Topic: RPG- Superhumans 2: Anarchy

"Hmph. Pally, you really shoulda stuck with Gerrrx." Alastor growled, annoyed by the man with the Desert eagle. He charged his arm with electricity, turning the bullet to ash and sealing the wound. With his good hand, he drew his sword, and dashed in mid-air at the hero, who drew a katana and a Wakisashi to couteract him.

The two clashed, their blades clinking together loudly. With his free, admiiteldy damaged hand, he unleashed what was about equal to the average taser in terms of voltage, causing Jack's concentration to slip due to the paralyzing shock.

Alastor took this moment to swing his blade, successfully removing a few of Jack's fingers, and casuing him to drop the wakisashi.

"Jeez, man! How am I supposed to play Rock-Paper-Scizzors, now? Huh? Answer me that! The boys at the R.P.S. club downtown are gonna have a FIT about this! But did you think about that? Nooooooooo, you're too busy focusing on mass homicide! You just--"

"Oh, for Chrissakes, just shut up will you?" Alastor snapped, kicking Jack in the stomach. Jack was still able to block the blow, despite losing all but his thumb on his left hand, although little nubs seemed to be emerging from the wounds.

Alastor scooped up the severed fingers, moderately charged them, and tossed the ring, index, and middle fingers at his opponent. He kept the pinkie for later. While the ring finger grazed Jack's ear, and the index collided with his forehead, the middle finger struck Jack in the eye.

"Wow. It really doesn't get more poetic than that, does it?" Alastor asked, prepping for another round.

"Well, at least now I'll get to hang out with the other Jack and his pirate crew!" Jack said as he pried the finger out of his eye with his good hand.

Jack warily circled his opponent as his eye healed.

Jack feinted left and got right up next to Alastor and smacked something on his arm.  He rolled away.

"HA!  See how you like it when I stick my Interdiemsional Teleporter on you which will teleport you to an alternate dimension!"

Alastor tore it off and looked at it.  "This is just an iPod.  With tape on it."

"IThat it is.  But you were really worried there weren't you?"

"You're an idiot."

"And proud of it!  The term idiot is relative.  I bet right now I think you're an idiot for severing me digits.  I really liked those ones too.  Especially Pinky.  He and I had some good times.  Now Pinky the Second and I are going to have to get reacquainted.  But you can never replace Pinky!  Never!"

Alastor charged at him and Jack parried but was stil awkwardly holding his sword.  Alastor managed to find a hole in Jack's defence and ran his sword through his midsection.

"OWWW!  Not cool man!  The ladies don't like it when I've got swords in my midsection!"  Jack brought an uppercut to Alastor's face and shoved him off.  He drew the sword out and threw it away charging at Alastor.

Shift put his car into a spin. He was about a block from the cafe, but he did not want to risk any damage to his Firebird. He sprinted to the Cafe and jumped through the wall. He pulled his scimitar (which he had grabbed on the way out) from his back. "Heeeeeres Johny!" He yelled quickly shifting as a razor blade flew at him. Jack kicked Alastor away, and looked around quickly "Johny?! Where?? For the love of God, Jack stop drinking coffee and WORK ON YOUR BOOK! Really, these authors are just so hard to deal with. Always wanting breaks when they haven't even finished a chapter! I mean, if It wasn't for money they probably would never type a single word!"

As Chromium landed Haze made her way out of his cockpit as he shifted back to normal. Chink’s screams echoed in their direction. “Oh this is just fabulous,” Haze said as she started forward.

Chromium reached out a hand to stop her, “I think we should do our thing.”

Haze smiled, “Very well.” She watched as Chromium’s hand shifted to a pool of liquid metal that quickly coated her body until Chromium completely covered her. They were one fighting machine once again. The others tended to call them “Chraze” when they were in such a state.

With purpose they walked until they came across the battle scene. Burnout was down, while Chink was in a made panic. Jack was looking a mess but not particularly worried. Haze used her powers to break it up, with the ease of telekinesis she separated the battling parties. “When are you all going to learn to play nice?”

