Kilytee

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And, assume that your group did all the TFs together, at least including those who did the TF at all. Even if they didn't.


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Then why not just assume that all those redundent story arcs were done as a team? Think X-men here, virtually every major storyarc involving combat was done with them working together, and while CoH almost requires a more solo-style hero in many situations (unless you are a controller or tanker), if you are a roleplayer that really shouldn't matter.

Anomalos was among the few who did not fall unconcious at the attack of the robot. Looking around, he saw Al Papavich dart into a corner nearby, then noticed the approaching hoard, "Scatter behind the buildings," he said as loudly as possible without the Hellions and Clockwork over-hearing, "when I give the word, ambush them!" With that he darted over to Al and said, "Ready?"

Just as Anomalos was turning to Kinjo to acknowlodge that he was indeed fine, he saw the same thing Vengence had, it was his fellow hero Mr. Eccentric, piloting, for no apparent reason, an enormous cherrypicker. "Hey man, I was coming to help out." Aonomalos shook his head in amazement, "Well, you're a little late, but, out of pure curiosity, what's with the cherrypicker? You can fly!" Mr. John Eccentric replied, "Well, there was this guy down at Hero Corps who didn't want it and it was free and these things don't come cheap and you never knoe when you might need a cherry picker!" Anomalos sighed, "Whatever, we all neeed to go to City Hall to report the happenings here." "Want a ride," John asked, motioning to the basket of the cherrypicker, which was large enough to carry 200 people without them being cramped. "Um, sure," Anomalos said as they all loaded into the device, "some of us are in no condition to travel."

((For those few of you who care, this is the last post I will make on this thread, as I had a better idea. This entire story has been converted into Rise of the Hellions-Open RP. So, if you kinda liked this story, drop by there and give a post. Thanks. ))

Anomalos, with his amazing healing factor, recovered from his fall in the space of about ten minutes, upon his awake, the battle still raged. He stretched to work the kinks out of his neck, then ordered a nearby group of 10 heroes, most ranged fighters, to attck Heinrich when he himself did so. They nodded, and Anomalos sprang. His first few punches were futile, as Heinrich dodged them, but then the other heroes attacked, and Heinrich dropped like a $100 bill in Vegas ((What can I say? Anomalos likes his cliches)). At the fall of the Nazi, the Hellions were distracted for a few seconds, which was all that was required for the Heros to unit in one giant group and destroy the remaining thugs. "Well, at least all this is over with." One hero said, a novice, judging by his curiosity of the Ubermenschen. "No," Anomalos rejoined, "Heinirch is probably only the tip of the iceberg, whjy would a lone 5th Column recruit be leading Hellions? No, this is a lot bigger than just this event."

((Wierd, didn't list that last post))

Anomalos turned to face the katana-wielding hero, "Hell yeah, I'm ready, um, no pun intentended," he said as he dropped four more of the thugs rapidly. "The names Anomalos, good to meet you. Hey, can you help me out? I'm recieving a distress call from Blyde Square." Al agreed to aid the masked hero, and they rushed off. When they arrived, they recieved quite a shock, there were hunndreds of the Hellions, all, for whatever reason, trying to batter down the statue in the middle of the Square. Naturally, this attracted some attention, and there were about 50 hereos arriving right then, but Anomalos wondered if that would be enough, these Hellions looked deadlier, thier weapons were finely made and most of them had shotguns. Then. Anomalos noticed something even more strange, standing atop the highest point of the statue, the hand raised in an eternal salute, was a Raserai Ubermenschen Oberst, giving the Hellions orders with a commanding authority. Why the hell is there a 5th presence here?, Anomalos asked himself. Deciding it didn't matter, he turned to Al, "you orgainize the heroes here into a passable force, I'm taking out thier leader." Al Papavich nodded in consent, and Anomalos bounded up to meet the Oberst. The Oberst, whose name was Heinrich, pulled the Uzi from his back and launched several rounds at the approaching hero. Anomalos was able to dodge almost all of the shots, and the ones that did hit healed almost instantly. Angered, Heinrich launched himslef at the masked hero, Anomalos dodging and hitting on the back. Heinrich staggered, then gave Anomalos a hard kick, under normal circumstances this wouldn't have mattered, but the Ubermenschens were STRONG. Anomalos was knocked back a good 50 feet, enough to remove him from the statue, ans then he was falling......falling.....and then, all was darkness.

