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Ryuu Hotaka took breakfast in the cafeteria as well today. The guards hadn't made a fuss about the unexpected liberty of his arms, but since he hadn’t made any threatening motions, they either just hadn't noticed, chose to ignore it, or didn't want to let him know they had noticed.

Whichever the cause, Hotaka appreciated it - unlike the (in his opinion) unquestionable stench of the slop the cafeteria personnel dumped onto his tray.

Doing his best to ignore it, as he'd been forced to with much if the smells here, Hotaka headed for the closet table, which just happened to be Ghoul's.

"Greetings." he took a quick bow towards Ghoul as he sat down across the table. If he'd done his math right, Phaith would probably be joining them shortly...

I'm not even gonna start here...damn sudden writing impulses.

"Thanks, but I'm already gonna get an earful from the Doc for brining back a hole." Allen smirked, referring to where he'd been shot through the chest, "If I let anyone but him patch it, he's gonna throw an absolute fit. And no, it's not bad. You could say I'm somewhat heartless."

The blaring of the closing police sirens drove the smirk off his face again.

"Hm, looks like I gotta cut my visit short, it figures." Allen growled, turning to Balsk, "Guess I'll ask my pals over in the Eastside about you then. You're probably Alan's cousin or something...except he's blue..."

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"I won't be needing that, Toy Dispenser." said a familiar voice from behind the robotic mastermind. Out of thin air formed DJ Zero, floating about as if nothing had ever happened. The one lying unconscious on the floor evaporated into an uncountable number of glittering particulates.

"Sorry if anyone felt I was hashin' on your gig," DJ Zero continued, "But Poe needed a lesson today. I think he got the idea. Now let's get this place jumpin' again, everyone's here to par-tay!"

With a wave of his hand, the music changed once more, pumping rythm into the air that one could practically feel. Rosie's clothes came back from nowhere, re-forming about her body as if they'd never left, and the D's partygoers returned to nromal as well, most of them just picking up where they'd left off.

Power Breaker even found a certain beer right in his hand...

((Was just about to suggest the same thing. Just one more thing to do...))

"Trick?" Hotaka questioned with the usual smile, "Ah yes, the chains. I didn't want to bother anyone, but they are so very restrictive, you understand."

Paying careful attention that Phaith didn't notice what he'd really done to the shackles, he continued, "And unless you can magic up a window, I'm afraid not. Besides, I am tired. It has been a long day."

With that, he quieted down and proceeded to just sit there. His eyes hidden under the hat, it was virtually impossible for anyone to tell if he'd actually gone to sleep or not. Even if Phaith looked to see, the man's eyes were wide open - and white as snow, completely pupilless.

If he was quiet enough, though, he might manage to get a closer look at the remaining cuffs still hanging on the bedpost.

They looked like they'd been cut. Sliced, in fact. Sliced apart by something either terribly sharp or horribly strong...

At first, Allen was a bit confused at Balsk's lack of response. Then the Gunslinger came barreling out of the alley.

Great. And I thought it was over.

The barrel of Allen's combi-rifle swung up again with frightening speed - especially considering he was holding the heavy-looking weapon with only one arm. Either the weapon was considerably lighter than it seemed or Allen was much stronger than he looked.

Then Balsk spoke, sheathing his sword. This was an interesting turn of events. Was the Gunslinger not with the Malta Group? It certainly appeared so...and the Draconian seemed to know this.

Following his gut, he lowered his rifle again, but kept a few tricks up his sleeve just in case.

"Alright." he answered Cobalt Black in a neutral tone, "Talk..."

((Eh, your for cardinal directions generally work fine for regular cell blocks. We already have the Abyss as a super secred laced-with-rumors confinement area...Doctor Raiken would probably have his area named 'the Lab' or something...and I'd imagine the Vault would be named just that. We need anything else for now?))

