Chev The Estate
The guards looked up from their reverie and one absently nodded, "Yeah ok man. We're not your babysitters. We'd appreciate it if you got some booze though. Guard duty get's boring as hell." His partner snorted, "Unless those meta-freaks decide to bust in. Then you wouldn't want to be drunk." The man chuckled, "I wouldn't want to be sober to have some freak rip off my head. I'll take being drunk thank you very much." The guards began arguing and they stopped paying any attention to Sixgun.
The Den
Morningstar's cameras revealed something. In fact all of them revealed something. In each and every room there was a human being. Most of the rooms were occupied by young women in their late teens or early twenties of various races. They were all sound asleep and chained to a bare bed in a room with a toilet, a sink, and nothing else. Runes ran over the walls, floors, and ceilings in thick black. Each bed have an IV hooked up to the woman on it and anomalous fluids dripped into them. Three or four rooms didn't have young women. Three had adult men while the last had a woman in her thirties.
They were superhumans. The woman had bat-like wings spread out on the floor beneath her while one man's skin seemed as much too reflective and plastic to be organic. Another man had skin as black as pitch while the last looked completely normal save being almost seven feet tall. They all had the same set-up as the woman. And in the last room there was a young girl, with pale skin and long black hair she couldn't have been more than ten years old. All of them were in the exact same state as the young women, dead to the world.
The Hall
At the front desk, Anima barely batted an eye as the security team let St. Francis enter. She smiled at him and said, "How may I help you? Here to sign up?" On his travels E-Vyle eventually stumbled onto the massive library that League members like Destiny and Savant had amassed. The Library's size and collection of texts would rival any library worth the name in the country if not the world. Shifter and Break Neck found the hospital wing, the busiest section of the Hall as the League doctors and healers processed the casualties from the Prison Riot.
One of them Orchid, smiled at Shifter and waved them in, finishing up with one Leaguer who broke an arm. She looked at Break Neck and settled her onto a bunk before getting to work. In a holding cell close to the captured Legion members, Salvation remained out cold. Suddenly, Joe Black felt a voice in his ear. It was Prudence, one of Destiny's apprentices. The young woman said, "Joe I require your presence in the Sorcery Circle. I need your help with some experiments."
The Prison
As Emmanuel's chain wraps around the orb, it shatters into hundreds if not thousands of tiny shards. The man screams in agony and clutches his head as he does and suddenly the dampening field is lifted, ambient magic energy flowing back into the Prison like water into a hole. The blue-eyed man stumbled and groaned when Apogee shot forward and punched him in the gut, sending him flying into the heavy shelf with a grunt of impact. He hit the floor and then the shelf crashed on top of him and he was out. Apogee raced to Volt's side and easily picked him up with one hand. She picked up the Warden with the other. Apogee turned to Emmanuel and said, "Restrain the villain. Then get to max security and help the Leaguers there. I'll make sure Volt and the Warden get medical attention." She flew out of the open window to a VTOL which would send Volt back to the Hospital Wing of the League.
Sarin grunted as her head hit the floor until finally she groaned and could barely move. She weakly strained and the predators around them seemed to anticipate the kill. With a weary, wet laugh blood sprayed out of Sarin's face, "Well you win. But I still kill you." Slowly but surely, Sarin's wounded body started to transform into her gaseous form, the process much slower than usually as skin started to melt away into yellow gas. Xaxx, Diluvian, and Reaper all stepped back as Copycat cursed, "They took out the dampener! We gotta go. We'll have the whole League on us soon!" He turned to go into the portal, Knightmare on his heels.
Polaris stood, "I'm not going anywhere till you take this off. I know them. You'll need me if you want to beat them." Copycat sneered, "And why should I trust you? You love killing criminals like us." Polaris smirked, "True. But I love living too. And I hate the League just as much as you. We can work together as long as it takes." Copycat smiled and pressed a switch, suddenly Polaris's collar fell off and immediatly the fallen hero began to shine with a lambent glow. Knightmare snarled, "What about Sarin?" Xaxx, Diluvian, and Reaper were starting to leave. Copycat shrugged, "Leave her. She's not essential to our plans."
Suddenly the Desert Vampire attacked Behemoth who bellowed in rage and pain. The pistol rounds barely did any damage to his enhanced hide but they still hurt. The rage monster twisted around and barreled at Desert Vampire, with the Growth and Sarco spread out on either side and all charging at him. Copycat cursed and shouted, "Kill that guy and let's go!"
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Yeah this thread's popularity is hella bipolar
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Yog, Why can't you post? Hot Rod could basically just speed on in.
Also I'd love a Sonic controller. Those kinds of powers are the ones I'd love to see more of. Not typical melee based powers but interesting without having to completely make an original powerset.
Also I'd love a Sonic controller. Those kinds of powers are the ones I'd love to see more of. Not typical melee based powers but interesting without having to completely make an original powerset.
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Crimson Fox smiled at Gypsy and wrapped her arms around her in a mostly platonic hug, "I'm going to hold you to it Cynthia." For his part Vibe nodded at Gypsy, suppressing the urge to cough awkwardly. He was glad for his shades at that moment, they hid his embarrassed expression. Gypsy was a beautiful woman. Come to think of it, every woman on the station was unbelievably attractive. Vibe didn't even correct her about his nickname, trying his best to casually smile, "You bet Cindy. We come from the same town, we should have been working together earlier."
