Villain and Tictacguy

[Snek]

@Tictacguy123


July 7th, 2012


City of Falcondell, somewhere on the East Coast


4:37 PM


The night is quiet, save for the distant echoes of police sirens. This city has seen its share of heroes (and villains), but never the one true protector it needed, that one guardian destined by fate to be the city's most trusted and powerful vanguard. Many of its heroes have come and gone, but still it suffers chronic bouts of crime and chaos, and the city cannot truly thrive until this hero is found.


The city won't be waiting much longer.


A bright light fills the sky. Few people see it, and those who do simply brush it off as another villain trying to aim an orbital strike at the city. Undoubtedly some hero will take care of it soon.


~


ERROR!!! ERROR!!!


SYSTEM FAILURE


WARP DRIVE INCOMPATIBILITY


QUANTUM TUNNELING ERROR!!


Damnit! You told them this wouldn't work! You told them it wasn't ready! But noooOoooOOOooOo, fixing the past couldn't wait any longer! Ugh...looks like you're making an emergency landing. And in a civilian zone too! God...you hope you aren't decommissioned for this.


Brace for impact...


~


A lone figure climbs from the wreckage, coughing and stumbling to the ground. What just happened? Where is he? He remembers the journey, and the time pod, of course, but...what was before that? Why was he sent back? The man remembers none of it, and resigns himself to simply getting himself somewhere safe to think.


He stands up, checking his gear for damage. Everything seems intact, although his mantle is a little worse for wear. His helmet's visor managed to stay in one piece, due to its synthetic composition, but what was really surprising is that the helmet's HUD was still functional. All data prior to the system failure was lost, though.


Shit.


So where had he landed? A city, obviously, but where, and more importantly, when? A nearby shop window read "Falcondell Hardware Co.", so he knew he was in someplace called Falcondell, but such a town didn't exist in his universe. He could smell saltwater, so it had to be on a coastline. So far as he could see, there were no other clues to his location. The city was actually very pretty, the skyscrapers slathered with orange by the imminent sunrise on the horizon. It was nearly morning


"Well, maybe I'll like it here...and who knows? Maybe, in time, I'll remember..."


~


Three years later~


~


Another morning, following yet another dreamless night. Gemini had always hoped that surrendering to his subconscious would reveal answers, but none ever came. He had chalked it up as a quantum erasure, which was much more plausible and easier to accept than a random memory loss due to stress and trauma.


Memory loss was one thing, but the sudden ability to, more or less, manipulate spacetime, was quite an unexpected result of a traumatic crash.


He'd had a ton of experience, getting plenty of practice against the myriad of villains that plagued the city at night and, at times, during the day. Gemini wouldn't say that his powers were mastered at this point, per se, but he was certainly achieving an increasingly-detailed understanding of how they worked.


His receiver hummed on the nightstand, crackling to life.


"All units, all units, we have a situation on West Heartland, repeat, situation on West Heartland. We have a 4550, all units report. Super villain present, come armed and ready."


Wow. They let him sleep in today. Usually he got the first call of the day around 3 in the morning.


He twisted the lamp on the nightstand, revealing the secret keypad, which he typed the secret code into to reveal the secret vault on the other side of the room behind the secret wall, pressing his secret handprint into the secret hand pad to activate the secret algorithms to unlock the secret vault and reveal his secret stash of super secret weapons and gear. It was all very secret, indeed.


He slipped on his signature Bolt Viper helmet over his head, switching on the HUD as he climbed into his armor and fastened a freshly-laundered green cloak around his shoulders. He grabbed Quetzal and Coatl, his two whip-blades, and held them against his back using a very basic twisting of gravity that he had learned about a year ago. Before that, he carried them in holsters, and it was a very cumbersome way to fight crime. This allowed for much more freedom of movement.


Gemini opened the window, flicked Coatl towards the nearest building, and was soon gone among the rooftops.

 

[Tictacguy123]

Tick. Tick. Tick.





Jericho lifted his arm, taking a quick glance at the watch. Perfect he thought to himself. Just on time. It's half past I don't know and a quarter to I don't give a fuck. Lovely. He lowered the broken watch and stared out over the city. It was lovely this time of day. Birds singing. Cars humming. The sound of a fat man telling a young nervous boy to get the hell out of his way. Yes, this was the city Jericho had come to know and love, and this was the city the Crazy Eight had come to destroy.


"Can we start with the fat one baus?"


"Now, now, that's rude Brik. We would refer to him as, "husky" or "fluffy" as to not offend his obese heart."


"I feel like you just made more fun of him by trying to be nice..."


"Dumbass..."





