[IC] ((((Hero Complex))))

[Omega Man]

Liberty City is a city of adventure and intrigue on the Atlantic Coast of North Carolina. It is home to several superhuman individuals. These are their stories.

Liberty City Info

* Some things are slightly altered for our RP.
* Rather than a knockoff Statue of Liberty, we have the Colossus (male) version
* Our Liberty City is on the Atlantic Coast of North Carolina
* Rather than whatever GTA came up with, I'm calling the Sheepshead Bay area of Broker 'Bayside' (I'm secretly a Saved by the Bell fan)

RULES:

1.) No back-to-back posting.

2.) PAY ATTENTION TO DETAIL AND SET-UPS!!

3.) Make sense. If we can't make heads or tails of your posts they're likely to get skipped over.

4.) Get permission before using another player's character in your posts if it involves changing the scene or making actions. Everybody will take beatings in this game in battle however, so don't get pissed if you get punched or blasted into a wall by the bad guys! Namely me controlling the badguys...

5.) Problems with the game or players should be sent directly to me through PM's. I don't want a bunch of bickering in the OOC.

6.) Abandoned characters will be used as NPC's or killed off within the context of the story.

7.) “I was waiting for [insert player/character] to make a move” is not how this game is played.

8.) There is no rule #8.

9.) My word is law.

10.) Obey the law.

11.) In the event that I'm offline for any period of time, a Co-GM will take control and their word will then be law.

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Two weeks ago....

Judah looked out of the window of his uncle's apartment at the ocean and the bay. His phone was against his ear for a few moments before he pulled it away and touched a button on the screen.

"I'm sorry kid, but I think the Alliance has moved on." stated Judah's uncle, Sam.

"None of them were even at mom's funeral. I'm not sure I can do this without the Alliance..." replied Judah holding his mother's Torch weapon in his other hand.

"Then make your own." the uncle said bluntly.

Present day....

He didn't understand the science of it all, but the power that the Torch gave Judah was incredible. Being able to nearly leap a skyscraper in a single bound was something else. He'd made himself something of a superhero costume, though it was nothing more than a green mask and military fatigues. He didn't need anything flashy, just enough to get the job done.

"Some nutjob is on the other side of Broker holding up a bank. Reports are saying there's also a situation in Middle Park... some free concert turned into a riot. When the police showed up they joined in." said Judah's uncle from an ear bud type of device under his mask.

"I think I'll deal with the situation a little closer to home. I'm sure there's other heroes closer to the park anyway. We got any info on the bank robber, like if it's just a guy with a gun or somebody with superpowers?" asked Liberty Son as he leapt from building to building until he reached the bank.

"No idea, but be careful. I've gotta go silent, somebody's at the door. Now that I'm the new maintenance man for the complex it seems like there's always something that needs fixed..." Sam said from his home at the Bayside apartment complex as he walked to his door.

"Hello?" he asked opening up to an aggravated elderly woman.

"A couple of other people and me keep losing power on the first floor! This has been a problem for several months now!" the woman exclaimed.

"Does the power come back on within a few minutes or so?" Judah's Uncle Sam asked the woman.

"Usually within about ten minutes or so. That doesn't mean it's ok to keep writing it off..." the woman began to say before Sam cut her off.

"Nothing is getting written off, let me grab my tool belt..." Sam stated reaching over for some tools near the dining area.

[BunniesOfDoom]

Kersey had tried to stay away from the action of the free concert. She really did. She was hiding away in her little make-shift camp under the bridge. Her little mattress was tucked away against the wall of the bridge and her hole ridden tarp was pulled down tightly to try and give her some privacy. She had tried to focus on her coding with her laptop planted firmly in her lap but the music was so loud. It wasn't long till she found herself muttering and trying to cover her ears. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest like a war drum. She needed to get out of this mess. Maybe she could relocate to some other part of the park for now. She could take a stroll along the river or go see if there's any work open at her job. Literally anything at that moment would be better than the stress inducing beat that was banging on the sides of her head. Her camp was supposed to be her little retreat from the world. It was where she was supposed to be safe and it was being interrupted by that accursed music. Who even listens to electronic death metal anyways!

