Fantasy Superhero Times

[LostHaven]

Oriax"Oh God, of course not! Save your money, they don't call me 'The Shadow's Reach' for nothing!"
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By Satan, these human general stores have some weird shit. Like, it took Oriax a backbreaking journey to find a good alchemy set, but these evolved chimpanzees had ones of acceptable quality readily available for purchase?! The holy water however, seemed less than suitable quality for what the demon had in mind, but whatever. Maybe he could use it for practise, before kidnapping a High Priest to force them to make purer holy water, or something along those lines.

And, as for the whole money issue... Well, for some reason, Oriax had the look of a proud teacher painted across his face when he watched Dantalion knock a couple people cold and take their wallets. He'd say something about 'you've learned well' if not for the fact that he didn't teach that girl jackshit. After buying their groceries, the two stepped out of a Walmart, with Dantalion carrying the numerous plastic bags for some reason.

"Nah don't call a vehicle," Oriax quickly replied at Dantalion's suggestion, instead motioning for her to follow behind him. They made their way to a relatively shadowed area behind the parking lot, after which they came to a stop.

Then, without warning, Oriax turned with blinding speed, sweeping his foot out at Dantalion and knocking her off the ground. However, instead of falling flat on the ground, Dantalion would find herself restrained by numerous tendrils of shadows that wrapped around her and began to drag her into the floor. She hit the ground, and began to sink inside, groceries in hand. "I placed a recall rune in the bedroom, we can now return as needed," he explained, though that didn't reveal why Oriax needed to go all ninja-assassin on the poor girl. "Now, you be a good girl and go home, I have some business to take care of~" he said, smiling and waving.

Yeah, that'd explain it. He was sending Dantalion home alone and we wasn't taking any objections.

Deathkitten

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Chrysos Alexandros
current Location: His car barreling down the street.

In the streets of LA you could hear a loud noise blaring through the streets before a yellow blur zoomed down the roads. Weaving in between cars and drifting into 90 degree turns was a large yellow car with Chrysos at the helm. "Aranea gave me some good leads. I need to check em out" he mumbled to himself as he chugged his 10th 5 hour energy in the past 5 hours. He hadn't slept all night and has been constantly on the move investigating a case. Just as he was about to head back to where he was staying. He saw on the alerts a red scanner popped up. "no rest for the weary huh? looks like this will need more than just energy drink effort." Grabbing the radio he calmy responded to the scanner. "This is Chrysos. I'm heading towards the Law Firm. I'll make a large opening for paramedics to get in. Just keep the streets clear" he said giving a small laugh before hanging up the radio. "Alright chrysos. Maximum effort" he said taking out a small case in his glove box. popping it open taking out a syringe. biting the rubber cup off and stabbing it into his leg injecting it. his eyes going wide and blood shot. "That's it baby!" he laughed before flipping a few switches and pushing a lever all the way forward. The jet on his car blaring and engulfing in flames as the vehicle went rocketing down the streets charring the tar behind it barreling towards the direction of the Law firm.


"there it is~" chrysos said to himself as he saw the law firm rapidly approaching. Casually he pressed a button on the radio turning it max volume before he pulled a lever and spun the wheel rapidly. the car careening into a spinout of flames and steel. Chrysos singing along with the song as he pulled out a grenade launcher from the back of the car. poking it out of the spinning vehicle. pulling the trigger. The explosive launching forward into the ground beeping as the car spun over it. Being launched into the air from the explosion. now a spinning flaming ball of steel and death directed right at the law firm blasting of all song. You spin me right round. Crashing straight into the building nearly destroying the entire front of the firm. The cars engine sputtering as chrysos kicked open the door a revolver in each hand. "Hero business. Villians surrender if you want to be boring!" he shouted pouting at whoever looked the most villainous. which as of now was the psycho in a mask.

ManofManyRoles Kameron Esters-

 

[NoneOfYourBusiness]

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Ten years have passed since these three Superheroes have seen the light, and now they do again, naked as babes in the center of the massive crater that was once eastern LA. They awaken in the middle of rubble that was once called buildings and concrete and roads, each of them with no memory of the passing of time. The last thing they would have seen would have been blinding light. The last thing they would have felt would have been impossible heat. The last thing they would have heard... now that was a different story. Waking them was this bright, soft voice that sounded almost like it was singing her words through their minds, calling their names, bringing them gently from their slumber.

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Nothing was left standing. Of course, everyone already knew this. The crater was thirty miles across and contained only parts of buildings. Even looters found little after the event, the terrain too difficult to maneuver safely. Rescue efforts were for naught. Everyone was dead, disintegrated. Shadows of their bodies left in some places like ghosts of Hiroshima and Nagasaki so long ago... that is, where you could see standing ground, anyway, which was exceedingly uncommon within the crater's borders.

And this is what these three poor unfortunate souls had to wake up to, rubble pressing into their bare backs, a world completely changed from how they knew it before.

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09:13 - Los Angeles On the police scanner, the following can be heard for any Superheroes looking for potential jobs: (colored by urgency - red > yellow > green)

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• A massive energy signature has been reported in the center of the crater. All available units, please respond.
• Supervillains sighted outside of LA International Airport. Firearms involved. Three civilian casualties reported.
• Supervillain Shield has reportedly been seen at In-N-Out Burger on Inglewood Ave. off the 405.
• Vague report of supernatural activity on The Queen Mary. Please investigate further.
• 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.

Note:Will not be responding to any superhero jobs yet, As I’m getting familiar with ‘new‘ Lukas.