"Woah.  Deja Vu.  I feel as if I have been here before."

"Tut, tut Jack.  Always into the fights."

"What can I say?  Now would you mind letting me down?"

"No.  Because you'll probably go and attack him."

"Good point.  I'll stay."

Gerrrx flew overhead and smiled evily. " Target locked on " and rocks fell out of his suit. " HA! HA! " he shrieked.
Making himself heard. " YOU CANT KILL US! YOU ( Censored ) SUPERS!! " and flew back to chuck a razor, too.......

Haze caught Gerrrx with her telekinesis so that he could no longer fly, "Not so hasty, my friend. Now then how about we talk like civilised people?"

Alastor shot a bolt of lightening at Chraze which was pretty much harmless to Chromium's metal outer. "Really please don't waste your time."

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Blur sat rather impatiently tapping his fingers on the table top. "Oh forget this," Blur growled as he stepped towards the door. It was solidly locked, but that was not a problem for Blur. He concentrated for a moment and then his body faded into a mist and floated beneath the door space.

He floated out to hear voices. Blur subtly hovered closer to listen. It seemed that Vandal, Frost and Shift were discussing a crime they needed to attend. Blur followed them out as they loaded up in Shift's car. Blur moved higher into the sky to track them. He quickly saw the scene and swooped in.

A young scaled woman was in a frenzy and he immediately materialised behind her and grabbed her to move her from the immediate danger. She whimpered and turned on him but he merely put his finger to his lips and she quietened.

Vandal, Frost and Shift got out of their car to back up Chromium, Blur blinked as he realised that Chromium was in the form of Haze. "What the?" he whispered in confusion.

At that moment Alastor shot a bolt of lightening at Shift.

Gerrrx was P*****. He had been disengaged in a fight with Haze ( a super ) and he could no longer move. He was angry, He tried to break free, even though knowing it was impossible.

Seth was confused. He'd followed the mysterious charger out to the middle of nowhere. Then it had stopped.

<Just what is it you plan to do here, man?...> He asked himself. He didn't dare get much closer. He had absolutely no idea why he was here. He cursed himself for being so stupid. These were obviously shady dealings he'd walked in on, and had no intention of getting himself killed. Then and there he made up his mind, turning around and heading back the way he'd come.

A woman's voice came out of the car, stopping him, "Wait..."

Gerrrx broke free after five minutes of paralyzetion. He continued to fight the supers. ( this time, hand to hand )

((You know what?  I'll go along with this.))

"See that Haze?  Little razor man has broken free.  Can you let me teach him a lesson?"

"Fine.  Have fun."

Jack felt his body go limp and he landed on the ground.  The man charged up to him screaming and yelling.  Jack calmly parried his street style punches.  Jack grabbed a lazy arm and threw him across the room.  He screamed again at came at Jack. 

"Bad guy meet foot.  Foot meet face."  Jack delivered his foot to the guys face who stumbled back stunned.  Blood starting streaming out his nose.

"Man I could do this all day.  Too bad I don't have the time."

Jack let his memory do the work.  He punched Gerrrx in the stomach who doubled over. 

"Just don't hurl.  These are new shoes."

Jack brought his elbow down on Gerrrx' neck knocking him out.  He flopped to the floor. 

"I should win an award for that.  Didn't even break a sweat.  That's 100% manly there."

Gerrrx was parayzled. He was knocked unconcious and fell to the ground. (( I will continue in a few more posts k? :) ))

"Well, okay, as much as Gerrrx deserved that," Alastor snapped at his captors, being held inanimate in the air. "Would you mind letting me go? Maybe? I'm sure you want to, deep down inside. You want to let me go so you can hunt me again. Or aybe yo ujsut want to let me go because you find yourself unbelievably attracted to my cavalier charm."

"Don't flatter yourself." The metal female super replied cordially.

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Mr. Anasazi and Jericho pulled in in front of the Mission City Museum of History.

