Al_Papavich

entertaining to say the least, nice work!

The hero in need of a job known as Fall-Out X a.k.a Al Papavich, put on a new uniform. A guards uniorm. He keeps his glowing green eyes and partially green skin hidden by aviator shades and gloves.

He cant use his powers in the prison. He needs stun batons and stun rifles... "What am I supposed to do with these?!" he said when he first got the job.

...later that week...

He was there. A Behemoth of a man had to be taken out after brusing up a fellow inmate. "i had to drive my baton into his spine for 20 seconds straight before he calmed down."

Al escorted the inmate Tanner into his very own solitary cell until he calmed down. "Stay and shut up boy! No need for that s*it so simmer' down!" Al slammed the cell door shut and locked it up and walked off. He thought to himself " I really hope I dont get enemies in here, using my powers would kinda blow my cover. And that Tanner is a tough cookie.

lol id be pissed, i hate l33t talk or whatever, it just is kinda weird cant get used to it

((Well ive decided to have another go at it, this should be a bit short but sweet... atleast i hope.))

Part XI: THE KID...

"My bones.. holy cripes my bones." Tribal Steel spoke as he walked down the street as people passed him by. They stared and pointed speaking to each other as they crossed each others path "Wow what happened to him?", "He had to much he could handle.", "Its a shame to see heroes getting tossed around this city."

"Pshh if they only knew what I faced." Tribal muttered in disgust at the civilians. "That crazy ******* Cyffer is the one to blame." Now Cyffer may be a strange name... and now doubt it is, but you have to see this guy to understand. Picture a enlarged man around 6'11'' easily 350 to 400 pounds. Spikey brown hair with a faint green tint. He got transformed by some creepy waste that he fell into as a kid. "Hell he still is a kid." Tribal said out loud. He still acts like it too, and you can picture a kid with a power trip. His he has flashy adamantium skin, when I pucnh him just messing around I had to out a splint on my hand. He weras bright green and blue tights, with a fist on his chest. He loves to fight and he loves to see me get hurt even more. Tribal Steel rubbed his shoulder and then rotated it stretching it a bit. "Damn youngster maybe only a few years younger than me but still, freakin' kid." Tribal shouted. As Tribal tried to keep his head high he felt his neck strain to hold the weight of his head. So many of 'em, jesus so many of 'em. The concrete dust shifted as the wind blew and Tribal Steel's hair blew in the breeze. How can they teleport like that? he sorted out the events in his mind. "Sky Raiders, what a bunch of sick and twisted individuals. I know it wasen't them truely, The 5th keep resurfacing. I'll never get rid of 'em. The last words echoed in Tribal's mind. "Yea I got that for sure."

"We got this, this isn't a time to puss out now Tribal, come on tough it out." Cyffer siad mocking Tribal. "Your a demented kid you know that Cyffer?" "Dammit man I'm no kid, now lets waste these raiders and get on with the leaders already." "You know these arent really raiders, there 5th with out a doubt, just in disguise. Suckers think there clever." Tribal Steel knew waht he was talking about, the 5th have been on his tail for a good 6 months. "What ever Tribe, as long as I get to kill them I'll be happy." Cyffer smiled under his mask "Now lets GO!!!" Cyffer pounced batting them away and throwing them into walls. "Son of a..." with that Tribal shot of blast at sky slash 5th that strayed from the massing group. Tribal punched a few in the belly as they came near then kicking them in the head as they goaned in anguish. "Fools, don't loose your heads." Tribal cockingly chimed in. "HAHA very funny, could I get some help here Witty Steel?" Cyffer grabbed a sky/5th by the leg and now had a weapon of sorts. The thug screamed in pain as his body was used to knock down his buddioes. "You are a inquistive fella' aren't ytou Cyffer?" Tribal Steel exclaimed. Tribal ran and drop kicked a incoming raider. "Well not that im modest but I am a handy guy." Cyffer replied. "Were screwed Cy... look." AS they turned and the last of the raiders dropped, atleast 80 raiders came chrging around the hall. "I'm out of steam man, we gotta' run." Tribal shot a explosive blast that knocked most if them off their feet. "I'm bookin' it too." Cyffer shot off throught ht ehalls with amazing speed. "Damn, he has super speed." Bullets hit most of Tribels body as he ran through the hall way to the exit. When Tribal reached the door the raiders ran out of ammo and backed off.