Because the music was so loud, she didn't hear the footsteps of the boys as they approached her camp. It was only when her tarp was unceremoniously ripped to the side did she see the two as they peeked in at her. Her head snapped up at the sound of her tarp moving and when she laid eyes on them, her breath caught in her throat. ”No, no. Not today! I've been doing so good. Not today.” she muttered to herself as one teen looked to the other with that stupid smirk on his face. Kersey knew what that smirk meant. Every homeless person knew what that damn smirk meant.

The first to go with her tarp. It was ripped down and thrown to the side. Kersey quickly snapped her laptop shut and stood to her feet. “You two need to go!” She said as firmly as her quivering voice would let her. “If you don't, you'll regret it!” The two boys looks to her then one another before laughing. Kersey could hear her heartbeat in her ears now. She tried to settle her racing heart but as the two boys pulled her mattress up and tossed it to the side, she was finding it harder and harder to breath. They were running out of things to throw. As one boy stepped up towards her, she took a big step back. “You don't understand! You need to leave!” she squeaked out, her voice barely above a whisper.

“We'll leave when we're ready to leave.” One of the boys said as he reached out to grab the laptop in her arms. She pulled back, reeling from him as she tried to get out of his reach but his hand grabbed a hold of her arm, pulling her back around. He reached down to grab her laptop once more and she let out a cry before everything went black.

It was like a switch had been flipped. A firm hand grabbed a hold of the boy's wrist and ripped his grip off her arm, the laptop dropping to the ground at their feet. Eyes that glowed a crimson red bared down on him as she stood over him. She slowly turned her eyes onto the other person, a vicious grin crossing her face as her abilities ignited and the ground below the second boy began to liquefy. “Do you know what it's like to drown underground?” She asked as she watched him try and scramble his way out of the circle of quicksand he suddenly found himself in. “You probably don't. Most people don't. Most, that is. The few that do are those who find themselves face to face with me.” She turned her eyes back on the now terrified teen she had a grip on. She peered down at the laptop before she gave a loud huff and reached down to pick it up. “I'm sure there was some kind of communication. 'A please don't'. Probably a, 'you don't understand'.” She gave a mighty shove to the teen she had a hold of and he fell down to him rump in front of her, his hand just barely grazing the pit of liquefied dirt. His comrade reached out to grab a hold of him, having sunk to his waist by that point. The boy ripped himself away from his doomed friend, trying to scramble away when semi-transparent crimson colored walls appeared around him.

“I wouldn't touch those if I were you. Who knows what the chaos will do to you when you do.” Eris said as she opened the laptop to check on its condition. She was lying, of course. Her little constructs couldn't stop that boy if he tried to get away but he surely didn't know that. It was all just a way to keep him contained while she checked on the laptop before handling him. Thankfully, besides being a little dinged up, the laptop seemed to be fine. She then went about setting the camp back up how it was before the teens found their way to them. All the while, the first boy sank lower and lower into the ground and the second one began to truly panic within his little crimson box. By the time she was done with the camp and turned her eyes back on the boys, the first boy only had the upper portion of his head left above ground and the second one was crying to himself. Eris grinned broadly before she crouched down in front of the cube of crimson. “So- what was your plan today? Have some fun with me? Leave us damaged and crying under the bridge as you went along on your way?”

“No!” The boy squeaked out, “No! We were just looking for some kind of fun! We weren't going to do anything to you! I swear.” Eris's grin fell away from her face as an unbemused expression crossed it.

“Your grip on my arm says otherwise.” The boy's face paled as realization dawned on him that he wasn't going to be able to lie his way out of this. “So let's try again, shall we? What were your plans?”

“We were just going to wreck some homeless people's camps and move on! That was it. I saw the laptop and was going to trash it. I wasn't going to do anything else! I swear!” Eris eyed his face for a moment before peering over at the other boy who had well and truly sunk below the surface of the ground at that point. She reached over and pushed her hand into the pit of liquid, finding the top of the boy's head and giving it a nice firm push downwards. She pushed down under she was elbow deep in the ground before pulling her arm out, shaking the grime off as she did so. “Alright, listen here. Your friend is dead. I even buried him for you. You're welcome.” The ground behind the teen hardened up once more, turning solid and sealing the boy's fate. The other teen looked down at the ground, slowly reaching out to feel the solid ground that he could touch without touching the crimson walls. “Normally, I would kill you both but I'm going to go shut down that accursed music. So consider yourself lucky. Go home and don't ever try and do anything like this again. I'll be keeping my eyes out for you.” She leaned down to give him a small peck on the forehead before standing up and strutting away.