"alright, Jericho, we'll be lucky if they haven't discovered the old digs. Lt's go get what you came here for." Mr. Anasazi said to his partner as he climbed out of Eleanor.

((Oh and Mandal, by all means bring back drakeus. It's nice to have some recurring baddies. Although, if you don't mind, crank down his power level just a smidgen.))

Shift's vision gradually cleared. When he could see again he pulled himself off the ground, apparently Haze had left him go.  Alastor was pinned to the wall by a huge amount of chairs, apparently immobilized. Shift was suddenly aware of a pain in his chest. The flesh where the lightning had hit was burnt. This wasn't very good.

Alastor noticed as another goody-goody rose out of the floor with a burn mark on his chest.

"Hey there, bunky!" Alastor called out to the wounded hero. "Did I getcha? Yeah those things are a pain in the @$$ ,aren't they! But don't yo uworry, I'm capable of a lot worse! A whole lot worse! Bwaha!"

"Shut up!" Chraze yelled, chastising Alastor. "You talk more than Jack, if that's even possible..."

"It isn't. Trust me. This guy in Guatamala tried once, he challenged me to a talk-off, so there we were in the juice club, one-on-one, mano-et-mano..." Jack began to prattle on as Chraze consdiered what to do with Alastor.

As the car slowed to a halt, M'lure spoke after rolling the window down."Wait..." She said, she looked at Flame, silently expressing her wish for him to stay in the car. She then stepped out, and made her way towards the other.

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Shift glared at the idiot pinned to the wall. He then noticed that Haze seemed to be a giant lightning-rod. He wondered if Chromium was a conductor, because if he was a single blast, from Alastor could kill both of them. He wondered how long it would take for his chest to heal, and he found himself wishing he had a healing factor like Jack.

Burnout's vision came back to him, and he stood up, albeit in a slight daze.  The visions of the titans dueling had thrown him off, to be sure.  And now the heroes were standing, with the electrical guy immobile.

"ugh.  So.  What'd I miss?"

The others shook their heads, and returned to interrogating the villain.  Burnout cracked his neck, and joined up with them, ignoring the hunger pangs that echoed throughout his empty stomach.  (he burns through food faster than humans too; its his metabolism, you know)

"So, Mr. Run-around-and-shoot-lightning-bolts-at-random-people, whaddaya say you answer some questions, and you might be able to get away with a lifetime prison term."

"What's the question? Oh, wait, I think I know it. The answer is 'G-String'. I like to run a tight ship down there, you know what I mean?" Alastor replied coolly.

"What? You know, never mind, I don't want to know." Chraze was going to ask what Alastor was talking about, but decided against it.

"Look.  I'd love to stay and talk.  No really I would.  I love talking.  But I have other things to do.  If you need me I'll be back at base."

Jack turned and headed out the main door.  He felt Chink come up behind him.

"Thanks for saving my life back there."

"Eh?  Oh right.  It's no biggie.  You'll get used to fighting.  Eventually.  Took me awhile.  Would you believe I was a scrawny little kid?  I used to get picked on a lot.  Or maybe I was picking on others...  Doesn't matter.  Anyway it's no prbolem."

Gerrrx couldn't break free of the power that Haze had given him. He struggled and squirmed, but it was no use....... ( i have to wait for Mel, to post, and let me free. ) he had to put up with being jeered at by the supers. Boy, when he was free, would they pay...........

(( Sorry guys for not posting sooner... on the computer i was using the internet went to poopie town and I swear on my Beskar'gam that I'll post later today. THANKS!))

"I'll be back." Jericho walked down around to the loading docks in back of the museum. He swiped his keycard and went through the door, entering the storage section and was greeted by a familiar face.

"Hey hey! Look who it is! So good to see you!"

"Yeah, you too Tony...Look, Is my car still here?"

*sigh* "It's safe, just like I prosmised."

"Good, I need it."
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5 minutes later, Jericho came back driving a black 1970 Dodge Charger R/T.

