((I've noticed that most posters are writing in the past tense. As I find that much easier both to read and write, I'm going to follow that trend.))
As Lenny absently gazed below, gloating over the easy victories he had stumbled upon, he was struck unaware by the sheer impact of Shiro's tumbling weight. In a manner not dissimilar to that of the ballroom's late windows, his concetration shattered. Losing all control over his telekinetic manifestations, he fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes that had been absently kicked from the roof of a ten story building.
If the first blow delivered by Shiro had been painful, the second blow, delivered by the floor, was agonizing. Drained of energy and in a great deal of pain, it would have been easy for Lenny to succumb to the greater fighter's onslaught. That would not, however, lead to the outcome he desired for that night. Summoning his last bit of strength, the meanest of all Lennys pelted his opponent's mind with telepathic energy, coercing him as he spoke.
"Careful there, chap. I'm your old friend, Mean Lenny. You don't want to 'urt me." Finding his arm pinned to the ground, Lenny jerked his head toward Rush. "That bloke over there in the red tights said 'e wanted to kill you, said your life was an affront to all 'e stands for. The lass and I were only tryin' to protect you from 'im."
Shiro's clenched fist stopped inches from the pyschic's face. He pulled his punch back, and tried again. He stopped himself before the punch landed. He rose slowly, eyes darting between red clad hero, pyschic and his own fist. Lenny carefully moved away continuing his mental manipulations.
Shiro's eyes closed, his entire body was shaking as if he was combating the voice the pyschics attack in his own mind. He remained standing as his eyes flew open and stared at his own fist, before mumbling, "There is only one truth, and it's in my fist."
Shiro hammered his fist directly into his face, knocking himself out of the pyschics manipulation. He shook his head, trying to refocus himself. He heaved a heavy sigh of relief, "That was close." He returned his attention back to the festivities.
((hello yes another villain but no not all super powered. Might be a refreshing change and sorta military ^.^ hope the thread starter likes my character. i am a villain but mostly for money but if the thread starter doesn't want me in just ignore my post.))
A Special Ops was scouting the outside of the structure after seeing the collecting freak show outside deciding. While 3 other guards one was a medic took up posts in the parking lot as a helicopter stood in the air.
Known for being the head of a paramilitary headed in the isles his contact a familiar of this goddess had paid him and his teams services. Stepping out of the helicopter to ride down the rope a man in full military armor with a military hat, preceded to give orders and gotten the report from the Special Ops.
So far assessed are 3 heroes 1 villain going in and a powerful and possibly wealthy villainess. He reported to the masked Dark Commander. Any captives? Or possible entry points and exits? this ruthless commander thought of as he watched through his guns scope. High class, business, and tech industries mostly sir. He replied as also stating. There are about 14 freak show units outside the side with broken windows sir. Taking a moment to go over this he got onto his radio with the two pilots aboard the helicopter and gave them an order. Soon after using his radio again to call the residence it self to inform this Goddess of their arrival, a member of her organization paying for his services.
(Actual him chatting)
Black Raven you are to provide the structure support to keep out any more intruders and deploy force field blockade to support the blown in windows. We will go in the front and instruct the staff to lock up. Roger that sir after we start to lay suppressive fire on them will soon after drop payload.
(Him calling the place)
on behalf of our contact who is a member of your Goddesss organization we have been contacted for help in hero or other protection and will be requesting entrance and lock down to keep any personnel she finds not suitable to leave will be shot.
After this the second pilot mans the gun that seemed to have been modified to fire explosive rounds and began to scare off the freak show as they try for cover as the payload drops forming a single wall covering the breached glass windows and damage done to the wall. While the team with this Dark Commander on the ground made their way to the front door.
It was a cool night in Paragon city, and it always becomes just a little bit cooler when you're moving at speeds in excess of 200mph. Jonny Rocket, better known as Rocketman, was bouncing from rooftop to rooftop at absolutely insane speeds...and was going faster every second. The wind ripped all about him, pushing back his short blonde hair, and whipping about the varsity jacket sporting, ironically enough, a rocket. His jeans also spun in the wind, and the soles of his white sneakers were beginning to grow hot from the stress placed on them by the rough cement which composed most of the rooftops in the downtown Paragon district.
Johnny came to an extremely tall building, and without a moment's hesitation jumped forward, planted his feet, and began running vertically up the side of it. In a fraction of a second he reached the top of the monstrous building, and subsequently lept off into the night sky, seemingly gliding above the city below...until he realized he couldn't fly.
"Uh oh" was all that could flash through his head before he comically began thrashing his arms and legs in a futile attempt to stifle the imminent impact. He crashed down onto an adjacent rooftop, but his feet never quit moving, and all the mess that he left was a few deep cracks in the cement (as opposed to something a little more gorey).
