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Kyra Muller

Kyra thought she had been spotted when she heard one of the robbers wondering about whether he was seeing fox tails. However, she lucked out since the two men who were approaching her position had the attention span of a gerbil. Someone else, another costumed crusader from the individual’s word choice, had drawn the two men’s attention. Kyra was concerned for the individual when the men began unleashing a barrage of bullets, especially since the person either sounded like a girl or a young boy. Kyra knew she had to intervene to help out the individual who had been pinned by gunfire behind a heavy bathtub.

“Talus, how far out are you?” Kyra whispered into her communicator, trying to keep her presence hidden from the robbers.

“Well, Ninetails, I should be there shortly,” Talus told Kyra. “Gajana might take a few minutes to get there, though.”

“What? You’re going to leave him behind?” Kyra protested. “Also, stop calling me that. I’m not a Pokémon.”

“I can’t carry him. Even if I could, he would just slow me down,” Talus tried to defend his decision. “And a mirror would argue with your last statement. And how do you know whether I’m spelling it t-a-i-l instead of t-a-l-e?”

Kyra only rolled her eyes at Talus’ attempt to justify his nickname for her before turning off the communicator. She had more important matters on his mind, such as how she was going to disarm these thugs who were burglarizing a Bed, Bath, and Beyond, especially without getting shot herself.

While the two robbers were distracted by the newcomer, Kyra concentrated on generating a small portal that would allow her to cross the distance between herself and the two robbers without alerting them to her presence. Once she produced a sufficient portal for herself, Kyra took a few steps back and then dashed forward towards the portal, jumping into it once she approached. In a matter of seconds, she was teleported right beside the robbers. Kyra landed a kick in the face of the smaller burglar, causing him to tumble to the ground.

The second man was going to be a challenge. He was a giant of a man, almost seven feet tall. Kyra, on the other hand, was only 5’ 8” tall, setting her at a disadvantage to the man dubbed the “Tower.” However, Kyra had one advantage over Tower. Unless he was hiding his abilities, Kyra’s metahuman status would give her a weapon that Tower did not possess. She did not have to try to fight him pound for pound. Instead, she could fight muscle with fire. Kyra took ahold of Tower’s clothing and ignited it.

The man called “Hermit,” who Kyra had knocked down with a mid-air kick, started to pull himself off the ground. Although he was still sprawled on the ground, Hermit aimed his assault rifle towards Kyra. However, she had enough time to reach before he pulled the trigger. She formed a baseball-sized fireball in her hand and tossed it at Hermit, aiming at his hands so that he would drop the firearm.

Meanwhile, Tower had an opportunity to grab and yank back on Kyra’s nine fox tails when she had her back to him. When he pulled on Kyra’s tails, he realized that they were actually attached to her, instead of being a weird gimmick that was part of her costume. Kyra, on the other hand, when she felt that Tower had started to yank her back by her tails, used her fire-based power to increase the surface temperature of her tails until they scorched the man’s hands, causing Tower to let go of her. Tower stumbled backwards after being burnt by Kyra’s tail. The kitsune heroine followed this up with a kick to his gut, causing him to trip over his “makeshift” gun.

Kyra then turned her attention back to Hermit, who was trying to take hold of his assault rifle and fire a round at her. However, Kyra was swift enough to close the distance between herself and Hermit so that she could plant her foot on Hermit’s hand at the same time as he placed his hand on his weapon.

“Don’t try it.” Kyra threatened.

Kelly Brown | Jeanette Forestier | Samantha Kadowsky | Darren Norton | Taylor Parks | Zac Wilson

“We’re going to have to smoke these furries out,” one of the Hounds of Humanity who were besieging Jefferson Hall shouted to his compatriots. Since they knew that the Albany police and their S.W.A.T. team would be responding to their assault on the local college campus, the Hounds made sure to bring along their own vehicles to give them cover against the imminent counterattack by the authorities. They had several black SUVs that were equipped with bullet-proof glass and reinforced frames.