Creeper mirrored Fox's gesture towards Gypsy but for Sand. He also squeezed much tighter than was strictly necessary and shook his teammate as he did. Creeper's expression of glee was bordering on manic, "Oh boy oh boy oh boy, we're gonna be best buddies Sandy! After this we should have a sleepover! It'll be great! We'll play truth or dare, eat ice cream, watch scary movies, paint our nails, brush each other's hair-" Creeper stopped and pursed his lips, "Do you even have hair? Or a face? Are you just a skull wearing a mask? I bet you are, it's ok I don't judge."
The team listened to Sand's impromptu speech, Fox and Vibe nodding in understanding while Creeper absently picked his ear. After the meeting broke up, the team went their own separate ways to prepare themselves for the mission. Vibe decided to catch some rest in his bunk while Fox researched more of the terrain, even getting Creeper to assist her in marking down locations. He was marginally helpful.
A few hours later, with hearts beating they boarded their Javelin and they were off. Vibe was their pilot and he navigated them to their target, an island in the Pacific. Vibe engaged the stealth systems and activated the scanner, immediately picking up a few hundred heat signatures and large energy spikes near the Estate, in the jungle, and in the water.
Creeper jumped up and down, "Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there y-" Crimson Fox placed her arm on his hand, "Yes Jack we're here." Vibe swallowed his anxiety and said, "Alright let's land this thing in that clearing over there. I picked up what could be a sub on the far side of the island and what could have been the main power source. I'll drop off Blue Team as close as I can get to the sub."
The invisible and silent Javelin, it's stealth systems modeled after Wonder Woman's invisible jet, hovered over the ground. Vivian smiled and blew a kiss to the team, "Wish us luck." Vivian pulled her hood over her face and flipped out of the Javelin, landing softly and perfectly in the growth below. She smiled at Ray and they were off, Fox running and jumping across the tree tops to the sub. She felt alive, the air in her face and the pounding of her heart sounding like music to her. They reached where the sub might have been and they saw the vessel docked on the side of the island, a couple dozen armed guards around the vessel whose hatch was open.
Fox looked at Ray, "How do you want to proceed?"
Meanwhile Vibe landed the Javelin in a small clearing, leaving the cloaking system online as Red and Gold Team left together. Back on the Watchtower, J'onn opened up a telepathic group link allowing them to communicate without having to use radios. It was incredibly useful and efficient but it was all Vibe could do to keep his thoughts away from Gypsy. At least J'onn was kind enough to filter most of what Creeper was thinking. Vibe thought. Patrol ahead. After we take 'em out we can split up.
The foursome creeped up, spreading out until they saw a convoy of five jeeps run down the path. Creeper said, We gotta squish em in! Like a bug between my fingers. Take out the front, take out the back, sweep the middle. Vibe nodded, Good idea. I can take the front part. Creeper and Gypsy take the rear while Sand gasses the middle. Sound good?
Creeper mirrored Fox's gesture towards Gypsy but for Sand. He also squeezed much tighter than was strictly necessary and shook his teammate as he did. Creeper's expression of glee was bordering on manic, "Oh boy oh boy oh boy, we're gonna be best buddies Sandy! After this we should have a sleepover! It'll be great! We'll play truth or dare, eat ice cream, watch scary movies, paint our nails, brush each other's hair-" Creeper stopped and pursed his lips, "Do you even have hair? Or a face? Are you just a skull wearing a mask? I bet you are, it's ok I don't judge."
The team listened to Sand's impromptu speech, Fox and Vibe nodding in understanding while Creeper absently picked his ear. After the meeting broke up, the team went their own separate ways to prepare themselves for the mission. Vibe decided to catch some rest in his bunk while Fox researched more of the terrain, even getting Creeper to assist her in marking down locations. He was marginally helpful.
A few hours later, with hearts beating they boarded their Javelin and they were off. Vibe was their pilot and he navigated them to their target, an island in the Pacific. Vibe engaged the stealth systems and activated the scanner, immediately picking up a few hundred heat signatures and large energy spikes near the Estate, in the jungle, and in the water.
Creeper jumped up and down, "Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there y-" Crimson Fox placed her arm on his hand, "Yes Jack we're here." Vibe swallowed his anxiety and said, "Alright let's land this thing in that clearing over there. I picked up what could be a sub on the far side of the island and what could have been the main power source. I'll drop off Blue Team as close as I can get to the sub."
The invisible and silent Javelin, it's stealth systems modeled after Wonder Woman's invisible jet, hovered over the ground. Vivian smiled and blew a kiss to the team, "Wish us luck." Vivian pulled her hood over her face and flipped out of the Javelin, landing softly and perfectly in the growth below. She smiled at Ray and they were off, Fox running and jumping across the tree tops to the sub. She felt alive, the air in her face and the pounding of her heart sounding like music to her. They reached where the sub might have been and they saw the vessel docked on the side of the island, a couple dozen armed guards around the vessel whose hatch was open.
Fox looked at Ray, "How do you want to proceed?"
Meanwhile Vibe landed the Javelin in a small clearing, leaving the cloaking system online as Red and Gold Team left together. Back on the Watchtower, J'onn opened up a telepathic group link allowing them to communicate without having to use radios. It was incredibly useful and efficient but it was all Vibe could do to keep his thoughts away from Gypsy. At least J'onn was kind enough to filter most of what Creeper was thinking. Vibe thought. Patrol ahead. After we take 'em out we can split up.
The foursome creeped up, spreading out until they saw a convoy of five jeeps run down the path. Creeper said, We gotta squish em in! Like a bug between my fingers. Take out the front, take out the back, sweep the middle. Vibe nodded, Good idea. I can take the front part. Creeper and Gypsy take the rear while Sand gasses the middle. Sound good?
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I never said no more anti-heroes ever.
