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Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Ok, first fight everyone! So Wards, listen up. For the most part, you can control and beat the crap out of these thugs in your posts yourself. They're not that big bad or important. Just remember that they do have numbers on their side, and that if you take a hit it should actually matter (since none of you are brutes). That said, I'll still control them in my own post next update, at least in terms of their general activity (and may or may not dole out some damage to you guys). Eyeblight, however, is 1) another cape, and 2) an important NPC, so no controlling of him or assuming his actions whatsoever. Cool? Cool. Let's get this battle on, daaaaawgs!

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Wards - Streets of Denver

@BCTheEntity@yoshua171@Lugubrious@solokolos@Kafka Komedy

The Wards listened in on Sonar's plan, and for the most part had no objections or meaningful comments. When Epsilon stated that she actually did not have anything prepared to nullify Eyeblight's abilities, Sonar gave her an understanding nod, then continued on with the explanation of his plan. It was not the answer he had hoped he would get, but that didn't change their plan of attack. At least not by any meaningful amount. After all explanations had finished, the team decided that now would be a good time to start up with the bickering, incited by Martyr. Sonar sighed inwardly. Dean was a good kid, and had more experience than most of them in the group, so why'd he have to act so petty? Epsilon was quick to interject, speaking in an attempt to educate her peer but Sonar knew well enough that it could easily have been perceived as condescending. And then Margrave. Sonar tensed his mind for some grand display of rebuttal, prepared to tear into the darkest individual on their team, but Margrave's response came surprisingly low key. Well, that could have been a lot worse, the team leader thought to himself. Thankfully Messiah and Tulpa didn't join in on this pointless bickering. Such maturity was expected from the team's official second in command, but Sonar hadn't quite gotten a grasp on Tulpa's persona yet, so he found her professionalism a relief. Hopefully it wasn't just nerves from her first outing and he'd see a lot more of it.

"That's enough, team. We'll have time to point and laugh at one another back at HQ. Out here, we're a single unit." The youngest of the group projected his voice quite strongly, his tone shifting to take command. Was this the natural leadership skills he had picked up over a 6 year career? Or was his power at work in some way? "Teams, get into positi-" The young boy's eyes suddenly opened wide as something interrupted his train of thought. "Eyeblight is planning on taking the hostages to Patriarch. They're abducting anybody that they can to bring to their leader. 'They will join our community' he said. Aw fudge stick. Team, into positions."

With that last bomb of information dropped on the team, Sonar turned round and lightly jogged down the sidewalk, fully expecting Epsilon and Martyr to follow him. Their destination, the mouth of the drain off into a small riverbed, was about 90 meters away. Once they neared, Sonar slowed himself to a walk, doing his best to make no sounds. Finally he came to a complete stop at the top edge. Clouds rolled in, darkening the sky just enough to be noticeable, but not enough to make any distinguishable difference. At least, not out in the open.

"Assault Team B," he uttered once his hearing could confirm they were in place. He did not speak into the com system, yet everyone heard Sonar as though he spoke directly into their brain. "Prepare yourselves. Tulpa, now!"

Meanwhile, it was a bit of a tight squeeze for the Wards designated Team B to get into the storm drain, but not an overtly time consuming effort. While the immediately area happened to be illuminated (albeit rather poorly) by the natural light creeping in, deeper down the underground tunnel was much darker. The area that Sonar had said the Community and hostages were, 30 meters, was visible only by a couple small flashlight beams apparently being held by the gangbangers. The space was tight, no more than two or (or three for the particularly petite) could stand next to one another at a time, shoulder to shoulder. At this distance making out the individual gang members, much less the bound hostages, would be next to impossible.

Next to impossible for all save Tulpa's manifestation, that is. Once created, thanks to the enhanced hearing provided to it by Sonar and its proximity to the gang and their light source, the projection could make out each individual, though not in perfect detail. The eight hostages had been lined up against the right side wall, hands bound at the wrist behind their backs, while a simple burlap sack had been stuffed over their heads and tied around the neck. Each were bound to the next in a row, the rope reaching from neck to neck to neck. The Judging by size, they appeared to be six adults, one teen, and a child no older than eight.

The twenty gang members loitered about, some smoking, some shooting the shit with one another, and some doing fuck all. Most, though not all, held a weapon of some kind, which ranged from pipes to knives to batons and glass bottles, but not a single gun amongst them all. Well, all except for one. Eyeblight himself stood at the center of the group, currently in the act of inspecting his captives. He wore a costume of simple cotton and burlap cloth, torn apart into rags stitched together poorly. For reasons unknown to the public and anybody with a fashionable mind, Eyeblight had opted to leave his navel exposed when in costume, showing off tan skin covered in third degree burns. Holstered to his belt one could make out a combat knife and a simple 9mm pistol.

