I like the idea of the powers, but it seems like it could be toeing the line of OP. All of those energy types are literally everywhere, so he pretty much would have an arsenal of multiple superpowers anywhere he went. Maybe just tone it back to two types of energy?
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Location: Super secret evil villain liar
Black Mask grunted as he was shoved back. He took another step forward, fists balled and ready to swing, before he thought better of it. He knew what Raker would say: this isn't the time or place for a fight. Especial with said Raker slumped on the ground. Mask glared at the man from behind his facade and stalked over to his comrade. Black Mask crouched down beside him and rolled him back a bit. The hooded man stirred ever so slightly, groggily regaining consciousness.
Black Mask took this as a sign that it was okay to move him. He scooped the lanky villain up and turned to give the other man one last look before he headed off down the alley. Once he reached the end, the two vanish in a cloud of black smoke.
Mask reappeared the next street over. He would have to go back and get the equipment on his own. Right now, he needed to worry about getting Mindraker home before someone else decided to confront them. As with before, he took the back roads and alleys, keeping to the shadows as he approached the hideout.
The villain slunk onto a very old residential street, one nestled in the ghetto of the city. It was filled with mostly crack houses and meth dens. One of the many boarded up townhouses sat empty and dilapidated. The former home loomed over the street, looking every bit like an old ghost haunt. Black Mask went around to the overgrown garden in the back and slipped inside. There was a door that sat half on its hinges that led into the basement of the home. Said basement was clearly the only part that was being lived in. The wooden stairs creaked in complaint as Mask slowly descended them. The dreary dwelling was just barely lit by a street light shining though a small window from outside.
There was an old mattress, the springs that stuck out having been taped back in place. It was covered with an old blanket, and a comforter on top of that. Furniture was made out of plastic milk crates and boxes. A lantern sat on the makeshift night stand. Black Mask laid Mindraker down on the mattress and tossed the blanket over him, then plopped down on the foot end. It was cold, no heater and poor insulation. On worse nights, Black Mask had seen his own breath down there. He honestly didn't know how Raker lived here. Maybe because he didn't have any other choice.
Raker seemed content to rest for now, and Mask wished desperately do to so as well. Unfortunately, it was supposed to rain in the morning. If he wanted that equipment to be any good, he had to go back for it immediately. He let out a sigh and stood, heading silently back towards the stairs.
Location: Super secret evil villain liar
Black Mask grunted as he was shoved back. He took another step forward, fists balled and ready to swing, before he thought better of it. He knew what Raker would say: this isn't the time or place for a fight. Especial with said Raker slumped on the ground. Mask glared at the man from behind his facade and stalked over to his comrade. Black Mask crouched down beside him and rolled him back a bit. The hooded man stirred ever so slightly, groggily regaining consciousness.
Black Mask took this as a sign that it was okay to move him. He scooped the lanky villain up and turned to give the other man one last look before he headed off down the alley. Once he reached the end, the two vanish in a cloud of black smoke.
Mask reappeared the next street over. He would have to go back and get the equipment on his own. Right now, he needed to worry about getting Mindraker home before someone else decided to confront them. As with before, he took the back roads and alleys, keeping to the shadows as he approached the hideout.
The villain slunk onto a very old residential street, one nestled in the ghetto of the city. It was filled with mostly crack houses and meth dens. One of the many boarded up townhouses sat empty and dilapidated. The former home loomed over the street, looking every bit like an old ghost haunt. Black Mask went around to the overgrown garden in the back and slipped inside. There was a door that sat half on its hinges that led into the basement of the home. Said basement was clearly the only part that was being lived in. The wooden stairs creaked in complaint as Mask slowly descended them. The dreary dwelling was just barely lit by a street light shining though a small window from outside.
There was an old mattress, the springs that stuck out having been taped back in place. It was covered with an old blanket, and a comforter on top of that. Furniture was made out of plastic milk crates and boxes. A lantern sat on the makeshift night stand. Black Mask laid Mindraker down on the mattress and tossed the blanket over him, then plopped down on the foot end. It was cold, no heater and poor insulation. On worse nights, Black Mask had seen his own breath down there. He honestly didn't know how Raker lived here. Maybe because he didn't have any other choice.
