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Saddle up, pardner! Arsenal is blowin' in on that there dusty trail. He is approved. Since we've already started and the villain team has met up, let's give him an introduction similar to an independent, and I'll have him contacted by The Broker to be recruited. For now, hitch that CS on over to the stable (character tab).
Technically I am omnipresent thanks to being a mobile internet addict, but yeah, going to be busy until at least Sunday afternoon. That said @The Wild West I read everything except history and quite like it. I won't be able to read it in its entirety for a bit though. As Solo said, real busy this weekend.
Wards Transition - From HQ to the Streets

@Lugubrious@BCTheEntity@solokolos@yoshua171@Kafka Komedy


As soon as all five of his teammates had boarded the elevator, Sonar removed his arm from the door to allow it to close. The blasted thing had been pretty insistent on shutting, and had begun making beeping sounds from being held off too long. Once they were moving down though, all was calm. Calm, but not peaceful or pleasant. This was the foreboding feeling before the storm, along with all those other overused cliche metaphors. Now that they were descending, Sonar began to focus, adjusting his helmet to better control his hearing.

Upon Evelyn's small gasp, the leader of the Wards lifted his head up to give her a small but gentle smile, the sort you use to reassure someone. "Don't overexert yourself before we fight. It's useful to get to know your team's abilities before an engagement, but having your head on straight is better." To everyone else, his lips moved but no words came out. To Evelyn, it was as though he were standing right beside her, whispering in her ear. This was a minor use of his powerset, one that didn't come up very often and very few knew about.

Once Alessa began to light up, Sonar addressed them all. "Yes, we should follow Messiah's lead. If anybody has any preparations, make sure you do it now." He then lowered his head and closed his eyes, clearly concentrating on some invisible task only perceptible to himself. After a moment he began to speak, but his words were not his own. The hesitation in his voice clearly indicated that he was repeating someone else. "'-We be doing this so close to the PRT?' New speaker. 'Do you doubt my orders? My power?' First guy again. 'No, but there's, like, ten capes in that building. We got twenty of us, and you boss, but you're the only one with powers.' Second guy again. 'How would you like me to make it nineteen of us?' Small crowd murmuring fear."

At that moment the elevator door opened and Sonar rushed outside without any hesitation. The lobby of the PRT was well designed and quite pretty to look at, with its great big window-walls, colorful potted plants, and marble tile flooring. A few PRT officers wandered around while a small group of guests entertained themselves. The guests immediately cheered as soon as the Wards came into sight, a few of them moving in closer trying to snap photographs or get autographs from anyone that would give them the attention. Unfortunately for them there was danger afoot, and these heroes they loved so had to do the very thing they were loved for: They had to confront it.

"Eyeblight," Sonar announced into the Ward's communication device. "We're dealing with Eyeblight. They're beneath us in the flood drainage system!"





Villain Gang - Icehouse Hideout

@BCTheEntity@yoshua171@Kafka Komedy@Eklispe


The Broker observed the scene put on by Chatterbox with a look that could only be described as a professional poker face. His eyes followed the charisma-endowed villain with every flourished movement. Upon each distracting, rude sound the performer made, the Broker gave no indication that it was a bother, or even that he had heard it at all. He merely waited, patiently, for Chatterbox to give pause. Finally the opportunity arose when the blonde man took a sip of his coffee after a rather ill conceived statement about pawns. In response, the Broker stood and began a slow applause.

"Bravo, bravo," he said, his tone dull as bone, so bored. "Your performance was certainly... Well delivered. As a man of the stage, you have proven your merit." The group's benefactor then moved toward the small kitchenette and began brewing the coffee once more. Did he have something against Chatterbox's wasteful attitude, or did he merely wish to prepare some more? Regardless, the man returned to his seat once the pot was brewing again, dropping the extra fifth cup off as he had passed Sofia. Clearly he had paid attention to her eyeing it on the counter.

"I have absolutely no qualms in discussing my own end game plans. That is, so long as you are in. Of course if you are not in at this point then I will have to pay Mister Headhunter here a bonus to rectify the issue. Which reminds me," The Englishman's voice trailed off as he examined a Swiss wristwatch on his right arm. After observing it for but a second he addressed the room once more. "We'll be having a fifth guest joining us any moment now. They believe that they have been invited for the same reasons as you, but in fact have a personal vendetta against me. Entertain them for a minute or two, would you please? Once they are properly acclimated, I will required your services, Mister Headhunter. For a 50% bonus, of course."

