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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Yeah alright, I know, okay? What you're thinking, i'm thinking it too! But I had a promise, nobody remembers it but i promised to do it okay!! Besides, it's just text.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Lost Haven

"War, war never changes..."

Watching from on high, gently floating through the air, David found himself winded, despite still being full of stamina. Several days had passed since Icon had... dispelled the alien mothership. They didn't talk much afterwards. But from what they had discussed, it sounded as if Icon lamented being forced to take so many lives, and David empathized with him. With his choice, and with the aftermath. It seemed like Radiance was dear to him, from what he said, from how he looked as he cradled her body, and it became painful to watch the two of them.

What would he be like if he lost Cecilia, or his daughter Madison? When he could, when nobody was watching, he rushed to their sides, to see that they were safe. It was greedy, full of selfish desire, to use all his world shattering power to satisfy his own worries, but he had to know that they had come through alive. He knew it was Terra Firma's duty to safeguard the land and the people, but all of that flew out the window that day for just a single moment. But now that was over, for the most part, and the looming threat of the mothership was gone. Now comes for what happens after. As a historian, David was used to studying and reading upon humanities worse and best moments, and when you look to the future, you must stop to observe the past.

Many times after wars end there are... accidents, no, more like atrocities. Of course he was stopping to aid others when he could, moving debris, clearing sites for helicopters to land, boats to dock to deliver supplies, moving injured and refugees, even providing temporary shelters. Genuine hero stuff. But then he'd have to stop.

The sound of alien blasters echoed out from several meters away, further into what used to be downtown Lost Haven, drawing his attention like an arrow. It was always like this, first gunfire, then the screaming, always screaming. The worst part of about being Terra Firma, avatar of the Earth, was just how 'in-tune' he was with the world, with all life. Thoughts and feelings started to overwhelm him some days and it was hard to tell which were his, and which were just nightmares.

Shooting through the sky he dropped to the ground, slamming onto the already damaged cement road, sending more dirt, and debris into the air. Rushing forward to the muzzle flash of the alien rifle, his hand whipped up and snatched the barrel, snapping it with a firm twist, and swiftly moved into lightly shoulder checking the man, sending him flying back into his friends.

That's right, a man, it was a human using fallen alien weaponry. A common sight now.

"Terra Firma! It's just us! We're human!"

"Watch out, watch out!"

"It's just our guns, look out!"

As the dirt settled they all got the chance to look at each other. The humans gathered around David, looking pleased, smiling even, like a silly mistake had just occurred. Something they'd all laugh about later, but David had been through this exact scene several times already. Always with a conflicted heart.

"We found some more of those filthy blues, we were just about to take'em out, wanna help?"

"We got'em pinned, we're just about to finish them off!"

Looking over to where they were shooting, he could see that there were indeed pinned down aliens, several alien bodies could just barely be seen behind fallen debris, inside a collapsed building, but they weren't returning fire. Of course, these men and women were right to hunt down the aliens that did this to their city, to their planet. But right now?

"Please stop! We don't want to fight anymore!"

"We're unarmed! We have injured!"

"We surrender!"

And the screaming continued, pained screaming from further behind them.

"What in the world are they saying?"

"Doesn't matter, death to blues."

"It's times like these, we humans should be supporting each other." David felt pained saying stuff like this, but he didn't know another way to say what he felt. So corny, so lame, but this... it needed to stop. "There's a red-cross tent set up that way, they need more hands. I'll take care of them." David gestured out and the 'militia' nodded their heads.

The worse part about being Terra Firma, is being in-tune with all life. At first he could only get impressions from the aliens, their foreign minds hadn't adapted to Earth all the way, or maybe it was the other way around, now though? After several days, he could hear them almost perfectly. A strange sensation to watch their lips move out of sync with their words, but their thoughts, feelings, intents, their meaning was never lost on him. It's not perfect, but it's more than enough now, too much even.

Watching the humans run away, hopefully to do something constructive, he turned around and stomped towards the aliens.

"Another earthling..."

"We should run!"

"Please, please..."

The alien was still screaming, in pain, fear, and stared up at David as he approached. Several of the aliens had actually tried to stop him, one tried to hold him up with a handgun of some kind. But he was too strong from them, so far above their league, he'd gone toe-to-toe with their aircraft after all.

"Please...help me.." The alien before him begged, his armor was cracked in several places, and his faceplate had fallen to tatters. Behind it, inside the armor, he could see a crying, bleeding man. This alien was trapped beneath some fallen rubble, his leg was pinned by what used to be a second floor staircase. Perhaps they'd been trying to hide here until they were found out? All through out history, there are many counts of soldiers simply 'following orders' while their higher ups got away harmlessly, in many cases they simply escaped. In this case, it was probably safe to say their boss was punished. But what of the soldiers, those who had pulled the trigger, committed the atrocities? What if they had a choice?

