Kaiba Blader

In a dingy one-room apartment, a middle-aged man groaned slightly as he got up from a chair that looked ready to collapse at any moment. A radio droned an endless rotation of music, and the lean man scratched an itch through coarse hair as he poured a cup of coffee from a pot that frankly had seen better days.

Kaiba Blader was not a young man. Not anymore. He'd been around before 'superheroes' had leapt from fiction to reality, and just as in those stories(or at least some of them), things had been nothing but trouble since. 'heroes' would emerge, only to have criminals or rivals show up, and damned if the whole thing wasn't getting on Kaiba's nerves by now. He stirred what was left of his sugar and cream into the coffee and had taken only a single drink before his attention was drawn by the radio changing to something distinctly [i]not[/i] the top 40.

[i]"We're getting reports of a massive explosion at the Meta-Human containment facility, sources say there is a breakout underway. Police are en route, but the facility is currently under siege by several Black Capes. Witnesses have spoken to a few White Capes also responding, but we have no solid idea which Capes are actually involved..."[/i]

Kaiba sighed and set down the mug as the report continued. Every day it got worse. Something had to give, and Kaiba feared it would be society to give first. Wearily, he began stripping off his regular attire of shirt and sweats and began donning his armor. The suit was a prototype, made evident by the frivolities of the half capes and the wolf-shaped helmet, but it was all Kaiba had, and it hadn't let him down yet. He checked and rechecked his equipment before casually yanking the window open, and leaping to the opposite rooftop, making his way quickly toward the facility along the generally unseen rooftops of Newcrest.

And hoped he wouldn't be too late to stop the madness.