Mr_Grey

((It's fine. Kip feesl better it turned out he had to clean up his own mess :P Though he would've preferred making two particular Malta Agents do it, but he doesn't know who the Hell they were, so he'll have to chalk it up as a loss.))

Lord Diov: 22
Khellendrosiic: 24
Hallucinogen: 20
Essex: 25
Prodiguy: 22
The Soviet: 23
Lazarus: CRY MOAR'D
Devious Me: 21
Burning Brawler: 20
Arashi: 19
Halo Inc: PAIN TRAIN'D ( But +2 Awesome)
Billy Boy: 15
Leo Gunner: ARROW'D
Pheonyx: 20
Mithril Zeta: 20
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 21
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Mr Grey: 20
Ozell One: 21

Healed Hallucinogen.

Hurt Pheonyx.

"What the Hell?"

Kip stared down at the boxes and splattered slices. It looked like somebody had been picking through them.

"I guess they weren't a total loss, then," Kip shrugged, and knelt down to set to work, "Damn cheese... Stuck to the asphalt... Man... Why did so many slices fall facedown!?"

He started shovelling the pizza slices into a box. The other boxes he just mashed together. A few minutes later, he had just about all he could clean up done with. After tossing the refuse into a nearby dumpster, he headed to the SPC building's front door and hit the buzzer.

"Hello! Hello? Is anybody there? I had to use your dumpster!"

Kipland and Nester arrived in the Grey's Army base with Irish punk rock blaring loudly. Shrugging to each other, they joined their friends. Kip let them know about how his day went (or tried to, the msuic was quite loud), and Nester watched a game of beer pong between the teams of Draven and Slater and the Kingdale Ref and Psycho13 (still afternoon, and here they go...).

Cedric pointed his friend to the pizza boxes and Kip dug himself a slice. Staring at it, he realized something.

"Oh man! I left those pizzas on the street!"

"So?" Matt McGinty skewered himself a slice with his sword, "It'll be fine, there's a shortage of things for inmates to do when put to work by the city..."

"Regardless..." Kip started munching on the slice he had taken, "I'm gonna have to go back... It's just something that has to be done, you know? My mess, my responsibility and all that..."

"But you said Malta guys were shooting at you!" Nester shouted to him.

"Well, I can handle it, now," Kip made it to the base portal, "At least I don't have to key anything in... I'll be right back!"

"Is that a promise?" Cedric asked with a grin.

"Hell no. You can never promise anything in this crazy city! Look what happened when I promised you guys pizza!"

"But we got..." Cedric stopped, "Alright... I get what you mean. Good luck man. Hopefully, we see you later."

"If not, I'll see you tomorrow."

With that, he was on his way back to the SPC building...

Lord Diov: 21
Khellendrosiic: 23
Hallucinogen: 20
Essex: 25
Prodiguy: 20
The Soviet: 23
Lazarus: CRY MOAR'D
Devious Me: 21
Burning Brawler: 20
Arashi: 20
Halo Inc: PAIN TRAIN'D ( But +2 Awesome)
Billy Boy: 16
Leo Gunner: ARROW'D
Pheonyx: 21
Mithril Zeta: 20
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 22
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Mr Grey: 20
Ozell One: 21

Healed Burning to 20.

Hurt Mithril to 20.

Let the good times roll.

I've got a thread dedicated to the longer version of my characters' bios. It's written as if it were told from the point fo view a Freedom Corps' clerk. I'll try to get my characters' in-game ones out here, though.

The problem, though, is I usually change their bios every ten levels or so (or if I've made a major change like a Respec trial or have reconsidered the character's role from their in-game behavior).

((<original comment here deleted, for reasons mentioned above> My bad...))

((This is, indeed, an excellent story.))

Blasted into the distance, Dross bounced off the ground three quarters of a mile away from the Rok and skidded to a stop two hundred feet later. His metal "skin" hadn't quite been damaged, but his internal workings were quite jarred. He inspected the broken bits, they seemed to be the parts built from the extra materials he had gathered from the Orkish weaponry. Substandard materials after all, though the Orkish armor seemed quite rugged.

