Kyle_Helsing

You know I'm always a fan, dude. Keep up the good work and lets hope the requests start pouring in. Two thumbs way up and all that blah blah blah. Now, let me pull my tongue out your rear and get back to whatever I was doing before. >_>

Helsing sat there looking into space. "Are you still here? Hello?" There was no answer. Helsing grabbed the rim of his glasses and appeared to be ajdusting them. In accuality, he was switching his glasses to UV scan. He saw that what ever was in here before had left. He switched back to standard view and started circling the room knocking on the walls. A loud ringging reverberating through the room. "There we go," he mumbled. He took a few steps back and kicked, putting his wieght into it. The door few off its hinges and hit an unsepecting guard. Helsing walked out and picked up the guard's rifle. "Great, another 'all-in-one' rifle. Doesn't anyone carry a regular pistol anymore?" He walked down the hallway, gun in tow...

Helsing was startled by the voice. "What is your name and how long have you been here?" it asked again. "Why do I need to tell you, you know, if you already have my documents? They are missing from my wallet, along with my 20 bucks. And if you know what is good for you you'd just give up and shoot yourselves, but I doubt you want to make it that easy. So is it gonna tourture, or execution?" Helsing spoke. "Sarcasism will not get you out any quicker, so I suggest you tell us your name and how long you have been here." It said in a solemn tone. "Kyle Helsing, and I have no idea..."

(ooc:Kyle Helsing is a blaster and tanker{two different character with simalar name}. He wears black cargo pants, a blue shirt, a black un-buttoned overshirt, a pair of blue Van's Old Schools, blue circular glasses. He is a caucasion, with blue eyes, brown hair{very untidy}. When he concentrates his powers, he sethes blue flames.)

Helsing awoke, strapped down to a strecher. He was being wheeled along by a War-Wolfe. He closed his eyes, trying to still look unconsious. After a while, he was dumped into a cell. The wolfe was closing the barred door, when Helsing leaped torwards the bars. He grabbed the wolfe's head and repeatedly slammed it into the bars, untill it burst into a crimson cloud. He dropped the corpse and strolled out of his cell, only to be met with a powerfully-delivered rifle but to the jaw.

He awoke a steel walled cell, with no exit. "Well, at least they're trying...."

Helsing sat at thwe bar with his cell phone to his ear and his PDA in his hand. "Mmmhhmm, okay. I'll call him as soon as I can, bye," Helsing said. Galatic Jack, this guy sounds like a sure fire character, Helsing thought as he dialed Jack's number. "Hello, is this Galactic Jack? I'm looking for work. O my name? Kyle Helsing...."

Helsing was sitting in the bar knocking back shots. "Hey buddy, thats yer 25th shot, shouldn't you be, you know, uncounsious?" the bar asked. "O, not at all! I can get inebreated, immunity stuff, long story," he responded. He then noticed the newspaper clipping he put in his pocket. He looked at it and pulled out his cell phone. "Hola, is this Karen? Ok then I'm looking for a job, is there any prerequisests?"

"Hey man, no problem. I got it clear, no more bugging you guys. If you didn't want me around, its cool, could've just said so, but if it takes brute force to make me go, I'll leave. See ya'll later," Helsing said after watching Contacts emotional explosion. He got up and took out his gun. He threw it to Contact, "Hope that makes up fer that one," he said, pointing at the broken gun. He then walked away into the horizon. Man, that was a waste, but it was pretty damn funny, he though as he walked into a bar across town.
occ: its cool man, I'm still learning this rpin stuff, but I'll just observe from now unless I'm needed later in the thread.

Helsing put his headfones back into his pocket. "Well now thats settled, lets get a contract," Helsing said to himself. He walked to the edge of building and leaped off. He landed right in front off the door, scaring guards. One of the guards' guns discharged a slug in Helsing's shoulder. The wound sethed with blue flames as it closed up. "Man that stings! You gotta be more careful," Helsing exclaimed. He took the guard's gun and broke it in half. "Now stick to a handgun and that won't happen again," he told the guard. Noticing the guards were left with faulty weapons, he strolled into the lobby. "Hey, din't think you could get ridda me that easy. So is this where I get one of those contracts?" Helsing asked.

Helsing got up and took off the headphones. He took out his PDA and looked at his new E-mail from Contact. "We reget to inform you you are not what we are looking for," it said. That's it, if he doesn't want me to work fer him, then how bout I bring back the 616th Hunters,. He took out his cell phone and made a call to the Paragon City Supergroup Department. "I would like to make a new Supergroup," he said....

"I see I'm not wanted, so I'll go elsewhere. I'll see you guys later," Helsing said as he waved to the guards. He picked up the chair and put the flask back in his jacket. He walked away and turned the corner.

