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Seriously, the girl's right- someone walks into League HQ and threatens to blow the place up and we're just treating it as a harmless prank?
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He Who Walks Behind said
Hahaha, the vaccuum cleaner line was gold, BlackSam
That actually happened in the last thread.
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SIXGUN
Even a fairly light touch from Bender hurt. More than falling to the manicured lawn, just the grip from the giant's fingertips was enough to leave what Sixgun knew would be painful bruises. As he lay on the grass stunned, he perceived the man's outstretched hand reaching for his throat. If Bender managed to get him in a decent hold, Ben Brady knew he would have already lost.
He played on his biggest asset, the lightning reflexes that enabled him to outdraw many a previous foe. His hard fist lanced out, meeting the tips of Bender's fingers head on. Hopefully the impact would cause some serious and painful damage to the delicate bones of the finger. Just to be sure, after impact he closed his entire fist around the giant's sausage-like index finger and jerked it backwards with all the strength he could muster.
That accounted for one arm.
With the other, Sixgun jerked his entire body a few inches into the air, and then used his elbow to come down right on the Bosnian's damaged knee with all of his weight. Again and again and again, not letting up once.
SONJA
With a single eyebrow arched behind her dark sunglasses, Sonja walked into the Common Room to find it littered with stuffed animals and smelling of firecrackers. Not to mention Apogee saying something about a prank. "Every time I think I'm starting to understand this place, something like this happens," she sighed as she walked into the common room. The usual sort of thing.
As Apogee gave the new recruits a lecture, Sonja stepped over to the self-serve coffee bar and mixed herself a macchiato. One of the best things about the League, they didn't skimp on little luxuries like coffee. Even a man like Pariah agreed that first-rate goods helped keep everyone's morale at a high, the better for them to take on the bad guys.
Satisfied with her coffee, Sonja picked up her spoon and concentrated heavily. As she focused, the metal spoon bent in her hand into a heart shape. The relatively simple trick had been harder than it should've been, leaving her a little short of breath. She was definitely on the down slope, Sonja thought bitterly.
Quietly, mostly unnoticed, Sonja slid across the room sipping on her hot coffee, sidling up next to Hi-Voltage, surrounded by a throng of others. She recognized two of them. Ryker, of course, a man with a big mouth and a big heart. And the British speedster, Rolling Girl, or Fast Lady, something like that. Not to mention several others she didn't recognize, including a dog. What was the dog's deal? Did it talk or something? Sonja resolved to get to know the new Leaguers at the earliest opportunity. Especially the hyperintelligent talking dog, it always paid to know one of those.
Slowly, while at least giving the semblance of paying attention to Apogee, Sonja slid the newly heart-shaped spoon in front of Hi-Voltage, lowering her glasses and giving him a wink in the process. Not that she had any particularly romantic inclinations towards the younger man (though she did find him attractive), she just liked and trusted him. She had been paired with Volt on several missions in the last few months, and the two of them had formed a close rapport. He had saved her life several times, and the two often spent their downtime together. Sonja figured whenever Volt felt ready, he would reveal his identity- from there, they would see where things went.
But for now, she just wanted to talk him into doing something a little bit crazy.
Even a fairly light touch from Bender hurt. More than falling to the manicured lawn, just the grip from the giant's fingertips was enough to leave what Sixgun knew would be painful bruises. As he lay on the grass stunned, he perceived the man's outstretched hand reaching for his throat. If Bender managed to get him in a decent hold, Ben Brady knew he would have already lost.
He played on his biggest asset, the lightning reflexes that enabled him to outdraw many a previous foe. His hard fist lanced out, meeting the tips of Bender's fingers head on. Hopefully the impact would cause some serious and painful damage to the delicate bones of the finger. Just to be sure, after impact he closed his entire fist around the giant's sausage-like index finger and jerked it backwards with all the strength he could muster.
That accounted for one arm.
With the other, Sixgun jerked his entire body a few inches into the air, and then used his elbow to come down right on the Bosnian's damaged knee with all of his weight. Again and again and again, not letting up once.
SONJA
With a single eyebrow arched behind her dark sunglasses, Sonja walked into the Common Room to find it littered with stuffed animals and smelling of firecrackers. Not to mention Apogee saying something about a prank. "Every time I think I'm starting to understand this place, something like this happens," she sighed as she walked into the common room. The usual sort of thing.
As Apogee gave the new recruits a lecture, Sonja stepped over to the self-serve coffee bar and mixed herself a macchiato. One of the best things about the League, they didn't skimp on little luxuries like coffee. Even a man like Pariah agreed that first-rate goods helped keep everyone's morale at a high, the better for them to take on the bad guys.
Satisfied with her coffee, Sonja picked up her spoon and concentrated heavily. As she focused, the metal spoon bent in her hand into a heart shape. The relatively simple trick had been harder than it should've been, leaving her a little short of breath. She was definitely on the down slope, Sonja thought bitterly.