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Hotaka chuckled at Phaith's remarks, as they seemed to amuse him greatly. He too turned his head towards the tallied wall for a moment, as if capable of seeing it through the prisoner's eyes. The sound of the handcuffs rattling echoed through the cell for a moment.

"You're not going to make me tell my life story, are you?" he answered Phaith with a smirk, folding his hands into his lap and massaging his wrists a bit, "But no, I'm just a teacher. They had nothing in my size, I'm afraid."

Cracking his knuckles, Hotaka performed a quick bow of greeting in Phaith's direction, "Ryuu Hotaka, by the way. An honor to meet you..."

Allen scowled at the engagement between Balsk and Reikoff. This was taking way too long, and with both of them contorting every which way, there was no chance a shot from his rifle wouldn't hit both of them.

Luckily, this didn't seem necessary, as the Malta sought their safety in teleportation. The grenade left behind ended its existence as a small cloud of dissociated green gas with no visible cause.

However, there was of course a cause - a short-lived beam from Allen's rifle, invisible to most of the EM spectrum because its working principle was far removed from it. The disintegrator function of Allen's combi-rifle had once more proven itself useful.

"Well, that was unpleasant." the wolflike alien told Balsk, "Everything more or less in one piece with you...?"

((Taking this time to introduce SWAT Sergeant Thomas Bauston:

Not exacly a sadistic fellow, but holds a grudge against virtually every super-powered individual alive, especially if they've been labeled villains. His exact reasons are unknown, as he keeps to himself, but there are rumors his family was caught in the crossfire of a metahuman battle.

Bauston is in command of Zigursky's SWAT division, the same guys seen in the comic in the main security room. They command the standard SWAT arsenal seen in-game, as well as a division of PPD Shells, Hard Suits, and even a few Assaults.

They're hardly ever seen around the inner workings of the prison, serving more as a last line of defense when something goes over the heads of the normal guards. As such, they usually won't appear unless something goes seriously wrong. ))

((Was gonna have him room with Ghoul, but sure, why not? Also, is the guy's name Sieg or Seig now?))

Grinning smugly, the escorting guards did as told. Two unlocked the door while the others stood guard. Experience had taught them not to always blindly believe that just because the prisoners weren't supposed to have 'powers' in here, that indeed they really didn't.

After making sure they had no interference to expect from Phaith, one of them checked the copy of what the SWAT Sergeant had originally scrawled on the transfer papers. The man shrugged, then ordered the other guards to shackle Ryuu to the metal corner post of the bunk bed, which was in turn firmly embedded in the concrete of the floor.

"I tell ya, Bauston gets crazier every year." one of the men performing the deed growled, "The hell does he think this loser's gonna do?"

"Orders are orders." retorted the one with the copy, "You wanna go discuss it with him?"

"Hmph." was the only answer he got. SWAT Sergeant Bauston wasn't someone to be messed with, he knew that.

As soon as the locks were secure, the mob of guards shuffled out of the cell again, and then the door slammed shut once more, the clacking of several heavy locks echoing from the reinforced door's guts.

<Insert any taunting words of Sieg/Seig here. >

Then there was silence again. With a relaxed sigh, Hotaka let himself onto the floor, sitting in a lotus fashion, his shackled wrists sliding down the metal post as far as they could...which wasn't far. He ended up with his hands just above an behind his head.

Then again, this didn't seem to bother him as he said to Phaith, "So then, who might you be...?"

((Waiting for Soviet. ))

Ryuu Hotaka didn't seem impressed by anything, still wearing a light smile as the guards with him ushered him into the cellblock he'd been assigned. He also still wore his robes (after they'd been thoroughly searched, of course), as none of the orange uniforms had fit him and they had to order one tailor-made. It would take some time.

"Five coming in." the lead guard of Ryuu's 'escort' said to another guard behind a window. The spoken-to man nodded and pressed a button that was out of view for now.

A short horn sounded as the midway barrier to the cell block was raised by the guard in control of 'the button', the only control that could open the heavy bars of the door, sitting watchfully behind a thick pane of transparent composite. It was tough enough to withstand even the mightiest of brutes.