“We’re not furries!” One of the girls on the roof shouted down to the Hounds. The man who had spoken first raised his rifle and fired a warning shot into the air above the roof. Although he did not hit anyone, it did cause the girl to let out a scream.

“That’s what I thou—” The man began to gloat until he felt a sharp pain originate from his ankles, as if something had bitten him. He brushed at his legs until he discovered that an ant was the culprit. After he had flicked the insect off himself, he crushed it under his boot. Almost as soon as he terminated that insect, a swarm of ants appeared out of nowhere, darting towards the man. Even though he got a few rounds off at this army of ants, the mass of insects engulfed him in a matter of seconds.

“HOLY SHIT!” Another of the Hounds of Humanity yelled while watching in horror as his comrade screaming from the pain of hundreds of insect bites. He hesitated from shooting at the army of ants, since one of his allies were hidden under that mass. This gave the ants an opportunity to turn their attention from the first man to the second, engulfing him, too.

Once these two men had been taken out by the army of ants, the swarm began to collate together until they created a humanoid frame, made entirely out of live ants. This figure’s only discernible feature was its glowing red eyes. Otherwise, its entire body looked like a general human, as long as you ignored the fact that it was composed of thousands of living ants. The other Hounds had by now realized that they were being flanked by what they assumed was a metahuman. They began to unload their weapons at the unknown combatant. However, even though their slugs would blast off some ants from this individual, there were plenty of replacements standing by to take the dead insect’s place.

Unlike what most people would do in this situation, the ant-composed metahuman rushed forward the soldiers who were shooting return fire at her. The bullets did not slow her down, although she did appear to wince with the death of each ant. Then, she dove towards the ground, as if there were a deep swimming pool in front of her. However, instead of faceplanting into the dirt, her body separated out into the individual ants that she was composed of. This swarm of ants darted forward, intent on taking out these men just like the first two.

“We need the flamethrower!” One of the Hounds shouted while/ being engulfed by the swarm of ants. One of his comrades dashed over to a nearby SUV and scrambled to pull out a flamethrower, if they had one in it. However, the man paused when the he heard a heavy thump land beside the SUV. He peered past the side of the truck, where he saw a giant of a man with the musculature of a weightlifter. His muscular body was covered by a black, insect exoskeleton. If this was not bizarre enough, the giant man also had a second pair of arms, which were just as muscular as his first pair, halfway between his shoulders and hips. Although his human head was covered by a mask that matched the black hue of his exoskeleton, three horns protruded from his head, arranged like those of an Atlas beetle. Two of them jutted out of the man’s temples, like giant devil horns, while the third crested his nose.

The giant of a man lifted the SUV over his head and tossed it aside as if it were a little toy car. The Hound goon did not have enough time to grab the flamethrower and therefore was empty handed. The giant of a man stomped forward, each footstep causing a small rumble. The Hound goon tried to back away from the new hostile, but the giant snatched him up by his legs and tossed him at the other Hounds, knocking them down like pins at a bowling alley.

While the Hounds were distracted by these two new challengers, a third figure rushed towards Jefferson Hall and scaled up its side. This woman had a drider-like physique, while she wore a skin-tight costume that matched her black-hued spider half. Her black hair was styled in a short pixie cut and her skin was a pale white color.

“You know what they say. The enemy of my enemy is my friend,” Black Widow told the six metahumans who were trapped on the roof.

“Quite the coincidence that Diplodoc’s goons would show up when the Hounds attack, which begs a question. Which of us is your enemy and which is your so-called friend?” Zac gestured between the Raptor Pack standing behind him and the Hounds below when he asked his question.

“Don’t be silly,” Black Widow answered. “We have as much to lose as you do if those human extremists succeed. Maybe even more since you heroes could probably rely on public support. Villains can’t.”

“Wait, when did that spider-girl turn evil?” Jeanette whispered to Kelly while Black Widow and Zac were holding a conversation.