"C'mon boss! We're burning daylight!"

"Jericho and his cars..."

Haze had decided to tentatively let all the supers loose. She wasn't particularly keen on it but holding them from fighting each other didn't seem to be achieving much. Besides some of them seemed pretty able to continue using their powers. Chraze looked at Frost, perhaps it would have been better to make ice cubes of Alastor and Gerrrx.

((Sorry for the short post, gotta go))

The young man stopped, and looked at M' Lure as she stepped from the Charger.

"You followed me all the way out here. Why?" She asked, in an non-threating way.

"I'm not sure. When that other guy just dropped in on you, I just, I dunno, thought that you'd be someone worth following. Was just second guessing it."

" Ah Seth, how long has it been?" She asked

"Um, how do you know who I am?" he asked, nervous that he used his name.

"I've made it my busness to know as much about us supers as I can, that might mean I know some about you.. How long have you been running, never having a place to call your home?"

Seth stood there flabbergasted. This woman knew more than he liked.

"Who are you?" he finally stuttered.

"I'm M'Lure. I would welcome someone of your skill. I offer you the chance to be better than everyone else, and the ability to let them know it. "

She let him think for a moment. "Of course, you could just go back to the city and go back to being alone and valueless. But I give you a chance to get all those that never understood us. If that is what you'd want take this road to the end. That's my place. It could be yours as well. Think about it."

She turned and walked carfully back to the car. As she leaned herslef into the seat, she heard Seth shout after her "Ok."

"She turned to look at Seth. "Yes I'll come." M'Lure smiled. "Good. Jump in."

((Just Dave, if your guy was just a little more.. humanoid, not human, humanoid, it'd be cool. I'm not sure any of us could carry on a conversation with a character that only says "*roar*". Just put him in human(ish) form and I'll be cool with it.))

Mr. Anasazi and Jericho sped to the battle scene posthaste, driving a good 100 miles over the speed limit. they arrived at Chez bon in record time.

Mr.Anasazi walked through the entrance freely, cosndiering the door had been blown off its hinges. He pointed a small six shooter at Chraze.

"Honestly, Haze, I would have hoped you and Tin Man would have come up with some sort of more clever collaboration. You're still using that old trick."

" 'Ey, boss man, ya wanna gimme some help here? As much as I'd love to take 'em all, I don't wanna seem greedy. It's like I'm at an all-you-can-kill-buffet, and you know how I am at buffets!" Alastor crowed, seeing his boss come to help him.

"I'll get to you in a moment Alastor." Mr. Anasazi replied sternly, none too pleased with his minions' behavior. "Jericho," He hollered back at his partner, who was standing behind him waiting for an excuse to jump into action. " Get the guns out, it looks like we may have a standoff here."

"You realize your guns do nothing to me." Chromium's voice seemed to come out of nowhere.

A silver arm shot out from Chraze's back and latched onto the six shooter in Mr.Anasazi's hand. The silver hand crumpled the gun like it was paper. Then a silver revolver appeared in the hand of that silver arm and pointed at Mr. Anasazi's head. Another arm shot out of Chraze also with a revolver and pointed it at Jericho. This was Chromium acting however, not Haze.

At this point, Chromium has learned how to control his living metal substance remotely. Meaning he can, for example, shoot a small amount of his metal in bullet form and bring it back to the host.

(Btw this is Chraze. Dont forget to delete all the extra words.)

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The guy with the razor blades stood still for a moment, then with surprising agility, he threw one at Chraze and sprinted from the cafe. The blade hit the metal and stopped falling to the ground harmlessly. "I got 'im!" Shift yelled, jumping though the wall. He pulled his pistol from its holster and aimed, still chasing after the fleeing super. A car passed in front of him, and Gerrex ducked into an alley. Shift took the turn quickly, replacing his pistol and pulling his KA-BAR from it's sheath.

"Tsk. That was an antique." Mr. Anasazi said, regarding Chromium dismantling his gun. "You owe me quite a bit of money."