The position had a rotating chair and a monitor bank, through which security camera feeds were routed. It wasn't the only security desk, though, only the first of many.

As Hotaka and the four guards entered the cellblock, the midway barrier rolled shut again behind them. The robed man surveyed the building closely.

Two floors, walkways along the upper row of cells. At the far end of the block, a guard was standing in front of a cell door, apparently having a chat with the prisoner. Curiously enough, he almost seemed to be keeping watch for something.

As they walked down the block, Ryuu also noticed a single gray eye peeking out of a door slit. It was cold, emotionless, and seemed to be screaming bloody murder.

Then Ryuu saw at what - or who, to be more precise. A man in the grab of a medical doctor, with little bells adorning the ends of his lab coat, and wearing a most sadistic smile that made the doctor’s face even more repulsive than Hotaka already thought it was.

Beside the medical man walked a guard, more or less dragging along an unidentified prisoner. The play of emotions on the interned man's face, the cycling of fright and sheer terror, was the first thing capable of turning Ryuu's smile away, his face becoming an emotionless mask.

"Three coming out!" Doctor Raiken practically screeched at the guard in the 'box', as the caretakers of the Zig sometimes referred to the position at 'the button'. To say the man's voice was unpleasant was an understatement - Raiken's tone cut the air like the screech of a harpy, and the guard quickly obliged the order, if only to be rid of the demon in the skin of a man for a while...

Headlights.

The armored PPD SWAT van slowly made its way off the main road.

Then taillights. It had turned around.

Rearward lights. They came closer.

"Steady now." growled the SWAT Sergeant, cold, focused eyes tracking the armored van as it backed up the last few meters to the Ziggursky Penitentiary Prisoner Transfer Gate. Three spotlights focused on the area, turning the dark night to brightest day.

The clicking of automatic weaponry spread through the group of SWAT personnel, and the heavy footsteps of the two men in Hard Suits echoed stoically on the concrete.

The SWAT van ground to a halt, and two officers rammed riot hooks into designated holders on the rear doors while a third disengaged the heavy electronic lock, flaked by two Equalizers. They weren't taking any chances.

The officer nodded, and the hook-wielding men flung the doors open. Out leaped first two more SWAT officers, and then an incredulously tall man clad in red-and-gold asian robes. Even without the huge bamboo coolie that hid more than half of his face, much like a Tsoo Sorcerer, the thin silk garments of far-eastern martial arts made it clear he was dangerous even unarmed. The carefully wrapped legs and forearms only underscored this, and his arms had been expertly tied with more handcuffs and locks than the average person was able to tell apart.

Having crouched down for almost the entire trip because of his stature, the man seemed quite relieved to be able to stand tall again, towering at over 2.6 meters. Though the shadow of the hat hid the upper half of his face, his mouth was clearly visible. He smiled.

"Don't even think about it." spat the SWAT Sergeant, motioning to his men, "You so much as look at someone like you're gonna spit and you'll have more bullets in ya then yer able to count."

"Perish the thought." the tall man replied in fluent English, "I was merely..."

"Save it." snapped the Sergeant, "Now move."

The muzzle of an automatic rifle pressed itself into the man's back. It belonged to one of the Ghosts who'd been in the van with him in addition to the officers. With a shrug, the obscenely tall martial artist did as told, and the caravan moved into the Zig. The heavy doors slammed shot behind them.

In the entryway, they were already expected by the Zig's own staff of guards. Some sneered at the new arrival, while others kept a close eye for anything he might try to pull. Still others chuckled quietly, and a few even started betting - on what, no one but the betters were quite sure.

Without a word, the SWAT Sergeant handed the security Captain a clipboard, numerous quick words scrawled onto the normal forms with heavy black ink. The Captain only nodded, and then turned his attention to the prisoner.