Then, he leaped high in to the and landed on the scyscraper a window. He began to scale the building and reached the roof. He then leaped onto the roof of the FFS building, and the guards were none the wiser. He put he chair back down and resumed his former state. He then pulled a set of headphones out of his pocket and plugged it into his watch.
Wonder how long it will take Contact to pick up on this? he thought.

A small microfone no larger than a flea started recording the conversation from the lobby of the building.

The snatched the applications out of hands. "Sir we will look over your applications, but if you enter the building, we are told to kill you," the guard said. "Well thats interesting," Helsing said as looked over the guards shoulder at the exchange inside. Great, he still wants me as far away as possible from this building, yet he has a Commie on his property. Maybe Marx was right, he thought. "Well he never said anything about staying outside did he?" Helsing said. He took a fold up chair out of nowhere and sat down, looking in the windows. He took out a small flask of whiskey, took a sip, and raised torwards Contact in window. "Have fun, cause I know I will!" he shouted to him, doubting Contact could hear him through the window, "Tons of fun...."

Helsing found himself chuckling as he walked torwards the FFS building with 3 resumes in his hands. He knew Contact pretty much hated him, but this was the only place that he knew he could apply for a job. He walked to the front door, still chuckling, but he stopped. "I am here to talk with Mr. Contact about a job," he said to the guard. "Contact told us about you Mr. Helsing and you are not allowed in unless Contact says otherwise," he said quite nervously. "Come on, I need to see him, me and my friends need jobs. Hell we'll even be the janitor if it pays," he begged the guard. Let me give him a call I'll and see what I can do," the other guard said. "Thanks man." The guard hit the call button....

"Sorry bout the swearing Lobe. To make it up, let me get a dessert fit for a guy of your build," Helsing said. He was still a litle flustered that someone like Jack thought he had no manners. I don't need more people that I don't like, especially people I have to work with, he thought.

He ran out of the shop and came back with three large boxes. "Three rather large chocolate cakes, on me," he annouced. Hope this gets them off my back for being an a*s, he thought. He openned the first box put the cake on the table. "Don't worry, I brought plates and plastic forks."

ooc I'm really sorry, I really read that one post kinda fast. I'm gonna delete that post and try to start over. I guess I'll stick with Contact being the ally I don't agree with.

I'll try to tone it down a little bit..

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"Deth you are a goddess, but with a demon in ur head. I'm still a little miffed about that, but pizza is good enough for an excuse," Helsing said approaching the pizzas, only to be dissapointed that they were veggie ridden. He went out to the pizza guy's car and asked him if he could buy the pepporoni pizza in the back of the car. "What? Thats for another customer," he said. Helsing flashed two twenties and the guy handed him the pizza. "Thanks," Helsing said.
Cabas was diggin in to one of the pizzas. He had eaten 5 slices that he put on his plate whn he noticed some stares. He had been eating them with his feelers, putting his face into the plate and gobbling them up. "Um, sorry I fogot my manners, I normal use them, but its pizza and I haven't eaten since I got here," Cabas said. "Man you're six-hundred years old and you still eat like ur my age," Helsing said as he finished the large pepperoni pizza by himself. He crumpled the box up as if it were a piece of paper and threw it in the wastebasket. He and Cabas walked outside and let out resounding burps, scaring many passers by. Wonder if Contact heard that one, he thought. They walked back in, and many of the heroes were staring. "What? What is it? Why are you staring? Is it Cabas? I thought we had gotten over this? What?!"

"Sheesh wats wit him," Helsing said as Contact flew off. That dude needs to get the badger out his a*s, he thought. "Guess not alot poeple like you?" Cabas asked him. "Hows that any different than LA?" Helsing responded. The two laughted while the others looked at them with hint of confusion. "Well so is that it? Anyone else?" he asked the crowd.

ooc:these little insults aren't personal, just a little bit of my char's fustraded side. He really is a nice guy, if ur not pissy with him.

"You wanna know what these are for?" Cabas said to Lyle, as he pointed to his mouth. "What?" the old man replied. "I use it to rip the faces off of the cursed and anyone who gets in my way," Cabas said in a threating manner. Lyle looked uneasy. Cabas picked up a glass of vodka from the table and grab it with his feelers and tipped it back. He gave out a large gulping noise and threw the glass back into hand. He closed his mouth and put his mask on again.

"Well, lets get going man," Helsing said. Just beat up a few Outcasts, easy, but finding Carrie is gonna be hard, but then again, he thought. "Anyone wanna come with us?" he asked the group, holding the door open...

ooc: I've got a new character comin in
Helsing had been in his apartment only ten minutes before emerging out into the streets again. He had discovered so many things in this dimension(even if he had been here for about 5 days), but this was absolutly astonishing. This could be the key to returning to his home, but find out how this had happened. Not only that, but he had found a few new "friends". He did find he and Barkansis weren't the only ones through the portal, but two more have come through and he found one. Life was good, for the moment.

