Tyrus should climb up and bring waffles.
I'll have him check to see if he has any in his utility belt first!
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I'll have him check to see if he has any in his utility belt first!
I'll get my reply up tomorrow apologies for the wait! Trying to think of what to do with Tyrus; either climb up and join Spoiler and be the second vigilante to find her on the roof, or have him run off in search of the Riddler. Shall sleep on it!
As you may be able to tell from my post, I'm a bit hungry
The first thing America Chavez did once she was finally off duty was collapse onto her bed in a feat of exhaustion. It had been a long night, and that hadn’t entirely been due to the colossal crack up in space. No, once she was done with that she had damage control across the rest of the globe to take care of; during her interstellar escapade, several more considerably smaller cracks had erupted nationwide. Fortunately S.H.I.E.L.D. had been there to quarantine the areas before any civilians could stumble through into nothingness. But despite their efforts they had no way of closing them by themselves, meaning that the task fell to Ms. America.
She was obviously happy to help and to ensure that they didn’t cause any harm, but a night of constant flying and portal closing had really taken it out on her.
The sudden rumbling coming from her stomach confirmed this fact. She needed some food, stat. She considered the Triskelion cafeteria, as after all it would currently be serving breakfast food which was always a treat in her eyes. That being said, she had a hankering for something different. That something was decided when her eyes drifted to a canvas paint of the Manhattan skyline she had up on her wall. It wasn’t much but it reminded her of her home on Earth – 212. And with Earth – 212 came her favourite Korean barbeque establishment. Opening one more portal would be worth it if it meant she could taste some succulent bulgogi or a sweet helping of tteokgalbi. The mere thought caused another rumble.
Deciding that to be her plan of action, America was about to heave herself off of the bed and make her exist when there was a knock on her quarter’s door. Groaning loudly like a stereotypical teenage girl, she called for them to enter.
“Excuse me? Ms. Chavez?” The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent asked nervous as he stepped into the doorframe.
“Mmm?” She mused, remaining where she was on the bed.
“That personal enquiry you made a couple of weeks ago? We’ve got something.”
★★★★★
Half an hour later, America found herself in the observation deck of the very same training room that she had entered with Hyperion last month. After quickly putting on a change of clothes and grabbing a coffee from the cafeteria, she had made her way her here as fast as she could. The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent from before had briefed her in everything she needed to know and now it was her turn to do the briefing.
Fortunately this time it wasn’t America dealing with the harshness of training like her first visit, with that task instead falling to two teenagers who were currently fending off a squad of training robots.
The first of the two was Kate Bishop. She had grown so much in the past month, and was proving to be a great S.H.I.E.L.D. agent with each passing day. Much like in their first encounter, she was using a bow, with her favouring the medieval weapon over that of more modern weaponry. One of the main reasons was that she said it was “cooler”, a response that America had simply laughed at. Joking aside, she had a damn good shot. In the brief time that America had been observing, she had watched Kate take out three bots with a single shot form her bow.
The other teenager was Humberto Lopez. Despite America having only met him a few times, the two had grown close friends. What’s more is that the guy’s a huge fan of superheroes, even going so far as to adopt an alias himself; Reptil. It was an appropriate name, since Humberto surprisingly had the superhuman ability to transform himself into dinosaurs. It was impressive stuff, although he could only transform certain parts of his body at a time and thus couldn’t actually transform into a full-on dinosaur. As such, right now his arms and head resembled that of some sort of velociraptor, allowing him to tear through the robotic hordes that were surrounding him and Kate.
America watched proudly as the robots around the two teens quickly decreased in number, with a pile of scrap metal forming. Soon only four remained, and it was easy to see that Kate was keen to get the final shot. Leaping forward, the archer landed firmly into the body of one of the robots, sending it into the ground. Rebounding off of that, she turned in the air firing a trio of arrows from her bow, all of which impaled the three remaining bots. Landing with a roll, she twisted her body, retrieving one last arrow from her quiver as she did so, sending it directly into the robotic head of the struggling robot she had leaped onto.