"I will help you. But I want a favor in return. I want help too."

If they wanted to live, then they were going to work off their sins.

Briefly, David wondered where the other heroes were, where the other Guardians had gone to. Hopefully Icon was taking it easy, he'd been through a lot lately, the guy deserved a good nap. Hell, Iron Knight too, the both of them knew Radiance longer than he did, it was only right for them to grieve, sleep it off even. He had vaguely remembered starting this whole thing with them, probably began the day with them, a little team meeting to check up on each other's status.

Had they gone off ahead of him, would they ever see each other again? Maybe it was he who would gone off without them? There was so much to do nowadays.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Hey folks, 1- His own sweat is his Kryptonite

@thatguy

Heya, I'd like to talk about this. So like, does he have pads under his arms to help him fight? Or will he just die after fighting for a couple minutes? Just curious.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Bump! @Alternax

@DearTrickster

:^)

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

On the anniversary of D-Day

Eh, if you say so boss

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

G R E E N L A N T E R N

Intermission: A Day Between Days

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Another busy day at the police station. Ever since Superman disappeared the lower ends of society started poking their heads up, getting too bold for their own good, just not good enough to outdo the police. But every now and then, the juiced up freaks show up and make trouble.

Detective Williams, a middle-aged officer, took a deep sip of his lukewarm coffee, continuing to tap away at keys on his keyboard. Other officers around him were complaining about this or that, and there was always something to talk about when it came to those metas, whether they thought they were doing good or not.

Which led to his current objective, finding out more about this new Green Lantern. He never called himself that, but his outfit was exactly the same as the first one, except the first one never seemed to have some sort of apprentice, and if he was family then he'd have to unmask the first Lantern. A job he considered a little out of his pay-grade.

"Property damage out the butt..."

Williams muttered under his breath as he went over the crime scene reports, things he and other members of his precinct wrote up. In the fight, apparently the rookie hero ended up tearing down some walls, nothing compared to the fire, a lot of room for improvement though. Even ended up getting his rear knocked through a window.

The fire freak ended up getting sent to one of those super labs that used to help Superman, but Green Lantern ended up disappearing, nobody ever saw a green man flying out. So that means he must have changed inside. Looking through the incoming visitors and patients list for the day led him to give a deep sigh.

'Young, blonde, male'

It didn't look good. But maybe this guy was as well-meaning as he seemed.

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Scott's first sight over the city was just as spectacular as he'd dreamt. It was like an ocean in it's own right, glistening windows, clouds flowing past like sea foam swishing around in the sky. Willing himself to go faster, he whistled up, over, and under highway bridges-narrowly breezing past support structures and cars as he raced through the air. Scott traced multiple spiraling paths into the air as he blew through the city. A grin stretched over his face as he rose higher into the air again, spreading his arms out like wings, joining the birds up on high.

He thought he might keep floating up until the world grew small enough to fit in his palm, except he was much too scared to go that high, for now. Eventually he rose high enough to see the curve of the horizon, the edge of the continent, with clouds sweeping around him. Then the surface gradually began to grow, the once mottled surface resolving into vast fields, farms set on the farthest parts of the country. Cities became visible again, roads linking behind buildings, sights and storefronts raced past his vision in bright neon blurs.

Practicing flying had been a bit troublesome at first, if men were supposed to fly they'd have wings right? Scott had trouble rising, hovering, moving-he'd even tried flapping his wings, much to his embarrassment. After having flown through the sky for what felt like hours, he felt that it was obviously worth it, even if he had fallen on his butt dozens of times. Mr. Starheart mentioned having previous partners, and Scott wondered if any of them felt like this.

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

<Snipped quote by Retired>

Its been quiet in the OOC.

@Bounce

I mean, i wanted to make a joke about how Retired has finally retired...

sshh

Anyways, I finally put a rough draft of what i want to do with my guy. So hopefully my writing will look a bit better.

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

Oohh nice, a batdad and robin post eh? Nice.

some point in the near future

@Simple Unicycle

The question on our minds, when is that post comin

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

G R E E N L A N T E R N

Shout my name! (Part 5)

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Walking up to his apartment, Scott suddenly remembered how messy it was before his 'accident'. The key turned, a click from inside let him know it was unlocked, along with the ease of which it turned, yet he hesitated. Fear, unease, these were the emotions that had put a stop to his stride.

