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The last several months had been trying for Kyle Porter, as well as his alter ego, the masked vigilante known as Lyger. Not long after a car accident that had nearly cost him his life, Kyle became aware of some startling new abilities that he seemed to have developed. His senses had become augmented, his senses of smell, sight, and hearing where much keener than they had ever been. He was also blessed with an incredible agility, and with that, he was also much stronger than he had ever been before. He had pondered what to do with these new gifts, and noting that the city that he loved was running rampant with gangs and violence, decided that he needed to do something about it

With the help of his friend and roommate Ronnie Chang, he began to formulate his new identity. Ronnie was an avid fan of nature, and after witnessing a demonstration of Kyle’s feats, he told his friend that he was as agile and powerful as the great cats. With this in mind, they set about designing a costume for him to wear while he was engaging in his newfound pastime.

After a gang had attacked the LHU fall carnival, which he had thwarted; he began to focus on the advanced assault weapons that the gang had been armed with. He had managed to destroy several shipments of the weapons, however, despite this; he was unable to stem the flow of weapons into the city.

Several weeks after the attack on the fall carnival, Ronnie had introduced him to his grandfather, a retired member of the British Secret Services, Haruki “Harry” Takahashi. Harry took Kyle under his wing and began training him in a form of martial arts that he had come to call Tae Mu, which was hybrid of numerous styles of martial arts.
Harry also upgraded the Lyger costume, reinforcing it with a lightweight, flexible Kevlar mesh, as well as upgrading a number of the suit’s gadgets, including built in grapnel lines, tranquilizer darts that could be fired from his wrist gauntlets, night vision, as well as a built in communications system so that he was able to keep in contact with Harry while he was in the field.

Harry also provided Lyger with transportation in the form of a prototype motorcycle, as well as a super car, which Kyle had nicknamed Kaiju, because he had told Harry that the car was “a monster.” The car was equipped with a number of tactical advancements as well as upgrades which increased its speed and maneuverability.

While under Harry’s tutelage, Kyle came closer and closer to finding the source of the high tech weaponry. After months of cracking down on the 83rd Street Demons, the gang which had attacked the carnival, and had been the primary users, he finally caught a break. The international arms dealer, known only to Interpol and other international policing organizations as The Franchise, appeared in Lost Haven, confronting Lyger personally, with a number of armed accomplices. Lyger was able to take down The Franchise’s thugs, however, the elusive arms dealer had managed to vanish.

Lyger’s leads had dried up, and he was unable to get a break in finding The Franchise, as most members of The 83rd St. Demons had gone underground as well. It seemed that months of hard work had seemingly been for naught, as the dealer have gone off the grid completely.

Until earlier tonight, while Kyle was on a date at the local arcade, when he finally caught a break. While he and Addy were engaging in a game of air hockey, Kyle spotted someone who he recognized across the arcade, one of the 83rd St. Demons that he had roughed up weeks before.

Kyle had planted a tracking device on the thug, and hoped that it would lead him to The Franchise, and the guns.

Now Kyle stood before Harry, who was seated at the computer console. He was dressed in his Lyger costume, save for the mask which remained in his hand. It had taken him longer than expected to reach Harry’s home in the outskirts of Lost Haven. He had spent much of the evening with Adeline, whose company he had been enjoying more and more since the recent breakup with Keri, his girlfriend of three years. His friends had cautioned him about pursuing anything with Addy, however he knew deep down that she was something special, and more than worth any of the repercussions that he would have to face as a result of whatever their budding relationship would bring.

When he finally did arrive, he was forced to suffer through what seemed to be hours of Harry cracking jokes about Kyle’s social obligations, as the old man had little patience for such things, though he did understand that Kyle did need to take some time for himself, otherwise, he would become too immersed in his work as Lyger, and become consumed by the identity that he had created to help the people of the city. It was something that he had seen happen before, something that he hoped he would never see again.

“Did we get a hit?” Kyle asked the older man, referencing the tracker he’d placed on the thug in the arcade.

“We did.” Harry confirmed. “He’s just outside of the French Quarter, in a warehouse off of the intersection of Derby and Lafayette Street.” He finished.

“Not one of their usual haunts.” Kyle said as he placed the mask over his head.

“No, it’s not. This might be our guy.” Harry said as he looked at the computer monitor.

“Let’s hope so. With any luck, we can end this tonight.” He said as he made his way toward the car,

“Be careful.” Harry said simply, a slight edge of worry crept into his voice.

“I always am.” Lyger said as he climbed into the car, starting the ignition and driving off toward his destination.

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working on a Lyger post, should have it up shortly

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Beetsugar said
I was gone for one day and it went from around 16 IC posts to . Wow, guys, you've all been working hard.I'll get caught up IC tonight. After I read everything I'll probably start to work on a post for Madeline, probably making her debut as Epione.

Yeah, we were busy lol.

Gowi said
Marcus Huxley outlined, so maybe post soon for his next one.

