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Current The bugs are back.
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If this watch breaks, the foreign exchange market will take a twenty-eight percent hit. People will die.
5 mos ago
bro aren't you 15 go do your homework instead of screaming about your WIFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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5 mos ago
"No. This is somewhere to be. This is all you have, but it's still something. Streets and sodium lights. The sky, the world. You're still alive."
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7 mos ago
Thеy needed a stealth soldier, so I put my hands on the hibachi hot plate at Benihana and burned my fuckin fingerprints off. They will not find me.
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EDIT: He's done.

Powerhouse Intermediate Tier
Episode 9 Prologue: Magnetic Nightmare
Featuring @rocketrobie2 as Blue Beetle, @WXer as Polarity Man, and Simple Unicycle as the Question

Deep within the Metro Tower exists a room with fortified walls built to withstand a nuclear blast and hosts an exotic collection of diagnostic instruments. This chamber is home to the Polarity Man, who has spent the last few days in isolation as he works away in analyzing the enemies he had encountered from his first official mission and from the unexpected assault on his home. During this self debriefing, the Lieutenant had discovered a fortunate boon that needed to be brought to the League's attention.

As he opened the reinforced blast door that led to his room, stale air would fill the immediate hallway. Luckily, no one lived near him and no one could possibly be curious as to what he was doing. Or so he thought.

"Lieutenant Trainor. Been meaning to speak with you. Need to be filled in on what exactly happened during Extant's attack on the Tower." The Question announced, entering Polarity Man's room despite not being invited. The faceless man sat himself down on a nearby chair, propping his left leg up on his right. "You were uneffected, and the others who weren't effected are currently MIA, so figured it'd be best to come to you."

"The correct term is in action. The others are on missions. Regardless, you've caught me at a bad time. Polarity Man would try to dismiss The Question, choosing to head to the nearby elevator as he proceeded to a location that the fellow faceless Leaguer was currently not at.

"Bad time? Figured it'd be best time, considering we're both not on mission." Question replied, standing up and following the Lieutenant to the elevator. "Need to know how we could prevent another attack like that. Saw that Fate sneezed on you and the other uneffected heroes. Could use that to make serum that renders the League immune to magic."

As if on cue the elevator 'dinged' and opened allowing Ted to see his two teamates chatting. Having been incapacitated in one way or another since his acceptance into the league, Ted was just now getting to explore the magnificent tower.

"Oh hey guys. Man this place is amazing right?" Ted commented as he looked around at the hallway before him. "What are you guys up to?" he asked as he brought his attention back to the duo.

"Ted." Question says, tipping his hat to his friend, before gesturing to Polarity Man: "Was just asking Lieutenant Trainor for rundown on Extant's attack."

"The wizard attack was captured by the Patroller but certain details are... fuzzy. Currently, I need to clean it up. Only then can we discuss the Extant assault in detail. Polarity Man would state, heading inside the elevator.

Ted moved to the side of the elevator to allow PM to have ample space in the elevator. "Fair enough but could you at least give a small run down? I mean one minute I'm going up in the elevator and the next minute I'm sitting in the loby with Apollo." Ted queried as he leaned against the wall of the elevator.

"Apollex." Question corrects, entering the elevator before the doors close. He crosses his arms, propping a leg up against the elevator wall.

"Hmm. Not voice activated." Lawrence would then press all the buttons on the elevator, and awaited for it to start moving before phasing out and returning to his room. "Enjoy your trip gentlemen."

"That ethereal bastard." Question says, staring in disbelief at the elevator buttons which were all lit up.

"No sweat Q, now I've got something to do." Ted said calmy with an amused smile as he crouched down near the button pannel and cracked it open. With a few pulled wires here and sparks there the elevator began making its way down once more.

"Thinks he's the only clever one in this elevator?" Ted said as he stood up from his crouched position, "think again Shinji Ikari."

"Ha. Evangelion reference. Still waiting for fourth Rebuild movie." Question says, exitting the elevator as its door opens.

Ted followed suit as he began to look around for Lawrence in his room. "Hey Polarity! Are you around still!?" Ted called out into the hallway as he looked at all of the technical equipment that littered the room.

"Lieutenant Trainor! Come out and explain what the hell happened or I'll... Or I'll..." Question paused, looking around the room, then spotted a computer. He grinned, "I'll... Destroy that computer." He turned to his former partner, "Hand me something I can use as a bludgeon."

"I think that's a little extreme Q." Ted said looking around and giving his chin a scratch. "Why don't we go check the cameras I assume are around here? I mean I hear Batman is pretty paranoid so it would make sense there's cameras all over here." Ted said as he began heading back to the elevator.