He couldn't believe that what seemed to be the leader of these weird, ugly green humanoids would order its own soldiers and ship to fire on his own troops. That meant they either had nearly limitless numbers (which was a disturbing thought in its own right), or they just simply didn't care how many of them died.

Dross stood and scanned the location around him. The stone here seemed to be off color to the rest of the region... It was exceptionally slight, the kind of change that was normally caused by sunlight... but the region was under such a thick cloud of dust, that was impossible.

Scanning closer, Dross saw tiny nanites, roaming haphazardly. Their central consciousness had been severed, and they were struggling to find some form of purpose before their software corrupted and they simply died. His processor buzzed slightly.

"I might be compatible with this..."

((Edit: Read Soviet's post again. Noticed the "angelic" one. Still, Dross didn't know the new guy wasn't one of the Orks (didn't get a good enough look, just a sonar rating that said someone was there). Also, fixed the misspelling of "purpose."))

((I gotta wait for breakfast to finish and somebody comes back to my cell. That doesn't necessarily mean that it has to be a player character, but I have to wait for breakfast to end.))

LR: "Bring me Wolverine's head on a plate."

Captain Mako: "Who the Hell is that?"

LR: "..."

Mako: "Well!?"

LR: "What'd I say?"

Mako: "You said Wolverine. Who is that?"

LR: "Naw... No way, man, naw! I didn't say Wolverine. I said... Cyclops... Dammit!"

Mako: "Ghosty... I think it's time I learned how to do brain surgery. I suggest I start with him."

GW: "Agreed."

Time to get the next ball rolling, I guess...

Lord Diov: 21
Khellendrosiic: 23
Hallucinogen: 22
Essex: 25
Prodiguy: 20
The Soviet: 24
Lazarus: CRY MOAR'D
Devious Me: 22
Burning Brawler: 19
Arashi: 20
Halo Inc: PAIN TRAIN'D ( But +2 Awesome)
Billy Boy: 14
Leo Gunner: ARROW'D
Pheonyx: 21
Mithral Zeta: 20
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 22
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Mr Grey: 19
Ozell One: 21

BANG! Billy- No Soviet! Ha!

Healed Billy. I'm a sucker for the lost causes.

((I figured since it was taking so long, we basically finished that part of the story. Want me to take it down?))

Their momentary allies long-gone, the cops placated and departed, Nester and Kipland Durj made their way to Cedric's party.

"I don't get why you didn't just head there in the first place, man," Nester quipped, "You'd have saved yourself a lot of grief. Then I would have been sent to get the pizza, offered a couple slices to some overly-aggressive hero-types, and been shot with a sniper rifle."

"In all fairness," Kip smirked, "you'd have ducked for cover."

"Yeah, I've been meaning to talk to you about your near-suicidal plans of attack lately..."

"Trust me, I'm fine."

"You seem down in the dumps..."

"I don't know Nester," Kip kicked a random stone in his path, "It's just... This holiday always makes me think about... her..."

"Ah," Nester gripped his brother's shoulder and nodded, "Well... You're not the only one who lost someone. You've gotta stop living in the past... But only do it when you feel it's time to look forward."

"I think I'm getting there," Kip agreed, "I think I'm getting there."

Lord Diov: 21
Khellendrosiic: 23
Hallucinogen: 20
Essex: 25
Prodiguy: 20
The Soviet: 25
Lazarus: CRY MOAR'D
Devious Me: 22
Burning Brawler: 18
Arashi: 20
Halo Inc: 2
Billy Boy: 15
Leo Gunner: ARROW'D
Pheonyx: 20
Mithral Zeta: 20
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 23
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Mr Grey: 18
Ozell One: 21

Healed Devious.

Swallowed my pride and put a bullet in Halo Inc. Sorry, oh heavenly organization, but it seems your end is near.

Kip stared incredulously at Matt and Cory. Not only had they recovered a set of disturbing artifacts from the Skulls, but they had also put down a would-be super villain and Matt had just helped take down some Malta operatives earlier in the morning. Now, they were having a meditation session in the far corner. Matt, however, didn’t take too well to meditation. So, when Kip arrived, he took the opportunity to inform their acting General about the events of teh day.

