Cowman

Larry saw the three creatures in front of him, but didn't halt his charge. Never reducing his speed, Mr. I grabbed a twisted piece of wreckage and flung it at two of the monsters before bracing his arms in front of him and barreling straight at the third.

A streak shot into the burning building and emerged seconds later as Mister Invincible with the unconcious Positron and a couple civilians in tow.

Larry was beginning to feel very much alone at the moment. Apart from the Longbow operatives, there didn't seem to be any other heroes on the scene.

He wasn't doing too bad taking what the villains where dishing out, but it was like trying to fix a leak while the water was spraying you in the face.

At least his arm seemed almost completely healed. The Longbow agents had their attention on the fire and he could hear sirens in the distance, so more people were on the way. Probably better try to deal with the villains.

Giving a weary sigh, Larry lifted off the ground, flying toward where the girl who'd triggered the explosion and the large monster had headed.


((Apologies for disappearing. Hectic schedules are playin' havoc with my brain. ))

Larry really needed to close the distance cause he was getting nowhere fast. Grabbing a large hunk of ripped-up street, Mr. I flew straight toward the attacking robots.

His cover didn't last very long; picked apart by grenades and laser fire within seconds. But it was long enough for Larry to close the gap.

As the last of the concrete crumbled away, Larry soaked up a few more blasts before slamming into the ground in the midst of the machines. He immediately turned and backhanded one, sending it flying across the street.

The renewed barrage of lasers and grenades ended up being a blessing in disguise (sorta) since it kept Recycler from aiming too well with the liquid Tiberium.

Mr. I was thrown back from a grenade impacting at his feet. He kicked up another section of street to help shield him from some of the ordinance before turning around and grabbing two nearby vehicles.

The cars suddenly arced up over the explosions and laser fire, catching a few moments of hangtime before plummeting toward the villains.

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Recycler-33 scrambled back to his feet, and took advantage of Mr. Invincible's blindness to dash in close and start spraying with his tank of liquid Tiberium.


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Mr. I's enhanced hearing caught Recycler's approach and he threw himself to the side to avoid the villain's weapon. It wasn't quite in time however; his right arm and shoulder getting caught in the deadly liquid.

The hero's entire right side burst into an explosion of agony. The arm of his costume tore and shredded as the crystals sprang up. Larry's vision swam sickeningly, but he still knew he couldn't stay vulnerable like this or he was done.

Raising his right arm, Mr. I brought it smashing down, violently quaking the ground all around him. The crystals on his arm were smashed as well.

Larry pulled himself back to his feet. His arm was a sickly green color and it felt like his skin was cracking apart with every movement, but he could feel his body fighting it off like most everything else.

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Positron seemed to be fairly well handled by the others so the multitude of laser beams, photon grenades, plasma blasts and a couple of seeker drones went hurtling towards the other hero she didn't recognise.

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Larry "Mr. Invincible" Lawson winced as some of the blasts splashed across him. That must be some high-end hardware for it to sting like that. Most of the time lasers only tickled.

He tore another robot in half, turning back around just in time to catch a seeker drone in the face. The whirling blades broke away against his skin, but the flashbomb-like explosion of the small device left him momentarily blinded.

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"YOU stand down."
"Or I spray you down with this."

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Since getting his powers, Mr. Invincible had discovered he was fairly invulnerable to most things. However, he still wasn't dumb enough to get hit with anything he was unfamiliar with if he didn't have to.

Plunging his hands into the ground and ripping up, Mr. I sent large chunks of street flying into the air between him and Recycler-33. He jumped into the air, kicking one of them toward the villain and knocking more toward the henchmen.

((Ooo, one against an army. I like those odds. ))

Suddnely something streaked from the sky, slamming into the ground with tremendous force. Henchman went flying in every direction.

As the dust cleared, a man stood from his crouched position. He wore a black outfit with white gloves, boots, belt, and cape. A white star design practically glowed on his chest. The incredible impact with the ground didn't seem to have affected him at all.

"Stand down," Mr. Invincible ordered the villains. Not that he really expected them to comply.


((BRING IT OOOONNNNN!!!!! ))

Well, there's the obvious of course. Piston boots and such. Sure it smacks of a Tech origin, but it works. Also it may take you awhile to find the costume recipies, so you'd have to have temporary "tech-boots" until you did.

My one Corrupter has a partner back at his homebase who runs his teleportation grid. Again, kinda tech-ish and wouldn't really work for a loner/street-level hero.

Super-jump can be played off as rope-swinging (at least I have done that on a couple of characters). One's even got a glider-type cape as well.

If yer not worried about capping out superspeed, you could always say that your hero's tremendous willpower allows him to run faster than most people. Not superhuman speed, but as fast as a "normal" human could ever possibly run.