I just don't want characters who are obviously edgy just to be edgy.
I just don't want characters who are obviously edgy just to be edgy.
Los Angeles received the message on his phone as he drove into Personville in his inconspicuous rental car. The man's eyes, hidden by shades, pored over the message as he drove. He shut his phone off after memorizing it and continued driving into the town. Los Angeles pursed his lips as he considered the odds. They were almost a dozen assassins on the job and only ten targets. He'd have to thin the herd if he had any chance of winning.
This town in the middle of nowhere was an unlikely choice for such a competition but a lot of blood was going to be spilled before this was all over. He just had to make sure that none of it was his. Los Angeles considered the blades on his person and found himself confident in his success. But who to target first? About a third were government officials, and some were placed in areas were collateral damage would draw a lot of attention. The "olive oil" salesman was an unknown quantity and so was his own competition.
The time it would take to scope out the tougher targets or try to find his rivals would put him too far behind. He'd pick an easy mark. Somebody he could get close enough to stick a knife in without too much difficulty. The good father it was. He looked at the passing mountains and trees. They were beautiful, sights he rarely ever saw. Too bad they'd be the sight of so much carnage. Los Angeles wondered what his mother would think of him killing a priest. Poorly he thought, but then again the target was a Lutheran so he couldn't be sure.
Los Angeles drove through the small town, watching the streets and landscapes that were so different from the city he knew. He checked into his hotel, only stopping to briefly hydrate and concealing some tools. He then checked on the storage container he rented to stow some supplies and equipment. Los Angeles got back in the car and drove off to the Church. He parked a few blocks from the Church and put on a simple jacket. He checked his hidden blades and hid his pistol within the shoulder-holster, then strapped on his hold-out near his ankle. Los Angeles left the gloves but decided to keep the shades on. No point in scaring anyone even more.
The assassin steadily made his way to the Church and calmly walked in the door, holding off on removing his shades for as long as possible. He kept his hands by his sides as he found the nearest church worker, not bothering to cross himself as he entered. Those days were over. It wasn't Sunday so it wasn't too crowded or busy. Los Angeles did not smile but kept a polite expression, "Hello. I'm new in town and was just looking around for a place that my family and I can attend service. Is there anyway I can meet with the Pastor to discuss the congregation?"
Los Angeles was perfectly calm but kept a look-out. After all they said great minds think alike and Los Angeles was an excellent assassin. Perhaps one of the other players was here as well. He was watchful for someone that didn't look like they belonged in this folksy small town. If there were any here, he'd have to kill them along with the Pastor. But quietly and without much fuss. If he played his cards right, the Pastor would get a quick death and there'd be nothing leading to him.
He idly wondered what is was about James Bachmeir that made Cunningham want him dead. Perhaps the Pastor was the real deal and he wanted to rid the town of the likes of Cunningham? Los Angeles was curious but he knew it didn't matter. What mattered was that he completed the job and stayed alive. But perhaps it wouldn't hurt to do some digging as well.
This town in the middle of nowhere was an unlikely choice for such a competition but a lot of blood was going to be spilled before this was all over. He just had to make sure that none of it was his. Los Angeles considered the blades on his person and found himself confident in his success. But who to target first? About a third were government officials, and some were placed in areas were collateral damage would draw a lot of attention. The "olive oil" salesman was an unknown quantity and so was his own competition.
The time it would take to scope out the tougher targets or try to find his rivals would put him too far behind. He'd pick an easy mark. Somebody he could get close enough to stick a knife in without too much difficulty. The good father it was. He looked at the passing mountains and trees. They were beautiful, sights he rarely ever saw. Too bad they'd be the sight of so much carnage. Los Angeles wondered what his mother would think of him killing a priest. Poorly he thought, but then again the target was a Lutheran so he couldn't be sure.
Los Angeles drove through the small town, watching the streets and landscapes that were so different from the city he knew. He checked into his hotel, only stopping to briefly hydrate and concealing some tools. He then checked on the storage container he rented to stow some supplies and equipment. Los Angeles got back in the car and drove off to the Church. He parked a few blocks from the Church and put on a simple jacket. He checked his hidden blades and hid his pistol within the shoulder-holster, then strapped on his hold-out near his ankle. Los Angeles left the gloves but decided to keep the shades on. No point in scaring anyone even more.
The assassin steadily made his way to the Church and calmly walked in the door, holding off on removing his shades for as long as possible. He kept his hands by his sides as he found the nearest church worker, not bothering to cross himself as he entered. Those days were over. It wasn't Sunday so it wasn't too crowded or busy. Los Angeles did not smile but kept a polite expression, "Hello. I'm new in town and was just looking around for a place that my family and I can attend service. Is there anyway I can meet with the Pastor to discuss the congregation?"
Los Angeles was perfectly calm but kept a look-out. After all they said great minds think alike and Los Angeles was an excellent assassin. Perhaps one of the other players was here as well. He was watchful for someone that didn't look like they belonged in this folksy small town. If there were any here, he'd have to kill them along with the Pastor. But quietly and without much fuss. If he played his cards right, the Pastor would get a quick death and there'd be nothing leading to him.
He idly wondered what is was about James Bachmeir that made Cunningham want him dead. Perhaps the Pastor was the real deal and he wanted to rid the town of the likes of Cunningham? Los Angeles was curious but he knew it didn't matter. What mattered was that he completed the job and stayed alive. But perhaps it wouldn't hurt to do some digging as well.
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The Sewers
The breathing stopped and for a second it was dead silent before a deep voice grumbled, "Go away man. Get the fuck outta here. Don't come any closer or I'll fucking kill you man." It was Howard alright, but this wasn't the confident street metagangster. Howard was almost another person right now.