"Close one" he thought as a mischievous smirk graced his boyish features and he ran on ever faster. He reached down and picked up his standard issue official "hero communicator" that the white-collars at the City Hall told him was part of his essential hero gear. His smile grew even wider as he saw who had sent out the call. "RUSH!" he yelled enthusiastically into the night. The signal was coming just a few minutes away as well. He made it in seconds.
As he came up on the building from which the signal was coming, Johnny didn't even bother to slow down...'couldn't' slow down. He placed on his headphones, which were blasting his favorite heavymetal song of the night and rushed onward. In a spit second he saw the broken windows, and the trolls below being fired on by an unknown military operative. He instinctively knew (or perhaps knew from experience) who had made at least one of those broken windows, but didn't have time to contemplate anything more. He was going too fast...again. He tried to stop on the roof before the mansion-like building, but when you're moving that quickly, it's not really what we'd call an option. He studderstepped on the edge of the roof before flying headfirst into the ballroom through the first of the broken windows. He sailed over a 6 foot tall woman that looked remarkably like an amazonian, and then straight into...and then through a large marble pillar that graced the room. If he was lucky, and he seldom was, he would have stopped right there, but his momentum carried him into the remains the staircase banister which splintered under his velocity.
"Ouch" Jonny grumbled in understatement as he slowly rose from the splinters and chaos he had made of the stairwell. He saw Rush over in the corner beating up a bunch of women with his fancy kungfujitsumacallit. He never really understood all of that martial arts stuff anyway.
"Hey buddy!" he called jovially to the hero in red that looked like he had more than his hands full. Rush grunted in response, but Jonny seemed not to notice.
Jonny looked up into the center of the room and seemingly for the first time laid eyes on the beautiful woman hovering amist the cachophany. "I...err..." he started as he felt the blood rush to his cheeks from being in the presence of such a noble and beautiful woman. "My name is John, but all my friends call me Jonny" he said, but then muttered to himself under his breath, "Damnit, you're blowing this hotshot." He tried again. "Umm, so this is your pad? I like it...and umm, sorry about the pillar"
"She's the villain you moron!" Johnny heard Rush scream from in the middle of a quickly growing sea of women, that at second glance, didn't look too sweet after all.
"Oh, uh...right. Forget the whole Jonny thing then...you know, secret identity and all. The name's Rocketman, and you're about to get the beating of your life lady."
He crouched down into a seemingly defensive squatting position, but then sprung forward using his powerful legs that often got him into more trouble than naught to propel himself at the flying lady at an incredible speed. He saw her eyes momentarily widen, and his constant smirk grew into a full blown grin as he turned up the volume on his headphones even more.
"God I love my job" was the last thing that left his mind as he rocketed toward the vixen at neckbreaking speed.
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As the woman closest to the partygoer reaches for one guest, Rush grabs her wrist, twists, and pulls, flipping her over onto her fellow henchwomen. Rush's fists and feet are flurries of movement, striking at their knees, arms, ankles, hips, and other body parts in order to prevent them from advancing any further. With any luck, he'll end up hobbling at least a few of them.
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One particularly voluptuous vixen seized rush around the waist and brought him to the ground. He was instantly piled upon by a multitude of slutty warriors.
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"Under normal circumstances, my dear, I wouldn't hesitate to kill my foe, but being a young woman has granted you my mercy." He thrusted the taser towards her.
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The pixie shrieked as the tazer hit her shoulder and filled her tiny form with electricity. Matamoros looked on, and he heard the shriek become maniacal laughter. The electrically charged girl now faced him. Her steel grey eyes were black as twilight and she spoke in a wavering tone, like I said Before, Nice toys She seized the sides Matamoross head and kissed him with electricity still flowing from the tazer.
CHARMER!! BE CAREFUL!! yelled the goddess, revealing a brief moment of compassion
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Shiro hammered his fist directly into his face, knocking himself out of the pyschics manipulation. He shook his head, trying to refocus himself. He heaved a heavy sigh of relief, "That was close." He returned his attention back to the festivities.
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Another fist hammered into shiros temple. Do you really think Id let you stand me up! said the valkyrie as shiro rocketed towards the party guests.
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After this the second pilot mans the gun that seemed to have been modified to fire explosive rounds and began to scare off the freak show as they try for cover as the payload drops forming a single wall covering the breached glass windows and damage done to the wall. While the team with this Dark Commander on the ground made their way to the front door.