"Right. Let's go to the monitor room, see if he can keep the information from us then." Question replied, turning and going back to the elevator.

Ted proceeded to take a few wires and scrape them together giving movement to the stationary elevator.

Q leaned against the wall, turning towards his companion. "So. How's it been?"

"Well been in and out of the hospital for the past two months due to 'work' related injuries and I got turned into an old man a little while ago but hey," Ted shrugged, "I can't complain."

"Hurm. How's the company?"

"Good enough. The recreation department's coming out with this unicycle but with handle bars to help balance and the wheel's right between your knees. Cool stuff. Make's me wish they had it when I was a kid."

"Just hearing about it makes me wish my mother owned a company when I was a kid." Question jokes, only for the elevator doors to open. "We're here."

As the Question's voice filled the room, a perplexed Lieutenant Trainor could only ask "How?.. before the computer he had been using ejected his disk. "Well, regardless, I'm done here."

"Speak of the devil, here you are!" Ted commented with a proud grin "So now do you have the time to explain the whole Extant fiasco to us?"

"Had enough of your diversions, Trainor." Question said, walking into the room. "Show us footage of Extant's attack. Don't care whether the footage is editted or not."

"You want the footage? Very well." With a quick click of the file, the video soon played on the monitors. Each room's video feed connected to the Tower's surveillance grid played out on individual monitors. Except they were all in static.

"Now do you see why I can't present this in its current state?"

"... Oh." The faceless conspiracy theorist scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "... But can still tell us. You were uneffected. From what I understand, you remember even clearly."

"Just 'cause the footage is corrupted or something doesn't mean you can't pass on what happened through word of mouth. C'mon man, spill the beans!" Ted pressed as he leaned up against the wall.

After a moment of silence from Polarity Man, the Question found his patience wearing thin. "Tell us you irradiated military dog." The facless man growled.

However, their soon-to-be vitrolic conversation was cut off as an announcment was made over the intercom: a branch of STAR Labs in Chicago was attacked by Doctor Polaris, and Green Lantern would be taking the trio, along with Apollex, to investigate. Question paused. "Can discuss later. Come." With that, the trench-coated hero left, the other two following suit.
@Renny
I think 'what's the deal with airplane food' was supposed to be a Seinfeld reference.
In which case it's airline food, @rocketrobie2.
So... How's everyone doing?
6:15 AM, November 4th, 2019
Oscar's Apartment; Hub City, Illinois


R-rrr-ring... R-rrr-ring... R-rrr-ri- Oscar groaned as he hit his alarm, silencing it. Sitting up in his bed, he rubbed his eyes, glancing at the alarm clock in disbelief. "Morning already...? Shit." With yet another groan, he stood up and stretched, cracking his neck as he did so. "Well, train won't wait for me." And so he got dressed in his usual attire, sliding a coat on afterwards before making his way to the kitchen.

Not bothering with breakfast or coffee, he grabbed a handful of sugar cubes out of a bag in the fridge, unwrapping one and popping it in his mouth, munching on it and savoring it as he felt some energy return to his body. A few moments later, he made his way out the door, locking it and heading downstairs. His apartment was on the third story of an apartment complex in one of the more pleasant parts of Hub City. "Another day, another dollar." Oscar muttered to himself, before walking to the train station.

~
7:10 AM

Having gotten on the train at 6:40, Oscar sat in a seat that was less than savory, listening to the people around him. His commute went through The Wedge, picking up some less than desirable people. He heard the doors open once more, letting in a few workers and children heading to school. Two of the kids sat in the seats across from him, ignoring his presence as they began to talk about a gunfight yesterday.

"I heard. The Question—" "—IS SO HOT!" Oscar had to stop himself from chuckling as he heard that. 'As if.' He thought wryly, sticking his hand in his pocket and digging out another sugar cube. The wrapping was on the floor and the cube was in his mouth moments later. However, he chose the wrong moment to take a breath, and began coughing up the sugar cube moments later. One of the girls across from him scooted closer to her friend, more than likely disgusted.

'God, when does this commute get to the next stop?'

~
Hub City General Hospital, 11:34

7:47, apparently.

Oscar had gotten into work at around 7:55, started his computer at 8:00, waited for it to go through the normal start-up routine until 8:02, before loading up QuickBooks and going about his work at 8:04. It was like this yesterday, the day before that, and practically every other day since he started working at the hospital with the occasional change in routine.

At 11:30 it was his lunch hour, and he made his way to the cafeteria, arriving at 11:32 and sitting down with a tray consisting of a turkey sandwich, a bag of chips, and a can of Coca-Cola at 11:34, AKA just a few moments ago. He took a bite from his sandwich, glancing around at the other people eating with tired eyes. He didn't notice that someone was standing near him until he heard their tray clink against the table.