“I’d heard about the helicopter...” he shook his head as he braced himself against the main table, “I never realized you would keep going after that...”

“Pft...” Matt smirked, “I handle multiple cases every day. My life’s a Hell of a rolelr coaster ride.”

“Among our junior members, Matt is by far one of our best,” Cory added amusedly, “I wish he’d take to other studies as well...”

“Cory’s getting on me about improving my magic training.”

Kip cocked his head to the side with a silent question written clearly on his face.

“I’m registered as a magic hero. My katana has a minor enchantment, it never dulls, never breaks. I... I also used specialized war paints when I was first starting up... Stuff my master gave me as a gift when I graduated from high school. It gave me a boost to my reflexes, but now it seems to have left an imprint on me.”

“I’ve been trying to train Mattock for the past few weeks to harness the mystic imprint before it leaves him,” Cory continued, “If he can learn this, he should be able to gain much power from such a tiny spark.”

“You sound like Kim sometimes,” Matt chuckled.

Kip was still rolling the week’s events in his head. It seemed that as soon as Randy left for his vacation, things just went from bad to worse. The Nemesis gas plant where he ran into the Vindicators, the attempt on Statesman’s life, and then there was even the random craziness of just getting from place to place.

Kip was rubbing his eyes as the phone rang. Cory got Matt to assume a meditative stance as he answered and took the phone into the workshop.

“Hello?”

“Yes, I’m looking for Kipland Durj.”

Ms. Liberty?

“That’s me.”

“Yes... um....” she sounded distressed, “I’m...”

“I know who you are,” Kip rolled his eyes, “Your face is on every other commercial talking about how we should be vigilant. I would think I know your voice by now.”

“Right...”

“I hear you ran into my double today.”

“Well... That’s what I’m calling about... I need to know if... If it’s safe to have him around.”

“Hell, you could’ve checked the Freedom Corps records for that,” Kip half-spoke, half-whispered, he didn’t want to interrupt Cory and matt, “Cobalt’s been registered as sharing my tags for a couple months now.”

“I had to hear it from you...”

“Alright. He’s a fine example of heroism in the city. Is that good enough?”

“This is serious!”

She was starting to sound annoyed.

“I am being serious. I’m as serious as anybody else could be! You’re asking me about a guy who lost his whole family to Tyrant’s onslaught. A guy who later joined one of the many resistance groups of his dimension, one that happens to mirror our Malta Group, and has been helping wage a guerrilla war against the Praetorians ever since. You’re asking me about the integrity of a man who single-handedly wiped out an Arachnos unit, twenty-to-one, and willingly surrendered to Longbow forces were tipped to the incursion by my General. Finally, you’re asking me about the integrity of a man I consider to be my brother because he has stood by me, my family and my friends through the thick and thin our little super group has been through since we started this mad little experiment! Now... I know about your misgivings about the denizens of Praetorian Earth. I know you have serious issues you’d like to hammer out with your double, and as I understand it, you’d prefer to be the one with the hammer. But that’s no reason for you to be going nuts over everybody else’s.”

Kip immediately felt bad. He didn’t know the reason why he had gotten so defensive about this. Several times, he could hear the legendary heroine on the other end of the line try to interrupt him and correct what she had asked, but he never gave her a chance. Now that the moment was done and his emotions were drained, he could only hear silence.

“Very well, then,” Ms. liberty finally said, “I accept your estimation.”

“Uh...” Kip never got to say more as she hung up her phone.

“I’m sorry...”

“Are you okay?” Cory was at the entrance to the workshop.

“No... I...” Kipland turned off the phone and rubbed the bridge of his nose, “These past two weeks have been taxing. It doesn’t help that we seem to be the flavors of the month for all of the top dogs.”

“That’s more related to chance than desire,” Cory shrugged, “Neither they desired to have any involvement with us, nor obviously us with them. They’ve got their own problems to deal with, we have ours. For a brief moment in time, those problems overlapped and we met some of the people who help make this city great.”

“Cory...” Kip held up his hand before the wizard could say anymore, “That’s not helping.”

“Well, I could have told you it was fate that we’d meet them, but that’s never reassuring.”