The Estate
"Roger that Sixgun, I'll pass it on" Binary chirped in his ear before continuing, "Soonest chance you can put the vial in the covert drop. An agent will retrieve it." The drop happened to be in a storage locker in a place nearby. Binary hummed before saying, "La Sombra is a grade-A hitman. Cartels love using him for their wet work. Never quits until the job is done, he'll be a tough one. Witchfinder is a merc, but all he cares about is killing Sorcerers. Blames all magic-users for the murder of his son. You might be able to use that to your advantage."
The hallway was empty, all the hires in their rooms at the moment. The guest house had a moderate guard and a pair of soldiers would pass by every so often, keeping an eye on the new hires. Fontana happened to be staying in the largest room in the guest house as he was responsible for the mercenaries. Fontana himself was still in the main house. His room was on a different floor and had two guards in front of the doors, the men themselves barely paying attention as they talked among themselves.
The Den
Binary cheerily piped up, "Thanks for the view Morningstar. We're getting clear feeds. IDing the suspects now," after a few seconds of mangled Poker Face the Technopath spoke up, "Hmm basically all of them belong to small street-gangs that paid up to the Outfit. Looks like Legion took over more turf than we thought. All of these guys have priors for assault, burglary, dealing, and other cheery stuff like that. Watch your step, they probably have a few Superhumans there too." When she entered the building nothing happened. The hallways were dark, dirty, and dank with detritus and debris littering the hall. Light barely peeked in through the shutters and on this floor the hallway had several doors. Five were on each side and they were all closed.
Marconi's
Pariah stared at E-Vyle, "Just Pariah to you." He looked him over and said, "I know you. E-Vyle. Well we'll need all the help we can get with what's been going on. Get on the vehicle, we'll fast-track your membership when we get back to the Hall." Permafrost, Shrieker, Villa, Ghost, and Salvation were all bolted into seats with cuffs and power inhibitors on their necks. Locust had to have a cage lifted in for him which the VTOL would lift back to the Hall. Once all of the members were onboard the craft left to return to the Hall of Heroes.
The Hall of Heroes was mostly deserted, only the support and security staff left after the prison riot. The VTOL touched down and a security team arrived to take the captured villains into custody. Pariah exited and said, "I'll begin interrogations of the suspects. Anyone that wants to help is free to accompany me. E-Vyle and Rift Hound, see Anima at the front desk. The rest of you are free to do what you wish. You can use the R and R, we'll be busy again soon enough."
The Prison
The Lightning bolt burst through the window and hit in the middle of the room between the two parties. As Volt fell to the ground, the room erupted in chaos as glass flew everywhere and the bolt of lightning threw up a massive wave of sound, light, and fury. The part of the wooden floor that was hit enflamed and the small fire slowly spread. The flying glass shards shredded the man's back and he howled in pain. Combined with the light, noise, and sudden force he was taken completely off guard. His gun was unsteady in his hand and Apogee fired a tight beam of heat vision, the laser heating the gun until the man dropped it in a reflex of pain. The Warden was just as surprised as his captor and shouted in surprise. This was the moment to act.
In Maximum Security, the situation accelerated. Realizing his powers were almost useless, Sanguine decided to retreat through the portal as well. Copycat, Knightmare, and Polaris still stood next to the portal watching the action, Polaris picking up a discarded rifle from a dead guard. Copycat was anxious to leave but he didn't wish to draw the ire of his much more powerful and numerous associates. The bullets flew right through Sarin and impacted against Sarco. The pistol rounds bounced right off of his plates and he snarled ignoring Sonja completely to look around for the shooter, followed by Behemoth and the Growth all in their superpowered forms.
Sarin paused before the yellow gas turned into a woman again. Sarin stared at Sonja, "You're right hero. No glory in an easy victory. I might enjoy killing you with my own bare hands even more," She screamed in a primal battle cry and ran towards Sonja with fists upraised. Xaxx and Reaper each picked up assault rifles and strapped on body armor before turning to watch the brawl. Xaxx and Reaper watched the two fight with a certain animalistic hunger. The Diluvian leaned on a nearby wall and idly played with a ball of water as he watched them.
The breathing stopped and for a second it was dead silent before a deep voice grumbled, "Go away man. Get the fuck outta here. Don't come any closer or I'll fucking kill you man." It was Howard alright, but this wasn't the confident street metagangster. Howard was almost another person right now.
The Estate
"Roger that Sixgun, I'll pass it on" Binary chirped in his ear before continuing, "Soonest chance you can put the vial in the covert drop. An agent will retrieve it." The drop happened to be in a storage locker in a place nearby. Binary hummed before saying, "La Sombra is a grade-A hitman. Cartels love using him for their wet work. Never quits until the job is done, he'll be a tough one. Witchfinder is a merc, but all he cares about is killing Sorcerers. Blames all magic-users for the murder of his son. You might be able to use that to your advantage."
The hallway was empty, all the hires in their rooms at the moment. The guest house had a moderate guard and a pair of soldiers would pass by every so often, keeping an eye on the new hires. Fontana happened to be staying in the largest room in the guest house as he was responsible for the mercenaries. Fontana himself was still in the main house. His room was on a different floor and had two guards in front of the doors, the men themselves barely paying attention as they talked among themselves.