As soon as Tulpa's projection manifested, the goons react with a great deal of confusion. The ranks were not quick to realize their situation, but once they did attention shifted toward Team B. "Intruders!" As soon as Team A were to jump in from the other side, they would immediately notice that the majority of the gang's focus was in looking the other way. All except for a single mook that just happened to be lucky enough to see them coming, or slow and dumb enough not to react very fast.

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The Gang - Icehouse Hideout

@BCTheEntity@yoshua171@Kafka Komedy@Eklispe

Horrified. Desperate. These words seemed too tame, too inconsequential for Everest at this moment in his life. At the last moment in his life. The Broker released his hand, but Everest did not have the opportunity to try another attack as he found his neck suddenly screaming in pain. His first instinct was to fight back, to thrash against his attacker, but it was to no avail. Headhunter's knives had cut in too deep, caused too much pain, and so when Everest attempted to spin around to swipe at the assassin he only succeeded in causing further harm to himself. Bleeding profusely, his head dangling haphazardly from where his neck had once been, Everest slumped to the floor.

Though Love Craft closed in, having transformed one of its limbs into a weapon to deal the final blow, Everest's eyes instead hung on to the only figure he could see from his position: Sofia. Whether or not she met his gaze didn't really matter, for what he said next he said to himself in delusion. Only those that bothered to listen closely, through the gurgles of blood, could make out the faint words spoken. "They said... These powers... Could kill... My... Enemy... Why... Cal..." Everest ceased to speak. He ceased to move. Ceased to be. A moment of silence pervaded the room now.

"Well that was eventful," spoke The Broker, breaking the silence in his usual professional manner. He had taken to adjusting his tie, combing his hair, and recomposing himself in general. This mood swing of his was incredible, a true sight to behold. "Thank you for your service. Ronald Dahl, former owner of the Icehouse. He didn't take it too well when I purchased this property out from underneath him. Such a shame, really. If he had been more agreeable, I was going to offer him a place in this little business venture of ours. I might have even allowed him the property back, in a managerial capacity. Miss Sofia, is it possible for you to 'ignore' the blood through the floor? That would save us a good deal on cleanup I think."

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Overlook's Bunker

@Banana

Overlook's preparations were well founded. If the PRT squad had seen some of the more sensitive information or equipment he had around, that could have proven to be catastrophic on a personal scale. Thankfully he had the foresight to ensure that didn't happen, which meant that as long as Decoy was an honest hero he shouldn't have anything to worry about once the squad arrived. After he took his precautions, Ruben was able to get in a good ten minutes of Morrowind (of course, always just enough to become invested but never enough for it to have been worth it) before he was interrupted. The cameras and sensors around the bunker picked up an armored van parking nearby. A squad of three soldiers exited the vehicle, armed with pistols and some kind of spray can dispensers, then began to scout out the property above his bunker. This was it. He could either wait and let them find the entrance, or he could invite them himself somehow.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@The Wild West@Sophrus@Banana

Since you three are all newer and might not have read the entirety of the OOC, I'll just lay this out again. There is an ongoing skype group chat for this game. If you would like to be part of it, just message me on skype at professional.protagonist and I'll add you on.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

What's especially humorous is that I plan on using Godot as a face claim for an NPC that'll be showing up eventually. :P

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Coffee. All that Sofia really cares about rn. ^.^

@Eklispe

Sofia's dad.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Wards - Streets of Denver

@solokolos@Kafka Komedy@Lugubrious@BCTheEntity@yoshua171

The young heroes emerged from the Parahuman Response Team's headquarters, bursting forth like a floodgate crushed beneath an awesome wave! The civilians that had been in the lobby attempting to get in close for pictures, autographs, and questions had been held back by the few PRT soldiers that remained in the area. A few attempted to break free from the holdings of the soldiers, but to no avail, and soon the objects of their desires had fled from sight. The people out on the street had been just as surprised and enthusiastic about seeing real life superheroes, but thankfully they exercised far greater restraint. It seemed they recognized that the young heroes were on a mission, that they were needed for some urgent situation. Nobody followed the Wards as they ran off, led by Sonar.