“Cripes... That’s not what I... Look... We’ve got a couple more days before Randy and Char get back. Then, a couple days after that and it’s Valentine’s Day. Then, the whole damn town goes bat-turd-crazy for a day, even a few weeks, then some more bad news comes down the pipe.”

“You seem a tad more cynical than normal,” Matt said as he passed by on his way to the teleporter room, “Everything alright?”

Kip shook his head.

“I’m just tired.”

Matt shrugged and headed out. Cory gave their boss a reassuring pat on the shoulder and headed back to his corner of the oversight center. As he settled into a lotus position, Cedric arrived in the entrance portal.

“Guys!” he shouted as he burst into the workshop with a big box under his arm, “I got a great deal on Valentine’s decorations from a store I helped rescue from Freaks!”

“What’re you gonna do with that?” Kip asked as the tanker dropped the box on the worktable and ripped it open.

“Whaddaya think!?” Cedric laughed as he pulled out a noise maker, “I’m throwin’ a party!”

He then enthusiastically tooted the noisemaker. In the oversight center, they could hear Cory curse as his concentration was broken again.

“Find your inner peace, man!” Cedric called to him.
----

Saturday, Roland got back with Sheldon. Dropping the inventor off at the city hall base portal so he could do a quick check-up on his mutant gerbil, Roland swung by Steel Canyon to ask Nester for help. His childhood best friend agreed readily and before long they were outside his apartment with boxes of stuff.

“It’s good to see you’re moving out here for a while,” Nester said as Roland unlocked the door, “I hope things go easier for ya, now.”

“Yeah,” Roland got the door unlocked, opened the door and looked inside for a second.

“Hm...”

“What?” Nester hoisted up his share of the boxes, “What’s going on?”

Roland shrugged, lifted his boxes and walked in. Nester followed and stopped at the doorway just like his friend did. Only he did it with a stupid look o his face.

There, laying on the couch, was a thin blonde girl.

Granted, she was fully dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, and her torso was curled up in an afghan blanket. Roland acted like it was an everyday occurrence. Nester followed his rotund friend around behind the couch to the kitchen.

“There’s fine.”

As Nester set the boxes down, Jessica woke up, startled, and let out a yelp. Roland laughed and introduced the two.

“Nester, this is that heroine I told you about. Meet Jessica Starburst.”

Nester’s reaction was instantaneous. He restrained a laugh and looked to his friend.

“Can I? Please?”

“Can he what?” Jessica asked with a hint of trepidation.

“Go ahead...” Roland palmed his face and grimaced a smile.

“Are you lemon flavored?” Nester asked.

Jessica just stared at him angrily.

“Oh, come on! You had to know somebody was going to ask!”

She shook her head at him. Frowning, she wrapped the blanket back around herself and curled back up on the couch.

“Good names are getting harder to come by,” Roland laughed as he opened a box and started pulling out plates, “So, Jess... How’d you get into my apartment while I was gone?”

“Why are you in his apartment while he’s gone?” Nester asked as well.

“Well, as per your question, Roly-poly, I asked the super really, really nicely... And as for your question... Um...”

“Oh yeah,” the Grey’s Army medic extended his hand to Jessica, “Nester Durj.”

“Nester... Durj?”

“Yeah.”

“Well...” she looked really confused for a second, but eventually came up with an answer, “I really, really like this couch. It’s so soft.”

“I see...”

Roland ordered a pizza and they spent the evening playing video games and chatting about the next week. She expected Roland to be a little bothered when she said she had plans for Valentine’s Day, but he just shrugged.

“You’re not bothered?”

“Nah,” Roland waved off her concerns, “Dad says this city goes nuts for Valentine’s Day, and I figured most heroes would be headed for the party DJ Zero holds over in his club.”

“Well... There’s other stuff, too.”

“Still, I’ve been gone a week, so I figured if you were gonna have plans, you’d have ‘em set by now.”

“You’re a good friend, Roly.”

“Who the Hell is Roly?” Nester shouted from the other side of the couch, “I thought we call you Round.”

“He’s right,” Round’s face was set to reflect his quiet humor, “This is new. What’s with the nickname?”