Of course they would start now. Why not? Since when could they just get along and blow shit up indiscriminately without having to discuss and bicker about the ethics of calling a man fat versus husky or fluffy, and whether referring to them as fluffy or husky was more of an insult than just being up front and calling them fat? It was surprising how often this conversation came up, given the circumstances, and sometimes (usually when they weren't about to murder a few innocent people) the conversations became deep and philosophical in nature, allowing for so many discoveries of what it was truly like to be in the mind of a crazy man. But most of the time (as this time would undoubtedly mimic) the conversation turned sour, Stele referred to Jest as a dumbass, Brik got mad, and more than a few innocents died. More like a few sets of ten. The more the merrier in hell I guess.





"Alright, fuck this, I'm going." The man in the red suit walked forward and leapt of the ledge of a one story building and landed on the cement below, a loud thud echoing out. He stood slowly, stretching slowly before making his way across the street and towards the largest library in the city. The others were not far behind, traveling in a variety of ways.


"You fucking brute" said the one in pink, sliding down a ladder the allowed access to the roof from the alley beside the building, Jericho not far behind. "Why don't you use a ladder like a normal person?"





"As if any one of us could be considered normal" said the one in green, swinging himself over the ledge and hanging onto the side for a moment before dropping down.


"We're all different, and that's what makes us spe-" the one in purple started, unable to finish his encouraging statement as he lost his grip on the ladder, falling backwards and into an open trash can. "Motherfu-!"





As Jericho, Stele, and Sedu looked back at the childish personality, Brik ripped the door to the library off of its hinges and threw it into the street, glass shattering and alarms sounding from within the building. Screams began to ring out and civilians ran out of the library for their lives, with screams coming from inside from those who were not lucky enough to escape the trap. As Jericho and the others walked over, smoke began to billow out of windows and the open "door".


Jericho hustled inside where an figure in orange stood, a match in hand next to a pile of books he had thrown to the floor. He looked over at Jericho and dropped the match, lighting another fire. "Oopsie" he said sarcastically, skipping off into the smoke and flames to, most likely, create more destruction. The others were corralling the civilians that hadn't managed to escape and were forcing them into a side room. The police would be there soon.


A hero would be there soon.

 

[Snek]

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((Appearance picture, screenshotted from DCUO haha, and picture of Quetzal and Coatl. Instead of blue, though, the whip blades are green.))


 
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[Snek]

Gemini groaned, adjusting his gear as he surveyed the scene. What a shitstorm. That Crazy Eight gang on the loose, yet again, the one called Pulse most likely the "mastermind" behind the library fire. That one was probably the most dangerous. Fucking psychopath unable to resist even the most subtle temptations.


But after him, the next threatening was, of course, the wallflower. Freaky green one that was always somehow out of sight. That one caught Gemini off guard on more than once occasion. The brute was a tank, but at least the red dope was completely predictable. Neither of the blue nor purple ones were a threat at all, but at least the blue one complained less. The pink one was only a challenge to idiots, and only the most weak-willed would fall prey to those sultry promises and verbal spiderwebs. And that, of course, only left the eighth, the black-suit who was presumably the leader. He seemed to lack any distinguishing personality trait to which each of the others had attuned themselves, but there was certainly something off about him. The leader, ironically enough, seemed as much under the control of the rest as they were under his.


Not that it really mattered. The Eight were rarely coordinated enough to pull off a working, functional plan, but they could sure as hell whip up some chaos when and where they wanted it. And none of the other "heroes" in this city knew enough about them to try taking them down. But Gemini had plenty of experience with those maniacs. One might say he was their arch-nemesis, though he didn't see it that way. True, he was the only one who could fight them off, and had the most experience against them, but Gemini just helped wherever he was needed.


It was the Bolt Viper code. Shame that they had to send him back before the idea of the Bolt Viper Brigade could have become reality. And seeing as he was here now, how would that change the outcome of events? Maybe he never would have been engineered, and then none of this would happen, and then he wouldn't get sent back? He decided to just get on with it. Time shenanigans were rarely worth the time spent trying to figure them out. Better to let paradox space just do its thing.


He leapt from the rooftop and descended on the street, eliciting a few cheers from people fleeing the library. He ignored their praises and kicked open the burning library door, assessing the situation. Impulse torching the place, Brik corralling hostages with Sedu, Jest sitting and whining, and Jericho watching as he always did. Gemini quickly assigned target priorities and dashed for the red brute. Civilian lives were more important than the library itself.


His right blade lashed out with a sweeping slice aimed at the ankles of the two criminals that were turned away from him. His left went for the red one's neck. Even a sliced artery probably wouldn't stop the big one, as Gemini knew from past battles, but it was better to go right for the vital points and take him out fast before Stele showed himself. Facing both the green and red ones together was nigh impossible.


Most heroes would probably drop a witty taunt as they attacked, but Gemini was much smarter than that. Surprise was what he needed most against foes like these.