“Um, ma'am, the walls?” The boy asked out after her. Eris grinned viciously as she snapped her fingers. The walls began to condense around the boy, growing closer and closer. She could hear his cries of panic as she walked away until they collapsed on themselves and dispersed, leaving a very shaky and thankful teen behind.

It didn't take Eris long to find the concert. She strolled into the crowd of dancing listeners. The music was so loud she couldn't even hear herself think. The bass from the speakers rattled her very bones and the screaming from the singer was making her heart spike. She, somehow, loved it. The music was atrocious but the feelings she was getting from it, they were quite pleasant. She could see why some people might listen to this type of music on the regular. However, she had enough visitors to her camp and was quite done with the large crowd of people. She was thankful this type of music sparked a type of reaction because it was so very easy for her to grab a hold of that rage and just give it a mighty yank. She started with just a few people here and there. A person bumping into another caused a fist to be thrown. Angry shouts cascaded through the crowd as she pulled on one person after another, gathering up their strong emotions like puppet strings. Soon, the whole crowd was brawling with each other and she had to step up and out of the way or else find herself mixed up in the fighting. She used her crimson constructs to step out into the air, one stepping stone at a time until she walked out on the stage.

She smiled at the band, giving them a wink before turning her eyes back to the crowd of raging people. “Sweet, glorious chaos.”

[Eviledd1984]

@BunniesOfDoom

Abigail “Abby” Blavatsky

A blonde-haired woman opened her eyes, feeling a strong sense of anxiety fill every part of her body. The dream she had was quite terrifying. In her dream, she was back at the lab being strapped to a table. The doctors hovering above her, but they didn’t look human. Most of them had large bulging eyes with a foul smell. And that damn cat was there watching them experiment on Abby. But there was a flash of light, and a woman wearing a white robe came over her. Or so she thought was a woman, judging by her voice. She said something that seemed to calm her down. However, she couldn’t see the woman’s face since she wore a mask. Then she woke up from her dream.

Slowly stumbling out of bed and to the bathroom. Looking through her medicine cabinet for her anxiety pills. She took two pills and swallowed them with some water. Feeling some relief, but decided she’d take the pill bottle in case the anxiety came back. Getting dressed while listening to the news. It was something mindless to listen to while she got ready. But there was a piece of news that caught her attention. A few days ago, a scientist named Walter Heisenberg died. The cause of death was ruled as a suicide. Hearing this made Abby smile cheek to cheek.

Finishing getting ready, she was almost out the door before forgetting something. Quickly rushing to her bedroom drawer to grab a pill box. Locking her apartment and heading to the parking lot. It took about forty or so minutes to get to her workplace. And during that time, she listened to music to help calm herself down. She parked her car and entered the building via the elevators. She had been a journalist for The Daily Trumpet for a couple of months. It was good because she could help expose her suffering and used this position to right other wrongs.

As the elevators opened, she was so deep in thought that she didn’t notice someone was talking to her. “Ah, good morning, Erika.” The voice belonged to Timmy O’Connor, a photographer, and her partner. And she almost forgot that she was using a fake name.

“Good morning Tim.” She said, walking out of the elevator and heading to her desk. Tim was following her like a lost puppy. It was a little annoying, but sometimes it could be adorable.

“Before I forget, P.J. wants to talk to you about something he wants you to cover.” Tim was standing by Abby’s desk while she was sitting down. He was referring to their boss, Perry John Jameson. But most people just called him P.J.

“Thanks, Tim, I’ll go to his office after I respond to some emails.” Abby said, starting up her computer. But looking from her left, she could still see Timmy standing by her desk. “Do you need anything else Tim?” Saying this made Tim start looking quite nervous.