"I think you may need that money to pay parole, provided you receive that option."

"Oh, but parole implyes I get captured, my friend. And I have no intention of doing so. Would you like me to show you how far I'll go not to be arrested?"

"Oh this'll be fun." Alastor chirped, actually being sincere in believing he would enjoy the scuffle to come.

Flame looked over as M'Lure got back in the car. The person who had been following them pulled himself into the car. He looked out the windows, at Flame then M'lure. It took a moment for him to realize what he had seen and when his mind registered it he looked at Flame again, his eyes widening slightly. Flame turned around and glared at him for a second, and Seth turned looking out the window again.

M'Lure was satisfied. She wouldn't let it show on her face though. She had started the day with only the intention of revealing herself to Andromedia, and now, Andromedia was busy taking care of some old friends of theirs and her with two new allies. She turned the radio back up as she drove the last bit of road to her "headquarters" as most people would call it. But it was more than that to M'Lure. Here is where she watched and studied. Where she learned and practiced her skills. It was her home.

To most people it looked like an old stone manor, but in actually was made of an strong alloy blend, that only had the appearance of rock.M'Lure pulled the Charger up to the large front door and got out. Flame and Seth followed behind her as she moved her hand to open the large and heavy looking door. As soon as they were inside she moved her hand to seal the entrance again.

Edited character sheet:
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If anyone wants to make me an opening so I can join, please do. I'll be reading the previous posts.

Name: Atma
Affiliation: Villain
Gender: Male
Powers: Can throw Fireballs and cast Earthquakes

Personality/Appearance:

A huge humanoid-demonic beast, a long tail, and powerful Fire and Earth spells. Weak against Lightning magic. Will usually attack and use his Fire spells to fight, and cast his Earth magic to finish opponents that are close to death. He's several centuries old, knowledgeable and patient. Will usually communicate by telepathy.

(yaaayyyyyyyyy Its Diablo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

(( I might be able to create an opening... that is if you'd want to fight with me and my crew...))

Yeah well just a pic as reference. Think of him as blue and with the horns closer to a chinese dragon than a ram.

Would be great. Thanks.

Jack saw a familiar face in a car tearing down the road towards Chez Bon.  Jericho. 

"Oops.  Looks like the party is justing getting started.  I say we go back.  What's a good fight without Jack?  It doesn't work.  Like peanut butter and horseradish.  Just doesn't taste good at all.  Supposedly pineapple and soy sauce taste good.  Chemical reactions and what not.  Chemistry was my favourite subject in high school.  I singed the eyebrows off my the professor.  It was pretty funny."

Chnk just gaped as they jogged back to the restaurant.  From parties to chem teachers.  Jack truly was insane.  But deadly.  Jack turned the corner and saw Jericho and some other guy.  Jericho turned to Jack and shot him in the arm.

"Nice to see you too Jericho.  Was that really necessary?"

"No.  But it's fun."

"Ah.  I see.  Your idea of fun is quite twisted."

"And that's coming from a guy who set himself on fire just to see the look on others people's faces."

"Hey!  I almost gave one old fart a heart attack.  I was ROTFB."

"Rotfb?"

"Rolling on the floor burning.  Geez keep up with the internet lingo."

Shift slowly approached the other super, who simply smiled, and blasted into the air. Shift didn't see where he went, he made his way back to the cafe. Shifting through a van, he arrived just in time to see Jack get shot, Chink's immediate concern was obvious. Jack began rattling on about rolling on the floor burning.

Gerrrx re-emerged from his hiding place. He threw a last razor disk at Shift's car. It did no use and chinked off again. He swore, and flew back to his house, getting more razors..............

"Ah, hello Jack. Was hoping you'd show up at some point. How are you doing? Life been treating you well?"

"Uh, who exactly are you, again? I may have known you and just forgot--hey! Aren't you the host of the Price is Right?" Jack asked Mr.Anasazi, unsure of the newcomer.