Raker seemed content to rest for now, and Mask wished desperately do to so as well. Unfortunately, it was supposed to rain in the morning. If he wanted that equipment to be any good, he had to go back for it immediately. He let out a sigh and stood, heading silently back towards the stairs.
Creep Bros
Location: News Station 41: The Eye Tags: Douglas song
Black Mask glanced at his watch. It had almost been a minute now; they were starting to get longer each time. He leaned back against the cool brick behind him, hidden in the shadow of the building and a dumpster. He was tired, his eyes growing dangerously heavy. He had almost nodded off when he heard the ever so quiet sound of shoes on rough concrete. His eyes popped open.
There was a man crouched over Raker, and Black Mask couldn't tell if he was trying to help or hurt. It didn't really matter, did it? Mindraker had stopped seizing, but was still unconscious. His limp form laid lifelessly on the cold ground. The only sign he was still alive was the slow rise and fall of his ribs, just a bit too prominent under his too-big hoodie.
Black Mask lunged. He seemingly materialized out of the darkness, aiming a hard kick at the man's side.
Location: News Station 41: The Eye Tags: Douglas song
Black Mask glanced at his watch. It had almost been a minute now; they were starting to get longer each time. He leaned back against the cool brick behind him, hidden in the shadow of the building and a dumpster. He was tired, his eyes growing dangerously heavy. He had almost nodded off when he heard the ever so quiet sound of shoes on rough concrete. His eyes popped open.
There was a man crouched over Raker, and Black Mask couldn't tell if he was trying to help or hurt. It didn't really matter, did it? Mindraker had stopped seizing, but was still unconscious. His limp form laid lifelessly on the cold ground. The only sign he was still alive was the slow rise and fall of his ribs, just a bit too prominent under his too-big hoodie.
Black Mask lunged. He seemingly materialized out of the darkness, aiming a hard kick at the man's side.
Creep Bros
Location: News Station 41: The Eye Tags: Douglas song, a band of miscreants
The equipment, once all unplugged and stashed into a large tote, wasn't exactly light. After this haul, they would have to return to their base to drop it off. Once Mindraker was done compiling it all, Black Mask came over to pick it up. He grunted as he shouldered the heavy bag. This would slow them down considerably. He walked slowly towards the door and peered out the window to make sure the street was still clear. All was well. So, like that, the two disappeared again.
Black Mask put them in the alleyway next to the building, and the two began to slowly work their way past the homeless camp that occupied it. People were packed against the walls, snoozing in sleeping bags and small tents. Someone had a barrel fire going. No one stirred to bother the two villains, however. At this point, these guys had probably seen just about everything.
The two crossed the street that the alley exited into and where about to slink into the next before they were stopped. A group of young men, dressed in baggy clothes and smelling of drugs, took notice of them. The leader of the pack, a lanky if not slightly muscular man with a brown paper bag in his hand to hide the booze, waddled his way towards them. He seemed to have misplaced his belt. His minions flanked him, looking every bit as disheveled.
"This ain't your neighborhood, freaks," Was the opening line the man chose. He smirked as he looked them up and down. "What're you tryina' be? Some kind of bad guys? I don't know if you heard or not, but I'm the bad guy in this hood." There was a round of soft chuckles and a couple "Tell 'em man"s from the group. Mindraker wasn't interested. Black Mask eyed them as the two moved to get around the group, but their path was quickly blocked.
"Oh he think he can't talk. What, you too good or somethin'? What you got in that bag, man? You just get done robbin' a bank in my hood, and you think you ain't gon' share?"
This was getting ridiculous.
Mindraker scanned his eyes over their numbers, about eight in total. He should be able to handle them without much strain, but lately he'd been having trouble tackling groups. Black Mask took notice of Raker eyeing the group; he had a bad feeling about this. Last time his cohort tried this, a couple weeks ago, it hadn't worked out so well. Just in case, Black Mask ported away, taking himself to a nearby rooftop to drop the bag off safely and reappearing by Mindraker's side to offer back up.
"Oh! What the fuck!" That was the general reaction of the thugs as Black Mask reappeared. They were starting to cause a ruckus, trying to decide if they should try and take out the two not-so-normal villains. They didn't get a chance to finish before Raker entered their minds, collectively drowning the group in a hazy fog of confusion. The degenerates immediately lost their aggression and started to wander off. Raker kept his hold over their minds until they were far enough away to not start the scene all over again. Once he was satisfied, he released them and turned to stagger off.