Lukas looked at the police scanner, wondering why his father had left it for him when he died. Lukas was a simple blonde with blue eyes, you can also include his fantastical power of slight of hand and persuasion. Which could trick enough kids at school to make them think he had powers, though these were just highly advanced tricks with a dagger that can be shrunken due to its design. Lukas always liked magic, the idea of entertaining people for a living, though some people weren’t that impressed with it. Many scientists had come to try and prove he had powers and he always said the same thing ‘I have no powers, it’s called Slight Of Hand.’ However the reason for his disappearing dagger trick is because it can shrink remember? So he shrinks it down and subtly sends it into one of his pockets, when people find it it looks like a small handle.

Lukas looks around at the walls of his room, full of retractable weapons he had made himself. Retractable things always made the tricks easier anyways, so he just kept the tricks. As well as allowing the weapons to slip through his coat and ‘magically’ appear in another hand. But his ‘powers’ aren’t the point, the point is that he has no use in using them as there are already heroes that deal with those situation.

Get it yet? Lukas doesn’t want to be a hero. No dice, nope, none. But that desire eats at him at each aching second, the thought of people cheering for him and rooting for his victory against a villain. WAIT, I thought Lukas didn’t want to be a hero? He doesn’t....Right? Lukas gets up and out of his bed, going over to his PC and looking at a few live recordings of Heroes.

 

[Kyrenka]

~Ella Miller~
​

Sighing for what felt like the hundredth time in just a day, Ella stared at the screens in front of her. To say the reappearance of the OA after a decade of silence was concerning would be a massive understatement. There were more questions than answers and each of those questions were more worrying than the last; so worrying, in fact, that the government had contacted the Scarlet Ravens for assistance. While it made sense to request their help, after all of the controversy surrounding their organization it was a bit unexpected.

Letting out another sigh, she could practically feel Lahn roll their metaphorical eyes. They had set up a physical location in L.A., but that was the easiest part. Gathering intel, planning their first move, and figuring out what to do next was going to be a pain. Once they got rolling it'd be easier, but those first few weeks were always the worst. They didn't have much choice though, this was the OA after all. As soon as they got the call they already knew there was no way they would turn it down. For as much as they tried to remove personal relationships and feelings from their work, this was a incredibly personal assignment. Not only was this in their own country, but the people they knew and loved had all been affected in some way by the OA. She vaguely remembered hearing about the incident in L.A. on the shitty T.V. they used to have. Mom had sent them out to play, but she was obviously anxious. So, as stealthily as two little girls could, they snuck back inside and listened from around the corner as the news anchor shakily spoke. At the time they hadn't really understood what had happened, only that it wasn't good. It felt so surreal being involved in it now all these years later.

Shutting her laptop, Ella decided she had enough of staring at the endless amount of information they had been sent about the OA. I should've left it to Addy. She was always better at absorbing information and somehow coming up with a plan afterwards. Ella acted more in the heat of the moment and had trouble thinking as far ahead as her sister; as proven multiple times in chess. "Should I go out? Getting used to the area is always a good idea." The odd yet familiar sensation of Lahn shifting in her mind always preluded their answers.

'Not now. Not alone'

She snorted at that. Like she was ever alone with an alien in her head. She knew what they meant though. Always have backup. Going out alone was courting disaster, and the last thing they needed was to rush things and get killed in some stupidly pathetic way. Another sigh as she stretched. Maybe I should see what Addy's up to. Ella wouldn't be surprised if she already had an idea of what they should do.

((Mentioned ManofManyRoles 's Addison Miller))

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Addison Miller

​

The O.A was back, how absolutely crappy. Sure, it meant a good-paying job, but she hated the idea of having to operate inside the 50 like this. The Ravens were PMC's so they operated just about anywhere...but operating back home felt off. Put her in the amazon any day, hell shove her in some small artic location but...being back home? Felt wrong. Addy sat at a desk, tapping her fingers on it as she stared at a screen, her mind racing five hundred miles a minute. Where to best put her men and women on patrol without terrifying civilians, what streets would be the safest bet to bring vehicles in through if need be, most likely targets for another terror attack. She leaned back in her seat, arm going across her eyes as she sighed. "Fuck me jogging, I never hate jobs, but I hate this one already." There was the familiar sensation of another thought popping into her mind, one that felt all too cold to be her own. "I still say if you stop factoring in the worry for civilian casualties, you'd have an easier time, Addison." She grumbled a bit, raising her arm to glare at the 'tattoo' that lay there. "For the five-hundredth time, I already hate doing that enough, I'm not doing it in the fifty dammit." She closed her eye in thought, reaching out with that funny little conncetion that existed between the two twins thanks to their 'equipment. Ellie, can you come across the hall to my office? I think I could use a chat, a hug, and your opinion on some plans we have at our disposal.

Kyrenka

 

[Kameron Esters-]

AXIOM

Axiom sat in the back of the chopper flying him to his next mission. It was raining outside too. There was a time that one hero told them it usually rains when the world cries. That everyone suffers when it rains. Abit of a childish sentiment but he was a boy when he was told this. It was funny. Ironic even. That despite the rain being a bad omen...And despite have some of the worst days of his life happen in the rain. He liked it. Axiom couldn't explain it all too well but perhaps it just spoke to his own inner melancholy and brought a small sense of hope for something. Anything really. His thoughts were interrupted with the helicopter comms coming on.

