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Stark Crusader - Central Park - Police Safety Line.




Stark leaned on the charred, smoking wreckage of a vehicle he'd been using to ferry civilians out of Central park, his chin resting on top of his folded hands. His hangover had returned to cash in on his debts from the night before, and Stark fought a great battle with his own stomach to keep down his breakfast, grimacing the whole while.

"Why the frown little clown?" Spoke Boost with a mock motherly tone, saddling up beside his friend. James pulled his head to the side and shot his mate a look that showed how not amused he was, resting his head comfortably back on his arms.

"So, ain't gonna give the other epics a hand?" Boost inquired, gingerly touching a section of scorched metal, taking after James and resting his head atop his arms only after verifying that it wasn't hot. Stark had quite the tolerance for temperatures that boost did not, when undressed.

"Well she looks like she could use two." Began James with a smirk, nodding at the female epic over by the others. Boost closed his eyes and tried his hardest not laugh, fighting back a grin as he turned to his friend. "Woooowww..." Boost chided, but shortly lost face and chuckled.

"So no, they look like they've got it handled, and I'd rather not stay around and get roped into helping clean this place up, PR can suck my dick." James finished, pushing off from the wreckage and giving his arms a nice stretch out above his head, Boost knew he was merely showboating for the press who had arrived on the scene and promptly decided to throw his friends shirt that he had carried from the diner in his face. Starks head bobbed back with the hit, more from the surprise of it then the actual force, and he caught it with a free hand as it slid from his face.

"Cheers." James muttered giving Boost an unimpressed look, flipping him a quick middle finger and donning the shirt over his head. James was glad to have him back around in Epic city again. "Lets head back to mine and chill after we get through them." James said gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb at the paparazzi that had begun to swarm the police lines, wiping the soot and dirt from his face with the back of his hand, he raised an eyebrow questioningly at Boost.

"Looking good mate." Boost grinned. "And me?"

"Beautiful as always baby." Shot back James with a cheeky wink. The two laughed momentarily before composing themselves and turning toward the press, the question grind began and both Stark and a rusty Boost went through the motions, working their way free from the small crowd.

Break Starks heart? Or break Starks body? Roll the dice! ;.;
I'm willing to throw down Stark, always got Boost I can draft up a CS for and jump ship to.
@Regitnui
James and boost sat opposite one another in the Loeb boathouse in a booth of their own, each cradling a glass of water without saying a word, Boost seemed to be humming some soothing melody for himself as he gently swayed along to its rhythm, both wore shades to hide their tired bloodshot eyes. Boosts humming grew louder, and he started to stamp his feet a little as a server popped into view, picking up in enthusiasm as he drew closer, the enthusiasm waned however as the server walked by them to another table. Swiftly he returned to his gentle sounds and movement, picking up with gusto moments later when another server came from the kitchen, bearing two bacon burgers dripping with grease. At this point Boost was in full swing stomping his feet and vocalizing loud and clear a steady rhythm of "Dahdum Dahdum Dahdum..."
James grinned over his glass, taking a quick sip before joining in with his own voice but keeping the movements to a minimum as movements strained his headache, they picked up in speed as the server closed in, placing the meals at their table, they stared her down with eyebrows held high to give a look of wildness.

"Enjoy your meal." Was the quiet and rushed reply from the server, a mixed look of annoyance, confusion and a little bit of amusement painted across her face. She fled quickly with the tray, glancing back briefly only to see the two had now turned to one another chanting ever louder as they locked eyes, each picking up a burger between their hands with a fervent movement, before tearing into them violently with their teeth. Like starved dogs they took their first bites, James dropping the burger to his plate and throwing his arms out to rest atop of his seat behind him, letting his head roll back with them as he savored his first taste, humming with satisfaction. Boost however didn't settle on his first bite, instead opting to go in for another one, and then another one, until his glasses were thrown from his head, his mouth was packed and a stray piece of onion hung from its corner. James swallowed his tasty morsel and rolled his head back down toward his friend, barking a laugh at his mad look, both of them chuckled as James shook his head at the scene.

"I doubt anyone who remembers this tradition works here anymore." James said with a grin.

"Uh knoh, uh knoh." Mumbled Boost through a mouthful of food, doing his best to get it down as he held up a hand to keep James from talking so he could continue. "But traditions must be upheld!" He replied with a finger pointed to the ceiling, finally managing his mouthful.

It was at this moment that all hell broke loose, a snapper had emerged from its usual residence underground, harassing civilians outside. A lot of people broke into a panic, epic and non-epic alike, new bloods rushed for the opportunity to prove themselves, civilians rushed for the nearest cover, Boost shot James a questioning look, to which James shook his head in reply.

"Let the new blood handle it. Just a snapper that's harmless unless some dingus aggravates it." James added with a shrug returning to his burger. His words came to bite him in the ass, as the snapper cut someone clean in half, getting pissed off at something. Good job mate, couldn't just do your job and evacuate. Wow, that was a bit heartless. James chewed on his last bite and stood with a guilty sigh, pulling his shirt over his head.

