So... we're going BACK into Metropolis for another mission? Whatever happened to introducing the new characters?
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Actually, not so much for him, his 'super strength' is double of an average person, great for changing tires, but nothing otherworldly. He has no combat training besides brawl-ish hitting people with a wrench. He's taking the tech/gadget path.
Well, the no-training thing will likely change pretty quick once he's in, but I see your point.
So that's... four heavy hitting "Super strength" people we've had now. I feel like this team is becoming a one-trick pony.
Erm... I don't think I can post again so... if someone's gonna do something and keep this floating now's the time.
@Sigil Fixed.
Zero cursed under his breath when he received no response. Either the com-links were down or the others were too preoccupied. No matter how he sliced it, the ice-meta was on his own it seemed. He forced himself to his feet, trying as hard as he could to ignore the pain. Finally, he dug out a lighter from one of the cabinet drawers and clicked it on to ensure it still worked. Thankfully, a small flame flickered to life from it and that was all Zero needed to see. He staggered his way over to a trash bin and dug out yesterday's newspaper, rolling it up into a cylindrical shape. He ignited the lighter, but before he could hold the paper over the flame he heard the screeching of a man-owl from somewhere behind him. Before he could react any further the mutant bird creature collided with him.
With the bird so close, Zero took the opportunity to get in a devastating blow. An icy, dagger-like blade extended from one of his wrists and he managed to bury it deep in what he hoped was the man-owl's ribcage. Now screeching in pain, the owl and Zero both tumbled to the floor and while the bird mutant writhed in pain Zero desperately searched for the lighter and newspaper, having lost his grip on them during the struggle. He couldn't find them, but he noticed the owl trying to stagger back to its feet, "Oh no, not on your LIFE, you BASTARD!" Zero did the only thing he could think off. As quick as he could manage, he forced his hands around the creature's throat and let his powers take over. A little known fact about most creatures was that their bodies were almost 90% water. That seemed to include the man-owls, as Zero managed to slowly but surely solidify the creature's innards until it became frozen from the inside-out, not exactly a pleasant thing to look at.
The ice-meta breathed heavily, the combination of using his powers like that and his wound surely taking more of a toll on his fatigue than he likely otherwise would be feeling in other situations. He continued looking for the lighter and paper, but they were apparently lost in the struggle, "Damn it... ugh!" Zero grunted, the sharp pain in his side forcing him down to one knee. He failed, or so he thought, anyway. But, like some kind of miracle from on high, another owl crashed into the kitchen and seemed to be lodged into the microwave. That was all it took, as a small fire started up then and there.
Whether he meant to do that or if it was a complete and utter accident, Zero didn't care. El Sasquatcho came through in the pinch, and the whole gym soon found itself in a rush of showering waters, "Let's see how tough you bastards are now..." the ice-meta grunted as he struggled his way back toward the fray. Weakened and beginning to lose blood, Zero stumbled into the main area and thrust his arms out, still trying to ignore the pain, "One instant cold snap... coming right up..." he said with a painful rasp in his voice. His powers started working its magic. All the water now covering the rooms began to drop in temperature, including the bits of it currently soaking the man-owls, "Hope you fuckers like hypothermia!"
With the bird so close, Zero took the opportunity to get in a devastating blow. An icy, dagger-like blade extended from one of his wrists and he managed to bury it deep in what he hoped was the man-owl's ribcage. Now screeching in pain, the owl and Zero both tumbled to the floor and while the bird mutant writhed in pain Zero desperately searched for the lighter and newspaper, having lost his grip on them during the struggle. He couldn't find them, but he noticed the owl trying to stagger back to its feet, "Oh no, not on your LIFE, you BASTARD!" Zero did the only thing he could think off. As quick as he could manage, he forced his hands around the creature's throat and let his powers take over. A little known fact about most creatures was that their bodies were almost 90% water. That seemed to include the man-owls, as Zero managed to slowly but surely solidify the creature's innards until it became frozen from the inside-out, not exactly a pleasant thing to look at.
The ice-meta breathed heavily, the combination of using his powers like that and his wound surely taking more of a toll on his fatigue than he likely otherwise would be feeling in other situations. He continued looking for the lighter and paper, but they were apparently lost in the struggle, "Damn it... ugh!" Zero grunted, the sharp pain in his side forcing him down to one knee. He failed, or so he thought, anyway. But, like some kind of miracle from on high, another owl crashed into the kitchen and seemed to be lodged into the microwave. That was all it took, as a small fire started up then and there.