Nothing's gonna be perfect of course, so you'll just have to improvise.

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OOC:

Masquerade: ...............Holding my arm in this position hurts.

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((Quit yer whining. In MY day we held our arms twice as long. Uphill. In the snow.))

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She lifted her head as she lay before Masquerade and looked up at the blood red tears on his mask, frozen in fear.
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Masquerade wasn't one to waste words or time. He slashed at Odette the moment she materialized.

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Violence, fear....

It could sense it all, drifting into the ventilation system from a nearby grate. It hurried over to the source, pressing up against the grating to see where the swell of sensations was coming from.

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“Awwww why so quiet harry?” Silk playfully pokes him lightly, “You must have some good actiony tactics and anecdotes to share.”

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"Me?" Harry said innocently, raising his eyebrows in surprise. "Oh no. I'm afraid I'm quite mundane as a general rule. Truthfully, all this talk of killings and such brings me over all jittery. Almost makes one afraid he's in danger of some artistic demise at any second, just for the sheer pageantry of the thing."

He continued to play with the straw wrapper the whole time he was talking, twisting it all around itself in seemingly random patterns.

Deep within the ship it listened.

Much was going on around it and the smell of violence drifted down through the ship's workings. It grumbled irritably. Rats were okay, and the occasional fish plucked from the water was always nice, but the activity going on around it was making it hungry again.

Hungry for something more.... substantial.

And so with nary a sound, it began to move.

((Sorry about the delay in posting. Busy couple o' days.))


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Shioh grinned slightly, "In my line of work, we have to plan for the unexpected. One time I had to kill this guy with a crazy healing factor. I unloaded three clips from an SMG, two grenades, and thiry-seven cuts from my claws, and the guy still got up. So I strapped him to a garbage truck and drove it into the ocean, and fished out the body later."
Her eyes hazed over, a rather disturbing look of nostalgia creeping over her face.

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“How sweet! You really don’t find many girls your age with a taste for classic executions like that.” Silk was disturbingly honest when she says this.

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Harry made no comment to any of this, his face carrying a decidedly neutral expression as he swallowed the pretzels he'd been chewing and plucked up the discarded straw wrapper. He lazily twisted it about in his hands while he let the others talk for awhile.

((Sorry for the delay in posting. Had a couple really busy days there. ))


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“ and this is my dapper young gentleman caller for the evening…Harry”


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"Geez, don't think I've EVER been called 'dapper' before," Harry smiled, giving Famine a quick wave. "I think the closest I've gotten up till now is 'scruffy'."


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"Lucky [censored]."

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A small voice whispered in Harry's ear, making a comment about the usual course his luck tended to take. A course that more often than not involved the crapper.

Harry, in return, gave his hair a sudden ruffle as if scratching an itch. The sound of a small body falling into the bowl of pretzels on the next table went unnoticed thanks to the background noise of the arena.

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“Damn that was annoying! Sorry it was so dull.”

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"Eh, don't sweat it," Harry said, waving it off. "Yer always gonna get one fly in the ointment at some point. You were pretty crazy with that bow, though. Some really cool tricks ya had there."


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"No, wait, she's the one Three Nine Five was talking about. Lady, just lay back down and get to sleep. No need for you to be moving at this time."

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"I was trying to," she grumbled, backing off down a short corridor and wedging herself into a corner. "Not easy with one o' you guys every ten feet."

Stupid military... whatever they were. Why couldn't her luck be the good kind? Just once, that's all she asked. But no, she didn't get to relax even for a second.

Pulling up the hood of her ragged hooded sweatshirt, she curled up into the corner. She wasn't going to be getting any sleep, but she also wasn't going to risk walking around anymore. Not until whatever was going on was over and done with.

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The Tactical Operative talking to the woman frowned. "Go back to sleep, lady."

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She didn't need to be told twice, hurrying off by another route as the man began talking into his headset. Of course that didn't change the fact that her decision to stow away on the ship, which she was already viewing as a mistake, now seemed to be an even worse idea than ever before.

She felt her insides churn a bit as if in response to her thoughts of danger, causing her to increase her pace away from the man with the gun. This cruise was looking to have the potential for complete disaster.

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Natural- You've strapped a pair of knives to your wrists. Get your stabby on.

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The next Claws scrapper I make, THIS will be the only thing in his bio.

I've seen a few different ideas for them. Besides the obvious mutant explanation, people have explained them as weapons strapped to the hand or wrist or a pair of tech gauntlets that contain them. I even saw one that said the hero was actually a low-level ice controller and he made his claws that way.

