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"That's one thing going for me," Blake said as he jogged along, keeping a wary eye out for any villains. Through the smoke he saw the pole of a street sign, and glancing up as he passed, recognized the street. "There should be an alley up on the right. We have to go through it and hop a fence. Cuts down on the big U-turn that we'd have to do," he said, glancing along the sides of buildings until he saw it. "Here it is. Come on," he said, every step he took reminding him he was getting closer to home.

Unfortunately for him, those steps would have to wait, for trying to pick a lock into the store's door that helped shape the alley was a group of six Skulls, obviously intent on filling their pockets with loot. If they survived the gas, that was. But right now, they had bigger problems than gas.

Blake stopped short in the alley-way. The Skulls noticed the two and stopped what they were doing. As much as he would rather fly over them, he had made a promise. You never knew how much a broken word would come back to haunt you.

"Let's hurry it up then," Blake said quickly, his hands already ignited with the orange glow of fire. A big ball of the flame soared towards the Skull that was picking the lock. It exploded on impact, sending deadly flames in every direction. The lock-pick in question got sent flying back farther than the rest, slamming into the tall wooden fence that Blake had mentioned. "Get the capes!" shouted one of them that was getting up off the ground.

"Nothing like a good day at the beach, right Squid?"

The man saying this was sitting in a beach chair at one of the finer Talos Island beaches, his bare feet dug into the sand comfortably. He had short hair that was suprisingly purple, a pair of cheap black sunglasses, and a camo pair of purple and black swimming trunks. He smiled as he watched four girls in bikinis playing two-on-two volleyball, many various, not mentionable thoughts swimming in his head.

"How many times have I told you not to call me Squid?" the voice answered inside his head.

"Not enough, Squid, not enough," the man said physically, although somewhat softly.

" I thought Humans only mated for the continuation of the species? The thoughts running around wild in your head are very contrary to that fact."

"Who told you that was a fact? I'm telling you right now that I ain't ready to be a daddy. That's a dang fact."

"Well, our species actually-"

"Don't want to hear about Khledian mating rituals, Squid. All I want to do is work on my tan and watch the pretty ladies jump around in the sand."

"Really? Your thoughts say that's not all you want to do."

"You have much to learn, Squid, my young padawan."

"Padawan? Is that some sort of baby animal species on this planet?"

The man sighed, about to answer, when the Krill Killer made his arrival, scaring most people on the beach to run away, including this man's subjects of interest.

"I hate to see you leave, but I love to see you go."

"Another contradictory statement! Your species isn't very high in the intelligence department, is it?"

"You didn't have a Kheldian mate, did you?"

"No, but-"

"Swish!" the man said, making a basket-ball shooting motion with his hands. By now, while talking, they had noticed the whale and all of it's attackers, including a bug and a robot. "Do you think we should help?"

"Well, it would be helpful to the city, and as a hero your job is-

"Do you think we should help?"

"No. All this 'beach-going' has made me slightly tired, although there was no physical activity, from either you or me. It has me slightly puzzled."

"You're starting to get lazy, Squid."

"For the final time-"

"It won't be the final time, Squid. Not. Even. Close."

But the man sat where he was, watching the group attack the psychic whale. He would take action if things started going down-hill, but as for now, all it was was another crazy giant-monster that got killed by the hundreds of millions heroes running around Paragon.

Detective Big (Ice/Mind Blaster): 43-50
Arcane Shade (Warshade): 1-23

Yes, I did do some farming, more-so with Shade than Big, and I don't regret it at all, as it was done with friends and SG-mates, so I got to talk and have fun. There was one mission that we did that was technically a farm, but there were giant groups and we had epic fun team-wiping

They graveyard was empty, as usual. Well, almost. There was one boy there, a teenager by the looks of it, standing by a grave, his arms crossed. He had shaggy black hair that hit his shoulders, a red hoodie and a pair of jeans. Just some normal street-punk, and in the Row, he was more than likely part of a gang.

Blake stood in front of the grave, reading the words slowly, seeming to digest them, although there weren't that many. It simply read "Marco". He remembered the day silently, then moved for the first time in a good half-hour. He knelt down next to the grave and was about to put something down when a large explosion boomed behind him from a nearby garbage pile.

He swore loudly, getting up quickly and looking around, his eyes wide and alert. Seeing green gas float up from the dumpster, he put his hood on and wrapped it around his mouth, breathing steadily. Then, taking to the skies, he looked around to find somewhere he could go, or someone he could speak to. The very old and burnt King of Hearts card on the grave slowly blew away.

Blake flew lower to the ground until he saw a flash of metal through the smoke. Changing direction and going towards it, he saw a man taking on a group of Trolls.