Almost as if it had been timed with superhuman precision, the door opened up at that moment and another figured walked in. The new arrival was a tall, muscular man wearing an armored costume of black with blue boots, gloves, shoulder pieces, and chest insignia. His mask was similarly designed and covered the entirety of his head, leaving absolutely none of his features exposed. Small spike shards of ice protruded from the costume's shoulders and belt, somehow refusing to melt at room temperature, emitting a small thin fog around them. The man took a few glances around the basement room, shut the door behind him, then approached the table.

"Ah, and our final member has arrived! Excellent, excellent. Please, introduce yourself to your new team!" The Broker's normally calm, smooth, and unflappable attitude had shifted to one of absolute joy and glee. If he normally had the air of a professional completely detached from his emotions, now he more resembled a child seeing their first R rated movie.

"The name is Everest," spoke the man in the icy costume, his voice deep and gravelly.





Overlook's Bunker

@Banana


As Overlook piloted The Eye away from the hologram, it flickered, then reappeared directly in front of the drone once again. For some reason or another, Decoy was pretty dead set on refusing to allow Overlook to see anything. At least while the two were still conversing, anyway.

The state of Colorado has many military bases. That said, I find it difficult to believe one is abandoned, especially with a multi-million dollar jet, an extremely expensive and valuable asset. Even if what you say is true, it's government property. Taking it for yourself would be another federal offense, something you appear to have an affinity for.

A moment passed before another message came through.

I am currently reading your files. So far, your background checks out. Luckily for you I am a reasonable sort. You're much better off with me than the primary tinker out in, oh I don't know, Brockton Bay. Just don't tell Armsmaster I said that.

Another pause, and another message.

Well Ruben, I believe we can make a deal.





The Penalty Box - Sonika

@j8cob


"<My apologies for bothering you in your free time, ma'am,>" the Italian spoke, taking the drink that had been forcefully offered to him. "<But it is as my boss says, you never truly have any time off.?" He began drinking steadily, just as instructed. Funny how he had been given conflicting orders in his encounter with Natasha Burkova thus far. Drink, hurry and don't waste my time, those two suggestions did not exactly compliment one another very well. After all, you offered a drink as a sign of hospitality, to draw out the engagement, to be friendly. The Italian laughed inwardly at the paradox of it all.

Setting the glass down, he addressed Natasha once more, maintaining eye contact with the Bratva leader. "My name is Benito Buceli. The man that I am representing today is a high ranking capo in my family. The public knows him as the supervillain Purge. I understand if you have not heard this name before, as both you and he are new to this city. We have recently relocated from Chicago, while I understand that you have recently come from the motherland, no?"

Benito looked about the bar, his eyes training on each of the men Natasha had stationed there. He made sure to take special mental note of the one that had disappeared behind a door. After only a second of getting comfortable and glancing around, his eyes were back on Natasha. "Our requests are simple. We wish to extend our influence in an effort to reclaim old glory. Purge understands this area is under your control, and so I am his envoy requesting permission to operate here. As for what you get in return, your benefit is silence."





Zach and Necro - Denver Alley

@solokolos@Sophrus


Perhaps Zach had caught the bigger, stronger man off guard. Perhaps a forward attack was the absolute last thing the thug had expected. Perhaps he was overly confident and let it happen. No matter the reason, Zach's punch struck the large black gangster right in the stomach, exactly as planned. The thug bent over only slightly, exhaling just a bit. He had felt the blow, but it hadn't really hurt him that much.

"Fuck you, asshole!" called one of the thugs from behind. "Nobody hits Murderface!"

A second later, Zach felt a crowbar collide with the back of his head with enough force that it probably would have killed a normal person. Good thing he was far from normal.
@Sophrus@Solokolos Going to start working on the next round of updates. Since two PCs are together in that alley fight now, you can control the lame ass mook NPCs and it'll be more about your own interactions together. Or I can include you guys in the round of updates and control the thugs. It doesn't matter much to me, they're not important NPCs or parahumans.
@Lugubrious Good god, what did you eat that you're throwing up a post? Concentrated wood pulp?
Yeah, it's hard to describe the situation when there isn't anybody there to actually perceive the situation yet. Hahaha. But it makes a sort of sense for some mooks to be up there too. Keeping a lookout, so to speak.
Well, it wasn't clear because I didn't describe anything about them beyond what Sonar himself said, since it's a Wards-exclusive mission. Just getting the foundations off the ground, you know? :P
@Sophrus I sure hope the Community members you referenced in your first post aren't the same ones that I'm sending the Wards after. Because, I mean, they aren't above ground or in a situation to be followed or tracked right now, hahaha. It can totally be a group of regular mooks, though.
@Sophrus Sounds awesome! Hope you did well, too. Remember that you can interject yourself into a personal story away from everyone else or wander into anything going on with others (except the villain team right now, as they are in their secret base).