You could also have a psychic-type character and the claws are the manisfestation of his power. (Think Wild Thing or Psylocke) Perhaps nanites in your hero's bloodstream create them, or maybe a magical artifact or ritual imparted otherwordly claws to him/her.

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The dirty woman suddenly heard a gasp from nearby.

Turning to the source of the sound would reveal a Malta Group Tactical Operative, weapon drawn, in full Field gear, his midnight blue getup hard to distinguish from its surroundings.

"You're not supposed to be down here! Who are you?"

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"What? I... I snuck onboard," she stammered while cursing at herself. So much for staying hidden. And it wasn't like she could lie and say she was part of the ship's work crew. Not with how she was dressed.

"Look buddy," she added, keeping her hands up in a show of submission. "I'm not lookin' for any trouble. I just stowed away to get a free ride somewhere new. Lookin' for a fresh start, ya know?"

She felt a churning in her stomach, but determindly pushed it down, willing herself to calm down.

Harry started to get up when it looked like Silk was leaving the cage, but then sat back down when she seemed to change her mind.

"Oh, I like most kinds of movies," Harry said in answer to Shioh's question. "Though I kinda prefer comedies and action stuff. Cartoons too. Not a big fan of horror. Not modern horror movies anyway. Too dependant on cheap gore and shocks. I DO like the older movies though. They always seemed to have a little more imagination when it came to creepy stuff."


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Deep in the bowels of the ship, among the grease and oil, a huddled figure slowly crawled out of her hiding place. She wore dirty, rather threadbare clothing and one of her sneakers had a largish hole in the end, revealing that she wore no socks either.

Her head was completely bald and she ran a hand over it nervously as she looked about with wide brown eyes. Seeing nobody, she fully exited her hiding place and began searching about her surroundings. Stowing away on the ship had been a split second decision and now she was questioning the wisdom of it. Hopefully she could remain hidden.

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"Impressive and fun are two different things. Watching people do things means I'm not doing them myself. I'm a doer not a watcher, especially since watching means I know the outcome of any 'gambles' they take. I know it sounds really, REALLYreallyreally weird, but I prefer to watch battles that don't involve explosions and weird metahuman powers,"


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"Oh, I know what ya mean there," Harry nodded thoughtfully. "Always been a fan o' skill and all. But knowing the outcome, for me anyway, doesn't really take away the fun of watching. I mean, I KNOW how some movies are going to end, but I still re-watch them. Of course, I seem to be more easily amused than most so maybe it's just different perspectives."

Which was perfectly true. Harry found himself excited by lots of things that others didn't see the importance of. Heck, he still had to stop and look at the sky in amazement every now and then. After all, it was just so..... big. Not the best word to describe his wonderment, but he'd given up trying to explain it long ago.

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"Now I'm bored! Boredboredboredboredbored BORED!"

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"Bored? Really?" Harry said in a surprised tone, turning to look down at her where she'd fallen. "With all that going on?" he gestured to the arena. "I guess saying you're not easily amused would be an understatement, huh?"

He looked back to see the forgettable guy strolling through the latest attack on him. That guy smiled in such a forgettable way, Harry would probably remember it to the end of his days.

"Great, one of THESE guys," he muttered to himself. First-hand experience told him how annoying the invincible types could be. Heck, this one didn't even have the decency to stick to regular old invincibility either. Probably one of those clever little powers that let him slip right by mundane things like physics and logic. Someone who'd discovered life's cheat codes while the rest of the world slugged it out on Legendary with the pistol and the assault rifle. And the pistol didn't even zoom anymore.

Harry gave an admiring "oooooo" at Silk's raining arrow trick, as though it were a display of fireworks.

"Now c'mon," he said to Shioh. "Tell me THAT wasn't impressive."

((Hey, just a quick note to let everyone know I'm still here. I'm gonna let the arena fight progress a little before posting. ))

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"Now as long as I've invoking my power on you, you'll see these hot dogs as hamburgers," she said, her eyes still locked on his.

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"A good wind comes up now and then turning blue when it hits the sea bottom during the springtime hours and sways my opinions like the Crabtrees in red."

Harry's voice started rambling to her almost immediatly. Not loudly but a constant, soft background noise. Except that his mouth never moved.


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The 'connection' was broken.
"Unfortunately I can only make it work while I have eye contact with someone, and it hurts if I do it for very long. I just broke my record right there. Changing the way someone perceives something doesn't really work if they can't see it without looking away from my eyes and breaking the connection. I guess it's kind of like being able to turn invisible only when people aren't looking," she chuckled.

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The whispering stopped as soon as the connection was broken.

"Wow, that's still pretty cool," Harry said, smiling happily at her demonstration, seemingly oblivious to anything out of the ordinary. "Now is that connected to yer other powers?"