RPG-Superhumans (Page 7 of 40)

Okay.  Mental note.  No hopping on random vans with telepaths and telekines around...the result wasn't friendly.  When the van had lifted up and shook itself, he had fallen down, mercifully still concealed by his minor illusion.  UNluckily, everyone else had left; usually in groups of two.  "Do you have your exit buddy?"  He shook his head, and tried to clear up his thoughts.  Truth be told, he was surprised that he had managed to survive all that.  Well, mostly, at least.  His shoulder was still throbbing with that bullet wound; he'd look at that later. The first thing he'd do would be to make a phone call to an old friend of his...Maybe HE could help with this situation.  Darklight stood, and shed the illusion, and shot off into the sky, surrounded by once more by a golden sheath.  When he returned to his scantily furnished home, he made his call; a long distance call to a medium sized city in Canada...Boy, would he be in for it...

((I don't see why not.  But Ph34r calls the final shots.  I'd just jump in, and if he thinks it's too late, I think he'll let you know.))

Character:  Sunburn
Afiiliation:  Heroes
Apperance:  Black and orange costume, red eye pieces, and symbol
Age:  Early 20's
Personality:  Usually energetic, uses sarcasm constantly.
Powers:  He can create and manipulate fire (think johnny storm from fantastic four) he is tied to the sun so old age cannot take him, but can die through unnatural causes (blades, bullets, etc.)

Sunburn burned through the sky, eyeing the city with interest.  " So THIS is the place Darklight needs my help liberating....... its a lot worse than Vancouver, I know that much...."  he mumbled to himself as he flew through the city streets.  One thing that caught his eye was a SWAT van on it's side. *How did that get there?*  he wondered to himself.  He decided it was a battle that just previously past, so he flew right past the sight.  He still needed to find Darklight..... where could he be?

Darklight had taken off his costume, and was standing outside of his small home, clad in a green T-shirt and jeans.  He was watching the sky in anticipation, when he saw it.  A streak of fire shooting towards him.  As it was higher up than the rooftops, he assumed, corectly so, that it was Sunburn.  He smiled as the colourfully costumed man lighted before him, unconsciously scorching the pavement.

"About time you showed up."

"I came as fast as I could.  I mean, it ha to be important if Darklight's giving ME a call."  His tone suggested it was anything but.

"Okay, if you didn't wanna come, you would've stayed back in Canada.  Admit it, you're interested."

"All right, all right.  You win.  Now what's the deal down here?"

"Okay, there's this thing going down on Friday, I think it's at Happy Harry's Bar.  Don't roll your eyes at me; it's big.  For one thing, I'm pretty certain every villain in the city will be attending, something to do with throwing off the old ways of doing things.  Which is bad for us.  Now, Jack, he's that guy I was telling you about on the phone, he and I are trying to find some way to throw a wrench in the works, and any extra help is very welcome.  That, and we're horribly outnumbered in this instance."

"Who's in charge of al this?"

"Jack said it was some dude named Oni.  The people who've been most active as of late have been an assassin, a Matrix guy, a guy in black armour, really high tech armour, mind you, a neutral telekine, a netural-bt-leaning-towards-dark-side lizard-man pyrokinetic, to name a few."

"I think I like the sound of that last guy."

Darklight laughed.  Now the only thing left to do was collect Jack, and see if he knew if Haze was gonna help them or not.  Then the three (hopefully four) could look for that silvery guy, and give him the run-down, and hope he helped them as well.  After all that, well, maybe, just maybe, they could be a large enough force to slow or stop the villains.  Even though he was smiling reassuringly on the outside, Darklight groaned internally; planning had never been his strong point...

Darklight didn't reply.  Sunburn had a scalding tongue when he wanted to...well, he WAS a pyrokinetic...but still...Darklight quickly told him about his idea to find and recruit Jack, Haze and the silvery guy. But, and he made the last point VERY clear, he wanted to start around dusk; the day was not a good place for him with his costume.  Sunburn just shrugged, and asked if e had some Mountain Dew anywhere.  Darklight sghed, and invited his friend into his home, showing him where the fridge was.  And then they waited for night to fall.

