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New post! New (and hopefully more dangerous) supervillain!
Also, just to help you set the scene, my ideal casting for the Chairman would be Kelsey Grammer.
Also, just to help you set the scene, my ideal casting for the Chairman would be Kelsey Grammer.
CLEVELAND METROPARKS ZOO
Eradicator and Quake had a solid enough reputation to convince the first responders. Now better appraised of the situation, the Guardsmen trained their rifles on Pulsecat and her men.”You're coming back with us, at least until we can figure out what's going on,” a noncom announced. “At the moment, it looks like you might be charged with accessory to murder and grand larceny. If you and your men don't surrender immediately, this could get ugly.” The soldier was right, this standoff had the potential to spiral rapidly out of control.
They Guardsmen remained wary, still keeping their eyes on the unknown but less immediately threatening on scene- Drake and Frankenstein especially. With everything that had happened in the last twelve hours, they were unwilling to take chances.
WYOMING STREET
Ajax cringed, holding up his dissolving shield for the last time as Striker plunged the blade home. It was too damaged to do him any good, though- his mighty shield melted like butter. His armor offered very little resistance, either. Ajax Vlachos screamed once, loudly, as the attack ate through his torso, before going limp and falling to the roadway.
Youngstown's other champion stared in shock. “You killed my brother, you son of a bitch!” Teucer screamed in fury, firing arrow after arrow at Acid Striker.
THE PARKING GARAGE
Mythica did not have long to wait before the roar of powerful motors announced the arrival of the man he was meeting with. Firstly came several tough-looking bikers, all beards and leather vests and sawn-off shotguns. Their roaring Harleys were followed by a small fleet of high-class SUVs. These parked to disengage a good number of better-dressed but no less dangerous thugs.
Finally, once they had convinced themselves of the place's safety, the small army of goons gave the okay for the man they were guarding to leave the safety of his vehicle. Dennis Lynch looked like nothing so much as a family doctor- jovial, with receding hair and a comfortable suit. But his high forehead and piercing blue eyes betrayed the malevolence and intelligence that made him truly dangerous. Starting out as a small-time thug in Cleveland's Irish mob, Lynch had risen to the very top of organized crime in Ohio. More than just the Irish answered to him- the Italians, bikers of all stripes, Polish, Hispanics, neo-Nazis and African-Americans all looked to him for guidance. Even without powers, his resources and wealth made him extremely dangerous- Miss Understood and Pokerface had spent the better part of two years fighting him. He had been given a respectful name- the Chairman.
“Hi there,” the Chairman greeted Mythica with a broad grin. “Sorry about all these guys, don't think we don't trust you. Can't be too careful. I only got busted out last night, never know when the cops or the capes are going to burst in.” He smiled at the other man's cigarette, pulled out his own pack. “You know, I could get these in prison, no problem. But there's something rewarding about being able to go down to the corner shop and buy a pack of coffin nails for myself. I ain't going back in. I value my freedom.”
Lighting his own cigarette, the Chairman looked Mythica square. “So let's talk business. I got money, you got something to sell that lets me go toe-to-toe with the capes. Sounds like a win-win to me. What are you offering?”
Eradicator and Quake had a solid enough reputation to convince the first responders. Now better appraised of the situation, the Guardsmen trained their rifles on Pulsecat and her men.”You're coming back with us, at least until we can figure out what's going on,” a noncom announced. “At the moment, it looks like you might be charged with accessory to murder and grand larceny. If you and your men don't surrender immediately, this could get ugly.” The soldier was right, this standoff had the potential to spiral rapidly out of control.
They Guardsmen remained wary, still keeping their eyes on the unknown but less immediately threatening on scene- Drake and Frankenstein especially. With everything that had happened in the last twelve hours, they were unwilling to take chances.
WYOMING STREET
Ajax cringed, holding up his dissolving shield for the last time as Striker plunged the blade home. It was too damaged to do him any good, though- his mighty shield melted like butter. His armor offered very little resistance, either. Ajax Vlachos screamed once, loudly, as the attack ate through his torso, before going limp and falling to the roadway.
Youngstown's other champion stared in shock. “You killed my brother, you son of a bitch!” Teucer screamed in fury, firing arrow after arrow at Acid Striker.
THE PARKING GARAGE
Mythica did not have long to wait before the roar of powerful motors announced the arrival of the man he was meeting with. Firstly came several tough-looking bikers, all beards and leather vests and sawn-off shotguns. Their roaring Harleys were followed by a small fleet of high-class SUVs. These parked to disengage a good number of better-dressed but no less dangerous thugs.