"Nah, but they did offer me the job. I turned it down, the pay wasn't good enough, and what's the point in hosting a gameshow if it doesn't invovle Vanna White?"

"Wow. It's like looking into a bald mirror with a hideous suit."

"I'm really getting sick of people mocking my suit."

"Hey!" Alastor interuppted. "Are we gonna do this, or what? I mean, can't you guys jack your jaws later? Please? Bradburry's getting antsy."

"Right." Mr. Anasazi said formally.  "Jericho, handle Jack, please, thank you." He turned to Chraze. "Shall we?"

"Here you go Jackie, have some more." Jericho unloaded 12 more rounds into Jack.
"Why, Mr. Anderson, what seems to be the matter?"

At this moment, Chink jumped on Jericho's back and locked her arms around his neck. "NOOOOOO!!! I'LL KILL YOU FOR THAT!"

"Ack...*cough*...get..off...*gasp*...ME!" *KAKOOM* Jericho shot his last round into what he thought was Chink's head, and re-holstered the Desert Eagles.

That might not kill you, but it sure will give you one helluva headache...

Seth was troubled. He knew he'd been foolish to climb into a car with a strange woman and a...

<What is he anyway?> Seth thought.

He'd tried not to stare at the weirdness of the scaly guy, but couldn't help himself. He felt even weirder that this woman knew his name, and how she said she'd been tracking supers.

He felt odd, especially as they'd pulled up to a stone manor far from his neighborhood. Seth and the scaly guy followed behind her as she moved her hand to open the large and heavy looking door. He couldn't help showing his surprise once they were inside and  she just waved her hand to seal the entrance again.

<They're like me...>

He suddenly felt very stupid...

Jack slid down the side of the wall.  He tried to talk but all that came up was blood.  He turned ad saw the wall bloody.  After getting to his feet he breathed in and coughed. 

"Come on man.  Not fair.  Lungs are pretty useful.  I use mine on a daily basis.  When you talk much air is passed.  It helps to breath.  Now on the topic of Matrix quotes..."

Jack finger taunted JEricho.  Jericho smiled and came at Jack.  Jack whipped out his pistol and took a shot at Jericho.  Jericho dodged it with inhuman speed.

"Man that was low.  Even for you."

"I've been lower.  LIke the time I stole money from a kid who was just about to buy ice cream.  I enjoyed eating it in his face."

Jericho pulled out his pistol and fired at Jack who felt the adrenaline speed up his reflexes.  He dove firing the entire way.  Rolling he fired a few more shots and took two in the arm.  Jack got up and charged Jericho.  They were within two feet of each other when they both pulled the triggers and all that they heard was a resounding click.

"You're empty."

"So are you."

"Holy Matrix ripoff!  That's three times in one fight.  I mean that's a new record.  I've never quoted a movie so often in a fight.  I mean besides The Sound Of Music.  You can never sing "The Hills are alive with the sound of music" enough just as you are blowing someone's brains out."

Jericho took the butt of his gun and smashed Jack's head.  "How's that feel?"

"Almost as good as this."  Jack sprinted too Jericho tackling him and smashing his head into the pavement.

FWAM! Jericho's head was slammed into the road, breaking his sunglasses. Now Jack was going to pay. He rolled over and sent an uppercut via priority mail to Jack's chin, causing him do do a backflip and land face down on the ground.
Jericho stood up and dusted his jacket off, shaking his head. "Now now Jackie, those were my favorite glasses..."

"Yeah well...I'm not sorry." Jack whiped out 2 Uzi's from their holsters. "SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!...err...FRIENDS!"

Jericho almost didn't move out of the way before getting mowed down by the Uzi fire. "You little punk! Man do I hate Uzis!" He ran up the wall dodging the .45 ACP bullets whizzing through the air around him. Jericho grabbed the roof ledge and pulled himself up, he needed to reload.

Mr. Anasazi came at Chraze, fist in the air. Naturally, his foe sent a squall of silver tentacles to knock him back accross the street.