“Yeah, I was actually wondering if you’d like to get a couple of drinks with me.” Tim said after what seemed like a long, drawn out silence.

“Mmm, no sorry.” She said, blunting before returning to her computer. She knew Tim had a crush on her, but she didn’t reciprocate his feelings. Tim shambled back to his desk feeling dejected. A few hours later, she was inside P.J.’s office listening to him talk. Something that irritated Abby greatly.

“Abby, I've got something I want you to cover. There’s some commotion at a local concert, and I want you to cover it.” P.J. told Abby some details of what he had heard and where the concert was located.

“Alright, I’ll go over there and cover as much of the story as possible.” She thought this incident at the concert was because the artist was causing a ruckus. So it wouldn’t be anything too important.

She grabbed her camera and notepad before leaving the building for the parking lot, avoiding Tim as she passed by his desk. She got into her car and drove to the location. From the parking lot, she noticed the ensuing chaos. This was not going to be an easy assignment. Quickly, she exited her car and started moving towards the deformed wall. Climbing over, so she was at the mouth of the wall. She pointed her camera and began taking pictures of the crowd and the lone person standing on the stage.

But she was having trouble getting a good shot because of the intense emotions in the crowd. Their violent thoughts were making it hard for her to concentrate. “Darn it…” Abby could tell this was the work of a superhuman. She was afraid to get closer because of both the fighting and being overwhelmed by the crowd’s emotions.

[Crimson Flame]

Eli Reyes/Spellbound

Location: South Bohan rooftops, Liberty City

Eli hovered three feet off the roof of his apartment building. That was the good news. The bad news was that he was sweating, panicking, and already drifting sideways about to crash into his neighbors laundry line. “Okay okay okay. Focus, Eli, focus,” he muttered, one hand clutching his pendant, the other clutching a composition notebook full of half legible spell notes, and smeared pastelito grease.

Below him, the streets of South Bohan buzzed with car horns, chatter, and a distant BOOM he was actively ignoring. He wasn’t ready for that kind of noise yet. Not until he could levitate without endangering himself or others.

“Levitate,” he whispered. “Stay calm. Remember what Abuela said. Intent equals outcome. Intent equals…”

A pigeon squawked past his ear. Eli shrieked. The spell snapped. He dropped like a sack of potatoes, landing hard on the gravel roof.

“Mierda…”

⸻

After a long moment of staring at the sky and contemplating quitting magic forever, his phone buzzed beside him.

Alert: Incident in Broker. Armed robbery in progress.

Eli sat up slowly. He wasn’t ready. He could barely get off the ground without crashing. How could he possibly expect to be any help? But he remembered Lady Liberty. He remembered what she stood for. He stood up, wiped dirt off his jeans, and whispered, “Alright… I am light. I am fire. I am ready.” Then paused. “…Okay, maybe just light for now.”

[Stern Algorithm]

Dr. Eileen Fang

"Due to the widespread adoption of the O.M.N.I. protocol general artificial intelligence into various federal agencies, Dr. Eileen Fang, the protocol's primary developer, is being recognized as employee of the year."

Eileen's glazed over eyes scan the rest of the email in the dimly-lit room, noting her program's use in fields as varied as face recognition, aerospace design, epidemiology, and genetics. But she knew what wasn't being said: surveillance, missiles, planes, bioweapons... On the one hand, it hurt that her brainchild would be used to further atrocities, but on the other hand, they had no idea what the O.M.N.I. protocol was actually for.

"Please do something about your posture, Dr. Fang," came the electronic voice of Omniac, Eileen's personal assistant AI, which she had integrated into the smart home infrastructure of her house in Dukes.