"This is the mission. A panic has been incited at the "Above the Bar" law firm building. Host to some of the the best lawyers in the city, if not the state. Most of the board has been held hostage by some maniac playing classical music. We're sending you in to bring him in or take him out. Whichever or. We don't need you having friendly chats with the terrorists this time. Peoples lives are hanging in the balance here and we don't need you sulking in the event you jeopardize your lives because you want to sympathize with the enemy. Deal with them and be done with it or we will be dealing with you."

Axiom's expression darkens as he clutches his fingers together and after a few minutes, they arrive to the law firm. Axiom opens the door and jumps out without even considering the height they're at. But he lands deftly on his feet with no issues. He examines the building to see the third story floor has an open in it by the looks of it. He looks around to see any civilians are still around before pressing the button on his earpiece "Axiom to All-See. Commencing mission. Over."

"Understood. We'll be on stand by." The chopper flies away over the building as Axiom approaches the building's entrance. As he looks around for anyone he sees a car and eyes it suspiciously before moving on "Anyone else in the building? If so, you need to clear out! This is a red zone!" Axiom sees what looks like a security guard bleeding on the floor and shivering. Axiom rushes over to him and inspects his injuries. His eye has been severely damaged by what appears to be a sharp object. "Don't worry, sir! I'll get you assistance!" Axiom presses the button on his earpiece "I need an medic team now! I have a security officer down!"

"This is All-See. Those lawyers should be your top my priorty. Not a dying civilian."

"Everyone is my priority! Send a medical team! He can still make it! He just needs help!"

"If you want to help him so badly, then help him without a medical team. Call us back in the event the any of the main objectives are hurt."

Axiom growls angrily as he looks around to help the man with. He rushes to the back of the reception desk, hoping to find something only to find the receptionist instead, who's curled up in a ball of fear. Axiom slowly approaches her and kneels dowl across from her "Ma'am. I know you're afriad but if you can still hear me, I am Axiom. And I've been sent to support you. I know you've seen terrible things happen in a span of a couple of hours and I know I have no right to ask you this. But I need your help. That man on the floor over there needs your help. I need to heal him the best I can, so is there by chance any first aid kit around?"

ManofManyRoles Cam E. Leon​

 

[Deathkitten]

Magnus
Magnus settled himself juxtaposed with her body and floated them both up and off into the sky. He knew she wasn't fond of it, so he tried his best to be accommodating, but there was no avoiding the cold unearthly feeling being passed through by a specter gave someone. He hoped it was worth it to head off to this undead mess. Please be careful, yeah? I don't want to have to cure your ass if you get bitten, he complained telepathically with a hefty sigh.

It was easy to notice when they were getting close to the damned undead things. Their rotting, shambling mess was a harsh assault on her nose, and through her eyes, he could see a small gathering of them. The stupid things were getting confused by a goddamned fence.

He set her down and separated a good twenty feet or more from the things and heaved a sigh again, "God I'm happy I'm a poltergeist and not... something like that."

ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

Chutes
Chutes huffed, "Careful, War, or you'll sound like you care for once. And of course, I care about you! I'm not some monster, damn it." He leveled his eyes at Melita, suddenly looking annoyed about something, more than he already was, anyway. That wasn't their fault, though. He rested his hands on his hips and sighed, "Yes. I'm able to assist since you can't even do the job your master has given you on your own." He turned to walk away and the environment around them changed to a wide-open gym-like area, something for spells. War would be able to sense the anger coming off of him like he wanted to punch somebody, something she had yet to see with him since he was always so meek around her.

The floor glowed with rings of red as he continued to step forward, "How and why they did it, yeah? And who, too, I'd imagine? Ask aloud here and speak up, Melita. Say it with purpose instead of with deadpan coldness."

ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

Kite and Others
Kite wasn't sure how to handle something like this. It'd be easier to pocket stuff, sure, but was she allowed to enjoy herself? This was a kid, too. A bit younger than her, sure, but they had pegged her as a kid without any hesitation. She wanted to play just as much as they wanted to. Would her dad get angry? Probably... after all, he only adopted her so he'd have someone to train to pass on the legacy to... but she had to at least pretend to play. "Hey! Wanna show me around the house? It looks soooooo big from the outside!"

Oscar, who was drinking coffee like most of those getting ready for work, took one look at Tactician and just about choked on his damned drink. He coughed and sputtered and wheezed, setting the drink down without spilling it, somehow. By the time he got his sputtering to a minimum he was staring at Tactician in disbelief. No one was even paying attention to him now! Was everyone blind? Why the fuck were his idiot family members such bad morning people?

He cleared his throat again and walked up to him, voice a little hushed, "What in the seven hells are you doing here of all people? Are you a friend of my wife? Or... You know what? This is her fault, isn't it? Of course she would hire a merc for something. Was that kid yours? Do you have a kid!? Oh sweet fuck." Oscar groaned, pained, "She comes up with new things every damned day. I swear the only reason she's even trying to act like a hero is because of me... Whatever. Anyway. You're here now for... whatever it is you are... don't kill anybody, ok? I'll go brew you a cup of coffee. I'm not letting you out of my sight though. How do you like it? Hot? Cold? Dark? Espresso? Gah... I need to text Jewel..."

ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

Vice
"Your complaints were in black and white!" she sniffled, rubbing her face clear of tears as sadness made way for anger, "You've no idea how many people come to me, how many HAVE come to me today with their problems! So many things for this or that about the OA. Yes they kill people, yes, I think they're horrible, but how are they any different than anyone else with convictions and the power to act? Who am I to choose what to do? And why the hell am I the be all end all for their problems?! I don't want the attention. I don't want the power. I don't want Death thinking I'm some entertaining plaything, or War to just think I'm a cute puppy to tease. I don't want Nyarlethotep of all fucking eldritch beings to think that this part of me, MY BOOK, is something to just toss around to whatever person he finds entertaining with an eldritch lady strapped to him!"

"I want parents! A family! A normal human experience instead of whatever halfway-house pseudo-life I have. I don't even know why I exist aside from entertainment! It... It's not... It's not fair... I just wanna be happy... I don't wanna be so powerful and scary and have all these big decisions to make. I don't want to have to try so hard just to not hurt anybody. I don't... the comics were right. Living in a cardboard world sucks. It's so hard sometimes. It's so hard when I get so angry I wanna punch something. I can't. I'll destroy whatever I touch. James... I'm sorry... I shouldn't go off on you like this," she mumbled, feeling a bit sorry for herself that she went off on him just for his own grumblings, "I understand you've been through a lot. It's only natural you aren't a fan of such powerful entities. Honestly, the other me... he could send you home... if not for my selfish want of keeping you here since you own me now. I'm no different than the rest, I guess."

ManofManyRoles

 

[NoneOfYourBusiness]

Note:Will not be responding to any superhero jobs yet, As I’m getting familiar with ‘new‘ Lukas.

Lukas looked at the police scanner, wondering why his father had left it for him when he died. Lukas was a simple blonde with blue eyes, you can also include his fantastical power of slight of hand and persuasion. Which could trick enough kids at school to make them think he had powers, though these were just highly advanced tricks with a dagger that can be shrunken due to its design. Lukas always liked magic, the idea of entertaining people for a living, though some people weren’t that impressed with it. Many scientists had come to try and prove he had powers and he always said the same thing ‘I have no powers, it’s called Slight Of Hand.’ However the reason for his disappearing dagger trick is because it can shrink remember? So he shrinks it down and subtly sends it into one of his pockets, when people find it it looks like a small handle.

Lukas looks around at the walls of his room, full of retractable weapons he had made himself. Retractable things always made the tricks easier anyways, so he just kept the tricks. As well as allowing the weapons to slip through his coat and ‘magically’ appear in another hand. But his ‘powers’ aren’t the point, the point is that he has no use in using them as there are already heroes that deal with those situation.

Get it yet? Lukas doesn’t want to be a hero. No dice, nope, none. But that desire eats at him at each aching second, the thought of people cheering for him and rooting for his victory against a villain. WAIT, I thought Lukas didn’t want to be a hero? He doesn’t....Right? Lukas gets up and out of his bed, going over to his PC and looking at a few live recordings of Heroes.

‘Note:Will being going to the Beverly Hilton Theft report to see what’s up, don’t know if anyone has done this already but yeah.’

Lukas puts on his Magician suit and a small mask, pocketing a retractable dagger and a Retractable sword which should come in handy soon. He then grabs a few cards, which will be used for a distraction (I don’t know if normal cards count as equipment but I didn’t think so until this moment so yeah-).

He opens his window, stepping out of it and looking at the stairway down, which he promptly starts to descend. Once he gets to the ladder he jumps down, calling an uber to get to the hotel. “Where you headin’ kid?” He says

”The Beverly Hilton please.” Lukas replies as the man looks at the strange outfit. It only takes around 7-8 minutes to get there as Lukas steps out of the card, tossing the driver a 50 dollar and walking over to the hotel, Lukas then waits For his prey to show up, if Lukas is correct then he should see the thief eventually. Though he gets bored he simply turns his phone all the way down and chills for a second. Lukas puts on his gloves as he can’t have the police tracking him down seeing as he’s a vigilante.

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Spear

Spear had put the giggling woman into a low ballroom dip when Chrysos, the absolute fucking madman, sent his car crashing into the side of the building. This in turn caused the chemical warfare to leak out into the open city air, dissipating safely without an enclosed space to replicate itself into. Spear looked up, that smiling mask staring at Chrysos. "Well then! I've heard of crashing a party, but this is a new one! Bravo!" Dropping the woman, she fell on the floor with a soft thud, the board room similarly collapsing from exhaustion of laughter and dancing. Spear straightened himself up, dusting himself off and giving a dramatic bow. "Surrender? I think not! If only for the fact I cannot fathom being boring, that's why I came here today after all! A board meeting, really? So droll, a ball is much more entertaining!" Straightening up he reached into his vest before pulling out a Colt Buntline, a revolver with a footlong barrel before aiming it at Chrysos. "So, how do you want to do this? I shoot first, you shoot first? Want me to shoot a hostage or two first?" He reached down, grabbing the woman by her long blonde hair and hauling her up, the barrel of the weapon kissing her temple. "So, what say you my dear sir? Give the boardroom a whole new paint scheme? White is so dull, I think crimson will do us some good in here!" He gently applied pressure to the trigger, the hammer adjusting in turn because of it.

The security officer on the ground had his eye summarily gouged out, a large bloody hole where it should be, sobbing in pain and choking on his own blood...something vital had been hit, it was any wonder he was still alive. The woman's eyes were wide, cheeks streaked with tears, nodding shakily. "H-he's a monster...that man is a monster....oh god, what was that crash we heard? He's got the board...he's a monster..." She hiccuped before slowly making her way towards the reception desk, pulling up a board on the floor before producing a medical kit. "P-please....please help. I don't know what he's doing...my cousin is on the board, it's the only reason they looked at my application..."