"Heh..." Mr. Anasazi got up shakily. "Shoulda seen that coming. He grabbed to a lightpole for support as he regained his composure. He then tightened his grip on the pole and ripped it from its foundation in the pavement.

"Now then..." Mr. Anasazi held the pole in two hands like one would hold a baseball bat. He sprinted back into the cafe and swung his weapon, which of course crumpled against Chraze.

"Don't waste your time." Chraze said, sounding very bored, sending another mass of tentacles to try and contain Mr. Anasazi.

"Hmph. Could you do something else, please?" He asked, before somersautling away from the tentacles and trying to evade their grasp. He outstretched his hand, literally stretching it accross the restaurant all the way to Chraze, punching him/her in the face.

Of course, this caused his hand to be entrapped by chraze's gooey metal body.

"You really are demanding all my ace-in-the-hole's aren't you?" Anasazi asked wearily.

((You can now view Anasazi's powers and abilities on page 1.))

((Disclaimer note: This is not Burnout...Ph34r, you said you wanted oldies, eh?))

Nick Tracyn surveyed the blank ashen plains, looking for his brother, Terry.  His glowing golden form forged of pure light dimmed with frustration.  They had been fighting seconds ago, and now the shadowy figure had vanished.  The man who had been called Darklight in life emitted a radial disk of light in anger.  And then he saw it.  A titanic figure made of shadow slinking across the blank landscape.  Heading away from Nick, for the first time in who knew how long.

"Oh no you don't!"  Nick flew after his brother, his wings of light propelling him through the air.  He landed in front of Terry, and barred his way with a light-forged sword.

"Let me pass, brother."  The contempt in his voice was apparent.  He then seemed to liquefy, and drained across the ground to his destination, a hole in the ground, it appeared.  Nick covered it with a wall of light.  That should hold you...  And then the ground began to rumble...

((For those of you who don't know these people...))

Name: Darklight (Nick Tracyn)
Abilities: He has the power to control and manipulate light based energy.  He can focus and emit this energy in a concentrated blast, a shield, to help him fly inside said shield, or to simply create basic objects out of the light (ie. a hammer, sword, etc.)
Age: He is approximately 31 years old
Appearance: He wears a black and gold costume, with golden bracers on his forearms, and wears a large black-on-the-outside-gold-on-the-inside cape, with a hood pulled low over his black mask, obscuring his face. IN LIMBO REALM, he appears to be a gigantic golden angel, complete with wings and sword.
Personality: He tends to be cold and aloof from others, usually keeping to himself.  He helps when needed, but is a quieter person.  Experienced childhood trauma that he NEVER talks about.  His plans suck, and never go exactly how he wants, but his determination and stubbornness makes up for them.....most of the time.
Affiliation: He's a medium range HERO, who prefers to work at night, when his power is at its peak.  Daylight and other forms of light, besides his own power, lowers his strength, agility, and energy output.  He has had contact with many other superheroes, and has had too much conflict with the villain known as Voidhunter

Name: Voidhunter (Terrence Tracyn)
Affiliation: Bigtime baddie
Powers: They're essentially Darklight's, but instead of anything doing with light, it's shadow and/or darkness. He is most powerful in the night, just like Darklight, and he revels in darkness.  His powers manifest more in his body's malleability, and he can extend parts of his essence in tendrils, and change his shape at will.
Appearance:  He's pretty much a tall humanoid shadow.  He's solid, and looks slightly muscular, but is completly black, like, space-coloured-black.  IN LIMBO REALM he looks to be a giant form of his older self, although he usually carries a sword now.
Personality: Diabolical plotting evil genius; powerhouse; whatever the typical supervillain is, he tries to overdo; he's got a nasty sense of drama.  His voice never rises above a breathy whisper.

