Okay, well, I think I owe all of you an apology for that unpleasantness.
Really don't think any of this was on you. Shit happens-we deal with it and move on.
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Really don't think any of this was on you. Shit happens-we deal with it and move on.
Rocket-Man is my favorite character so far.
:D
Later, I will make a response to Rocket-Man.
I just have one response for Rocket-Man.
Do you want Crisis to continue his CHASE4JUSTICE after you, or for him to just walk away. I mean, he could probably replace the cash stolen with a quick phone-call, so no harm no foul, right?
Do what you think fits the character best, bro. I'll roll with it either way.
Oh god, this was going to end with torches and pitchforks.
You. I like you.
Upon hearing the loud roaring of the motorbike behind him, The Rocket sighed. Countless supervillains legitimately threatening lives, of course somebody was going to hunt down the petty thief. He glanced back at the encroaching hero, and started putting more oomph into his je-double take
"WHAT THE FUCK. WHEN THE HELL DID FUCKING BATMAN MOVE TO FUCKING CLEVELAND." Oh god, run. Run, you shitty wannabe villain, run. Fucking Two-Face and Joker running wild, and Batman goes and chases down Kite-Man.
With a sigh of regret and dread, he turned his head to meet Crisis' gaze. Rocket's helmet wasn't nearly as stylized, a rather simple little affair with a completely smooth faceplate save for the two holes where he had the goggles inserted for his eyes. Truth be told, he had scrapped that son of a bitch together from old scrap he had pulled out of a landfill and banged it into working headgear.
Out of politness's sake, Rocket gave him a curt wave with one hand, other still holding onto the strap of the bag he had slung over his shoulder.
Then the knives hit, promptly jamming straight into the left hip thruster and stoppering the whole thing up, which left Rocket hanging in midair as it sputtered and stopped. The explosion pellet, while it did manage to knock around the workings of the back turbine and force it to stop, also managed to throw Rocket even farther forward through the air and past Crisis. He slammed into the concrete, face first, and had maybe a split second to groan in pain and humiliation. Fortunately for him-or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it-that's when the rockets detected that the back turbine and one of the hip thrusters was down, and activated as an automatic compensation. His shoulder retrorockets and knee jets immediately kicked on, and he shot down the street even faster than he was with his bounding leaps.
On his face.
With a shriek of metal and concrete, Rocket's skidding body threw up waves of sparks as he slid down Pearl Road face down, arms flailing at his side as his systems forced him in the direction he was going in when his back turbine and hip thruster failed.
"FwubadubawafufufuckfuckfuuuUUUUUUUUUU-"
A crunching sound, and another loud crash beckoned Rocket to look back. Oh, hey, the first stroke of luck all fucking day, somebody threw a goddamn dumpster and some cars in between him and the psychopath chasing him down. The resulting pileup from the hulks of metal had pretty much clogged the entire road, and hopefully would keep that jackass off of his back. He sighed, then looked forward. Then look back down at the road, and sighed again, a good half-second before smashing into a van as he finally started getting proper lift. As he was flung to the side, he bounced off of a car, off of another car after that, before he was firmly embedded in the side of a truck's trailer. Rocket grabbed hold of the trailer, checked to make sure the bag was still in one piece, and then waited as the truck drove further north, across the bridge over the Medina Freeway and towards the heart of Cleveland.
"WHAT THE FUCK. WHEN THE HELL DID FUCKING BATMAN MOVE TO FUCKING CLEVELAND." Oh god, run. Run, you shitty wannabe villain, run. Fucking Two-Face and Joker running wild, and Batman goes and chases down Kite-Man.
With a sigh of regret and dread, he turned his head to meet Crisis' gaze. Rocket's helmet wasn't nearly as stylized, a rather simple little affair with a completely smooth faceplate save for the two holes where he had the goggles inserted for his eyes. Truth be told, he had scrapped that son of a bitch together from old scrap he had pulled out of a landfill and banged it into working headgear.
Out of politness's sake, Rocket gave him a curt wave with one hand, other still holding onto the strap of the bag he had slung over his shoulder.
Then the knives hit, promptly jamming straight into the left hip thruster and stoppering the whole thing up, which left Rocket hanging in midair as it sputtered and stopped. The explosion pellet, while it did manage to knock around the workings of the back turbine and force it to stop, also managed to throw Rocket even farther forward through the air and past Crisis. He slammed into the concrete, face first, and had maybe a split second to groan in pain and humiliation. Fortunately for him-or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it-that's when the rockets detected that the back turbine and one of the hip thrusters was down, and activated as an automatic compensation. His shoulder retrorockets and knee jets immediately kicked on, and he shot down the street even faster than he was with his bounding leaps.
On his face.
With a shriek of metal and concrete, Rocket's skidding body threw up waves of sparks as he slid down Pearl Road face down, arms flailing at his side as his systems forced him in the direction he was going in when his back turbine and hip thruster failed.
"FwubadubawafufufuckfuckfuuuUUUUUUUUUU-"
A crunching sound, and another loud crash beckoned Rocket to look back. Oh, hey, the first stroke of luck all fucking day, somebody threw a goddamn dumpster and some cars in between him and the psychopath chasing him down. The resulting pileup from the hulks of metal had pretty much clogged the entire road, and hopefully would keep that jackass off of his back. He sighed, then looked forward. Then look back down at the road, and sighed again, a good half-second before smashing into a van as he finally started getting proper lift. As he was flung to the side, he bounced off of a car, off of another car after that, before he was firmly embedded in the side of a truck's trailer. Rocket grabbed hold of the trailer, checked to make sure the bag was still in one piece, and then waited as the truck drove further north, across the bridge over the Medina Freeway and towards the heart of Cleveland.
