RPG- Superhumans 2: Anarchy (Page 6 of 18)

"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.

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.

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

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.

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.

"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?"

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...

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.

((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.....

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.

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....