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Burnout stood still, confused.  It, for him, was simply a matter of picking a target, and attacking.  That one guy with the reeeaaaalllllly bad fashion sense practically screamed "attack me".  Burnout sighed.  Why couldn't villains just get a clue....AS he was about to rush him, he spotted the other guy, Mr. Electric Fingers.  FOrget Ugly-Suit.  Burnout owed Electric Boy one.  He turned and shot off in an orange and silver blur, sticking his arm out and essentially clotheslining the villain, knocking him, embarrassigny, on his rear end.

"OOH!  That had to hurt."  Burnout grinned, and came around for another pass.  This time, he picked the guy up, and tried to punt him, only succeeding in bruising his foot, and tripping him up.  Okay, nit such a great move.  By now, the electric guy had overcome his initial surprise, and was bviiusly prepared for him.  Dang, and all Burnout had done was do some damage to his dignity.....

Alastor was going to enjoy this. "Come on, Speed Racer, lemme see what ya got!" The speedster  dashed at him again, chipping his front teeth. Alastor conjured another electric wall, and cackled coldly as the hero ran straight into it and bounced off the field. He fell to the floor, his body smoking more than overcooked turkey.

"That was for knocking me on my @$$." Alastor retorted, spitting out a drop of blood that sizzled as it hit the floor. "Now come get some payback for the snaggletooth."

Burnout smirked condescendingly.

"Speed Racer?  Is that the best you got?"

He stood up, shaking off the dizziness and pain, and began to run, not into the electrical field this time, but around the villain, over and over again.

"What, you trying to knock me out by making me dizzy or something?"

Burnout picked up speed, and kept racing in circles around the electrical guy.  HE continued on until he had effectively created a vortex that sucked the air inside of it away.  Unless the guy did something, like, now, he would soon go unconscious from lack of oxygen.  Burnout shrugged, and kept running.

Alastor stood in the center of Burnout's vacuum, becoming really annoyed.

"...huff...huff..." Alastor noticed it was getting hard to breath. "Damn.....your....like a....huff..hamster...runnin on yer wheel...heh...heh..."

Alastor slumped to the ground, seeming to be fainting. He could feel the super slowing down slightly, not wanting to kill him. Stupid.

Building up an electric pulse inside him, Alastor placed both hands flat on the ground and released a radial pulse of electricty that spanned a good third of the restaurant.

Alastor could see his enemy had been thrown for a loop, and he wanted to go end it, but he was feeling a bit woozy and decided to get some air back in his lungs first.

Blakout hit the opposite wall....hard.  Okay, he was getting rusty.  Letting an electric pulse hit him like that.  Why did everything smell like Christmas dinner?  That was his last thought before he blacked out.  As he fell into the unconscious oblivion, he saw two great forms, of shadow and light, dueling over what appeared to be a pit that extended forever into the abyss.  Now why are they fighting over a hole in the ground?  ANd then everything went blissfully black....

Alastor shakily made his way over to the KO'ed speedster, prepared to kill him, when a man in a white parka and a girl wearing mostly grey lept into action between Aalstor and his prize.

"Dude, no freakin' way!" The man in white said.

"Aw, come ON!" Alastor whined, unsheathing Bradburry. He'd have to make this quick.

Frost leapt into the fray between Alastor and the unconscious Burnout. "Alright, my shocky dude... Time for a science lesson."

Alastor retaliated, hands buzzing with elecricity, pulsing in anticipation. "That was my best subject."

"Good. Does ice conduct electricity?"

"Let's see..." Alastor hurled a bolt of electricity at Frost. Frost, predicting the move, already had an ice-wall up. The bolt dissipated into the wall with no effects.

"I guess not, eh, shocky?" Frost threw an icicle at him at top speed, glancing off his shoulder as he dodged. Haze moved in, "Frost, ice cubes, now!"

"Pain on the rocks, comin' right up." Frost simultaneously made dozens of ice cubes in midair. Haze, using her telekinesis, hurled them at once into Alastor, peppering him with frozen projectiles.

"Awww, would you like some ice on that? Those'll bruise pretty quick."

Alastor looked ticked...