Quietly, mostly unnoticed, Sonja slid across the room sipping on her hot coffee, sidling up next to Hi-Voltage, surrounded by a throng of others. She recognized two of them. Ryker, of course, a man with a big mouth and a big heart. And the British speedster, Rolling Girl, or Fast Lady, something like that. Not to mention several others she didn't recognize, including a dog. What was the dog's deal? Did it talk or something? Sonja resolved to get to know the new Leaguers at the earliest opportunity. Especially the hyperintelligent talking dog, it always paid to know one of those.
Slowly, while at least giving the semblance of paying attention to Apogee, Sonja slid the newly heart-shaped spoon in front of Hi-Voltage, lowering her glasses and giving him a wink in the process. Not that she had any particularly romantic inclinations towards the younger man (though she did find him attractive), she just liked and trusted him. She had been paired with Volt on several missions in the last few months, and the two of them had formed a close rapport. He had saved her life several times, and the two often spent their downtime together. Sonja figured whenever Volt felt ready, he would reveal his identity- from there, they would see where things went.
But for now, she just wanted to talk him into doing something a little bit crazy.
I got this.
Name: El Santo
Bio: If it exists, he's goddamn wrestled it.
Pic:
Novel-length, I know.
Name: El Santo
Bio: If it exists, he's goddamn wrestled it.
Pic:
Novel-length, I know.
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12 yrs ago
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Fake Fletcher Ross vs. Bender Bending Rodriguez. Fight!
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SONJA
She chuckled as Destiny brought up their recent tussle with the demon Leraje in the suburbs. "Thomas, I gotta hand it to you, most magicians confronted with an actual Marquis of Hell would say, 'Golly, here's where I get to prove what a great sorcerer I am!' and start whipping up some kind of elaborate spell. You, though? You just hit him with a shovel. Villain Takedown of the Year."
Sonja grew more serious as she pondered his advice. Thomas was smart, and more than just a gentleman- he was a gentle man. Out of the entire League, he probably was the most interested in helping people in ways beyond the whole "punching criminals in the face" bit. "Well, a sabbatical won't work," she said, mulling over her options. "There's too much going on in the world right now for me to take a break. That wouldn't be fair to my teammates. A power booster seems impractical and too much a crutch. Maybe if the problem gets worse, but only as a stopgap measure. And I'm not going to the Fellowship. I enjoy my independence." She ticked options off on her fingers. "Obviously I can't ask the League to do more in my hometown, we've got a full plate as is. Drawing power from my surroundings- that sounds like an excellent idea, and I have no objection to learning a new skill. I'm not going to skate by forever on my charm and good looks, so might be good to learn some more practical magic."
She tried to sound more diffident than she felt with the last item. "Dragan Music is in Chicago, eh? Man, that guy. I have to give him some credit- no powers, but he's been giving the Saint Louis heros- me and Red Scorpion and Dervish and Cutlass- the runaround for years now. But obviously if Pariah says no I can't do that." Behind her sunglasses, she winked at Thomas. The gesture may have been lost, but plausible deniability was key. She didn't want him to know any specifics of what she planned to do. "You've given me a lot to think about, Thomas. I think I'd better be going, though- I haven't gotten any dinner and I'd like to meet a few of the new members." She gave the senior sorcerer a smile and a quick hug, then wandered off on her long legs, her heels clicking on the floors.
Already, wheels were turning in her mind. If she was going to take down Music she was going to need some help. While she would trust any other member with her life, there were only a few she would trust with a dollar, and even fewer she would trust with a secret. She set off for the common room, hoping to find at least one of them- a certain lanky Scot whose real name she didn't know.
SIXGUN
"Well, sheeeeee-it," Sixgun- or rather Fletcher Ross- said, looking over the Bosnian giant known as Bender. "You's a big-un, sir! You guys really want to be sure you're getting your money's worth, don't ya? I respect that. Besides, always was a fan of backyard rasslin'."
As Fontana led everyone out of the house and onto the grounds, Sixgun could hear Pariah trying to whisper fighting advice through the implant. He tuned it out, trying to focus on his own. He was a reasonably good fighter, he knew. Even Mike Johns had some praise for his abilities- grudging, reluctant, minimal praise, true, but praise nonetheless. And he had fought big men before. So he had this under control, right? Right?
As long as they didn't see through him and shoot him. Which seemed like a distinct possibility.
Finally, they stepped out into the cool air, the lake just visible in the gathering darkness. He nodded as the watching men formed a circle around them, a movement unchanged since school days. "Hey, Mr. President," he said, waving over the president of the Road Kings MC. "Mind hanging onto my stuff?" Sixgun shucked off the white jacket, carefully folded it, and handed it over to the biker. While it was true there was no honor among thieves, the man had enough basic decency to not run off giggling with another man's property. Next was a pearl-handled switchblade knife, and then the .45 revolver came out of Sixgun's waistband. He did a few fancy twirls, this way and that, before holding out butt-first to the man. Some habits were hard to break. Finally, he reached up for the spotless Panama hat, slowing pulling it off to hand to the biker to hold.
Except Sixgun didn't hand the hat to the biker. Instead he spun on his heel, whipping the hat through the air like a Frisbee, right into the Bosnian giant's face. The half-second of blinking confusion that would buy him saw Sixgun hurling himself forwards, then covering the last few feet in a baseball slide across the cool grass, one snakeskin boot lashing out.
