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Huh, would love to join this.
Hey Chao! It'd be great to have you.
@PolyphemusI know Steel's been confirmed as missing. The rest are unnamed so far.
Okay, good, then I didn't miss something important.
So I guess major supers aside from the Big Eight are missing? Did I miss information on who they are?
THE STREET
The last and largest explosion had not gone unnoticed, of course. Proof of that arrived with flashing red and blue lights.
The patrol car screeched to a halt mere feet from Arc, Flare, and Toy King. Two officers spilled out, the luckless men who had been ordered to get a closer look at what exactly was happening. "Hold it right there!" one yelled, training his sidearm on the three of them. "One step, vigs, and I'll drop you where you stand." The officer turned to his partner, leaning back inside the patrol car. "Call it in. Get Czarny from the VTF."
The excited cop made the rookie mistake of looking away from the people he had cornered, opening up a split-second to act.
THE ALLEYWAY
The massive armored rig had also not escaped attention. The Iconoclasts had done their homework, they knew exactly what this parked vehicle was and who drove it. Six of them began to cautiously surround it, weapons at the ready.
One of the men stole forwards, silenced pistol at the ready, keeping low in an effort to stay beneath the driver's line of sight, until he came right up to the driver's side door. Handgun ready, the man in fatigues and welding mask reached up for the door handle. . .
The last and largest explosion had not gone unnoticed, of course. Proof of that arrived with flashing red and blue lights.
The patrol car screeched to a halt mere feet from Arc, Flare, and Toy King. Two officers spilled out, the luckless men who had been ordered to get a closer look at what exactly was happening. "Hold it right there!" one yelled, training his sidearm on the three of them. "One step, vigs, and I'll drop you where you stand." The officer turned to his partner, leaning back inside the patrol car. "Call it in. Get Czarny from the VTF."
The excited cop made the rookie mistake of looking away from the people he had cornered, opening up a split-second to act.
THE ALLEYWAY
The massive armored rig had also not escaped attention. The Iconoclasts had done their homework, they knew exactly what this parked vehicle was and who drove it. Six of them began to cautiously surround it, weapons at the ready.
One of the men stole forwards, silenced pistol at the ready, keeping low in an effort to stay beneath the driver's line of sight, until he came right up to the driver's side door. Handgun ready, the man in fatigues and welding mask reached up for the door handle. . .
I'll have a post up soon. Sorry for my inaction, I've been working ludicrous hours lately.
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Max suddenly felt like an elementary school student who had been called to the principal's office. He was naturally a shy man, having unplanned attention put on him made him a little nervous. Max cleared his throat unnecessarily, then had to force himself to keep from hemming and hawing.
"Well, sir, honestly that's on me. I drew demonic attention to what was going on. I thought perhaps we could get a little information about what was going on, and maybe the extra bit of arcane force in that area might destabilize the spell. I didn't go so far as a Summoning, but I guess the other world was more interested than we could have thought. A shade manifested in the basement."
"Well, sir, honestly that's on me. I drew demonic attention to what was going on. I thought perhaps we could get a little information about what was going on, and maybe the extra bit of arcane force in that area might destabilize the spell. I didn't go so far as a Summoning, but I guess the other world was more interested than we could have thought. A shade manifested in the basement."
I'm not sure if Unknown is a Starro thrall or if he's just following the rule that superheroes in proximity must fight.
"Wait, really, that was your plan?" the Question asked incredulously as the handful of dust bounced harmlessly off his mask. The one-way lenses prevented so much as a single particle from making through the artificial skin into his actual eyes. In fact, he was so flabbergasted by the ill-conceived attack that he didn't even return any of Bloodsport's punches, instead deftly parrying them all aside with expert redirections with the hands and forearms. "Tell me, which eyes were you aiming for exactly?" he said with a gesture to his blank face as his other hand intercepted yet another jab.
The swinging haymaker caught Vic off guard, though, and crashed against his jaw. He briefly saw stars, stumbled back. Dammit. He had gotten cocky, overconfident, more focused on snarking than winning. And this C-lister had gotten through to land a hit. He had to be completely sincere about even this small fight. Lives were at stake. And loss of sincerity was loss of power.
He added his own inertia to the backwards fall, turning it into a flip that put him back on his feet and out of the range of Bloodsport's swinging fists. What Bloodsport lacked in fighting technique he made up for in power. No doubt about it, he was bigger and stronger than Vic.
But he wasn't nearly as proficient. Meaning something flashy was in order. Especially with the more powerful villains beginning to make their way out of containment. In fact, the words "EVERYBODY DIES, STARTING WITH YOU FUCKING CAPES!" seemed especially galvanizing. Some of those fucking capes were his allies.
"Let's close your tab, DuBois," The Question said as he rushed Bloodsport. But instead of kicking or punching the man, The Question leaped nimbly into the air, locked his legs around the bigger man's neck, and threw him to the ground.
With Bloodsport trapped and the pressure from Vic's legs sure to choke the man unconscious in short order, The Question hurled a handful of smoke pellets at Shrapnel from his prone position. Hopefully if the metal monstrosity's vision was obscured it'd give Arsenal or Speedy or Red Arrow or whatever he was called now (The Question was much more familiar with the green one) time to get that strange-looking woman to safety.
The swinging haymaker caught Vic off guard, though, and crashed against his jaw. He briefly saw stars, stumbled back. Dammit. He had gotten cocky, overconfident, more focused on snarking than winning. And this C-lister had gotten through to land a hit. He had to be completely sincere about even this small fight. Lives were at stake. And loss of sincerity was loss of power.
He added his own inertia to the backwards fall, turning it into a flip that put him back on his feet and out of the range of Bloodsport's swinging fists. What Bloodsport lacked in fighting technique he made up for in power. No doubt about it, he was bigger and stronger than Vic.
But he wasn't nearly as proficient. Meaning something flashy was in order. Especially with the more powerful villains beginning to make their way out of containment. In fact, the words "EVERYBODY DIES, STARTING WITH YOU FUCKING CAPES!" seemed especially galvanizing. Some of those fucking capes were his allies.
"Let's close your tab, DuBois," The Question said as he rushed Bloodsport. But instead of kicking or punching the man, The Question leaped nimbly into the air, locked his legs around the bigger man's neck, and threw him to the ground.
With Bloodsport trapped and the pressure from Vic's legs sure to choke the man unconscious in short order, The Question hurled a handful of smoke pellets at Shrapnel from his prone position. Hopefully if the metal monstrosity's vision was obscured it'd give Arsenal or Speedy or Red Arrow or whatever he was called now (The Question was much more familiar with the green one) time to get that strange-looking woman to safety.
Alright, I think we might've lost a couple people, so do me a favor and sound off if you're still with us.
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