"Boost. Hit me." He stated simply, tossing the black tee on a seat behind him. His friend turned away from the sick display that had somewhat engrossed him, taking a moment to register what was asked, with a grin Boost shot to his feet rubbing his hands together. He began to rub them with increasing speed til a soft orange glow enveloped them, taking a moment to admire his work, Boost promptly set his hands upon Stark, his forearms jolting slightly as the light transferred from them and sunk into the flesh of his friend.

James pupils grew large, and he inhaled the fresh air like he had been deprived of it all his life, he felt good, he felt strong, he felt alive. Rolling his shoulders he walked out into the scene, surveying the situation, Dragon did battle with Blacklight, Stark grimaced at the thought, past experiences had taught him better about trying to get involved with those two. Instead he turned his gaze to the Snapper, the beast spewed forth a deadly deluge of flaming fun in every direction, a major threat to the civilians still fleeing the scene. Someone needs to goomba stomp that fucking thing.

"Good job kid!" He shouted to the one now struggling to hold the snapper aloft, commending his efforts thus far. "Now try to get that beasts mouth shut if you can!" He added as some parting advice as he moved on toward some trapped civilians, all cowering behind a car as fire rained down around them. He broke into a sprint, sidestepping what flames he could, biting into his cheek when tongues of flame leaped up to graze his naked sides. He slid behind the cover of the car, cramming up behind it with those he was going to save.

"With me!" He barked authoritatively, steadily flipping the car onto its side with both hands, he gave them a quick glance to make sure they were on the same wavelength, the few nervous nods were enough assurance for him. Getting a grip on the undercarriage of the vehicle, Stark began to lift, using the body of the car as a shield as he slowly walked the group to a safe location. Peering over the rim of his makeshift shield, Stark caught sight of another Epic attempting to aid Alto, giving a small shake of his head at her suggestion, yet grinning at the idea of it.

@RoflsMazoy@Banana

@Old Amsterdam
I don't want to say much, but getting more powerful is a point that will come up for everyone. But as you said, Phantom doesn't have much to work with, and even then finding his body would spell death for him.


But with powers linked to nudity, how does one get more naked to get stronger, do I have to make James open up and be emotionally naked/revealing where he goes around telling strangers his deepest darkest thoughts to power up? All the while being completely butt nekkid?


Last night was a riot, an amalgamation of bad decisions that culminated in Boost and James drunkenly butchering Billy Idols 'Rebel yell' at a karaoke bar, before unceremoniously being thrown out for refusing to leave the stage. The duo stumbled down the walkway, laughing and trying to catch their breath, turning around at different points to give ribald gestures to the bouncer that escorted them out, much to the great amusement of each other. The bouncer paid them no mind.

The two found themselves in an unfamiliar neighborhood, quiet by Manhattan standards, the city sounds almost distant with the moon lighting the path ahead of them.

"What did I tell ya?! We're just too talented for them to handle Jimmy my boy." Boost piped up, his arms spread wide in some grand gesture before he jumped up to seize James in a headlock, roughing up his hair with a fist before James pushed him away. Boost lost his equilibrium and fell over a fence into someones garden, bringing forth a great amount of laughter from his companion.

"Boost? BOOST?! You alright mate?" Giggled James after he clambered over the fence to check on his friend, hoisting him to his feet with a hand.

"Fuck me..." Muttered the shorter fellow in all seriousness, dusting himself off before meeting his friends eyes, a grin crept onto his face and the two broke out in laughter again. A light flickered on from within the house they were trespassing on.

"Oh shit." James muttered with a laugh, pushing Boost over again before jumping the fence and sprinting down the street, yelling like a mad banshee.

"Ya bastard." Was the quiet reply behind him, as the cool night wind blew through his hair and over his skin, he came to a stop around a corner his lungs burning as he slowed down, the sound of steps came up from behind as Boost caught up.

"You." His friend said pointing a finger into his rib. "Are going to be the death of me." He finished, giving James a smile and a punch in the arm to let him know there were no hard feelings. "Now lets get home."

They traveled together for awhile longer, before catching a cab, James was the first address they arrived at, the two departing with a brief handshake and some spoken farewells. James couldn't help smiling the whole elevator trip up to his floor, reminiscing on a night well spent, his internal dialogue groaning in memory of some of the more embarrassing aspects. He fumbled for his keys as he exited the lift, chuckling at one of his own drunken mumbles as he leaned on the door, unlocking it to let himself in. He made a quick mental effort to ensure he locked the door behind him before making a beeline for his bed, throwing himself onto its comfy surface and falling asleep.