On the other side of the door the city was bustling luckily Cyffer found a novice healer. Tribal was brought back from near death to just a sore and beated body. "Ouch, that had to hurt Tribal? Thanks Retna he'd be screwed if you didn't show up." Cyffer said. :Just glad I could help. Make sure he gets home safe." he replied with that he ran off into the city. Cyffer slowly turned to Tribal Steel. "You gonna be alright Al?" He asked. "Tribal Steel slowly muttered "Yea... I'll be fine Nikc, now help me up so I can go home." "Gotcha." Cyffer easily lifted Tribal up. "Hey Al maybe it isn't smart to have Kazuki use your name as a hero allias. It leaves you almost open to discovery." Cyffer sounded worried for once, an uneasy tone to his voice caught Tribal's attention. "Well I may consider that Cyffer. I'll talk to him later." They walked down the street slowly keeping to Tribal Steel's pace.

"These simple minded creatures don't know I've been shot a good five hundred times today. My armor and the radiation rules though. Ah home already, bed here I come."

((it wasen't very short but hope you guys find some pleasuer in reading it, comment on it any way you will.))

"You know that is really strange. Why would they all join together? There had to be a greater and higher goal." Al paced back and forth as he thought. "Well all I know is that this conflict may finnaly be over."

((nice save my friend lol))

Al looked around at the small war that was wadged on this small block of Paragon City. So many young heroes have been injured in this battle he thought. Small fights raged on and faint sounds of crunching and rounds of gun fire went off.

"I think this has been resolved. For the time being." Al Papavich stood among the crowd of heroes all talking to each other of there acomplishments on this fight.

As Cyffer stand and watch Statesman in a daze he snapped back into the real. "Whoa... he's inspiring." He looked and serched every where for his mates after the fight, he spotted familiar faces on a roof top as rikti began to swarm on them. Cyffer dashed twords them and in the blink of an eye he was there. He quickly murrmered before jumping into the fray "Well the names Cyffer, I didnt really have a chance for a proper intro before. So lets finish this fellas."

((yea that wasnt cool man lol))

On the other side Cyffer got his bearing back and rested a moment still on the ready for another attack. "Man that wasn't very easy, I need a breather." The city stirred with life seeming unaware of the mishap of the tear in teh rift of space and time that just happened. How long would the citizens be unaware of another attack trough portals.

Al stepped out of the alley to see the events of chaos, Calash in the distance, Tick-Tok grasping Kinjo... Babbage rising to its feet. Al focused his mind and body then sprinted forward.

With a hefty leap Al took to the air, he drew his katana with a swift movement, he approached Babbage's feet. Al hit the ground ready to swing. "For honor and glory..." Al muttered as his katana stung babbage, he began to hack away at his feet, oil and sparks shot from the huge robots foot and leg. Just as it got to its feet it toopled on its side crushing many smaller clock work below it. Al Papavich watched as it landed with a crash. He stood steady and silently, with a swift swing of his sword the blade was whipped clean of the oil.

He raised the blade then sheathed it. "Alright everyone lets finish it!" He shouted and raised his fist to the air.

Babbage tryed to focus on any single target but the constant damage to his circuts from falling continuosly screwedwith his computing. This could be the chance they needed.

Seeing the alien beign drawn to the blast as it hit the wall, Cyffer tore a chunk of steel and heavy stone at a group of rikti crushing them completly. "Alright heres our chance! Lets get the hell outs here!!" With that Cyffer begain to taunt the aliens as he backed away hoping his new found friends would follow suit. In Cyffers mind he figured "If we can just get out of this portal and back to our world, more help could come. Just as long as they could escape." "RAAAAAGHHH!" Cyffer bellowed then grabed a stray alien by the heads and tossed him into the wall. "Lets move fellas!"

((sorry for posting so late))

After arriving at the other side of the portal, Cyffer saw the horid site of rikti swarming on there position. He yelled and began to glow with a mysterious aura. He stomped hi sfoot on the ground as the rushing rikti dropped to the ground. "Lets destroy 'em!" He blasted a alien in the face, then grabed one and hurled it into another as they piled up. He took many shots from the soldiers. Hopeing that they would slow the attack but it seemed endless.

Al Papavich began to climb the building without gaining any extra attention, he turned back to see the hero bellow him, Al took no heed to it and continued on. When he reached the top scattered metal parts were everywhere as the fray continued. He watched as babbage rose to its feet.

