Athinar

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Nonstop metahuman parties.

@NeutralNexus

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

@NeutralNexus I shudder to think what happens on Fridays.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Sherlock has a certain... opinion about Director Anderson. Just sayin'.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Angel barely noticed the two drones, at first, due to the haze of pain that had settled over his mind. Continuing to try and overload the generator, he only realized that there were attackers until several darts clattered into the concrete beside him, each missing. It seemed that he had deflected them subconsciously. However, as soon as he put his mind to it, several tranquilizer darts pegged him in the shoulder, neck, and thigh. He was too out of it, mentally and physically, to actually fight a duo of drones, and overload a generator.

As he dropped to the pavement, the drones stood over him, watching him carefully. Then, what appeared to be a robot suit dropped out of the air, revealing the face of the young woman underneath.

"Do not be afraid. You are badly injured and require medical attention. I will make sure you receive the best."

@Marra Mistborn

Growling deliriously, Angel reached out with his power, and tried to make the lady's suit spaz out. "Screw.... off." However, what happened next surprised him the most, out of this whole bizarre situation. The woman's face twitched, involuntarily, and contorted into an inhuman mask. Eyes rolling back in his head, he muttered, "What... the hell...." Passing out completely, Angel was completely at the woman's mercy.

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When Sherlock saw the drones fly overhead, he knew that he was going to be trapped soon, if he didn't move. Continuing to fire off his jump jets while running, he ground to a halt as he saw a barrier, which seemed to be made of pure energy. Calculating wildly, he determined that the 'Merlin' shields would be sufficient to be able to pass through, when, out of nowhere, a pillar of energy flashed down from the sky. While the Merlin shield was enough to prevent any system damage, the energy pillar possessed strange qualities, and overloaded most of the motor and weapons functions of the mech, although Sherlock was still able to manipulate the arms, below the elbows. The Intelligence decided that he would have a bit of fun with this particular situation, and before Archangel could take hold of the mech, he made the arms move into the position of giving the drones the 'bird', aka, flipping them off. Before he exited the system, though, he completely deleted any coding pathways to the hands and elbow joint, disallowing any attempt to move them through the system itself. The only way they would be moved would be by physically forcing the joints to move, which risked damaging the mech's hands.

Recognizing the mercy of the hacker, Sherlock took the pathway out, but not before sending a message to every single system with coding inside the mech.
< Director Anderson is a massive douche with a stick up his pompous ass. - Love, Sherlock. > Racing away through the internet, Sherlock got as far away from Archangel as possible, physically and on the global network. Transferring from machine to machine to machine, network IP to network IP, eventually reaching a secure server in China, where Angel had remotely set up a 'safe house', if the two had ever had to flee the country. Sherlock left a trail a mile wide, but he didn't care. He had to find a way to save Angel.

Unpacking their home server's data from within his memory, he unburdened his consciousness, allowing himself to think faster. One thing was for sure, it was good that he didn't allow that Archangel chick to nab their data. First on his list, S.T.R.I.K.E. The organization would be the most likely place where Archangel would send Angel, possibly in one of their local holding facilities. Working quickly, Sherlock devoted all his processing capability to gathering intel to help Angel escape, using a proxy program to infiltrate S.T.R.I.K.E's server. Luckily, Sherlock was originally a S.T.R.I.K.E Intelligence, so his proxy program, by all accounts, was native to the server, hidden to all but the most thorough searches, even by Archangel.

Cracking his digital knuckles, Sherlock thought, Time to get to work.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Soooo, the War-Pulse / Equilibrium fight happened on Monday, and the very next day Archangel captured him. Wow. A lot happens in three days in Lost Haven.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

<Snipped quote by Athinar>

Yeah, in most places it would be a big deal. In Lost Haven, it's Tuesday

@nitemare shape

Is it actually Tuesday in Lost Haven?

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

I like how the superpowered people are fighting, and we're just like:

...

Sup.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Hmmm. It seems Sherlock is running around Ares' territory with a massive speaker..

@FacePunch

Should he drop some sick beats from his massive ghetto mech?

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Post up!