"Hey Oscar. How's it going?" It was Rita, a nurse that he occasionally had lunch with when their lunch hours aligned. During his first few months as a hero, he had saved her from being raped, though he had known her before due to the aforementioned fact that they occasionally ate lunch together. Looks like this was one of those occasions.

"Hey Rita. I'm doing fine, and you?" He replied before taking another bite from his sandwich.

"I'm doing alright." She replied, and that was that. Their lunches were mostly spent in silence, not an uncomfortable one, but not exactly a warm one either. There just wasn't much to say. A few minutes passed before Rita broke the silence again, "I heard there was a gang shooting in the Wedge yesterday."

Oscar snorted, "What's new?"

"Well, I heard that this guy they call the Question broke it up."

"I thought he was just a myth, an urban legend to keep criminals awake at night?"

"No, apparently he's real. There's even a video of it on YouTube. It's gone viral." This made Oscar's blood go cold. He stopped eating, just staring at his food for a moment. "What's up?" Rita asked, concerned.

"Nothing. Just kinda shocked, is all. Weren't costumed vigilantes banned in the seventies?"

"'67, actually."

"Ah. Well then this guy is breaking the law."

"Yeah, he is, but he's doing some good. The Wedge won't clean itself up. Maybe it needs a guy like him."

"I guess." The rest of the lunch was spent in silence, Oscar leaving at 11:46 after finishing his food. And for the rest of the day, nothing remarkable happened, and Oscar made his way home at 5:00 PM.

~
6:43 PM

Oscar slipped out of his clothing, getting into his normal vigilante attire. Grabbing his fedora and mask, he stuck the latter in his trench coat pocket whilst setting the former on his head. He made his way to the streets, slipping into an alleyway before taking his fedora off, sliding his mask on, and putting the fedora back on. Donning his disguise, he becomes the Question, and climbs a fire escape and heads to the rooftops. Leaping from rooftop to rooftop, he makes his way to The Wedge, where he will continue his one man war on crime.
Aye for me. Another RP I'm in has a Discord server, and it works really well.
12:41 PM, November 3rd, 2019
Silver Spoon Bar; Hub City, Illinois

Oscar's attention was diverted from Preston as both cheering and cursing erupted at the same time. He looked around, smirking slightly as he noticed that Hayes was winning the fight. Just a few moments later Ives was down, and Hayes was declared the new champion. Oscar let out a small whoop to fit in with the rest of the people who cheered for Hayes, his smirk growing into a smile.

He turned to Preston as Preston noted that they put money on the fight and won. Oscar nodded, "Yeah, I put about 15 or so bucks on Hayes, should be getting it..." Oscar trailed off as a man approached, saying that they didn't make bets, before moving his jacket aside to show a gun. The vigilante scowled, watching as Preston submitted to the man and didn't do anything. 'Was hoping to relax for a few minutes. Oh well.'

Oscar stood up, stepping between Preston and the thug. Though he was definitely a few inches shorter than the man, he didn't worry; after all, he had taken down larger enemies in fights before. "What do you want, punk?" The thug growled, moving his jacket aside to showcase his pistol once more. That was a mistake.

As fast as he could, Oscar stuck his hand inside the jacket and pulled the gun out. The man barely had time to look surprised before the barrel was jammed under his chin. "My new friend had money on this fight. So did a few others. I want you to pay him and anyone else who bet on Hayes. Understand?" A gulp, followed by a jerky nod. Oscar grinned. "Good." He pulled the pistol away from the thug, unloading it and dismantling it in a few quick motions.

He sat back down on the stool, grinning at Preston. "Well, while you're here on business, remember: someone threatens you, don't sit down and take it. Do a quick assessment and take him down." Oscar downed the last of his beer, wiping his mouth and letting out a satisfied sigh, before standing up.

"I'm heading out. Don't really care about the money. Here's my number if you want to chat, or if you're in town and need a friend or something." The trench coated vigilante pulled out his journal, turning to a blank page and writing his phone number down before tearing the page out and handing it to Preston. With a tip of his hat, he turned and left the bar. About a block away, he slips into an alley, pulling his mask on and continuing his patrol as The Question.
Ready to continue after another post or so, since Oscar is currently talking with Preston and has money on the fight.
Wrote up about ten or eleven entries from my character's journal, they can be found in the character tab. Hope it gives a bit of a look inside his mind and how he changed over the course of his first year as a hero.
Now to get started on year two...
While I didn't come up with anything important enough to warrant a bunch of blurbs, I'm probably going to write up a few entries from Oscar's journal and place them in my character post, just to give an idea of his first year or so of vigilantism as well as an insight into the inner workings of his mind.
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