Kameron Esters- Cam E. Leon

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Chrysos looked at the board members slightly before focusing on spear. thanks to his genius he didn't have to worry about tactics. "Ehh I don't know man. Whites a pretty good color. Its the foundation for polka dots after all." he said keeping the enemy distracted until he picked up a hostage. "Oh really. really. Hostage situation that's how we're gonna do it? Nah in that case i'll take my own hostage" he said immediately pointing one of his own revolvers against his temple. Keeping one trained on spear "You shoot her. I shoot myself. Bam. no one gets to have fun and your left with a boring time." He declared as he could somewhat hear noises from downstairs, deciding to leave the stuff downstairs to him. Chrysos stayed focus on keeping Spear occupied.

Kameron Esters- ManofManyRoles

 

[Cam E. Leon]

"So that was an airplane huh.... Terrifying. Everyone looked so nervous the whole flight trip." A young woman spoke to herself as she walked out of the gate in the LAX airport. A sheathed katana on her hip and a holstered revolver attaches to a weird looing strap on her thigh. "I told you we should have just asked yatagarasu to fly us here" a voice only she could hear responded to which she sighed. "I'm not gonna ask Mr. Three legged Crow to fly me across the pacific ocean. Still. I didn't know american airports were so rushing. everyone's running with a panicked look on her face. There's not a monster attack is there?" she looked around seeing the airport clear running away from her. A security guard came into her sight. "ah. let's ask him. He should know whats u-" before she could finish her sentence sher felt a sharp prick into her stomach. Looking down to see a taser prong shot into her. "wh-aaaaaaa" as her nerves began to lock up she was promptly tackled to the ground by three security guards and handcuffed.

20 minutes later

"I'M not a villain. I swear. Harpy tell em! come on. I got my Visa and everything" The woman complained she she was stuck in a cell in the airport. As a harpy was now sighing talking to the cops apologizing. "YEs. Her name is Unagi no Kuzai. Yes, I'm sorry, yes I know it's illegal to bring weapons into an airport in America, yes yes." The harpy sighed as she just filled out the paperwork for her master. She was indeed a summon, of the very woman in the jail cell. Said woman being Unagi no Kuzai the 42nd. A legendary name in japan at least.

 

[Kameron Esters-]

AXIOM

Axiom takes the medical kit from the receptionist "Thank you, ma'am. And I'm sorry you had to experience all this...And I can't make any promises regarding your cousin. But I'll try to my last breathe to save the life of everyone in here. And I have quite the long capacity" Axiom jests lightly "But now, more than ever, I need your help. That man over there needs our help. You need to get out of this building unless the situation escalates. You get in contact with the ambulance for this man and any other potential casualties, alright?" Axiom rushes back over to the security guard and helps him up by the arm and quickly drags him out the building. He sets him against a a mail box, opens the med kit. Finds some bandages, and begins to wrap up the guard's eye wound before wrapping his head in bandages to hold the first several bandages together. "I'm hoping this is enough to stop the bleeding for now until actual doctors arrive to the scene. You just hang on in there, sir. I know you can do it. You just keep thinking about what brings you joy. And how your going to enjoy them 10 fold once you're properly patched up. I know you're only working with one eye at the moment, but one eye is enough for me too see that you're a fighter. And as far as I can tell, your gonna have quite the story to tell." Axiom smiles and pats the guard on the should to reassure him. He looks back to the receptionist "Ma'am, I need you stay here with him until they come, alright? I have to see about the situation for myself and see about saving that cousin of yours." Axiom gets up and walks past her as he makes his way back to the building "Again. I know this is alot to put on your shoulders so soon. But we're counting on you." Axiom goes into a sprint before taking a leap that gets him all the way up through the whole in the building.
ManofManyRoles Cam E. Leon​

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Spear

"Oh, that's very fair! Polka dots are a wonderful pattern after all, but have you considered inverting that pattern? Red with white polka-dots?" If it were anyone else, any other criminal, Chrysos's plan wouldn't have work. Fortunately, Spear was a raving psychopath with a hint of ego thrown into the mix. "Now THAT'S an interesting tactic. But you're right, if you shoot yourself it gets dull all over again." He dropped the blonde to the ground, leveling that extended barrel towards Chrysos only for Axiom to join the fray. "Well hello there! Welcome to the ball, I'm afraid you're outfit doesn't quite fit the mood though. I'll help you fix that shortly." He squeezed the trigger...only for the revolver to do nothing. He stared at his revolver, gently shaking it only to try to shoot Chrysos again. Nothing. He gave it a swat, another attempt to fire...nothing. Tilting his head in curiosity he pointed the revolver towards the ceiling and fired, the terrible RIP round inside tearing into the ceiling and the floor above them. He leveled his gaze at Chrysos, heaving an exaggerated sigh. "I'm not sure how, but you're really ruining my fun right now. Fine then." He leveled the revolver towards Axiom and pulled the trigger, another RIP round leaving the barrel for the behemoth of a man.

Cam E. Leon Kameron Esters-

 

[Cam E. Leon]

"yeah. My bad being an annoying prick is my specialty." Chrysos said smiling as he looked at the new entrance ."Oh sweet The boyscout is here. Hey, sadly none of the stuffy old men in suits died. But i guess thats a good thing for you. Hmmm. Hey! Lawyer with the pink tie. Didn't we bribe you last month. Nice to see ya. Hows the hush money treating ya!" He said smiling as he silently smirked. From the small tinge of irritation he saw in the masked psycho. Chrysos knew he lived for the spotlight. And theres only one thing that can anger someone like him more than stealing the show. Ignoring him entirely. "Wait a minute. We paid you off to! Man. I didnt expect to see people I actually knew here. Such a small world" he sighed happily. Not even looking at spear anymore with his weapons down.