It was only after this admonishment that Eileen realized that she was hunched over in her seat. Though she instinctively straightened up, she still chided Omniac, "Hush, you. I'll sit how I want." She did, however, realize that her mood was affecting her posture. The email had put a sour taste in her mouth. It had been her hope to use her education to help humanity. She naively believed that a sort of 'scientific singularity' could come about that would take mankind into a post-scarcity world. They had always been taught that it was primarily resource scarcity that created global conflicts and that enough science and technology could fix that. Believing that human health was the priority, Eileen joined the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta, Georgia a few states south, but quickly became disillusioned when she realized that no amount of technology could curb human greed and malice, the true source of global conflict. It was a rapid race to the bottom as wealthy oligarchs and the governments that served their interests plundered the planet and weaker nations of their resources while speeding up global catastrophes. Eileen eventually switched to a remote position, started consulting with other departments, and peddling her AI protocol, planting the seed. But this wasn't enough, there was another rising power she couldn't ignore: superhumans, like herself. Currently there were three camps, 'villains', who used their powers for selfish gains, 'heroes' who served at the beck and call of their respective governments, deluded into believing that 'order' was 'justice', and 'vigilantes', who lived by their own code. None of them could see the big picture, but perhaps they could be persuaded. Eileen needed an in, she needed young, idealistic people, other supers hungry for real justice and real change. They couldn't just sit on the sidelines and hope the world fixes itself. They would be the trump card that would change the world order for better or worse. That's why she came to Liberty City. The city seemed to attract young, ambitious superheroes, and with the recent death of Lady Liberty, Eileen was sure something big was about to happen, something that could disrupt the status quo. How could the Alliance have allowed this to happen? Were they in on it? If so, could they be overthrown? Could other supers be turned against them?

"You wanted to be notified of high profile criminal events? There is a bank robbery in Broker and a riot in Middle Park," Omniac suddenly chimed in.

"What's the riot about? If they're anti-government protests, I'd rather just let them continue," Eileen remarked.

"Seems to just be a music festival gone rowdy," Omniac commented.

"Hmm, stopping a bank robbery would probably garner the attention I'm looking for, more likely to meet a fellow super there, I'd think. Though I hate the thought of saving a bank. Probably just some desperate sap down on his luck and disgruntled with predatory financiers. But he roped other innocents into it..." Eileen pondered. "Alright, gather the swarm in the car."

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What should have been a short drive was exacerbated by the typical Liberty City traffic. Finding a place to park a ways away from the bank, Eileen exited and put on her mask, while a large, coffin-sized silver metal box with articulated wheeled legs clambered out of her trunk. The top opened up, launching out a cloud of small, insectoid drones that flew towards the bank. The inside of the mask's HUD came alive, providing Eileen with a conglomerated live feed of what the swarm was seeing. It was an overwhelming amount of information, as each of the thousands of drones sent a different view, but with Eileen's ability to detect light with her skin, every square centimeter of her face under the mask served as an 'eye', and she had a brain that could process this data. "If I can get a clear shot, I could knock the assailant out with a beam of ultrasound," Eileen thought to herself. The swarm dispersed as it reached the bank, each individual drone by itself was quite difficult to spot, but together they gave Eileen a 360 panoramic view of the situation. She scanned the surroundings for a good vantage point, while keeping an eye out for other approaching heroes. Brandishing her Blast Bludgeon, Eileen walked in the direction of the bank, the large box wheeling along behind her.

[DracoLunaris]

Stalker

Inside the bank, Stalker found herself in a bit of a predicament, namely that there was currently a fire-arm pointed at her head.

Things had been going so well too up until this point. Well. At least as well as could be hoped given the situation.

The Tirmin ship’s Scavengers had broken into some sort of waste water transportation system first as they dug towards the surface, then found smaller tubes containing a seemingly infinite supply of drinking water to tap into, solving the most urgent crisis that had been facing them. Then they'd found a way up to the surface and found it teaming with local life, which surely meant that there must be an overwhelming amount of food available to feed them all.

Stalker's task them was simply to infiltrate the local's society and figure out how to get herself access to their distribution network.

To this end, she began observing the local population, walking among them without much issue baring 3 incidents with the high speed machines that seemed to dominate the travel arteries of this settlement.

They didn’t seem very safe, and she had decided she did not like them nor their toxic stink.

She also didn’t appreciate being screeched at by all the locals either, be it after the vehicle incidents, when she’d emerged from the wastewater system access hatch, or when she’d attempted to acquire an edible pink flesh tube in a processed cereal grain container for sustenance.