Catching site of her friend in the console room, Kate gave America a mocking curtsy before making her way to the stairwell leading up. Humberto followed. Ten seconds later the purple clad girl burst into the room and ran into America’s arms. Despite both now living under the same roof, the two friends hadn’t seen each other for some time now. After exchanging pleasantries, Kate gave her a questioning look, before smirking.
“So what are you doing here? Avengers business not as exciting as you expected and you want a real challenge for once?”
America flashed a smile across her face, obviously bemused by Kate’s remark.
“Actually…” She said, moving her gaze to the girl’s teammate who had just joined them. “I’m here for Humberto.”
Both of the two teenagers opposite her raised their eyebrows in confusion. As such, America decided to press on.
“The boys in suits found Stegron.”
That received the exact reaction that America expected from Humberto. The boy froze in place, all colour draining from his face. He was silent for a couple of seconds, with him briefly opening his mouth to say something before stopping himself. Finally, he gained some control of himself and his emotions and simply furrowed his brows.
“Where?”
@DrewVonAwesome while he isn't legacy my question is how he obtains the name. Is it unrelated to Hulk or related?
Was thinking the same thing actually, especially since Hulk only really emerged like 2 months ago? Could be a fairly recent nickname? Have Ms. America call him it or something due to the similarities in appearance during our encounter if it goes ahead?
With headphones blasting music into his ears, Tyrus Lee stared ahead daydreaming as his hands moved in front of him in the kitchen sink. Every night since the reopening of the family restaurant, the young Korean teenager had found himself here cleaning dishes, as well as generally having a terrible time. Tonight was no exception. The only conceivable difference was that Tyrus had even more motive to leave. His phone, located on the kitchen counter next to him, had been buzzing away all night. He knew exactly who it was. The name had been flashing all over the screen; R-iko.
Riko Sheriden was a member of Gotham’s newly formed Robin Gang; a ragtag army of likeminded teenagers with a love for the Batman and dreams of becoming his official sidekick. The same could be said for Tyrus, however recently he had been distancing himself from the group. Sure he loved being a part of a team and they were all a great bunch of guys, but since finding new equipment and “going legit”, he felt as if it was a good time to branch out on his own. Riko was fully aware of this, which made the increasing number of messages from her even more worrying.
Something was definitely happening. Something bad.
Glancing across the dimly lit kitchen, Tyrus checked to see if the coast was clear. Fortunately his dad was out front and his mom was busy chopping up ingredients. Now was as good a chance as any to check what was going on. Cleaning his hands, he shot it across the counter towards his phone. He had barely unlocked it however when a shrill voice called out behind him.
“Tyrus Lee, get back to work!” His mother shouted angrily, half pointing her chopping knife towards him as she did so.
All he could do was groan. Damn mom radar!
“C’mon mom! Place is practically empty.” He turned as he spoke, gesturing through the kitchen door out into the restaurant where the place was deserted albeit one elderly woman.
“We’re still open so you still need to wash the dishes!” She ordered loudly as she went back to cutting up an assorted pile of vegetables. “I want those plates so spotless you can see your own reflection!”
“Pretty sure if they reflect this face they’ll crack” Tyrus mumbled under his breath in response as he gave it another wipe with the soapy dishcloth. Despite the quietness of his remark however, it met his mother’s ears, evident by the pair of arm smothering him from behind.
“Aww what are you saying, Ty Ty?” She said childishly between the kisses. “My little soldier is beautiful!”
“Urgh, mom!” Tyrus groaned as he squirmed out of his mother’s embrace. “Ge’off!”
“Fine!” She surrendered, her voice returning to its normal motherly tone of frustration. She threw up her hand into the air as she backed away, gesturing towards the door. “Go study. Just make sure you remember who cleaned your diapers all those years ago!”
