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In the days since the demon attack, or “D-Day” as it had been called by some in the media, Scott had rarely had a chance to walk the streets of the city. In the days following the disastrous attack on Lost Haven, Scott had spent much of his time helping to undo the damage that had been done to the city. Be it helping repair the physical damage to the brick and mortar buildings, or just being visible to the public in an attempt to help raise the moral of the citizens, he had been very busy.

However, on this day, he decided to take some time away from his exploits as Icon, see how things were on the streets. Though the people of Lost Haven were known to be a resilient bunch, it was easy to see that the psychological scars of the attack were still fresh among the city’s residents.

The city was unusually quiet. There wasn’t the constant noise that normally filled the air. Aside from the occasional honking of a car horn, it was almost silent. It was so quiet in fact, that if one weren’t careful, they might forget entirely that they were in a large city.

It was almost as if the people of Lost Haven didn’t want to be noticed, out of fear of inviting another attack.

As Scott made his way down Eastern Avenue; towards the heart of Sherman Square, he noticed something that seemed out of place on this particular day. A crowd had formed at on the sidewalk in front of the Chambers Building, the tallest building not only in Sherman Square, but all of Lost Haven.

When Scott looked up to see what the crowd had been staring at, his heart jumped. Standing on the ledge of the roof was a young woman. The pretty brunette looked to be in her mid twenties, and as she stood on the ledge of the building, with the wind whipping around her, threatening to throw her from the roof, she looked entirely too calm. Then, the unthinkable happened, as she simply stepped off the ledge and began plummeting toward the ground.

Not today. Scott thought to himself as in a blink of the eye. he quickly stepped out of view into a nearby alley. Once he was out of sight, he spun in place, and in what could only be described as a whirlwind, shed his civilian clothes in favor of the familiar blue and silver garb of the hero Icon.

In a flash, Icon raced from the alley and flew up the side of the Chambers Building, meeting the young woman nearly halfway down the structure of glass and steel.

It’s alright, I’ve got you.” He said as he caught her in midair, bulling her into his chest. ”You’re going to be alright."

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Yep, I'm slacking lately. I'll get her added to the roster shortly

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

In a word....twisted. And I love it

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Posts coming tomorrow. Just got home from the day from hell at work, and I'm calling it an early night.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

collab between myself and Hound is up. I did mention a quick time jump of "a couple of days."

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Isaac’s eyes flickered open and he found himself staring at grey. A lot of grey. As his eyes adjusted he realized he was looking at a greying ceiling. He grunted and lowered his field of vision and tried to take in his surroundings.

His right arm was hooked up to a drip and his left hand was wrapped in plaster. In the back corner was a small television and he was lying in a single bed.

This was either the crappiest hospital in the western world or...

“...there’s no need to worry. You’re safe.” A familiar voice of an old friend, a friend who can fly, and the pieces fell together as to what exactly happened.

“How long was I out?”

“Only a few hours…at first. But then when you blacked out after... it’s been a couple of days.” Icon responded.

Isaac pawed at his own face and felt a sense of relief wash over him as he found his balaklava not only in place, but itchy. Itchy was good. It got that way when his facial hair started to cling to it. It meant it had been sitting that way for a while.

“Don’t worry.” Icon said, sensing the man in black’s panic. “This clinic is very discreet and they provide confidential treatment for...” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “People like us.”

People like us... Isaac thought to himself. He thinks I'm a meta.

“A few days for a finger?” Isaac asked.

“Dosage can be difficult to gauge here. Also they needed you to let it heal for a while unhampered. Apparently it’s a delicate surgery to reattach the finger. Interference can result in permanent loss of fine motor skills...and you were being difficult, so they knocked you out a while.”

“So the finger’s still in there?” the Vigilante asked, looking at the plaster.

“Yes.” Icon wasn’t sure how to broach the next issue. It was something that had been bothering him almost from the moment he first met this mysterious man in black, the moment when he called him...

“Could you turn it on?”

"What?" Icon asked, visibly perplexed by the question.

“The TV. Could you turn it on? You’re here with me, so I’m guessing we got out of Armageddon unscathed, I want to catch the news and see the part I missed.”

"Oh...yeah, of course." Icon said as he reached for the remote and clicked on the boxy old television set that sat on a small table in the corner of the room.

Raucous dancing came on the screen, as Lil’ Jon was mugging at the camera, dreads swaying.

# Fire up loud, Another round of shots #
# Fire up loud, Another round of shots #

Isaac winced away from the TV. “God damn...”

“What? I take it you're not a fan of this song either?” Icon asked, somewhat surprised at his reaction.

“Nah, I can’t stan—wait a minute. This isn’t the video clip for this...”

Suddenly the video cut to a steadycam shot of Isaac being held aloft by the demon. A shaky zoom in on his masked face. The hard dark grin.

# TURN DOWN FOR WHAT! #

“What. The. Fuck.”

"If you can't stand the song, why'd you say it?" Icon asked, slightly amused at the man in black's irritation.

“Son of a fucking...”

“Well, why did you say it if you don’t like the...”

“I don’t bloody know! I’d lost a shitload of blood! I had to say something! You come up with a line on the spot and these press guys were playing the...”

Suddenly he realized where the footage came from.

“Motherfuckers... Press motherfuckers...”

Icon quickly changed the channel to the news.

Isaac caught himself up with events of that night, and as he calmed down, the silver and blue garbed hero finally asked the question that kept him coming back.

“Look...That day. You called me—“

Isaac stopped him. “There’s discreet and confidential, and then ‘discreet and confidential’.”

Icon continued.“A name. You called me a name. Is there anything you want to say about that?”

“There will be something said about that, but not here. Let’s just chalk it up to bloodloss along with the song and understand that I’m a friend, not a threat. Good enough for now?”

“For now.” Icon hesitantly agreed.

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I wouldn't say rejected completely, except for Lyger. Lyger just doesn't like the guy, which is funny, because as Lyger's handler, I'm a pretty big fan lol

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Oh, I recently updated the first page of the OOC, now might be a good time to review the rules of the game and such.

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VATROU said
I'm still in this. Just need to find out what Chrono has planned so things aren't a mess later.

Gotcha

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Post is up. Have to go get ready for work, I'll be back later tonight.