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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

@VATROU Some heroes don't fly at the speed of sound. Might can't actually fly, just walk anywhere. And even then, he can't actually walk faster in the air. And getting there winded would be problematic, especially if he need to save lives in a rush. He also just got off a shift at work, so he doesn't know HOW late he already is. So he's a combination of already tired and doesn't want to get even more tired before he gets there. Y'know?

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This too is a viable option.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

As much as fantastically inhuman abilities can grant a man, Might was still on the whole nearly homeless. In a run down tennement in Manhattan, living off of very small amounts of money done from odd jobs. Even the mightiest of heroes still needs to work, and getting a job without a social security number or any form of identification is difficult.

Might was employed as a laborer for a Chinese Immigrant family that ran a laundromat. They frequently needed new machines because they lived near a pretty bad part of town, and the man was too old to go out and carry a machine down the road. Especially without getting caught by some of the same unsavory sorts who keep stealing his machines. Might, with his strong back and good work ethic was a perfect employee.

Since he was able to go out, pick up two semi-functional machines and repair them pretty handily, Might was Mister Jiang's favorite employee. Even over his own son. This fact actually bothered Might, but he couldn't bring himself to tell Jiang that his son was only working slowly because he's hurt.

After a shift at work, repairing three of the machines and bringing in a new machine to the back, Might was headed home. Min had given him a bowl of rice and dumplings, she always gave him some food when he went home. Might appreciated it since he didn't need to survive off of much. She saved him so much money by giving him something to eat. He'd saved up a pretty nice sum of money and was hoping to upgrade to a nicer apartment soon, though that wasn't really hopeful.

It was a repeated report, after it had already played. This was made clear by the summarization of the events, these news reports were pretty helpful to be totally frank. Some lunatic had been planting bombs of forced evolution or something? Kooks are getting kookier every year, though this wasn't even the kookiest thing he's seen on the news in the past year. Apparently the nearest bomb was in Philly? Might was about an hour or so away from there, if he took a cab!

The hero looked over at the jar of money, keenly disguised as a jar of honey. A frown in the formative stages on his face. The money that he had saved was, well, not terribly much. It was enough for a down payment on a new apartment but that really wasn't that much considering. And cab fare from Manhattan to Philly would be expensive.

It wasn't like he could walk.

Might's frown grew across his face, his brow furrowed and his cheeks puffed slightly. A weak sigh passed through his nostrils as he stood from his chair, cutting off the TV and walking over to his jar. He grabbed the jar in both hands and popped the top off. "I'm Might, not Arthur. Arthur can save his money and solve crimes after they've been commited. Might stops crimes and saves lives." Might pressed the jar against his forehead and groaned, he was about to do something really stupid.

After the time-consuming costume change, and a quick shave of his face. Might darted out the door with a couple hundred tucked away in his breast pocket. (Tunics generally don't have pockets, so he had one stitched into the inside of his tunic.) It took him a good sprint to get out to an actual street where he could flag down a cab, and even then it took him another good minute to actually catch one. The man laughed at him, because he gets commission and he was about to grab a fantastic penny from this man dressed up like a storybook character.

Might shoved the money into his hands and told him to go, and off Might went. A solid three hour drive down from Manhattan to Philly, Might knew that he was taking a couple back roads to run the price up. What other choice did he have, he didn't have a car or anything of the sort.

Might just hoped that he wouldn't be too late upon arrival.

Arena Chat Thread

@MelonHead
@Darth
You "CAN" wear a buckler on your arm and still have a free hand.

I know how they were worn dudes, I'm saying that as a fictional character, you have liberties with following historical accuracy. Especially if it's for efficiency's sake.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Jiang Chao - The Owner of the Laundromat that Might works at. Father of Yong and Husband to Min. Getting along in years, but still a hard worker. He's a Chinese immigrant who started from nothing and now runs his own business. It's decently successful, though only recently has it started actually gaining any substantial profit since Might joined on. Calls Might Golden-Boy.

Min Chao - The wife of Jiang, she's a sweet woman who Jiang worked hard to bring to America. She remained faithful to him, though she had a very hard time living while he was away. China wasn't particularly easy to get by in without a husband to support her and their child. Calls Might Strongman.

Yong Chao - The young son of Jiang and Min. Rather estranged to his father, since he was away for sixteen years of his life. He isn't lazy, but he isn't a particularly hard worker. It's to spite his father for being away so long, Yong was forced to find a job at the age of twelve to help his mother. Since he came to America he has become engrossed in American culture. Honestly hates Might, is the only person who calls him Arthur.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Hey, can I add a couple characters to my Supporting Characters roster? They're not supers, I just came up with how Might gets money.