“And I thought she was recently sighted in California in the last two or so months?” Darren butted into Kelly and Jeanette’s conversation. Black Widow, on the other hand, was trying her best to restrain herself from lashing out at the people she was trying to save because they were confusing her with Arachne. Although they both did have a driderlike physique and her heroic lookalike did acquire her powers from falling into a pool of Doctor Diplodoc’s serum at the same time as Black Widow did, she expected that their costumes’ color schemes and hairstyles would at least make the two of them discernable.

“Don’t confuse me with that blonde bimbo,” Black Widow cursed.

“As the resident blonde,” Taylor suddenly spoke from the trashcan that Sammy had sat down on the rooftop after Jeanette had flown them over from Adams Hall. Her voice almost sounded like she was talking in a liquid medium. “I take offense to that comment.”

“‘Scarlett Johansson’ called you a blonde bimbo,” Kelly read aloud the text that she was sending to Arachne via her cell phone, which she had just pulled out of her jeans’ back pocket.

“When did you get her number?”

“She finally accepted my friend request on Facebook,” Kelly replied. When her phone buzzed, signaling that Arachne had sent a response to Kelly message, Kelly peered down at her phone again. “She said ‘that female dog.’ I’m obviously paraphrasing that, of course.”

“Why do I even try?” Black Widow mused, facepalming as the metahumans whom she was trying to rescue from the terrorists who were trying to kill them continued cracking jokes.

“You know what? I think she had one thing on Arachne. I think her spider abdomen is a little bigger than hers. I think that’s a sign in spiders when they’re pregnant. Could you google that for us, Kelly?” Sammy chimed in, ignoring the death glare that Black Widow was giving her due to her comment.

“Let’s see, do spider’s abdomen expand when they’re pregnant.” Kelly pulled out her phone to research Sammy’s question. However, before she typed anything into her internet browser, Kelly paused. “On second thought, maybe those aren’t the safest search terms.”

Meanwhile, a fourth insect-themed metahuman climbed up the side of Jefferson Hall. She was wearing a green-colored costume with a mask of the same color that covered her entire face. Her body had a second pair of arms attached to her hips, just like Kelly, while the woman’s top pair of arms had scythelike appendages instead of hands.

“Time to go,” the green-clad woman told Black Widow once she reached the roof. “The police are beginning to show up, now that we’ve neutralized the Hound threat.”

“I’m done with these ungratefuls, Mantess,” Black Widow grumbled, throwing up a middle finger at the six metahumans who had been trapped on the roof before turning to scale down the side of Jefferson Hall, with Mantess following shortly behind.

“Thank you!” Kelly yelled back to Black Widow and Mantess so that they could hear her.
@Afro Samurai: Looks good. Accepted.
@Indy Cooper@VATROU: Tiamat and HD are approved.

Ross Barber | Kyra Muller | Joel Vaughan

Arachne was not the only person who had her hands full that night. While Arachne was attending the charity event, the Immortals received a call from the local authorities about an enhanced human whom they wanted the Immortals to apprehend for them. The call happened to come in just when the Immortals were turning over shifts. Kyra was already half way through the door and Talus and Gajana were almost finished setting up their board game when they were called to action.

The three Immortals thought that this job would be a cake walk and therefore they could get back to what they were doing. However, they underestimated the superpowered culprit. A blur of light swirled around the Immortals, throwing punches and kicks faster than they could react to them.

“I’m going to get a bunch of street cred for this!” The man proclaimed once he finally stood still. His entire body was composted of pure light. “Everyone will fear Lightwave after I have taken out the Immortals!”

“Either he can’t count or he doesn’t know about Odysseus, ‘Siris, and Arachne.” Talus whispered to his other two teammates. Kyra, however, pressed her index finger up to her lips, signaling Talus to zip it.

“You should give up now,” Lightwave taunted while he zoomed around the room, throwing several punches and kicks at the three Immortal. “What can you do against a man who can travel at the speed of light?”