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The dark commanders communicator crackled again, Good evening darling, said a silvery and somewhat distant voice, this is your employer also known as the goddess i am speaking to you through telepathy so Ill make this quick. Listen closely, these are the threats! One hero dressed in red and two villains One martial artist and one gunman, the others are not to be harmed! If I am impressed with your work, you can expect a triple in your payment, Over darlings. The voice faded delicately.
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"God I love my job" was the last thing that left his mind as he rocketed toward the vixen at neckbreaking speed.
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I bet you do love your job, said the goddess as she now levitated Johnny in front of her in a psionic bubble, If you havnt guessed by now, Im a psychic and I see that you know that little annoyance by the name of Rush. Well then, I think it would be fun if I made you my manservant, The Goddess closed her eyes for a short second, concentrated, and then gazed directly at Johnny. Her beauty became radiant as it flowed into Johnnys mind. It was if she was directly gazing into his soul.
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I bet you do love your job, said the goddess as she now levitated Johnny in front of her in a psionic bubble, If you havnt guessed by now, Im a psychic and I see that you know that little annoyance by the name of Rush. Well then, I think it would be fun if I made you my manservant, The Goddess closed her eyes for a short second, concentrated, and then gazed directly at Johnny. Her beauty became radiant as it flowed into Johnnys mind. It was if she was directly gazing into his soul.
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Jonny found himself paused in midair, but wasn't exactly sure how. He glanced around, then his head whipped back to the goddess panicky. She was mumbling something that he couldn't really make out above the dull roar of his headphones. It's ok, he supposed, all these villains ever do is go into long, drawn-out solilquies about how they're going to rule the world and stuff. He doubted he was missing much, but just to be sure...
"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" he shouted as he motioned toward his headphones. "GIVE ME A SECOND TO TAKE OFF M--"
He didn't finish the sentence as a look of absolute outrage and pure hatred spread across the beautiful women's face. This didn't look good. He realized she was a pyschic, and that she had him suspended quite a ways off the ground.
"This...This is going to hurt isn't it?" Jonny asked meekly as the Goddess disgusted flung him back down toward the ballroom floor, rivaling speeds only he could match.
For the third time of the night, Jonny mumbled "Uh oh..."
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The pixie shrieked as the tazer hit her shoulder and filled her tiny form with electricity. Matamoros looked on, and he heard the shriek become maniacal laughter. The electrically charged girl now faced him. Her steel grey eyes were black as twilight and she spoke in a wavering tone, like I said Before, Nice toys She seized the sides Matamoross head and kissed him with electricity still flowing from the tazer.
CHARMER!! BE CAREFUL!! yelled the goddess, revealing a brief moment of compassion
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"Bloody hell!" Matamoros screamed, his Spanish accent becoming most apparent, ironically, while screaming this stereotypically British phrase. The electricity-charged girl had essentially given the tazer's energy, and then some, back to him. The data systems, scanning devices, etc. within the helm and armor began to short circuit. A few small ports and panels around the helm popped open and a charred smell filled the room. His HUD became static then shut off completely.
The girl, satisfied with her work, dropped Matamoros to the floor, his helm and chest armor now smoldering, the area around the 'kiss' burnt black. For a moment, Matamoros laid there, as if dead. Slowly, laughter built up in his helm. It was laughter full of confidence, arrogance, and sounded almost...villainous. The girl's eyes widened a bit in surprise.
The helm's HUD flickered back on, "Secondary Systems: Online" flashed within his visor and he stood back up. Matamoros placed his hand on his neck and cracked it. "Seems you have more tricks up your sleeve than I had originally thought. Here I thought you Masquerade people were nothing more than a dime-store Illuminati."
Matamoros rolled to the side and quickly retrieved his assault rifle once more, the switch still on 'Full Automatic.' "You want to play, demoness? Alright, let's play." Matamoros squeezed the trigger...
Shiro dropped his feet onto the cold marble floor, channeled energy into the floor and brought himself to a stop kicking up some marble debris. He was grateful for the reflexive dampening field that constantly surrounded him, otherwise that blow would've been much worse. He craned his neck as he chuckled, his eyes lightening up at the thrill of the fight. "These clothes just ain't me, they're keeping me from enjoying myself," he commented, "I'll be right there."
Shiro reached up and ripped the tie from his neck. He pulled off the sliced up suit jacket and unceremoniously dropped it on the cracked floor. Then he practically tore off the white shirt revealing a toned and muscular torso adorned with a dazzling dark red triangluar pattern tattoo that ran down his entire arms and might even travel all the way down his body. He turned his eyes burning with excitement towards the valkyre, "Now I feel better, c'mon let's dance."
