So what's happening here then? Are you GM's gonna do a time skip or. . . ?
A scene change at the very least.
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A scene change at the very least.
I blame @TimeMasterX for this bit.
@FacePunch, took a small liberty at the end of my post. Let me know if I need to edit.
Lord Wraith presents
'O N E K N I G H T T O K I L L T H E B A T'
'O N E K N I G H T T O K I L L T H E B A T'
B L A C K G A T E P E N I T E N T I A R Y - G O T H A M C I T Y
The last mercenary fell at Batman's feet as the floor creaked and groaned beneath him. Below the thick layer of concrete, the metal I-beams twisted as the heat from the Firefly gang's weapons began to warp their structural sustainability. Batarang in hand, the Bat quickly cut through the guards bounds as he ordered them to their feet.
"We need to move now." As the guards began to move, an explosion covered the room, shrapnel ripping through the other men as Batman shielded himself, the floor collapsing beneath him. Reaching to his belt, Batman fired a grapple up through the debris as it anchored itself to the ceiling above, suspending the falling vigilante above the floor.
"Where is he?" Came a confused voice as the dust began to settle.
"Did we not get him?" Another voice came as members of the Firefly began to gather below, poking their weapons into the recently felled debris. "Everything looks like it went according to plan..."
The man's voice trained off as a Batarang buried itself in the man's shoulder. A dark shadow descended from the hole as Batman appeared dropping on the Fireflies. A kick to the solar plexus dropped the first man as the distinct sound of bone cracking was followed by a loud gurgle. The bang and snap of the pneaumatic grapple gun echoed in the open space of the kitchen as the Bat was pulled across the room, his fist shattering the gas mask it impacted with. The Firefly dropping to the ground, shattered glass stained red as blood flowed freely from a newly broken noise. Reaching to his belt, the Bat pulled a handful of pellets from a pouch, smashing them to ground as smoke filled the room.
"Fire you idiots!" A voice ordered before it was immediately silenced. An arm reaching around its throat and tightening on his air pipe as he almost immediately lost consciousness.
"Anyone left!" A panicked voice cried as he emptied the clip to his gun, the smoke clearing to reveal the Bat standing over his fallen comrades. Turning to run, the man felt his legs go out from under him as he was dragged back to the horrifying creature. A strong hand grabbed him by the scruff of his neck as he was hauled to his feet and lifted up so that his face was opposite the Batman's.
"Who put you up to this?" The Bat growled.
"The Terminator!" The man cried, a wet stain appearing on his pants as the smell of urine caused the Bat's nostrils to flare in disguise.
"Deathstroke doesn't work for free, who put the hit out!" The Bat roared again as he swung the helpless gangbanger around, smashing the man against a solid wall. The crack of the man's ribs echoed through the room as he yelped in pain.
"The... F-False Face Society!" He whimpered as the Bat's grip tightened. "The Black Mask wants you dead, you're the only one standing in the way of his empire."
"Where's Deathstroke!" The Bat yelled as another explosion suddenly rocked the room. The Firefly flew from his grasp as Batman found his eyes ringing as his vision came back just in time to see familiar black and orange armor.
"Slade..."
"We need to move now." As the guards began to move, an explosion covered the room, shrapnel ripping through the other men as Batman shielded himself, the floor collapsing beneath him. Reaching to his belt, Batman fired a grapple up through the debris as it anchored itself to the ceiling above, suspending the falling vigilante above the floor.
"Where is he?" Came a confused voice as the dust began to settle.
"Did we not get him?" Another voice came as members of the Firefly began to gather below, poking their weapons into the recently felled debris. "Everything looks like it went according to plan..."
The man's voice trained off as a Batarang buried itself in the man's shoulder. A dark shadow descended from the hole as Batman appeared dropping on the Fireflies. A kick to the solar plexus dropped the first man as the distinct sound of bone cracking was followed by a loud gurgle. The bang and snap of the pneaumatic grapple gun echoed in the open space of the kitchen as the Bat was pulled across the room, his fist shattering the gas mask it impacted with. The Firefly dropping to the ground, shattered glass stained red as blood flowed freely from a newly broken noise. Reaching to his belt, the Bat pulled a handful of pellets from a pouch, smashing them to ground as smoke filled the room.
"Fire you idiots!" A voice ordered before it was immediately silenced. An arm reaching around its throat and tightening on his air pipe as he almost immediately lost consciousness.
"Anyone left!" A panicked voice cried as he emptied the clip to his gun, the smoke clearing to reveal the Bat standing over his fallen comrades. Turning to run, the man felt his legs go out from under him as he was dragged back to the horrifying creature. A strong hand grabbed him by the scruff of his neck as he was hauled to his feet and lifted up so that his face was opposite the Batman's.
"Who put you up to this?" The Bat growled.
"The Terminator!" The man cried, a wet stain appearing on his pants as the smell of urine caused the Bat's nostrils to flare in disguise.
"Deathstroke doesn't work for free, who put the hit out!" The Bat roared again as he swung the helpless gangbanger around, smashing the man against a solid wall. The crack of the man's ribs echoed through the room as he yelped in pain.
"The... F-False Face Society!" He whimpered as the Bat's grip tightened. "The Black Mask wants you dead, you're the only one standing in the way of his empire."
"Where's Deathstroke!" The Bat yelled as another explosion suddenly rocked the room. The Firefly flew from his grasp as Batman found his eyes ringing as his vision came back just in time to see familiar black and orange armor.
"Slade..."
First team mission.
Burn Wraith's shop to the ground.
You want demons?
This is how you get demons!
I changed Mayhew to a straight villain. Decided I liked the idea of a five century old sorcerer running a pawn shop and selling cursed items to the unsuspecting public too much.
Although the only real crime he commits are his prices.
Although the only real crime he commits are his prices.
Morality is dead. Everything is a shade of grey.
Is it actually limited to one of each Archetype? Or is it just like that until they get filled out a bit?
@The Kid Lantern Now, concerning the RP itself, I'm not super good with pre-set archtypes, but I'll see what I can come up with.
Just in case I don't, then don't count me as interested until you see my ass posting a sheet.
That's one of my struggles but I'm kind of just assuming archetypes could be better defined since it's a very open term and can be loosely applied. I mean TV Tropes is pretty good for Superhero Archetypes.
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