Korkoa

Variance

Angel yelped as Nevermore's hand clasped around her costume and yanked her back, Angel furiously beating her wings to keep aloft. The other vigilante was right to stop her, some sort of gas was filling the building and Angel could see the SWAT team starting to move in. They'd be useless unless they wanted to fight the police, and that would only make everything worse. But Jason was in there, and he was already registered by NOVA... If he was caught, she might never see her brother again. Nevermore's words caught her attention as she fought the sound of silence ringing in her ears. "You... You mean Ja--Overclock?" she asked, catching herself halfway through her mistake. she cursed inwardly, thankful only that she hadn't said his whole name. "I can call him, tell them to get out..."

Angel brought up her speed dial again, calling her brother for what felt like the hundredth time. "Overclock!" she hissed as the call connected. "SWAT's coming through the hole and the main entrance. Back too, probably. Smash through the windows, that's your best bet..." She said, sending up a silent prayer to anything listening that this would work.

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Overclock took a double-take at the smallish, but impressively built woman as she passed by with the tall, rich-looking one. Had she just called him by his vigilante name? She recognized him? Any other time, Jason would have loved to dwell on that, but things were getting dicey now. The horse-thing had stepped in front of him, blocking a couple bullets from him. This was frustrating, as Overclock would have loved sapping the power out of those tiny projectiles, but no matter. This wasn't his night, apparently. He picked up the incoming call from his sister as he maneuvered himself sideways, keeping a close eye on Tank and the cop.

"Right Angel, out the window... see you soon." He said before hanging up. The gas was coming closer now, it was getting hard to see... Whipping around, Overclock pulled a rubber band from his pocket and fired it at the glass storefront; charging it with what little energy he had remaining from the day. With a mall flash of purple energy, the band punched through the glass, leaving a spiderweb of cracks which fell apart into a rainfall of shards a second later.

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Oscar looked back and forth, his attention caught between the variants and the robbers. Tank seemed to be cooperative, though Overclock looked on edge. To get them out unhurt, Oscar would need a distraction... A smile crossed the policeman's face as the SWAT team began to move, the tear grenades hissing as the gas filled the room. Oscar looked up to take stock before stepping closer to Tank. Visible cameras out of commission, the rest obscured by smoke. SWAT moving, but not in visible range yet. This could work. "Listen close, big guy." Oscar said, raising his gun and pointing it in the air. "Your buddy looks ready to do something stupid. I'll cover you. You shouldn't be in jail. On my signal you guys run, grab anyone else of yours and go."

Focusing on the air around him and taking a deep breath, Oscar floated a foot into the air. He had plenty of practice flying, he could make a 'throw' look convincing. As he watched Overclock turn and crack the window, Oscar lifted his voice and called out; "NHPD, get on the ground, get--" Oscar fired three shots into the air, cutting himself off. Giving Tank a knowing wink, the officer propelled himself backwards through the cloud of gas, intending to provide a distraction and hopefully knock over a few SWATs in the process.

Variance

((Collaboration post between Korkoa and general Scales.))

Jason turned to look in the direction Tank pointed as the pair began to exit the alley, finding that that strange dog had followed him. "Oh, that..." He muttered, glancing up to check the rooftops for any more surprises. "That's a great question. It just showed up and started following me. I've noticed some odd things about it, I think it might be related to another Variant around here somewhere. Seems friendly enough though." Overclock tapped his earpiece again, sending a call out to his sister. "I'm just going to get in touch with another ally, we need all the help we can-- No Angel, I was talking to Tank, sorry." He said as Angel's helmeted face appeared on the small screen hovering in front of him. "Yeah, there's me and Tank down here, you in the sky, I think there's another one of us around here somewhere with a dog..." Jason trailed off as he saw the truck driving towards the bank and heard the shots ringing out. "Time's up, we have to go." Jason growled as he saw the fiery idiot dive down and land on the armored truck. "While they're distracted; we should get the hostages out!" He cried out before pulling his hood up and stepping out of the alley, making a beeline for the bank.