Al Papavich walked to the other side of the roof top and got a running start and leapt to babbage, with his sword in hand he drove it into its body tearing the metal open as he slid down the body. "Not sure what good that did cause babbage went on with its rampage, as Al hacked away at wires at its feet.

A small group of clockwork came tword Al as he backed away evading clockwork shocks. He was in a ally way as he decapetated several clocks, then swiftly split one in half. the three that remained flew away. "hmmm they looked fearful... but robots dont have feelings."

Now Al Papavich waited for his time to jump back inot the fight as each sides numbers dwindled.

Before the cherry picker arrived Al Papavich had gone to the top of a building near the battlefield. He meditated as the cherry picker was attacked, he wasent sure what to make of the robot. He shut out the world and chanted for those he vanquished.

When he came to which was only a few moments later, heroes were on the ground unconsious. Al drew his sword and made his way to the grond to inspect what had happened. Over atleast 200 heroes were either in hte picker or on the ground surrounding it. He was amazed at the site of the chaos. The streets were empty and lonesome. The moon was high in the sky now. Al heard shouting as he truned more hellions were on there way. They were not alone, other beings followed, that looked inhuman. Al Papavich took to the darkness and waited for an ambush on unsuspecting villians.

((yea, its cool Cowman, no worries =))

((didnt think it would matter Alveas, its not like i made you do anything to ruin the rp, and im confused, did Cowman just explode or what?))

The energy began to swell, Tribal Steel struggled to his feet, limping out of the door for cover. "Im screwed..." with that Tribal Steel passed out from exhaustion and fell face first onto the street. His mind was seeded with an unknown evil. He traveled in the darkness, lonesome with memeorys of the events that occured up to the moment he was planted to the ground.
Tribal Steel was possessed...

((k just thought it woul dseem cool lol))

"Dear god..." Tribal Steel muttered. He focused a blast of energy at the soul eater. It hit just on the shoulder, it was thrown back a few yards, it pounced back on to its feet. ((can it be hurt by energy blasts?)) It was consumed by shadow, and it darkened the hall the were in. Tribal Steel then calmed his mind as it was racing through ideas to kill this abomonation.

He quited all thoughts. He honed his accuracy and power. Then raised his fist bracing it, directly at the armors head or what he could see of it. "I will not go quitely into the darkness, you will fall before us." Alveas surrounded all three of them to protect them as much as possible. the room fell silent as the shot went off, a sonic tremor echoed through the hall, then a PING! Followed by a hiss. The shadowy figures cover lifted and he lay motionless, only to rise up with a piercing scream. "Well he isnt dead." as the armored figure rushed on them. "Lets take 'em on!" Tribal Steel shouted.

Al Papavich hoped that the heroes would listen to someone to organize an attack. "Alright, we need to split up into groups of atleast 8 then lowly and forcefully take out as many hellions as possible. So they broke apart and the war began. Every where thugs dropped only few heroes faltered in hte fight. Al would go alone, he is better alone. For he knew night was beginning to fall, and he is one with nature and the night...

A slam to the face then the lone thug was threw across the street into a wall. The impact dug him in so deep he remained there. "HA! eat that lost sukka!!" Cyffer shouted in a euphoric state. His body shone with a invicible aura and it slowly faded. He heard shouting then wild guns going off. He gazed down the street to see a lone hero surrounded by rikti as the pelted him with plasma shots. "None fight alone!" With that he charged. Gaining great momentum he piled into a rikti soldier and it flew into another.

He began to shine again, swinging at the invaders there helmets were knocked out of alinment. Five were out, and there still seemed to be many more. He grabbed a car and slowly lifted it, then swung at three aliens they were crushed by the massive wight of the vehicle.

"Eat it E T!" As rikti were storming forth still.

In the wake of the happenings, Tribel Steel watched as the dark figure shot a helmet that formed to a whole suit of armor. He tought to himeself in disbelief "What!? His shot is amazing, no one alive can be that good!"

Alveas and Tribal walked forward, to compliment the unknown man, as he turned around before they coul dsay anything. They looked at each other puzzled. "Im so loast man." Tribal exlaimed. "And where is Rashak?"

In Tribals mind he wished he defeated this faceless foe. In truth Tribal Steel was always insecure about his abilities as a protector of the city, he was still in the age that most would be in college. His experience was only in combat not in the form of wisdom and age. He needed a push in the right direction. Only who would help him in the right direction...?

