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oh yeah. sure. sorry.
Fallout and...some girl, got in the car. Orren couldn't keep up with the new recruits, and he very seldom tried. Half of them decided that the Superhero life wasn't as fun as they thought and left. The black haired man floored it out of the garage and zoomed towards the city. It was mere minutes before they arrived outside of the old grocery store. Orren got out and scanned the area; no heroes in sight. With a scowl, he got on his headset again.
"Where are you assholes? Please tell me you went on a coffee break and didn't go inside." They went inside; he knew they did. They could dead by now for all he knew. The iceman didn't seem very squeamish about causing injury.
Without waiting for the answer he already knew, he turned to his teammates. "Okay. Who has a plan?"
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Dylan was known for being able to ramble on about nothing for hours, but now, he couldn't find anything to say. He was scared, out of his element. "Uh," He stammered. "What about the circus?" One of his favorite topics was the circus. He took any chance he could to reminisce about it. "You would have liked it, sis; you could have been a firebreather or something."
The clown then proceeded to ramble about his old life.
"Where are you assholes? Please tell me you went on a coffee break and didn't go inside." They went inside; he knew they did. They could dead by now for all he knew. The iceman didn't seem very squeamish about causing injury.
Without waiting for the answer he already knew, he turned to his teammates. "Okay. Who has a plan?"
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Dylan was known for being able to ramble on about nothing for hours, but now, he couldn't find anything to say. He was scared, out of his element. "Uh," He stammered. "What about the circus?" One of his favorite topics was the circus. He took any chance he could to reminisce about it. "You would have liked it, sis; you could have been a firebreather or something."
The clown then proceeded to ramble about his old life.
Why don't you just have her go with them? Orren called out for anyone wanting to go.
Once Fallout had changed and was ready, Orren hurried off to the garage to get them a car. The guild had a small slew of vehicles that helped those who couldn't fly or run super fast get from place to place. The numbers always varied due to one getting blown up or destroyed here and there.
"Anyone else who's coming better get their ass in this fucking car like yesterday," Orren shouted as he got in the driver's seat and started the engine. Once everyone had piled in, he sped off towards the abandoned grocery store. He really hoped no one had done anything stupid yet, like go inside alone or anything.
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"No," Dylan said as he reached to dig in his pocket just in case. "Or- I mean Ichor made me stop carrying all my cool stuff on missions a while ago." His 'cool stuff' usually consisted of bicycle horns, spraying flowers, and rubber chickens. Orren had told him that they were completely useless on a crime fighting mission, but Dylan still chose to disagree. Sometimes he still snuck a rubber nose or two with him, but today had not been one of those days. He did, however, have a half eaten candy bar. Dylan took it out and offered it to Per, in case she was hungry.
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Frostbite was putting the finishing touches on what he called Project Herotrap. The name had sounded better on paper, to be honest. He turned to yell at his assistant to bring him his water when something suddenly fall from the ceiling. At first, Frostbite thought it may have been another rat, or a faulty support beam. This whole goddamn layer was a piece of a shit; when he got these heroes out his way, he'd live in a fucking palace. An ice palace. A really cold one with sculptures and shit.
However, it was not a rat or faulty support beam, but one of the heroes trying to sneak their way into his midst. It was the one with the dog on his shirt; Frostbite wasn't sure what his powers were, but they probably weren't anywhere as cool as ice powers. Cool ice powers; he was such a clever son of a bitch. The hero stood and promptly lost his guts on Frostbite's boot, earning a disgusted scowl and a brick of ice to the face. Those were his favorite sealskins!
"Assistant!" The villain snapped. "Clean this shit up and get me my water! I told you half an hour ago that I was thirsty!"
"Y-yessir." The meek assistant scurried off to get a mop, and of course the villain's water. Meanwhile, Frostbite loomed over the unconscious hero.
"Now...what to do with you. The freezer's awfully crowded. I suppose I could just kill you now and spare me the extra trouble..." His hand glided over the handle of his blade. "But what fun would that be?" The villain grabbed the hero and tossed him over his shoulder. His used one hand to create ice stairs leading up to the ceiling, where he then stuck the hero, hanging upside down with his feet frozen to the ceiling in a block of ice. As he descended back to the floor, he took his stairs down with him. "I sure hope your friends get here before that ice melts," He said smuggly as he left to change his boots.
"Anyone else who's coming better get their ass in this fucking car like yesterday," Orren shouted as he got in the driver's seat and started the engine. Once everyone had piled in, he sped off towards the abandoned grocery store. He really hoped no one had done anything stupid yet, like go inside alone or anything.