Girard raised an eyebrow as Overclock tried to explain the dog at first but figured if it hadn't troubled them yet, not to mention was related to another Variant, it probably wouldn't be a bad thing to have the pooch around. It was when the phone and holo projection showed up that he was pleased because apparently there was more backup to come should they need it. He'd make an effort to remember names after this just in case any of them crossed paths again and it was a bit more polite than 'yeah you there'. He had seen the truck a second or two ahead of Overclock who was briefing his partner a moment before making him move ahead to the edge of the alley before he heard the gunshots as well as the loud crash of the truck presumablely. The big man bolted a bit ahead of his comrade getting ready to make a bit of a noisy entrance through a side wall of the bank, quicker for them to get in that way and plenty big enough to get the hostages out. The two of them could provide cover pretty well since the civies would be funneling through behind them of course something was going to have to be done about the truck as well but that he could handle. "No time for anything complicated, I'll get us in quickly and give them something to shoot at. Get the hostages moving out the new entrance then you can back me up as needed." Tank said relaying his strategy before he picked up a bit of extra speed and made impact blasting clean through the brick wall ending up roughly between the robbers and the terrified hostages. The big man put his faith in Overclock to get the far more important job done while he charged the criminals and the escape vehicle bellowing out a roar from under his helmet for an extra intimidation factor.

"Right, get them-- Wait, I need-- No he's gone." Overclock grumbled as Tank began to charge. The smaller man didn't have much power built up, he was going to ask for a boost before Tank had started running. Riding the wake of Tank's trail, Jason dashed through the shocked onlookers, deftly leaping over the police barricades and whooping as he saw Tank in action, crashing through the wall of the bank. Skidding to a halt on the polished floors, Jason made a mental note of where the robbers were standing before moving towards the hostages. "Alright folks!" He cried over the noise inside the bank. "Cavalry's here, time to get you out!" He held his staff out in front of himself, motioning towards the huge hole in the wall. "The good officers of our fair city will be waiting out there, just keep your hands high so they know you're coming! Me and the big guy are offering cover, courtesy of your friendly neighborhood Variants!"

Oscar meanwhile, was having a Hell of a night. He'd been in the exact spot where he was stuck between the truck and the Tank, but too far from either to intercept. Yelling in frustration he keyed on his radio and called the officer in charge. "This whole thing is blown to Hell! I'm going in, we have to get those hostages out!" He didn't bother waiting for a reply before tearing the radio off his uniform and throwing it to the ground. He chased after the pair of Variants, feeling his own powers kickstart. The world around seemed to slow as Oscar felt power coursing through him. Speed, stamina, strength, toughness would all be enhanced by now. His reflexes were coming sharper, his mind opening up in new possibilities. Tank; seemingly invulnerable and super strength. Good street reputation for the most part. Despite his size, nobody knew who he was. Overclock; seemingly invulnerable as well, strength seemed to differ between accounts. Leaned a bit more violent than Tank, but never cruel. One possible connection to an unsolved mass murder, but considering the victims it was never pursued. This was the first time the two had been seen together. The outcome seemed hopeful.

Charging into the bank Oscar turned to confront the robbers, stepping up behind Tank. "Drop your weapons!" He bellowed, his voice echoing in the room. "Keep your hands where I can see them, nobody moves! You too Tank, and this won't end badly..." He didn't want to take either of the Variants in. He'd give them every chance to escape if he could. He didn't know if they knew that though...

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Angel let out a small gasp as she heard the shots coming from the bank. She listened in to Jason filling her in before turning to address Nevermore. "We've got allies down there. Overclock, Tank, a dog I guess...? But we have to go, things are happening. Can you get to the bank? I might be able to carry you if you need it." Angel said, eyeing the distance from their roof to the bank.

