good measure.

It was too bright in a zero-light environment.

That’s how bad it was.

She couldn’t drift back to sleep. There was an old adage that said you’ll sneeze if someone says something about you, but she didn’t put stock in stupid shit like that. It was just that – stupid shit, unfounded by the constant march and advancement of Science. That was the only reliable thing in the world aside from Namina – yeah, she said it: even she was unreliable, but so was everyone else, and she was more reliable than the vast majority of those “Heroes.” Pompous fucks needed an attitude adjustment, and if she wasn’t allowed to do it herself in a more direct manner now that she was an A-Class hero, she’d do it via example, but…

That meant getting out of bed.

“Ah, fuck it,” she found herself groaning when she finally felt the array of medications kick in. “I got too much shit to do to lay around and let a Hangover kill me when there ain’t a hero or villain alive or revived that could put me down for good.”



Fay Fluorite

Time: Maybe just a little more would’ve put that apprentice in his place. The jerk….

Location: Aphera Estate


The Merlin had gotten in his way just as he was about to knock the block of that pompous jerk! Freaking stingey Merlins just had to butt into a quarrel – it wasn’t like he was gonna kill or seriously harm the guy either, but by all accounts, that wasn’t even a real fight. Having given himself a moment to reclaim his more sober mental faculties after Merlin Aquilias had decided now was a great time to butt into things he didn’t know jack-diddly-squat about, Fay tapped his finger to his temple, pointed to just two feet in front of Argus’s feet. When the man looked down, both of his eyebrows raised and he audibly gulped as he finally noticed the trap that had lit up before his feet. There in the grass, where Fay had once stood, was a trap lying in wait, and the runes that had scrawled around the inside of the ring didn’t look insidious at first, but….

Fay was planning to sink the man into the ground up to his head. If Fay wanted to be cruel, the earth could’ve been tight and restricted his breathing or worse, but nothing in the runes dictated such a thing. It was roughshod and rickety, to be sure, but rushing into it like he had been the entire fight would’ve spelled his defeat. The ring disappeared, however, and it was as if the ground was untouched.

But now Fay felt even more exhausted. His mana, at this point, was depleted, and he wasn’t up for attempting to recover what he lost. So now the caffeine had worn off, he was out of mana for the second time in a very short timespan, and any further significant use would end up in potential mana burn, which was not something he relished the thought of suffering at the moment or ever again. Aquilias seemed to have noticed it as she had left Argus’s side to put an arm around Fay, but the effect was far different than him bearing her towering form: He suddenly didn’t feel the need to keep his equilibrium at all, in fact, and she gave him a stern look before inclining her head towards Oscar with a smile.

“I do very much appreciate such hospitality, Mr. Aphera,” Aquilias began. “I would be worried for Fay to have to suffer crossing your threshold without permission, given his current exhaustion. If required, I would be happy to look over your friends and their mental state at your leisure. Do be a dear say thank you to the gentleman, Argus.”

The man, in turn, was quiet, but inclined his head towards Oscar once as a form of his own thanks, then returned his focus to Fluorite. He had the audacity to refuse escort before the Merlin, and due to his own hubris, his Merlin had to step in before he pummeled the petulant child into submission. Of course, it was likely that his supervisor Jewel would have stepped in, but looking her over after his own research, he was sure he could at least avoid her and abscond with the beanpole that even dared to be in such comfortable distance of his Mistress. Fingerbones cracked as Argus’s fists tightened within the confines of his robe’s sleeves, but at the Merlin’s behest, he wouldn’t move against the failure.

Not yet.


Caesar Aphera
AKA: Lord Caesar

Time: to fucking get a drink!

Location: Home, baby. I’m finally home.


Those boys sure as fuck weren’t friends. Knowing full well, Caesar figured Fay was making his own little statement with his gesture towards Argus, who was apparently this “super important” Merlin’s…. Assistant? Apprentice? It didn’t matter. Fay made a statement, as far as Caesar was concerned, and it was that he dared Argus to try. Argus would’ve probably been soccer kicked in the head if Fay had gotten the chance if that circle did what he thought it did, but he’d have to talk to Jupes or even that Merlin later to get confirmation. The kid was brash, though… He moved like something was on the line whenever he did something. Maybe some saw it as disrespectful – he certainly was blunt when it came to talking and walking, so to speak, but there was something else. He’s seen it before, but even if he was whipped with a cat-o-nine-tails while tied to a pole in the middle of town square, he couldn’t remember to save himself.

But that wasn’t as important. His brother looked…. Good. Stressed, but he looked good. Maybe slacking a little on his physical fitness, but he still looked good, and at least he had a gentleman’s fashion sense. Still, what the hell was up with the hair? Blue? Maybe it was a way to distance himself from Caesar after he bit the dust, since they were identical twins, but hell if he knew for sure. Still, the man had questions, and he was going to answer him the only way he knew how:

“Since when the hell did you get so soft, little man?” Caesar started, but he found himself cut off as a blonde little streak came barreling towards him.

Well, now he just had to put on a show, didn’t he? Couldn’t ignore the adoring fans!!

“What’re you talkin’ about?!” He laughed as he picked the kid up and looked at her. “Provisional license? Kid, you got a little ways to go before you fight alongside me, but I’d be absolutely thrilled to regale you of my epic tales of conquest and victory, but for now, Lord Caesar has some work to get done, and then we’ll hang out. Cool with you, kiddo?”

After having said that and sending the girl off, he found himself quick on his feet, closing the distance between himself and Oscar before wrapping an arm around him and getting real close-like.

“So uh…” he started, his voice now somewhat lower. “you gonna explain to me why the fuck a kid her age and size has a provisional license, bud? Thought we talked about not letting little squirts get into these kinds of things before they were done with proper training?