Finally, once they had convinced themselves of the place's safety, the small army of goons gave the okay for the man they were guarding to leave the safety of his vehicle. Dennis Lynch looked like nothing so much as a family doctor- jovial, with receding hair and a comfortable suit. But his high forehead and piercing blue eyes betrayed the malevolence and intelligence that made him truly dangerous. Starting out as a small-time thug in Cleveland's Irish mob, Lynch had risen to the very top of organized crime in Ohio. More than just the Irish answered to him- the Italians, bikers of all stripes, Polish, Hispanics, neo-Nazis and African-Americans all looked to him for guidance. Even without powers, his resources and wealth made him extremely dangerous- Miss Understood and Pokerface had spent the better part of two years fighting him. He had been given a respectful name- the Chairman.
“Hi there,” the Chairman greeted Mythica with a broad grin. “Sorry about all these guys, don't think we don't trust you. Can't be too careful. I only got busted out last night, never know when the cops or the capes are going to burst in.” He smiled at the other man's cigarette, pulled out his own pack. “You know, I could get these in prison, no problem. But there's something rewarding about being able to go down to the corner shop and buy a pack of coffin nails for myself. I ain't going back in. I value my freedom.”
Lighting his own cigarette, the Chairman looked Mythica square. “So let's talk business. I got money, you got something to sell that lets me go toe-to-toe with the capes. Sounds like a win-win to me. What are you offering?”
Just waiting to see if anyone talks to the press before moving the story along.
Speaking of which, I had a thought today, and wanted your opinions. Periodically throughout the RP, it might be a good idea to have an update that's all or mostly just a news report that acts as an IC recap (good for newcomers) and also presents new roleplaying opportunities. For instance, the news might announce that a certain supervillain has been spotted, or that there will be a gathering of the city's wealthy (good for making connections but also a prime target). That sort of thing.
Anyone like that idea?
Speaking of which, I had a thought today, and wanted your opinions. Periodically throughout the RP, it might be a good idea to have an update that's all or mostly just a news report that acts as an IC recap (good for newcomers) and also presents new roleplaying opportunities. For instance, the news might announce that a certain supervillain has been spotted, or that there will be a gathering of the city's wealthy (good for making connections but also a prime target). That sort of thing.
Anyone like that idea?
Made another dude. Rocket's probably gonna be my main, but I figure that it'll be useful to have a good and proper hero, so please review him and let me know what you think, I edited him onto my first post there in the Char thread.
Blitz looks good, I like that's he's kinda pursuing his own agenda. Accepted.
Okay, well, I think I owe all of you an apology for that unpleasantness.
Delete all my posts please. This roleplay has gotten chaotic. People ruin the story and no one knows what fucking time zones are. I loved the start but then it became shit and has fucking ruined my week. Fuck all of you who ruined this for me.
I'm sorry that I didn't run this to your exact specifications or force people to stay awake at times that would be inconvenient for them solely to fit your schedule. If you want to quit, fine, best of luck on your next project. But don't insult everyone else who wanted to participate simply because they had the temerity to post while you slept.
Alright, I'm done, I'm off my high horse.
New story post, I'm staying away from the PvP for the moment in hope that it'll resolve itself.
CLEVELAND METROPARKS ZOO
A lot happened to Mama Bear in a very small period of time. Firstly, she looked up as Frankenstein very loudly announced his attack. She was athletic and alert enough to immediately get out of the falling giant's way, but the simple impact of his elbow on the concrete path was enough to knock Mama Bear to the ground.
Eradicator's bullet, meant for her knee, instead impacted her torso, right as Drake's flames and Ifrit's fireball hit her. It was impossible to tell exactly which attack did the job, but she didn't even have time to scream. A burning corpse was all that remained of Jessica Schlesinger.
Freed from her mental influence, the zoo animals began to mill about in confusion. Most ran desperately from the flames and the firepower thrown by the Xeaforge forces, several leaving the zoo entirely.
A detachment of Ohio National Guard troopers, attracted by the gunfire and general sounds of combat, poured into the zoo, rifles at the ready. Taking in the wandering animals, powered armors, superpowers and mythological creatures on display, the soldiers could do little more than watch in confusion, trying to figure out who were friends and who were foes.
WYOMING STREET
Ajax was stunned by Acid Striker's ferocity, as well as the fact that his shield was slowly melting and buckling before his eyes. The man had cut his teeth on gangsters and drug dealers- bona fide Caught supervillains were a little more than he was used to tackling. But as befits a man whose courage outweighs his sense, Ajax gathered himself and pressed the attack. He first hurled several small, sharpened discs from a pouch on his belt, intended as a distraction from the true attack- a vicious slam into Acid Striker with his shield.