When Lightwave raised his hand to punch Kyra, the kitsunelike heroine used her fire-based powers to cover her entire body in flames, just like the Human Torch would do in Marvel Comics. Although the flames did not protect her from the impact of the punch, it did make Lightwave pay for his attack.

“Do you know what fire produces?” Lightwave said while he shook the hand that had hit Kyra while she was engulfed by flames.

“Heat?” Gajana replied. Since Lightwave was momentarily distracted by his “burned” hand, Gajana used this opportunity to grab a nearby steel barrel and hurled it at Lightwave. However, the barrel harmlessly passed through the light-based villain.

“Light.” Lightwave answered his own question. “And don’t forget that light can be both a wave and a particle.”

Lightwave extended his arm and began to absorb the light that Kyra was producing. She therefore immediately extinguished the fire so that the villain might not be able to strength himself with the light he was absorbing. She began to create a portal behind herself, intending to trick Lightwave into rushing into it after she dodged him. However, he was still too fast for any of the Immortals. Therefore, Kyra was also pushed into her own portal, along with Lightwave.

The next thing she knew, Kyra found herself crashing down upon a furnished bed in a medium sized retail store. Lightwave had a more graceful landing, since his incorporeal physiology allowed him to merely float to the ground. At first, he appeared as if he was preparing to attack again, especially since Kyra was separated from the others. However, the criminal saw something outside of Kyra’s line of sight, which caused him to bolt out of the store.

“He got away.” Kyra begrudged admitted over the commlink that the Immortals used to communicate. She hoped off the bed and took account of her surroundings. “I think I’m in a Bed, Bath, and Beyond, of all places.”

Kyra then heard several footsteps inside the store. Since she knew that Lightwave was incorporeal, Kyra guested that someone else was in the store. As soon as she discovered that she was not alone, Kyra hit the deck, hiding behind the bed on which she had landed on in the first place. However, her nine bushy tails made it difficult for her to conceal herself, even behind a queen-sized bed.

“And I don’t think I’m alone.”

Christopher Arthur III

Chris stood on his front lawn, staring down the man who called himself the Judicator. A ring of fire and debris surrounded Chris, although there was a circular patch of untouched grass at his feet where his energy shield protected it (and Chris) from the Judicator’s missile assault. Chris knew the armor that the Judicator was wearing. It was the proto-type that he had developed for S.T.R.I.K.E. before the Hounds blasted them to kingdom come. His own armor was the latest model, but the technology was basically the same. He wondered how it could have fell into the hands of the Hounds of Humanity, although he did not need to make a large logical leap considering the Hounds were the ones who took down S.T.R.I.K.E.’s leadership.

“Where did you get my tech?” Chris demanded.

“It does not take a rocket scientist to knew where we get our munitions,” the Judicator answered, although he seemed more interested in a device that he was activating on his wrist. A small, thin pole, almost like a car antenna, rose out of the villain’s shoulder. It had a black sphere attached to its tip. Once the Judicator was finished activating the device on his armor, the black sphere emitted a red light that strobed the vicinity like the rays of a lighthouse.

At first, Chris braced for whatever the side effects of the red beam. However, when the light pasted by him without causing any mechanical errors to his armor, he returned his focus on the Judicator, prepping himself for another potential attack by the villain. After the black sphere rotated a few times, it finally shut of its light and retracted back into the Judicator’s armor. The villain’s armor finally spoke up, revealing to Chris what the purpose of that device was.

No metahumans, magically-enhanced humans, or sentient non-humans found.

“We know you’re harboring a metahuman. We don’t know how you’re hiding her from us, but we will find her.” The Judicator threatened. Chris knew he was talking about his half-sister, Veronica. It must have been her lucky day, since she magically lost her powers as of late. He thought he had been diligent on covering up his sister’s metahuman powers that Doctor Diplodoc gave her. But obviously he was not careful enough, since the Hounds somehow knew about it, or at least had suspicions of it.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Chris told the Judicator. “But if you don’t get off my lawn, I’m going to pin a cease and desist order on your ass and punt you off my property.”