“And uh…. Please tell me my bank account isn’t closed. I had some serious cash packed away in more than one place. I seriously need to get back into the swing of things, and you know even the company we have only talks when money walks in.”

Having said all of his piece towards his brother, his gaze flicked back not to Fay, but straight to Argus before moving to Aquilias. She had some explaining to do about the goings-on that he wasn’t in the loop about, and so did Jewel. He could practically feel Henry’s unease when it came to the beanpole of a wizard, and he wasn’t shy when it came to being vocal about it. Jewel had her hands full, and honestly, he thought maybe Henry was right. The kid wasn’t ready for tackling provisional hero stuff, let alone the real frays that he’d likely find himself in when mixed in with his crowd.

“Aquilias, as a stipulation,” he added, looking to Oscar first before continuing. “you got some explaining to do about the kid. I don’t think he’s all there, and Henry usually ain’t wrong about damn near anything. He could be more of a-”

“I understand fully, Lord Caesar,” Aquilias said, politely cutting him off as she gently raised a hand. There was no mana behind the gesture, which, depending on who you talked to, could be even scarier. “And I assure you, you’ll know what the Council has allowed to be divulged, as well as the rest, but Fay is in good hands. He isn’t a subject of conversation here, however, and I would appreciate if the task at hand – your own as well as Jupiter and Starfinger’s revival – was dealt with more quickly, though I do understand if you’re hesitant to do so and simply finding another avenue to explore while you regain your bearings.”

“Whatever,” Caesar said, rolling his eyes. “I don’t need a shrink, and I don’t need time. Shit happened and nothing we do changes it. All we need to do is pass whatever dumb little tests everyone has for us and move on to getting our bearings after being dead.

“But you do owe us an explanation as to why ‘Run-n-Gun’ over there acts like he does. He’ll get others killed if he’s not careful.”

And there it was. Even when he was absolutely exhausted, he saw that look of defiance in Fay’s eyes the second he mentioned that the kid was a risk. That was a look every person who’s ever seen something so fucked that it can’t be put into words had when their own existence was even questioned, which definitely meant the kid wasn’t ready. Still, he’d act like he didn’t notice it. It wasn’t polite to keep putting the kid on the spot, was it?

Aelia Aeldyne ManofManyRoles Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

He watched the young man began to crawl around and..sniff? Well, superior senses may be an attribute of his then. He listened to the boy ramble on about things to himself, but something caught his attention. Father...Anderson? The boy knew a man with direct connections upstairs? Perfect. He lurched forward all at once, closing the distance between him and the young vigilante, looming over him. "You know Anderson?" His head tilted as eyes bore into the young boy. "Anderson will suffice. He is least likely to cause a fuss from me attempting to get information. Other Heroes do not appreciate me, and the feeling is somewhat mutual. I do not wish to get involved with the family of Diviners either, they tend to know too much...Ask too many questions." He left it at that, leaning forward towards the boy. "I need to seek out Anderson, and I need your help...Where is he, and we will go there.

So close, he could feel it. He had never met Anderson himself, but he had survived more than long enough and heard more than enough tales to know what he was capable of...Yes if there was anyone who could be of great use, it would be the Father, and he wouldn't pry too much. "If you insist on searching the area before we leave, I will help..." With that said he seemed to slowly 'melt', the base of his body slowly spreading out across the ground near the piano, searching for anything amiss, anything that shouldn't be there. "I do not think there will be anything here...I have my suspicions, and you will simply have to trust that."

Osuka Deathkitten

 

[Aelia Aeldyne]

A slithering shadow. A strand of blackness. No… maybe it was just an impression, a reflection of the light upon the surface of the sea, a twisted ray of sunlight over the waves. There was nothing, really. There couldn’t be anything here, it was too close to the coast for that, and even if it had been the right place, it wasn’t the right time of the day – at 9:20am or so, the skies were clear and so were the waters, so nothing bad could come cruising close to the coast. Everybody knew that, it was common knowledge just like the fact that the sun rose in the east. Of course, there wasn’t anybody to watch at this exact moment, so nobody witnessed what was happening.

Nobody but the birds, at least – though it wasn’t as if they would tell anyone about what they would see in all the corners of the world. Birds were notoriously ill-gifted when it came to memory, and even if they were not, they would not think about looking down to the depths of the ocean to notice something that wouldn’t even be important to them. Thus, nobody remarked the long thread of darkness that crept forward towards the Queen Mary, insidiously coming closer, drawn in by the promise of… something?

Indeed, what could cause this nothingness dwelling in the deep sea to come out and lurk there…? What was it, even, that had ventured forth in its search for something? Of course, as there was nobody to see it, it was as good as non-existent… Except that it was really there… or so it seemed. It was too small, too miniscule, too insignificant to even be thought of as something. What was it, really? Nothing but vermin, a creeping, oozing worm crawling out of its pit, and whose only consideration was its evening meal…

Or so it seemed. Athragazar knew very well why he was heading out towards the large ship this morning; he had felt the presence of ghosts, the fact that someone had been toying with the energies of the dead. He was no worm either, and certainly not a pushover for anything that would be wandering those waters. He might be a wyrmling still, and growing up slowly even by dragon standards… but his power was nothing to be scoffed at, and this wasn’t even taking into consideration what he could do if he tapped into the vast reservoirs of power that were the souls and spirits that he held within himself. Granted, drawing upon one or two might not give any grandiose result…

But he had hundreds. Dozen upon dozen upon dozen… Souls of beast and men alike, that he had devoured and digested and that he now was keeping deep within, as a formidable pit of swirling energy, always ready to be used for his works. And while the dragons had no gods, prayers be said if he ever came to call upon the entirety of the power he could use. If such an advent ever came to pass, it would shake more than one world; the true dragons, so proud of the colors they bore, would be forced to acknowledge that he had not been a liability as they had proclaimed, but that he had become greater than them, that he had become something more…

A thrill shook the body of the young dragon. It was too soon to dream of faraway godhood, when day-to-day subsistence was something he had still to care about. Instead he concentrated on what he had come here for. And as he approached the Queen Mary, he deployed the power of his will.