"Hmhmhmhmhm," chuckled the hologram of Decoy as he observed the goings on in the firing range. It was clear that he had found the entire thing quite amusing. Or at least that's how he projected himself. Nobody could ever truly be certain when it came to this enigmatic tinker. "Overlook, we'll take this private. It's nothing to concern my Wards with." The hologram reached out to The Eye, and although it could not physically touch the machine, it did shield the thing from vision.

Sonar let out a small sigh. "It's probably just as well. If this Overlook is a tinker, there's nobody better suited for this situation than Decoy. Especially since Decoy practically runs this building and all of its defen-" In an instant Sonar's expression changed from one of relief to one of urgency. His eyes, barely visible behind the soundwave dampening helmet, opened wide, while his lips parted somewhat. "Oh Snapple! Wards, with me! Decoy, there's trouble nearby, but we've got this!" The youngest hero of the group waved the team on and took off toward the elevator, about forty feet down the corridor from the shooting range.

Jesus, what was up with this kid? Did he have some kind of hero complex? Oh. Wait. Well regardless, he had a mission in mind for his team, and at his insistence it was an emergency situation. Sonar adjusted the communications setting on his helmet, then spoke into it directly addressing each member of the Wards, but he had cut off the frequency from the rest of the Protectorate. Team, I'm really sorry to pull you around like this, but a high ranking member of The Community stepped into my hearing range and he's got a gang with him. I'm listening in on their plan, but only getting bits and pieces of it right now."

He stopped inside the elevator, slammed his finger on the button for floor one, then extended an arm out to hold the door for the rest of the Wards.





Overlook's Bunker.


Through the camera of The Eye, Overlook could see the hologram the kids had referred to as "Decoy" dismiss them all, saying that he would handle things. The hologram then moved in on The Eye, blocking all vision from the drone's camera. All Overlook could see now was a large, flabby gut and set of man boobs on a light projection made to resemble a man. Of course, he could still easily attempt to pilot his drone through the hologram, but they were talking now so why ruin a good thing?

I know when my Wards are lying, don't you worry about that. This was the first reply from TheRe@lD3c0y since their first message on Ruben's computer.

I find it interesting you say you want to be helpful, that you're no threat, and yet you use a drone with video/audio recording capabilities to infiltrate the PRT covertly. The front door not good enough? And for the record, like it or not, you are a threat. The wealth of information you could have potentially stolen is more damaging in the wrong hands than any superpower. You're smart enough to set this all up, certainly you realized that?





Denver Alley - Zach

@solokolos


As Zach took his route home, his paranoia of nearby blacks was, for better or worse, proven to be justified. A tall, well built thug of a man wearing the colors of The Community stepped in front of the would-be dishwasher and stared down at him. The gang banger had a pistol poorly concealed at his hip, and was a good foot and a half taller than Zach himself. Three more gang members stepped into the narrow space behind Zach, each with a weapon of their own. One lazily swung a chain back and forth. Another held a combat knife in his hand. The last brandished a crowbar, smacking it into his open palm with a malevolent grin that just screamed, "Yeah, I'm a badass and I'm about to fuck you up."

"Where you goin', whitey? Don't you know you gotta pay your respects to the owners of dese here streets?"





The Penalty Box - Sonika

@j8cob


Before Alexander could answer his boss's question, a new body entered the bar. Peculiar, since they hadn't opened yet. This man didn't look like a customer that lost track of the time, nor a drunkard that couldn't care less when it was time to drink. No, this looked to be a man of business. He was short, only about five and a half feet tall, but had the air of a keen killer about him. His skin had an olive complexion, pointing toward a Mediterranean upbringing, while his facial features pointed noticeably toward an Italian heritage. The man's eyes looked sharp, as though they were constantly scanning for trouble through their green lenses. Finally, the man wore a nice Italian black suit, and matching hat. Soon as he entered he spotted Natasha and approached her.

"<Please forgive my intrusion, ma'am,>" he spoke in a flawless Russian accent. "<I have been sent by my employer to speak with you as his representative.>" The man tipped his hat, revealing a thinning hair line and bald spot resting in the very center of his cranium.







The Broker opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off by Love Craft. Rather than get upset by the rude intrusion, he gave the strange teenage parahuman a nod of acknowledgement, then answered the question posited to him by the mercenary. "Think of yourself as insurance, Mister Headhunter. I would rather our team come out of an engagement happy and healthy. Thus it it appears that a situation has become too dangerous, I place my trust in your judgment to pull your trigger. I also acquired you for your skills as a spotter, as well as your military tactical training. I do hope this explanation sates your curiosity."
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