Re: RPG-Superhumans
"Could you hand me the slide to my Desert Eagle? It's over there on that workbench."
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"Could you hand me the slide to my Desert Eagle? It's over there on that workbench."
Jack laughed. He moved to the bench and tossed Jericho the slide.
"Thanks," Jericho said.
"I believe we shall all become very good friends."
Oni wasn't buying it, "Grabbing a slide hardly proves your allegiance. I would believe you if you beat up one of your friends."
((Kaster, Mel, hurry up and get Sunburn over here. MUAHAHAHAHAHA))
"Hey, that proves he isn't lazy." Jericho slid the slide onto the grip, then put the barrel on. "I did notice you have a use for guns yourself."
Haze reached for Chromium's arm. "I think we need to get over there."
"Will you come with us?" Chromium asked Sunburn.
Sunburn nodded, "Okay I'll come. Jack might have gone that way."
Once again Chromium rapped his arms around Haze and they few with Sunburn close behind them. They landed on the ground only a block away and Haze could have sworn that she'd seen the tall muscular man as they flew over, but she couldn't be sure.
As usual Chromium transformed into the silver belt, while Haze and Sunburn went into the Happy Harry's. Haze gritted her teeth. Something very bad was in here, she'd never felt such evil before. It was almost tangible. "I don't like this," Haze told both Sunburn and Chromium.
Acero easily pulled himself up the side of Happy Harry's. Alright, maybe not so easily. He was still a little winded from tracking Haze and those other two across the sky.
Once on the roof, the hero nimbly crawled over to a torn space in the structure where two walls met. The first person in the room below that he took notice of was Oni. Another man with a fearful grin was handing a slide over to another character who plugged the slide into the grip of his deagle. Something about the first man gave Acero the creeps.
Acero silently and expertly settled into a more comfortable lying position on the rooftop by the peep hole waiting for more villains to arrive.
((The big meeting'll go down this afternoon when I have to post the uber-post, but prepare for the shat to hit the fan.))
Starbright returned to her apartment, and noticed Flame had escaped. She had hoped to keep him there as a bargaining chip against Oni, but it appeared that Oni had foiled her plan. Fine. She would just have to wait for the big meeting.
(sadly i wont be bak for a while so just assume flame is silent or somthing)
Frost led Don in the direction of Happy Harry's. "Okay", he said, "something's gonna go down here. I know that this is where Oni is holed up, so that means something's up, man."
"Okay... so what are we gonna do?"
"Well, I'm a sniper, so I'll find a concealed, preferably high spot, and watch. And you need to go find Haze."
"I thought you said leave that to you!"
"I did, ummmm, start at Starbright's apartment, and then pretend to be a bloodhound. There, I took care of it. Now sick 'er, dude!"
"Whatever..." Don began to walk off dejectedly.
Frost then jumped into the air, making ice materialize in the air below him. Deploying the ice skates from his boots, he landed on the ice, making more in a spiral trail leading up to the top of a building, he skated up the trail of ice, using powerful leg muscles built from years of skating. Then, withdrawing the skates, he landed on the top of the building. He took the sniper rifle off his back, set up his tripod, aimed at the door of Happy Harry's, and got comfortable, watching...
The time was approaching, judgment at hand. The players were in position, and the stage was set. HE rose, like a dark phoenix from an abyssal chasm, his body coalescing into a humanoid form, pieces of shadow drifting behind him in the form of dark tendrils. He stepped out from his dark realm, and appeared in the land of humanity. Now was the time to strike....
((I'll be gone this afternoon too, so you can just add my dialogue/actions in if you want too.))
Jericho put the freshly-cleaned DE on the bench next to his 30mm APFSDS Sniper Rifle.
"Oni, You got one of those scopes that can see through walls and have infared capabilities?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I have a feeling I'm gonna need it."
((I see a sniper battle in the making..:)))
Frost was getting restless. He'd been waiting for 5 minutes already, yet nothing was happening. He was a trained sniper, and knew about patience, but for him, that took a WHOLE lot of self-discipline. He looked through the scope of his white Accuracy International Arctic Warfare sniper rifle, specially adapted for cold climates... It was Frost's joy, and he was almost obsessive about keeping it clean and in peak condition. The scope was outfitted with X-ray vision, and a new feature, the ability to "see" sound. It could identify waves made by vibrations, which in turn was translated by a optical-audio to audible-audio device on Frost's belt. The sounds were then reproduced into Frosts' ear through a headphone. Thus, he heared the conversation between Jack, Jericho, and Oni.