This latter incident she had at least worked out why she’d gotten screeched at, as it seemed that the locals did something with metal disks, fabric slips, and/or plastic rectangles after the food was handed over, and that the distributor had not taken kindly to her not partaking in this act, resulting in her losing most of the food during the third vehicle incident when she'd made her escape. In an-attempt to prevent this occurring again she’d attempted to interact with wall mounted machines which others got the slips from, but to no avail. The local symbology was as entirely meaningless to her as their screeching and salt smell method of communication.

Refusing to get disheartened, she’d tracked down another source of the objects needed to acquire local food. It was a large building in which some locals screeched at other locals who sat behind glass booths, and began observing to see if she could figure out how to get some of those paper slips.

Unfortunately, she’d done so in a way that the locals did not seem to like, and had been in the middle of being screeched at by one strong looking one when said one’s cloth garments burst into flames.

As he rolled around on the ground screeching and ripping the garments off, she beheld the source of the flame. It was hard to miss, given that it consisted of a local who’s eyes, hair, and one arm were engulfed in it, and yet despite this did not seem to be suffering harm at all.

The burning being pointed one of its fiery arms at her as it approached, and here, at least, the signal was clear. If she moved, she was going to suffer the same fate as the local who had just been harassing her.

What followed was incredibly confusing to the disguised alien, but not to people who kept up with the local cape scene. The notorious PyroJack, serial superpowered arsonist, had subdued the small bank’s guards via severe burns (they had been rushed to hospital), and then taken a young woman who’d been distracting the guards (perhaps intentionally, or so some of the rumors went) in a headlock. With a threatening fist of flame pointed at her head, he had then induced the people in the bank to build him a bonfire of all the loose bills in the building, entirely for his own pyromaniac amusement, the smoke billowing out of a shattered skylight.

The police had made a cordon and brought in a hostage negotiator, but given the ongoing riot, it was heavily undermanned and was mostly preventing people going in the front door. The windows and smoke filled skylight meanwhile where wide open.

What was unusual about the incident was the fact that every single camera pointed at it displayed static at best, or simply crashed at worst, which was making getting a clear picture of what was going on incredibly difficult. Rumor and hearsay where abound, some of it tying back to a string of strange incidents in the area supposedly involving the hostage in question, and claims that the she did not looked scared for her life, but instead merely increasingly annoyed by the situation.

[BunniesOfDoom]

Eris stood upon the stage, her arms spread wide and her head thrown back as if she could consume the very chaos the riot was unleashing onto the world. A large grin split her face but it quickly faded when the sounds of police sirens could be overheard in the distance as they came closer and closer to her little party. Her head snapped up as she looked in the direction of the sound. Sure enough, a group of police cars were quickly closing in on the park. A pout formed on her face at the sight of them. They were here to ruin her fun! That was something she just couldn't allow to happen.

She turned back to the band that had taken to cowering behind their instruments. They were too afraid to step off the stage into the brawl but had no doubt the woman who stood before them was superhuman. So when she stepped over to them, her hand extended as if asking for something, they clung to one another and flinched away from her. She wiggled her fingers in an impatient gesture, the band members staring at her in bewilderment. She groaned loudly before throwing her other hand out in a dramatic gesture. “The mic, you imbecile!” Only then did the singer of the band realize he was still holding onto the mic and he unceremoniously threw it at her feet. An ear splitting screech came from the speakers as the mic protested its mistreatment and Eris looked down at. She looked back at the band members who flinched and ducked behind the drums. She groaned before snatching the mic up and turning around to face the scene before her.

The police had left their cars by then and were forming a long line in front of the brawling crowd with riot shields. The crowd had yet to notice as they violently struck each other but Eris quickly changed that as she put the mic to her lips. “Well, well, well! If it isn't the pigs of the city! Swine of Liberty! Look at them! With their shields and weapons!” The police shifted nervously as the crowd slowly started to turn their eyes on the protective line. “How many of us were taken too soon by THEIR HANDS!” Eris bellowed. “How many of us called for help! ONLY TO BE IGNORED!” The crowd practically vibrated like wolves on leashes, waiting to be unleashed. “They sit in their throne of power, looking down on us! We'll, I think it's time we look down on them!” Eris could feel the tension in the air like a thin strand of string pulled too tight. She smiled as she brought down the snapping of that strand. “Get ‘em.” Her words were low and dripped with venom. The crowd roiled and pushed forward in a loud cry. Humans bodies slammed into the line of protection, some parts holding well while others crumbled under the weight of enraged concert goers. Those whose shields fell to the side were ripped into the crowd and left to fight for their lives admist the chaos.