He launched himself toward his adversary. Their punches landed square on each others chins and they both flew back equal distance. He brought his hand to his chin and craned his neck."Nice punch ya got there ****," he began, then louder so his voice would carry, "But when I get done with ya, I'll deal with the OLD **** on the chandelier."
With a small thud each field emitter hit the ground forking it as if to stay firm as each went online soon after forming a glowing dark field that covered the whole wall with the broken windows as the pilot aboard reported over the comm. first objective taken care of. Shall we after taking care of these freak show take some of the bodies into the room for a cover up as planned.
A moment later the commander spoke in a dark tone. Yes it will provide good cover for our employer of the event inside. When your done radio the men in the truck to help set you up than come in as back up. The pilot soon after reported. Sir. Yes Sir! now after gaining entry through the front door his squad told the staff to lock the exits and to only open this door when his reinforcements arrived.
There were 7 freak show bodies when they neared the ball room took great care to make a silent entry and set up a small blockade. Special Ops deploy the portable wall fields to cover both stairs. that man began doing so within the minute setting them up in one throw as the Dark Commander activated his personal Force Field Generator as it began to hover near him as his soldiers clamped it in the center between the gap in the force fields.
Alright do not harm the captives and lay suppressive fire down to keep the more vulnerable heroes busy. While you two fire high explosive rounds at the tougher hero to weaken his defense only do so when a clear shot. he barked out orders as he unloaded pieces of a portable turret placing it infront of the ffg and gave it orders through the side panel of the turret soon after started to open fire on the hero rocket as he was the closest target to his employer.
Rush was too busy fending off the homicidal henchwomen to register Rocketman's presence as anything more than anomalous hard rock in the background. One of the women tackled him, and from there he had to guard himself against their raining fists and feet. Under normal circumstances, the idea of being dogpiled by several barely-clad women had its merits, but these weren't normal circumstances.
Rush hovered at the edge of unconsciousness, hoping the women didn't damage his medicom teleporter in case he needed a trip to the hospital. Then he finally realized where the weird rock music was coming from: looking past one of the rabid henchwomen, he glimpsed a familiar hero whose love for such music was only slightly less infamous than his tendency to fly and land with all the grace of a defeated fighter jet.
"Rocketman...?" Rush muttered, surprised at the sight of his annoying colleague. He decided that under no circumstances was he going to let the women defeat him, as there was too much at stake and the odds were too stacked against the heroes to even risk a teleport.
But suddenly, one of the henchwenches struck him hard across the jaw, removing his options. Rush lost consciousness as he teleported to the nearest hospital.
Rush's assistance arrived a moment too late as the mob of henchwomen was lifted off of the floor and scattered in all directions by a blast of dark purple light. The Goddess looked at where the beam had originated from and saw an unusual sight, a hovering, dark purple, semi-transparent, squid-like creature. It floated down, it's tentacles lazily trailing behind it.
"What is a Nictus doing here? Or is it a Warshade?"
The flying squid swooped down and opened its mouth, firing another blast of purple light which knocked the Pixie off of her feet and sent her sprawling. It did a whimsical flip then came nearly to a landing next to Matamoros and in a mindbending display of color it transformed into a hulking yet still semi-transparent creature with glowing eyes that resembled some sort of bipedal rhinocerous.
"My name is Mischa," it said to him without making a sound, somehow speaking into his mind with a cheerful female voice. "and you look like you could us help more than that other guy right now."
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then louder so his voice would carry, "But when I get done with ya, I'll deal with the OLD **** on the chandelier."
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The goddess swung her head at the well aimed insult, and lost just enough of her concentration to keep Jonny Rocket from becoming a rather unsightly mess on the ballroom floor.
Rocketman twisted in midair, and managed to hit the floor with minimal impact...all things considering. He felt his teeth rattle and his shoulder give a painful crack as he crashed to the marble floor. He rolled over quickly, and stifled a wince of pain as he hopped back to his feet.
He regained his composure, and at exactly the right time too. Bullets began to pelt all around him from a turret which looked to be digitally operated by a man in military garb.
"FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY!" Jonny shouted. "I JUST GOT HURDLED THROUGH THE AIR BY A PSYCHIC AND NOW YOU'RE SHOOTING AT ME. THIS PARTY SUCKS!"
Jonny stutter-stepped past the first few bullets, and then he was off again. Running, always running. However, the pain in his hip, probably a direct result from the fall, made it that much more of a chore. He dashed down to the end of the room, avoiding the multitude of mercenaries, harpies and supervillains as best he could. Without thinking, he turned horizontal, and began running along the wall in a display of pure speed and disregard. The turret followed his every move, riddling the wall with bullets. Thankfully, it was always a step behind.