Can't wait

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Dedonus said
Just out of curiosity, what month / season is it in IC?

It's about mid january in game

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Eric took several steps in the direction of his apartment before he realized that the young woman needed more help than she was letting on. She stumbled as she walked, her legs looking as if they would give out at any moment. He stopped and stepped closer to the woman; he placed her arm over around his neck and supported her as they walked.

Together they walked in relative silence, as they made their way to his apartment, which was on the second floor of an old brownstone which had been converted into apartments in the 1960’s. Though he had been told that the plumbing and wiring were updated just a few years ago, some of the plugs didn’t work, and the pipes were constantly being clogged. Even with all the flaws, he wouldn’t give it up for anything.

Carefully supporting the young woman, he reached into his pocket and produced his keys. He opened the front door to the brownstone and gently guided her up the winding staircase to his apartment. Again, with her leaning on his shoulder, he unlocked the door and lead her inside. He guided her to the couch, where he let her sit.

“Here, just relax. Would you like some water? I’m not sure what I have for food, but I know I have some leftover pizza in the fridge.” He asked awkwardly, not entirely sure what to do in this situation.

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Looking good hound

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I'm planning on working on a Lyger post today. Though, I may have some stuff that I have to do in a little bit.

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Eric Dean was in an odd mood. Just hours earlier, his best friend had taken part in a breathtaking showdown with an armored assassin who had attempted to take the life of one of the richest men in the world, which was his second heroic feat in as many days. Eric knew that the moment that Scott had revealed himself to the world, he had changed things. He just found himself wondering exactly how much things had in fact, been changed.

His friend’s exploits as the hero known as Icon weren’t the only things on his mind. Together, Scott and Eric had been preparing to open their very own nightclub, which they had decided would be called “The Hub,” because they hoped to convey with the name, that their club would be the premier destination for people from all walks of life to enjoy an evening on the town. Eric had secured the proper permits while Scott had been busy preventing a giant space station from crashing into the city, and the club would be ready to open in just a few short weeks.

Eric had had a long day working at the site of their club, meeting with contractors and vendors to make sure that everything was in order for the grand opening in three weeks time. He wanted nothing more than to kick back on his couch, have some leftover pizza straight out of the fridge and a bottle of beer while he sat in front of the TV and did absolutely nothing for the rest of the night.

After getting off of the bus at the corner of Easy Street and Oakland Avenue, Eric began making the two block trek to his apartment. As he ventured toward his home, he took the opportunity to check out any and all ladies who happened to cross his path. Granted, with the frigid temperatures that were the norm for Lost Haven in late January, the female form was slightly harder to appreciate due to the fact that most of the women were covered by bulky winter coats, he still enjoyed what he called, “The Lost Art.”

As he got closer to his apartment, he noticed something that seemed quite odd. Laying against one of the buildings was a young woman. She looked to be in rough shape, judging by the bruises that adorned her face. It looked like someone had truly done a number on her. Forgetting how tired he was, he rushed over to the woman’s side to see if she was alright.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked with genuine concern.

"I'm fine, I just need a moment.." The young woman started to try and get up only to fail. "No, I'm not" She said, with a hint of defeat in her voice.

Eric looked her over, and upon getting a closer look at the damage to her face, the bruises, the discoloration in her eyes, he knew that she needed medical help.

“Listen, "we've got to get you to a hospital to get looked at." He said, taking out his phone, about to call for an ambulance.

"No hospitals." The declaration was emphatic. "I'll be fine"
With the woman’s protestations, Eric returned his phone to his pocket.

“Alright. Look, my place is just around the corner. Why don't you come with me, we can clean you up and get you something to eat. You'll be safe there." He said, not wanting to leave the young woman, who obviously was in need of help.

"Thank you." She said as she wearily motioned for him to lead the way.

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Raptorman said
As the hero proceeded to rain a series of blows down on the armored figure there appeared to be genuine damage as the armor dented repeatedly and the armored assailant was thrown hard into the wall of city hall where the wall crumbled a bit. As the being climbed back to its feet once more the armor again repaired itself but the being shook its head as if to clear it even as the hero began a charge.But the white and gold armored figure did not reach for a weapon, or even seem to have much fight left in it and sagged as the hero drew closer. Just before the silver and blue clad hero could land his blow however the armored being moved, dropping down to avoid the fist as the back of the helmet slid open. A mass of tendrils, long, ropey and nearly white in color lashed out and upwards to wrap around the hero’s arm. As each tendril made contact a barb at the end dug into the flesh of his arm though they did not break the skin.Then before the hero could react to the strike all the tendrils served to conduct a massive jolt of electricity into the man leaving him temporarily paralyzed. As the hero sagged the gold and white armored combatant quickly withdrew more of the egg shaped objects and pressed them against the hero while holding the activators. Then before the man could fully regain his motor skills he was thrown away to land. And five of the grenades exploded simultaneously against his chest. As the explosions went off the vehicle that had dropped off the armored figure moved and the hatch opened again to allow it reentry before blasting off into the sky.

