An Outsider

VIGILANCE: Memento Mori

"AAAAAA-CHOOO!"

"Damn man, I'm trying to watch this. Can't you die in peace?"

"Sorry Nicky. Forgetting my health plays second fiddle to that weird-ass video."

"GODDAMN RED! I missed the end there cause'a your yammering! Whadda he say? Sounded like mental Mary. Couldn't have been mental Mary. . . . Could it? D' you know any mental Mary's, Red?"

"Toronto has a population of over two and a half million people. No, I'm fairly confident that I don't know the mental Mary you think he was talking about, almost as confident as I am that he didn't say mental Mary in the first place."

"Well then what did he say?"

"Hell if I know. I was too busy dying all unpeaceful like at the time to be paying much attention."

"Man, I don't know why I put up with you. Everything I've done for you, Get you a good job, and this is the thanks I get. Shoulda left your ass to die back in Iraq."

"Life woulda got boring for you. Better I'm here. Keep you on your toes."

"Uh-huh."

The two men lapsed into an easy silence then, Nicky perusing the menus laid out in front of them while Red gazed out the windows, looking at everything and nothing, just watching the world roll by. Funny how he did that more and more the older he got, like the less years he had left the more inclined he was to waste them. They were sitting in a diner booth, part of the morning crowd in the Stackhouse, and despite Nicky's earlier complaints thoughts of mysterious warnings and foggy premonitions was really the furthest thing from the two men's minds. Breakfast first, then they could worry about the world ending. That was their rule. Had been ever since they'd served in the 1st recon together.

Red was really more concerned about his failing health than anything else. His cold had been getting worse, and earlier this morning he had woken up with one special-hell of a headache. It had receded since, but the memory of it still made him wince. He'd never been sick before, always reckoned his hype-power kept him hale and healthy. Couldn't say he was all that fond of the feeling now. He just hoped it wasn't this new virus he kept seeing reports about. Nasty bit of business that, not something he wanted any part of. Especially not since his daughter Lisa was supposed to come up visiting at the end of the month. Not exactly father of the year material that, is it, giving your only child the flu.

Nah, he kept telling himself, its nothing. Nothing but age. The years are weighing down on you Red, even you couldn't have fought them off forever.

"What you planning Red?" Said Nicky, rousing Red from his worries. He'd almost forgotten where he was.

"Huh?"

"To eat! Planning to eat, fat head. Damn son, where are you this morning?"

"Not sure. Maybe just wishing I was anywhere with better company than you. Berlin 1945 maybe. Red has an entire arsenal of such cutting remarks for situations like this. Unfortunately the company he usually keeps requires it.

"Oh ha-ha. So what's it gonna be, huh? On me, since you got the round last night."

"Guess I'll just have the wheat toast and oats. Do they do oats? If not I'll have a fruit salad" Nicky's face fell in outrage. Red prepared himself for the fallout.

"Wheat toast! Oats! A Goddamn fruit salad!? What the hell's wrong with you, you finally gone off the deep end? That's no breakfast! That's the pigging side order to a menopause! You used to be a warrior, man! I'm getting you bacon!"

"No Nicky, just get me the toast." Red was trying for firm and resolute here, but Nicky wasn't taking him on. Once Nicky set his heart on something it was a damn near herculean task to dissuade him. Red just didn't feel up to the task this morning. He blamed his health and his age for that.

Old and sick, he couldn't say he was a big fan of either.

"You're obviously delirious from malnutrition. Good thing I found out as early as I did. Imagine the damage you could have done yourself if I hadn't found out at this early stage! Especially at your age! But if you must insist then I'll get a second opinion." Nicky turned from the conversation then and caught the eye of the serving girl. She was tall for a women, probably in her mid twenties, and gave off a very strong 'Don't fuck with me, or it wont end well for you vibe'. She really didn't seem like she should have been working in a place like this. Nicky waved her over.

"Miss, miss. Would you mind giving us a second opinion?"

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@Altered Tundra

Depends how you play it I would say. What are the specifics of the characters powers?

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@Mr Allen J Hey Allen, have you got a name in mind for the diner that June is working in? Thinking about having Red as one of her early morning customers, if your agreeable to that?

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

Yep I can say that works, gotta be careful some girls might find the look cute or sexy lol.

You get my PM? just hashing out the idea, if it don;t work out I can make slight changes to what the brief bio will be like. it's the only thing left to do.

@Damo021

Yeah, got your PM. Replied.

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

Alrighty, a quick conclusion to the training session there. Also laying the IC groundwork for why the team roster will be trimmed. Leave you all a night or too to maybe get a reaction post in before I update again, setting us off on our next mission.

And can I take this opportunity to mention that I've made Dragonbud co-GM. If you ever have any questions or concerns about the RP and I'm not available then please don't hesitate to contact DB.

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

Adam's shield may have been opaque, but an energy construct can do little to block out the explosive sound of Twilight's flash-bangs. He was fully discombobulated by the explosions, and would be hearing a ringing in his ears for days.

Twilight's aggressive energy usage was starting to tell on her when the wall she erected to protect Madcap from Thorn's blazing projectiles failed to prove equal to the task. The light-barrier shattered under impact, the barbs continuing on to pepper the mad clown. Madcap's face registered her shock for a moment, before she fell to her knees. The mix of noxious toxins worked their magic, and the clown was sprawled on the floor unconscious before she could say 'milkshake'. She took Thorn for a pushover, because being suckered in by his less aggressive stance and attitude. Like an insect stumbling into a venus fly trap. A mistake here, a potential fatality on the field.