"Another ninja mastermind, huh?" he sneered up at the man, "Not so hot now, huh? Well, your masterminding days are over for good..."

"Mastermind?" interrupted the bound man, "How flattering. But I'm just a teacher. It would be..."

The Captain's fist came flying right for his face - and went wide. With an incredulous look in his eyes, the uniformed man went for it again with an uppercut - and missed again as the prisoner swayed every-so-slightly.

"Now, now." the new arrival smirked, bending backwards a little, "Let's not be hasty."

Two rifle butts between neck and shoulder blades ended the dodging, bringing the robed man to his knees. Swearing, the Captain tore the coolie off the prisoner's head...and froze.

Everything quieted down for a moment as the bamboo hat drifted to the floor.

Then the robed man looked up at the Captain - looked with blank white eyes, eyes that had no pupils.

"You're blind?" was all the uniformed man was able to get out, wallowing in disbelief that this was the guy who'd just dodged his best punches. The Captain was no amateur when it came to fights, and he'd beaten down so-called 'supers' on numerous occasions.

"Only those who refuse to see are blind." the prisoner replied cryptically, rising to his feet again, "I stand by my word. I am a teacher. I have committed no wrong."

"By our laws, ya have." growled the Sergeant, "And you're gonna pay. Take a good look around. You ain't never gonna see Japan again. You're gonna stay here, rot here, and die here!"

"That'll be enough, Sergeant." said the Captain coldly as he picked up the prisoner's hat, handing it to one of his team, "Check that. If it's clean...give it back to him. Well, what's everyone waiting for an invitation?! Get this guy outta my sight!"

As the troop departed, the uniformed man took a good, long look at the clipboard, carefully reading the notes the Sergeant had made in addition to all the other known information - which wasn't exactly much.

"Hmph." he snorted as he read the name on the clipped manifest, "Ryuu Hotaka..."

"I hate getting shot." Allen growled as he picked himself off the ground again, "Freakin' hurts."

He dipped two fingers into the bloody wound on his chest and immeditely gritted his teeth in pain. Yeah, that'd leave a mark.

Picking up his rifle again, he had to admit he was impressed at the sniper riding the black of concrete down the building like a bat outta hell.

It would be very interesting to see if he could dodge Balsk's attack like that, though...

Awww, I feel loved.

And Seferin, it looks like you're much like I started out. Before my first post in the Final Fight thread, I'd literally never done anything like this before.

But I'm always up for trying new things, so I just started telling a story. Okay, so I didn't exactly start, I more of just droped the bomb in the middle of tone, but those are technicalities. Point being: just write what happens to pop into your head. Start telling a story, and when you encounter other people, mesh your story into theirs and let it grow. You'll be surprised what kind of cool tales can come when a couple of people start putting their stories together.

Air collapsing into a vacuum - the characteristic noise produced when something disappeared in teleport.

There! That rooftop!

Allen didn't hesitate an instant, bringing his rifle to bear. His eyes focused almost like a zoom-lens camera, locking onto the location of the sound and analyzing the situation.

There were two – and one was aiming straight at him!

Not with me, pal.

An instinctive impulse to his leg muscles sent Allen up like a coiled spring, his finger squeezing the trigger at the same time.

But not in time.

Speeding ahead of its own Mach wave, Reikoff's sniper round caught the Allen in mid-rise, tearing right into his chest where a human's heart would be, drilling through, and blasting out the other side. His uniform took a sizeable amount of the punch out of it, but the shell still made it through, taking a good trail of blood with it.

Nevertheless, the energy shell still left his rifle's barrel, rushing over to Reikoff at hypersonic velocities - the only thing faster right now was the flash of the initial discharge. The aim having been thrown off slightly by the impact, however, the quasi-projectile was no longer heading for the TacCom, but just slightly below his location.

Even before Allen's back hit the ground, the energy shell made contact with the edge of the roof, detonating with enough force to send a good potion of the roof into the upper stratosphere...