And I posted in the wee hours of the morning.
I take my bumbling villains very seriously.
I take my bumbling villains very seriously.
3840 Pearl Road, 9:30 AM EDT
Not too far from the Cleveland Metroparks Zoo, another rather nasty incident was taking place. The Steel Valley Credit Union wasn't the most prestigious bank, nor was it the richest. But it had cash within its vaults, and that was the important bit, eh? With the chaos striking the streets, it was the perfect opportunity to take advantage of the police running amok and liberate some cash from one of the more out-of-the-way establishments in the city. Just slip in while everybody's busy with the real supervillains, grab a few bags of cash, and get the hell out as fast as you can.
And speed's one of the things that The Rocket was good at. The unassuming doors to the SVCU burst open as he ran out, throwing the small bag over a shoulder and bolting across the parking lot. Besides the metal helmet obscuring his face, The Rocket was covered in a patchwork of metal plates and thrusters thrown about in all kinds of odd positions about his body. The three security guards ran out the door and raised their firearms, pulling off a handful of shots at the retreating villain. He stopped at the curb and teetered for a second, trying not to topple into the morning traffic on Pearl Road. He bent his knees as the guards started their pursuit, looking for all the world like he was about to take a dump right there and then as he pounded at the soldered metal plates strapped to his chest with a fist.
"Shit. Shit. Shit shit shit shit. Come on you fucking worthless pieces of JUNK." More bullets, more close misses. He grimaced, then gave a sigh of relief as the engines finally kicked on. His hip jets gave a roar and the large turbine on his back fired up and threw the man rather unceremoniously upward and forward, launching him right over the traffic and across the road...only for him to smack face-first into the wall of the pizzeria he was aiming towards.
“Ow.” He backed up, only for the engines to sputter to life again, slamming him straight back into the brick wall. “Ow.” Okay, get your bea-no, into the wall again? Sure, why not. A-and a third time. Really should work on that.
After he shook the ringing sound out of his head, The Rocket turned left, and made another leap as he started running. A roar, and his hip thrusters and back turbine threw him forward and northward on Pearl Road, each leaping bound easily ten feet long as he left the security officers in his proverbial dust and skimmed down the road. Hopefully nothing else goes wrong as he makes good his escape. But what's the worst that could happen?
Not too far from the Cleveland Metroparks Zoo, another rather nasty incident was taking place. The Steel Valley Credit Union wasn't the most prestigious bank, nor was it the richest. But it had cash within its vaults, and that was the important bit, eh? With the chaos striking the streets, it was the perfect opportunity to take advantage of the police running amok and liberate some cash from one of the more out-of-the-way establishments in the city. Just slip in while everybody's busy with the real supervillains, grab a few bags of cash, and get the hell out as fast as you can.
And speed's one of the things that The Rocket was good at. The unassuming doors to the SVCU burst open as he ran out, throwing the small bag over a shoulder and bolting across the parking lot. Besides the metal helmet obscuring his face, The Rocket was covered in a patchwork of metal plates and thrusters thrown about in all kinds of odd positions about his body. The three security guards ran out the door and raised their firearms, pulling off a handful of shots at the retreating villain. He stopped at the curb and teetered for a second, trying not to topple into the morning traffic on Pearl Road. He bent his knees as the guards started their pursuit, looking for all the world like he was about to take a dump right there and then as he pounded at the soldered metal plates strapped to his chest with a fist.
"Shit. Shit. Shit shit shit shit. Come on you fucking worthless pieces of JUNK." More bullets, more close misses. He grimaced, then gave a sigh of relief as the engines finally kicked on. His hip jets gave a roar and the large turbine on his back fired up and threw the man rather unceremoniously upward and forward, launching him right over the traffic and across the road...only for him to smack face-first into the wall of the pizzeria he was aiming towards.
“Ow.” He backed up, only for the engines to sputter to life again, slamming him straight back into the brick wall. “Ow.” Okay, get your bea-no, into the wall again? Sure, why not. A-and a third time. Really should work on that.
After he shook the ringing sound out of his head, The Rocket turned left, and made another leap as he started running. A roar, and his hip thrusters and back turbine threw him forward and northward on Pearl Road, each leaping bound easily ten feet long as he left the security officers in his proverbial dust and skimmed down the road. Hopefully nothing else goes wrong as he makes good his escape. But what's the worst that could happen?
How many villains do we actually have? it seems like everyone's a hero or a villain that only hunts down villains.
Rocket's a straight-up villain
I think Booker is, too
Tess seems more neutral
Summary of The Rocket:
1. Decent junk scrapper
2. Petty criminal
3. Oh god I'm exploding why am I exploding
4. And now I'm on fire
4. And I think it's gonna be a long long time
5. Till touchdown brings me round again to find
6. I'm not the man they used to think I am at home
7. Oh no, no, no, I'm the Rocket Man
8. Rocket Man, burning out his fuse up here alone
1. Decent junk scrapper
2. Petty criminal
3. Oh god I'm exploding why am I exploding
4. And now I'm on fire
4. And I think it's gonna be a long long time
5. Till touchdown brings me round again to find
6. I'm not the man they used to think I am at home
7. Oh no, no, no, I'm the Rocket Man
8. Rocket Man, burning out his fuse up here alone
Also, I totally wasn't paying attention to the names here when I made my profile
So chatting with Polyphemus might get kind of awkward.
So chatting with Polyphemus might get kind of awkward.
Well, I heard about this RP, and I thought it'd be a neat thing to join. Love superhero shenanigans, so I whipped up a little villain. Nothing too crazy, just a street-level dumpster diving rocket man.
By all means, inspect him to your heart's content.
By all means, inspect him to your heart's content.
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