Whether he meant to do that or if it was a complete and utter accident, Zero didn't care. El Sasquatcho came through in the pinch, and the whole gym soon found itself in a rush of showering waters, "Let's see how tough you bastards are now..." the ice-meta grunted as he struggled his way back toward the fray. Weakened and beginning to lose blood, Zero stumbled into the main area and thrust his arms out, still trying to ignore the pain, "One instant cold snap... coming right up..." he said with a painful rasp in his voice. His powers started working its magic. All the water now covering the rooms began to drop in temperature, including the bits of it currently soaking the man-owls, "Hope you fuckers like hypothermia!"
When he awoke, Cyrus realized that not very much time had passed. His nap, or what passed for one anyway, only lasted a few minutes at best. Not surprising, since dreaming of the past rarely ever gave the man rest. When he looked around himself, Cyrus realized the room was... not different, but definitely not the same either. It didn't look as empty, and it was more decorated than it was when he first entered. Such was the nature of the temple, he supposed. It must have reacted to his Heart and arranged the room accordingly. Except... this wasn't at all reflective of Cyrus' Heart, in fact it was more reminiscent of Ren than anything else. Seems his Heart has more prominence than mine here. Interesting.
He glanced at the nightstand table and noticed a framed photo that certainly couldn't have been there before. Picking it up, Cyrus looked at it more closely. It depicted a man wearing a white cloak, and two boys at either side of him. Having little desire to remember this particular memory, Cyrus placed the picture in the nightstand drawer so it wouldn't be on display anymore. He left the room, then, deciding that he wanted to stretch his legs, though really that was an excuse to get out the bedroom so he wouldn't have to be reminded of the past.
After wandering back toward the entrance chamber, Cyrus took a quick look down the Light Hallway, the one he did not travel down earlier. Indeed it was lined up with pictures and portraits of what was meant to be seen as happy memories, though it only took a bit of reading between the lines to figure out that most of the smiles were mere masks to hide the suffering most of these Wielders had endured through out the war. Still, this hallway was more pleasant to look at than the other one with its trophies of war and conquest. Cyrus then stopped suddenly, one of the many pictures caught his attention, and for good reason, because he himself was featured in it, "How is this possible?" he asked aloud, having stopped and was now staring intently at the photo. He wasn't alone in the picture, others were there as well, six others to be exact. Apart from his young adult self, Cyrus also recognized Ren with his blond hair and scarlet red scarf. Then there were the others, one of them a young oriental man in Chinese attire; another had dark skin and bore tribal tattoos all over his body, most being visible due to him remaining shirtless; then there was a boy and girl wearing mostly red and blue respectively who were alike enough to be siblings, and were in fact twins; the last one, like the young Cyrus, stood a bit by himself, standing out thanks to the wide-brimmed hat he wore. They were all around the same or similar ages, and the only person missing from the photo was their Master because he was the one who used the camera to take the photo in the first place.
Cyrus knew and remembered everyone in the photo, but that was not why he was so surprised, "This photo was destroyed..." he said to himself thoughtfully, "...I know it was. I was there when it happened. So how...?" he stared at the photo some more and finally said, "Seems this temple is determined to make me remember..."
He glanced at the nightstand table and noticed a framed photo that certainly couldn't have been there before. Picking it up, Cyrus looked at it more closely. It depicted a man wearing a white cloak, and two boys at either side of him. Having little desire to remember this particular memory, Cyrus placed the picture in the nightstand drawer so it wouldn't be on display anymore. He left the room, then, deciding that he wanted to stretch his legs, though really that was an excuse to get out the bedroom so he wouldn't have to be reminded of the past.