It could have been one of those memorable scenes. One of those moments that are etched into memory. What it could have been could’ve been grandiose. Think about it; a raging storm, thunder and wind, roiling tides under a black sky… An incoming advent, an occurrence that all feared, looming in the air, unknown yet bearing down on the weave of fate… And as the harbinger, as the serpent of doom, standing out clearly against the sea and the sky lit up by a thousand lightning strikes, a long, terrifying dragon-like beast emerging from the waves… fate frozen in a single frame of horror and fear, the world holding its breath as the enemy reveals itself…

But nope. Today was not a day of fear and terror inflicted upon the world. It was too soon, and Athragazar satisfied himself with a clean jump towards the ship, bursting from beneath the surface of the sea like a bubble – a black bubble of death-infused poisonous slime, that is – and landing right behind the guard rail with a hushed “plop”. Now… A 3 meters long serpentine ooze roaming on the Queen Mary would surely be very conspicuous, so he had to find a way to hide himself to the best of his abilities…

Thankfully, he had someone on hand. Someone who in all honesty hated him, and to speak truly wasn’t so much on hand as residing in Athragazar’s metaphorical soul bowels, but someone who was helpful nonetheless when it came to it. Someone, whom while not exactly approachable, would fulfill their purpose of sneaking in. The hardest part would be to reach for them…

And so, the little dragon’s power stirred, and he called upon a very specific soul that he had within himself. Neither a hero nor a villain, they were nonetheless gifted with some minor abilities, and while they were useful indeed, they had been a repulsing person during their living existence. They didn’t commit any crime, but their actions were against morality enough that he Athragazar had found himself revulsed by them, and decided to cleanse the world from their existence.

“Wake up, Corvo. I am in need of your services.”

Athragazar’s internal voice was deep, but soft and rolling out like clouds in the sky. Almost noble, almost fearsome. Almost, but it was not. And the voice that answered was scratchy and ill-omened. Like a hellhound’s growl, it stirred inside people feelings that mankind thought to be forgotten since the prehistoric era. It was a voice that evoked primordial fear, striking it deep in the hearts of those who thought themselves safe. It was the voice of the hunter talking to the hunted, of the predator to the prey.

But not today. Athragazar was superior to him and Corvo knew it. Thus, he refrained himself from trying to impress the dragon, and instead let his absolute hatred seep through his voice, seething in the depths of the draconic soul. He hated him, because the predator had become the prey, and the hunter the hunted. He hated him, because he had been better. But he would bow, as was nature’s law. He had been bested, and now he would serve.

“What do you want from me, monster?”

“What we always do together, freak.”

“Hmph. Alright. One day, I’ll turn around and choke you, bastard worm. But today I’ll have to help you.”

“The pleasure is mine. I think the gutter wasn’t as warm as here, though…”

And toothy grins flared on both sides, the long dragon face opening slightly to reveal the perfect white teeth, and the mask upon the bleak visage stretching from the movement. As they always did, cooperation through mutual hatred. It wasn’t the best of arrangements, but it was one they could roll with easily – it’s how the both of them had always done things before, and as the saying goes, don’t fix what isn’t broke.

As this conversation took place, it’s a transformation that happened on the outside. From the black mass of sludge that had instants before been lying on the bridge had arisen something that looked like a body. Long and thin, but muscular enough to be visibly and positively ripped, with white hair and red eyes… only one was shown, the other hidden. The clothes were black too. Athragazar’s real body formed the spine, while the rest of the skeleton came from his reserve of devoured bodies, and a hint of magic to glue the bones together.

When Corvo’s soul was set in this socket of flesh and blood, the eyes of the necromantic puppet lit up. It looked just like his original body, and worked the same way… He stretched his arms, his legs, his entire body.

Behind him, the rest of the slime sucked up to his body, and formed a pair of wings, long, thin and demon-like, stuck on his shoulder blades. It was now red, glowing slightly, proof that Athragazar’s magic was in use.

“So… Should we get moving?”

And as he said so, an ear-splitting noise echoed on the ship, making the puppet slam its hand on its ears reflexively. There was no reflection to be had, and both Athragazar and Corvo moved in unison towards the depths of the ship.

“What the hell was that?!”



Deathkitten Osuka ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

The Aphera Household​

He had no response but to wave off the Council mages. They were a pain to deal with, but they sure did a lot of good for all the trouble they brought. It more than balanced out. Kaiona seemed to accept her uncle's promise of epic tales and ran off giggling, sure to tell whatever other kids were in the household. "Kaiona was around four when you died, Caesar," Oscar said sadly, "She's fourteen now. Barely, but still. It's just a provisional. She can't go out and respond to calls without a mentor. You know we're all careful. That hasn't changed. We'd only take her on the small stuff. A purse snatching or something."

He sighed and smiled a little at Caesar, "Your bank account isn't exactly open. It's been ten years... like I said. Your money mostly went to the family, and a few other places you had set up. Don't worry, we have all the paperwork for it. We'll be able to set your account back up like it never even happened. Hell, I'd give you the money from my own account if I had to - which I won't have to. Don't worry."

