"Good to have you along, Helsing... can't believe I missed that wallet..." Sly shakes his head and chuckles.
Leaning back against one of the many pasty era buildings, a sturdy gentleman props himself to better soak in what little light makes it's way through the smog ridden air of Paragon City.
Bathed in a natural white from the pant leg to the fedora, Ivory's only deviation in color is the expensive grey shirt, neatly tucked beneath an expensive white suit. His unnatural eyes, hidden behind a pair of rectangular glasses, pay no attention to passers by. He looks like the kind of man that trouble looks for, but if you see the impressively sized rifle next to him, it's easy to see that he's the one doing the hunting.
"40 years fighting evil of all kinds and the heroes of this god forsaken place can't find a way to make a cleaner fuel," he say out loud followed by a deep sigh, his voice sounds soft, unobtrusive and unassuming, but years of wisdom seem to lurk behind it. "Look's like I'll be late for the train if I'm not careful."
He hefts his rifle over a sturdy shoulder and then as if he were opening a shade, he tears the fabric of reality in front of him and steps into a realm of light and shadow. "And those fools thought it wasn't possible," he thinks as he walks slowly through a world of frozen shadows and solid beams of light. He recalls when he first attempted instantaneous transport, he had no idea it would involve so much walking.
As he hefts his rifle through the realm he came to call limbo, he notices a glaringly bright group of individuals, frozen on the other side of the pane of glass he seems to be always looking through here.
"Must be a team of heroes" he thinks, "I suppose they should know whether the train has left or not."
Despite his discovery of timeless travel through limbo, he quickly tired of the walking, and learned to appreciate public transportation that tolerated his presence.
Clicking a few turns on his wristwatch, he tears through the glass in front of him and steps back into the real world, several feet behind the group of obvious heroes.
His clothes freshly bleached white from the travel, his clothes flash blue, incinerating the dust and ash that came with him, his rifle suffering a noticeable buildup of the otherworldly gunk.
A tri diamond formation looking somewhat like a cube centered neatly over the left breast pocket of his suit seems to hint twords some sort of association.
He opens his lips again, his calm, strangely unnerving voice penetrates the laughter and conversation. "I'm looking for the train to Steel Canyon, has it left yet?"
An uncomfortable silence falls over the group, most staring at his rifle, an obvious violation of many Paragon City laws regarding the open handling of assault class firearms. The man un-elegantly drops his rifle to the ground beside him where it stands upright waiting for his grasp. Removes his fedora and seems to check it for shape but it, like the rest of his atire seems to be perfect.
"Tough crowd, perhaps a different avenue?" he thinks silently to himself.
"You see" he begins to pull his wallet, attached by a tasteful platinum chain to his coat pocket, "I'm a registered hero and I need to visit an antique dealer in that area. He may have some insight as to why the Circle of Thorns has bee coming after precious stones like this one." He removes a clear flat jewel from his wallet, paper thin it gleams in the light.
"By the by kids, the name is Ivory." he says, looking down at his watch.
Sly is the first to speak. "Well doesn't that beat all... welcome Ivory, hopefully you can get along with the dark ones, our two 'Ebony' sisters over there," he motions to Lady Deth and Neko Law, not forgetting to nod and smile to each one.
"So, CoT's stealing precious gems, eh? That's funny, we just fought off a bunch of Vahz and Hellions 'hell' bent on getting their hands on this!" Sly reaches into an inside pocket and pulls out a small golden figurine. Ivory is able to see that the statue is of what looks to be a demon with red gems for eyes.
"I know, ugly little little devil, isn't it." Sly says upon noticing the bleached figure eye the statue. "Heh heh, 'by the by,' this antique dealer you're looking for wouldn't happen to go by the name 'Rebecca Morningstar,' would she...?"
Sipping the drip and purring contently Nekos eyes trailed to the new arrival, cloaked as she always was in her dark cloud.
"The plot thickens, i'll join you to Steel Canyon but i may fear it bein a bit out of my league, but hey you only live 9 times."
