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ZombieMagikarp, yeah, sorry but I can't have any more heroes in the team at the moment. I was already iffy on having six people initially so eight would be too much right now. But like Scarifar said, we'll definitely notify you if there are open spots in the future, if you're interested.

Spycrab, got it, I'll have Djinni enter battle mode in the next round of posting if CorruptedShadow doesn't end up doing it first. And your writing is fine so far. I would recommend that instead of using hiders to show an image in a post, link it to the word instead.
Alright guys, feel free to control the mutants. They basically have super strength, speed, durability, stamina, can jump incredibly high, and shoot energy beams from their mouths. They look like enlarged, muscular humans with grey skin, sharp fangs and claws, and red eyes. Just in case you guys wanted the basic details on them.
The other members of S.U.P.E.D. seemed pretty eager about the job; even more so about the money. However, Lilly - otherwise known by her hero alias as Priestess - expressed her concern that the large payment may be reduced when their contractors decide to factor in the damage the S.U.P.E.D. members may potentially - okay, very likely - cause. Arkhtan then suggested that they ask for the money in advance. Jin and Daniel, on the other hand, stood by, ready for action. Adam, who has worked with the Director before, seems unconcerned about the money issue. "Don't worry, they'll pay up as promised. And if not, we'll just go have a nice chat with them afterwards." he said positively. Adam then looked around the room and noticed a certain sidekick was missing. However, as soon as he heard "Spirit In The Sky" playing, Adam knew exactly where the sidekick was. Activating his earpiece, the comm system within the Training Facility turned on. "Hey Marcus, stopping making a mess down there and get suit up! We got a job!" Adam informed the sidekick over the comm.

Adam then looked to the others. "Alright, let's go take out these mutants and get our payment." Just as he said that, a superhero by the name of Fly-Guy smashed into one of the widows of the penthouse suite. Fortunately, the windows of the S.U.P.E.D. Tower are incredibly dense and so the glass remained undamaged. Fly-Guy, on the other hand, was unconscious and was just sort of stuck there like a bug on a windshield. "What would this city do without us?" Adam deadpanned after seeing what had just happened. Walking to a wall beside the large windows, Adam entered a code into a touchscreen panel which then caused the windows to retract to the sides and a platform to come out from this side of the building. After Adam walked out onto the platform, he grabbed hold of Fly-Guy and turned back to the others. "I'll take this guy somewhere safe and then I'll meet you guys downtown." Adam then flew off with impressive speed.
Alright, Chapter 2 posted~

Chapter 2: Dawn of the Oblivion Staff


[ Eastern Europe ]

A freezing, howling wind fills the air, carrying along with it snow and debris. This time of year in this uncharted piece of wild territory in Eastern Europe, blizzards were commonplace and this one was particularly brutal. The recently deceased bodies - most likely killed by the violent weather itself - of people can be seen scattered around; their proximity being quite close to one another. A few hundred meters north is a cave in the middle of nowhere. Literally nothing of note exists surrounding this cave. Hundreds of meters in every direction surrounding this peculiar cave is nothing but barren, snow-covered wasteland. But within the cave itself, a powerful presence resides and it is this very presence that has been sought out by one man for a span of nearly two decades. Sovereign Savage was once regarded amongst the most feared of supervillains, but ever since his humiliating defeat at the hands of some no-name superhero years ago, he has become the laughing stock of the supervillain community.

But no more will that be case. Not when Savage has acquired the object that he seeks within this cave. A small expedition team was currently working their way through the complex cave system. The clothes they wore matched those on the dead bodies from earlier, suggesting that these people are Savage's henchmen. With flashlights and guns in tow, the henchmen cautiously navigated the maze-like caverns. One henchman, instead of a gun, carried a radar-like device - most likely used to detect their sought-after object. "I feel like we've been going in circles." one henchman brought up to break the silence. No one responded to his observation so he continued to speak. "I swear I've seen that exact same stalagmite before-" the henchman was suddenly interrupted by one his colleagues. "Do us all a favor and shut up, would ya?" Suddenly, the henchman with the radar device, who was consequentially leading the pack, stopped walking; everyone behind him paused as well. Looking to the device, the henchman noticed something odd.

