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Soup Time. A Year Later.
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I am currently sick and putting all of my energy into work, please forgive me if I don’t respond right away or forget things!
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Sometimes... it is

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Normally unavailable between 3pm-9pm, always welcoming RP ideas, large groups, small groups, 1x1s, you name it!

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It was a massacre.

Shawn could hardly bear to look at the sights going on before him, but he knew that this was the only way things could have gone down. These kids, all of them, were experimented on, tortured, and treated like animals. All they knew was hate for their captors, and now they were getting the chance to get revenge.

Mutations flew left and right, blood covered the once pristine halls of the facility. He had to stand up, take control of the situation.

One of the children had tried to make a break for the president's office. Heidi, equipped with her exo-skeleton had knocked the kid right out and hauled him over her shoulder.

"Mr. Smith, I need you to wall off the entrance to the office! We can't let them get in and kill him." They needed to either calm down the once-captive mutants, let them go crazy until they settled themselves down, of neutralize them. Shawn knew he could do it, but he didn't trust himself to make another clean shot like he did to the president. It would be so easy to fry them all, but he needed to use his fists and his words right now, no mutation.

But something caught his eye. Something reflecting high off one of the lights in the ceiling. It was the little girl he had seen earlier who was flipping the coin, now using said coin to shine some light and get someone's attention. How she had even gotten into the ceiling tiles was beyond him, but he wasn't going to start questioning her. She grinned at Shawn and hopped down, seemingly ignoring the carnage doing on around her.

Her skin was as pale as snow, the only think left of her original pigment being a spot surrounding one of her eyes. Her arms were scarred and marked up almost horrifically, but quick movements with her arms seemed to suggest the damage was only cosmetic.

"They're not going to listen to you guys." She shrugged. "We've been waiting too long for this chance."

Shawn grunted. He was trying to help them out, but they didn't seem to care if anyone was on their side or not. At least this girl could recognize that Shawn and the others were friendly. He didn't get the chance to respond. Another young teen, a few years older then Shawn lunged at him with a mighty roar.

Shawn was only barely able to catch him, and held him as far away as he could. "Could you call him off!? Tell him we're getting you all out?" The kid on top of him was speaking in some language he couldn't understand, and refused to let go of Shawn.

The girl sighed. "I don't speak French. Find your own way to get him off."

"Emma?" Shawn still struggled with the kid, looking around for their telepath. "Isn't there some way you can tell them all to calm down?"

"They're not listening, Shawn. Unless I assume direct control, they're not going to stop." Was her telepathic answer to his question.

Another grunt from Shawn. It looked like he needed to join in with the taking out of the guards. With his arms firmly on the kid on top of him, Shawn delivered just enough of a shock to get him to jump off. So much for absolutely no mutations. The kid growled, but ran off to find someone else to attack.

Shawn picked himself back up and ran into the fight. He glanced around to see who was doing what, and how he could help. Tatiana was gone, somewhere, Heidi was carrying her breifcase and another mutant, Bonny was hanging back, and Chrys was trying to work out a plan too.

"We can't do that Chrys." Shawn shook his head to the newly aged teammate. "We need to bring as many of these mutants back as we can. You could shift them, but they'd still be blood thirsty. We just need to keep the casualty count as low as possible.

Shawn made sure to get up close and personal with each of the guards he encountered. He needed to be close enough so a little shock could send them out. It was a slow process, but the only way he figured that the numbers of survival would be highest. He still had to fight some of the mutants too, but after the seeing Shawn and the others focusing on the guards, some of the other mutants began to see them as friendly. The first of which was the spotted girl, then some others, and the number slowly increased.

Unfortunately, Shawn's mission of low casualties was pointless as Laura, Wade, and Cable all worked to kill. He was still fighting for his own ideals.

"Emma, what are they looking like? Are they calm enough yet?"

"Those that are fighting with you. Tatiana has left with some of the mutants, quickly inspiring them to follow her. There's nothing I can do about her from here."

The fight continued, the masses of Mutants slowly but surely started to help fight outwards to safety, but still refused to not kill. Shawn wasn't even sure what to do now. They were still rowdy. The only different now was that they were mostly outside, and mostly covered in blood. It was not a pleasant feeling.

There was still more fighting going on inside. Many more mutants were inside, fighting the good fight.