As Messiah fell back to provide comfort for Epsilon, Sonar smiled. Again he spoke, and just as in the elevator his words could only be heard by the specific target of his choice. In this case, that was Epsilon. "Don't worry, Ira. You're brilliant and capable! In fact, I'm the one that requested you be on this team when you first signed on." Whether or not he was sincere, the boy's words sure sounded friendly and honest.

Tulpa jumped in at that moment, offering to scout ahead using her ability, and for the first time the rest of the Wards were treated to seeing the projection she created as an extension of herself. The young heroine concentrated on following Sonar whilst also allowing information to flood her mind, bits of data collected by the projection and provided directly into her brain. The projection certainly provided a great deal of info, and even collected tidbits that Sonar had yet to discover with his incredibly invasive ability. "Melee, no guns. That's such a relief," the team leader commented, coming to a complete stop near a storm drain as Margrave spoke confidently into their communications.

"I know I can count on you, Margrave, the youngest of them spoke through quickened breaths. In only a second he had caught his breath, and stood up straight to address his team. Six years of experience really did pay off if a sprinting session like that didn't affect him very long. "Now we have an idea of what we're up against, Wards. I can distinctly hear twenty-nine different bodies. Twenty thugs with melee weapons plus Eyeblight, which means we have eight hostages tied up. They're positioned exactly thirty meters South of us, near the drain mouth where the water pours into the creek."

Sonar took a moment to make eye contact with each of his team, showing his steely determination and strong confidence. "It's rather lucky that we caught Eyeblight in such tight quarters. That means his natural agility and athleticism will be somewhat mitigated. I recommend a two-pronged assault. Tulpa," he lifted his head to lock eyes with the newest member of the Wards. "Since you volunteered, on my signal manifest your projection from inside the drain tunnel. That way, we draw their attention from the mouth entrance." He then shifted focus to the rest of the group. "While the Community is distracted with the sudden appearance of Tulpa's projection, I will lead assault team A through the mouth. I want Martyr and Epsilon with me. Martyr, if any of them try to escape, make sure they'll have to fight for it by plugging that exit with as many clones as you can. Epsilon, if there's anything you can do to nullify Eyeblight's shifting, do it."

The young boy that led the team once again shifted focus, this time to look at Messiah and Margrave. "Once they realize that we're blocking off the easiest escape route, they may try to simply charge passed Tulpa's manifestation. Messiah, you and Margrave are assault team B. Your job will be to back up Tulpa inside the tunnel in order to make sure none of them can get out that way. Your fire walls should prove essential, but remember that we don't know if Eyeblight's transformation makes him more susceptible to combustion, so be careful. We aren't trying to murder anyone." Sonar glanced right at Margrave, as if to accuse without actually accusing, then said, "I'm counting on you to make sure that none of the thugs can get in close enough to hurt Messiah."

With a deep breath, the team leader added only one more thing. "We all good with that?"

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The Gang - Icehouse Hideout

@BCTheEntity@yoshua171@Kafka Komedy@Eklispe

As Everest approached, the gang could feel the temperature in the air drop at least ten degrees. A noticeable chill emanated from the man, crystallizing water vapor in the air. Just being near him proved itself to be something of a challenge, at least for those not used to sudden drastic changes in temperature. While he accepted every handshake offered, it was clear to the others that holding his hand for long would prove to be unwise. His grip wasn't simply strong and firm, but cold. Ice cold. Not even that, but below zero freezing! Holding onto his hand for more than a few seconds threatened hypothermia.

One thing that Frankie learned when caressing Everest, apart from the extremely low temperature of the man, was that his mask turned out to be surprisingly expressive. The eyes shifted into bewilderment at first, then noticeably uncomfortable. Everest pulled back from Frankie's unwanted attention. "It's nice to, er, meet you... Whatever your name is." His deep, gravelly voice somehow came off as quite humorous as it increased in pitch with alarm, clearly disturbed by the shifter.

Everest appeared to be greatly relieved when he could turn his attention toward Headhunter, shaking the assassin's hand and nearly freezing his glove in the process. "Headhunter? I uh, think I've heard of you, yeah? You're a cape? Thought you were just some guy that was good at shooting things, though."

And then entered Chatterbox. Everest immediately perked up as the flamboyant, garish man spoke to him. The newest cape to the party turned his attention to face Chatter, and his strangely expressive mask showed that he was quite impressed. Relaxed, even. He gladly took the performer's hand, and to Chatterbox's detriment gripped it a bit longer than was necessary. By the time Chatter could pull his hand away, it was turning blue. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Chatterbox." Then CB mentioned The Broker, and Everest's expression simply... Stopped. The more perceptive in the room could see that the man attempted to hide his emotions, but he trembled ever so slightly. If it hadn't been for the man's immunity to his own cold, one could be forgiven for thinking that he was merely shivering.