((Considering Reikoff is an Elite TacCom and Curtis an Elite Gunslinger, I'd imagine they'd be pretty calm about a Gunslinger, Grey.

Okay, so Kip is in the door of the building Reikoff's on...which means he's doing the 5th-Column-aim-down...and being an expert smiper, I'd think him to be at a good distance from the SPC's front building...okay, I have my positions. ))

Allen had spent the time meticulously surveying the sourrounding buildings after he'd caught his own fall with a roll. The Mach wave had only come to his attention after Reikoff had already fired, and he'd seen no muzzle flash, which likely meant their sniper was a professional marksman using gear that matched his experience.

He saw no glint of a scope, no trace particles wafting up from anywhere. From what Allen knew of Terran weaponry, the guy was most likely operating a gas-powered rifle of some sort - no need for powder cartriges.

So he listened. Carefully.

Sadly, to no avail. Cobalt's and Kip's actions effectively drowned out what he was scanning for - and with Sol high in the sky, sight was near-useless at this point. Allen may have had excellent night vision as well as thr ability to see parts of the EM spectrum humans could ony theorize about, but he was used to much darker conditions. The star's brightness was a pain to no end.

A very heavy-looking rifle that looked like something out of a sci-fi flick at the ready, he kneeled at the ready, waiting for their opponent to make the next move...

Soviet, I'm fairly sure Diov is talking strictly fictional here. Heh, every time the term 'sniper pistol' is uttered near me, I think of that crazy grappling hook pistol of Van Helsing's that shot a spear hook with line X-hundreds of meters and still clear through a tree.

Allen shrugged at Bear's sudden departure.

"I'm told he's not a very social person." he told Kip, "And...other things. I'm also told Canadian bacon is just a gimmick for ham."

With a smile that could only be that of a good mood, despite Allen's predatory appearance, he extended a hand towards the pizza-box, "Of course, that doesn't mean I'm foolish enough to..."

He suddenly froze in mid-sentence. His right ear twitched. What was a meta...click? Click was never good...

A trigger!

"DOWN!" was all Allen had time to roar across the entire area, lunging forward to grab both Kip and Balsk somewhere, anywhere, as Reikoff's rifle blasted the AP round away...

Allen couldn't help but give bear a toothy smirk. Humans, go figure...of course, the Wyvern agent deserved a category of his on, and Balsk wasn't remotely human...well, scratch that, very human in his mindset, anyway.

Of course, this didn't exactly seem strange to Allen. He'd met Bear under interesting circumstances, and the Raptor Agent likely didn't remember him, but then not many of the peope who'd been at that far-off place could.

Balsk was another story. While Allen kept up with what the SPC was up to (after all, they often worked closely with Portal Corporation, and Vern thought it wise to keep an eye on all their affiliates), he'd never actually met the draconian in person.

Thus being, he was torn between challenging the guy to a sparring match and questioning him about the odd blue scale on his back. Having next to no idea about Balsk's culture and customs, of course, he toseed about the possibility that either could be offensive to the draconian - and one of the last things Allen wanted to be thought of as was rude.

"Threatening?" he therefore questioned Bear with an innocent grin, "I've done no such thing. The Doc just told me today was a day celebrating love an friendship here on Terra, and your behavior seems odd, if I do say so myself."

"And I don't doubt it." he then replied to Balsk, "But I'd prefer you two not slug it out right now, as I'd like to know if either of you knows where Rosalind is? And...I apologize if this is offensive, but I guess my curiosity's gotten the better of me - that scale on your back...why blue?"

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"Hey," he called to them as he reached for the top box of pizza, "I think you guys all need to calm down... Here, have a pizza. I ordered on an empty stomach and I think it might be too much."

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"You are expecting more visiors...?"

"Lieutenant William Bear," Allen's lupine eyes narrowed, but his voice stayed open and gentle, "I would duly appreciate if you didn't take that tone with Mr. Azurebound here. What’s he done to you…?"