AE # 67087: Journey through the Looking Glass - Save the World
LLX VirtueVerse! - Check out my crazy Toons
This is the size of group that we have balanced AVs for, 6.
-Positron 06/07/06 07:27 PM
Sly flashes his trademark grin. "Why, that's what sidekicks are for, my dear Lady."
AT the mention of CoT's, Deth is on her feet in a second, downing the drink in one gulp.
'Neko, I would be wary of being Sly-san's sidekick. It would be my guess that there is always a catch.' She winks at Sly Fox. Seeing the cadaver, she contrates and it disappears in a puff of darkness. 'My brother's will enjoy eating that'
'Steel Canyon and CoT not a fun mix. However, when they are involved, I am always on the team. I just wish I have an invisible jet or perhaps a neat gadget filled limosuine. ' Looking at Sly Fox. 'A lady needs a ride, what can you do for her? Make sure Lobe-san can come as well, I feel much better when he is around.'
She smooths her metallic skin tight suit down and adjusts her hat and shades.
Meanwhile, at the Yellow Line station in Steel Canyon...
Cyberjack stands at the rail of the station platform taking his first look out over the skyscrapers of Steel Canyon. Off in the distance he can make out a massive statue dedicated to yet another fallen hero. Vaguely he remembers that at some point in the past that would have moved him to some kind of emotion, but no more, not since the incident in the cybernetics lab had left him the way it had...with a robotic cybernetically enhanced arm and eye. A skin tight blue bodysuit covers his human flesh, while his cybernetic parts glint a deep bronze.
His visor, which hides most of his face, periodically updates those figures moving about on the sidewalks below him. Warning blips flash over figures that have hidden weapons or questionable technology on them. About a block away he picks up signs of a struggle, two thugs are assaulting an elderly man. Even at this distance he evaluates the villians and accesses the Paragon City computers who confirm his guess. The thugs fit the profile of those who belong to a gang called the "Outcasts."
Turning, he jogs down the ramp and then becomes a blur of motion as he speeds to the altercation at amazing velocity. Breaking suddenly, he raises his cybernetic arm and a projectile of pure cold lances out to strike the first Outcast in the chest. The man goes into shock, his movements become slow..sluggish. Turning to the second man a swirl of freezing energy again shoots out to wrap the thug in ice, immobile. Turning back to the first again he releases another bolt of ice which shatters against his target, who slumps to the ground unconscoius.
Before he could turn back to the immobilized villian an immense bolt of electricity slams into Cyberjack from behind, convulsing his muscles and sending his visors display into chaos. Falling to his knees with a cry, he turns, trying to get his bearings. Another bolt cascades around the fallen hero, causing him to writhe in pain....
"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)
::Neko chuckled::
"oh i can handle the old Fox i'm not that helpless" Her voice was teasing if a bit inviting those who knew her better would chalt this up to a intrusion of her feline mind to her own thoughts.
AE # 67087: Journey through the Looking Glass - Save the World
LLX VirtueVerse! - Check out my crazy Toons
This is the size of group that we have balanced AVs for, 6.
-Positron 06/07/06 07:27 PM
"Hey ladies, I'm standing right here! Give a poor struggling hero a break!" Sly laughs at the two. "Oh, and don't worry Neko, never any catch with The Sly Fox. Hell I wouldn't dream of putting any type of 'sub-claws' on a agreement with a cat!"
After Sly realizes he is alone in his latest amusement, he stops laughing... "ehh, ANYWAY, One things for sure, it's always better when they play hard to get! Ha ha! Ok, my endurance is at it's peak performance, I suppose I could give you two a lift! And of course any gentleman who would care to join us!"
With a flash Sly disappears, and a minute or so later his voice comes over on the team comm channel. "Get ready! Prepare to feel the earth move ladies!" First Deth is gone in a flash of light, then Neko, then Helsing, and finally Ivory.
Sly nods to the gentleman, then turns to the two woman and leans against the tram's wall. "Was it good for you?" He quips.