Eris reached out with her powers to grab a hold of the fear and anger in those brawling police and pulled, hard. Before long, those men and women were not fighting to survive but more fighting to take down as many as they could before they, themselves, were taken down. Practiced and perfected fighting skills lost to the emotions. Weapons forgotten in the chaos. Soon, those police officers were attacking their own brothers in arms. All this while Eris stood upon the stage, watching happily.

The riot grew more intense as the protective line was slowly picked apart and Eris corrupted the officers that found themselves in the middle of the mess. Only a few officers remained, untainted by her tampering, their will far too strong for her to sway. They were like little lighthouses amongst the sea of chaos, struggling with everything they had not to lose themselves or their weapons to the crowd. Then the crack of a firearm sounded and Eris clasped her hands over her ears, the mic now pressed firmly against the side of her head, her concentration shattered. Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched one concert goer drop to the ground in a screaming heap. Then another shot rang out and Eris dropped into a crouch, keeping her ears covered. Another person dropped as more shots began to fill the air. Now Eris didn't have to pull on the emotions of the crowd to bring chaos. Panic ensued.

Screams rose from the crowd as gunshots continued to sound. People dropped to the ground in all directions. All the while, Eris watched from the stage. A vicious grin was planted on her face as the sight of it all. She hadn't intended for it to get this out of hand but she couldn't have wished for a better outcome. She wasn't sure who fired the first shot but, at that point, shots were being fired from multiple different sources. Citizens and police alike were being hit and now people were either fighting to get a hold of the weapons or trying to run for their lives but panicked people all running into each other over and over again do not make for quick escapes. And she had a front row seat to it all.

She monkey crawled to the edge of the stage before taking a seat on it. She tucked her hands into her lap, the mic banging against her thighs in the process, and slowly kicked her feet like a small school girl waiting for her ice cream cone. The smile never once leaving her face.

[Eviledd1984]

@BunniesOfDoom

Abigail “Abby” Blavatsky

Abby could feel the angry emotions of the crowd, which were quite overstimulating. She wanted a better shot of the perpetrator, but getting through the crowd would be an issue. She did her best to take as many pictures of the crowd and the perpetrator as possible. Deciding to get closer, she pushed through, using her powers to help with crowd control. Either pushing people out of the way or in the way of incoming attacks, she tried her best not to give in to the crowd's emotions.

”Scheiße, get the hell out of my way.” Abby was worried that her true identity would be exposed if she used her powers extensively. However, there was the real danger of being killed if she didn’t protect herself. She had to elbow and punch her way through the crowd. Feeling some relief as the police came in to try and control the crowd. But this relief turned to horror as they soon joined the frenzy. Using her powers to try to block the influence of the woman.

Abby stood inside the crowd briefly and then moved towards the girl standing onstage. She stared at her and felt somewhat in awe of her abilities. ”Fantastic.” She pulled out her camera to photograph the woman onstage. She wondered if this woman would be helpful in exacting revenge. But she seemed unpredictable which could bite her in the ass later. However, she felt this woman could be of use to her. Her mind wandered as she noticed a woman in a white dress wearing a featureless mask. She looked similar to the woman she saw in her dreams. Running towards her, the woman disappeared, leaving her standing by the guardrail. Silently, she looked up at the woman.

Concentrating on the woman while trying to ignore the gunshots being fired around her. Without moving her mouth, she started speaking. ”They are in pain…so much pain…pain. Can you feel their pain? It’s amazing…isn’t it? The madness…MADNESS is quite…breathtaking. But they are coming...coming. Let me help you escape...ESCAPE. We can help each other...other.” Her voice sounded like a whisper in Eris’ mind. To Eris not only did it sound like Abby speaking to her, but multiple people speaking to her.