ManofManyRoles Kameron Esters-

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Damnation

Did it always rain in this damned city? She'd been here a week already, and over half of those days were fucking rain. She took a sip from her canteen, screwing the top back on. Was there anything to even do, besides turn into a drowned rat? A very brief alert on the radio caught her attention, something about a girl being stuck in airport security and their holding cell for open carrying a weapon on a plane? Well...least it was something to do, and she was just down the street. Pulling her hat off she flicked it once, rain that had collected in the brim splattering the ground as she put it back on. "Right. Crazy Sage Hen walking through the airport with a gun and sword. You'd think that'd be normal these days." Her hands went into her pockets as she made her way into the airport, a slight tip of the hat towards one of the security fellows she passed as she made her way in.

"Right I'm here bout some lass who just walked around with a sword on full display?' After being pointed towards the right direction she made her way over, shifting her weight to one leg as she looked over the harpy...this was a harpy right? Fuck it, she'd be calling it a harpy until further notice. "So ma'am, can you sort of explain what the sam hell is going on, besides the girl over there open carrying through a crowded airport? I'm not sure if y'all read the news or not, but we just had a shootout in one recently, so folks are a bit on edge. Mind filling in the gaps here for me?"

Cam E. Leon

 

[Cam E. Leon]

The harpy turned to the.... Oh my god its a cowgirl. One of the very first people they meet in America and its a cowgirl. "....You are not doing the American Stereotypes any favors" Harpy muttered aloud before shaking her head. "sorry. I'm harpy. Well, its not my name, I dont really have a name so just call me my species but yes. Sorry, this is Unagi No Kuzai. Were from Japan and didn't really understand the whole open carry thing. It's uhh well. How to say she's basically a VIP back in japan and so nobody questioned her having a sword or gun. Honestly these cops almost shot me when I was summoned. It wouldn't hurt much but.... still rude. Anyway yes, uh we are here because we heard there's been a large spike of monsters and demons and just generally that LA is a shitshow right now and definitely not for any other reasons." Harpy explained as she finished filling out the paperwork sighing. Unagi still not letting the TSA agents take away her blade. Practically hissing anytime they even went near it. "would it be racist to say I thought I wouldn't need a license at all for weapons in America?" Unagi asked harpy just sighing. "Yes master, yes it would. PLease shut up before you somehow make the cops hate us even more....." She had a very tired look on her face.

ManofManyRoles

 

[Kameron Esters-]

AXIOM

Axiom looks to the car in confusion. Wondering how it ever managed to clear almost the entire building and end up on this floor with almost no visible scratches on it. Not even a dent as far as he could see. That was impressive but his thoughts move from the car to the lawyers. One was being held hostage by a young man in a mask and the young man in green had a firearm pointed at his head. This was a strange tactic to use but per has the green one knows something he didn't regarding the whole matter. masked one wearing a tie and vest comments on him on being not cordially dressed. "Sorry, this was the only 'Me-Proof' thing I had in my closet." Axiom responds Spear. The bullet bounces off his armor like a dime bouncing off a garage door. Axiom was a tad confused as to white he shot at his armor instead of his head. It wouldn't have worked either way but it was still more sensible. Perhaps he wasn't aiming to kill him. "I apologized...." Axioms thoughts wer disrupted wen Chyros refered to him as a 'boyscout'. Boyscout....That's a title he hasn't been called in a long time. Brings back memories of a certain mass murdering "hero" he knew....He looked between "So...Either of you two care to tell me what's going on here?"
ManofManyRoles Cam E. Leon ​

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Spear

Spear stared at Axiom for a few moments, heading canting to the side just a bit. "Well, I suppose a dress code exception can be made then! After all, having a bullet proof tux is something not everyone gets to enjoy!" He in turn had started to outright ignore Chrysos, his attention now on the 'boyscout'. He screamed 'liberty and justice for all'. Just his type! "Ah! A fine question! Well you see, it's the annual board meeting here, emphasis on bored. I thought it'd be more fun to host a ball. And look, everyone enjoyed themselves to such an extent they're all tuckered out. It gives my soul good to give these people a shred of happiness in such a boring place. Can you imagine, discussing law all day? The finer points of how to get someone convicted, or proven innocent? Law...such a funny thing."

Spear glanced at the collection of lawyers, a few younger faces present, likely prodigiess or youths with powers that made them a natural choice for the field. "You know, a ball always ends with fireworks, wouldn't you agree?" He reached into his vest, the revolver being stowed before he produced two frags with a small mask matching his own graffitied on each. "Now see, I have a problem here. I know one of these is faulty...but I'm afraid I forgot which one. I think you two would be great to help me remember which one is which." His thumbs flicked the spoons from each grenade, tilting his head a moment in an outright eerie fashion as he cooked the grenades for a few seconds, before tossing them in two seperate directions, one to his right and one to his left, each clattering against the walls as he pulled his revolver again, firing it into the air like a starting pistol. "Right then, let's see which one of these fireworks is a dud!"