“I don’t know... It made me giggle when I thought of it.”

“Right... Don’t ever call me that again.”

“Aw,” Nester paused the game and turned to his friend, “That’s not nice.”

“Yeah,” Jessica pouted, “Roland... Roland? Roly-poly?”

“No...” Roland’s false stone face broke too quickly, “D’oh, okay. It’s cute.”

“Aw, Roly-poly,” Nester laughed moments before his friend rocked a fist into his shoulder, “AH! You mushed my muscle!”

“I can’t crush what you don’t have. Now! Let’s game!”

“Oh yeah, this is gonna be easy for you! You just went and made my whole left arm numb...”

Jessica smiled and shook her head at them. What a couple of nutty guys.

Lord Diov: 21
Khellendrosiic: 23
Hallucinogen: 20
Essex: 25
Prodiguy: 20
The Soviet: 21
Lazarus: CRY MOAR'D
Devious Me: 21
Burning Brawler: 18
Arashi: 20
Halo Inc: 7
Billy Boy: 15
Leo Gunner: ARROW'D
Pheonyx: 21
Mithral Zeta: 20
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 22
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Mr Grey: 18
Ozell One: 21

Shot Soviet.

Healed Essex.

What?

Lord Diov: 21
Khellendrosiic: 23
Hallucinogen: 20
Essex: 24
Prodiguy: 20
The Soviet: 21
Lazarus: CRY MOAR'D
Devious Me: 21
Burning Brawler: 17
Arashi: 19
Halo Inc: 12
Billy Boy: 15
Leo Gunner: ARROW'D
Pheonyx: 21
Mithral Zeta: 20
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 21
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Mr Grey: 18
Ozell One: 20

Healed Halo. Looked like he/she/it needed it.

Shot Ozell. Random.

Cedric Grey's favorite weapon is his Praetorian's Axe. Why his Praetorian's Axe? Because Cedric the Gray's soul (that is, the soul of the Praetorian) is trapped inside the axe, and he seems to feel pain whenever the blade hits something. However, the axe never suffers damage. Cedric doesn't knwo the reason for this, but he doesn't really care.

Incidentally, Cedric the Gray's soul wound up inside the axe because he decided (wrongly so) to duel Battle Maiden. Needless to say, it ended poorly for him, and she executed him with his own axe. At the time, it was little more than a SOul Drinker type cursed weapon. When it absorbed the full brunt of Cedric the Gray's magically charged being (Cedric uses natural training and technology to improve himself; Cedric the Gray used sorcery, especially to combat the effects of the SOul Drinker axe), it lost it's Soul Drinker capabilities (too much magic rolled into one enchanted object, plus, it was finally full *burp*).

Cedric got the weapon when he sucker punched a Warrior on his way through Atlas Park on the way to the Hollows. The curse on the weapon was determined by MAGI to be too light to be a major threat (a mild drain on the hero's energy levels... at first...) and Cedric found himself with a weapon and a calling ("I'm an invulnerable tanker with an axe! Whoo!"). It's believed that the axe may have been left behind when Battle Maiden was driven from this plane by another of Paragon's heroes.

When the weapon's true nature was discovered, Cedric was relieved of it briefly so MAGI could determine a way to safely remove Cedric the Gray's soul. However, during an emergency, Cedric Grey wound up destroying his replacement axe, and no other suitable weapon could be found. Cedric now resumes wielding the weapon his opposite's soul is trapped in. Cedric the Gray attempts to dominate the hero's mind, but Cedric knows he's there now. The chances of him being overwhelmed are slim to nil.

I just sent one. The same one that you'll find at the end of my "Grey's Army" thread...

I was a little surprised I had just under 1400 words.

“I don’t get this,” Matt muttered to himself, “I haven’t dealt with the Skulls since I was security level 15. There’s plenty enough heroes out there that can deal with this, why am I doing a recovery mission?”

“Because, my apprentice,” Cory replied through the Aether, “Azuria asked us to handle it.”

“She only asked us because she met us again recently,” Matt grumbled again, “And how do you do that? And when did I become your apprentice?”

All he got in response was a whispery chuckle.

