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The Other Guys

"Well," began the hopefully itinerant street-crosser, "I'm headed to the bank, and then back home. If you can help me there, I can catch a cab back. It's only three blocks down."

She smiles, and takes a tentative step forward. "I'm Maddie. You're a sweet one, for a Brit. Help me out and I'll make sure you get something for your trouble."

Maddie seems oblivious to the suited men, but you are not. For every step into the intersection, they move a tiny bit closer. The nonchalant whistler is in easiest view, trying hard not to look like he's paying attention to the two of you and your pedestrianry. Something seems the slightest bit off about him, though: the tune he's whistling seems to be the same five notes, over and over, without so much as the slightest variation nor pause for breath. Additionally, his gait looks a bit jerky.

At the middle of the intersection, pretense is dropped. Whistler sprints forward and throws a very basic straight punch at your face. Excalibat offers an instantaneous warning, allowing you to block the incoming, though this does little to make you feel better about the other two trying to flank.

You're outnumbered, in the middle of a city street, with a charge to protect. A girl could use friends about now.

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

@knighthawk
Turning Undead with a Princess Bride reference. Bravo, man. That was gold.

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

Trust. It all came down to trust, a commodity in precariously short supply. An employer seemingly led them to an unprovoked attack, without providing supporting detail. The target begged them to listen to reason. Perhaps it was a trap, it wouldn't have surprised were it so. The situation just didn't appear right, and so he removed Reverin from the equation.

If it in fact was a trap, reasoned Keystone, he may have just removed their best hope of defense. This would mean that they were all in big trouble. If it was not, then they had little to fear. The only motivation of any importance (except self preservation, of course) was Keystone's promise to his employer, just prior to him squeezing conscious thought from the man. The irony was not overlooked.

In the span of a second, maybe less, all of these thoughts and more whirled about in the rock-hard orb located anterior to Keystone's neck. Screwed either way, probably by his own choice of action, he doubled down his wager and took a side facing, defensive stance.

"Harm or alter this man in any way, and I'll have a much more interesting surprise for you, too."

Trust. It had to start somewhere, even if it was shaky and enforced by threat of violence of uncertain origin. Or, possibly more accurately, in for a penny, in for a pound.

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The elder lady turns and squints at Beamer, smiles, motions for you to come closer. With a gentle Irish accent, she croons cheerfully,

"You're one of those Imperial Fish & Chippers, aren't you? Oh, don't look so surprised. I suppose you'll do, as long as your eyesight's better than mine, missy. At least you're not one of those bothersome Supers..."

As you join your walking partner, the Smiths each take a step forward simultaneously, notice you've made them, and each look in a different direction. One even whistles with forced nonchalance.

Game on.

The Other Guys

Ole!

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@The Wanderer
No no, I like the name. Batman wasn't really a bat, and Superman cheats at poker. Damned X-ray vision...

With restrictions in place, concept approved. Please PM me a CS and we'll get to it. Come to think about it, you and Captain Collateral Damage may have some things in common.

The Other Guys

@The Wanderer
That may be going a bit far. Highly resistant to physical impact damage, I'll go with, but indestructible is a bit far for a low-powered RP. Kinetic energy resistance provides a respectable power with opportunity for comedic situations, while not being quite as OP.

The power can improve, given time and practice. But for now, baby steps.

The Other Guys - Heroes Gone Sideways

And giving it a BUMP.

Click HERE for the OOC and how to get the ball rolling. Thanks!

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@Blackmist16
Not precisely my point. Give the existing CSs a look, see if it gives you any ideas. Also, pay special attention to the Origins hider in the first post of this OOC. Really go over the first posts of the IC and OOC. We don't need Batman or the Punisher, unless it's an underdeveloped satire. I cannot, without misgivings, approve the character concept at this time.

Now, if he were a disgruntled Civil War reenactor, possibly in full regalia, slightly mentally unhinged but still quite heroic, I'd give it a shot. Maybe he's a historian that works at The City Museum of Natural History. Maybe just a guy that got bonked on the head and woke up in front of a TV during a marathon of North vs. South. Or just a dedicated Hero wannabe with access to a uniform.

The characters here don't have epic backgrounds. They aren't the heroes people call on first when things get rough. They have humble beginnings, haven't made a name for themselves yet, and are generally unknown overall.

These are The Other Guys.

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

"Wizards..." thought Keystone, as doubt played in his mind concerning the wisdom shown in taking this job. He was certain that his next intended action smacked of the unwise, as well, but much thought on the matter would only have served to change his mind. He was underfunded, but not desperate yet. Why did he accept the offer in the first place? Whatever the reason, he was stuck in this predicament. And on the side generally opposite of his moral tendencies.

A sage piece of advice: "If you can't do something smart, do something right." flashed in the forefront of his mind for a half instant, which spurred Keystone to action.

He stepped to the side and pivoted on his back foot. An interesting dance, one he had done several times in taverns back in his bouncing days. This served two purposes; to bring him into alignment for what he attempted next, and to give him a solid stance, planting him on the earth with stability.

With startling speed, Keystone brought his right arm underneath the wizard's, and his left around his neck. They locked behind his head and shoved it forward, the large man's contracted bicep slowing the blood to his target's brain.

Gods willing, he would be unconscious in a matter of seconds. Unharmed, but unconscious. "No one will 'urt you." he whispered, "I promised."

The long few seconds it took for Reverin to lose himself into quiet slumber were filled with apprehension. His spell remained uncast, flares of eldritch fire sparked out before they could fully manifest. A person versed in magecraft makes for a very unpredictable target nonetheless, and Keystone kept his hold until the wizard's arms stopped flailing and his breathing became more relaxed.

Not wishing to risk the Elf's life, Keystone slowly eased back the muscles of his arm, still maintaining the hold. He looked to the multiple figures of their initial quarry by the chapel, and addressed them in a curt manner, "Right then. Time and place. This guy's soon to wake up, and I don't want to be around when it happens. If I keep this on him for too long, he'll soil 'imself, and I think he might take that personal on Yours Truly."