Kameron Esters- Cam E. Leon

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Salamander, The Wastes of the Damned, three hours ago

Eyes slowly blinked open, staring up at the 'sky' of the land of the damned he found himself in, flat on his back on ashen ground. How had it gone this time? Eyes slowly closed again, his vision blurring and darkening as he 'awoke'. Yes...yes that's how it had gone. He had been hunting a man...no, two men. Yakuza, two powerful Oyuban. They had managed to put several districts under their control, and they had been worthy targets. He had overpowered one in a battle of blade, but the second had led him into an ambus, fifty men. He'd taken thirty with him...but eventually the wounds overcame him, stabs and slashes, bullets riddling his body. His eyes slowly opened up again, his vision clearing as he sat up. A hand moved across the ashen ground, grabbing a fistful and letting it run through his fingers.

He stood up, cracking his neck as he looked at his hands for a few moments, fingers clenching into fists. He had been planning to go somewhere after the Yakuza...but where? He closed his eyes...the United States...L.A. A fitting hunting ground with their powerful hero's and villains. He raised a hand up in a flicking motion, a large portal of swirling fire opening before him. He slowly made his way forward and through the gate to and from Hell itself, arriving in a simple alley. He looked around to get his barings before charging up a wall, leaping from it to the next before making his way up onto a short rooftop.

Salamander, L.A, Present, Amusement Park

He'd managed to draw the attention of two heroes, 'S Class' from what he'd gathered. Make enough of a scene, even if he didn't harm anyone, and they came. A woman who sported a large club and a man who blinked about from one space to the next, unarmed. "Look about you. This is where you meet your end. A place that brings to joy to others shall be your gravesite." He adjusted his stance, legs spreading into a stance as he prepared himself. The man was the first to make his move, blinking in and out rapidly, trying to land blow after blow. He relied on his ability too much, the trained master blocking each blow with a deflection. Another strike came, a kick towards his head. He grabbed him, bringing his elbow down, eliciting a blood-curdling noise of pain as he shattered the femur, spinning the man around only to toss him into the woman who had finally closed the distance. The woman made her way to her feet, giving a shout of rage and vengeance as she charged him. He popped the Ninjato from the sheathe at his hip, charging forward with equal measure. She was fast, impressively so, but she was still but a child. Strikes were parried time and time again with little effort, one of her blades slammed from her grip. A kick to her solar plexus sent her back pedalling, the ninja tossing three kunai from hiding, each striking her in the chest.

The woman clutched at her wounds as she stumbled back, couching up a decent amount of blood as they struck home into vital portions of her body. She did her best to defend herself against the assault her opponent presented, but there was little she could do as she was beaten back by the more experienced foe. A gargled scream escaped her as she was quite literally disarmed at the soulder, the warrior swinging one last time, her head toppling to the ground. The blinking opponent tried to hobble upright, using the sword she had lost as a crutch. "GET BACK HERE!" He lashed his arm out, kyoketsu-shoge slamming straight through the mans back as he was forcefully yanked back, the ninja pulling the tanto from his person and stabbing it into the base of the mans neck, and twice more into his back, kicking him off the kunai with chain. He flicked his weapons, blood splattering the ground as he observed the heroes that now lay dead on the ground. "Is this the best that can be offered? Has this journey been a waste of my time?"

 

[LostHaven]

Ashimar the Sorrowmaker

"I'll swallow your soul whole!" | Empty Streets​

Inferno slammed his wings into the creature's chains, to no avail. Despite appearing as though they were made of bone, the chains were incredibly hard. Consequently, Inferno was pulled into the ground, and was helpless as Ashimar began to reel his prey in. All the while, the headless thing was cackling in manic laughter.

Once the revenant was within distance, the chains loosened as Ashimar dropped the chains and lurched forward, firmly grasping onto Inferno's collar with both hands and pulled him close. "Revenant..." the creature let out a low growl. "TELL ME!" it suddenly let out an eardrum-shattering howl, pressing even closer - so much so that the wisps spectral flame burning in the creature's body would begin to lick at Inferno, leaving an eerie, chilling sensation where it singed.

"DO YOU FEAR MONSTERS?! DO I SCARE YOU?!" it screeched, gripped by madness. Then, without even waiting for Inferno's answer, he tossed the revenant aside, before frantically grasping at its 'head', though to little effect as it had shattered its own skull to shards of bone not long ago.

"WHY?! WHY DOES IT ACHE?!" Ashimar screamed, still desperately gripping at its nonexistent head. "SO LOUD! IT'S SO LOUD IT HURTS! WHY DOESN'T IT STOP- ah." Suddenly, like a switch had been flicked, Ashimar stopped screaming, calming in an instant and turning its 'gaze' to Inferno. "It's you. I need to kill you," he said, though it was mostly a madman rambling to himself. "I'll grind your bones to flour and turn your soul to a fine paste..." he mumbled, beginning to take steps toward Inferno, apparently continuing their fight with their scythe still discarded on the ground.

Stricken Steel

 

[LostHaven]

Oriax

"GET OVER HERE!" | Amusement Park​

"There once was an angel who'd lost both her wings~" Oriax sang merrily as he waltzed the streets of L.A., fiddling with a handheld radio in one hand.