"Umm...little help here?!" he yelled to the man battling the girl with the claws and the strange sqid-like creature that now stood beside him.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the masses of villains closing in, and realized soon he wouldn't have very much room to run.
Mischa let out an unearthly roar and crossed the room in a single step as she teleported in the oncoming mob. The ground and air around her filled with strange light and the villains felt as if some of their energy had been drained away.
With another roar she smashed the machine gun turret and then started after the operator, her footsteps shaking the floor.
The Dark Commander stood there for a moment looking at the new creature and plainly said. Hello. I think you met one of these before? his commando upholstered a weapon most likely bought or stolen from crey designed to take on such a creature. And with that turn of the head the first blast surely forced it away as the Commando spoke this time blowing his cigar. Now if you didnt mind you ugly freak my superior wouldnt like to get attacked by one of your types. No offence its his style and you most likely scare children. Soon after the commando chased after the creature avoiding its attacks as he could attacking it as if hunting the creature. Mean while the dark commander heard on his radio again as he responded. Alright make your eta 7 or less. We have a special target in here if possible lets try to get it to the labs for study. So I want a containment crew on standby to interrupt its medical teleport. After a moment another voice kicked in saying. That will take 10 minutes sir at least to hack into their grid to interrupt the signal. With a nod he puts his radio back into his coat and looks at the battle now his air about him that showed experience and also he watched the battle carefully as the personal force field generator was still active and placed to protect his men and himself that were on the landing before the door. Even the force fields deployed to keep any one from getting close by both stairs proved to fail with 3 soldiers (one of them medic) and 2 special ops took shots at the assigned targets from time to time when they had a clear shot. And shot more often as they would near the stairs or the employer.
The Commando lost track of Mischa as she went around a corner and vanished in a flash of darklight. He held the quantum gun at ready and scanned around, then suddenly found himself unable to move.
Tendrils of dark energy wrapped around his body and the alien stepped out of the shadows, wreathed in twisting color. She was now in the form of a tall, thin woman dressed in a robe with a mask covering her entire face. Her bare feet padded the floor softly as she approached.
"Yes, this hurts like hell." She said as she took the weapon from his hand and threw it into the corner, destroying it with a beam protected from her hand. Then she looked back at him. "This with hurt too!" and he was launched through the air by another burst of energy.
Mischa cloaked herself in negative energy again and moved off to plan her next move.
(Sorry, but Quantum Weapons are a friggin' cheap tactic.)
(( OCC: Ok thank you guys for your input but i ask you to suspend posting until i finish writing the next post because i have had a very busy week and i have a lot of the battle to catch up on so please do not respond to the post until i have had a chance to update the post on all the new action.
ps. don't worry i will post tonight, i just need a little time
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sincerely, TemptingTorrent))
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He launched himself toward his adversary. Their punches landed square on each others chins and they both flew back equal distance. He brought his hand to his chin and craned his neck."Nice punch ya got there ****," he began, then louder so his voice would carry, "But when I get done with ya, I'll deal with the OLD **** on the chandelier."
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How dare you refer to my mistress in such a manner, you will pay for your disrespect! said the valkyrie as she began to sparkle with a sheen which Shiro, an experienced fighter, recognized as some form of invulnerability. The valkyrie charged Shiro in a low fighting stance allowing her hands to slice through the floor as if it were made of water.
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The goddess swung her head at the well aimed insult, and lost just enough of her concentration to keep Jonny Rocket from becoming a rather unsightly mess on the ballroom floor
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OH YOU MUST REALLY HAVE A DEATH WISH YOU LITTLE WORM DONT WORRY, IM--- The goddesses voice trailed off as she snapped her head to the opposite end of the room towards the pixie.
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Matamoros rolled to the side and quickly retrieved his assault rifle once more, the switch still on 'Full Automatic.' "You want to play, demoness? Alright, let's play." Matamoros squeezed the trigger...
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The little pixie backed up against the wall revealing panic as Matamoros pulled the trigger. The goddess dashed in between them and glowed a splendid psionic energy. It was a kaleidoscope of pink, purple, and scarlet. Each bullet stopped mere centimeters from the goddesss perfect eyes as they were lit with a Fiery tears.
Never will I let anyone harm my darling charmer, Said the goddess in an eerily calm and echoing voice. Sweetheart, said the goddess to the pixie, mommy, has business to take care of use a jutsu like a good girl and heal yourself a bit
The pixie stood, feet together and with her hands in a special position, performed a quick jutsu that caused a green energy to spin around her for a few seconds.
Mother, this is my fight, allow me--- said the pixie before she got cut off.
