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EchoicChamber
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I'm EchoicChamber, though I mostly go by Echo.
I'm in my twenties, and returned here on a whim.
I have no idea what's happening at any given moment.
I'm in my twenties, and returned here on a whim.
I have no idea what's happening at any given moment.
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Delta wanted nothing more than to pursue CatBoy out of the bank- especially after he literally started throwing arms around- but as soon as she leaned forward to begin the hunt, Army Guy had already dashed on out after him. Grunting a little, she swung her crowbar off her shoulder. If she couldn’t get the head honcho, she could at least make sure that his henchmen wouldn’t be causing any trouble for the people stuck in all this mess. If they weren’t taken care of, then there would be no saying what would happen if one of them got jumpy with all the heroes about.
She was pulling together another sound bomb together when she was sent stumbling into the nearest wall, the ground shuddering beneath her feet. Above, Delta could hear the screams of the unfortunate many that had gotten trapped upstairs.
The bank was coming down, and, if they couldn’t move fast, so would several innocents.
Eyes shooting wide open, Delta’s attention snapped towards one of the few heroes still loitering about the place- the other, much less flashy teleporter- and she gave a loud whistle, shooting the sound over his way to be heard over the roar of the great earth. With another, strained grunt, Delta jerked her head upwards, gesturing frantically at the roof above them. As much as she wanted to run upstairs and drag as many people out as she could, trying to pull a stunt like that would probably just end up landing her in a nice sandwich with the rest of the people there. A teleporter would be the only one capable of getting them all out in time.
Hoping that the message had been conveyed, she turned, swinging her crowbar into the temple of the nearest henchmen. Satisfaction warmed her veins as she watched the man crumple to the floor. Like the kind you got after getting in a good workout. She ignored it as she moved to help one trembling woman off the floor, gently pushing her towards the exit. It seemed like Catman’s party had begun to scatter with the explosion, so all Delta really had to do was keep an eye out for retaliation as she moved from one hostage to the next, coaxing them out of the building.
A dangerous amount of rubble had fallen by the time Delta had cleared out all the people in the lobby- at least, she hoped it was all the people, at the very least. A dark, gnarled part of her told her to leave the fallen henchman where he was. He had, after all, consciously aided in the attempted murder of countless people. But she silenced it, stuffed it away, and, with some effort, managed to drag the man out and to the feet of the police waiting outside.
She was pretty sure she had heard something crack when she hit the guy.
That was probably enough punishment as it was.
That taken care of, Delta took one last uncertain glance towards the ruins of the bank, then silently went to help the police attend to the hostages until the paramedics arrived.
By now, the chances of her being able to catch up to Catboy were slim indeed.
She was pulling together another sound bomb together when she was sent stumbling into the nearest wall, the ground shuddering beneath her feet. Above, Delta could hear the screams of the unfortunate many that had gotten trapped upstairs.
The bank was coming down, and, if they couldn’t move fast, so would several innocents.
Eyes shooting wide open, Delta’s attention snapped towards one of the few heroes still loitering about the place- the other, much less flashy teleporter- and she gave a loud whistle, shooting the sound over his way to be heard over the roar of the great earth. With another, strained grunt, Delta jerked her head upwards, gesturing frantically at the roof above them. As much as she wanted to run upstairs and drag as many people out as she could, trying to pull a stunt like that would probably just end up landing her in a nice sandwich with the rest of the people there. A teleporter would be the only one capable of getting them all out in time.
Hoping that the message had been conveyed, she turned, swinging her crowbar into the temple of the nearest henchmen. Satisfaction warmed her veins as she watched the man crumple to the floor. Like the kind you got after getting in a good workout. She ignored it as she moved to help one trembling woman off the floor, gently pushing her towards the exit. It seemed like Catman’s party had begun to scatter with the explosion, so all Delta really had to do was keep an eye out for retaliation as she moved from one hostage to the next, coaxing them out of the building.
A dangerous amount of rubble had fallen by the time Delta had cleared out all the people in the lobby- at least, she hoped it was all the people, at the very least. A dark, gnarled part of her told her to leave the fallen henchman where he was. He had, after all, consciously aided in the attempted murder of countless people. But she silenced it, stuffed it away, and, with some effort, managed to drag the man out and to the feet of the police waiting outside.
She was pretty sure she had heard something crack when she hit the guy.
That was probably enough punishment as it was.
That taken care of, Delta took one last uncertain glance towards the ruins of the bank, then silently went to help the police attend to the hostages until the paramedics arrived.
By now, the chances of her being able to catch up to Catboy were slim indeed.
Edit: Never mind! I got a flash of inspiration for the post.
@Skinner35 Mmmm. Has anyone taken out Cheshire's men that came in with him yet? Cause I don't think that Delta would just sit back and watch in the middle of a conflict, especially after Cheshire just ran out, haha.
