Damsel_EU

"I can fly at least one person with me to the port, might have to take a taxi otherwise. We should meet by the ferry in say, fifteen minutes?" asked Rachel. "I'm Damsel by the way, fairly new but Priest shows me around."

"Sometimes, you can't blame the cops for not trying" said Rachel, addressing the other heroes. "They're scared ******** facing things they can't understand, on a daily basis. Plus, they're mostly in it for the money, aren't they? That lieutenant Hicks is a good example of somebody just trying to survive long enough for his next paycheck. As for you guys, you're commited, that's what makes you heroes. Now if you want to find Pistol, I think I know where to look, she lives in Nerva Archipelago. Are you sure you want to go after her? Looks like she's using magic now, the way she teleported out of your psychic nuke."

"Lieutenant" called the soft voice of Rachel Hunter. She approached the police officer calmly and reached out an arm to guide him aside for a private talk. "You can't arrest these girls, you just can't" she whispered. "They risked thier lives trying to protect those of others, and with Pistol and her men fleeing, I'd say they did a good job of it. With all due respect officer Hicks, these girls have been true heroes today."

It didn't take Rachel long to reach the dinner and by her assessment the situation was beyond critical. A handful of the Lost mutates were being mowed down by two or more gunmen, from inside the dinner. She noticed a civilian nearby, clasping onto her knee in pain. Rachel focused on her empathic abilities and went down to help.

"Sure thing preacher man" replied Rachel. "You be careful now, okay?" she added, taking to the skies and heading towards the dinner across town. "Pious!" she bellowed down. "Call me, let me know what you find!"

"Yeah, I'm fine" replied Rachel, holding on to her husband's embrace for a little longer. She gently runs her fingers across his arms, enjoying the firm texture of his spandex costume. "Sorry I'm late, I had to find the right outfit, you know?" Rachel pulled away a little, looking up at Pious with a knowing smile. "So, tell me about this dream, you little precog, what do we do next?"

Soaring through the morning clouds over Skyway City was a young woman with brilliant white hair, known to the American people as Damsel, the fledgeling street hero. She descended gracefully onto the concrete bridge and quickly inspected the crime scene. Under the bridge was swarming with forensics investigators though the bodies had clearly been moved off site and the skies above was now buzzing with hungry media helicopters.

Ressurection, please?

When is the next story then babe?

Thank you!

I'm having a great day so far!

Choice of butter cake, cheesecake, chocolate, sponge cake, carrot cake or even bakewell tart and jaffa cakes!

Happy Anniversary Paragon City! And Happy Birthday ME!

Mission 1: Initial Incident & Rising Action - A sequence of events in which your characters are developed.

Mission 2: Turning Point - The event which makes what follows, the climax, inevitable.

Mission 3: Climax - The point of highest emotional tension, where the audience should laugh or vex the most.

Mission 4: Falling Action - The tying up of lose ends in the action of your story.

Mission 5: Resolution & Cliffhanger - You could even throw in a cliffhanger linked to your next arc.

Good party last night. Great turnout!

Media attention! First published photograph! Pocket D Costumed Ball!

As the last of the men in suits fled, the black cadillac shimmered and disappeared into thin air. Lieutenant Hicks came running out of the hotel wearing only his Spongebob Squarepants boxer shorts. "Damn it!" he shouted, fuming that the killer managed an escape. It didn't take too long for him to realise passerbys were pointing and laughing. "What's so funny?" he bellowed, spinning on his heels and storming back into the hotel. He snatched a radio off a nearby officer and pressed it to his lips. "Back to the station! Debrief in twenty minutes, I want this case filed and prioritised!" He released the broadcasting button and began muttering. "These madmen have just made themselves a dangerous enemy. Nobody messes with the Police, nobody makes me look like an idiot!"

Suddenly, wild gunshots are heard coming from multiple corners outside the hotel. Those that could see over the fences and beyond the alleyway would notice about a dozen men in smart casual suits and colour coded shirts, wielding guns and an array of melee weapons. They approached the staff exit with maximum force, quite possibly attempting to rescue the cornered killer. Several bullets ripped at the fences and walls, one guman with a grey shirt noticed Detective Gnash and Officer Sula and suddenly charged at them with unbelievable speed, his arms swinging for a knockout blow.

Happy birthday to you Stryke, though you're still not forgiven for killing me in Gladiators!

Yeah, it was fixed some months ago now.

The weight of the punch threw the large man into the agent and as she teleported away, he went down hard, hitting the blood-soaked concrete with a loud thud. The tranquillizers were kicking in, neutralising the man's mighty muscles. With his last ounce of strength he crawled into a enough shadow to escape, leaving behind a slimy, bloody puddle of excess skin, muscle and hair. This creature had shed skin in a small outburst of blood and gore. A nearby stack of maid staff uniforms was covered in bloody handprints and missing by one.

From the shadows of the basement came something of a monster. Noiseless, agile and extremely fast. It pounced like a wild predator moving in on its prey, it's huge figure coming to shape the closer it got to the armoured agent. It was a man, an ordinary man, but at the size of a speeding truck, he was deadly. His arm was raised back behind him, preparing to land a heavy blow on his intruder, an attack with such speed and ferocity it was capable of demolishing a solid brick wall.

Just to clarify, if the interest is still there, everyone is welcome to join and rejoin when ready.

The manager lowered his voice to a threatening whisper. "Turn my place upside down? Listen lady, I don't take kindly to being threatened, especially not by a silly little woman playing cops and robbers. You're not getting anything off me, not without a warrant, so why don't you pick up your fat behind and drag it on out of here!"

"I'm not handing over anything" the manager protested, talking from behind the registration desk. "This is Hotel Geneva and we pride ourselves in costumer confidentiality. First I give you the guest list and next thing, you're shutting us down. People die all the time officer, it's not my fault. Would have thought you'd know better!"

Yes happy birthday Pious! Even though you're standing right next to me.