[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/wKZoxNV.jpg?2[/img][/center] [color=blue][indent]Arc 2: + [i]Power Outage[/i] + [/indent][/color][color=yellow] [hr] [center][h2][color=blue]STATIC[/color] [color=yellow]SHOCK[/color][/h2][/center] [hr] [indent][right]Episode 1.1: - [i]Back With a Bang[/i] -[/right][/indent][/color] [b] Welcome to The Meta-Mill online forums. [/b] User #143570: LectricBandit is currently logged in. User is currently viewing: • Threads currently being followed • Thread OP is displayed. • Eleven comments per page. • Notifications page. [u]Click here to view new notifications[/u] • Threads and private messages are ordered chronologically. STAFF NOTICE: Please report any bugs or forum glitches to our Technical Administration team. Our servers are still recovering after the New York incident. We at the Meta-Mill appreciate the patience of our user-base. ♦ Topic: Mayoral Election in Dakota City - The Future of Bang Babies Uncertain? In: Boards ► General Affairs ► East-Coast [b]Peasant_Ghoul - (Meta Groupie)[/b] [url]http://www.whih.org/news/mayoral-showdown-at-dakota-city[/url] [quote=WHIH NEWS - 7th September 2019 - Christine Everhart] " It's all too easy to mistake them as just monsters when in reality, they're kids. Misguided and lost boys and girls from Paris Island. From Utopia. From Hemingway. From Washington Avenue. Who all need a second chance at life." This was just one of many choice quotes spoken by Robert Hawkins, head manager of Freeman Community Center and current mayoral nominee for Dakota City spoken during last week's campaign rally. Today, on September 7th, marks two months since the infamous chemical incident that struck the harbors of Dakota City. The Big Bang, as dubbed by the local civilians living in Dakota City, resulted in the largest recorded artificial boom in metahuman populations in America since experimentation by the SSR in WW2. The status of metahumans as having access to human rights has long been a long contentious issue nation-wide. His opponent, current incumbent Mayor Morris Jefferson is an active supporter of police militarization, advocating for the occupation of the D.M.A and a hostile policy towards meta-humans........ [/quote] Hopefully, the DMA doesn't get their hands on Dakota City. It's surprising that Dakota's been left unscathed by the Stryfe Attack. My relative says that they're planning to break out mandatory checks for metas in every city.... ►[b]StainedDuCChess[/b] [i]Replied on 13:24:20, 5th September[/i] What's more surprising is that Static's managed to keep a tight noose on all those metas. Someone at least give this man a pat on the back. ►[b]Ram Mette[/b] [i]Replied on 13:42:35, 5th September[/i] Hope that the new mayor puts all those dirty fuckin' mongrels in camps. Police should gas them again and make sure it works this time. STAFF NOTICE: Honestly, Ram Mette, we are sick of your shit. You can get your anti-meta tirade out of here and off to whatever bridge you lurk under. ►[b]SpamLetters[/b] [i]Replied on 13:44:42, 5th September[/i] ugh, crowd were friggin' packed when I went there. ►[b]Krimson Angel[/b] [i]Replied on 14:12:29, 5th September[/i] Say, anyone still got footage of Static at NYC? I'm planning on using it for a school project. ►[b]HarryMan45[/b] [i]Replied on 14:30:01, 5th September[/i] [@Krimson Angel] PM me and we can work something out. [hr] “ LLLLEEETTT’SSS PARTAAAYY!” Boom pumped his fists in the midst of his jockeying, the crowd jumping up and down in erratic waves, as another track came on. The sub-woofer growing out of his chest reverbated and vibrated sporadically, electronic bass shaking the air. The music was infectious to the point where Ebon began to tap his feet in time with the beat. It feels good to be king. Paris Island barren wastes were teeming with wild hoots of celebration and the raucous cacophany of Just the way he liked it. Ebon watched from a corner as Talon dropped a crate of beer to the frenzying crowd of Bang Babies down below. Racks of meat and sausages were being cooked over campfires. He looked around at the shadows of corroding shipping containers cast by moonlight. The only other illumination available on the island were bonfires and the lightbulbs that his men had managed to scrounge up. There was a muffled sound of gagging that he heard but no one else could. His stomach as his mind began to buzz with headaches. “Quit being shifty. Your time will come soon, Buchinsky.” The struggles ceased. Ebon snorted. Was that all it took to silence the Electrocutioner? Hard to believe that he once believed this washed up old timer could bring down the Kilowatt Kid. However, it was still annoying that he still hadn’t managed to figure out the problem of containing living beings in his shadow dimension. Transporting Buchinsky all the way from Ryker’s to Dakota probably had a factor in how the criminal had managed to figure out how to affect Ebon from another dimension. He made a note for himself to fix it later. Right now, Buchinsky had other uses than being a thorn in his backside. Ebon moved through the shadows like a serpent, gliding in between the darkness until he was on top of a shipping container, surveying the scene below him. The moonlight fully illuminated his figure. It took only a few moments before one person noticed him. Then, the next. Then, the few other dozen. It was a game of Chinese whispers and shoulder nudges that soon had made him the sole attention of the largest population of Bang Babies on the east coast. For anyone else, it would have been suicide. But he wasn’t anyone. He was the Master of Shadows and not some normie chump but the boss of the Meta Breed. He was on top of the food chain as far as he was concerned and everyone else that he was staring right now got his scraps. " How's it hanging, y'all?” Ebon shouted down towards the silent crowd. It was disappointing that they only reaction he got were coughs. Boom’s music was still on, though, it’d now had switched to a reggae track. “C'mon, guys. Just cause they call me the Shadow Man don't mean