The Den
Binary cheerily piped up, "Thanks for the view Morningstar. We're getting clear feeds. IDing the suspects now," after a few seconds of mangled Poker Face the Technopath spoke up, "Hmm basically all of them belong to small street-gangs that paid up to the Outfit. Looks like Legion took over more turf than we thought. All of these guys have priors for assault, burglary, dealing, and other cheery stuff like that. Watch your step, they probably have a few Superhumans there too." When she entered the building nothing happened. The hallways were dark, dirty, and dank with detritus and debris littering the hall. Light barely peeked in through the shutters and on this floor the hallway had several doors. Five were on each side and they were all closed.
Marconi's
Pariah stared at E-Vyle, "Just Pariah to you." He looked him over and said, "I know you. E-Vyle. Well we'll need all the help we can get with what's been going on. Get on the vehicle, we'll fast-track your membership when we get back to the Hall." Permafrost, Shrieker, Villa, Ghost, and Salvation were all bolted into seats with cuffs and power inhibitors on their necks. Locust had to have a cage lifted in for him which the VTOL would lift back to the Hall. Once all of the members were onboard the craft left to return to the Hall of Heroes.
The Hall of Heroes was mostly deserted, only the support and security staff left after the prison riot. The VTOL touched down and a security team arrived to take the captured villains into custody. Pariah exited and said, "I'll begin interrogations of the suspects. Anyone that wants to help is free to accompany me. E-Vyle and Rift Hound, see Anima at the front desk. The rest of you are free to do what you wish. You can use the R and R, we'll be busy again soon enough."
The Prison
The Lightning bolt burst through the window and hit in the middle of the room between the two parties. As Volt fell to the ground, the room erupted in chaos as glass flew everywhere and the bolt of lightning threw up a massive wave of sound, light, and fury. The part of the wooden floor that was hit enflamed and the small fire slowly spread. The flying glass shards shredded the man's back and he howled in pain. Combined with the light, noise, and sudden force he was taken completely off guard. His gun was unsteady in his hand and Apogee fired a tight beam of heat vision, the laser heating the gun until the man dropped it in a reflex of pain. The Warden was just as surprised as his captor and shouted in surprise. This was the moment to act.
In Maximum Security, the situation accelerated. Realizing his powers were almost useless, Sanguine decided to retreat through the portal as well. Copycat, Knightmare, and Polaris still stood next to the portal watching the action, Polaris picking up a discarded rifle from a dead guard. Copycat was anxious to leave but he didn't wish to draw the ire of his much more powerful and numerous associates. The bullets flew right through Sarin and impacted against Sarco. The pistol rounds bounced right off of his plates and he snarled ignoring Sonja completely to look around for the shooter, followed by Behemoth and the Growth all in their superpowered forms.
Sarin paused before the yellow gas turned into a woman again. Sarin stared at Sonja, "You're right hero. No glory in an easy victory. I might enjoy killing you with my own bare hands even more," She screamed in a primal battle cry and ran towards Sonja with fists upraised. Xaxx and Reaper each picked up assault rifles and strapped on body armor before turning to watch the brawl. Xaxx and Reaper watched the two fight with a certain animalistic hunger. The Diluvian leaned on a nearby wall and idly played with a ball of water as he watched them.
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I too am having a resurgence in work so I may not be able to post tonight, but tomorrow for sure.
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Updated, with a crap ton of new and scary villains.
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The Sewers
Wire kept walking along, the sewer somehow getting even more filthy as he travelled deeper into it. In the dark, dank, and disgusting sewer he kept walking along until he heard another sound. Definite sound, the tones of breathing coming up ahead in the dark.
The Estate
Marconi nodded and took the phone, grimacing, "We lost a lot of men today. But they knew what they were in for." He pursed his lips and nodded at Sixgun, "Go ahead, bring in your guys. We need all the muscle we can get." Beside him Music stared blankly at Sixgun. Marconi handed the phone to one of his flunkies and he sighed, "Those bastards are gonna pay. If nothing else they're gonna pay. They crossed the fucking line."
He looked at Sixgun and said, "You did good Ross, I had a good feeling about you from the start. Fontana will show you to the guest quarters, take the rest of the day off. You're going to need the rest for tomorrow." Fontana nodded and escorted Sixgun and the other surviving hirelings to the not as massive but plenty extravagant guest house. He showed them in and promptly left, leaving them to their own devices. And leaving Sixgun to do his own snooping.
The Den
Morningstar found herself in one of the seediest neighborhoods in the city, one that hadn't been pulled into a new area of gentrification like much of Chicago. The streets were barely paved and at this time of day, almost nobody walked around. Weeds grew through the sidewalk and several buildings had boarded up windows. Trash littered the ground and broken down hulks of cars dotted the street.
At night this place took on new life as the new found hub of illicit entertainment in the city, but at day it's nature was clear. The air was heavy with an oppressive presence, one that made the few pedestrians hurry their steps to their destinations. Perhaps it was the urban decay and almost palpable sense of corruption in the neighborhood. But perhaps it was something else.
The Den was the largest building on the street, a three-story affair that took up half a block. An unlit neon sign proclaimed its name and it seemed completely deserted. The steel doors were shut and further investigation would reveal the same for the alley and back entrances. The windows were covered with metal shutters and a few cars with blacked out windows stood in front of the building. Around the building were several loiterers, in pairs or alone. They all wore hooded jackets and had their hands in their pockets. The Den was close to other buildings and on the rooftop the access door was cracked open.
Maroni's
Locust shrieked as Ocean Warrior's pincer clamped down on him. Killshade's and Pariah's bullets cracked his chitin, staining his plates with blood. Locust backhanded Ocean Warrior with a pincer, adding a deep cut across his cheek. MC's sudden appearance and spell confused Locust who suddenly found himself colored pink. He almost had time to squawk in confusion before Pariah jumped forward and and shoved a concussion grenade in his maw. The grenade exploded and Locust fell down to the floor with a screech of pain before he blacked out.