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But suddenly, one of the henchwenches struck him hard across the jaw, removing his options. Rush lost consciousness as he teleported to the nearest hospital.
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Rush's assistance arrived a moment too late as the mob of henchwomen was lifted off of the floor and scattered in all directions by a blast of dark purple light. The Goddess looked at where the beam had originated from and saw an unusual sight,
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.The flying squid swooped down and opened its mouth, firing another blast of purple light which knocked the Pixie off of her feet and sent her sprawling.
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Charmer, shouted the goddess a little shocked but confident that her pixie had been healed enough to with stand the blast, go to the dark commander and ask him if he has the teleporter jammer up yet. I would myself but telepathy is not a valid use of my power when I need to kill this crazed gunman.
yes my mistress as the girl faded into a shadow.
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The flying squid swooped down and opened its mouth, firing another blast of purple light which knocked the Pixie off of her feet and sent her sprawling. It did a whimsical flip then came nearly to a landing next to Matamoros and in a mindbending display of color it transformed into a hulking yet still semi-transparent creature with glowing eyes that resembled some sort of bipedal rhinocerous.
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Ew, I guess I have to dispose of both--- said the goddess until she was cut off
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Mischa let out an unearthly roar and crossed the room in a single step as she teleported in the oncoming mob. The ground and air around her filled with strange light and the villains felt as if some of their energy had been drained away.
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Ugh, how did you do that you little garden slug said the goddess
Ow! what the %@#$ was that! said the valkyrie
No matter said the goddess, I still have more than enough power to kill you. she said as she shot a wave of psionic energy flowing toward Matamoros.
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Out of the corner of his eye he saw the masses of villains closing in, and realized soon he wouldn't have very much room to run.
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Oh dont think Ive forgotten about you! said the goddess as she sent barrage of needle sized psionic darts towards the little speed demon, Even if rush is gone, I still want a manservant said the malicious beauty as the tiny pink darts converged upon Johnny
(( wow, you people write up a storm dont you! well you may now continue posting and if I got chronology or actions wrong
.please bare with me and fix them in your own posts
ps. Im interested to see the outcome of the nictus/commander battle ))
Shiro's eye shifted around the room. He took in all that was happening and begin to shake with anticipation. He shifted his feet going into a defensive stance as the valkyrie charged, only to see her stop by the energy drain fromthe Warshade. Having had a Nictus housed in his own body for a brief time gave him a little insight.
He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. He took a long drag before speaking, "You know Valkyrie ****, it got a little crowded in here." He blew a puff of smoke into the air. He turned his head back to the valkyrie, the fire of enjoyment not as noticable now, before continuing, "Let's adjourn to a different locale."
He threw the spent cigarette to the side as he began his charge. Using the charge to increase his speed, he planted his feet and lunged into her. The leap brought extra power to his tackle as they headed towards the far wall. He felt her tense as her body struck the wall.
The force took them through the wall. As they flew into the hall she used his own momentum to shift their position before they crashed into the next wall. He let his concentration slip from his opponent just slightly to create an energy field behind him, buffering the impact. His energy field hit first, then the slight dampening field, then his body as they crashed through the other wall into...
((I know it was cheap but I make sure Im prepared for things and have a plan incase another is fouled ^.^ ))
There goes my commando
and about 2 minutes the things medical teleport should be jammed soon so men be sure to put more heat on the other heroes to force it to protect them. Itll buy us some time.
His metallic gloves seemed very advanced though for how sleek it was wouldnt register to any one who was busy.
He directed his mens fire toward the speeder to see if his special ops could make him stick to a nice spot. But the gunman still posed a threat but more over was the war shade without his commando in action.
Time to let in some back up. He kicked open the door as his timer went off for his reinforcement came in they wore a plain full combat outfit with even goggles and breathers.
Alright gunners you will go down onto the main floor is a set of waves.
Control the crowd of captives and if a hero tries to take you on threaten to kill them.
These hero types wont seem like heroes to these high social ends with plenty of money to fork over to the employer.
That if the hero doesnt cooperate which will damage the image of heroes all around hopefully.
If they do give up first chance you get preferably a head shot. And take the captives to a safer room so their not damaged in the fight.
He now let in a few men that knew how to install more turrets and a technician worked on modifying the personal force field generator to keep the creature out of the choke point ledge.
Two bulky looking men were the first to come down the undamaged stairs stood just 7 feet tall and their suits seemed like a containment metal shell.
The first you could see his foot steps were a ice trail as a clear heavy breathing could be heard as hard and gasping as the other had a radiation warning on the back of his containment suit.
