RPG-Superhumans (Page 5 of 40)

Jericho caught up with Flame and the little company of people around him. He parked his car, got out, and walked up beside Oni.
"Flame is doing it again, isn't he... talking telepathically I mean." Jericho let out a little smile.
"Yes and it is getting annoying." Oni shot back.
"So who are these new friends of yours?"

A S.W.A.T. van pulled to the alley where Haze, Jack, and Oni stood. Rather than having cops burst out, a lone man got out. He stood a little over six feet, and wore a white cloak, with a hood that covered most of his face. Smiling at the troupe before him, he said "Fancy seeing you all here, in an alley, on the run from the cops. Fortunately, they're nowhere near here. If you all want to live, I'd suggest you'd get in the van, these city cops are quite dim-witted and will instantly think we're on their side if they saw a S.W.A.T. van cruising along the road. There's only one place that's safe for you, and I know where it is." Not sure if they could trust him yet, they discussed this deal to themselves before giving an answer.

"It doesnt matter. I can get rid of him if it needs to be done." Flame stood, and began fliping and lighting the coin agian.

Darklght's mind had cleared throughout his flight over the city, enough so, that he was able to catch a glimps of a silvery pursuer.  After a time, the being turned about, and headed back the way it had come.  That was interesting; if it had been following him, why would it turn back.  Curiosity got the better of Darklight, and he too flew back the way he came.  And when he arrived, he was glad he decided to use the old fashioned method of walking rather than flying in a sheathe of light.  He leaves Jack alone for five minutes, and WHAM.  He's surrounded by the fire-lizard-guy, a white robed and hooded figure, some guy who looked like he belonged in the Matrix, Haze, and a weird black-armoured figure, who faintly reminded him of Voidhunter, although only in colouration. 

Darklight wrapped his cloak around him, thankful for the black colour on the outside, that kept his presence hidden from unwanted watchers. From his vantage point, he watched the confrontation in the streets below, wondering whether or not Haze would decide to help him and Jack.  Considering how riendly she seemed to be with the lizard-man and the armoured man, he doubted she would decide to help him.  Just great.  One les friend or ally to help him against the villains.  It was a pity his old compatriots had left the city; Burnout, Rift, Sunburn, Hypothermia, all of them had left long ago to take up arms against evil in other places, leaving Darklight behind.  Right about now, he REALLY wished they had stayed....Pushing that thought from his mind, he turned back to the street, and peered out from under his hood at the events unfolding down below.

Darklight crouched on the rooftop, watching and observing.  He was also weighing his options.  For one thing, there were no more civilians on the street; having all fled when the lizard-man returned.  No possible casualties or injuries.  He was seriously considering trying to take them all on.  The black suited one looked like a gadget-reliant; he'd by unpredictable.  Darklight didn't know what he had concealed in that suit.  The pyrokinetic was with him, but without his chains, so he didn'tknow what that meant.  The white hooded man didn't look like a dangerous person, but then, neither did Darklight, if you looked under the mask.  And if someone dresses like they belong in Matrix, you know they've got something up their sleeves.  Take Jack for example... Anyways, Darklight determined that if he moved quickly, he could take them by surprise, and possibly reduce their chances of fighting back.  He was only really worried about Haze; he didn't know whether she'd side with him or the others.  If he attacked her just to be safe, she definitely WOULD join them.  But if he left her alone, he was opening himself up to a possible stab in the back.  He sighed, and made his choice.

He dropped into an adjacent alley, silently as possible, not originally engaging his field of light to give his presence away.  And then he let loose.  His field was up in a radiant instance, and he rocketed over the heads of the villains, firing a series of well calculated blasts at their feet and eyes, being careful not to hit Haze or Jack.  He also made sure not to try to overly hurt the lizard-man; the bolts aimed at him were more like warning shots.  The black suit man and Matrix dude, however, he didn't take any chances with.  From what he had gathered from their conversation, they knew each other, and the black-suit guy seemed to be in charge.  He made sure that when he attacked, he kept on the fly, making it difficult, at best, to strike back.  This difficulty was enhanced by the brightness of his bolts; it was midnight now, and his power was at its fullest, just begging to be unleashed.  And unleash it he did.

Okay, maybe he had attacked too soon.  Weren't bullets and flying fireballs somewhat dangerous?  NAd hat black armoured guy, he had just disappeared, either being an invisibility powered mutant, or having some sort of camouflaging device.  And to top it all off, there was a newcomer, standing on a rooftop, illuminated by Darklight's powers.  He was a silver-skinned man, standing tall on the brickwork of the roof.  Darklight assumed he hadn't wanted to be seen.  Whoops.  Still though, the villains were the main focus here.  He had to make sure he distracted them long enough to get Jack out of there.  If that meant nearly getting himself killed, so be it.  If worst came to worst, he could always pull his flash-bang trick, and escape in the confusion.  But he preferred not to have to do that; he didn't like retreating.  He just hoped that the other silver guy wasn't an enemy.  If he was neither friend nor foe, Darklight hoped he wouldn't get himself hurt in all this; his earlier assumption that there would be no possible collateral injuries had been shot down.  He made sure that his flight and fight strayed away from him, hoping that he could keep the villains from noticing or hurting the guy.  It was times like this that he really hated how impulsively he made decisions.  The fact that he knew his own impulsiveness only served to prove his point