Blake's hands lit up as they were consumed with fire. He threw his arms out and a steady stream flew towards one, burning it in the back and causing it to fall to the ground. The teen was about to do the same thing again when he started coughing violently, almost having to go on his knees from the force.

"What should we do?" asked Blake to the other man weakly, tightening his make-shift mask with one hand while forming a ring of fire around a Troll's feet with the other.

Glad to have all the Euro's join us

I'm excited about all the new people to be RP'ing with us, but I'm sort of dreading all the extra "o"'s and "u"'s lying around.

It reminds me of that episode of South Park with Butters and the vampires. Per say.

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Epic.

-First post after Red Name!-

((Yeah, think Mirravin left. Kinda a shame, I guess.))

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"Hey, hey, no need for cry." the Tsaiv woman wrapped her armored arms around the boy, who even in his present state may have noticed that Zuzana's left arm made contact discernibly different than her right; as if one arm had less tactile sensation than the other.


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Sean's body jumped as Zuzana reached around him, but he instantly relaxed and started breathing easier as he realized it was a simple hug. The small boy looked up at Sarah as she reached into a bag and took out something which he had never even remotely imagined. As the pair started to leave, Sean's shoulders slumped, but he seemed to be all cried out.

"I don't think I'm allowed to come, huh?" he sadly asked no one in particular.

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The Esertosian couldn't help but smirk at this, countering with a playfully sarcastic, "I look funny? How you think you look to me? How are you even hearing what I say with these tiny ears?"

She stepped beside him and crouched down, picking up the wrapper, "Things like this should now be thrown away in forest. Remember: treat where you live with respect and you will be returned respect. My name is Zuzana..."


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Sean instantly flinched when Zuzana crouched down, the upper half of his body moving away. After a moment he relaxed and listened. "I'm gonna call you Zuz," he said, making the decision final before she could answer.

Adam crouched and the flinching was less visible this time, although it was obviously still there. He cocked his head to the side, remembering. "We were playing hide-a-seek except in the woods. And my Daddy brought us all here and they told me to walk one-hundred times and then go to sleep, and when I wake up try to find them. I did it, and now I don't know where they are,"

Sean started getting teary-eyed now "And my Mommy will think I don't like her any more, and if I'm really slow then Daddy will get mad at me and then I'll have to stay inside while the bad stuff gets off of me and then-" he said, rambling incoherently as he burst into tears.

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"Ssssooouuuuhhh..." the Tsaiv murmured, licking lips that had suddenly become quite dry, "...what is your name?"


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"I'm Sean," the young boy answered as Pax and Tornado stepped off into the woods. At once, Sean became slightly uneasy, as the primary person of this group that he trusted left, leaving him with a being he had never seen before, in addition.

Sean became quiet now. Glancing towards Zuzana, he slowly backed away a couple of feet and slumped next to a tree. Finishing off the last of the chocolate he dropped the wrapper next to him. After a few moments, Sean glanced over to the Tsaiv, his head cocked to the side. "You look funny," he remarked with a straight face, and the innocence that could only be mustered if one knew no better.

Sean took the fluffy jacket and wrapped it around himself, rubbing his face against it and smiling. "It's so sof-" he began to say before Tornado and Zuzana set off on their walk towards wherever they were going. The discussion about the tavern the others were having lost on him, he got up and followed his new friend.

Sean made no effort to be sneaky. He simply followed her, taking small bites out of the chocolate bar every so often. He didn't speak much, and he was careful to not step on any branches (he was barefoot, after all). He also made no effort to look back at the others.

((Thank you ))

It all happened so fast. First there was only the one girl that came, then more appeared through the clearing. Then some more came until they all were relatively surrounding him. He let out a small scream as one reached out for him. She had wings! His heartbeat slowed a little as he looked at the chocolate bar, and his stomach grumbled. He slowly reached his hand out for it and grabbed it, then sat back down.

"T-Thank you," he said, and a shard of a smile slipped out of his mouth. As he fumbled to open it, another woman approached, and she had wings, too. His eyes widened and he started to slide back before he felt a tingling at his knee. Looking down, he noticed that the new cut on his knee was slowly shrinking, and then was just gone. He reached out and touched it, and the smile grew wider.

"Thanks," he said, this time without stuttering from fear or tears. He took a small bite out of the chocolate bar and was surprised by how good it was. It melted in his mouth and had a sweet taste. He took a bigger bite and nodded quickly, evidently meaning 'It tastes good!'.

After he swallowed, he answered Adam "My name is Sean," then looked around to no one particular in the group "Um, has anyone seen my Mom? We're playing a game, but I'm not very good at it," he said sheepishly, looking down at the ground.