Arena Chat Thread

@Enki Because Google has a lot of furry art, I don't know man. Let's not get into a discussion about Furries, I have very negative opinions.

The Robot Uprising?! (Cee Fatalis vs. Virtuoso)

As of this point in his work he wasn't particularly busy, it was a game of waiting until the drill completed its tunneling. That was a tremendously boring wait, but when you can stop your processing for long periods of time it's not AS boring as it could concievably be. Just before he was readied to shut himself down for the centuries long wait, he heard something. The familiar sound of a missile being fired, which was technically impossible considering the barren nature of the locale. The only thing advanced enough was the derelict ship, it wasn't concievable that it could have possibly come back online and suddenly fired a missile.

Amusing the notion that the ship could have fired off a missile, he turned his attention back towards the ship. Lo'and'behold he was met with the sight of a rather sizeable missile hurtling towards his construct. His processing stuck for a moment, this was more than just an interesting development.

This was a catastrophe.

Before the missile struck the construct he flung himself outide, firing off his boosters and sailing just outside of the eruption's danger-zone. Within a few seconds, literal months worth of work had been decimated. Exterior shells of construct were cracked and spewed aside like glass shards. Fractals of crack patterns formed across the remaining surface as its supports splintered and gave way, collapsing inwards on itself. The entire construct fell apart within moments and suddenly all the lights that ran along the visual center of the automaton turned a bright shade of red.

Though humans couldn't have concievably heard the words that she hollered at him from near a quarter mile away, especially over the sounds of explosion and crumbling hard-light construct. (A strange glassy almost watery sound, except deafeningly loud.) Virtuoso heard her loud and clear, Virtuoso responded. Though probably not loud enough for her to hear, he didn't bother raising his voice. "You have interrupted my work, Android."

It wasn't difficult for him to tell that she was an android, Techno-Organics give off distinctly different signitures than Organic lifeforms. Most notably is the strength of their electromagnetic structure, since humans are more efficient in that regard.

Even a long distance analysis like this was more than enough for Virtuoso to accurately judge the range of her abilities. Though she did have a similar taste for flashiness to his own, she was not using it properly.

It wasn't internalized structures.

The Automaton lifted himself upwards vertically with a quick burst of energy from his feet and shoulders, the upward propulsion put him above the decimated drill and held aloft by small repeated burst of energy from the thrusters around his legs.

As he held himself airborn, strands of honeycomb-light began emerging from all around his body. Wrapping themselves around eachother in spiral patterns. Arranging themselves into what could be percieved as the strange fusion of a Halo and Wings. It was a half circle that bridged his two shoulders and was lined with branched wing-like structures. On his feet were two long blades, angled slightly backwards and directed downwards. These were double-edged swords attached at the heel of his foot, just behind the wheels. Two more blades were attacked to his forearms just behind his wrists. They were placed so they didn't interrupt his hand movements, so they were elevated slgihtly above his hands.

The light that formed these constructs was intentionally given a golden glow, to give himself a heavenly appearance. Though his appearance was already inhuman, it made him seem almost detached from reality. This too was accentuated by the fact that he was passively allowing a soft golden vent of light from all of his channels, vaguely obscuring his appearance. Giving him the visage of a being of smoke, metal and light. The only thing that wasn't visually surrounded by golden light was the alarmingly bright redness of his optic ring.

All of this happened in just a few quarterseconds, it erupted from his body as fast as the light can actually move.

Virtuoso took off from his floating position in a straight path towards the android woman, cutting a golden path through the air at blinding speed. His optic sensory array was reading through everything that he could gather of the woman before he came within metaphorical spitting distance of her. He judged her to be about six feet, maybe slightly taller. Her visual appearance took on a more human look than his own, obviously built by humans or a very human race.

Just as he would come within thirty yards of her he would stop, shunting off a burst of energy forward to slow his horizontal movement. He then would speak again, though only for a moment. "You are in the way, Android. I give you one chance, now, to leave. You do not get another."

Arena Chat Thread

@MelonHead Gotta correct you, you can wear a buckler and still have a free hand. You just have to strap it around your forearm instead of hand.



Edit: I don't know why the hand is a Furry hand.

The Robot Uprising?! (Cee Fatalis vs. Virtuoso)

@DLL I'll be posting in a bit, I've had a few long shifts at work the past couple days and I haven't found the time.