Mindraker took a couple clumsy steps, as if he were drunk. He used his hand to guide himself along the brick wall. Black Mask followed behind him, watching him intently. Was he going to...and then there it was.
About halfway down the alley, Mindraker's legs gave out. He crumpled to the group, his body rigid. The hooded man began to convulse violently. Black Mask quickly glanced down either side of the alley, making sure that they were alone. He carefully rolled the seizing man onto his side and backed off to wait it out. He couldn't teleport with Raker like this, not unless he wanted to make it worse. He knew the best thing to do was to wait and hope they went unnoticed.
Location: News Station 41: The Eye Tags: Douglas song, a band of miscreants
The equipment, once all unplugged and stashed into a large tote, wasn't exactly light. After this haul, they would have to return to their base to drop it off. Once Mindraker was done compiling it all, Black Mask came over to pick it up. He grunted as he shouldered the heavy bag. This would slow them down considerably. He walked slowly towards the door and peered out the window to make sure the street was still clear. All was well. So, like that, the two disappeared again.
Black Mask put them in the alleyway next to the building, and the two began to slowly work their way past the homeless camp that occupied it. People were packed against the walls, snoozing in sleeping bags and small tents. Someone had a barrel fire going. No one stirred to bother the two villains, however. At this point, these guys had probably seen just about everything.
The two crossed the street that the alley exited into and where about to slink into the next before they were stopped. A group of young men, dressed in baggy clothes and smelling of drugs, took notice of them. The leader of the pack, a lanky if not slightly muscular man with a brown paper bag in his hand to hide the booze, waddled his way towards them. He seemed to have misplaced his belt. His minions flanked him, looking every bit as disheveled.
"This ain't your neighborhood, freaks," Was the opening line the man chose. He smirked as he looked them up and down. "What're you tryina' be? Some kind of bad guys? I don't know if you heard or not, but I'm the bad guy in this hood." There was a round of soft chuckles and a couple "Tell 'em man"s from the group. Mindraker wasn't interested. Black Mask eyed them as the two moved to get around the group, but their path was quickly blocked.
"Oh he think he can't talk. What, you too good or somethin'? What you got in that bag, man? You just get done robbin' a bank in my hood, and you think you ain't gon' share?"
This was getting ridiculous.
Mindraker scanned his eyes over their numbers, about eight in total. He should be able to handle them without much strain, but lately he'd been having trouble tackling groups. Black Mask took notice of Raker eyeing the group; he had a bad feeling about this. Last time his cohort tried this, a couple weeks ago, it hadn't worked out so well. Just in case, Black Mask ported away, taking himself to a nearby rooftop to drop the bag off safely and reappearing by Mindraker's side to offer back up.
"Oh! What the fuck!" That was the general reaction of the thugs as Black Mask reappeared. They were starting to cause a ruckus, trying to decide if they should try and take out the two not-so-normal villains. They didn't get a chance to finish before Raker entered their minds, collectively drowning the group in a hazy fog of confusion. The degenerates immediately lost their aggression and started to wander off. Raker kept his hold over their minds until they were far enough away to not start the scene all over again. Once he was satisfied, he released them and turned to stagger off.
Mindraker took a couple clumsy steps, as if he were drunk. He used his hand to guide himself along the brick wall. Black Mask followed behind him, watching him intently. Was he going to...and then there it was.
About halfway down the alley, Mindraker's legs gave out. He crumpled to the group, his body rigid. The hooded man began to convulse violently. Black Mask quickly glanced down either side of the alley, making sure that they were alone. He carefully rolled the seizing man onto his side and backed off to wait it out. He couldn't teleport with Raker like this, not unless he wanted to make it worse. He knew the best thing to do was to wait and hope they went unnoticed.
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Hey y'all, just throwing this out there, but after we've progressed in the RP a bit, I'd love to draw everyone's characters in costume! So if you haven't come up with one for your character yet, or have any references photos you like, just send a description/the pictures my way. I have spring break in three weeks so that's probably when I'll get to it.
That's pretty cool. Feel free to use the shitty Mspaint pictures I have for mine :P
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Well, I haven't really thought of it too much. Off the top of my head is a guy who came back from the dead and got ghost powers in the process.
Sounds okay to me
God, I’m a nerd.
Behold, a wiki for this thing.
Omg
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