Sitting atop a building Al Papavich soothed his body and mind in meditation, as it was iturpted with a phone call. "Im here." He awnserd. The call was about a all out attack by the Hellions. "Shame, i could have used the rest, oh well." With that he leapt from the building to lower apartment structures.

Scanning the near by area he noticed a masked hero tossing the satanic thugs left and right. As atleast ten more hellions were coming. "Thats my mark. FOR HONOR AND GLORY!!" Al leaped twords the hero and drew his katana. He hit the ground just ahead of Anomalos.

Many hellions then pulled out weapons homemade and bought. Al's sword out in front of him. three thugs charged. He focused his hightened sences. Ducking and dodgeing attacks. With a swift strike he cut one down from above the thugs ribs to the side of the mans kidney. With the flow he cleaned his blade as it whipped through the air and hit the next hellion victims eyes. The thug dropped his weapon, and covered his eyes in pain. Al Papavich jabbed with the katana. The katana plunged the hellions stomach Al twisted the blade then swung around as the sword left the wound. The last hellion of the three that chrged watched in terror, then braced himself for death or glory. "Ah, better." Al said. The hellion had a sword himself not a katana, but good enough to fight with. They met sword for sword. Swinging and parrying each others attacks. Al jumped forward landing on his hands fliping forward he threw his legs to kick the thug he hit the arm brandishing the sword, it jolted up and he was launched backward. Al Papavich landed back on his feet. Then ran to the hellion and jammed his sword into the stunned man. The remaining hellions all prepared for the fight as more ran by and heroes were fighting every where around the city.

Al Papavich cleaned the blade of the katana on his black robe, and cracked his neck. "Hey." he said to the hero behind him "The names Al, Al Papavich you ready to fight?" as he positioned his sword to the ready...

i think he means S-E-X, that naughty boy

Hes dirty.

In a worried atate of mind Tribal Steel in a small flash of raged unleashed as many attacks at the invisible wall. "Well then lets blast our way out dammit!!" Blast after blast the barrier didnt even shutter. Tribal's mouth dropped in terror, thinking to himself "Well, what can I do now, I've let loose on this thing, were screwed."

After collecting hemself he focused is mind and cleared his toughts. "Hey, uhh... Alevis is it right? You have any bright ideas, Im out." Tribal asked. With a confident smirk he picked Rashak and pulled him upright to lean against the wall. "And what the hell was that green and black thing!?" He shouted, "I prefer warwolves over this magic stuff."

Tribal Steel thought it would have been a simple bash and dash, but that wasent the case. Something didnt want these three heroes to leave, and it made sure they wouldnt.

((sorry for the delay havent been on i awhile))

Tribal Steel heard a voice amidst his head as it faded in and out of focus. He wasent sure what to make of it, but that more figures went in to the now mangled entrence. He walked hearing fights and screaming. Buttles echoed out of the building.

"In the fray again." Tribal Steel stepped into main lobby doors were torn from there barces and hinges. He noticed a man throwing nacht soldiers without touching them. He hoped that helping this man would not back fire. Tribal Steels fists lit up then he aimed for a soldier. The shot pierced his armor throwing the man to the wall. Blood poured from the hole like a broken faucet.

When he looked at the man the voice he heard flashed back into his head. "Thats gotta be the guy." A telekinetic fella... After the soldiers lay lifeless. "You were in my head I suspect, well its good to know im not alon fighting whatever is in this hell hole of a nazi base." Tribal Steel tried to fixate to the dim and hazey lights that were faded by a smog in the halls and rooms of the fort.

"Lets clean this place up." Tribal Steel said and walked cautiosly deeper into the base.

As Tribal Steel came to the end of the street no evidence of the shadowy being remained. Just a door leading to an unknown palce. But a dark smog leaked from the cracks of the door. Tribal Spproached noticig others near the entrence. "Aww hell, nothin' to lose I suppose."

He grasped the knob to the door and it was warm to the touch. He stepped through the threshold and a 5th Coulmn banner hung high in the lobby. Tribal had thought he wasnt through with them yet. But a unknown force like he felt before lingered in the halls and lonesome rooms. Voices on a loud speaker barked orders as faint screams rang through the building.

Tribal Steel was scared. Something was in here that was more mysterious than the facists.