If there was one thing Ivory hated more then walking, it was being forced to do so. He had met a number of heroes on his ventures, strangely he found the most reliable to be the Cy model combat droids from Cynergetic Enterprise, a loose sponser to his own activities. The reason he liked these robots, these automated death machines was because they always asked first.
Ivory had based his own transportation technology on those developed by the many other magical and mutant transporters of the city. It was a great achievment, duplicating the unexplainable.
Unfortuneately now, every time an anxious young hero would transport him, he never came out the other end. Oh he came out close, but never on the other side.
It was just as he began to recieve a torrent of live information through his glases that he was forced to walk.
He was sent into limbo and it was where he landed in limbo, three blocks from the train, from which he would cover the distance on foot, time of no meaning. He always came out the other end looking the same way, wearing the same suit and looking the same age. More often then not, he knew what to find on the other side and this was no different. He expected to find a fallen Cybernetically enhanced hero and a high profile psychic, the Contact, next to him.
Psychic's bothered Ivory, they always see you before you get there.
As he came upon the station he saw the frozen images of the heroes he had met, two he expected to find and a Shocker he had guessed on. Frozen like finely carved stones they looked so at peace.
With a heavy sigh, Ivory clicked a few turns on his watch and shattered through the glassy veil in front of him. His body stepped forward through the viel and instantly burst into blue flame, the soot and ash being incinerated from the surface of his suit.
His soft unassuming voice gone, Ivory was ready to do business.
"Bo, where I come from they call this Arizona Buckshot!" he said in a tone remeniscint of a 50's mobster. Then, for the first time in the heroe's view, he lifted his weapon as though it were just that and a burst of white light and flame erupted from the barel, seemingly before he even pulled the trigger. Just as soon as the sound had rung and the light had flashed, the Shocker was lying face up on the pavement gasping for air.
Ivory walked up slowly, elegantly to the dazed Outcast and held up an impressively sized piece of ammunition, dull steel reflecting the surroundings like muddy water, then loaded it with a reasuring clack into his rifle.
"That was a little more bean wrapped in a little less bag, I imagine you'll be able to breath again soon." he said as he lowered the tip of his rifle to the chest of the downed Outcast, still gasping for air. "This one is 6 pounds of compressed brittle steel shavings, enough to punch a hole the size of your head through the long end of an armored car, think of what it'll do to your lungs."
He bore down on his rifle, causing shots of pain to go through the man under him. "Once you can form words, I suggest you start talking."
OOC: I'm a bit new to all of this and it's a tad overwhelming, contructive criticism is appreciated. Feel free to find me in game on the Virtue server by the name of Ivory.
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 
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~Contact, CEO First Strike Security (Kin/Psi Defender)
Ivory turned to the high profile Contact, a hero almost comical in his commercialization were it not for his ability to get things done. Advertising giant or not, Contact was a name feared by much of the city's crime.
"Two Outcasts try to pull a purse snatching not 50 feet from a train station surrounded by Police Drones. Disorganized but not stupid. Funny how one of them should happen to be a Shocker too. We both know, be it psychic or simply looking up his Hero Registration, that Cyberjack could have taken these goons any other time." Ivory spoke with his voice of looming experience, gone was his harsh tone being used not seconds before. "I think it was a setup," he began "check his medicomp for failure. If I'm right they meant to take him."
With that, the Shocker under Ivory's bearing collected himself. A quick movement made it clear to Ivory it was time to get out of the way but Ivory wan't equiped for that sort of movement, quick jars and dodging blows isn't in his repetoir.m As a result, a small bolt of electricity found it's way to his chest, and Ivry promptly found his way to the ground.
Paralyzed from the sudden attack, he knew his suit would dissipate the buildup and he'd be fine in a few seconds, but when you're not in limbo a few seconds can matter. Ivory was happy to not be walking.