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"No," Dylan said as he reached to dig in his pocket just in case. "Or- I mean Ichor made me stop carrying all my cool stuff on missions a while ago." His 'cool stuff' usually consisted of bicycle horns, spraying flowers, and rubber chickens. Orren had told him that they were completely useless on a crime fighting mission, but Dylan still chose to disagree. Sometimes he still snuck a rubber nose or two with him, but today had not been one of those days. He did, however, have a half eaten candy bar. Dylan took it out and offered it to Per, in case she was hungry.
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Frostbite was putting the finishing touches on what he called Project Herotrap. The name had sounded better on paper, to be honest. He turned to yell at his assistant to bring him his water when something suddenly fall from the ceiling. At first, Frostbite thought it may have been another rat, or a faulty support beam. This whole goddamn layer was a piece of a shit; when he got these heroes out his way, he'd live in a fucking palace. An ice palace. A really cold one with sculptures and shit.
However, it was not a rat or faulty support beam, but one of the heroes trying to sneak their way into his midst. It was the one with the dog on his shirt; Frostbite wasn't sure what his powers were, but they probably weren't anywhere as cool as ice powers. Cool ice powers; he was such a clever son of a bitch. The hero stood and promptly lost his guts on Frostbite's boot, earning a disgusted scowl and a brick of ice to the face. Those were his favorite sealskins!
"Assistant!" The villain snapped. "Clean this shit up and get me my water! I told you half an hour ago that I was thirsty!"
"Y-yessir." The meek assistant scurried off to get a mop, and of course the villain's water. Meanwhile, Frostbite loomed over the unconscious hero.
"Now...what to do with you. The freezer's awfully crowded. I suppose I could just kill you now and spare me the extra trouble..." His hand glided over the handle of his blade. "But what fun would that be?" The villain grabbed the hero and tossed him over his shoulder. His used one hand to create ice stairs leading up to the ceiling, where he then stuck the hero, hanging upside down with his feet frozen to the ceiling in a block of ice. As he descended back to the floor, he took his stairs down with him. "I sure hope your friends get here before that ice melts," He said smuggly as he left to change his boots.
Not accepted
Orren shrugged off Simon's hand, but seemed to have at least taken the gesture to heart. He took a deep breath in and let it out, ready for business. He proceeded to flip Collin off and turned to Fallout.
"Let's get back to the base and get this over with." He had a iceman to strangle. The thought that the villain may have hurt either one of his friends made his blood boil even more. Per was like a sister to him; any harm done to her was immediately taken personally. And anyone that could hurt sweet, innocent Dylan deserved to be shot.
The trip back to the base was a quick one. Orren went to check the tracking system for Dylan or Per while Fallout changed his suit. It took a little while for the computer to start up, but once he opened the program, it became painfully obvious that this villain was either an idiot, or leading them into a trap. Two blips showed up, plain as day, a few miles from the group. Orren cursed as he got on his comlink.
"Guys, I found them. By the looks of the map, their near the old Grocery store on Fairview. I have a feeling Frosty's expecting us."
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"Oh, no, it's fine," Dylan stammered when he felt Per shift away from him. The gap was instantly filled with coldness; harsh, bitter coldness. He hesitantly reached out to put an arm around Per. The only person that he really ever got hugs from was Orren, and it was usually because Dylan enforced a strict, daily hug policy. Orren usually grumbled and cursed at him, but he never tried to stop him. He couldn't help but hope that maybe, when they got back home, Per would remain unafraid of him. He really didn't like scaring his friends.
"Let's get back to the base and get this over with." He had a iceman to strangle. The thought that the villain may have hurt either one of his friends made his blood boil even more. Per was like a sister to him; any harm done to her was immediately taken personally. And anyone that could hurt sweet, innocent Dylan deserved to be shot.
The trip back to the base was a quick one. Orren went to check the tracking system for Dylan or Per while Fallout changed his suit. It took a little while for the computer to start up, but once he opened the program, it became painfully obvious that this villain was either an idiot, or leading them into a trap. Two blips showed up, plain as day, a few miles from the group. Orren cursed as he got on his comlink.
"Guys, I found them. By the looks of the map, their near the old Grocery store on Fairview. I have a feeling Frosty's expecting us."
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"Oh, no, it's fine," Dylan stammered when he felt Per shift away from him. The gap was instantly filled with coldness; harsh, bitter coldness. He hesitantly reached out to put an arm around Per. The only person that he really ever got hugs from was Orren, and it was usually because Dylan enforced a strict, daily hug policy. Orren usually grumbled and cursed at him, but he never tried to stop him. He couldn't help but hope that maybe, when they got back home, Per would remain unafraid of him. He really didn't like scaring his friends.
I'll have to post after I get home from work =P
GrandDM2 said
So was I.
Well in that case, yes. No fun.
Yeah, sure =P They can have a secret maintenance crew.
I was talking about the ic post.
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