Preferring to ignore her last remark, Tyrus simply sighed a sigh of relief. After dropping his plate into the bubbly depths of the sink and throwing both his apron and dishcloth onto a pile of dirty cloths, Tyrus gave his mother a quick mocking wave before scurrying away as fast as he could. As soon as he was out of the kitchen and in the stairwell leading to their apartment above the restaurant, Tyrus whipped back out the phone. He stopped in his tracks, half way up the stairs, as he began to read Riko’s various messages, his eyes widening.
Looks like this would be a job for Robin!
Robin knew he had arrived in Devil’s Square as soon as he laid eyes upon the illuminous green question marks that lined the walls. Riko definitely hadn’t been kidding about the severity of things. Despite the Riddler’s overly egotistical and flamboyant nature, Tyrus knew he mustn’t be fooled. The guy was bad news, and probably as dangerous as they come. However Tyrus couldn’t really say the same thing about this Cluemaster. Truth be told, the young vigilante had never even heard of him. Still, he needed to keep his wits about him and stay focused. Besides;
Clues? Riddles? What’s the difference really? To Tyrus they were both one thing; the enemy.
That being said, the thought of going up against someone like the Riddler did send a shiver down Tyrus’ spine. The psychopath had gone up against the Batman himself after all, and by the sounds of it, even he struggled against him. So what chance did he have? What match was some little Korean punk playing dress up against a real supervillain? No. Tyrus shook his head at that final question. What chance does he have? He’s the God Damn Robin! He has every chance!
That was when the sound of a gunshot ripped through the air around him.
His eyes dart around for the source of the commotion at once, before freezing on a small alleyway to his right where the sound of shouting could be heard.
Gritting his teeth, he lashed his arm out forwards, shooting out one end of his billy club. The metal pole flew along the rooftops, before clattering around the railings at the top of a fire escape. Giving the metallic coil a short tug, Robin darted forward off of the top of the room. At once he began to fall, causing Tyrus’ eyes to snap shut. Then finally, the pull of the rope came, and he found himself propelled upwards into the air. At once his eyes shot back open and a smile flashed across his face. Leaning to the right, Tyrus found himself turning in the air, swinging around on the wire straight towards the alleyway.
As he neared both the alleyway and the ground, Tyrus got a brief glimpse at the situation at hand, taking in both the ugly looking thugs, as well as the purple clad woman. Spotting the one wielding the gun, Tyrus clicked the billy club’s switch, causing the club attached to the fire escape to retract back towards him. Now free falling from just a few metres in the air, Tyrus dived straight towards him.
The sight of a young child flying towards him was enough to confuse the man and stop him from firing. The impact the enough to knock him to the floor, with Robin’s feet landing firmly on his stomach. Unfortunately the landing certainly wasn’t a smooth one, causing Tyrus himself to land hard on the floor too. Luckily the impact only left him with something to groan about rather than a serious injury.
“Andrew Garfield really made this seem easy!” He apologised as he stumbled onto his feet, only to find one of the other green covered goon’s fists flying towards his face.
Falling backwards slightly, Robin found his grip and readied himself besides the fellow vigilante, trying to ignore the ever increasing pain that was now encompassing his right cheek.
“That your best shot, man?” He jested, swinging his now fully connected bill club around in his hand. “Because I’d seriously like to see you make another!”
@Lord Wraith I'd be up for getting involved with that if it's cool. Titanpad sounds like a good idea!
Still not as many villains as I thought there'd be...
Honestly at first I had considered playing a rehashed Killer Moth, with him having been given the Catman treatment, i.e. making him somewhat "cool". Had a few plot points lined out, but i didn't see anything long term with him, as he was more than likely going to attract a lot of attention and be taken down quite quickly. Felt like him constantly getting away may just seem like lazy writing or something. Might try and revisit it in the future, who knows?
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