You vill die like comrades in Russia..
the radioactive soldier spoke as he moved left side of the room.
soo.. *cough* coooollldd.. even though this one nearly the same muscle size as his other his touch left a crumbled pillar to turn frozen from where he touched even though they were in the suits their powers were dampened it seemed for safety reasons.
I would like you to meet some experiments of the process of humans getting inhuman powers like you have. Though I personally would like to let you know they both are my soldiers and were very willing to help the Core. And I warn you without proper protection certain more vulnerable heroes could get radiation poisoning or freeze limbs off or die from the cold.. Core Elite Vald and Core Elite Vince.. say hello to the employers unwelcome guests.
((made up these guys to be hard mini bosses and yes if you like you can kill them for it would be hard other wise to take them in for their condition. So you know their references to a sg I have. Hope youll get a good fight out of them.))
Matamoros emptied his magazine at the woman, each round being stopped cold mere centimeters in front of her. In retaliation, the woman launched a psionic attack. It was not fully or easily visible, but the strange energy vibe that passed through Matamoros' body alerted him to it. He managed to brace himself for the attack, which knocked him several feet back and into a pillar, cracking it.
Matamoros fell to one knee, but within a few seconds he stood again, cracking his neck. "That's quite some power you have there," he said, raising his assault rifle towards her, the grenade maganize rotating a fresh round in, "but I know you cannot keep up these shields and attacks forever. Your psychic powers are based upon your willpower and I know that you can only stand so much. Soon you will grow weary and you will be all mine!" A grin stretched up in the corner of his mouth under his full-helm as he pulled the trigger, firing a grenade at her.
His rant was somewhat a bluff, somewhat true, the bluff being that he too was growing weary. "I know you're poking around in here," he was thinking to himself, "but I assure you, my willpower is far greater than you could possibly imagine."
Jonny watched with fascination as the strange creature leapt across the room in a single bound and smashed the sadistic turret right in front of his eyes. In fact, he was so infatuated that he momentarily forgot that only his incredible momentum was keeping him glued to the wall, and he unceremoniously fell off.
"WOW! umm...that was...thanks!" he mumbled as he rubbed the newly forming bump on the side of his head. With his immediate danger out of the way, he turned to face the oncoming horde of harpies...until he realized there were about two dozen pink needle-like mind darts streaming his way.
Jonny sighed as he easily moved to the other end of the room in a brief flash. "Is that the best you can d--" his insult was cut off as he noticed the change in angle the darts made, effectively following him across the room.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Jonny screamed as needles closed in. At the last moment he dashed off to the left, and the needles followed in tow. All of this running was making him tired, but luckily, he had a plan. He sped up to near unfathomable speed as the harpies tried relentlessly to corner him.
"You want me?" he screamed in delight at the goddess's henchman that now dashed in front of him to impede his progress. "YOU GOT ME!"
Jonny Rocket collided shoulder-first at neckbreaking speed with the harpies. The sight was something akin to seeing someone make a strike down at the Paragon City Bowling Alley. Disfigured Harpies flew this way and that as Jonny continue to fly down the ball room. He didn't dare stop because he knew those needles were but a second behind him. Luckily a second is all he would need.
"This one is for Rush you sadistic son of a b!tch" The Rocketman screamed as his momentum brought him crashing into the dark commander's force field, weakening it greatly.
The villains eyes widened in suprise and mischevious triumph as he realized his force field had withstood the attack...but where was the one they called Rocketman? He felt a light tap on his shoulder, and when he whirled around there was Jonny. Rocket stood there with arms crossed and a smile planted slyly on his face.
He had placed the dark commander in between himself and the psychic needles...and with his weaked force field, Jonny doubted the commander could withstand another attack like the one that was coming his way.
Jonny's sly smile widened into a mischevious grin as the commander wipped back around, suddenly realizing the danger of the situation...
With the realization of this he used one of his own men as a meat shield in the darts path to protect himself as the first few broke the force field it self than the others penetrated into the soldiers chest ripping apart the armor hearing a gurgled scream as the Dark Commanders gloves now glowed as he used his own man to take the force seeing him fade as one would through the medical teleport system.
My men have a good health insurance plan. He will be revived at the base.. * His timer goes off again * you best help your friendly war shade. Since it has lost the benefits of being teleported before death.
The two containment suited men Vald and Vince were now ready to fight the war shade.
we vill bury you
said the heavy toned radioactive soldier in the containment suit as inside controls opened several vents increasing the danger for those within reach of him as the others suit had done the same. All the while the soldiers on the ball room floor started forcibly evacuating the guests into a more defended room for the goddess to deal with later.
If you really want to fight me it wont stop them since you will more likely will be responsible for that creatures death since you spent your time on me.