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Angel paused at the strange sight before her. The heavy costume made it difficult to tell the gender of the person in front of her, but the voice filtering out from the elongated mask sounded feminine. The strange bird-ish creature on the girls shoulder gave Angel pause, but nothing felt ominous to her. Angel prided herself on being able to read someone's intentions and this girl seemed to want to help. "I'm sorry," she said, moving closer to the raven figure and peering over the edge of the roof. "you caught me off guard and I'm kind of on edge... I'm keeping the crowd calm for now, but is there anything else we can do? If we get caught, it's NOVA for us..."

Angel trailed up as the night sky lit up in a flash of colors and shapes. Someone had just stepped off a roof opposite to them and was standing in midair! Giving a grand speech about saving the citizens... "Oh no. Oh that poor idiot. They're gonna shoot him out of the sky or take him to NOVA... But he may have just given us a distraction. What do you think?" Angel was already tapping at her ear-mounted phone to call up her brother and get him into motion.

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Jason squatted beside the strange dog, reaching out to let the thing sniff at him before trying to get any closer. It was a good thing he was close as he was however, as the dog's eyes flashed into wells of darkness before reappearing, and doing the whole act again. As if it was some sort of signal. "Alright, I think I get you..." Jason muttered, moving closer. "So who do you belong to and what do you want?" He asked, curious about this turn but still suspicious.

The grandoise entrance from the Variant above made Jason straighten up and snap to attention. Bigger fish to fry and all. "Hold that though." He told the dog as his ear started ringing. With a flick of his good wrist, Jason brought up his phone display, the holographic image being displayed from the device on his ear into the empty space about a foot from his head. "Already on it, if we're moving now's the time." He said to the concerned-looking image of Angel's helmeted face. "Be safe down there, Overclock." She replied, remembering to use his codename for once. "C'mon Angel, this is me you're talking about. I wouldn't dream of it."

Hanging up the call, Jason made a beeline for the nearest alley. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a black bandana, wrapping around the lower part of his face. Pulling his hood up, the 'disguise' was nearly complete. He needed his gloves and-- Overclock ran into a brick wall of muscle. Looking up, Overclock was shocked to see the costumed visage of Tank, a local legend in this neighborhood. Overclock had never worked with him personally, but he'd seen the big guy's work. Taking a step back, Jason caught his breath and nodded up to the big man. "Tank, right? I'm a big fan." He said, digging into his backpack and pulling out a pair of black, elbow-length gloves. Tank had probably already seen the prosthetic arm Jason wore on his left side, but the gloves would help conceal him from anyone else. Finally he reached into his hoodie pocket and grabbed his staff, unfolding it to its full five foot length with a flick of his wrist. "I'm Overclock. I help clean up the streets too. Looks we got our work cut out for us tonight though, huh?"

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Jason Graves stood near the police line, trying to keep a close eye on the goings-on inside the bank. His hood was up, partially obscuring his face from cameras and prying eyes, just in case he needed to run in. He hoped he didn't have to. This was wrong. This was so far outside of his usual MO. Still early, crowds, cops, this was the opposite of how Overclock worked. Hell, if he hadn't been cutting through this street to get home from work more quickly, he wouldn't even be here. But the tension was building, and if something didn't happen soon... Those guns might not be for show anymore.

Jason glanced up to the rooftops as he felt sense of calm suddenly settle over him. he breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes scanning the skyline. Emma was up there somewhere. She'd be trying to defuse the situation too, in her own way. The second set of eyes was welcoming, and Jason knew she had him on speed dial if they needed to get in touch. Reaching into his hoodie pocket, Jason's real hand closed comfortingly around his folded staff, ready to strike.

Something caught Jason's eye then, pulling his attention from the bank. At the edges of the crowd, a black spot in the sea of bodies. Shifting closer to get a better look, Jason saw the form of a large black dog. No collar, practically silent. Feral dogs weren't unheard of in New Haven, but for one to be here, in this crowd? This early in the evening? Jason edged closer to the beast, noticing that it had some kind of... Unreal quality to it. Something wasn't right about that dog.