Anomalos dropped to the ground, off the building he had been standing upon. The Hellions had started, for whatever reason, a full-scale rebellion, and no one knew the cause. Hero Corps was in a fit, and had dispatched every hero who could be spared. Anomalos was one such hero, to his dismay, he had planned on taking a vacation this week. "Oh well," he muttered to himself, "at least I wasn't RECALLED from vacation like that one guy." It didn't take him long to spot a Hellion group, as hunndred were roaming Steel Canyon alone.Black Spade-tipped tail twictching behind him, the hooded, masked hero sprang into action and launched himself at a group of 6 of the vacation-stealers. He dropped the first two with a sereies of dark-powered punches, then dropped three m ore in short sucsession. The sixth ran, though not far as Anomalos just gave one great bound and caught up with him. Satisfied with his work, Anomalos rushed off, looking for more.

((The way I'm planning it, this shoud culminate with an AV of my design, so help me out! ))

The Hellions were revolting against the city, not in their usual manner, but a full-scale rebellion. Hunndreds of them were running around the clock, robbing banks, burglarizing homes, all in Galaxy City. No one could discern the cause of their recent activity. Several intiate heroes had been dispatched with the sole task of capturing the Hellions and interrogationg them if possible, not that it really mattered, there were just so many of them, it was getting harder and harder to cull their numbers. One of the newly recruited gang members, along with a few veterans, had set up a rather ingenious system of charging citizens to cross the street in key areas. What with all the confusion, many people were running about hystericlly, screaming their heads off. The highwayman buisness was a hot commodity. The Hellions were so busy, in fact, that they never noticed the shape creeping up behind them untill, of course, it was far to late. The shape, a hero named Cyphen, smashed two of the thug's heads together and proceeded to launch himself at the remaining five. The first he dropped with kick to the stomach. Spining into a roundhouse, he felled two more. The hero then dropped the sixth with a simple punch. Dusting off his black leather jumpsuit, the yellow-haired hero turned to the last hellion. He swore under his breath as the hellion ran, he HATED when they ran. He hastily pushed a red button on his belt, and grinned as he rose into the air. Cyphen easily gained on the fleeing thug, and knocked him out with a Crane Kick. He then collected all the money the thugs had obtained, and dropped it off at Hero Corps. Cyphen energeticly resumed prowling the streets, pausing only to attack any Hellion he saw.

The prisoner was not concious of his actions, but rage bubbled from him in a palpable wave, HE would not fall to this insignificant speck, no, but would slay him, like all the others! The others, yes, the others! He vividly saw himself, an asault rifle in his hands, murdering them, all of them. Every last mutant on the earth only lived to be destroyed by him. But no! Not just the mutants, but all of them, every last "hero", and everyone else who consorted with the freaks! Even as the Crey worker scurried to the terminal at the other end of the room to deactivate the prisoner's biological functions, the glass of the small tube burst apart, shattered by a massive release of telekinetic force. The former prisoner snapped the scientists conciousness apart like a twig. AS the Crey worker slumped lifelessly to the ground, the other laughed maniacly. Suddenly, he said aloud, "I need....I need a name. But what? Something to grab attention most certainly, but what? Ah, yes, of course... May your hearts be consumed with fear, world. Soon, all of you shall know the name of Doctor Mortuus!