The late morning sun slipped in through the blinds and pierced his eyelids forcing him awake, it took him some moments to fully realize his own consciousness, groaning in displeasure at the miserably bright beam that intruded upon his sacred darkness. His head was pounding, his stomach felt light, and all his limbs felt heavy and ungainly. Throwing a hand blindly onto the dresser beside him, James felt around and dragged away from its surface his phone, turning on his side, as he brought it up to his face to read it. Multiple ECPD alerts from last night littered the screen. "fuuuuuuck..." Was the tired groan as he dropped the phone on the bed and buried himself into his pillow. Fuck it, I'mma sleep.
So her stepfather bound her in chains of iron until she was an adult to force her to stop.




@Regitnui
I'm actually considering making Stark a freak over time, his body changing to the point where he physically looks like he's lost his skin and is just naked muscle, he gets mad gains though.
James placed his bowl in the sink with the rest of the dishes, deciding to wash them up later this evening when he got back home. With a content look he walked back into his room to change shirts, having stained his current one with a dollop of sauce, swiftly replacing it with a plain white tee as he balled up the soiled one and tossed it in the general direction of his clothes basket. What to do? That was the question that haunted him, as a celebrity epic, James was quite well off, the salary he received from the ECPD as a 'volunteer' covered basic living costs whilst the various other incomes, company sponsorship, ENTV guest appearances and even the occasional job in the private sector allowed him to live in excess. This in turn however freed up a lot of his time, not actually having a proper day job left gaps in ways to occupy himself, perhaps he'd just hit the gym again. James stretched out an arm behind his shoulder blade, the dull ache that ran up from his rib gave him the answer to that question. Pub? He quickly shook his head at the thought. Bad press, drinking this early in the day. He gave it some more thought to no avail, throwing on a pair of thongs before heading out the door, not quite sure where he was headed.

Spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch. He recited in his head, his hands instinctively imitating the catholic practice of making a sign of the cross while he mentally went through the check list, he didn't exactly possess spectacles, or a watch for that matter, but the tradition he had learned from his uncles demanded they be listed. He wondered how the old boys were doing, last he saw of them they had been doing shift work at a lumber mill somewhere in Oregon, as rough and hardworking as ever. Although not actually related to them, his uncles Kyle and Liam, two brothers who had befriended his mother upon her arrival in the country, had been his biggest role models growing up. They were both jokers, but held that 'work hard, drink hard' kind of mentality in their life, they looked after both him and his mum in their early days, helping them adjust to their new lifestyle, while helping keep a younger James out of the public eye, away from the gaze of malicious groups that may of harmed him for being what he was. They had kept in touch with his mother, gracing the two of them with the occasional visit after they moved to Epic city when James was sixteen, it had been a much needed reprieve with the uncles acting as mediators between a somewhat unruly teen James and a mother trying to maintain her authority as a parent. James visibly cringed at the memory of his younger self as he walked out of his apartment complex.

"James?" A familiar voice called out, James whipped around, his eyes resting on a short fellow with short black hair styled in a faux hawk. Green eyes full of mischief, shone out from behind a pair of round glasses, the fellow hid half a grin behind his hand as he scratched at the stubble on his cheek, awaiting his friends response.

"Mother-fucker." James said with a smile, the word sounding almost musical as he formed it, he held out his arms and embraced the other man in a brief hug, each of them giving the other a heavy pat on the back.

"Looks like I just caught ya, I've always been one lucky sonofabitch, down for some coffee?"

"God damn Boost, only if you're paying." James replied, earning him a chuckle and a certain hand gesture from his friend.

"Naturally." Boost said, shaking his head as the two walked side by side to an old haunt of theirs, Tanya's bakery. It was a popular joint when they were teens, serving some of the best and freshest pastries this side of the river.

The two of them shot the shit and caught up on each others activities from the past two years, James had been doing much the same, having just started his rise to fame when Boost had left the city to tour around the states. The two of them had debuted as a duo team in Epic city at the age of 18, scrapping with small time villains and taking on the local drug operation in their area. James had been a bit more conservative in his look back then, relying heavily on Boosts ability to carry them through the fights.

"You know, I still think I have tank top with the old insignia on it." James chimed in while they sipped at their drinks, the coffee was shit, but the crisp, buttery croissant more than made up for it, with James humming contently to himself as he took a bite.

"No shit! We'll have to dig it up at some point and hit the streets for old time sake. I can see it now, Boost and The Defender, back at it again."

A smile lit up James face as Boost performed the accompanying theatrics to his announcement.

"Boost and Stark crusader." James corrected, waggling a finger at his friend. "Public gave me the new name a year back. Didn't you read the emails I sent you?"

Boost shook his head apologetically, before giving a shrug. "You always were a boring fucker, so I gave 'em a skip." He replied with a grin. James tossed the remainder of his croissant in his direction.

"Oi! ya cheeky bastard!" Complained Boost, throwing James a look of incredulity.

"That's what you get ya prick." James said in a light hearted way, catching the butchered remains of his morning tea that Boost passed up from his lap. Cleaning up after themselves, James and Boost paid for their meal and went on their way, idly chatting between themselves as they walked downtown.
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