One weakness of being as huge and musclebound as Bender was the inevitable strain on the joints. Especially the knees, supporting as they did such an enormous amount of weight, it wouldn't take too much additional pressure to cause a very painful injury, if not a break. And on the ground writhing in pain was exactly where Sixgun needed this man to be.
Never fight clean.
She chuckled as Destiny brought up their recent tussle with the demon Leraje in the suburbs. "Thomas, I gotta hand it to you, most magicians confronted with an actual Marquis of Hell would say, 'Golly, here's where I get to prove what a great sorcerer I am!' and start whipping up some kind of elaborate spell. You, though? You just hit him with a shovel. Villain Takedown of the Year."
Sonja grew more serious as she pondered his advice. Thomas was smart, and more than just a gentleman- he was a gentle man. Out of the entire League, he probably was the most interested in helping people in ways beyond the whole "punching criminals in the face" bit. "Well, a sabbatical won't work," she said, mulling over her options. "There's too much going on in the world right now for me to take a break. That wouldn't be fair to my teammates. A power booster seems impractical and too much a crutch. Maybe if the problem gets worse, but only as a stopgap measure. And I'm not going to the Fellowship. I enjoy my independence." She ticked options off on her fingers. "Obviously I can't ask the League to do more in my hometown, we've got a full plate as is. Drawing power from my surroundings- that sounds like an excellent idea, and I have no objection to learning a new skill. I'm not going to skate by forever on my charm and good looks, so might be good to learn some more practical magic."
She tried to sound more diffident than she felt with the last item. "Dragan Music is in Chicago, eh? Man, that guy. I have to give him some credit- no powers, but he's been giving the Saint Louis heros- me and Red Scorpion and Dervish and Cutlass- the runaround for years now. But obviously if Pariah says no I can't do that." Behind her sunglasses, she winked at Thomas. The gesture may have been lost, but plausible deniability was key. She didn't want him to know any specifics of what she planned to do. "You've given me a lot to think about, Thomas. I think I'd better be going, though- I haven't gotten any dinner and I'd like to meet a few of the new members." She gave the senior sorcerer a smile and a quick hug, then wandered off on her long legs, her heels clicking on the floors.
Already, wheels were turning in her mind. If she was going to take down Music she was going to need some help. While she would trust any other member with her life, there were only a few she would trust with a dollar, and even fewer she would trust with a secret. She set off for the common room, hoping to find at least one of them- a certain lanky Scot whose real name she didn't know.
SIXGUN
"Well, sheeeeee-it," Sixgun- or rather Fletcher Ross- said, looking over the Bosnian giant known as Bender. "You's a big-un, sir! You guys really want to be sure you're getting your money's worth, don't ya? I respect that. Besides, always was a fan of backyard rasslin'."
As Fontana led everyone out of the house and onto the grounds, Sixgun could hear Pariah trying to whisper fighting advice through the implant. He tuned it out, trying to focus on his own. He was a reasonably good fighter, he knew. Even Mike Johns had some praise for his abilities- grudging, reluctant, minimal praise, true, but praise nonetheless. And he had fought big men before. So he had this under control, right? Right?
As long as they didn't see through him and shoot him. Which seemed like a distinct possibility.
Finally, they stepped out into the cool air, the lake just visible in the gathering darkness. He nodded as the watching men formed a circle around them, a movement unchanged since school days. "Hey, Mr. President," he said, waving over the president of the Road Kings MC. "Mind hanging onto my stuff?" Sixgun shucked off the white jacket, carefully folded it, and handed it over to the biker. While it was true there was no honor among thieves, the man had enough basic decency to not run off giggling with another man's property. Next was a pearl-handled switchblade knife, and then the .45 revolver came out of Sixgun's waistband. He did a few fancy twirls, this way and that, before holding out butt-first to the man. Some habits were hard to break. Finally, he reached up for the spotless Panama hat, slowing pulling it off to hand to the biker to hold.
Except Sixgun didn't hand the hat to the biker. Instead he spun on his heel, whipping the hat through the air like a Frisbee, right into the Bosnian giant's face. The half-second of blinking confusion that would buy him saw Sixgun hurling himself forwards, then covering the last few feet in a baseball slide across the cool grass, one snakeskin boot lashing out.
One weakness of being as huge and musclebound as Bender was the inevitable strain on the joints. Especially the knees, supporting as they did such an enormous amount of weight, it wouldn't take too much additional pressure to cause a very painful injury, if not a break. And on the ground writhing in pain was exactly where Sixgun needed this man to be.
Never fight clean.
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12 yrs ago
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Ooh, villain PCs? I'm kinda attached to some of the ones I made, might use Salieri or El Tecnico when the time comes.
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The whole thing is really just a senseless tragedy.
Hope you mend up alright!
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MrDidact said
I was anxious reading that
Also now I'm going to have to come up with something profound to say :P
Now I'm anxious to see your reply. Much more of this and I'll end up pooping my pants or something.
Also, the heat Sixgun is currently packing, if anyone's interested.
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