::Neko's fine senses detected the scuffle up the street and imediatly she sprung into action, leaping the rail she cam crashing toward the ground, winded from inpact she was already sprinting (or surging) toward the shocker, the dark energy beginign to form around her feet into her melee damage field. She was there, out of breath mind you, bbefore thewshocker could take to the air and began her assult upon his backside huffing all the while.::
AE # 67087: Journey through the Looking Glass - Save the World
LLX VirtueVerse! - Check out my crazy Toons
This is the size of group that we have balanced AVs for, 6.
-Positron 06/07/06 07:27 PM
Lying face down on the pavement Cyberjack runs diagnostics on his cybernetic systems. The unexpected overload of electricity had sent his visors display into chaos, but his right arm showed no ill effects from the charge. Slowly the flickering becomes readable, if a little monochrome still. He makes a mental note to himself to make adjustments to prepare for this kind of attack when he has some spare time.
With a slight hiss of effort he hauls his good arm up off the street and levers it under himself, pushing him off the street. Glancing over he catches sight of the two men who had come to his aid. Background processes run automatically and within moments the registered ID's of Contact and Ivory along with several smaller associated files are accessed, acknowledge, and filed away again.
Suddenly Ivory goes down in a storm of electricity. With is left arm still propping him up, Cyberjack extends his right arm under himself, knowing that there wasn't much time. Processes realign themselves while sup-processes are created on the spot, the power Build Up causes small red sparks to jump from his arm in flurries until a massive surge of ice shoots out slamming into the Shocker, who gasps in pain and shock from the cold, then Cyberjack is up and running. Gritting his teeth with the effort he approaches the shocker and throws one mighty punch, releasing all the energy built up in the arm, hurling the shocker back from the fallen Ivory several yards but doing no apparent damage.
The Shocker slowly regains his feet, shaking his head to clear it. Cyberjack stands ready, but his depleated power source makes the next few moments tricky...
----Back at the previous encounter-----
Lobe wipes his mouth with the back of his forearm and hand. "Ahhhh! That was good orange juice. Thanks Mr. Helsing, that really....." Looking around to find the object of his thanks Lobe sees that he is alone. "Ummmm, where'd everybody go? Hellooooooo!"
The orange juice forgotten, Lobe sits heavily on the grass, causing the remaining debris around him to jump. Scratching his head an intense look of concentration replaces his normal childlike countenance. Resting his chin on both his fists he tries to remember what was said while he was drinking. "The foxxy fella said to look after the cat-lady who was sleeping in the air, then...I guy named Yankee Daring bought drinks for the nice ladies - That was aweful nice of him. Then, hmmm, oh yeah! We had to go get a Golden figure in Steel Canyon from a Star in the morning!" Lobes face brightens considerably and resumes its innocent cast in light of his successful deduction.
An old man, who had seen better days, pushes a shopping cart, filled with odds and ends that only the homeless could find useful, up to one of the remaining bodies. He bends over and grabs hold of a blood stained ribbon that seemed to escape the concerted looting efforts of FM and Helsing. He yanks on it but the majority of its length is beneath the body and it doesn't. After wrestling with it for a few moments the homeless man looks to Lobe, who grins like he just discovered the girl he's had a crush on for years feels the same about him. "Hey, mountain-man," the bum calls.
"Me?" Lobe asks, forefinger firmly in chest.
"Yah you. Do you see any other mountains around here?"
Lobe looks around and points North.
"OK, OK there are mountains over there, I'm talkin to you though," the bum says in exasperation. "Can you spare a bit of pinky power to move this?" he points to the body.
Looking at his pinky with disbelief, "You must have the wrong man, mister. My pinky doesn't have any power."
"For the love of brain cells! Just - pick - up - the - body - and - put - it - over - there." the homeless man points to his left.
"Oh! Ok," grinning, Lobe grabs the fallen hellion and lays him down where the bum indicated.
The homeless man recovers himself after staring at Lobe's hand, which had been wrapped around the Hellion's torso and arms like he were a GI-Joe figure in a toddler's grip, and picks up the blood stained ribbon. It ends in a medallion of gold chaced with silver. The medallion has the face of a demon engraved in it with two small red gems for eyes. Not believing his luck the bum smiles with greed. Then, realizing his audience, his face falls and he waits for the other shoe to fall.