Teucer, meanwhile, let his arrow fly, but cursed as the acid on his foe's body ate through the delicate head, leaving only a fiberglass shaft.
BEACHWOOD PLACE MALL
While the responding police had yet to come across the confrontation between Phoenix and Sun Rising, they did succeed in battering past the crude barricades and making their way inside the mall, to find several injured but no dead. There was a palpable sense of relief among first responders as they took the injured to safety.
Among the responders was more than a few journalists, eager to report on the first major battle to be fought in Cleveland since the breakout. Press was arriving from all over the world.
“Simon Lowell, BBC News,” one man introduced himself in an extremely polished RP accent. He politely held a microphone to the first superhero he was able to find. “Might I ask what happened here?”
THE FLATS
“Pokerface knew something. He specifically told me something big was going down the first day of summer,” the muscular man whispered to himself, kicking angrily at an empty can. In an A-shirt and jeans, the sheer size of the man was obvious, muscles obviously built from hard labor rather than time in the gym.
The stylized happy face mask, however, suggested some of his workouts came from somewhere else. He was known by the name Mr. Nice Guy, and he was the sole superhero operating in Toledo, Ohio.
“He knew something. He knew this was gonna happen. What else did Pokerface know?” the big man muttered to himself. After a few mumbled curses, he sighed. “This is hopeless. Maybe Pokerface had notes or something, but God knows where he kept them. I'm gonna need help.”
Shaking his head, Mr. Nice Guy jumped into his car- a vintage '67 SS Camaro, rusting but otherwise well-tuned, and sped off in search of answers or anyone who might help him with his current dilemma.
A lot happened to Mama Bear in a very small period of time. Firstly, she looked up as Frankenstein very loudly announced his attack. She was athletic and alert enough to immediately get out of the falling giant's way, but the simple impact of his elbow on the concrete path was enough to knock Mama Bear to the ground.
Eradicator's bullet, meant for her knee, instead impacted her torso, right as Drake's flames and Ifrit's fireball hit her. It was impossible to tell exactly which attack did the job, but she didn't even have time to scream. A burning corpse was all that remained of Jessica Schlesinger.
Freed from her mental influence, the zoo animals began to mill about in confusion. Most ran desperately from the flames and the firepower thrown by the Xeaforge forces, several leaving the zoo entirely.
A detachment of Ohio National Guard troopers, attracted by the gunfire and general sounds of combat, poured into the zoo, rifles at the ready. Taking in the wandering animals, powered armors, superpowers and mythological creatures on display, the soldiers could do little more than watch in confusion, trying to figure out who were friends and who were foes.
WYOMING STREET
Ajax was stunned by Acid Striker's ferocity, as well as the fact that his shield was slowly melting and buckling before his eyes. The man had cut his teeth on gangsters and drug dealers- bona fide Caught supervillains were a little more than he was used to tackling. But as befits a man whose courage outweighs his sense, Ajax gathered himself and pressed the attack. He first hurled several small, sharpened discs from a pouch on his belt, intended as a distraction from the true attack- a vicious slam into Acid Striker with his shield.
Teucer, meanwhile, let his arrow fly, but cursed as the acid on his foe's body ate through the delicate head, leaving only a fiberglass shaft.
BEACHWOOD PLACE MALL
While the responding police had yet to come across the confrontation between Phoenix and Sun Rising, they did succeed in battering past the crude barricades and making their way inside the mall, to find several injured but no dead. There was a palpable sense of relief among first responders as they took the injured to safety.
Among the responders was more than a few journalists, eager to report on the first major battle to be fought in Cleveland since the breakout. Press was arriving from all over the world.
“Simon Lowell, BBC News,” one man introduced himself in an extremely polished RP accent. He politely held a microphone to the first superhero he was able to find. “Might I ask what happened here?”
THE FLATS
“Pokerface knew something. He specifically told me something big was going down the first day of summer,” the muscular man whispered to himself, kicking angrily at an empty can. In an A-shirt and jeans, the sheer size of the man was obvious, muscles obviously built from hard labor rather than time in the gym.
The stylized happy face mask, however, suggested some of his workouts came from somewhere else. He was known by the name Mr. Nice Guy, and he was the sole superhero operating in Toledo, Ohio.
“He knew something. He knew this was gonna happen. What else did Pokerface know?” the big man muttered to himself. After a few mumbled curses, he sighed. “This is hopeless. Maybe Pokerface had notes or something, but God knows where he kept them. I'm gonna need help.”
Shaking his head, Mr. Nice Guy jumped into his car- a vintage '67 SS Camaro, rusting but otherwise well-tuned, and sped off in search of answers or anyone who might help him with his current dilemma.
Is this RP still accepting new people? It looks pretty awesome :)
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