"Strange, it says we're here." the henchman with the device muttered. Then, he got an idea. Without informing the others first, the henchman turned to face a rock wall behind him and began to push it forward. At first the wall remained stationary, but within a few seconds, it started to move back until a secret entrance was finally revealed. The henchman looked to the others with a confident smirk, "Bingo." Sometime later, the entire false wall had been destroyed with excavation machinery to reveal a hidden room. While the henchmen worked to clear up the debris and to begin their initial analysis of the object, the boss had finally arrived on the scene. Dressed in a heavy winter coat upon multiple layers of clothes, a man with slick, black hair walked into the room; a calm and devious grin present on his face. Seeing their boss arrived, the henchmen scientists stopped what they were doing to greet him. "It's as the legend says. I can feel its power from just standing here." one of the scientists reported to Savage.

Savage walked up to the object's pedestal and became mesmerized by its haunting glow. It is mystical weapon said to have been created by a council of powerful mages. They called it: the Oblivion Staff. Without hesitation, Savage took hold of the staff and held it up to his face to examine its beauty more intimately. "To be enveloped in its presence is one thing... But to wield its power is an entire different experience." Savage proclaimed. Suddenly, he aimed the staff at the back wall of the room and shot a magic bolt out from the staff. When the bolt collided with the back wall, it created a massive explosion that destroyed roughly half of the cave, exposing the outside world. The henchmen clenched in fear and shock at the staff's immense power but Savage grew a sadistic grin. He chuckled, "I will ensure that Utopia City and its citizens 'experience' the staff's power appropriately."

[ Utopia City / Noon ]

"You have to help us! You and your team are this city's only hope at this point!" a well-dressed man in his late fifties pleaded to someone sitting in a large leather chair who had the chair turned around. The room the two people were in looked like a briefing room, complete with a giant monitor tracking the public activities in Utopia City. Right now, there seems to be a situation transpiring within the downtown districts of the city. Enlarged mutant humans were causing all sorts of havoc around the city. Along with their display of incredible strength and speed, they could also fire energy beams from their mouths. There were numerous superheroes on the scene but they seemed to be struggling greatly against the enemy. The mutants seemed to have already caused the city hundreds of thousands in damages and that number will only grow larger by the second. "You see! The other heroes are losing this fight. At this rate, a third of the city will be leveled by dinner!" the well-dressed man proclaimed.

Suddenly, the person sitting in the comfy chair turned around, revealing himself to be Ultiman. "Yeah, I know. It looks really bad. But these guys look boring as hell. They ain't gonna put a good fight." Ultiman responded, referring to the mutants.

"Look, I'm offering a million in cash! Don't tell me that isn't enough to spur you and your team into action." the man said.

Hearing the price, Ultiman's eyes widened considerably. "A million, you say?"

"In cash immediately after the job is done."

[ S.U.P.E.D. Tower ]

Ultiman entered the penthouse suite of the S.U.P.E.D. Tower's living quarters floor - they normally use this suite as their living room space - where everyone had already gathered earlier. The ridiculously huge flat-screen television had been turned to Utopia City's premier news channel so the team could watch what was happening in the city right now. Although what the team members were actually doing could've been entirely different. In any case, Ultiman walked towards his teammates with a grin on his face. "Team, we got a job. A million-dollar job to be exact." he began before planting himself on one of the comfortable and highly expensive sofas. "The Director wants us to take out these mutant baddies. Pretty boring stuff in my opinion but, hey, I can't complain when he's paying a million in cash."
Nice job with the intros everyone. They were great reads ^^

The15thSpycrab, I found a picture to use for the tower:


Anyways, my post will probably be coming some time in the afternoon.
I've posted. So basically for this first short chapter, you're just introducing your characters through a short story.