Pariah reloaded, "Get the wounded out to the ambulances, CPD will assist in securing the area. Bring the downed villains to the VTOL. We're taking them back with us to the Hall. Move." He was about to depart after cuffing Villa before turning and saying, "I expect after-action reports by tomorrow. And you all performed adequately." Pariah stared at Rift Hound, "If you're interested in helping any further, come with us." He pulled Villa to her feet and shoved her in the direction of the VTOL where the cops had decided to remand Salvation into the League's custody. Pariah spotted Neon and nodded, "A little late but good work. You can hitch a ride with us."
The Prison
The Warden's office didn't offer much. There was an unused fire extinguisher on the wall next to the man and his hostage and there was a heavy file cabinet diagonal and behind the villain. The sprinklers had not activated in the room and the overhead lighting occasionally sparked and coughed out smoke. Apogee herself stood stock still, debating whether or not her Heat Vision was quick enough to subdue the man.
The man himself laughed, "I have all the cards hero. With this beautiful toy here, I can tap into the brains of every living soul in this building. The ones who don't die from hemorrhaging will have trouble cleaning up after themselves. Now that wouldn't stop your friends outside from blowing this place to all hell and me with it. So it's in our best interests for you to let me go." His gun pressed into the whimpering Warden's head, "And even if you somehow stop me from scrambling everyone's brains this one will lose his. And you heroes get all up and bothered by that kind of thing don't you?" The man smiled, showing rows of perfectly straight white teeth. His blue eyes shined with a barely restrained maniacal glee.
Inside Maximum Security, the worst of the worse were free. They included the body snatcher Xaxx, who could project his own spirit and forcibly control another's body. He was renowned for making people commit suicide, murder each other, and even rape the ones they loved most. His motives remain completely unknown. Then came Knightmare, a metahuman hitman who could enter a person's mind, usually when they slept and appeared as a hulking Black Knight before killing them in their dreams, his victims dying in real life from sheer terror and panic.
Next was Sarco, a man who had mutated into a giant crocodile-like humanoid. His scales could deflect bullets and he could break a grown man in two under his taloned grip. He was an outcast for his mutant nature and had went on a rampage devouring a slew of people in Cleveland before being captured. After him was the Behemoth, a metahuman that once enraged morphed into ten foot tall, super-strong rage monster. He rampaged through Indianapolis, killing a score of people and injuring dozens, before Zenith took him down.
Then came the Reaper, who with a touch could drain a person's vitality to increase her own power, if she touched someone long enough they would die. Her powers had led to one accidental killing and she became addicted to it, literally stealing the lives of more than a dozen people in Omaha, before Pariah stopped her. Pestilence was one of the extremely rare disease controller Metahumans, and had made a fortune in curing patients with terminal illnesses. However he also double-dipped by contracting discrete assassination services to the Outfit. Nobody is sure how many he killed before he was discovered.
Diluvian was one of the nation's most powerful hyrdokinetics, able to transmutate himself into water as well as control large bodies of it. He had flooded a Detroit neighborhood and drowned almost a hundred people before being taken down. When asked why he simply stated he thought the neighborhood was filthy to the core and needed to be purged. Sickle was a size-changer, able to shrink down to microscopic sizes. He had been a scientist and used the power to advance his studies before he was found to be experimenting on humans, his own co-workers and family without them ever knowing. Sickle's case had ended in the gruesome deaths of several officers before his arrest.
The Growth was present as well. He had started out as a farmboy in the middle of Kansas when the Awakening mutated him, giving him the power to turn into an amorphous blob, able to elongate his mass and grow by dissolving material in his blob body. He had kept trying to get bigger, eventually moving onto animals before absorbing his family. He went on a spree through his home town and had devoured dozens before being stopped. Sanguine was the token Supernatural, a newly minted Blood Mage who had developed his powers through ritualistic sacrifice and had amassed a large cult before being defeated by Olympia. They never found all the bodies of the children he took.
The Schizoid Man was one of the most powerful psychics alive in America and was hopelessly insane. His random travels had broken the minds of many inadvertently before Psion and Destiny had barely managed to rein him in, the League's Premier Telepath and Sorcerer just strong enough together to allow his capture without killing him or harming anyone else. Now that he was free of his inhibitor the voices came back and the Schizoid slipped back into Insanity. With him was the Siren, a woman who combined sonic powers and strong empathic powers. With her voice alone she could cause fear, despair, rage, as well as peace, happiness, and contentment. She had been a prostitute before her powers turned her into an even more demanded commodity. She had tired of the oldest profession and turned to Professional killing, responsible for the death of several criminal bosses before her capture.
The greatest black mark on America's heroes was also present. Polaris, the North Star. He had been a hero since the first days of the Awakening, fighting the good right next to Zenith, Olympia, Psion, and the others with his awesome photokinetic powers. Polaris was at one point as famous and beloved as Zenith or Olympia, perhaps even more so with his good looks, charm, powers, and daring exploits. However he had lost it when a Supercriminal gang found out his secret identity and murdered his family. Polaris had wiped the gang off the face of the Earth and went on a vigilante spree, murdering suspected criminals in broad daylight. His rampage had also taken the life of several innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire. It had taken a dozen heroes including Zenith, Olympia, and Pariah to work together to subdue their old friend. He was also the only one who still had his inhibitor on.