Thorn's next move was very nearly the end of the battle, if not for Quantum’s quick, though overzealous, thinking. The entire team, and everything else not nailed down, were thrown towards the walls. The bizarre nature of Fenrir's Nth metal armour allowed him some sway with his own disagreement with the bizarre new gravitational status quo, though it still took some effort for him to keep his feet. Even as he struggled to keep his balance he couldn't help but feel some admiration for Marcus' power. When he puts aside that chip on his shoulder Quantum is a tremendous asset. If he could learn responsibility he has the potential to become the most powerful member on this team.

Warpath screamed his orders, a frantic edge to his commands. Perhaps he could see his victory slipping out of reach, a galling fact for the arrogant super-soldier, especially in the face of his equally arrogant rival, Twilight.

"Poltergeist! Hit him with a telekinetic attack and make it as powerful as possible! Stalwart use your powers and ram into him head on, and step on it! Remember to retrieve the flag!"

Stalwart got to work immediately, his face contorting in concentration as he attempted to pervert his personal gravity. Poltergeist followed suit, nodding the his team leader before shifting his attention to Quantum. A subtle glow began to suffuse his gaze.

Warpath's energy reserves were lower than he suspected. His blast had hardly half the destructive power he had hoped. The energy attack cannoned into the ground at Quantum's feet, but apart from scorching the floor and shaking the ex-Ranger's footing there was very little achieved by the action. Juno and Adam had both been reckless with their power usage early in the fight, their attempts to dominate each other in the opening moments undermining their performances now. They've both trained their entire lives as leaders and tacticians, yet neither knows the value of keeping a reserve.

Fenrir's attention was grabbed by Stalwart. The big man had failed to break through Quantum's gravitational field, even after lowering his own. No amount of effort on his part made any jot of difference, the towering hero beginning to flail ineffectually.

“No, no, no, no, NO, NOO, NOOOOO!” He wailed. Fenrir turned his nose up in disgust at the the spectacle. He had expected more from Stalwart, but it seemed he was no more than a whiney child when things weren't going his way. That's the thing about having power as great as that, the second its gone the feeling of not having it anymore would be overwhelming. The sensation of being as normal and as frail as anyone else would be alien and terrifying territory.

Poltergeist proved a far more canny operator though. Instead of attempting to lift and throw any more projectiles, which would have also been subject to the bizarre new gravitational pull, he instead opted to charge up a massive force of telekinetic energy. The air immediately in front of Jamyi began to shimmer, as if in a heat haze.

Call it experience. Call it animal intuition. Call it divine providence. Whatever it was, Fenrir got the feeling that what was to come next wouldn't end well. Something in Poltergeist's stance, the hunch in his shoulders or the glint in his eyes.

"Jamyi. STAND DOWN!" He ordered. Whether the telekinetic didn't hear him or just ignored him he couldn't be sure. What he did know was a moment later Poltergeist threw his body forward, arms gesturing madly towards Quantum. There was a slight *foosh* noise, like you would imagine a distant missile making as it takes off, and a great horizontal arc of near imperceptible energy began to crash towards Marcus.

Fenrir took off with a grunt, pushing himself forwards with all his might. His Nth metal armour may have allowed him to still move, but it was a unforgiving trial. Each step was an agony, his bones feeling like they were ready to twist through his flesh, his skin seemingly deciding it was several sizes to small for his body. So this is what it feels like to break the fundemental laws of the universe, and to have those very laws try to break you in return. Hrrrmm. Granny proved more adept at torture.

The Wolfman proved faster than Poltergeist's attack, if only by the slimmest of margins. Without pausing he bore Quantum to the floor, the telekinetic wave passing overhead. For a moment there was a sensation of great weight above them, like standing in an underpass as a train rumbles overhead, but it was over in a heartbeat. The wave continued on unopposed, crashing through the scaffolding rig. The bars and poles crumbled under the energy, some seeming to explode into fragments. Finally the wave seemed to slow, before dissipating enitrely. It was obvious the damage that sort of power would have inflicted upon the human body would have been fatal.

Fenrir's expression was thunderous as he pushed himself back to his feet. Almost casually he grabbed the flag that Twilight was still trying to pull towards herself, breaking her tendril of power as if it was an aging rubber band.

"Quantum. Drop the gravity field," He hissed through clenched teeth. As soon as the ex-ranger complied Fenrir commanded Poltergeist and Stalwart Defender to report to the meeting room, to await him there. Both made their way out of the training room.

"Training session is now terminated." He announced while crossing towards Madcap. And it wasn't nearly as fun as I had hoped. Another live and learn moment for the feral meta. "There are no winners today." He bundled Madcap up in his arms before making for the exit himself.

"Thorn, please accompany me to the medbay. Need a cure for Madcap's condition. The rest of you have the day off. Twilight, Warpath, we'll speak about this later." His tone indicated that it would not be a warm discussion.

Young Justice 2022: League of Their Own

Just waiting on @SugarRush and @CrimsonWarrior55 now.

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

you know I am reading through the IC and seeing how Fnerir got on so well before the first mission lol.

I picture him looking like a young Wolverine and then when he gets angry, he is like Lycan from underworld lol. correct me if I am so wrong

@Damo021

I picture him in my head looking a lil like Guy Martin





Just with a full beard rather than just sideburns.

When he's gone all werewolf I picture him more lean than those in underworld, with a more obviously canine face.

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@Natorix785

One of the few times I'm certain about the classification!

It's a Saturn.

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@Lord Wraith @Insatiable

Sheet looks good Insatiable. Add it to the accepted characters list.

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