Chapter 1: Prologue


Prologue: Ultiman:

[ Utopia City / Evening ]

Another dark and cold night in the sleepless megalopolis that is Utopia City: the grand center of superhero activity. The streets are bustling with the typical night crowd out on the town seeking an adventure or two; ones that don't involve the usual heroics nor villainous plots that the citizens of this great city have adapted to anyways. Perhaps something safe like drinking or gambling? Well, in this city, those activities are considered relatively safe when you take into account the other hazards they face on a near-daily basis. But alas, tonight is one of those nights: a night where villainy and danger are lurking about. Atop the roof of an apartment complex in Sector 7 of the city, a figure stands, hidden by the large shadow cast down by a taller neighboring building. The figure shoots a look to a noteworthy tower in the far-off distance before shifting his eye down to gaze at the quiet neighborhood below. An inner monologue plays out within him:

Utopia City... Here is the heart of it all. If you're a superhero - hell, a supervillain even - this is where you prove your mettle. This is where you leave your mark on the world and forever cement your legacy amongst the pantheon of the greats! It's the big leagues and I'm the star player. Who am I exactly? I'd be lying if I said I'm just your average superhero. I guess the truth is: I'm the best. The best of the best- No. The best of the best of the best! Yeah... Something like that-

The figure's train of thought was suddenly interrupted by an ominous roar emanating from a few blocks down. "Something smells... And I'm not just talking about this veiled metaphor for the presence of crime." the figure said as his eyes suspiciously narrowed. Within seconds of the end of that sentence, a gigantic - easily thirteen feet tall - humanoid monster charged onto the scene; its four muscular arms punching through the sides of buildings as easily as if it were going through air. Sensing a nearby presence, the beast stopped in its tracks and began sniffing around all the while snarling angrily. "Hey Ugly!" the figure from atop the apartment complex called out to the hideous beast. The figure then proceeded to gently fly down onto the surface below to confront the monster head-on. Out of the shadows he came; adorned in a crimson red costume. The lights on his chest formed a golden "U" symbol. Enraged even further by the figure's insult to its appearance, the beast grew even more larger and more muscular; proceeding its growth in stature is a furious roar. The figure smirked, "Sheesh, lay off the 'roids, would ya?"

"Another bug dare stand in my path? You "heroes" are fools!" the beast spoke.

"You aren't too bright yourself, ya know? Heh, you don't have the slightest clue who I am, do you?" the figure rhetorically asked.

"A dead man!" the beast responded before hurling all four of its fists at the figure in a flurry of rapid, powerful punches; each punch sounded like a bomb exploding. The impact of each punch was so great that it crushed the ground beneath the figure, enveloping him in a thick cloud of dust. But the beast continued its unending onslaught. As long as it could still feel something solid, it wouldn't let up. After about a solid minute, the beast grew tired and retracted its fists; hanging its arms to the side to rest. It panted heavily from exhaustion but it was confident that its enemy had been reduced to a pile of mangled flesh and bone. As the heavy dust and debris cleared, a shocking image lies before the beast: the figure remained completely unharmed; his palm extended outward having blocked every single punch with ease. "I-Impossible...!" the beast uttered with widened eyes.

"Sorry, pal, but I make a living off of doing the 'impossible'." the figure stated. Reeling his free head back and balling it into a fist, the figure then launched it toward the beast. Upon impact, the force was so great that it sent the beast flying into the sky and disappearing with a comical glimmer. From space, the beast can be seen hurling out of Earth's atmosphere and into open space where it continued its path until it collided with a small meteor. Back down on Earth, the figure stood gazing at the night sky to catch one final glimpse of the beast as the meteor flew out of his field of view. "Oh c'mon, I barely punched you!" the figure complained. He then let out a sigh before taking out his cellphone and texting, "Job's done," to some unidentified number. "For a $200,000 contract, this job was boring as hell. Oh well, at least I've got some cash to spend now." the figure thought out loud. Turning his head around, he gazed at the noteworthy tower from earlier. "Back to HQ, I guess." Walking away casually, the last bit of his inner monologue played out:

So who am I exactly? I'm Ultiman.
Hmm, alright, I'll think I'll go with CorruptedShadow as the last CS I'm accepting.

Great CS jetipster but it is a bit too late now. There might be spots opening in the future so I'll be sure to send you a PM if you're still interested.

Anyways, first IC post will be coming soon.
Ionion, you can put up a CS and if I find it more suitable for this RP, I'll accept it.

ZombieMagikarp, really, the only restriction for your powers is to make sure they're not god-like e.g. matter creation from nothing, reality warping, etc. And make sure your character still have room to grow even stronger. So you can post a CS too, if you'd like. I'll then choose the one I find most suitable.
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