He walked back to the shop with some new found enthusiasm. He entered the shop seeing what had happened as he was out. Looked as if nothing was new, 'cept the guy who Helsing walked in with. "Who the hell is that?" one of the heroes asked. "This is my good friend and mentor, Cabas," Helsing said as he pointed to the new face.

He was ludicrisly tall, he wore a red, long sleeve shirt with the right sleeve ripped off, revealing a disturbing deformity. He had a blackened, bone thin arm; yet, still as long as the other arm. He had cloth drapped around his mouth.

"Hello everyone, don't worry about introductions, Kyle told who u are," Cabas said, in a very deep, distorted voice. "Whats with the cloth? You a ninja or something?" one of the heroes said, jokingly. Then Cabas removed the cloth, revealing a regular mouth, but with a triangle shaped hole in his lower lip. Then he opened his mouth and showcased another strange feature. Out of his mouth came four strange proboscis, each with a large, sharp tooth. They were connected with pieces of flesh, like the webbing between your fingers, to each other. The bottom two had a row of smaller, sharp teeth. When it was fully out, his mouth kinda looked like the Predator's. Many of the group showed their surpise and uneasy-ness, while most were unaffected by the appearance. He tucked them back in and said, "Any more questions? No? Well this means I'll be hanging around with you guys."

ooc: oops lol I didn't mean to do that

Calls up Sly's cell number, not the 1-800 #
"Sly, u are a complete.....

GENIUS!"

(even if no self-respected woman would ever call that number )

PS-/emote slap Sly.

Kyle stood around in the shop looking around at the antiques. He hadn't even noticed the new comer. He turned around to ask a question, but was suprised to the new man. He did catch a few words in his ear ,though, before he had turned around. "Name's Helsing, Kyle Helsing. I am a.. um nevermind about that. I'm kinda just tagging along with them, killing things, and creating trouble," Helsing said. He looked back at the case that held a few antiques. He looked at a case that held some archaic weapons.
He looked at a sword that had some strange markings on it. He looked at it a little closer. "Rebecca, where did get this?" he asked. She walked over and said, "Oh that old thing. We've had that since a little while after we opened this shop. It hasn't sold yet because of those cracks init." "Well, I understand it, I've seen this language over a million times," he said. "How could you possibly know what that means?!" Kate exclaimed. "Simple, my great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather, John Helsing II made this up. Old family secret. What confuses me, though, is how it got here. I'l give you 100 bucks for it. Take it or leave it, plus its mine anyways. I would just take it, but it just wouldn't feel right not paying you for it," Helsing said. "You expect me to believe that? How do I know you just wanna an old sword," she half spoke/half laughed. Helsing sighed and reached in to his pocket, showing a neclace with a strange looking symbol on it. He then pointed to a part of the sword. It had the same symbol inscibed in it. "It's the family crest," he said, and pulled $100, in cash, out of his pocket and offered it. She took the money and handed him the sword. "I think you sold it."
He opened the door and said to the group, "I'll catch you guys later, gotta head to my apartment. I just gotta check a few things out." Rebecca opened the register and deposited the cash, "Finally got rid of that thing," she muttered to herself.

OOC:My character is an emotional, pissed off, don't take crap from nobody, and sometimes psychotic person. He is known too find ways to get around the profanity filter, so I kinda get tounge lashed sometimes, so I'll just call 'em a c ockbite and I'm off. My only prob is get people to differentiate between my char talkin to them and when he is insultin an npc baddie. So don't sweat it man, play how u wanna play.

"You know what, I think u and me are get along just fine," Helsing said, extending a hand to Lyle. They shook hands and he spoke up again, pulling a Zippo out of his pocket, "Just tell me if u need a light." He flicked the lighter open and snapped his fingers close to it, igniting the thing. "I'll keep it in mind," Lyle said as they began to walk.

"I don't want to explain my work or "powers" to you or any other person who doubts my methods or my knowlege, but all u need to know is that I was born to hunt the Cursed, a race only indigenous to my dimension, which includes a specsil breed of vampires, werewolves, demons and any other monsters commonly ascosiated with American cinema. That "flame" is not a flame at all, but physical representation of the energy that allows me to kill or harm any Cursed as if it was a human. So if u want to squable about wat I say in reference to job, go ahead, but that won't let u get anything done. So if u don't mind, lets just get home, OKAY?" Helsing said to Ivory,"Will let you know one thing, I am out of my element. I don't use this rifle at all in my daily life, but I prefer my custom revolvers, my shotgun, and my good ol' G-11, not this bulky, unrefined piece of trash. All-in-one's usually break after a few stress tests. So why don't we leave this arguement for when its subject is of relevence and just go home?"