After wandering back toward the entrance chamber, Cyrus took a quick look down the Light Hallway, the one he did not travel down earlier. Indeed it was lined up with pictures and portraits of what was meant to be seen as happy memories, though it only took a bit of reading between the lines to figure out that most of the smiles were mere masks to hide the suffering most of these Wielders had endured through out the war. Still, this hallway was more pleasant to look at than the other one with its trophies of war and conquest. Cyrus then stopped suddenly, one of the many pictures caught his attention, and for good reason, because he himself was featured in it, "How is this possible?" he asked aloud, having stopped and was now staring intently at the photo. He wasn't alone in the picture, others were there as well, six others to be exact. Apart from his young adult self, Cyrus also recognized Ren with his blond hair and scarlet red scarf. Then there were the others, one of them a young oriental man in Chinese attire; another had dark skin and bore tribal tattoos all over his body, most being visible due to him remaining shirtless; then there was a boy and girl wearing mostly red and blue respectively who were alike enough to be siblings, and were in fact twins; the last one, like the young Cyrus, stood a bit by himself, standing out thanks to the wide-brimmed hat he wore. They were all around the same or similar ages, and the only person missing from the photo was their Master because he was the one who used the camera to take the photo in the first place.
Cyrus knew and remembered everyone in the photo, but that was not why he was so surprised, "This photo was destroyed..." he said to himself thoughtfully, "...I know it was. I was there when it happened. So how...?" he stared at the photo some more and finally said, "Seems this temple is determined to make me remember..."
El Sasqatcho does have an alternate universe counterpart... and his name's JOHN CENA! 
...I'll just show myself out. xD
...I'll just show myself out. xD
Things almost immediately went FUBAR. They used Ves to essentially kick in the door, as it were, and from there the gym became engulfed in chaos and fighting. Ice-fists at the ready, Zero moved to launch himself into an uppercut against an approaching Owl-Man. The idea was to let him make the first move and, once it dived itself closer, Zero would hopefully strike fast enough to knock it off course, preferably down to the floor where he could conceivably finish it off. Zero's punch hit, but he barely missed the window of opportunity and grunted painfully when the owl's talon's grabbed him at the ribs and then flung him over the nearby kitchen counter. From somewhere in the other room, he heard a scream that sounded like Parasite. No, no no! He was not going to let this end like the last missions! He refused to!
Feeling warm bleeding from his side, Zero staggered to get up, but stayed low behind the counter so the owl might hopefully believe it successfully killed him. Zero cursed under breath, realizing now that direct attacks against these things just wasn't feasible for him. He just didn't have the kind of strength or durability that 'Squatcho or Levi had. A moment of thought and he decided what his strategy should be. These owl-men attacked from the air, so the only reasonable way to go about fighting them would have to be to take that advantage away from them, but how? Then it struck him, something he remembered from Biology class earlier that semester. Birds' wings were only strong enough to lift the bird themselves in flight, and small prey if the bird if question was a predator. If soaked, their feathers and bodies could become too heavy to remain lifted by the wings. Ducks were the only exception, since their feathers were evolved and groomed in a such a way that water literally slid right off their backs. Somehow Zero doubted that these owl-men could say the same for themselves. He just hoped the earpieces were still working.
"We need to... activate the sprinkler system!" he attempted to say through his piece, having to interrupt himself for a painful breath, "Birds can't fly as well when... ugh, when wet!" after that he frantically looked around himself in the kitchen. Surely there had to be a lighter or something laying around. He just needed some fire, even a small flame would do along as he could get it to reach the smoke detectors.
Feeling warm bleeding from his side, Zero staggered to get up, but stayed low behind the counter so the owl might hopefully believe it successfully killed him. Zero cursed under breath, realizing now that direct attacks against these things just wasn't feasible for him. He just didn't have the kind of strength or durability that 'Squatcho or Levi had. A moment of thought and he decided what his strategy should be. These owl-men attacked from the air, so the only reasonable way to go about fighting them would have to be to take that advantage away from them, but how? Then it struck him, something he remembered from Biology class earlier that semester. Birds' wings were only strong enough to lift the bird themselves in flight, and small prey if the bird if question was a predator. If soaked, their feathers and bodies could become too heavy to remain lifted by the wings. Ducks were the only exception, since their feathers were evolved and groomed in a such a way that water literally slid right off their backs. Somehow Zero doubted that these owl-men could say the same for themselves. He just hoped the earpieces were still working.
"We need to... activate the sprinkler system!" he attempted to say through his piece, having to interrupt himself for a painful breath, "Birds can't fly as well when... ugh, when wet!" after that he frantically looked around himself in the kitchen. Surely there had to be a lighter or something laying around. He just needed some fire, even a small flame would do along as he could get it to reach the smoke detectors.
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