With that you felt your eyes sting for a few moments when I set off a flash grenade pushing you out of the way to leave the room as reinforcements come in right after I leave the room.
Shoot any hero that comes out of that room! Ill contact our employer to tell her to get out of the room with her personnel. Soon after getting on the radio he has making his way up stairs to where the captives are being moved.
Leaving the two soldiers now in the room that are in the containment suits and those 6 closest to rocket trying to subdue him. Vince went on the attack freezing any matter closest to him and chucking it at the war shade as Vald waited as the glow from inside his suit showed that his radiation was now leaking from his suit as was the temperature around Vince dropping slowly.
((as a boss/villain I have to drag out my fight to the end and those guys are my mini bosses so you might need the other hero to help take them down as a trick with the suits is that the less they are contained the more dangerous they are ones cold and the other is a radioactive core since heroes dont usually kill you might have to make a exception for them but you might figure out another way to defeat them hero style.))
(( I hope this is okay: I'm bringing in Big Al Bino, one of my alts. This marks the first time Al and Rush have been seen together, made possible through the magic of messageboard roleplaying. ))
The hospital healed him up quite nicely, and on his way back to the ballroom/warzone Rush encountered another hero who'd recieved his distress call.
This one was over seven feet tall with shoulders almost as wide. While his thickly-muscled body was impressive, by far the most noticeable thing about him was his pale white skin and matching hair, which gave him the appearance similar to an albino. In fact, his heroic moniker was a variation of that: Big Al Bino.
Rush explained the situation as they traveled toward the ballroom building; he had to hang back a bit since Al didn't have a super-jump ability.
"You have GOT to show me how you do that," Al told Rush as he made due with his Combat Jumping. His pale skin gave off a soft glow of invulnerability, useful in case he accidentally attracted fire from the irate gangs in the area.
"Special soles built into my boots," Rush explained. "This isn't a natural power of mine; I just saved up a lot to get these. I got tired of some places being unreachable."
"In that case, I gotta get me a pair o'those. How much?" Al's jaw dropped when Rush told him how much the soles were priced.
Rush perched on a rooftop overlooking the ballroom building. 'Well, here we are. The warzone is in there, and it's NOT pretty."
Al scratched his head. "I thought you said there were hot women in there."
"There are," Rush explained. "But unless you like dating homicidal women--"
"First time for everything."
Rush shook his head. "There are also a few more supervillains, at least one other lame hero, and now a bunch of soldiers." He used his enhanced hearing and vision to get a clearer idea of what was going on inside. "So like I said: ugly."
Al flexed his muscles, and jumped onto the rooftop ledge near Rush. "So what're we waitin' for? Let's do this!" With that, he leaped off the rooftop and aimed for one of the shattered windows, his bulk just barely fitting through the frame.
"Wait, what're you--?" Rush asked, watching his new teammate tackle a giant in a glowing radiation suit who was standing near the window. Shrugging, Rush leaped off the building as well, allowing a surge of adrenaline to blast through his system as he entered through a different window in the same room than Al Bino did. He landed just in time to watch Al toss the glowing brute at the ice-emitting one.
Lenny's breath came heavily. He had managed to keep himself out of sight by manipulating the minds of the other combatants in the room, but he was growing tired. With new bodies falling into the fray like so many ragdolls tossed in a blender, the villain knew he could not keep up his ruse much longer.
Slowly, steadily, he began creeping toward the nearest exit, what had been a grand window only minutes previously. The amount of destruction in and around the building was incredible, and if Lenny could figure out a way to come out on top and take the credit for it, his popularity would skyrocket. First, however, he needed to rest.. rest... rest....
As he drew near the window, Lenny collapsed into an unconscious respite from the chaos sorrounding him.
"Probably quite a bit," he chuckled. He gave the valkyre a wicked smile as she rushed toward him. He prepped himself for the onslaught when he felt the wave of energy coming toward him. He pivoted around, brought up his arms across his face reflexively, and met energy wave with his own energy shield. He moved only a few inches and gave out a laugh, "So the floating pretty boy wants to join the fight."
A scream to his side brought his attention back to the charging valkyre. His smile never left his face as his eyes darted between the floating pyschic and charging valkyre. He contemplated only for a brief moment before slamming his fist into the ballroom floor, knocking the valkyre flat onto her back. "I will be right back, tramp," he said as he turned to look at the floating pretty boy. Over his shoulder he said, "Keep your dance card open. I will be right back."
He used his leg strength to propel himself towards the pyschic, while saying, "Prepare pretty boy for some righteous pain."
((OOC: Technically Shiro is a villain, but he is the honorable villain type and possibly the villain I have "go good" when the option becomes available.))