RPG-Superhumans (Page 3 of 40)

Flame began to walk into the alley behind the bar. Some one was close, but he paid no attention to it. He began to enter the access code.

Dr. Tanis Jones stared intently at his computer screen. In a few moments it would tell him when the substsnce he was creating had finished the ionizatio process. Dr.Jones had recieved immense sums of funding from the military and medical enterprises over the past 17 years. He had been working on a sunstance that would immediatly regrow damaged tissue when placed upon it. This project originated from a silvery substance (thing the unicorns blood from Harry Potter) that was discovered from meteorite 18 years prior (think symbiote, you know, Venom? Coolest antihero ever.). This substance was discovered to heal burns and cuts relatively quickly, and it was Dr. Jones' job to amplify that effect. After years of experimentation and alteration of the initial sunstance...he had come to the substance that lay before him under the ion beam. It retained its silvery color and sheen, much like mercury, however it became a little bit thicker.

The computer screen flashed and the message that the substance was complete blinked in Dr.Jones' eyes. This was the single greatest moment of his life. He removed the glass vial containing the only bit of the substance he had left. It was time for the final test. He withdrew his pocket knife from his pocket and used the blade to creat a 2 inch cut on his left palm, the pain was lost on him because of excitement. He raised the vial and poured the thick silver liquid on the cut. The effect was instantaneous. The cut healed before his eyes. Dr. Jones was about to leap in excitement, but he tilted his hand so that the liquid fell back into the vial and did not fly out of his hand when he did so. The liquid however, did no such thing... it remained flowing in his palm. Then it got bigger, and began to take over his whole hand, then his arm. Dr. Jones was paralized in shock as he watched the silver substance take over his body..........

That was 3 years ago. Now, Chromium stood atop the bell tower of Mission City's large cathedral. Dr. Jones could now release the liquid through his pores and become Chromium at will. He became living liquid metal. He could form any shape and resist the strongest forces known to man ( think the T-1000 from terminator 2) His body was completely silver and his shoulder length brown hair became fused together and resealed the hair of a silver statue. Using the Earth's magnetic feild he could soar to the greatest heights. To partially conceal himself he wore a thick black cloak and hood. His voice became deep and godlike, resonating in the ear of his listeners. This was his first time in Mission City, where he decided to go after he aquired his new powers. Now one decision plauged him....to stand for what is right and uphold justice in the world....or give in to temptation and power.

Is it too late for me to join?

Sorry about the long back story by the way

(Right, good idea to have a timeline. So, it's Thursday in Mission City, let's say the year 2014 for fun. Umm, should we be in the U.S.? Or be like most games and have no name for the continent of land that we live on?)

(soooo...are you gona try to kill me or somthing?  I think we should be in the U.S, or like on a fictional island.)

Flame had been in the room for a while. He had had a beer, and looked to see what was on T.V. There was nothing, exept for a couple of re-runs and a "questionable" prgram on one of the higher channels that didnt intrest him at all. He began to leave, and he acidentally, hit the remote, which subsequently changed the channel. A made-for-tv sci fi was playing, one of the older ones, about some scientist who was turned into a horrible lizard like monster. This caused Flame to grin and laugh to himself. He left, and switched off the T.V.

As he left the room across the street he saw what was either a super or a vigilante who watched WAY to many saturday morning cartoons knock out a street thug.  He then flew off, eliminating the non super idea.  Flame walked over to the store the thug had tried to rob, and looked down at him. He looked at the store, and saw a grey trench coat inside. He grabbed it, and put it on, it was starting to get cold. He walked onwards, moving into an alley when ever he saw a cruiser pass by.

Okay, so the night hadn't been very fruitful.  Decay had pretty much bene the highlight of Darklight's evening.  Which caused him to worry.  sually, at least three self-styled evil masterminds were out and about.  Lately, though, they seemed to be lying low.  Decay, the idiot that he was, probably hadn't gotten the mo from the super-villain union.  Darklight slightly regretted going so over-the-top against the guy, but hey, he was entitled to having some fun with his business.  And yes, at heart he was a horrible showboat; no one saw that side of him unless they were on the receiving end of his power.  Well, usually anyhow. 
He didn't mind the sudden super-villain shortage.  But the fact that they were completely going against their usual method of operation scared him.  And he didnt scare easily.  Granted, half of his mind was occupied with the disappearance of no less than three inmates from the prison, so he probably was over-reacting.  But still, THREE inmates.  And, from the looks of it, all supers.  The good thing was that none of them happened to be Voidhunter.  So long as HE was locked up tight, Darklight was fine.  THe man actually WAS a super-villain-genius, and his powers of darkness made him an interesting opponent on the many times that the two had fought.
He shook his thoughts into order, trying to find some pattern of the strange events of late.  Although he knew he as probably blowing everything out of proportion.  A long time of boring activity did that to a person.  Wait a minute...He recalled on the news that there had been one small-time hero mixing it up with the villains; aided by the cops.  No one could remember what had happened to him.  Darklight knew the man; they had run into each other a couple times before.  He was Jack; a guy who carried more weapons on his person than the whole U.S. military owned.  He tended to work the streets more than Darklight; maybe he knew what was going on.  He began to fly reconnaissance, now on a proper mission; searching for the trenchcoat-clad hero known as Jack.

Okay, face it, it was inevitable.  Darklight told himself this same thing over and over again.  A villain had finally popped up.  But who would've thought that he would wind up standing...er...floating here facing a lizard-skinned man holding a fireball in his hands, and crackly little chains criss-crossing his chest?  Ah well, you meet all the weird ones in this business.  He charged his hands with golden light, and held his position, waiting for the lizard to make the first move.  To make sure that the innocents nearby wouldn't be harmed, he formed a quick bubble-shield of light around them, protecting them from possible future damage in case the going got rough.  He stared out at the lizard-skinned man from under the peak of his hood; waiting.

((Dramatic effect, eh?))
The lizard man moved fast, faster than Darklight had anticipated.  He barely had time to roll to the side, the edge of his cape being caught by the passing flames, scorching the faric.  Great.  Darklight retliated with a blast of golden energy, one from each hand, aiming at the face and chest simultaneously.  He owed the lizard man for the future laundry problem (otherwise known as scorched cape).

Jack sighed and explained the situation to Haze.  "So from what I've gathered from this card something big is going down at this Happy Harry's Bar,"  Jack handed Haze the card, "the Villians have been thwarted over and over again and it looks like they're tired.  Even you as a neutral of sorts can realize this wouldn't be good for you.  So we have about 2 days.  I say we go and grab some help.  And another question.  You saw back there how I was kind of thwarted back there by a physic attack.  You strike me as a tele-whatever.  Do you think you may be able to help me build some sort of defense?" 

Before Haze could say anything a blinding flash of light and he looked up and say a man in a golden cape fighting the lizard man.  He recognized the  man in the golden cape as Darklight.  They had met a few times before. 

Haze leaned over Jack's shoulder and said, "I think we may have our help."

Chromium stood upon a roof top watching the Lizard man and the golden caped titans clash below him. He hid in the shadows and all that could be seen were his eyes of pure white light. He had been observing various actions of  super heroes as well as super villains to help him decide which path to take.

After several moments the gold caped man knocked the lizard unconscious. Chromium waited to watch the aftermath. He was blasted by telepathic energy and thoughts flowed into his mind. They were the lizard man's....and he was being clearly mistreated. This made Chromium ponder for several minutes while watching the others recover from the telepathic message.