you all gotta get cold feet.” He spoke exasperatedly. “ Makes me sound like some sort of pedophile, now that I think about it.” The levity cut through the tension like a needle popping a balloon. There were giggles and sounds of laughter elicited from every Bang Baby. Boom took it as a signal to continue on, inserting a new track of Europop into the mix, to the cheers of the mob that had formed around his station. “ Now, that’s what I like to hear! C’mon, Talon, gimme your poison of the day.” Talon soared overhead and tossed him a bottle from her clawed feet which he caught deftly. He uncapped it and began to chug it down. It was all an act, of course. One of the downsides of his powers were that everyday normal sensations for him were dulled right now. Of course, that had upsides. The cheap beer now tasted faintly of apple juice to him instead of the bitter crap that so many swallowed down their throats. Ebon hopped down from the metallic crate in a dark blur, looking where exactly to plan his little stunt. Funny. Nightinggale was nowhere to be seen, though, given how skittish the Night Breed were - “ Look who came crawling back out of their cave again….” He’d recognised that snide accent anywhere. He narrowed his eyes as he saw a lone individual part out from the crowd, ginger haired with yellow streaks dyed throughout. Hotstreak. The man toed the line so many times that Ebon was considering tossing him out of the Meta-Breed. He decided against it. Having a loose cannon on a leash was better than having a loose cannon on the leash pointed against them. Thankfully, Hotstreak’s brains didn’t match his skills for being a firestarter. Hotstreak’s stabbed his finger into Ebon’s jacket, the tip glowing like a fire poker. Singe marks peppered the expensive leather. He knew it would make him mad. He wouldn’t let this jumped up chump get to him. “ Fancy seeing you here, Hotstreak.” Annoyance edged into Ebon’s normally suave baritone. He was almost tempted to drop Hotstreak into a portal and out into Hemingway Harbor. “ Why are you here, Ebon?” Hotstreak stared at him with barely veiled suspicion.“ I thought you were supposed to be out doing your own business?” " I’m glad you asked, Francis.” The pyrokinetic bang baby looked as if he’d been slapped. “ Cause I hauled myself a fish I think everyone’s itching to get a piece of.” A black chasm formed above him, dripping shadows. Hotshot’s arms spread out, pointing towards Ebon, burning orange . Funny. He actually thought he could take him in a fight. A moment later, the prisoner tumbled onto the ground. He hit the ground writhing. Someone screamed and for a moment, the bustling atmosphere had been shattered. Hotstreak lowered his arms, cutting off the flames, his cheeks pale white, as he rubbed the back of his head. He gave him a look that said 'Am I off the hook?' Ebon stared back and then, slowly nodded. [i]We'll see.[/i] Hotstreak’s expression returned back to his arrogant demeanour. Meanwhile, he had everyone’s attention now. Boom had thankfully cut his music off. Ebon cleared his throat. " Everyone. May I introduce Larry Buchinsky, the Electrocutioner and the ho-mo sapien who tried to ice our good old friend, Static." " Now, I know that there are plenty of us here who share a certain...history with Static. We know Talon's sob-story about how he nearly sent her falling from five stories up. The truth is...I don't hate the he-ro.” He drawled out the syllables mockingly. “ I just pity the fool.” He paused to let it sink in. “ Think about it for a moment. Here's a brother who's the same blood as us. He's out there bleeding sweat and tears for those filthy normies, fighting their battles instead of ours. He thinks they're the oppressed instead of the rest of us here on Paris Island.” He turned his gaze towards the crowd, slithering through the small gaps like quicksliver as he spoke. ‘All of you know what they call us. Freaks of nature.” he said, his eyes searching through the crowd. Murmurs of anger spread through the crowd. The muties. Monsters." " So, I say, if they live in fear of us, then, why not embrace it?" " I’ve told you all before and I’m gonna tell again. I'mma make sure that Dakota belongs to us. The city is our turf. Our territory. Stick with me, my friends, and ain't nobody gonna mess with us ever again. Not the mayor. Not the government. Not the D.M.A. Not Supergirl. Not Wondie. Not Spider Man. Not anyone!" Not even the Kilowatt Kid. " We're the beginning of a new century, my friends! And it only begins when we have the guts to do what's right!" “ Starting with this Bang-Baby murdering homosapien.” " Shiv, would you so kindly do the honours for us?" The crowd parted, out of fear and in disgust, to reveal a grinning man, pierced lips stuck in a perpetual smile. He sauntered over towards Ebon, hands loosely hanging by his side, radiating confidence. His arm began to glow pink, shimmering light shaping into a bladed mass that resembled the man’s namesake. " What are we?" he shouted out. " A NEW BREED!" " WHAT ARE WE GONNA BE!?" " A BETTER BREED!" All of the crowd was into it now. Ebon grabbed Larry by the scruff of his neck, dragging him through as Bang Babies spat curses and threw empty bottles and trash towards the convict. " Who are we?" " THE META BREED!" He slammed Larry onto the hood of an old forklifter, positioning his neck so it stuck out over the side. " And our time starts right here! Right now! We’ve all lived in the shadows long enough! It's time this city stands in ours." “ EBON! EBON! EBON! EBON!” The chanting loudened and Ebon in that moment felt that the world was his stage. After all, when every player had a shadow, who couldn’t he beat? Shiv’s hand swung down at the peak of the crowd’s roar. Flesh boiled and bubbled away in a hissing slash. The Electrocutioner’s head rolled on the ground, blinking, the gag around his mouth missing to reveal a gormless expression. Ebon’s boot then slammed down on his head and crunched it into a red puddle. Electrocutioner had taken his secret with him to his grave. And no one would be the wiser.