When Flame shuffled in to the bunker, Oni was glad to see him.

"Oh, good, there you are. Listen Flame, some unexpected side effects have happened to a contingency plan I had on layaway. We may have just made Darklight our biggest enemy. Tell me you got some goods out of his brain."

"I dug up the fact that, ironically, bright lights can affect his power."

"Already knew that. Anything eles you scrounge up?"

"One villian. someone named  Voidhunter. Currently imprisoned."

"Reeeaaallllyyyy?" Oni was interested. He had met Voidmaster before. A fairly likeable scumbag, when compared to people like Slow Burn or Lady Rosarie. "Well then, we'll have have to spring him later. Let's put that off for now, so we don't give Darklight time to find out about the prison break."

"Oni." Flame suddenly seemed alarmed at something.

"Yeah? What is it, bubelah?"

"Haze is coming. I can feel her presence. She's getting close, you may want to work on something to say."

(sorry about not posting in awile, ive been traveling)

Drakeus bashed through the front doors of the shoping center. It was a rather funny scene at first: a man in a silly looking costume, making a rather loud entrance, and pulling out (what seemed to be) a toy sword. One of the shopers started to giggle, than it turned into a full mocking laughter, then everone else joined in. Drakeus didnt say a thing...but he did impale the nearest shoper with his so-called 'toy' sword. THAT got there attention, eveyone went deathly quiet, not a cough or swallow was heard... the only thing that could be heard was the the sick sound of the woman who had just been ran-through coughing up her guts. Then the ground turned a sickly black as his drain powers came into play, shopers fell to the ground gasping for air, as Drakeus started towards them. The majority of the shopers (the ones that werent trying to hold onto there souls) ran as fast as they could in a mass panic, just trying to get away from the 'guy in the silly costume'.

((It's Voidhunter, not Voidmaster))
Darklight was sick and tired of waiting for Jack to show up, so he left Sunburn with instructions to watch the house.  He left his home, garbed in his costume, but shielded by a mild illusion.  The last he had seen of Jack, the guy had been hanging around Haze.  If he found Haze, he fund Jack.  Simple.  Well, it would have been, if Jack had still been with her.  He knew what area of the city she operated out of, so his seacrh began there, and it din't take a lot of street combing to find her talking to a long-haired guy outside of an apartment building.  And Jack was nowhere in sight.  Crap.  He had just wasted one hour and forty-five minutes of his life.  He walked away, merging with the crowds on the streets, until he passed an off-duty cop.  The man's walkie-talkie was unattended, and switched on.  And it was saying something about a break-in at the shopping mall.  Darklight sighed; it was a bit after midday; he would be at his weakest here and now.  The most he'd be able to pull of would be a weak shield, and medium strength energy bolts.  And apparently the attacker had a really big katana.  The only guy he kenw with a katana was Jack.  what would he be doing attacking a mall??  He turned, and ran off down the street, not wanting to tire himself out by flying in broad daylight.  He hated the limitations on his power....

Up...down...left...right, Drakeus's blade went in all of these directions, choping, slicing, cuting...even disembowling. Instead of tiring Drakeus was merly refreashed, the massive waves of fear and panic the crowd gave off rejuvinated him greatly. And with the dozens of souls that he had taken, he was close to the peak of his power...

This wasn't good.  Darklight, luckily, still hadn't let go of his illusion, and was able to somewhat safely view what was happening.  A weird guy with a funky sword as chopping down innocent people, and firing weird beams from his fingertips.  Yeah...that was't good at all.  He sighed; he had a resonsiblity to these people.  So he powered up what little he had, and shed the illusion.  He sent his strongest blast towards the attacker, groaning as he did.  It was all he could muster, and yet, it was only about as strong as his weaker shots from last night.  He was going to get creamed....

((Hey, would you mind terribly if I take control of Voidhunter?))

((Okay, thanks I'll start up his stats, but won't post for him till you get to him.))

Name: Voidhunter
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.
Appearance:  He's pretty much a tall humanoid shadow.  He's solid, and looks slightly muscular, but is completly black, like, space-coloured-black.
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.