“Don’t make idle threats that you cannot enforce.” The Judicator taunted back.

“You would know when I’m in a joking mood.” Chris activated his energy pila while his armor’s targeting system locked onto the Judicator. Once his energy pila had formed in his hand, Chris hurled the projectile at the Judicator. Before the pila could strike its target, it first slammed into the Judicator’s energy shielding, which was nearly identical to Chris’ own, since the armor was created with Chris’ technology. The shield buckled under the strain of the pila’s impact. However, the Judicator’s defenses held together.

“Was that supposed to be impressive?” The Judicator taunted Chris while his own shields deactivated.

In response to Chris’ initial attack with his energy pila, an arsenal of missiles began to emerge from the Judicator’s armor. While his own armor had its own assortment of advanced technology installed in it, he never equipped either his armor or the ones that S.T.R.I.K.E. commissioned. Therefore, Chris concluded that there were two options that could explain where the Judicator could have armed himself to the teeth. Either the Hounds made a few adjustments to the armor or S.T.R.I.K.E. had already upgraded the armor prior the Hounds’ attacks.

Shield levels insufficient to deflect projectiles. Evasive action advised.

Don’t have to tell me twice. Chris thought before soaring away from the Judicator so that he could be in a better position to defend against the Hound villain’s weapons.

Hostile Missiles Locked-On.

“This is going to be interesting.” Chris mumbled to himself as he contemplated his strategy for surviving this next barrage of weapons.
Got a post up. It is kind of short, but I been stuck on this post for a week or so and I felt that I just needed to throw something up so I can at least advance Raptor et al. somewhat.

Kelly Brown | Jeanette Forestier | Samantha Kadowsky | Darren Norton | Taylor Parks | Zac Wilson

The Raptor Pack only had seconds to catch their breaths, since the Hounds were already filing out of Adams Hall and creating a perimeter around Jefferson Hall, where the Raptor Pack had escaped to during the onset of the Hounds’ surprise attack. The Hounds had a sense of urgency in their step because they knew that they would find themselves in a precarious position whenever the police would arrive. The besiegers could easily find themselves being besieged if they were not careful.

A few of the Hounds had already been stationed in Jefferson Hall just in case a situation, like the one that just happened, occurred. One of these men had rushed up the three flights of stairs to reach the rooftop and kicked open the roof access door. He raised up his assault rifle to his shoulder, preparing to fire. However, before he could get any lead off, someone had already cleared the distance between them and knocked the man off his feet.

“Need a little help here.” Zac called back to the others. During the impact of being tackled, the Hound goon dropped his firearm. A struggle ensued as Zac tried to restrain the man from grabbing the gun again, despite his height disadvantage.

Kelly and Sammy leaped up to their feet and rushed over to help Zac out. Sammy knocked the gun out of the man’s reach with her foot, while Kelly mangled the inside handle of the rooftop access door so that the Hounds would be hindered, if not completed blocked, from stepping foot on the roof. Kelly then turned to give Zac a hand.

“Hold him still. I don’t want to sting you,” Kelly told Zac as she unsheathed the stinger on her wasp abdomen. Both men immediately paused when they heard Kelly speak and nervously stared at the barb that Kelly was threatening the Hound goon with. The man in the military gear then began to flail, trying to escape from Zac’s grasp so that he would not be stung by Kelly. The wasp girl hesitated for a moment, since she did not want to strike Zac by mistake. When she decided that she could not hit the Hound goon with pinpoint accuracy, Kelly decided to plant her foot in the man’s back to hold him still and then stab him with her wasp barb.

The man screamed as Kelly stung him. However, his voice fell silent once the paralysis caused by Kelly’s wasp barb kicked in, knocking the man out cold. He lay there motionless.

“I won’t lie. That’s terrifying.”