"Infrared, eh? Dude, that'd be cool. I gotta get you that, little buddy." Frost said, speaking to his rifle. "Heh, too bad infrared won't do squat for these dudes against me." Frost then lowered the temperature of his body until it was the same temperature as the atmosphere around him. "Sweeeet, noe I'm infraredly invisible, man... Does that make sense? Whatever..." He then made an ice cube that he proceeded to chew on to pass the time, and settled down to wait again...
As Haze and Sunburn stood in the bar Haze realised that Sunburn would be recognised if she took him in. "You might need to stay in the bar. Oni knows your face now."
Sunburn nodded, "Okay, but give me a shout if you need me."
Haze gave a nod in return and headed downstairs. Flame stood looking a little out of sorts. You okay?
Been better. Flame admitted.
It was then that Haze saw something that surprised her, Jack was here. He turned in his seat and Haze knew where the evil was emanating from. Jack's face was pale, his eyes sunken and touches of sickly yellow were flecked through his irises. "Hello Haze," he said.
A chill went through Haze's body, something was very wrong with Jack.
((Guys, im sorry to report that I will be going on a retreat for the next three days. This is my last post until i get out at 3:00 on friday...miami time of course(meaning that yes to those of you that do not know i live in miami,fl for future reference) Mel, since Chromium is with you right now I ask that u please take over him for the time being. Although I do regret not having control over my own character for the big showdown, I must depart. Mel, take good care of him please, he is a powerful super...use him well.))
Chromium took comfort in knowing that he was very close to Haze. She seemed to be the center of attention these days and that meant she was in constant danger. He was relieved he was close enough to protect her if the need be.
He saw Jack as Haze walked into the bar and was intrigued by what he saw. He had become a very sullen faced wretch it seemed. Something was seriously wrong...
At last, at long last, the time was at hand. Happy Harry's was closed & deserted, as far as anyone from the outside looking in could tell, but in actuality the bar was filled with every big-time despot in Mission City. They sat around a large round table, food and drink prepared for them. Haze, Jack, Jericho and Flame stood at the 4 corners of the bar. After the guests had time to eat their fill, Oni decloaked, appearing the middle of the table.
"I'm proud of you guys for showing. And I know you're here because you're frustrated with what you have versus what you know you deserve. I know that feeling. And for you, for us, that feeling is right.
"But now that we're here...now. All of us together...organized under one roof...things are going to change."
Oni paused and removed his mask, showing his crew cut blonde hair, barely visible. His eyes were blue, and filled with the kind of confidence that instills it in others. A peach-fuzz mustache adroned his upper lip.
"My name is Aleksander Uy. They call me the Oni." He continued, placing his mask back on his face. "And I have a vision for the future. A vision which includes all of you. And all of you get that which is rightfully yours.
"We're going to organize. Work togehter. We'll help eachother get what we want, when we want it. Because I know you're sick of Rykenkroft and you're sick of The Cell and sick of living in the shadows wondering where you'll get your next loaf of bread or wondering which brightly colored %$&*# is going to bust up in your business and destroy everything you worked so hard for. But I've got news for y'all. That time is past. Darklight is dead and every super-yutz is busy looking for his killer.
"Ever since this business began, we've had no structure. None. I say we replace all that madness with something new. With us. The plan is simple: If you're having trouble with something, you don't take it head-on and end up behind bars. You come to me, or one of the people in the corners. These guys, Flame, Jericho, Haze, and Jack...(maybe not Jack)...are my informants, my second in command, my horsemen if you will. You go to me or them and we make a plan to target and eliminate the problem before it screws you up. We work together, with teamwork and strength in numbers.
"Also--no plan on the street goes down without my OK so we don't trip over eachother like idiots. No job gets without paying up front. If you have problems with eachother, you come to me and I'll deal with it.
"You're not paying for nothing. You're paying for leadership & organization. You're paying for the group."
"Why it gotta be you?" Piped up Slow Burn, heavily stoned.
"Eh?"
"Why it gotta be you in charge? What if I don't like how you do business?"
"Oh...I thought of that. Jericho, the envelopes."
Jericho began to pass around envelopes to each villain.
"Open 'em."
Inside was 25 grand.
"25 biggin's. Seed money. Go out, buy some new tech or pay back child support or whatever...do whatever it is you gotta do to be you. They you come to me and tell me what else you need and I send out a team specifically designed for that thing. And if a hero rears his ugly head, we handle it. The way it should always have been done. We go after their loved ones and their family. Break them spiritually...then they'll do whatEVER you want."