"I see. I wasn't informed of any of you ahead of time." Everest's vocals projected like a rock tumbler, grinding against the very air itself.

"That is merely one of the perks of being early," The Broker interjected, speaking for the first time since Everest had entered.

Everest stood silent for a moment, then spoke directly to The Broker. "You knew what I could do before I made my debut in public. That means you know who I am."

The Broker flashed a bored looking smile, nodded, then returned to a neutral expression.

"Inviting me doesn't make any sense, then. Unless..." Everest's eyes moved around the room cautiously, observing the other villains, scanning them for danger. Suddenly realization his him like a sack of bricks. "Oh shit!"

The icy cold cape extended an outstretched palm directly at The Broker with a sudden and great speed. As he did so, shards of ice emerged from his palm, flying outward with the speed of a bullet, like some sort of frozen shotgun. The shards of ice proved to be razor sharp, just as any crystalline object would be when filed down enough, by stabbing through the solid brick wall behind The Broker. As for the gang's employer? He sat in his chair, motionless, an expression of bored amusement plastered across his face only matched by a man dragged against his will to the opera that entertained himself by making up his own words to the story. Somehow, despite all probability, despite all possibility, Everest had completely missed his target with an area attack at point blank range.

The Broker seized the opportunity by seizing Everest's own hand. In response, the parahuman attempted to shoot another icy blast from his left hand, only to find nothing happened. "Wha... What?! What did you do to me?!"

"It is rude to attack your host," The Broker snarled, his normally calm and professional face contorting into some sort of mockery of a human being, highlighting what could only be reasonably called the unholy love child of rage and psychosis. "I was willing to give you a chance if you could kill the assassin, but you no longer have any role in this conglomerate, save as currency. Consider yourself terminated."

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Overlook's Bunker

@Banana

The messaging system remained silent for a moment. No new messages cropped up from Decoy, no notifications popped to let Overlook know that the Protectorate tinker was currently typing. The uneventful silence went for nearly a minute before the next message appeared on the monitor.

I have already sent in a small squad of PRT to your location to investigate. I will keep your drone here under my watch as collateral, while the squad arrives. Once they are there, we will talk face to face.

More or less.

I have no intentions of turning you in or bringing you in on charges, unless you give me reason to think you're a threat. The squad has only been informed that I detected an "abnormal computer signature" at your location that needs to be scouted, they are completely unaware of your transgressions, so they will treat you well. Once we can talk directly to one another, we'll iron everything out.

Didn't seem like there was much room for discussion on the topic. At least for now. Hopefully Decoy was as honest as he claimed to be.

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Sonika - The Penalty Box

@j8cob

Benito listened to Natasha's spiel, never once taking eye contact off from the Bratva lord. Just as she had clearly pegged him as mafia, he had clearly pegged her as an extraordinarily dangerous woman, and despite her claims to the contrary, very much the kingpin of the area. He deftly took hold of the business card she had offered, gave it a cursory examination, then placed it within the breast pocket of his suit blazer.

"I am glad you are so open to allowing another family business in the area," he complimented, giving her a nod. "I will let my employer know that you would like to meet him in person, but as you say, going out in public is... Difficult for him, though it has nothing to do with his ventures as a supervillain."

Benito stood, then placed his hat back atop his head. Afterward he set a crisp, clean $100 bill on the bar top. "I always appreciate good spirits, ma'am. Both literal and metaphorical," he added with a wink. "And a special thank you for the warning. We will remain ever alert for capes, and more than simply the Protectorate heroes. Now if you excuse me, ma'am, I must be going. I shall be meeting with The Community leaders for similar purposes."

Unless stopped, Benito would then make his way out the door, exiting The Penalty Box, and leave the way he came: within a 1995 Cadillac.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

So many posts in such a short timespan! And here I am working! Blah, I want to read them all! >.>

Controlled Chaos

@King Tai That shall be rectified post haste.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@yoshua171 No doubt you're busy but I figured throwing a mention doesn't hurt anyway.

@Eklispe

He's pretty active in the skype chat group I setup. Yosh will be posting sometime today. :) Which means once Lug posts with Margrave, I'll be able to move on the plot for the two teams.

All In (Video Game Multiverse)

<Snipped quote by Zarkun>

ProPro first, then me.

@Scarifar

Not according to the post order we've had so far. :P But I can post next, sure.