The abandoned office building was deathly quiet. Matt tiptoed quietly through the hallways, sword drawn and set defensively. He had no clue as to what to expect, but from what eh remembered about the Skulls, they should have been a lot louder than this.

“Cory... How are things from your position?”

Cory, across the street and looking through a second story window, sipped his tea casually. He didn’t know how to tell Matt that this was the strangest building he’d ever seen, especially for the Skulls. It looked to be a massive block of obsidian, but it had a swirl pattern that flowed and warped constantly. Sometimes, the actual building came back into view, other times, it got darker.

However, the warlock was an honest sort.

“It’s bad, Mattock...”

“Finally got my name right, huh?”

“Yes... Matt... The building is a complete blank to me. There’s something inside, maybe one of the artifacts we were sent to acquire, blocking all scrying attempts...”

“Great...”

Matt continued his stealthy investigation. The fact that he wasn’t running into any guards was unnerving. The first and second floors were both completely barren. This third was shaping up similarly.

Then he heard it. A gunshot. It came from upstairs and Matt scrambled like mad for the elevator. There still weren’t any guards between him and the lift, and upon exiting, he saw why.

Dead bodies littered the floor. It looked like they had all been shooting and fighting for their lives, but nobody was riddled with bullets. All of them, every dead body, had been slashed with some type of blade. Whatever happened, somebody was in there with him and whatever Skull survivors were left.

A shuffling at the corner caught his attention. Bringing the blade back up defensively, he started approaching the corner as cautiously as he went through the first couple floors. A black jacketed Skull leader lurched into view.

“All dead...” his voice sounded almost hollow, “That monster... killed them all...”

“Come here!” Matt hissed, “Get over here!”

The Skull, a Bone Daddy by the looks of it, grabbed the back of his own head and chin.

“I will not feed him...”

“No!”

There was no sickening crunch, however. A thin blade protruded slowly from the Skull leader’s chest. The body twitched and convulsed violently for a few seconds, then fell limp. He slid easily from the blade held by a longhaired, dark eyed freak in a trench coat decorated with faux skulls on its shoulders.

“Ah, a hero,” the lunatic chuckled, “And a fellow ninja sword wielder...”

“This here’s a katana,” Matt replied, “Not a ‘ninja sword,’ whatever that means...”

“Still...” the figure held up his clean blade and admired it with a disturbing affection, “The similarities are almost uncanny, don’t you think?”

“There’s nothing uncanny about a poor imitation.”

“Funny... the sword seems to disagree!”

The murderer lunged at Matt. The Grey’s Army scrapper sighed as he set a stance for himself and deftly caught the blade with his own. The other brought his blade back inexpertly to swing it again and Matt caught him in the gut with a swift kick. Coughing, the murderer backed away, stumbled over a body, turned, and bolted away. Matt started chasing after him.

When he rounded the corner, however, he found that his perpetrator had disappeared.

“[censored]! CORY! I think I’m dealing with a stalker!”

“A stalker?” Simmons was strolling across the street and cracking his knuckles, “I’m on my way...”

Finding himself in a wide chamber with a few staircases that led up to offices that overlooked the floor, Matt set his blade defensively and moved for the wall. With his heel against it, he glared into his closest vicinity and edged around the room. Around him, he could hear a chuckling. Up by the nearest elevated office, over next to the corner he just rounded, even across the room. Matt didn’t know where the suspect was, and the sick little weasel wasn’t going to make it any easier.

So, Matt decided to make it easier.

“I remember when I was a kid...” he said to the air, “Playing hide-and-seek...”

“What?” Cory asked through the Aether, “Matt? What are you doing?”

“There was this one kid... When he caught ya’, he beat the living Hell outta ya’.”

He listened carefully. Nothing. No steps, no breathing... He had to get this right, he had to keep talking...”

“So... One night... Yeah, you wanna play good hide-and-seek, you play at night, when you can hide just laying on the ground if you’re good... Anyway, I see him headed my way... He’s creeping closer and closer, and I can hear my pulse getting louder and louder in my ears...”