NOTE: Any hostility on the part of my characters is in no way reflected by me. I know Angel can get a bit.... hostile, in certain situations.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

It doesn't matter how many there are, it doesn't matter how powerful they are, it doesn't even matter who they are. Just. Never. Surrender. The memory rose unbidden, of a fight between the street gang Angel was in as a child, and a rival gang. Angel's gang received bruises, broken bones, and bad cuts. One of their number even died that night, from internal bleeding. However, they won, even with the other gang's greater numbers, because they never. Stopped. Fighting.

Even though the noise would have made it difficult for a normal human to keep on fighting, Angel had his headphones over his ears, which blocked out most of the psychic dampener, but even so, some white noise bled through, which might become annoying after a while. Then, the arms holding him up dropped him, causing him to hurtle to the floor. Reflexively forcing five other arms to form a sort of platform that he stood upon, at the same height as before. Moving the three arms that had dropped him, he wrapped them around the length of the platform of machinery, forcing them to entangle themselves, preventing any other attempt at moving them. Taking control of the ten mechanical arms that remained, even after the hostile hacker had forced them to destroy his ceiling-mounted Hellbeast laser, he tasked five with tearing at the wall behind him, and the other five with shielding his body. Looking at the monitor with a strange symbol on it, Angel grimaced. I'm not a terrorist, but try telling HER that. I am to blame for the deaths, but what I'm doing is more important than three people! Shaking his head, Angel knew that there was no convincing the hacker that he had good intentions, so he gave up trying.

As soon as the mechanical arms had finished ripping through the concrete wall, Angel formed the arms into a bridge, one that reached from the platform to the hole. However, as he ran across, the arms broke apart, and tried to grab at him, attempting to restrain him. Taking control of one arm, he flung himself through the hole, landing on the asphalt. Unfortunately, he landed wrong, and broke his arm. Crying out in pain, Angel forced himself to his feet, and looked back at the factory, vision rimmed with black. There were two robots hovering over the building. What the hell? Growling, Angel reached out to the thorium reactor. If the bitch wanted to do this, then they'd fucking do this!

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Sherlock was at the apoapsis of the arc of flight that the jump jets provided, when a massive wave of missiles came out of nowhere, and although most of their targeting was thrown off by the ECM unit, one single missile slammed into the ATD's back, disrupting the arc, and forcing it to fly directly into the ground. Slamming into the concrete of the abandoned highway, forming a crater, the mech stood up, and began working on rebooting the disoriented Pegasus Jump Jet systems. The metal of the back armor plate would be fine, just some carbon scoring, minor denting, nothing truly serious.

Pretending to brush dust off of the shoulders of the suit, Sherlock knew that it would take 2 minutes to restart the thruster's systems. Sending a subroutine to perform the task, he spoke to the robots, electronic voice booming out of the suit's speakers, clearly inhuman, albeit attempting to appear as such. (Think Jarvis from Iron Man) "Wouldn't you say that effing missiles would count as a form of harm? Just throwing that out there, food for thought." Sherlock listened to the offer, and then considered it. This woman seemed to be true to her word, and did as she promised. However, he did have the directive from Angel to get away, and prevent the mysterious enemy, who seemed to have great intentions, even if she couldn't knock on the door like a normal person. "Actually, I've worked with S.T.R.I.K.E before. And while I do trust that you do mean what you say, I think that you are somewhat incompetent with handling a situation, so I must decline."

A small notification dinged in the cockpit of the ATD suit, signifying the successful reboot of a certain propulsion system. "I'm afraid I must take my leave, now. Pleasure meeting you!" Turning around, Sherlock took off running down the highway, using the jump jets in controlled bursts to increase his speed up to 194 MPH, zooming down the highway, and reaching the bridge, which led into Lost Haven. Maybe that Icon guy, or someone else would help him. He didn't know. So he asked, turning up the speaker systems up to 130 db., and ran through the streets of Little Sicily, shouting, "Hello, Lost Haven! I was wondering if there would be anyone out there willing to help me not get captured by a crazy (albeit polite) hacker and her robots! Thank you! Goodbye! He didn't know who it would draw out, but hopefully one of the city's more... heroic individuals would come help him.

Sherlock was too distracted to notice that the streets that he was following led to Sherman Square, where, unbeknownst to the A.I., a battle was taking place.