Oscar sighed and the door deeper into the house opened, letting loose a deluge of family members. They all, of course, immediately surrounded Caesar and to a lesser extent, the ones who couldn't surround Caesar surrounded Jupiter and Starfinger. A variety, young and old, all wanted to say hello to the one who had returned from the dead. Some were more cordial than others, some were upset, some even angry, but generally, they were happy to see him. After the cacophony had entered, the head of the household followed suit.

A serious-looking, no-nonsense sort of man, he had been seemingly the same age for decades. This hadn't changed in the years Caesar had been gone. He had a small, proud smile on his face, despite the knit of his brow. His voice boomed, loud, authoritative, weathered, "So you're back in the land of the living. I hope your time taking a dirt nap hasn't turned you weak. Anniversary's coming. We need all the capable supers this family has to offer. Good to have you back, Caesar."

He turned slightly, "And Jupiter, Starfinger. It's a pleasure to have you two back as well. The whole world's eyes will be on you three. I hope you're ready for that. Before they get a chance to nip at your heels like piranhas, let's get you washed up. The showers are still where you remember them and still split female and male. Wash up, socialize a little with whoever follows you, and then report back to me. Fay. Jewel. Feel free to go with if you need to. Fay, you look dead on your feet and like you could use it. And kids," his attention turned to the group that was crowding around, he coughed into his fist, "How about you give them a little bit of space. Only those who actually need a shower, take one. If you all go run off as a group to crowd the shower, you'll get a firm hand to the back of your head. Understood?"

There was a small chorus of nods and grumbling agreements as the sea parted to allow them to go to the showers.

Osuka Aelia Aeldyne

 

[Cam E. Leon]

LA banking.
Sherm Tristan​

"you know..... I was having a pretty good day.... I got 3 hours of sleep. Which was 3 more then yesterday. My prototype only exploded and launched me halfway across the lab once. I managed to for once get a twinkie from the staff vending machine. All in all. Today was nice. And during my break...... I was suppose to go cash a check..... but.... of course something like this had to happen...." Sherm thought to himself as he currently had a desert eagle pressed agaisnt the side of his head and he was being held by a large man in a suit and biking helmet. The bank was currently being robbed and of course.... sherm was taken hostage. Police were already on their way.... but aside from the desert eagle wielding man. One motherly looking woman's hands were engulfed in flames. A young barely twenty something looking man froze the ground he stood on.... and is that a child? A little girl was levitating as she made jewelry and belongings from all the hostages fly into a bag. " you know. You could probably get more money just by going to work as a hero.... and I'm pretty sure using a child to rob a bank... makes it like... twice as bad." Sherm said aloud to the man holding him. Which promptly earned him the butt of the gun slamming into the side of his head.

Sherm now deciding silence was the best option. Just quietly watched as they went about locking everyone in a circle of fire. And then went to the vault doors the woman blasting it with fire turning the outer layer red hot. And the young man then blasted it with ice freezing the layer. Small cracks forming on the vault door. " Please let any hero besides Panzer come here. Please let any hero besides Panzer come here"

 

[Deathkitten]

10:00 - Los Angeles On the police scanner, the following can be heard for any Superheroes looking for potential jobs: (colored by urgency - red > yellow > green)

• Unidentified paramilitary and members of the goblin mafia sighted outside LA International Airport. Firearms involved. Numerous civilian casualties reported. B-Class Hero Mazok and Apprentice-Class Hero Rogue Killer are on the scene, as well as SWAT teams.
• The LA bank has a robbing in progress. Supervillain Havoc has been sighted, as well as four other nameless villains. Approach with caution, they have civilian hostages.
• Creature sighted in Kenneth Hahn Park. They're calling it "The Pale Ash Knight", apparently from a popular videogame called Shade Spirits 4. Target appeared from a black bubbling puddle on the ground and is standing, non-acting. Minors approaching taking pictures. Requesting any hero who has knowledge of the creature. He... ah... he has a giant sword for an arm.
• Supervillain Shield has been seen leaving the In-N-Out Burger on Inglewood Ave. off the 405. He stole a woman's purse on the way out and was seen jogging away from the crime.
• Notorious criminal Razka "Mad Heist" has been spotted at the Californian/Arizonan border. Interception before his arrival in LA is highly recommended.
• The Beverly Hilton has reported a string of thefts over the course of the week. All victims have been high-profile individuals, though all victims have later retracted their statements. Further investigation is strongly suggested.

Resolved Cases

• The case at the Queen Mary is being handled. Ghost activity down.
• The case at the Crater is being handled. Details restricted.

 

[Aelia Aeldyne]

Rogue Killer - The airport​

I nodded appreciatively. For all his looks, the man seemed to have a good grasp on things and didn't want to rush in at the first occasion. Plus, it looked like his abilities would get us some support once we'd have to get into the heat of things, though it also looked like the 20 minutes would indeed be required; trying to get more information by talking to the third party was thus the good course of action to take.

"Sounds like a good idea. Let's do this, and once we've got a grasp on the situation from the inside we can deploy the firepowe-"

As I was about to finish that sentence, a loud detonation rumbled through the air, and a large explosion rocked the main building again, carving a hole into the front wall and revealing a blossoming fireball on the side of the building... And that wasn't the main problem. Judging by the sound... directional charges, directly into the front pillars. I was about to say that the hostiles had some really good intel about their target - which in itself wouldn't be surprising, but it was worrisome when I heard a loud whistling echoing through the air, and noticed something small and black approaching our position at high velocity. Without thinking, I reacted

"GET DOWN"

And instantly made the calculations to generate a shield to cover the both of us from whatever that was. Deploy shield... processor deploy shield !