“It’s not my favorite ability,” Kelly admitted while she blushed with her cheeks turning a light orange color.

“Now, all we have to figure out is how we’re going to get off of this rooftop.”

Christopher Arthur III

“While these are only preliminary results, the analysis is astounding.” Doctor Roy Albright told Chris over the communication monitor. While Chris was a natural genius, he also knew that he was not an expert in every single scientific field. While he could design and build technology for almost any purpose, Chris needed to collaborate with other great minds to get him started in the right direction. In this case, Chris was investigating the three incidents where certain individuals had memories wildly different from reality.

“It took me a while to find it, but I think I finally have a potential answer for you. After we received the cell samples, we compared the frequency at which they were vibrating with those of some of our lab assistants. After a thorough examination, we discovered that the three samples had different frequencies than the control samples. And we’re only talking about decimals here, so the differences are easily missed or chalked up to rounding.”

“Are you sure this is causing the faulty memories?” Chris purposefully neglected to mention that his sister losing her powers was also a symptom, but that information was only available on a need-to-know basis.

“We can’t say for sure, but it is a possibility.” Doctor Albright mentioned.

“Alright, Albright. Keep me in the loop.” Chris then disconnected from the video call and switched off the monitor. At least this gave him a lead on whatever was going on. However, there was still one question that was left unanswered. What caused these changes in atomic frequencies?

Before he could think more on this problem, a new one fell into his lap. The monitor immediately activated again on its own. The screen initially displayed a short warning message before cutting to the security feed of the front entrance of his mansion. A dozen or so men dressed black tactical gear, no doubt the Hounds, were rigging explosives on Chris’ front door.

“George, get everyone one to the panic room!” Chris called over the intercom. However, Chris did not wait to receive a response from his butler since he was already prepping his Iron Knight armor for combat. Chris had a secret backdoor installed that was perfect for this situation. Instead of waiting inside for the Hounds to break in, Chris could flank them from behind.

Once his armor was all prepped for launch, Chris traveled down the tunnel that lead to the backdoor exit and flew out. He soared around his mansion and positioned himself behind the Hound soldiers.

“You do know that it’s quite rude to blow up someone’s front door, right? You’re just lucky I have insurance.”

The Hound goons swiftly turned around to face Chris. They were a little startled by his appearance, since they believed that they had the element of surprise on their side. However, they had enough composure to hold it together and open fire on Chris. However, the barrage of bullets were all blocked by the energy shield that Chris’ armor could create.

Shield levels are remaining at 99.980550751074677…

“I don’t need that many decimals.” Chris cut off his armor’s operating system before it began to rattle off several hundred more decimal places. While his shield was deflecting the Hounds’ bullets, his targeting system was locking onto the dozen men. Once these armed men halted their gun fire, since it was all too apparent that they were just wasting bullets, Chris threw out a quick quip before launching a counter attack.

“I guess it’s my turn.” Chris deactivated his energy shield and then launched enough tranquilizers for each of the armed men. When the darts struck them, each of the Hounds dropped to the ground like ragdolls.

“GG.” Chris taunted, even though he knew that the knocked-out men could not hear him. He then examined the explosives that the Hounds had set up. They seemed eerily familiar. Were they S.T.R.I.K.E. issue explosives?

WARNING: INCOMING PROJECTILES – energy shield activation advised

Chris turned on his energy shield just in the nick of time, since almost as soon as it was activated, Chris was pummeled with a barrage of missiles and energy blasts.

Shield levels have dropped to 13.190825930583559…percent. Evasive action is advised.

When the barrage of weapons had finally ceased, a figure floated down to the ground. He was wearing a suit of armor that was almost identical to Chris’, although it was way more heavily equipped with deadly ordinances. Also, instead of having a Corinthian style helmet, this man had a helmet that had a skull-shaped faceplate.

“Your judgement day has come.” The man inside the power suit threatened, his voice deepened by the audio-system that allowed him to speak. “And the Judicator has sentenced you to death.”
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