"Wow! That's perty! You sure are a lucky guy. I once found a rock with green stuff in it in the woods. My ma told me it was jasper. Maybe if you take that to your ma she'll tell you what it is." Lobe says, excited for the man's good fortune.
The bum stares at Lobe with a look that almost matches the larger man's when he is asleep. "Yah, right," he manages, "I'll do that right away, go ask my ma." he finishes and turns back to his shopping cart.
"Sir?" Lobe asks
The bum cringes, expecting that the giant man has finally clued in to the fact he could take the medallion for himself, "Yes."
Looking a little embarassed Lobe enquires, "Could you tell me which way the tram is?"
The homless man blinks a couple of times then mutely points in the direction of the nearest tram station.
"Gee, thanks mister! Have a nice day," Lobe squats and launches himself into the air with a mighty leap that carries him swiftly out of sight of the bum.
The bum, shaken at the gross display of power commanded by one so...simple, stares at the spot where Lobe faded from sight. Then, focusing on the medallion in his grimy hand, he begins to grin. A shaky laugh emerges from his throat and he quickly returns to his overburdened shopping cart. After hiding his find inside a partially open box of KD, missing its packet of cheese sauce mix, the homeless man starts down the street. Pushing his cart and its treasures before him, he chuckles softly.
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)
"Well it seems Neko took off in a hurry, and although it's polite to let a lady go first, perhaps we best get after her as soon as possible!"
With a flash Sly teleports to the location. Unfortunately, with his uncanny luck, he manages to appear right in-between the Shocker and Neko Law... just as Neko's kick is ramming home.
"Oooff!" Sly exhales as he has the wind knocked out of him and soars over the outcast and lands on his hands and knees.
Turning around he sees the puzzled expression of Neko, followed by the even more bemused look of the shocker. "This day just can't get any worse..." Sly winces, as he attempts to stand rubbing his rump. "My bad!" He shouts and blinds the Shocker before he can react. "There... ow that hurt. Neko remind me never to insult you enough to want to SLAP me! Go ahead, finish the 'Sucker' off... I'm gonna go sit... ouch... I mean hover over here..."
As the rest of the gang arrives from the tram, Sly also hears a loud rumbling coming behind them. "That could only be good 'ol Lobe... guess he finally finished his juice. I'm glad, I like that guy."
Sly muses at the final tally of the heroes before him, as Neko Law renews her punishment on the Shocker who so recently thought he had the upper hand...
Deth looks to Fox, 'did you forget someone? And it did seem a bit quick to me.' Seeing that he was gone ' Typical Man, Does things quick and then leaves.' Checking the GPS, she locates the team and notes their position. Deth looks up and see Lobe come bounding in, if a mountain can bound. Feeling in her gut that being in his way would not be a good thing, she approximates his landing position and adding a few yards to it, leaps to the side. She waits for Lobe to land, she hops on his shoulder and points in the direction that Neko ran.
"Thataway. Watch out for that car...oops'
The suit was doing the job and Ivory was regaining feeling all over, the instant his hands became commandable his left found his rifle and his right dug into his coat pocket revealing a round of ammunition that would put most knives to shame for intimidation and size.
His arms, he could feel his arms, immediately dragging his equipment over his chest he began to load the sniper round into it's chamber, sliding into place with a satisfying clack. Soon his legs came to and though his torso and head were still motionless his legs moved as though to brace him.
With what endurance he could muster, he brought his back up off the ground, finally sitting watching the fight. He skillfully brought the rifle up to his eyes, locking the sight on top with the electronics in his glasses. The Outcast Shocker hadn't taken much of a beating yet, but Ivory was about to put him down with a single shot.
One breath, then a heart beat.
Ivory had all reticle on the shocker, green and red lining up in a ballet of technology made for killing.
Two heartbeats, then a breath.
