Marshall got there just in time to help a large man in a suit with spines coming out of his body finish off a thug who was trying to steal a purse. the man said "Thanks for that. The hapless citizens here call me The Omniscient Omnivore, but my friends call me Griff. thats a mighty loud voice you got there."
((OOC: This is my first attempt at starting a RP thread so bear with me. The premise of this one is: A group of heroes with severe difficulty in living normal lives, due to some side effect of their powers, such as uncontrolled aspects of mutations and such. Basically they're heroes because it's impossible for them to be anything else.))
Marshall Stack was exhausted, it had been a rough first week as a hero. His vocal chords weren't used to the strain of actually being used, resulting in a sore throat. Ever since he deafened his own mother he had been living as a mute. His voice worked perfectly well, a little too well. Even the simple act of saying "Hello" was liable to blast a hole in a wall or destroy a car. It did have it's uses though, thugs were a lot less likely to fight you when they were unconscious or clutching at their bleeding ears. Marshall knew he looked nothing like a hero. If anything, he looked like he belonged in a heavy metal band, with the leather jacket and jeans tucked into black motorcycle boots. He noticed his reflection in a shop window as he passed.
*Man, it's no wonder the people I've rescued think I'm going to mug them too,* Marshall thought to himself *I look just as much like a thug as some of the actual thugs!*
Passing an alleyway he caught the sounds of a struggle taking place. With the gruff curses and grunts he guessed that a group of Trolls were jumping someone. Then, he heard the sound of an unknown power going off and realized that a fellow hero was being attacked. With a sigh, he started down the alley to lend a hand.....
((There, I hope I've got that off to a pretty good start. And just so you know, Marshall is a sonic/devices blaster. Due to the fact that he can't shut his powers off he rarely speaks, and even then he tries to be as quiet as possible about it, even though his whisper can be heard over a subway train.))
See, it's gems like these that make me check Claws' post history every once in a while to make sure I haven't missed anything good lately.