"Heidi!" Shawn called out as he proceeded through another set of doors. "Put that kid and the briefcase on the blackbird. Newgirl, I need you too! Rose Mary, you and Chrys stay out here and help with evacuation and taking care of any guards that slip out here." He looked at the adults. emma needed to stay out, help keep everyone calm. Laura should stick with them as well. She looked like she needed to see all of these mutants freed. He didn't exactly trust Wade, so that just left two people. "Mr. Smith, Cable, I need you guys too! We need to go back in and help free the last of the mutants inside."

Just as he announced his plan, more guards stomped outside. Where were they all coming from? This was an unreasonably large military force for an experimenting compound. There had to be something larger at play here.
What.
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Badass.

Preston surely wasn't expecting his new friend to come to his rescue, but he appreciated the help nonetheless. Oscar dismantled the gun and made sure that everyone who won the best got their share of the pot, except for the man himself. Preston couldn't let himself take Oscar's money, so he let some other person have it. Oscar left Preston with a number. Maybe one day he'd get the real scoop on Preston.

It wasn't much longer that Preston stayed at the bar. Fight was over, and he could go home. It shouldn't take him long to back to Coast city.

His hands were in his pockets again, and the ring was slipped on. He found himself a nice and quiet alley to hide in while he made his transformation. He could feel the burn of pure energy wrapping over his skin like a bodysuit, but didn't feel any of the pain that should have come with it. He still needed to get used to his new station as defender of the sector.

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November 4th, 2019
Coast City C.O.C. 7:50 AM

The flight back home was as short as Preston expected it to be. The mask he had kept dust and such from getting into his eyes, and even had a feature where it could white out his eyes, preventing further identification and even retina scans. He liked that option because it looked cool.

When he had gotten home late the night before, Preston thanked his lucky stars that he he still had all of his belongings on his person. He needed to replace all of the food and liquids in his fridge, and that took only all night scraping through convenience stores.

He was able to fine some sleep, though. Nothing could compare to those Satenian materesses that were in the Barracks in Oa. Maybe he'd have to see if he could bring one home these days. Even without the perfect bed to sleep on, Preston was able to get up nice and early in the morning, ready to tackle the day and find an excuse as to why he had been gone for three weeks.

He certainly would have been fired after that, had an old friend of his not stepped in and provided a vague enough alibi to keep Preston from losing his job right then and there.

"I promise, I'll tell you all about it later." Preston sighed as he fell back into his chair. He spun around and faced his friend. "Look, Tony. I could tell you here, but you won't believe me. I'll let you in on everything later. My flat, okay?"

"Fine." The reluctant Tony agreed. "But you're buying beers. Lost my money on that fight last night.."
SIlver Spoon Bar, Hub City, 12:40 PM

"Business." He agreed with a nod. He wasn't lying. "Coast City Celestial Observation Center. C.O.C. for short." He was still telling the truth. His job as an astronomer led him to finding the ring, which got him his new job as a defender of the planet, which led to him landing here in Hub City instead of Coast City.

More cheering went on behind him, and Preston turned back to see what was going on. A smile grew on Preston's face. "Marvin Hayes was doing it! He was taking the title tonight!"

As Ives went down and Hayes was announced the new champion, Preston cheered. The other patrons groaned, some even got angry and proclaimed it was a rigged fight.

"Rigged or not, Hayes won." Preston nodded to himself, smiling just a little Nobody except for a few were remotely happy about how the events turned out. "Now, I think we bet some money on this, didn't we?"

"I think you're on the wrong track, son. We didn't make any bets." A man walked over to Preston and towered over him with ease. His hands moved his jacket over slightly, revealing that the man was packing some heat. Preston grew tense, and sat back down at the counter, still facing the large man.

Preston couldn't do it. He couldn't slide the ring on and beat down these guys for money. He had to do this bare-handed, and at least one of them was packing a gun. He could be tricky about it and use his ring in subtle ways, but the guardians wouldn't like that. He was forced to sit down and take this like a punk. He wasn't happy about it, but he was just a brawler, and nothing his human body had could stop a gunshot.
@QueentzePat and Preston can carpool with their semi-sentient alien gadgets
I think there should just be like a check in date. Maybe after week of unchecked inactivity, you @ the players not responding.
if it makes you feel any better, I'll follow this RP even if it gets rebooted, so you'll always have me around!
I'd love to respond, but again, I'm not really in position to post, unless you really wanted me to.
Superhero/villain Name: Apex
Civilian Name: Patricia "Pat" Palomo
Origin city/Planet:
Ciudad portuaria, Spain, Earth
Hometown: (Where your character currently lives.) Amnesty Bay, Maine
Sex: Female
Race: nondescript, human
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 162 Lbs
Age: 26 Birth Date: November 9th, 1993
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Civilian Appearance:

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Costumed Personality: With her face hidden, Patricia lives without fear. Her Scarab ensures that she can get away with just about anything, an envelope she pushes further and further every single day. Sometimes she feels benevolent enough to use her powers to get free pizza, other times, she can make just about anything in the world free for her. This doesn't mean she lacks humanity. She tries not to kill the people she's harassing. Mortality is more important than the materials she's taking, but you can never make a good omelet without cracking a few skulls together first. Mistakes happen. Whether to call it a mistake, though, depends on the context of the situation and how it favors Pat.
Civilian Personality: A simple girl getting through a simple life. She loves those who she's close to, and would give the world to them if she could. Pat is a family girl who takes care of her own family, and not any family her father in involved in. Despite her animosity towards him, she can't deny how far his teachings took her. However, she's better than him. She still lives a somewhat honest life with a dayjob and everything, and doesn't murder people.
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Scarab Armor generation - The Scarab generates a suit of armor for Patricia to use, and the abilities of this suit are numerous, though not infinite. The armor can generate in sections, meaning that Pat can summon only a part of the suit if she doesn't need all of it.
Superhuman strength and Agility - Paired with Pat's natural strength and agility, the suit allows her to lift more than fifteen times of what any normal human can, and rival many animals in terms of on-foot speed.
Environmental protection - The suit can withstand high extremes for both heat and cold, including high speed atmospheric re-entry, and sub-zero temperatures.
Antagonist Adaptation - The armor can tailor its blasts for use against specific opponents (e.g., Kryptonite radiation against a Kryptonian, suppression blast against a mob). The blasts can penetrate a Green Lantern ring's shield. The armor can call up anti-magic effects against magical opponents. By the Scarab's own estimation, it can even develop countermeasures that can take on the Spectre.
-Gadgets: Sarhi-Ra, the Scarab - The powering tool behind all of Pat's superhuman abilities, Sarhi-Ra is an invention of an alien species known as the Reach. The scarab is a heralding tool that selects a host from a viable planet to ripen the specific area for maximum productivity when the Reach inevitably come to claim it. This Scarab, however, was defective, and gained artificial intelligence. It refused to be a part of intergalactic conquest, and though it doesn't always agree with Pat, the two are bound together, and the human has a much stronger will than that of the scarab. The two get along rather well, and Sarhi-Ra even assists Pat in stopping collateral damage when they conduct low or high level heists.
-Weapons: energy blasts, which can be shot from her fingers, or from a blaster created by the scarab.
Civilian Occupation: Personal Trainer at the Heidi Moneymaker Gym.

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Character History/Origin: Born to a life of organized crime in spain, Patricia was trained to be a tough fighter and breaker of wills. Her body was always pushed to its limits growing up, and her mind became as hardened as her body. She resented this life. She wanted to be a normal girl, but she knew that she would never experience that. The first chance she got, the hopped on a ship and left her family without a word. She'd be her own woman in America.

Living down south in Florida was easy for the first couple of years. She didn't make a mess of things, and she actually had her life together. It wasn't until she made a grave mistake in who she was talking to that she was forced to run west, finding herself in El Paso. There, she found an artifact, a stone scarab. It united itself with Pat and was fused to her spine. Soon, it attempted to speak to her, telling her about the forces beyond the stars, and how she needed to defend the earth against them. Pat wasn't down for that life. With her steel will, she made the scarab bend to her, or so she thought. she refused the scarab and it's desires andShe fled again, northeast this time to Amnesty Bay, Maine. In the time that she had been living up there, she finally became a US citizen, and hid her crimes under under a nice looking carpet. But she was getting too big in her plans. Maybe she did need the power of the beetle to help her elevate her game...

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Would you mind me writing up a villain/anti-villain? I was thinking the blue beetle route, but the character overpowering the scarab's will and bending it to them to fulfill their own desires. Either that, or I could go with a non-powered person. Your choice.
so many green boys, lov'em
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