Icon lay on the ground, the combination of the massive electric shock and the numerous grenades that the attacker had deployed against him had left him stunned. He struggled to get to his feet, and he did so just as the attacker had climbed into the strange craft and shot off skyward. Still feeling the effects of the surprise attack, Icon stood unsteadily on his feet for a moment before he took off in pursuit of the strange craft.

The craft moved at an incredible speed, in fact, it was so fast that Icon had trouble catching up to it first. He had underestimated just how fast the craft was moving, and at one point had nearly lost visual contact with it.

No you don’t. You’re not getting away that easily. Icon thought to himself as he pushed himself to fly faster.

As he closed in on the strange craft, he saw that the cannon that had been leveled at he and Macros before was still aimed in his direction, and as he gained on the craft, it began to fire. Icon barrel-rolled out of the way of the large energy bolt, which whizzed past his head harmlessly. The cannon fired several more shots with similar results. Icon then fired a focused energy beam from his eyes at the cannon. The controlled optic blast hit the cannon, reducing it to molten slag.

Satisfied that the cannon was disabled, Icon increased his speed, gaining more ground on the craft. He was however, taken again by surprise when a compartment on the underside of the craft opened and several small, metallic objects fell from the opening. He was too close to avoid the objects, and ran into them at full speed. Upon making contact with the objects, there was a large explosion which knocked Icon off course, causing him to fall several hundred feet before he was able to gather his wits and continue the pursuit.

Shaking the cobwebs from his mind, Icon again rocketed off after the strange craft. He knew that the proximity mines had cost him precious seconds, and at the rate of speed the craft was traveling, it would soon be out of reach. He lowered his head and pushed ahead, increasing his speed at such a rate that the crashing sound of a sonic boom could be heard for miles around as he broke the sound barrier.

The sudden burst of speed gave allowed Icon to again close in on the vessel. The craft loomed larger as he closed in on the escaping assailant. As got closer, he fired another round of optic blasts at the craft, striking the fleeing vessel in the aft hull. A cloud of smoke erupted from the hull, however after a few seconds it had dissipated. Icon pushed harder, driving himself closer to the ship, until he found himself flying underneath the long, thin craft. He clenched his fist and cocked his arm, then with a powerful blow, he punched a hole into the bottom of the hull.

He felt components crumple and break under the force of the punch, and smoke began to pour out of the damaged craft. Suddenly, the port which had released the proximity mines earlier in the pursuit opened again, and a small silver disk fell from the opening. Icon released his grip on the vessel in order to avoid the mine, choosing to hit it instead with an optic blast, causing the mine to explode.

Icon looked on as the strange craft began to spiral out of control toward the ground, and as he again gave chase, this time to prevent what would likely be a fatal crash for the pilot, the vessel vanished from sight, seemingly ceasing to exist.

He did not see a crash, and there was no explosion. Icon just hovered in midair, baffled by the sudden disappearance of the strange craft.

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Raptorman said
Even as the hero impacted the attacker there was still evidence of the training that the being clearly possessed, the sword and whip deactivated in the moment before the strike to ensure there was no chance of self-injury following the impact. Then there was the impact and a sickening crunching sound. The gold and white armored figure still made not a sound of pain even when slammed with great force that smashed it into the side of a van and that left a momentary dent in the armor around the midsection. The dent however quickly smoothed itself over as the malmetal worked to repair itself and undo the denting blow. As the figure levered itself to its feet again the cannon mounted on the front of the vehicle spat out a burst of plasma that struck the hero from behind and sent him sprawling to the ground. Then it spat another burst, and yet another after. The white and gold armored fighter flicked both hands and this time two plasma whips flared to life. Both of them were sent flicking out at the superhero just as he regained his own footing, still straining under the weight of fire.It was subtle but the force behind the whip blows seemed to be greater than the earlier impacts that had struck the hero and as the whips wrapped around his legs the being tugged hard using the whips to hurl the hero into one of the pillars in front of city hall. Then again demonstrating either grave single-mindedness or overwhelming determination the figure turned and moving at a sprint charged towards Macros who had remained, watching with interest.

Icon got to his feet as the attacker again made his way toward Macros, who had not heeded the hero’s warning to get out of harm’s way. Icon let out a grunt as he again left his feet, to trail the would be assassin and keep his target safe. Moving at break neck speed, Icon caught up with the assailant, wrapping his arms around the gold and white clad attacker, and driving him into the ground. This proved to be of little concern for the attacker, who almost instantly got back to his feet and reached for one of his many weapons.

Icon chose not to give him the chance. Instead, he hit the armored attacker with a right hand that dented the armor covering the attacker’s face. He then fired back with another punch that sent the attacker crashing into the brick and mortar exterior wall of City Hall, the impact sounding much like that of a high speed automobile accident.

The attacker again stirred, getting back to his feet, and as he did so, the armor seemingly repaired itself, the dents left in the armor vanishing even as Icon charged in for another assault.