"How do you feel?"
"I feel sep-er-a-ted from myself," the man in the test tube-esque device replied. His name was......was...... It didn't matter, all but his work was insignificent anyway. It was not suprising, therefore, that his memory of his work was the only thing he remembered clearly, the rest was like tring to grasp at smoke. Oh, but he remebered his work, his life effort, trying to find a cure for the common anomoly,mutation. When he had first read the article in his favourite science journal, "What is the Common Anomoly?" At first, he had thought it an oxymoron of the worst kind, and had spent a few moments chuckling at its expense. Minutes later, after reading the entire article, he wasn't laughing anymore, many were the people who claimed it was a biased article, only extolling the more negative deeds of mutants. He, however, was especially susceptible to any anti-mutant propaganda, even though he was one. His family had been murdered by a mutant villain organazation, for some reason, that memory was quite clear. He himself had never been much of a "dangerous" mutant, all his mutation granted him was hyper-intelligence. Indeed, even one who observed him closely for several years would have though he was human, even though he wasn't "normal". After reading the article, he had devoted all of his time raising funds for his experiments. It wasn't difficult, not with groups like Vanguard and Crey searching for mutant neutralizers. He had come close, even to the extent that he could mutate animals and return them to normal quite easily, it was only a matter of time before he had the serum correctly callibrated to the [censored]-Superior DNA coding. But alas, SOMETHING had gone wrong, he had miscalculated, as improbable as that seemed, and there had been a.........negative reaction, to put it gently. Needless to say, it would be quite sometime before the debris was removed from the area of his once-laboratory. All of this lead up to this very moment, where he was floating in the machine, a breathing mask suctioned to his face and all manner of strange machinery hooked up to him. He was unable to discern most of the room outside of his jar, but he could clearly see the man who had spoken to him, his garb marked him as a man of science, which he was, saw the man in the test tube, upon closer inspection of his lapel. He was a Crey employee. "Well, that is a perefectly natural felling after the ordeal you hafe suffered," the man said with a smile which he obviously meant to be friendly, it wasn't. "Unfortunately, the Paragon Hero Corps. is investigating the scene of the reaction even now, and as I'm sure you're aware, we simply cannot allot, *ahem*, leaks regarding our numorous projects. It is, for that regretfull reason, that we must end your life."



((Thoughts, suggestions?))

Why the hell is this in the RP section? Oh, and timelord, I think its 5,7,5

Night-Falcon awoke with a start, he had been sleeping on the couch in the living room. It did not take him long to discern the cause of his sudden state of conciousness, it was the alarm that signified trouble in Paragon, and while there where surely dozens of other heroes rushing to the scene of the crime even as he sat there, he was somehow aware that there was a midget involved, and as his ancienct technique of Midget-Location was ten times more powerful than Jerry Falwell's Gaydar, he was fairly certain he could act on impulse. "Fusion Five, Assemble at the scene!". And so it went that the Five, with their various modes of travel (everone but Glory Boy, who had to grow up tough, and Night-Falcon flew, the duo previously mentioned had to arrive but Super-Jumping. When the quintet arrived at the disturbence, a convenience store, they were confronted by a strange man, who was only 3 feet tall, he wore flack armor and carried a long dagger, which for him, of course, served the purpose of a broadsword. "Hey no one gets passed 'ere, ya chee, only da boss! So proclaims, Mini-Blade!" It was at this exact moment that Polarity noticed Mini-Blade was a thing constructed of clockwork, as it had no pupils. "Since you are a robot," she stated," We should be able to defeat you with a logical paradox. Consider the statement 'There is no absoloute truth', now, if there is no absoloute truth, how can that be true?" It was greatly enjoyable to them all when Mini-Blade collapsed. The quintet continued on and crossed the threshold. What did they find? Stay tuned 'till next episode!

((Ack, need to edit and edit time has expired.... Anyway, it is importent to mention that Comet-Blast is female, though I suppose a monkey on a combonation of crack and ectasy could have seen that, oh well.))

Long were the months they had spent training, the Fusion Five. They were composed of teenagers afterall, and so needed to train to the best of their ability before registering as heroes. There was their leader, Night-Falcon (NF), a master martial artist who had issues with midgets (long story), Glory Boy, the steriotypical 8 foot tall freak with Super Strength and Kinetic Immunity (The name had the same effect as "The Boy Named Sue" more on that later).Other members of the group were, Polarity, a stupendously (I've always loved that word, I so rarely get to use it in a sentence, shame really) powerful female telepath, with limited telekinetic power (think Professor X., only with working legs, and breasts ), Morphing Moo-Cow (MC Cow, yes, he is a rapper , or just Prince for short), who had the power to change into animals that varied depending on his mood and what he had for breakfast, unfortunate for the team, as he favored cud), and last, but certainly not least, was Comet-Blaze (CB), an alien who could blast energy. Oh, MANY where the nay-sayers who whined, "They are just carbon-copies of the Teen Titans, they even live in a letter shaped tower! (except of course, it was an F)". They, however prevailed despite this, especailly Glory Boy,because he had to grow up tough like the Boy n(amed Sue!

(What else is to come? Well I'll tell you you anooying little blighters! Next episode, the FF finally register, and shortly after, meet an Archvillain whose SOLE power seems to be obscure refrences and inane statements. Here of course, more of the Boy named Sue banter will come into play, cause Glory Boy had to grow up tough.)



Ok, seriusly, thoughts, opinions, flames? Oh, if you don;t think its that inane yet, just you wait, my friend!