The assassin stepped slowly and gingerly toward the scrapper. One stab, and the hero would fall. Sikk would gain a ridiculous amount of power, and he would go on a killing spree across the city... He would feed on the souls of his victims, and nothing would stop him. He just couldn’t figure out why the hero kept rambling on...

“So... With him not ten steps away... I came to a decision...” Matt paused for a second and turned to his right.

You fool! Sikk laughed to himself, I’ll strike you down, now! He raised the blade over his head and prepared to chop through Matt’s neck.

“I decided,” Matt maneuvered his feet slightly and brought the blade vertical next to his right shoulder, “To beat the living hell out of him.”

The assassin’s blade made a swooshing sound as it was brought down. Matt sidestepped and whirled around, swinging his own blade in a tight arc. His katana made a deep gash in the perpetrator’s shoulder, causing Sikk to drop his weapon with a loud, unflattering scream. When he gripped the wound with his other hand, McGinty put a nick into his forearm, eliciting another nails-on-chalkboard scream. Satisfied, Matt jumped, spun in the air, and delivered a savage driving roundhouse kick to Sikk’s gut, putting him through the cheap plaster wall.

"Since that day, Cedric and I have been best friends."

Glaring at the criminal, Matt placed the tip of his blade next to his opponent’s weapon. Cory arrived and cursed.

“Mattock, step away from that device!”

“Why?” Matt stepped forward and hoisted up the quivering goth reject by the collar, “Never mind. You know about these things. You, on the other hand, have no idea what you were dealing with! You’re going away, kid... And they don’t put you in juvie or ‘A’ Block down at the Zig for the stunt you just pulled! You’re gonna find yourself rotting away in the Zig’s special “Super” Block, the place where they put sick, twisted, and especially super-powered individuals like you, strip ‘em of their powers, and laugh at the results! You’re gonna wind up hating life, kid.”

“Sick...” the assassin quivered out, “They called me sick...”

“I can’t imagine why!”

“I think that was the moniker he chose to use,” Cory intoned as he lifted the stalker’s blade, now coated in ice, “We better get moving. I have an enchantment on this so the ice won’t melt. It won’t last more than an hour... I’ll look around for any other artifacts.”

Matt took the ice-coated blade and nodded, then, with a strong grip on Sikk’s left upper arm, he dragged the would-be super villain outside. Cory found a black, leather bound book, a pair of human skin gloves, and a black crystal skull. Encasing all of the artifacts in ice, he joined his friend outside and turned their findings over to the waiting police.

It was just another case of the daily insanity in Paragon City. It just went to show that it was always a good thing that there were heroes available to help put it down.

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GW: You know why I'm the most popluar member of Arachnos? I'm a sexy Russian spy who has a chic goth look. If Ms. Liberty were the same she'd be popular too, da?

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If this were the case, I don't think any male players would leave Atlas Park.

Lord Diov: 21
Khellendrosiic: 23
Hallucinogen: 20
Essex: 23
Prodiguy: 19
The Soviet: 22
Lazarus: CRY MOAR'D
Devious Me: 21
Burning Brawler: 17
Arashi: 19
Halo Inc: 12
Billy Boy: 17
Leo Gunner: ARROW'D
Pheonyx: 21
Mithral Zeta: 20
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 19
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Mr Grey: 18
Ozell One: 21

A heal for Halo...

And a solid shot of PAIN for... Uh... Dang... I had a lot more emotion going into that one and realized I didn't have a target in mind...

POW! Moiread.

Sorry... That's a randomizer for ya...

...

argh.

Lord Diov: 21
Khellendrosiic: 23
Hallucinogen: 20
Essex: 24
Prodiguy: 19
The Soviet: 22
Lazarus: CRY MOAR'D
Devious Me: 21
Burning Brawler: 17
Arashi: 19
Halo Inc: 10
Billy Boy: 17
Leo Gunner: ARROW'D
Pheonyx: 20
Mithral Zeta: 20
Cowman: TROLL'D
Moiread Scott: 20
Seikon: MENTAL BLAST HEAD EXPLODE'D
Coldfire Kaiser: HEAD SHOTT'D
Mr Grey: 19
Ozell One: 21

Hurt Burning. This time with feeling.

Healed Zeta.