"If'n it was that easy, we'd a done it years ago." Chimed in the bloated cajun baddie called "The Colonel".
Oni said nothing. He merely activated his cloaker and dissappeared before reappearing behind the Colonel.
"That was then." Oni crooned behind the stunned villain. "This is now. Now things are different. Imagine. We get them one by one, pick 'em off like flies. All of 'em. None of 'em get a free pass. Not the top dogs, not the up-and-comers. We squeeze 'em like a stress reliever. We make them too terrrified of us to lift a finger. The buckle, fall apart, disorganize as we organize.
"Now, sorry Harry, but Double H's is closed. To anyone outside the know, it's the building site for another Starbucks. There's so many under construction, no one will notice. I'll put an image projector over this whole thing, making it look deserted 24-7, even if it never is. Noone'll find out, 'cuz you guys'll enter through the back. We clear?"
"What's keepin us from splittin with the cash?" Asked The Colonel.
"Heh. Well if you think you're only worth 25 large, than there's nothing from stopping you. But I promise, in 6 months, 7 tops, you will look back and laugh at the times when you that was big money. Laugh a big belly laugh. The money you will be making will be enough to buy an island the shape of your head and live on it. You'll be untouchable. Are you seeing it, mon freres ? Are you seeing the future? It's nice, isn't it? You get it?"
As Oni cloncluded and the villains arranged a date to regroup, no one noticed Happy Harry sneak out of the bar. He mosied a few blocks before miraculously scaling a building. He stood on top of it and watched as Starbright flew by. This was in her usual patrolling area, Harry figured he'd find her eventually. As she flew past, she notcied the balding bartender.
"I know you, you work for him! You work for Oni!" Starbright screamed, landing in front of Harry.
"N-no..." Harry smirked, color suddenly draining from his figure as he transformed into a living shadow akin to Voidhunter. "N-n-no-not really." He growled as he hit the heroine right in the chest with a blast of darkness.
"W...what on...?" Starbright could not collect her thoughts.
"Hehe..can you k-k-keep a s-sec-secret, Starbright?" Harry stuttered, the darkness of his body turning to silver, a la Chromium. Each of his hands grew into massive claws with razor-sharp fingers, and one hand grabbed Starbirght's legs, the other her arms. He pulled his arms gently in opposite directions.
"I c-ca-can mimmick abi-abi-abili-abilities, Starbright. Su-su-superpowers. All I ha-ha-ave to do is be n-ne-near them when th-they're u-u-u-used. Th-that's all. Isn't that sp-sp-special?" He yanked both ends of Starbright firmly when she did not respond.
"Ahh!" Starbrigh screamed.
"I n-n-know it's cliche, but I have to k-ki-kill you now that you know. G-g-g-g-g-goodbye." He pulled as hard as he could on the young super, until the desired effect occured. Then Harry reassumed his normal form and flew away.
As Starbright lay on the rooftop, a deep burgundy puddle forming between her two halves, she muttered one word before passing.
"Nicholas."
((Yeah.))
After flying alongside Haze and Chromium, Sunburn cautiously entered Happy Harry's. Looking around the bar for any immediate danger, he only came across a few bikers, hardly worth fighting. So, he stepped into the dimly lit bar.....
Flame stood in the back left corner of the bar. He leaned against the wall, flipping, igniting, then estinguishing the silver dollar he had. Oni's plan sounded very good, and he hoped that Haze would either join them, or remain neutral, as she had before. He leaned back against the wall, continued to watch, listen, and feel.
Something was wrong, very wrong. Haze didn’t know what exactly but she felt such turmoil she wanted to leave. She didn’t like the idea of super’s families being slaughter just so a bunch of power hungry villains could sate their greed. But Haze stood appearing impassive.
There was something else, other than Jack’s strangeness, which seemed wrong. She felt something touch her mind and immediately doubled her defences. Vandal was awake. But there was something else, it was like something important had happened and it wasn’t for the better.
Haze looked briefly at Flame and realised that he was impressed with Oni’s speech and that only made her more on edge. She touched her belt for reassurance, it was good to know that Chromium was there, she found it grounded her.
Oni turned to look at her briefly and Haze smiled at him with encouragement. She didn’t want to end up on his hit list.
-
Vandal felt a lot of minds around her, some were not as dark as others, and then she found one that was familiar. Sunburn was here. She reached out to him, Sunburn, I’m being held prisoner. Can you break me out? she called and sent images of her location hoping he would know what to do.