They were the worst of the worst of Metahumanity between the two coasts. And they were all free. The shapeshifter who freed them turned around to face the interloper and snarled, "She lies. I am here to free all of you." The inmates seemed unsure of themselves, split on the issue. The Schizoid could have easily reported the truth but was busy drowning in the sudden deluge of voices. Polaris grimaced, "It doesn't feel like Thomas. But without my powers, I cannot be sure." Polaris glared at the shifter, "And even if you speak truly. Why should I work with criminal scum like you?" Sarco roared, "I say we kill them both just to be sure." The group seemed to be reaching that consensus, to the Shifter's dismay when another voice spoke up.
It was feminine and while sultry, carried an edge of malice, "That one is a hero. I'd recognize her from anywhere." The woman walked up to reveal an old friend of Sonja's. Sarin, who could transmutate herself into an self-compelling cloud of poisonous gas. Sarin laughed and stepped forward, "Remember me hero? You... embarrassed me quite thoroughly last we met. I didn't take it well. It seems my hate ratcheted up my powers. And you never know how desperate some of these guards can get for a woman. I managed to poison a whole cell-block before they put the collar back on me. All for practicing on you," Sarin seemed to be quite gleeful as she sighed, "That one is real. You may go if you like." Her eyes narrowed before she turned into a human-shaped cloud of yellow gas, "But I'm killing her first"
Immediately Siren, Sickle, and Pestilence left took their leave through the portal, Pestilence dragging the Schizoid with him through it. The shapeshifter, now recognizable as a mercenary named Copycat, stayed back to watch with Knightmare close by and Polaris keeping his distance as well with eyes narrowed. The rest of them had murder in their eyes as they spread out, Sarin taking the lead towards Sonja.
Wire kept walking along, the sewer somehow getting even more filthy as he travelled deeper into it. In the dark, dank, and disgusting sewer he kept walking along until he heard another sound. Definite sound, the tones of breathing coming up ahead in the dark.
The Estate
Marconi nodded and took the phone, grimacing, "We lost a lot of men today. But they knew what they were in for." He pursed his lips and nodded at Sixgun, "Go ahead, bring in your guys. We need all the muscle we can get." Beside him Music stared blankly at Sixgun. Marconi handed the phone to one of his flunkies and he sighed, "Those bastards are gonna pay. If nothing else they're gonna pay. They crossed the fucking line."
He looked at Sixgun and said, "You did good Ross, I had a good feeling about you from the start. Fontana will show you to the guest quarters, take the rest of the day off. You're going to need the rest for tomorrow." Fontana nodded and escorted Sixgun and the other surviving hirelings to the not as massive but plenty extravagant guest house. He showed them in and promptly left, leaving them to their own devices. And leaving Sixgun to do his own snooping.
The Den
Morningstar found herself in one of the seediest neighborhoods in the city, one that hadn't been pulled into a new area of gentrification like much of Chicago. The streets were barely paved and at this time of day, almost nobody walked around. Weeds grew through the sidewalk and several buildings had boarded up windows. Trash littered the ground and broken down hulks of cars dotted the street.
At night this place took on new life as the new found hub of illicit entertainment in the city, but at day it's nature was clear. The air was heavy with an oppressive presence, one that made the few pedestrians hurry their steps to their destinations. Perhaps it was the urban decay and almost palpable sense of corruption in the neighborhood. But perhaps it was something else.
The Den was the largest building on the street, a three-story affair that took up half a block. An unlit neon sign proclaimed its name and it seemed completely deserted. The steel doors were shut and further investigation would reveal the same for the alley and back entrances. The windows were covered with metal shutters and a few cars with blacked out windows stood in front of the building. Around the building were several loiterers, in pairs or alone. They all wore hooded jackets and had their hands in their pockets. The Den was close to other buildings and on the rooftop the access door was cracked open.
Maroni's
Locust shrieked as Ocean Warrior's pincer clamped down on him. Killshade's and Pariah's bullets cracked his chitin, staining his plates with blood. Locust backhanded Ocean Warrior with a pincer, adding a deep cut across his cheek. MC's sudden appearance and spell confused Locust who suddenly found himself colored pink. He almost had time to squawk in confusion before Pariah jumped forward and and shoved a concussion grenade in his maw. The grenade exploded and Locust fell down to the floor with a screech of pain before he blacked out.
Pariah reloaded, "Get the wounded out to the ambulances, CPD will assist in securing the area. Bring the downed villains to the VTOL. We're taking them back with us to the Hall. Move." He was about to depart after cuffing Villa before turning and saying, "I expect after-action reports by tomorrow. And you all performed adequately." Pariah stared at Rift Hound, "If you're interested in helping any further, come with us." He pulled Villa to her feet and shoved her in the direction of the VTOL where the cops had decided to remand Salvation into the League's custody. Pariah spotted Neon and nodded, "A little late but good work. You can hitch a ride with us."
The Prison
The Warden's office didn't offer much. There was an unused fire extinguisher on the wall next to the man and his hostage and there was a heavy file cabinet diagonal and behind the villain. The sprinklers had not activated in the room and the overhead lighting occasionally sparked and coughed out smoke. Apogee herself stood stock still, debating whether or not her Heat Vision was quick enough to subdue the man.
The man himself laughed, "I have all the cards hero. With this beautiful toy here, I can tap into the brains of every living soul in this building. The ones who don't die from hemorrhaging will have trouble cleaning up after themselves. Now that wouldn't stop your friends outside from blowing this place to all hell and me with it. So it's in our best interests for you to let me go." His gun pressed into the whimpering Warden's head, "And even if you somehow stop me from scrambling everyone's brains this one will lose his. And you heroes get all up and bothered by that kind of thing don't you?" The man smiled, showing rows of perfectly straight white teeth. His blue eyes shined with a barely restrained maniacal glee.