"Now, now, Mister Bear." suddenly came a voice from behind the Elite Raptor Agent, "I was told this isn't a day for fighting."

The voice was that of a creature which most closely resembled some sort of anorexic Warwolf. Clad in a simple black uniform that seemed able to double as a light vacuum suit, Allen of the Fang Clan seemed to just have appeared right out of thin air.

The appearace, however, was quite misleading. Anyone who knew anything about Allen or his people knew they were a fair bit more than they appeared - and to few did this apply more than to Allen himself...

((*hides behind riot shield*))

Long story short, there are quite a few things within the RP-board that aren't the way the game represents them, and sometimes aren't in the game to begin with.

There are both characters and NPC groups floating around here that really don't fit into the CoX universe as it is now, such as water manipulators, kinetic scrappers, Chaos Knights, and so on and so forth.

So due to my natural curiosity, I need to ask this: what would your idea that isn't in the game now be if it were? What powers/abilities would said character, NPC enemy, or even an entire enemy group have?

Personally, I'd very much like to hear about such things, and I'm sure we've got others here willing to both listen and tell their own. So without further ado, allow me to provide an example and (hopefully) the first entry of many into this thread.

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Gunslinger Pete
<Independent>
Player Character

--> Primary - Pistols:

Rapid Fire:
Ranged, cone, moderate dmg (lethal/smash), foe knockback
You can fire off a quick burst of lead in a wide cone.

Hollow Round:
Ranged, high dmg (lethal), foe knockback
Fires a large caliber hollow tip from both guns that can knock down foes.

Incendiary Round:
Ranged, high dmg (Lethal), DoT (Fire)
An incendiary round that sets foes ablaze.

Explosive Tip:
Ranged, (targeted AoE), moderate dmg (lethal/smash), foe knockdown
Explosive Tip rounds can affect foes in a small area. The force of the explosion can knock down foes.

Narcotic Round:
Ranged, low dmg (lethal) foe sleep, -regeneration
This round is filled with a deadly narcotic that can poison your foe, rendering him unable to regenerate his wounds. He may even pass out.

Liquid Nitrogen Round:
Ranged, moderate dmg (cold), foe hold
The Liquid Nitrogen Round can freeze targets solid.

--> Secondary - Energy Manipulation

Standard blaster secondary set, no differences

--> Pool Sets -

----> Teleportation:

Standard pool set, no differences.

----> Leadership:

Standard pool set, no differences.

----> Fitness:

Standard pool power set, except hurdle.

--> Special Sets -

----> Tactical Munitions:

Fragmentation Grenade:
Ranged (targeted AoE), moderate dmg (lethal/smash), foe knockback
The explosion from the Fragmentation Grenade affects all within the blast and can knock them back.

Stun Grenade:
Ranged (targeted AoE), disorient
The Stun Grenade can disorient all foes around the target

Web Grenade:
Ranged, foe immobilize, -recharge, -fly
Upon impact, the Web Grenade expels a strong, tenuous, and very sticky substance that can Immobilize most targets. This non-lethal device deals no damage and does not prevent targets from attacking, although their attack rate is Slowed. The Web can bring down flying foes.

Sapp Grenade:
Ranged (targeted AoE), foe -end
The Sapp Grenade's bio-feedback pulse can drain foes of their endurance.

----> Armor:

Vest:
Self, +resistance (all but psionics)
You wear an advanced Vest that grants some protection from all damage except psionics.

LR: "MAKO! Get back here with my cookie jar THIS INSTANT!!!"

Unknown: "Hello, everyone. We have a new guest with us today. Please, introduce yourself."

Lord Recluse: "Hello...I'm Lord Recluse..."

Nemesis, Countess Crey, Vanessa Devore, the Clockwork King, the Center, Arakhn, Requiem, Nosferatu, Vandal, Burkholder, Maestro, Hamidon, etc...: "Hello, Lord Recluse."

Lord Recluse: "...and...I'm a megalomaniac. *sob*"