Oni's plan was interesting, but there were some rough edges. Killing their families would not accomplish anything, it would just make it worse, and bring new civilians to their cause. He would speak to Oni about this later, for now though, he felt some one below. Looks like Oni's guest is up. he voiced to Haze. He walked over to Oni, and leaned in, so the guests could not hear. "Vandal is up."
What was done was done. From the concealment of the shadows he watched, waited, and listened to Oni's plan. It was a good one. A smart one. But he would never be part of it. His quarrel was not with other petty colourfully clothed people with unusual abilities. His enemy was taken care of; he was free. Nothing any hero could do would have any permanent affect on him. There are the deadly dangerous people in the world, and then there are the scary danegrous. He was not a killer for the sake of killing. He did what he did becuase he no longer cared. He no longer cared about consequences. They could capture him; so what? He would break free. They could maim him; not when there were shadows around to heal his wounds. He could die, but they would not like that either. No, not at all. The most dangerous people on Earth are those who do whatever they feel, without regard to consequences. Laws were just words and text to such people. And he was one such person. With a smirk, he vanished from the shadows, reapearing on a rooftop that he had scouted out beforehand for being very dark. And there he was treated with a surprise.
There was a man laying prone on the rooftop, pering through the scope of a sniper, unmoving. His first instinct was to kill, to rend and tear, slaughter and annihilate. But he held back. It would be intersting to observe what would happen next. To do so, he made himself like a shadow, neither solid nor with mass. And then he crept along the rooftop until he joined the man's shadow. He then linked himself to it, looking or all the world to BE the man's very own shadow. And then he waited, and watched...
"Vandal is up." Flame whispered in Oni's ear.
"If you gentlemen will excuse me, I left the kettle on, I'll be back in a moment." Oni addressed his guests.
As Oni and Flame walked down into the bunker, Flame voiced his distrust about killing the families of heroes.
"Oh, don't worry, bubelah. I don't intend to kill their families, merely use them as leverage. Threaten to kill, but nothing more, unless absolutely neccesary."
"Now let's go see what's up with Vandal."
"Oni..."
"What?"
"Someone else just entered the bar. Sunburn."
"Ah well, there's an army up there. They can take care of him. Comeo n. We have an unhappy house guest."
Oni took Jack aside. "Hey Jack I know you want to join us but we have a problem. Sunburn your little friend has entered my bar and he may disturb my balance I have in here," He motioned to Sunburn on the security cameras, "I need you to get rid of him." Jack made his way upstairs. He made his way to Sunburn who was looking around the bar for someone. Sunburn noticed Jack and headed over to him.
"Jack I've been looking for you! You look terrible!"
"I'm sorry Sunburn. I'm doing this for Darklight Sunburn really I am."
"What are you-" Jack slugged Sunburn across the face being sure to pull his punch because of his newly found strength. "Jack?! What was that for?" But Jack just kept coming. A kick and a punch, and a jab.
"So you want to play like that Jack?" Sunburn ignited himself and all people scattered. He threw fireball after fireball but Jack dodged him. Jack kept coming punch after punch with his skin healing from burns as soon as he pulled back. Eventually Sunburn collapsed and extinguished. Jack picked him up and threw him out the front door.
((Don't worry guys I talked this over with Kaster.))
The fiery one was defeated, his friend having fought him. Good. It was all moving in accordance to his plans. Only a few more steps before the fall...
Oni and Flame proceded to the room where Vandal was being held. Flame opened the door, and stepped in, ready to defend himself.
Vandal stood with her back to them. She didn’t need to see her captors to know they were there. She also knew that Sunburn would not be helping her, he was either unconscious or dead.
Vandal turned her head to look over her shoulder at the two men. One was the scaled menace she’d attacked before and the other was Oni who she was yet to face. She’d been tampering at the edges of Oni’s mind while captured and knew exactly what she was going to do.
Without even moving Vandal threw a barrage of images into Oni’s mind. It showed him the pain of all his victims. He would feel the flames of being burnt alive, he would know what it was like to be drowned and he would know the unending sorrow of his victims’ families.
Oni dropped to his knees holding his head. The scaled man raised his fists and Vandal turned, smiled and sent a burst of psychic energy into his brain that would send pain through every neuron in his body. He collapsed to the floor also. Vandal moved to the open door and ventured outside.
Vandal was stupid. Flame had been, after seeing what had happened to Haze, preparing. He got up, and followed her, placing his hand on her shoulder, she spun, punching at him, and he caught it. He looked at her, calm, as he always was, before he seriously hurt, or killed some one. He sent her his experiences, showing her, and letting her feel the pain he had felt when he was changed into what he was now.
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