shadowplay

(ooc Forgive the OOC but I'd just like to encourage more people to come to this thread and mention how powerful I am In all seriousness, Ive enjoyed this thus far and I encourage some of you to contact me in game)

~Contact

Contact watched as Sly bound in and just as quickly was booted away. He managed half a smile before he noticed Ivory loading his weapon.

"Watch your shot, don't hit her" he yelled even as his mind registered that there was no danger of that. He cursed himself quietly... he was typically in better control of himself. Ivory wouldn't shoot unless the shot was clear, but for once his mouth worked faster then his brain

~Contact

Contact sorted through the information available quickly. Two down, one shocker up, and a familiar mind fast approaching. He smiled in spite of himself as he saw the dark cloud approaching from a distance. The Shocker was in for a bad day.

Deciding it best to protect those that were down and let Neko attend to the Shocker, Contact turned his attention to Ivory who was closest to the threat. He extended his hand out towards the white-suited man and the air visably thickened with energy between them. An orb of barely visable energy engulfs Ivory, who suddenly feels... heavy. While slowing his movements somewhat, Contact knew that the oppresive kinetic energy surrounding him would easily withstand anything the Shocker could bring to bear against him in the few seconds before he had to deal with the ball of fur and claws contained within the dark cloud.

Briefly turning his attention away from Ivory and the ganger, Contact saw the half-man struggling to stand. Focusing on the damaged Cyberjack, Contact manipulated the inertia around him, lowering the oppresive weight of friction and gravity and fueling his movements with additional kinetic power. He would feel lighter and his movements would be much faster and with more force.

Contact returned his attention to the Shocker and the soon to be ensuing battle, prepared to intervene if needed.

~Contact, CEO First Strike Security (Kin/Psi Defender)

Contact looked into the space that would soon be occupied by a large man in a white suit. He rarely questioned these flashes of intuition any longer, as more often then not they were right. True to form in a flash of blue flame steps a man in a bleached white suit carrying a large automatic weapon.

Contact breifly attended to the downed hero, but seeing as the most obvious threat was eliminated, the hero could stand up at his own pace now. He wasn't dead, he could tell that much as his mind still had a presence, but short of that Contact had no idea how injured he was. Field medicine rarely covered wet-ware and he had no idea what was meat and what was metal. In any case, the more immediate concern was the armed man.

"Unless the Family has taken to dimensional travel and raided a Crey armory, I am going to assume you're of a more heroic bent," the statement was spoken like a question as Contact took a few steps towards the man. He remained between the fallen hero, the new arrival and his now-gasping shocker, just in case things went sour.

"As for him talking, I wouldn't waste your time. The Outcasts are abnormally restant to interogation, and fairly disorganized to boot. What exactly did you want to know from him?"

(OOC Seem to be doing fine so far )

~Contact, CEO First Strike Security (Kin/Psi Defender)

"Yeah... uh-huh... Sure," Contact walked down the street in the shadows of the huge skyscrapers of Steel Canyon, a cell phone pressed to his ear and his expensive sunglasses reflecting citizens as they strolled past. He wore his company uniform colors of white and pale blue, his flack jacket covered in various company logos, all of whom paid to advertise on him.

"Barry, I'll call you back," Contact said into the phone as he rounded the corner and spoted the blue and bronze hero face down on the sidewalk. "I've some pro bono work to do," he said, snapping the phone shut and stuffing it into a belt pocket.

A few yards back from the downed hero floated a man in a black T-shirt and jeans. His hands and eyes pulsed with electricity; his shirt bore the electric blue markings of the Outcasts. It was a Shocker, a high ranking member of the gang and a mutant.

"I'm gonna fry me some 'tights," the Shocker exclaimed, laughing. He raised his hands over his head and electricity crackled between them.

Having only a few seconds to act, Contact closed his eyes behind his sunglasses and focused. He could feel everyone around him; he could see their minds just as easily as normal people could see them walking down the street. There was the girl in the pretty dress... the man in the buisness suit... a police officer... the downed hero... the Shocker.

He sought out the Shocker's mind among the tangled mass of thoughts surrounding him... and tore it to pieces.

Pain greater then he had ever experianced before lashed through the Shocker's mind, causing him to scream and drop to one knee, his hands clutching at his head as his nose began to bleed. Contact closed the distance quickly, floating across the street within arms reach of the Outcast and the fallen hero.

The Shocker was shaken, but no where near defeated. He groaned in pain and attempted to stand. Contact landed and knelt beside the downed man in blue. Holding his hand out towards the Shocker, Contact emited a burst of kinetic energy sending the Shocker flying. It would do little damage but it would perhaps buy him a few seconds.

"Hey you, now would be a great time to get back up and give a hand," Contact shook the fallen hero carefully. "Come on now, up and at'em"

~Contact, CEO First Strike Security (Kin/Psi Defender, Virtue)

I don't have any problems on virtue, and I am an east coast player. I hope your issues get resolved so that you can join the community, its a real nice group of people.

In any case, you can find RP anywhere, and most people, even so-called non RPers will RP with you if you take the first step.

At least that's my experiance,

~Contact

Name: Contact
Group: First Strike Security
Playtimes: It varies far too much, honestly... normally afternoons to early evenings.

~Contact

<Televised Ad, similar items appear in various papers and magazines>

The scene shows a woman walking down a dimly lit street. She clutches her purse as she walks through a dark area of the street that the streetlights don't reach. She picks up her pace as she approaches the corner, gasping as she rounds it. Several men dressed in Skull gang colors and armed with bats and knives approach her menacingly. She screams for help and the scene freezes in black and white.

"Don't take chances with your security," the voice speaks over the scene with a tone of authority. "Can you afford the risk of `hoping' a hero will come to your aid?"

The scene restarts as the Skulls approach the woman; she takes a few steps back and reaches into her purse. The thugs laugh expecting her to produce a weapon but instead she pulls out a small signaling device. It pulses red after she pushes a button.

Suddenly, the closest Skull's face twists in pain and he drops to his knees holding his head. The other Skulls glance around nervously until one points upwards. Floating several meters above the street is a man in pale blue and white. His flack jacket is covered with patches of various corporation sponsorships, his blond hair is perfectly combed back and his eyes are hidden behind expensively looking sunglasses. Upon seeking him, the thugs scatter. Gracefully the man lands beside the woman and puts a heavy combat boot on the back of the writhing thug.

"Thank you, First Strike Security," the woman exclaims looking adoringly up at the hero.

"Don't take chances, call First Strike today! Corporate protection at private sector prices" the hero says looking into the camera and giving a thumbs up, his boot still holding the Skull to the ground.

Screen goes black, briefly flashing "Now hiring, good benefits. Contact ###-####"

((If interested in joining the superteam, please leave me a private board message or in game email, name is Contact ))