RPG-Superhumans (Page 2 of 40)

By the time Jack arrived things seemed to have settled down a bit.  The cops had taken in positions behind several cars.  He could sense a "quiet before the storm" atmosphere.  He approached the officer who seemed to be in control. 

"What do we have here sir?"  The cop regarded him with curiosity.  "This is what the supes send us?  Some trenchcoat wearing nobody?  And what's your power?"  Jack smiled.

"I love when they ask this!"  He pulled back his trench coat to reveal his numerous weapons.  The cop could only gape.  He grabbed out his uzis and loaded them.  Slowly, but cautisously he made his way into the alley.  Just as he was about to turn the corner guns blazing, he thought about it.  Well maybe a diplomatic approach would work, maybe.

"Hello everyone.  I'm Jack.  Just curious.  Who exactly are we all fighting for here?"

( i like to think its night, for dramatic effect... oh and slightly raining)

Flame looked at the man in the trenchcoat, and mentally yelled. The guy's eyes squeezed shut, and his hands flew to his head. He groaned, and fell to the ground, momentarily stunned. The assasin looked slightly supprised, but regained his composure quickly.
(I swear to god i wont do that alot. Takes to much of Flame's concentration. anyways, it only works on one at a time)

Watching the man in the trenchcoat instantly instantly falling down, Altair was surprised at what the flame man could do. Nevertheless, as he kept his defense ready, the flame man seemed to be a bit dizzy. Must've taken too much thought power Altair spoke to himself, while watching the two men lying on the ground. He could use that power on me when he manages to regain enough strength though.... Well, he'll have a fun time trying to doing that... Soon, several police officers came from what appeared to be nowhere and started to arrest the trio, all of them beating beaten unconscious and put into the back of a van. By morning, news reports all around the city had spread of a fire-spitting demon, a flying white eagle, and a man with more weapons at once than 20 police officers.

(my dude doesnt actually EAT them, he just drains there spirits/souls/life force just)

"It matters not whom I take first," Replied Drakeus. "you will all burn as the others before you have."

(just so ye know hes useing his draining powers so in a few mins your heroes/villans should start to feel slightly...drained.

((Adeptus, didn't you, me, and Fett II get arrested?))

Oni awoke in the cell next to the man in white from the assassin's order. Oni was still in his armor. The biometrics that prevented other people from wearing the armor or taking it off of him had worked flawlessly.

"Jeez, I got a hangover. Whatever the hell was in that gas those coppers used must have pretty strong. Where'd that dragon guy go?"

"You know as much as I do."

"So, you're part of the assassin's order, correct?"

"That is correct. How did you come to know of our organization?"

"Long sotry, not pretty. Look," Oni held out a small business card stored on his belt, detailing the upcoming meeting. "Come to that address on the specified date. We'll talk, pass around a few drinks...it'll be a good time."

"I'll think about it, provided we get out of this cell by then."

"Oh, right. Right. Guess I oughta show off one the more...fanciful weapons in this suit. HE held up his hands, palms wide open, and the gloves began to glow, and a brilliant beam of light blasted down the prison wall.

"I'd use those repulsor rays more often, but they do tend to expend my energy. See you Friday." And with that, Oni departed.

( i thought we were on a roof top...)

Thusly, we was arrestified.

Name: Darklight (Real name unknown to all but a select few)
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.
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.

Darklight stared out through the darkness.  He hadn't seen much action lately; only a couple two-bit crooks who thought mugging an old man was a good idea.  He had heard over the news earlier of a larger brawl between various superhumans, and mentally groaned.  He couldn't believe that he had missed out on it all.  And to top that all off, the imprisoned superhumans had escaped soon afterwards.  If that didn't say anything abut the inefficiency of law enforcement, he didn't know what would.  This whole situation was strange; villains popping up, and getting into huge brawls all of the sudden; that just didn't add up.  Something was wrong in this place.

He turned around, the stray breeze catching his cape in the wind, and snapping it behind him.  With a sigh, he focused on the power inside of him, and summoned a veil of golden light to sheathe his body.  With that, he launched himself into the air, shooting across the sky like a comet.  It didn't look like ther'd be any more events for the night, and besides; dawn was approaching.  He landed in an obscure alleyway, and his power left him, his costume shimmering once, and then disappearing, the light surrounding it bent and distorted to provide an illusion of civilian clothes.  With that, Darklight walked off, heading for his home, zigzaging across the town, like a normal citizen hopping from bus to bus. As he walked, dawn broke over the sky, spilling its light upon the sleeping city.

(I kinda gathered that, but I'm trying to add to the whole aura of mystery here   And besides, how are police supposed to outrun and catch a master assassin, and a master super villain?  Doesn't seem likely to me, is all.)

(Im assuming im still in jail.)
   Flame quickly got out, first setting fire to his bunk, and then, when guards came to help him, he burnt them, and sprinted out of the door.
   
    One hour later he found himself on a roof, with one hell of a headache, watching the man called "oni" a  . He did things like this often, watch people, people he knew, and in some cases, people he had never seen before in his life. It was raining and he was flipping an old coin he had found before.
   
    He tried to decide if he should go over, Oni was a "super" as the normal people liked to call them. For Flame, the term "freak" was reserved. Which was why so many tried to kill him, and was also the reason for the incident before, he had to move almost weekly. He jumped from the roof, slowing his decent slightly, and heading over to the bar. It was time for this to end.

Haze realised she'd missed something in her exchange with Jack and Drakeus the Hungry. It seemed the others had been arrested. This complicated things as it left Drakeus the Hungry only her and Jack to concentrate on and Jack was already on a scooter.

Haze snorted in frustration. She headed after Jack who stopped to pick up a business card. "Can I get a ride?" She asked.

Jack raised a brow at her. "I guess, I didn't think you liked me."

"We'll see," she said simply. "I want to get away from Mr Hungry."

"I want to help" Flame said