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Emma Graves, the younger sister of the vigilante in the streets below, was having her own staredown. She had initially transformed into her angelic form in a small alleyway, not realizing that the cramped space was a bad idea with her 30 foot wingspan. Squeezing out of the far end of the alley she had run a few streets down before taking flight, hoping to be far enough from the bank that she attracted little attention. It seemed to have worked, and she glided low over the rooftops, coming to rest a moment later on top of a rooftop garden overlooking the bank. Close enough that her peaceful aura would begin affecting at least some of the crowd, but not so close that she could draw attention.

That was when Emma noticed the other figure. Just across on the next rooftop, blending in with the shadows under an overhang, was a costumed figure. Like some sort of phantom the raven-faced being stood silent and still, seemingly watching over the square. Angel looked around at the other rooftops, which seemed to be empty for now, before deciding to take the chance. She took off sprinting towards the edge of the roof, leaping off as her foot pushed against the ledge. Her wings unfurled and caught the breeze, sending Angel soaring across the gap and landing solidly on the other side. A quick glance to the skies showed that the choppers and drones still seemed preoccupied with the bank, though that could change at any moment. Moving slowly towards the figure, Angel hissed through her teeth to try and get the others attention. "Hey! Hey, you, Raven-Face! What are you doing up here?"

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Jessica Beadle stood in the middle of the crowd, her arms crossed and a pout on her young face. This was so uncool. She had been planning on hitting this bank next week, after the heat from her last robbery died down. But here these morons were, hitting a bank in the middle of a high alert and ruining it for her! Not to mention the hostage situation, and the obvious panic inside the bank. Amateurs.

Tapping her foot impatiently, Jessie pulled her long brown coat around herself tighter. Her phone buzzed to life and a message blasted into her ears through the ear buds she had added to her ensemble, making her wince with the sudden noise. Kit Kat was online, blasting out a message... A call about this very bank, asking for help from... People like herself. Jessie grinned and cricked her knuckles, shivering in anticipation as she felt the slight release of static electricity from her hands. Score some brownie points and get these goons to back off her turf? Yes please...

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Oscar Fonatine stalked the edge of the police barrier like a tiger stalked the wall of his enclosure at the zoo. This was a nightmare. Any one of a million things could go wrong at any one of a million moments. First priority; the hostages. Second priority; crowd control. Third priority; the robbers.If he had to, Officer Fontaine knew he would put himself between the robbers and the hostages. He just had to get there first. The hostage negotiator was bumbling his way through the handbook, and not a damn thing was working.

They'd have to send in a team soon, and Oscar knew he'd be on it even if he didn't volunteer. His 'brothers' in blue had nothing to lose by sending him, and everything to gain. Either he pulled off another miracle, take down every one of those bastards without a single fatality; or it'd be his body on the floor. And then the corrupt police force of the city would finally be rid of him, the biggest thorn in their side since Wulf had left the force.

The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

Very much so. I havr been wanting to do that to Jason for about a year.

The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

I'm just waiting on @MegaOscarPwn to reply again, it seems like a good place to jump back in and there seems to be a few characters interacting there or orbiting the conversation.

Star Wars: Scav's

My apologies @Almosegosum@frapet, work has been pretty draining lately. I have a post up now though.

Star Wars: Scav's

Roka strode up to the door, pulling his repair kit off of his belt and removing the face of the locking mechanism that would lead them onto the dead ship. He knelt beside the exposed panel, wishing he had a dedicated slicing kit as he listened to the doctor describe the layout of the ship from memory. He began to use his repair tools to interface with the vulnerable locking mechanism, given a few moments he could get the door open. Not as quickly or cleanly as a slicing kit, but it would get the job done. "Hopefully we won't have to choose." He replied to Marr, focusing on the task at hand. "But if worst comes to worst, I say we take the more expensive stuff. Between all our contacts, we should be able to find someone to fence it pretty simply, even if it's more, what'd you say? 'Esoteric'? I think we can handle it."

