Blazion

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Why must you hurt me in these ways

Druid and King, defend my honor.

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Grim is now 6'3". Fuck all y'all short people.

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Oh boy, it was finally happening. All the fighting, the boom of his own mask, loud rap music - Grim was getting tinnitus.

Kind of weird that it didn’t actually sound like ringing. Yet as HotRod tried first saying something to the side - at Wraith? - and then yelling at Grim, all his words came out muffled, as though underwater. Threatening to slap him? Maybe Wraith? What a weird threat.

“Keep your eyes on me, bone boy. I’ll have you know the internet says I’m very protective of Wraith.” The shadows wrapped around Hotrod expanded upwards, wrapped around his bare - and weirdly thick - neck. The tendril began compressing against the sides to restrict blood flow to the brain, but - he wasn’t falling unconscious.

What the fuck was going on? Everything seemed off. Which was absolutely not a good thing to be experiencing in the middle of a fight!

Frustrated at the lack of falling unconscious, Grim made a low noise that rumbled through his mask as the shadows lifted HotRod high in the air, before slamming them down into the concrete.

“Come on, I just came from the rails and bought you an express ticket to SleepyTime Junction. You don’t want to miss your train!” He lifted HotRod again, going to slam him -

And then Grim’s vision distorted. It was almost like an old TV distorting as it tried to correct the picture, and for a moment the hero’s hand raised up to grasp his mask as though it were the problem. Then, his vision righted itself and-

“Wraith?” The shadowmancer hesitated, keeping the man suspended as he looked around. To the side, Kitsune had crashed into Mindraker and brought him to the ground, but he wasn’t even … part of the fight…? And HotRod behind Wraith was pinned to the ground?

Slowly the shadows lowered Wraith, bringing him closer to Grim. The latter took his glove off and reached out from below to pat at the hood and cloth mask, confirming their reality.

Abruptly Grim brought his hand back and replaced the glove, the shadows dropping off Wraith as though they had suddenly turned liquid, and disappearing at their feet.

“I am so sorry,” He rumbled, deep voice surprisingly soft. “I - you looked like HotRod. Because of Mindraker?” Grim tilted his head to look over again, raising his voice.

“Thanks, by the way, Fox!”

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Good posting! I'll fish up something before I go to work.

Very important question: How tall are your characters? I always ask this of people and I will not stop.

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[ New! ] Pinned: MidWest FurFest Announces Con's Move to Chicago Following Outbreak of "Furry" Heroes

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[ Mod ] Hiko

Oh no.

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Embrace the cringe. Love the cringe.

Good opening. I'll see if King posts and if not I'll get something up after sleep to continue the slap fight.

Wraith is the only one of us not based on an animal. Petition to forcefully change his persona to an animal or zookeeper.

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Excuse you Grim lives to read shitty OOC fics of himself.

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Actually yeah I like Hero Watc--

R/Superheroesrule34

@ThisIsFine

I take back everything. This RP is cursed and Fine is the jailer of the damned.

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If both me and Druid used the website forum format to talk about our characters, we should name the forum. :P Something super corny. Chicago Hero Guild or something.

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Location: Grim’s Mental Roadtrip

The offer of autographed memorabilia was being considered very seriously, if Mindraker’s thoughtful gaze was any indication. Grim slowly relaxed, fingers flexing as he considered the easiest way to go about this. Perhaps just a repeat of the solid punch that had Mutt doubling over earlier, try to take the man out in one hit-

A cry to his left dragged Grim’s gaze away from Mindraker, though his mask stayed facing the man even as his eyes moved. While he wasn’t looking, Shank had managed to swap the positions of himself and Kitsune, and was clutching her wrists in a bruising grip. A yelp then drew Grim’s eyes the opposite way, finding that Hotrod had actually managed to pin Wraith - the arguably insane man thrashing against the bone that held him down and bellowing.

The shadowmancer stayed still for a moment as he considered his options, finally settling back on Mindraker. The man hadn’t moved but gazed at Grim inquisitively, almost asking, ’What will you do now?’

He hadn’t attacked yet, so perhaps he was just an observer. Or waiting for his companions to fall. Either way, Grim’s decision was made.

“Now, don’t you know that fox hunting is banned?” The tall man flicked his left hand, and from his shadow a whip of shadow launched out to wrap around Shank’s ankle, yanking hard to bring him to the ground. Kitsune stumbled back, clutching burned wrists-

How did her wrists get burned?

No, there wasn’t time to muse on it right now. The spotlight that had shone on Grim moved, and abruptly flooded Hotrod with light in a blinding move. At the same time the shadow tendril that had grabbed Shank released him, flying the opposite way with Grim’s arm as he pivoted in place. The spotlight cut off after just a moment, only meant to momentarily cut off vision before the black whip went to smash across the criminal’s face, the body of the whip already going to wrap around his torso.