"Is it your arm?" A woman from behind him asked. Scott had been released from the hospital after some further poking and prodding from the doctors, but otherwise was cleared; he didn't even need a cast, and was only prescribed a light amount of painkillers. Neat! Except his family had been called during the weeks he was unconscious, and the one who had come to look over him is his sister, Alexis Mason.

Scott liked living alone because that meant he could live how he wanted. As an artist he had several materials laying out in the open, purely for anatomical reference of course, but anybody else might misunderstand. Then there were materials you just didn't misunderstand.

"N-no, it's nothing." He muttered glumly. A cold sweat began to make its way down his back. Upon entering, he noted with some alarm that his apartment had been decluttered. However, to his eyes it was now messier than ever. His stencil kit, coloring tools, graphite tips, and most of everything had been moved. This was going to take awhile to fix.

Alexis cleared her throat, making sure she had Scott's attention, then continued. "Normally, hospitals call family and next of kin. Since you don't have any 'nexts', Mom and Dad got the call, then me."

Scott slowly turned with a gulp, his spirit had been caught in his throat, and he could send no reply.

"Doctors said they wanted me to make sure you didn't fall apart after leaving the hospital." She closed the door, then locked it behind her.

"And?" Scott didn't like where this was going.

"And, since Mom and Dad can't make it, I flew over." Alexis gestured to herself needlessly, and continued to talk while pacing about. "And, considering my own circumstances, I was thinking about moving anyways."

"So, hurry and move.. on.." Scott smiled a wide, obviously insincere smile, and motioned to the door.

"Well, you know, starting your own clinic. Property values, clientele location, medicine rights, not to mention having to manage your own living expenses. It adds up!" Alexis then turned towards him with an equally fake smile, it was full of flowery cuteness that brought their parents low every time, not to mention the poor boys back in school. "Come on, help your big sis!"

Not one part of it sounded like a question, she had already planned to stay. At any rate she was family. Could he really say no? As if she could visibly see his willpower decrease, she switched her smile out. "Thank you!"

Scott sighed as he collapsed into a chair, without a fight, he had been utterly defeated.

'Damn that woman, she's so used to getting what she wants from Dad and Mom!' Scott shouted inside his mind.

"I'll be back okay, stay safe!" Alexis cheerfully said. Just as quickly as she had beaten Scott, she left, leaving him alone in his suddenly spacious apartment. Well, not quite alone. He still had some things he needed to ask. With some reluctance, he brought his fist closer to his face, an awkward pose to be sure, but important.

"Starheart, was it? Now that we have some time, tell me more about 'us'?"

"... Scott Mason, thou art my partner. Thou need only thine will-" The Starheart started to respond, before it was abruptly interrupted.

"Hey, shut, we did that already. Skip to telling me what you are."

"Then I shall reintroduce myself. I am the Starheart. I speak, work, and empower thou through this medium of thine choice. A ring. I am a gathering of unfathomable, cosmic, energy from the furthest reaches of the cosmos. My kind live in a nebula, ordinarily merely watching the universe around us. Due to reasons outside of my control I have been living on Earth." Starheart said calmly, as if merely reading a textbook description.

Scott nodded with wide eyes, clearly impressed. "Ah, only through the ring? So you're not actually inside me, no chest bursting?"

"No, although I am lending my power to slowly heal thine body, I am not physically inside thou." The Starheart continued on while Scott began to examine the ring closely. "Unless thou were to swallow the ring, then I shall be."

"Don't worry about that." Scott insisted, making a gesture of waving it off with his other hand. "Alright, next question, how old are you?" He asked earnestly, looking directly into the 'lantern' emblem in his ring, as if making eye-contact.

"Is that important?" The Starheart seemed to be at least a little surprised.

"It is, since we'll be working together from now on." Scott nodded eagerly. After a moment of consideration the Starheart continued on.

"Hmm. I spent around three thousand years in space. I landed on Earth around two thousand years ago."

"Whoa, you're totally older than me! Mister Starheart, you must have tons of fighting advice!"

"I.. would not say that."

"Oh, super humble! Also, isn't this a little, conspicuous?" Scott gestured to his ring finger with his other hand. Even though he said that, he also felt a tiny ring was innocuous, maybe he could just wing it?

"Indeed? Thou could choose to hide it."

Scott pondered it for a moment, spending the next minute silently tapping his finger on his chin. "Hiding, that's right, I have to change that getup. Now then, where are my pencils..." For Scott, the path of hero was only just starting. Right now, his top concern was making a new age costume. Whatever he had put on earlier would have to stay in the past.

One Universe: Unlimited - A Marvel/DC Comics Roleplay

Yeah these latveria guys sound rough, sure sounds like a job for superman.... uh... superboy?