The tinny voice of the stowaway on the comm gave Roka pause, putting one of the repair terminals between his teeth to grab his link. "Great work kid, that's the kind of info we need." He said, his voice somewhat muffled by the tool in his mouth. "I want you to stay down there and keep an eye on that pod, okay? If they take off, blast them to pieces; we don't need runners complicating things." He said, hoping the boy would follow orders. If killing could be avoided, Roka would have preferred that option. However, there would be no getting around it soon enough, he felt.

Roka paused in his work as his antennae pricked upwards, someone was approaching the door... Panic, insecurity, but also a kind of determination... A feeling of grim. "We have a welcoming commitee." He said to the doctor. "I think it's two. Strong feelings coming from one, but something a lot more subdued too... I'd guess one of the scientists and a trooper. I get a bad feeling coming from them. I'm going to pop the doors in a second here, we both hide behind the wall for cover. See what they do. If they surrender, great. If not, I'm shooting back." Roka waited for a moment for his companion to get into place, then pressed a final button on the panel, the door sliding open with a hiss.

The Balosar threw himself behind cover as a burst of blaster fire rained from the open doorway. He was nearly singed by the shots from the trooper, but the other one seemed to just be firing blind. Roka waited a few seconds for the initial burst to fade slightly before getting to his feet and running across the door's opening towards the opposite wall. As he ran he drew his twin blasters and fired off a half a dozen shots, hoping to get at least one of their foes.

The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

Jason slid out of the truck silently as they arrived at their destination, keeping a curious eye on the silent girl and her adverse reaction to Tommy's display of his powers. Sure, people like them weren't commonplace, and Jason had seen more than his fair share of hostility towards people with powers, but never from someone who supposedly had a set of her own. He'd have to keep an eye on her, that didn't bode very well.

The Irishman perked up a bit as he heard the familiar accent from the solder speaking with their leader, though he chose to stay back at this point as well. Though his father was Irish through and through, Jason himself had spent most of his life never seeing the emerald hills of his father's land. It was only recently that Jason had even met his father, and adopted the dialect that seemed his birthright. He smiled politely to McKenley as he followed the group onto the plan, smiling slightly under his bandana as he heard that their equipment was on board.

Following the group to the overhead compartments, Jason rifled around until he found an old friend. His fingers closed around a wooden staff and he pulled it out slowly feeling the carvings and the worn handgrip from years of use. This, along with his bandana and violin were the only things he'd managed to save from that night. The violin had to stay behind for obvious reasons, but this... He would use this and his mask to take his revenge against the army that took his family from him. Slipping his wrist through the loop of soft leather at the top of the staff, Jason turned and found a seat. This was the only thing he'd taken, aside from the obvious; standard provisions and such. He traveled light. One had to, in his life.

Jason turned and looked at the man next to him, chuckling softly at the obvious nervousness of Oscar, the Spaniard with the Italian-sounding alias. He leaned in a bit closer and planted the end on his staff on the floor, bracing himself on it. "Ye think they'd put us an' their solders on board a faulty plane, friend?" He asked, ribbing the other man playfully. "Nah, the motor'll be jus' fine, mark my words! It's all the bullets that we'll hafta worry about, enemy airspace an' all." Leaning back Jason lowered his voice just slightly, enough that he hoped it would be taken as more serious. "Course, if tha' were to happen... Straight to Valhalla with ye, eh? Carried on the wings of Valkyries, off to enjoy an eternity of everylastin' glory, honor, feastin', drinkin'. Half-Vikin' an' all, plus goin' down in glorious battle... You've got somethin' to look forward to either way, dontcha think?"

@MegaOscarPwn

The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

Oh, @Lady Selune I've been meaning to ask. I had meant to add a violin to Jason's equipment, but completely spaced on it when I wrote his CS. Can I add that in now, or should we just leave it behind?