"Oh, for Christ's sake! Just one day, I'd like a calm situation to NOT erupt into bedlam at the drop of a hat! Is that too much to ask?" Oni yelled, shifting into invisibility. Darklight flew around, attacking the villians.  Oni decided to get to work. Oni guessed Darklight was after Jack, but Oni didn't really care. Flame had stolen Jack's memories so Darklight could have him, but Oni was really itching for a fight after all the insanity of late.

Oni deployed his stunwhip which curled around Darklight's feet, giving the hero a jolt of electricity. 

"Gaah! What-?" The hero fired a beam of light to where the pain originated, and the energy corsed through the durable cable straight to Oni.

"Hmph. Really should have seen that coming." Was all Oni had to say. He tried to avoid the attacks of his comrades, who could not see him. Fireballs & bullets filled the air. Oni used the grappling hook feature of his stun-whip to reel himself closer to his foe. Still cloaked, two long blades popped out of his right wrist gauntlet (think Predator)) and Oni slashed at Darklight's heel, which was protected by a solid light fore-field. The hero must've covered himself in protection after Oni electrocuted him. Oni decided to take a hail mary play. He once again fired up his repulsor rays to go off. He didn't expect to atomize Darklight, but hoped the bright light would at least temporarily zonk-out his powers. The gloves began to glow, the beam went off, and Oni could only hope for the best.

Jack awoke on a rooftop immediately noticing a silver man with a giant hammer as an extremity swiping at a battle down on the street.  He noticed Darklight, his old friend amidst a pack of people who looked vaguely familiar.  Oh thats right, last he remembered he had his butt kicked by a telepathic attack from the lizard-man.  The one in the Japanese mask was priming his weapons about to fire at Darklight's back.  Jack pulled out his shoto and katana ran to the side of the building and jumped in the waiting garbage bin below.  "That's going to smell in the morning."   He charged at the Japanese-masked man pulling out his shoto and katana.  Using his "photo-reflexive" memory to call up several fighting styles he had seen on TV. 

"Wait for me guys!  I want to play too!"  He delivered a flying kick to the Japanese one, Oni, he recalled.  The pulse fired just as Oni was knocked off his feet, barely missing Darklight.

"By the way the mask really works on you!  It really brings out the angry on your face.  Angry never worked for me.  My psychiatrist said pent-up anger can really be bad for you.  Something about leading to stress which in turn shortens your life.  Are you a stressful person?"  Oni charged at him with his wrist-blade which Jack parried with relative ease.  Gotta love the photo-reflexiveness.

"Careful or I may work up a sweat."

"Well, well, if it isn't Jack, the man who can literally do anything! Well, anything but escape the D-list!" Oni snarled as he traded blows with Jack. Both wristblades were out now, and the two warriors were battling out with their blades clanging loudly in the quickly exacerbating warzone. Soon, Oni got fed up and just grabbed Jack's blades and snapped them in half with his strength enhancers.

"However, thanks for complementing my mask. I'd love to say something positive about your outfit, but..." Jack pulled out a revolver and a bowie knife. The bullets bounced off Oni's armor, but impact was slightly painful. "Well, it does suit you. Your a pathetic and impulsive ruffian who wears the jacket of some smelly hobo whom you no doubt stole it from. Personally, the hobo would probably be more of a challenge."  Oni attempted a roundhouse kick, but Jack grabbed his leg and spun Oni like a top.

"Round and round you go!" The vigilante piped up.

"aright kid..." Oni pressed a button on his wrist gauntlet. "Try copying this!" He screamed as he activated his flamethrower.

Darklight spung in midair, his cape flappng behind him in the slight evening breeze.  Jack was up and at 'em, i seemed, and he was really ticking the armoured guy off.  Who had activated a flamethrower.  Now, a flamethrower against a guy with more weapons than the U.S. military seemed kinda harsh. Poor armour guy.  But then, Jack semeed to be having some trouble completely avoiding the fire bursts.  Darklight clenched his fists, and summoned the power within him, charging both hands with a brilliant light.  He then unleashed all the fury of his power at the armour-wearer, who barely managed to duck out of the way.  A stream of fire shot towards Darklight, who barely had time to erect a weak light shield.  The barrier was instantly over come by the fire, the force throwing him to the ground below.  He scarmbled to his feet, and unleashed a volley of light-bolts at the armoured man and the Matrix guy.  He was starting to get annoyed.

((Who says writing an evil maniac can't be fun ))

Darklight saw the armoured man tackle Jack, and blasted him again, while trying to avoid a stray bullet from the Matrix-man.  It clipped his shoulder, sending him into convulsions of pain, at the same time as he felt a tickle in his head.  That was weird.