Inside Maximum Security, the worst of the worse were free. They included the body snatcher Xaxx, who could project his own spirit and forcibly control another's body. He was renowned for making people commit suicide, murder each other, and even rape the ones they loved most. His motives remain completely unknown. Then came Knightmare, a metahuman hitman who could enter a person's mind, usually when they slept and appeared as a hulking Black Knight before killing them in their dreams, his victims dying in real life from sheer terror and panic.
Next was Sarco, a man who had mutated into a giant crocodile-like humanoid. His scales could deflect bullets and he could break a grown man in two under his taloned grip. He was an outcast for his mutant nature and had went on a rampage devouring a slew of people in Cleveland before being captured. After him was the Behemoth, a metahuman that once enraged morphed into ten foot tall, super-strong rage monster. He rampaged through Indianapolis, killing a score of people and injuring dozens, before Zenith took him down.
Then came the Reaper, who with a touch could drain a person's vitality to increase her own power, if she touched someone long enough they would die. Her powers had led to one accidental killing and she became addicted to it, literally stealing the lives of more than a dozen people in Omaha, before Pariah stopped her. Pestilence was one of the extremely rare disease controller Metahumans, and had made a fortune in curing patients with terminal illnesses. However he also double-dipped by contracting discrete assassination services to the Outfit. Nobody is sure how many he killed before he was discovered.
Diluvian was one of the nation's most powerful hyrdokinetics, able to transmutate himself into water as well as control large bodies of it. He had flooded a Detroit neighborhood and drowned almost a hundred people before being taken down. When asked why he simply stated he thought the neighborhood was filthy to the core and needed to be purged. Sickle was a size-changer, able to shrink down to microscopic sizes. He had been a scientist and used the power to advance his studies before he was found to be experimenting on humans, his own co-workers and family without them ever knowing. Sickle's case had ended in the gruesome deaths of several officers before his arrest.
The Growth was present as well. He had started out as a farmboy in the middle of Kansas when the Awakening mutated him, giving him the power to turn into an amorphous blob, able to elongate his mass and grow by dissolving material in his blob body. He had kept trying to get bigger, eventually moving onto animals before absorbing his family. He went on a spree through his home town and had devoured dozens before being stopped. Sanguine was the token Supernatural, a newly minted Blood Mage who had developed his powers through ritualistic sacrifice and had amassed a large cult before being defeated by Olympia. They never found all the bodies of the children he took.
The Schizoid Man was one of the most powerful psychics alive in America and was hopelessly insane. His random travels had broken the minds of many inadvertently before Psion and Destiny had barely managed to rein him in, the League's Premier Telepath and Sorcerer just strong enough together to allow his capture without killing him or harming anyone else. Now that he was free of his inhibitor the voices came back and the Schizoid slipped back into Insanity. With him was the Siren, a woman who combined sonic powers and strong empathic powers. With her voice alone she could cause fear, despair, rage, as well as peace, happiness, and contentment. She had been a prostitute before her powers turned her into an even more demanded commodity. She had tired of the oldest profession and turned to Professional killing, responsible for the death of several criminal bosses before her capture.
The greatest black mark on America's heroes was also present. Polaris, the North Star. He had been a hero since the first days of the Awakening, fighting the good right next to Zenith, Olympia, Psion, and the others with his awesome photokinetic powers. Polaris was at one point as famous and beloved as Zenith or Olympia, perhaps even more so with his good looks, charm, powers, and daring exploits. However he had lost it when a Supercriminal gang found out his secret identity and murdered his family. Polaris had wiped the gang off the face of the Earth and went on a vigilante spree, murdering suspected criminals in broad daylight. His rampage had also taken the life of several innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire. It had taken a dozen heroes including Zenith, Olympia, and Pariah to work together to subdue their old friend. He was also the only one who still had his inhibitor on.
They were the worst of the worst of Metahumanity between the two coasts. And they were all free. The shapeshifter who freed them turned around to face the interloper and snarled, "She lies. I am here to free all of you." The inmates seemed unsure of themselves, split on the issue. The Schizoid could have easily reported the truth but was busy drowning in the sudden deluge of voices. Polaris grimaced, "It doesn't feel like Thomas. But without my powers, I cannot be sure." Polaris glared at the shifter, "And even if you speak truly. Why should I work with criminal scum like you?" Sarco roared, "I say we kill them both just to be sure." The group seemed to be reaching that consensus, to the Shifter's dismay when another voice spoke up.
It was feminine and while sultry, carried an edge of malice, "That one is a hero. I'd recognize her from anywhere." The woman walked up to reveal an old friend of Sonja's. Sarin, who could transmutate herself into an self-compelling cloud of poisonous gas. Sarin laughed and stepped forward, "Remember me hero? You... embarrassed me quite thoroughly last we met. I didn't take it well. It seems my hate ratcheted up my powers. And you never know how desperate some of these guards can get for a woman. I managed to poison a whole cell-block before they put the collar back on me. All for practicing on you," Sarin seemed to be quite gleeful as she sighed, "That one is real. You may go if you like." Her eyes narrowed before she turned into a human-shaped cloud of yellow gas, "But I'm killing her first"
Immediately Siren, Sickle, and Pestilence left took their leave through the portal, Pestilence dragging the Schizoid with him through it. The shapeshifter, now recognizable as a mercenary named Copycat, stayed back to watch with Knightmare close by and Polaris keeping his distance as well with eyes narrowed. The rest of them had murder in their eyes as they spread out, Sarin taking the lead towards Sonja.
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