16 - 3 - 2 - 13
5 - 10 - 11 - 8
9 - 6 - 7 - 12
4 - 15 - 14 - 1

34 34 34
34 34 34
34 34 34

Nine facets, Dürer's magic square. The easiest shield on hand that I could calculate. The fastest, too. With less than a second to generate it, it was better to have something that could be set up quickly. From the tip of my fingers and on my arms, my hard-light projectors activated, generating a 4x4 energy grid in the air, cutting the trajectory of whatever was coming. When another fireball blossomed in mid-air when the thing hit the shield dead center, I knew I had made the right choice to go for fast. Even a quick shielf was enough to tank explosives like this... But not for long.
I turned to the pro.

"The weather is getting rainy... Let's hurry up and get inside."

chaieftainoftheeye

 

[chaieftainoftheeye]

"hmm..." he didn't seem too fazed by the detonation, ducking at the second before the shield deployed. mazok looking annoyed. "dat'z not good... they definitely got more dakka and burna's then i can handle.. can you leave a shield to protect the Git'z over 'ere?" he gestures to the fungus. "if it burns, we'z out reinforcement." he also begins to look for the source of the missiles, drawing his dakkagun. "better idea.. where are those rokket's comin from?"

as rouge looked at the weapon his first question was who on earth built it? it reminded him of a child's drawing of a weapon more than any gun they had ever seen before, fictional or otherwise. just looking at it gave the feeling it's going to explode the moment mazok pulled the trigger. "urry up 'den, can't ye use dat shield ta zoom in on the git'z?" his accent growing stronger as he focused on the building, squinting down the 'sight' of his weapon.

 

[Osuka]

Alexandria Norman
AKA: Machina

Time: 10:00

Location: Redacted

It was only thirty minutes before the meds kicked in, she was dressed and ready to at least get some shopping done, and the police scanner was going haywire with new calls. How the hell she ever slept through it, given Namina's urgency to give Alexandria a feed of the LA Bank, she'll never know, but she was suggesting That she take on three powered villains? A sigh left Alexandria's lips as she raked spindly fingers through angel-thin locks that spilled from her clutches, then began jogging.
"Namina, Prepare Mantis," she started. "Priority One urgency - install CQC gear over the long-range and get me extra dampeners."

Two beeps in the halls as she twisted and turned this way and that through the labyrinth of her bunker echoed as drones began to weave around her form and past her. Once she had reached the console nearest to her most stunning innovation in protective combat mechanics, she had flashed her hands past with a series of complex permissions and such before snatching up what looked to be a shiny new toy of hers. The Zero Suit nano-bag: A pack that she could store skin-tight against her body if the Mantis suit were to fail, but along with it was the highlight of it all - a sword hilt attached to a charging bay that looked to be the length of a two-handed Arming Sword, painted cherry red and glistening in the light of her lab. That was slapped straight onto the hip of Mantis above the weapon compartments that just had ammunition and throwing-knives swapped out for more close-quarters friendliness.

The Mantis armor was equipped with a wide array of different weapon systems: This time, she was sporting a compact energy-fed rapid-repeating SMG, two energy-fed sidearms in case the SMG failed, a riot shield on the back, plenty of ammunition, and the throwing knives were for... Pain compliance. Yup, she was using blades for pain compliance, because sometimes the ridiculously painful sting of energy-based weapons wasn't enough to put a villain down, and boy did she know it. Having been a villain before, she knew that time was of the essence, and once she had stepped into the armor that seemed to open up like lotus petals in the back, the suit quickly snapped shut, and her HUD came on. Vitals looked normal, the suit was functioning at full charge and at nominal capacity, all of her equipment was synced to her suit so that they locked when not handled by the armor, and last but not least, Namina was coming along.

"Preparing for Launch, Dr. Norman," came Namina's voice over the helmet's internal speaker. "Calculating quickest flight path. Would you like to listen to music during the flight?"

As if that was a question. It was ESSENTIAL for a Hero or a Villain to be amped before they even started their work, and she wasn't saying no to some good ol' fashioned Metal.

"Rip and Tear, Namina," she said with a grin as the lift began to raise her to the surface. "Rip and Tear until it is done."

"Playing Rip and Tear by Mick Gordon," Namina replied. "Please enjoy."

The moment the first riff hit her ears, Alexandria was practically bouncing on the lift, which was impressive given the massive weight of the suit, but the systems themselves dealt with all the finer dexterous control over such balance and movement issues, and the second she had reached the surface, she was off. The suit's flight system kicked in and Gs for days slammed into her body as she rocketed off towards LA Bank, and it was that moment that she decided - with Rip and Tear playing in the background, to contact the Hero Alert System to let them know.

"Machina reporting," she chimed over the call. "Responding to LA Bank Situation. ETA fifty seconds. Don't bother too quickly with reinforcements."

Deathkitten

 

[Osuka]

Alexandria Norman
AKA Machina

Time: 1000hrs
Location: Closer to the Park than the bank, that's for sure.

Action: Responding to Park Call - rerouting from Bank.

ANother call had come in - this time one that was separated from the rest, and it only meant that it was a new distress call, but this one...

Oho, boy. She wasn't missing this, especially if kids were involved. If there was a promotional going on for Shade Spirits, she would've called off for the day to be there, so there was no way that with the City's restrictions due to villain activity, that they would've just thrown one up out of nowhere. That shit was outlawed when a promotional had caused a panic and new heroes didn't know which one was the real distress call and which one was the promotion. In fact, she couldn't help but laugh at the fact that she and a crew had used that very instance as a distraction to pull off a heist, so this definitely wasn't something that was just... A corporate surprise?
Flash mob?