Now, one might ask, what sort of 'retainer' just tosses their liege like Oriax had? Well, Oriax, apparently. That being said, by all technicality, he had no obligation toward the child of his 'Lord', did he? Dantalion should just be grateful he didn't turn her and her beautiful, brand new pair of eyes to that mad Belial, Oriax reckoned. And, it wasn't like anybody could accuse him of being disloyal as well. He was following Dantalion's suggestion to do 'superhero' work! He just needed something to put on his resume, aside from murdering thugs and back alley trash all day. That's why he needed to go and off an asshole or two, put something good-looking on his application, you know? And how could he, the noble and loving assassin, Oriax, ever put the innocent, lovely daughter of the Lord of Secrets in harm's way~? That was precisely why he'd forcefully sent Dantalion home!

That and he wanted some time alone. To, you know. Hit the uh... Dance theatre later, of you get what I mean.

"Uh... Mr. Faceless Shadow, would you please put me down now?"

Oriax was suddenly ripped from his mindscape by the irritating voice of the damned weight on his shoulder. "Hey shut up, hostages aren't meant to speak!" he exclaimed.

Now, one must wonder how Oriax - and the girl on his shoulder - had found themselves in this situation.

See, Oriax was wandering in search of one of those 'radios' they used for communications. And, where else would he find one but on the bodies of one of those superheroes? And thus, this poor young girl, an aporentice Hero would find herself mugged in a back alley right after stopping one herself. Karma's a bitch, huh?

And here we are, a young, aspiring girl kidnapped by the 'Faceless Shadow', as Oriax had introduced, and carried over his shoulder out in the open street. Why the Faceless Shadow though? Well, that had to do with Oriax's disguise - that of a plain, featureless mask made through his umbramancy.

All of a sudden, the raddio began sputtering something - a red alert, S.O.S., S-Class Heroes being MIA, high alert etc etc. His eyebrows peaked up underneath his mask. "Hey girl, what's that supposed to mean?" he questioned his hostage.

"Uh... S.O.S. stands for 'Save Our Souls', and um... It usually means it's something extremely urgent..." she explained, "and a red-alert means the most dangerous situations from the Association. Wait, BLINKING BLADE were M.I.A-?!"

"So, it's a high difficulty mission?"

"Uh... essentially..."

"And an incredibly dangerous boss fight?"

"Most likely."

A disgusting smile spread under Oriax's face, so hideous that the poor girl could just feel the evil oozing from beneath Oriax's mask. Then, the horror dawned on her. "Wait, you're not planning to-"

"Yes I am."

"... can you at least put me down before you go...?"

Oriax pondered, long and hard on the girl's request before he shrugged, deciding it was fine. He dropped the girl on the side of the road, still bound in ropes of shadows, and made off.

... but not before feeling up the girl's jacket and taking her wallet...

By the time Oriax had somehow found his way to this 'Mystic Wonder', which, contrary to the name, was neither very mystical nor wonderful in his eyes, he was met with only the remnants of a fight.

Or, well, more like a massacre.

Even if he looked like an idiot, Oriax was a seasoned killer - his hands were soaked in blood under the service of an archdemon, and milennia before that. Even if scattered across the place, their wounds were smooth and precise. Whoever these humans were, they had been butchered without even breaking as much as a sweat.

Well, Oriax wasn't particularly worried either way. Humans were weak, and he was more than confident in his strength. What he did fear was that his prey had long left the premises. "OI ASSHOLE," he suddenly yelled, looking around wildly. "IF YOU'RE NOT A PUSSY-ASS BITCH, THEN GET OVER HERE AND BECOME DECORATION FOR MY RESUME!"

ManofManyRoles

 

[Kyrenka]

~Ella Miller~
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Her mind was not her own. Sometimes it bothered her, like when Addy abused their connection to annoy her or when Lahn ever so helpfully give her pointers on what she was doing wrong when she was in the middle of getting the literal shit kicked out of her. However, there were times when the small crowd in her mind comforted her. Ella let a smile grace her face. Looks like I'm not the only one struggling. Addy clearly hadn't liked the assignment, one of the major reasons being their location. What was it that Butler said? 'Don't shit where you eat'? Lahn's disgust seeped through their bond and this time the redhead barked out a laugh. Figures she'd get a prude for a sentient alien armor symbiote. Suck it up honey. Stretching as she stood, Ella moved to find her sister. Of course they were familiar with the layout of the building since they were the ones to set it up, but still paused every once and a while to recall the path she had to take. As soon as she located and entered Addy's office, Ella approached her sister from behind and practically draped herself over the other woman. "Here's your hug. Conversation is limited unless it's about what we're getting for lunch."

Lahn tutted in her head. 'Laziness is unbecoming.'

Ella frowned. What are you, my mother? The alien A.I. didn't have a response to that. They almost never spoke more than a few words at a time, seeming to be the least chatty of the pair. The redhead wasn't sure if it was a good thing, but based on how frustrated Addy got with her own symbiote she had come to realize that it wasn't necessarily a bad thing either. "Personally," she drawled, "I'm hoping that there's a sushi place around here." There was a pause before she added, "Or maybe an IHOP." Something about those pancakes haunted Ella; no matter how hard she tried she couldn't get them out of her head. Peering from her position slung over her sister's body, the redhead narrowed her eyes at the papers and screens sitting innocently on Addy's desk. "Or...we could table the food convo for later and work on whatever you wanted first." A painful decision, truly, but it was necessary. They didn't make it this far by being idle. As tedious as she found it, they needed to get this stuff done if they wanted to do any field work. Sliding off of Addison in favor of pulling a nearby chair next to her sister, Ella sat down and scanned the materials. Most of it was similar to the stuff she had previously been looking at. Some of it was stuff she hadn't gotten to yet though.

((Interacting with ManofManyRoles 's Addison Miller))