Muscles relaxed and the only thing visible to Ivory was his target. Blinking ready signals from the rifle signaled lock.
A single heartbeat.
Ivory's trigger finger tensed but he withdrew like lightning from where it struck. A black cloud obscured his vision, the Shocker was under attack. Everything was perfect, he could have made the shot.
Mistakes happen though, and whatever was hit by this round was sure to die and there weren't going to be any mistakes today.
Sly was suddenly brought to attention when he noticed the man in white's fluid motions and the raising of his weapon. His experience over the years had taught him to read people, and everything he sensed about Ivory was "unstoppable" when it came to a target.
Realisng he had to act fast, but still feeling weak, Fox used his last ounce of strength to pull the embattling Neko to him away from the white sniper's line of fire. Thankfully, it was just in time to remove the dark warrior and allow Ivory to resume his shot. It hit home, knocking the Shocker down, motionless for eternity.
However, Sly teleported Neko right in front of his face, and suddenly everything went whiter than Ivory's bleached lapel as a fist meant for the Shocker connected with Sly sqaure on the jaw. "Gggarrbll-neek-laaaaewe," he stuttered incoherently before falling directly backwards.
"bhagahd dum," was all he could manage before he passed out with an odd mixture of a grin and a grimmace on his face.
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
A few yards away a pale man tried to struggle from the ground as a horde of zombies pounded on him from above. Davis Slate grimaced as yet another arrow lodged in his back, he had once again bitten of more than he could chew. He began to wonder if this was the moment when his uncanny healing abilities would finally fail him, when suddenly the undead monsters stopped their attack, seemingly upset about something down the street.
Grunting worridly they lumbered away, jumping down the first manhole they came to. Slate pushed himself off the ground, turning his head he spit blood and a couple teeth onto the sidewalk. It would hurt like hell for the two minutes it took them to grow back, but it could have been worse. Wondering what had scared the monsters off, he raised his head, looked down the street, and suddenly wondered if he had been lucky after all.
A group of other heroes were finishing off some Shockers and it must have been this display of power that had frightened off the zombies. Normally this wouldn't bother Slate, after all, heroes were pretty thick on the ground in Paragon City. But one specific hero he recognized. He had heard about the telepath known as Contact and it was the stories of his powerful mind-reading abilities that had him worried.
Slate painfully pulled himself into a nearby alley, hoping that the other heroes wouldn't notice him. The Rikti part of his brain had been acting up something awful and he didn't want to run the risk of Contact "hearing" it.
(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
While sittin a bar not to far the battle, Helsing sits back takin a drink, he is inturupted by a loud swooping sound.
Almost chokin from surprise, he is suprised to see a fellow hero, The Sly Fox, take some drinks from the bar, run away, return, shout something at the bartender, and leave again. He chuckles, goes up to the bar to pay for his drink, but finds he has lost his wallet. "Put it on Speedy's tap!" he yells to the bartender as he dashes back to the battlefield.
When he returned, he saw a few people drinking some famillar beverages. Sly had just finished talkin when he arrived. Kyle crouched down near a body and picked up his wallet. "Right where I thought I left it," he said smiling.
He walked up to the band of heroes and made his pressence known by hualin a cavader over his shoulder, thowin down on the ground a saying, "Lunch is served!" Man of the heroes jumped back and gave him a dirty look of disgust. "You'll never get girls doin that," Sly said with a sarcastic tone. They all made agreeing gestures. "Don't worry about me, I already have a girl back hom...." he trailed off. He thought back to his dimension, and his girlfriend. A tear welled behind his glasses. He looked into the air. "I wish I could go back though." he said. "Where are u from anyways?" asked Neko. "Los Angeles," he answered. "Well go back to California if miss it so much. Oh yeah, I forgot. You're from a different dimension," Sly said.
"Well enough of that, what were u sayin before I got here?" Helsing asked. Sly repeated his request for accompanyment to Steeel Canyon. "I'm game," Helsing said, "anyone else?"