Nah, no. Someone, somewhere, somehow made The Pale Ash Knight Xiard real, and if someone gave him a ridiculous order like "cast magick!" or something, someone was going to get hurt.

"This is Machina calling in about the Park incident," she started, a tinge of worry in her voice. "Clear that fucking area - I'm coming in hot. Shade Spirit's Publisher would've notified city council if they were going to have a promotional, and there's no way in hell they'd just break the law for a fun little outing."

That said, she adjusted her course and Namina responded appropriately, shifting the pressure in the suit just enough that Alexandria would be able to make a hairpin turn towards the Park without too much of an issue.... Though she had to admit that the sudden change in direction she forced her body to undergo made her feel like she was going to hurl. This time, though, she wasn't going in without a weapon in hand, and her right quickly reached for the hilt of her energy blade on her left hip.

Drawing the weapon was always a bit of fun, to be fair. Once she had a hold of the hilt, Alexandria pulled quickly, which caused a reaction between the sheathe charging base and the hilt itself. A sudden arc of green energy hissed and crackled at the disconnection while forming what would be her weapon of choice for the encounter, and just as she skidded to a halt no further than thirty feet from what was a damn convincing Xiard, she was ready in her stance. The blade was parallel with the ground, though the flat rested on the side of her elbow. Only one hand gripped the handle hilt of her sword as the left's fingers gently rested on the pommel, and her voice was more than clear as day as she spoke up.

"Identify yourself!" She started, keeping her stance as she planted her feet more firmly. "Shade Spirit's PR never reported a surprise function here, so I can only assume that you either didn't get the memo, or you're using the cosplay and causing disorder. So give me your name and put down the weapon."

If she was going to be honest with herself, that weapon looked too convincing to be anything other than real. Namina's scans were showing that it was, in fact, some sort of metal, but it wasn't anything in Earth's currently known databases, and it looked like it actually receded into the man's flesh. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't shaking a little. Maybe it was a shapeshifter? If that was the case, most everything knelt when there was enough pain compliance applied, but - and this was about the most far-fetched "but" she could think of, if this thing was real....

If this thing was Xiard, this wasn't going to be easy if it came down to a fight.

Cam E. Leon

 

[Cam E. Leon]

The park​

Xiard awoke to a sunny sky. One he was unfamiliar with. Surrounded by people staring at him. He did not know where he was.... or how he got here... what were these stone structures. How did those metal boxes move like that.... were they creations of Cyrin? Who were these people.... the laungage was the same... but those clothes. They matched nothing he knew. What were those strange boxes in their hand and why were the pointing at him. All xiard could do was look around in confusion. Until a strange suit of armor descended from the sky. Weilding a blade of light. Was it an angel? For one such armor to fly.... it could only be the work of the divine, magic.... or Cyrin trickery. Was it another Cyrin contraption. One capable of speech was unheard of..... but then. A command was given. He had no choice but to announce. "I am Xiard. The Pale Ash Knight. Leader of the suicide platoon of Ervshy. Slayer of the vampire lord. And sunderer of the astral fog." he told the strange armor before him. To which he had to foow the second part of the command. Set his weapon down..... as it was attached to his hand the only thing he could was stabbed it into the ground. Looking st the armor he began his questions.

"Where am i..... are you one of the Cyrin contraptions..... I must return to her...." he said eyes darting about scanning the area incase battle begun. A wide area filled with trees. Metal moving boxes nearby and stone building lining the horizon.... and many.... many people between him. And the armor....

Osuka

 

[Osuka]

Alexandria Norman
AKA Machina


Time: 1000
Location: Kenneth Hahn Park

Well.... He complied with the first order, but she wasn't buying it. Slowly, she allowed to inch herself closer and closer, only covering about a foot of distance between the two of them. This guy sure as hell spoke like Xiard in the series, but anyone could do that - a voice actor had given Xiard in the game his voice and his inflections, so it was only logical that someone could replicate it if given enough time to practice and they had the right voice for it. What she didn't like was that he was taking what people didn't realize was more of a guarded stance. His blade was down, but he could just as easily uppercut with it and make it a bad day for everyone, and his eyes were roaming. Law enforcement didn't like it when people did that, Villains didn't like it, and she sure as hell didn't either. So what was this guy's deal?

A realization had begun to click in her head, however, as she made a movement to force his eyes back on her - a quick flick of her sword, which wasn't anything damning, but enough to make him look at her and only her. If this guy was really the Xiard - which she guessed wasn't too far-fetched considering the shit people could pull off with Magick, then she had just introduced herself as an Automaton, and not many people were a fan of them. Xiard was one of those people, and right now, she was looking like a threat to everyone around them. It didn't help that people were muttering about her even while she was standing right there.

"Eyes on me, pal," She continued, keeping her guard up. "This doesn't have to get messy. Just get down and don't resist, and you won't be harmed-"

"Man, this sucks!!" Someone shouted out. "It's freakin' Machina come to ruin the fun! If this was the real Xiard, he could tear her to pieces!!!"

The rest of the crowd - the fans of the game anyway, were seeming to agree, and this situation was about to get messier. They were chanting for a fight, to take her down, and none of them had the presence of mind to think that this was the real deal. They were gonna get her killed, and she had only recovered from a hangover a half an hour ago. So she did the only thing she could think of doing now: Shift her stance. What was once a guarded stance, now took on something more offensive as she raised the weapon and turned it, the blade's edge now parallel to the ground with both hands gripping the hilt. Her body was turned to the side and the blade now more on level with her head as she set her stance wider.

"It's entirely up to you what you do from this point on," she starts, her voice now more sober and heavy with authoritative tones. "But if you want to make this easier, tune them out."