@Skinner35 Joking aside, though, would you be willing to give a few suggestions as to what Delta could be doing? I'm kind of at a loss at the moment. ^^;
@Skinner35 It's fine. It's just that I've been running around a lot today due to some family stuff, so I haven't really had the time to check Guild often or hammer out a post. It's kind of my bad for not keeping overly updated, but I might have to take a hot minute to figure out what the hell Delta's been doing this whole time, haha.
Oh fuck, I've missed a lot, haha. Lemme read back to see what I can have Delta doing, cause at the moment it seems like she's just been sitting around.
“A tip for you, Minnie.” Harley’s hands were flying over a pile of scattered tea leaves, meticulously picking out the ones that looked far too damaged for proper use. “If you’re trying to get anywhere, you want a bike. Your everyday car won’t cut it, and if you try going anywhere without one, then you’re just gonna wind up with the cops on your tail. If you don’t have a bike, you’re just better off walking. You getting me, kiddo?"
Delta had been given that little snippet of advice when she had first gotten into her vigilante career, and she had spent the past year or so begrudgingly saving up almost every single penny she had gotten from work to get her hands on a bike. She was nowhere near close to actually getting one, but it gave her aching feet something to look forward to, at least. The mutant was currently strolling the streets per usual, crowbar slung lazily over her shoulder, politely ignoring the bewildered stares shot her way as she went along.
Contrary to what the movies would lead you to believe, vigilantism wasn’t always just action packed battles and rock music blasting from some invisible stereo. It really mostly involved a lot of wandering around unless you had a real lead to follow.
Or until you were lucky enough to stumble across a crime in progress.
Like right now.
She was making her last loop around this particular block when the sound of bank alarms pierced its way into her focus. Eyes widening, Delta’s head snapped around to the building, allowing her to see several other merry costumes decking it out right smack in the middle of the place via window. Grunting a little, Delta hauled her ass over, slipped past the police through the doors, and tried to figure out who was doing what in all this mess.
Out of the three suits there, Delta had a strong feeling that it was the guy wearing cat ears, talking in the voice of a 90s era cartoon villain, and swinging a knife around that was the one causing the most trouble here.
Just a hunch.
Casting a glance to one of the other guys hanging around (by far the most well prepared, given the fact that he was toting around enough artillery for a small army), Delta turned back to the odd cat man and concentrated on channeling her power. Eyes narrowing with the effort, she drew the screams of the panicked bystanders from their mouths, pulled it into a neat little ball of invisible sound, and dragged it right beside CatMan’s ears before letting it pop. The effect would be similar to a flashbang going off, if the flashbang also somehow contained the ungodly shrieks of the damned.
Delta had learned quickly enough that, when it came to facing villains, fighting fair would just land you with a knife in the ribs more often than not. Better to pull your aces first before they could.
@JImFromTheOfice@Skinner35
Delta had been given that little snippet of advice when she had first gotten into her vigilante career, and she had spent the past year or so begrudgingly saving up almost every single penny she had gotten from work to get her hands on a bike. She was nowhere near close to actually getting one, but it gave her aching feet something to look forward to, at least. The mutant was currently strolling the streets per usual, crowbar slung lazily over her shoulder, politely ignoring the bewildered stares shot her way as she went along.
Contrary to what the movies would lead you to believe, vigilantism wasn’t always just action packed battles and rock music blasting from some invisible stereo. It really mostly involved a lot of wandering around unless you had a real lead to follow.
Or until you were lucky enough to stumble across a crime in progress.
Like right now.
She was making her last loop around this particular block when the sound of bank alarms pierced its way into her focus. Eyes widening, Delta’s head snapped around to the building, allowing her to see several other merry costumes decking it out right smack in the middle of the place via window. Grunting a little, Delta hauled her ass over, slipped past the police through the doors, and tried to figure out who was doing what in all this mess.
Out of the three suits there, Delta had a strong feeling that it was the guy wearing cat ears, talking in the voice of a 90s era cartoon villain, and swinging a knife around that was the one causing the most trouble here.
Just a hunch.
Casting a glance to one of the other guys hanging around (by far the most well prepared, given the fact that he was toting around enough artillery for a small army), Delta turned back to the odd cat man and concentrated on channeling her power. Eyes narrowing with the effort, she drew the screams of the panicked bystanders from their mouths, pulled it into a neat little ball of invisible sound, and dragged it right beside CatMan’s ears before letting it pop. The effect would be similar to a flashbang going off, if the flashbang also somehow contained the ungodly shrieks of the damned.
Delta had learned quickly enough that, when it came to facing villains, fighting fair would just land you with a knife in the ribs more often than not. Better to pull your aces first before they could.
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@Skinner35 Sweet, sweet! :D I'll get to work on an intro soon enough.
@RumikoOhara Hello again, Rumiko!
@RumikoOhara Hello again, Rumiko!
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