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I'm Pollen, hope you're not allergic. I like writing a myriad of characters in all kinds of genres, so I'm pretty much down for anything roleplay-wise.

Come talk with me if you want! I'm friendly.

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This week:

Monday and Thursday through Saturday from 8:30 PM to midnight PT.
Up to you. The main focus of the thread is the fights, but if you want to add in some behind-the-scenes stuff in your posts then why not?

In fact, maybe rather than waves coming out to attack us, our villains could invade the castle, attacking one section at a time. So using your example, they could burst into a kitchen and interrupt the heroes baking there. This would mean different terrain for every wave, which could be fun.
The cat hung on to Anom's helm with all its might, scratching and scrabbling and screaming in his face even as it was painfully pulled off. It couldn't fight him for long, but then it didn't need to. Before the turquoise guardian could get a good look around him, a mass of webs hit his right arm- and then four soft impacts, coming from behind.

The small squadron of cats that had dashed past Anom hadn't been fleeing, they'd been re-positioning themselves so they could catch him from behind! No sooner had he removed one cat from his helm than two more jumped up on his shoulders, one of them latching onto his visor and immediately blocking his vision again while the other screamed at the top of its lungs. Between them, they'd leave him more or less blind and deaf, unable to mount any effective assault.

Two more focused on the guardian's armored body. Their claws wouldn't do much against his plate, so they went for his joints, cramming their furry bodies into his armpits and hanging onto his arms, impeding his movement even further. The fifth and last of the pack stayed on the ground. As Anom stepped back to avoid further spiderwebs, he'd feel something small and fast slamming into his foot before it could come down, knocking it aside just enough to put him off balance and potentially send him sprawling. Mighty warrior or not, anyone who didn't watch their step could be tripped by an unseen cat!

As for Big Martin himself, he swiftly dropped into a crouch. It didn't look like those daggers were aimed at him, but he didn't have time to be sure, and so ducked down anyways. He was still rapidly gathering air, saving it rather than producing more cats, all to get ready for a big move to finish this enemy off- but before he could unleash it, one of the cats who'd stayed by him meowed loudly, drawing attention to something going on behind him.

Along with the spider-man, two other strange fellows had arrived, bringing with them a... god, what the hell was that abomination? Finishing move be damned, he didn't want to be in the thick of things when that monster got involved. Without further ado, the supervillain dashed off in roughly the same direction as Kentucky Tom, making himself scarce while his cats still hindered Anom, who hopefully looked more tasty than Big Martin did right now.
This week:

Every day except Tuesday and Wednesday from 8:30 PM to midnight PT.
A knight with a sword, was it? Perfect choice of theme for someone defending a castle, although what drove the man to choose such obnoxiously colored armor Big Martin could only guess at. Even as he wondered at the fashion sense of this first enemy, however, the cat master also noted the danger posed by a big fucking sword, and slowed down on approach, coming to a halt several feet away from his enemy- just far enough to be sure he was of the sword's reach.

About half of his cats stopped with him, but five raced forwards as a group, quickly closing the remaining distance. They'd spaced themselves out, just enough that it'd be hard to strike at more than one at once with the blade.

Swift as they were, however, these weren't the main threat. Now that Big Martin had moved closer, something would become evident to the turquoise guardian: the man seemed to be producing some kind of wind about him. Not powerful enough to be of any hindrance, but it was as if all the air in the vicinity were being drawn towards the man with a kitten hanging off his face.

The supervillain drew back his right hand, as if about to unleash some terrible spell-

And then made a sudden underhand throwing motion with his left. As he did so, a cat materialized above his left hand, tensed and ready to pounce. As Big Martin threw it forwards it leaped out of his hand, combining its own strength with that of its master to launch itself straight towards Anom's visor, yowling loudly all the way.

If it met its target, it would cling to his helmet with its claws, using its body to block his visor and deny him vision. At the same time, the cats who had been advancing before would dash past the guardian's feet, taking advantage of the armored man's temporary distraction to slip around him.
Life as a villain can be pretty rough sometimes. You're just minding your own business, conquering the universe, when all of a sudden a bunch of ungrateful scrubs show up saying they don't want to be crushed beneath your totalitarian heels as you ascend to godhood, and no sooner have you handed them their asses than another bunch of so-called 'heroes' shows up to annoy you still further. Over time, it starts to become a real problem.

There's an easy solution to all this, however. As those pathetic do-gooders love to proclaim: nothing is stronger than the power of friendsh- damn it, one can't just say that with a straight face. So call it, ehhh, 'mutually beneficial alliance?'

Point is, every competent villain (and the Big Bad was a competent villain indeed) makes sure to keep a list of stone-cold badasses on speed-dial. When the forces of good unite, evil unites right back at 'em! Take that, you overly generous pansies!

***


In a certain bustling city on a faraway world, a dark-haired teenager is startled awake by a sharp rapping at the door. With a yawn, he rouses himself, stumbles down the stairs, and cracks it open- only to stumble backwards with a sudden wail.

"B-big Martin?"

For indeed, standing there before him is a tall and lanky man in a white shirt and black suit coat, hissing felines streaming around his feet and perched up on his shoulders. Even as the intruder steps into the room, his furry vanguard spreads out, surrounding the terrified youngster.

"Good morning."

"Dude, we had a deal! No aggression between our sides until-"

Big Martin cuts him off with a wave of his hand. "Don't worry, I'm not here to fight. Just calling in a favor."

The teenager groans, but relaxes a little. "Geez, would it really have killed you to let me know in advance?" When no reply is forthcoming, he sighs resignedly. "All right, fine. What do you want?"

Smiling, the supervillain hands him a slip of paper. "Portal, these coordinates. I've a favor of my own to fulfill."

***


A few moments later, a glowing gateway opens in front of the abandoned fortress, and Big Martin steps out, accompanied by about a dozen small cats. His features are hidden, masked by the kitten currently climbing up his face, but he seems to be smiling. As the portal behind him snaps shut, he stretches out his arms, cracking his knuckles.

"All right, boys and girls! Let's flush these little mice out of their castle."

There's a shrill yowling in response, then man and cats alike charge towards the front gate and its turquoise guardian. A blatant and obvious assault by all accounts, but then he knows there will be other villains coming, and big distractions are a specialty of his.
Busy week!

Should still be around Thursday-Saturday from 7:30 PM to 10:00 PM PT, though.
Bad guy with morals or too much pride?


Bit of both.
Can Big Martin control cat girls?


A man with his powers could.

But Big Martin never would.
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