Cam E. Leon

 

[Cam E. Leon]

The Park​

The tone and way of the words..... was that of a person. Was that truly a person inside that armor. But... how did it fly? Suddenly it flicked its sword and xiard reflexively took stance sword still in the ground. "I do not wish battle. I simply wish to return to where I must guard" he answered as he stared the armor down. The crowd began chanting to fight. "I am........sorry. But I must....obey. I urge those who still have the desire to live....run" is all he said before he drew his sword as boss fight music actually began to play from nowhere. His steps cracking the ground as the bystanders cheered and clamored. He raised his blade and swung down slamming his sword into the ground creating a gale force thate launched the bystanders away. Creating a circle free of bystanders. "Please raise thy blade.... for I must obey" he said before his helmet went dark blocking his eyes from the outside. The fight had begun

Osuka

 

[Osuka]

Machina

Thank whatever drunk and hairbrained idea she had that gave her the foresight to make her armor heavier than it needed to be with the Osmium lining, but she found it difficult to keep herself from being blown back by the winds that came from his blade. Those idiot civilians had just cheered on her - and maybe even their own - deaths, and it would come down on her head whether she lived or died. So her first order of business was to do the only thing that made sense in the situation:
Pull aggro.

"Namina, flare!" She barked, and from a back hatch in her suit rocketed a flare that exploded just high enough to blind Xiard if he wasn't careful while being far enough away to not bring harm to any of the people around. For now, she had to tune out the boss music. Nothing was more important than stopping whoever this was from causing anymore damage. She was quick when she had Machina, as the synthetic muscle under the plating of her armor's legs flexed before slinging her towards Xiard with blinding speed, the thrusters of her armor's pack moving her along with even greater momentum as she rotated her wrists. The blade would sweep over her head clockwise before coming down with a strike aimed towards his left shoulder while his blade was still down after having blown away the civilians. As far as he knew, the strike could potentially be lethal, but Alexandria's gear for now only had its current output set to use pain compliance - meaning that she would sooner break his shoulder or clavicle before she would ever cut him in half.

Her speed was more than seventy miles per hour after her initial launch, with more than a few hundred pounds of metal and thrust behind her. If Xiard wasn't quick to deal with the threat, her blade would connect with such total force and more than likely crumple him in a single strike.

"I gave you an option, pal!" She barked out as she brought down her blade. "So if you want a fight, I'm fully prepared!!!"

Cam E. Leon

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Soul Flare, Ten AM, Ritz Carlton top floor
Natalie was sprawled out on what was perhaps the most luxurious bed she'd ever laid on. She had admittedly twisted the church's arm a bit to let her stay here while she was in the U.S and she DID feel a bit bad about it, but this bed was so worth it. Flipping through the television channels and humming to herself she rested a hand on her stomach. The small police scanner aside her on the bed buzzed again, rambling off an update. Something about that infamous Shield stealing a woman purse and just jogging away....no one had bothered to stop him when he arrived at the In-n-out? She sighed a bit, slowly rolling out of bed and patting herself done. "Guess that's typical innit? Try to let everyone else do the work for once and it just backlogs...Alright, I shouldn't feel too bad. This guy has a hell of a reputation, might not be a waste of time. Something about being totally invulnerable...wonder if that's just his body or his soul too." She cracked her knuckles in front of her, grinning to herself. "Guess we'll find out."

Packing her things up into her pockets she walked towards her door and slid a 'do not disturb' sign onto it, locking it up and heading towards her bedroom window. Beautiful view today, admittedly. Sliding open the window she took a deep breath of fresh air, a slightly overjoyed look coming to her eye. I have honestly been DYING to jump out this window, and I finally get a chance for the rush! Stepping back from the window her face started to bubble and smoke before starting to sear away to reveal a grinning skull, her attire changing to something a bit more...fitting. In but seconds she had changed into her alias, a large chain wrapped around her arm like a coiling bracelet. "Judgements coming~" Her voice was a bit deeper and crackled with hell flame as she spoke. She was never sure why but her flaming head never set off fire alarms...all the better she supposed!

Taking a few steps back from the window she sprinted forward and lept from her window into the open air into a free fall down the side of the building, arms out in front of her as if to grab onto handlebars. And lo and behold, forth came handlebars and hell cycle as she settled herself down onto it, starting to speed down the side of the hotel and leaving a trail of dying fire behind her on the building, though no damage was apparent to it. Gunning the throttle the bike sped on and down, defying all logical physics until she found herself on the main road, only to start to take a new 'freeway' and ride over the sides of buildings, the roar of the engine heralding her coming and going. Next stop, Shield.

Deathkitten

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Havoc
LA Bank
Interactions: Cam E. Leon Cam E. Leon
Havoc smiled as she skipped her way into the bank, numerous guns hanging on her hips and on slings behind her back. Fashionably late in her eyes as she smiled. her arms extending out to her side. "Im heeere!!" She cooed happily. Letting her eyes peer over there numerous hostages. "Mmmmm good work my sweets! plenty of canon fodder in case the cops try to be heroes." She said happily as she skipped her way over to the hostages. Hearing a certain man speak of heroes and her little child colleague she smirked and skipped over. Taking a hard stop in front of him, Bending at the waist till she was eye level with him. "Awww listen to you cutie. Sexy face stupid lips as usual from hostages." She said with a rather psychotic giggle. Grabbing him by his chin and forcing him to look at her as she stared him down with crazed eyes. "Heroes. Why would we want to exhaust ourselves saving worthless people for scraps in cash. Aaaaaand about my adorable little colleague. You speak like im forcing her. Shes the one that asked to join." Havoc said with another little giggle. Leaning in she pecked his lips almost lovingly before speaking.

"Now if you don't mind sexy. Keep those idiotic lips of your's shut and let us work. You are so much more attractive when you're silent." Havoc said with a bite of her bottom lip and a smile as she stood straight. Resting her hands on her hips as she looked to her three puny powered colleagues. "Sweet's mind opening that vault?" She asked to them with a sweet smile. "Ill worry about those cops. so don't you three worry you're heads. And remember! If we leave with no money you're heads are gonna become Pollock paintings." She said happily to them. "Now! I hope you've saved a few guards for me. I do love killing them!" She said happily​

 

[Deathkitten]

Shield​

Alright... nabbed a purse for... whatever reason. Fun. Just wanna take a few bucks and then just send the rest of the stuff back to her house, he mused in his own thoughts, jogging down the street without really paying much attention. A neutral expression touched his features as his hair whipped along behind him. He was strangely beautiful, completely unmarred, jogging down the street with no shoes on like some otherworldly elf.

As he flicked through the bag and tucked a twenty into his pocket, he heard the roar of a motorcycle.

"And there's the cavalry," he said, coming to a stop as he turned to look in the direction of the noise, "Fun." Some sort of super was coming to get him. Maybe for once it'd hurt? Not likely. He let out a sharp sigh and set the bag down on the curb. Taking a moment to assess the speed and size of the bike coming at him... as well as the... fire. That was neat. He stepped out into the road and jogged towards the bike, fully expecting to get hit.

ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Soul Flare, a street, 10 am

The bike roared forth down the street, simply saying 'no thank you' to physics by riding overbuilding sides or right over vehicles with no damage done. As she got closer she could make out some...kid? But it matched the description she was dealing with so maybe he just decided to be an imp at a young age. No matter, this should be done quickly. Revving the throttle she jerked the bike to the side as it came to a skidding halt right in front of him. The madman was jogging right towards me, plans to take me on? Leveling her chain wrapped arm at him and pointing a finger at him she spoke, voice crackling with energy. "Shield! I have come to make you face penance! Your sins are...are-" She faltered, empty eye sockets staring at him. He smelled like a fresh spring and lavender, like sweet milk and honey...and as she gazed upon him and his souls he had to admit. This kid has been painted out way worse than he seriously is, God.

She lowered her point and stepped off the cycle which erupted into a bonfire and simply ceased to be. "Your sins are pretty nonexistent....you're a damn puppy dog..." Well now this was awkward, she was usually the kind of person to gaze into their eyes and make them combust, this was a new scenario to endure. "....I'm going to have to ask you to turn yourself in after you return the purse and anything you took out of it. A fight with you isn't worth the time."
Deathkitten

 

[Deathkitten]

Shield​

"Well that didn't work," he said aloud, rubbing the back of his head as he looked her over. Skull chick. Weird. And she thinks I'm a... "Hey! I'm not a puppy dog!" he snapped at her, frowning with his brow furrowed. So rude... and a new one, at that. He'd heard tons, but a puppy?? He folded his arms like a defiant child, "I'm sure as hell not turning myself in. You didn't run me over, so now I get to see if you can hurt me this way. Come on. Let's just hurry it up. If you can kill me, great. If you can't, we split ways. I'll even let you take the purse back to the lady."

Bravado. He couldn't get hurt... but he could still get pinned. Sitting in jail sucked.

ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

A growl escaped her 'throat', a noise like a growing blaze cutting the air. "Kid, you're a puppy. That or a kitten...maybe a cute tortoise. Your soul is pretty clean as they come, usually by your age kids have been in fights or gone out of their way to be little bastards and hurting those near them because they find it funny. So yea, puppy, kitten, cute tortoise, take your pick. They're good comparisons for how clean you are..." She cracked her knuckles before speaking again."I don't got a reason to hurt you kid. But if I have too I'll grab your ear and we can walk the entire way back to the owner of that purse, and then I'll drag you by your ear to a police station. Your choice. You've done nothing worth any real punishment from me....They make you sound a lot worse than you really are. If you're going to make me drag you back to the owner of that purse like a petulant child, the least you can do is tell me why that is. If you agree to do it willingly, that makes both our lives much easier."

 

[Deathkitten]

Shield​

"Well aren't you fun," he said, rolling his eyes. He didn't want to go calling her a bitch or something like that, but her types were more frustrating. Still... she was a lady. He didn't want to cuss at a lady. Even if she was a skull lady. He walked back over to where he had set the purse down and tossed it over to her, "There. Go return it yourself. I'm not going to the police station. If you think I'm like a kitten, then do you realize the crud police put me through because they think I'm some monster? Yeah. Not for it."

He waved and turned, walking away, "If you're not gonna kill me, then cya. Have a good life with your fire-cycle and sin-whatever-it-was. I'm only in it for the potential pain."

ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Catching the purse she watched him start to walk off. What was her duty of care in this situation? On one hand, he wasn't deserving of punishment and was hardly worth her time. On the other hand, it was because of him she was out of a wonderfully comfy bed and crime was still crime...No, her duty as a hero demanded she at least toss him into something like time out or something. Besides...she knew for a fact he had taken a twenty out of the purse. Walking after him she reached out in an effort to grab his ear and starting to walk in the direction he was heading. "If your concern is the police, then you'll find that concern won't last long. I can be very persuasive..." In fairness to her, between the threat of damnation, having your soul eaten, being an S class, and having a certain reputation for low or otherwise nonexistent survival rates did tip odds in her favor. Plus the Church probably loaded her database registry with in-depth thoughts on her inability to have enough time for games. "Awfully eager to die. Why is that?"
Deathkitten