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"Them Capes are idiots anyway. We busted in, did our thing, and ran back out laughing our heads off..."
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Sometimes it takes an idiot to catch an idiot.
With a loud *CRASH* the glorious, magnificent El Guapo Grande, champion of goats and pigs everywhere, smashed into the Hellion's base.
He used the front door this time...though there wasn't anything left of it now.
There were more than enough shadows in Oranbega.
Xander Starfall sat quietly in one, cloaked in darkness, watching the Circle ritual. He'd seen them use this trap a couple of times before, and it always kept him up nights. He wished, more than anything, that he could help the poor dupe.
It was the hardest part of the intelligence game.
Ever since the Circle of Thorns had performed experiments on the Warshades of Paragon, trying to find a better way to posess a victim, the 'shades had been keeping a close on on the mages. Today it had been Xander's turn to do the stake-out.
Rumors were flying in the tiny Warshade community that something was up, but this defied even the most cynical of expectations.
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"Behold!" the Archmage announced, "I, Baron Zoria, shall on this day break down the walls of worlds! We shall call upon the other side, and the days of glorious Oranbega shall return!"
"Imuras...modeas...caranum...sahkbauum...
The gathered didn't even seemed to notice anymore, mecghis streaming all about the Great Hall. Torches and candles flickered, their flames disturbed by the malevolent radiance of power.
"With this tool," Zoria produced a spirit thorn from his robes, handing it to 'Pariah', "we release your dormant power! Take and behold, for you shall achieve beyond your wildest dreams!"
It was a trap, of course - a trap the Circle of Thorns had been using for millenia.
'Pariah' simply nodded, taking the thorn.
"To you: thanks." he stated coldly and promptly thrust the thorn into Zoria's own black heart!
"Deceiver!" the Baron wailed in agony as he stumbled back, clutching the vile thing sucking out his soul, trying to remove it with every ounce of power in him...
"Destroy him! Destroy him now!" he called to the gathered.
But neither action was to any avail. The thorn was embedded firmly, and the gathered too entranced to notice anything anymore.
"Sharlatan..." the once mighty archvillain lamented, going to his knees as his body withered away, the maintaining magics breaking down, "You never intended to aid us! The opening of the gates was all a farce!"
Something clicked within the ragged robes of 'Pariah'.
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Xander gasped audibly. This turn of events was... who knows what the heck it was, but he needed to get out of there and fast! People were going to need to know!
Fortunately, there were more than enough shadows in Oranbega.
The Warshade followed a string of shadow, hopping erratically from one to another as he ran.
Stay calm, you know the way. You've done this before, Stelleshand tryed to soothe it's host....
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A large metallic figured clanked through the emergency doors of the hospital. It was six feet tall and sheeted in tarnished bronze. It's oddly proportioned body was covered with fans and vents, and his head had a calming configuration of purple LEDs simulating a face.
It's name was Helper.
Though the robot had no proper healing abilities, DATA had dispatched him to the hospital for his ability to speed and enhance the performance of the actual healers. If he could manage to increase their efficiency even just a little, it might just be able to save the lives of a few of Paragon's Heroes.
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Detective Jon MacMaetor waited outside the Hellion base, 9 mm pistol at the ready. He shifted the weight of his kevlar vest. Some of the younger cops seemed able to live in those things, but he could never quite get used to them.
He'd been on the force for twenty five of his fourty nine years. At first they tried to promote him to Lieutenant, but he had wanted none of it. Refused to take the test. He wanted to stay a detective. Jon felt he could do the most good in that capacity.
Then the PPD tried to retire him. He threatened to turn vigilante if they did. Even people without powers can believe in justice, he'd said.
So, he remained, near fifty and on the street. The grey hair at his temples shifted slightly in the breeze, tickling him just a bit. He decided it was time for a haircut.
Tommorow.
Today these Hellions had to be brought in.
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Sometimes it takes an idiot to catch an idiot.
With a loud *CRASH* the glorious, magnificent El Guapo Grande, champion of goats and pigs everywhere, smashed into the Hellion's base.
He used the front door this time...though there wasn't anything left of it now.
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"Heroes," Detective MacMaetor sighed. Some of them had no common sense at all.
"Uagh!!" the red-haired young man spluttered as he shot into a seated position. His left hand scrambled frantically for his strange, outdated-looking spectacles and he fumbled them onto his face.
Pariku's breath heaved as he looked around the tiny apartment, wide-eyed. His eyes rested on the bedroom doorway at the end of the short hall.
Those resonations...
"NENA!" he barked, pounding on the door. "Get up, we are going to MAGI immediately!"
"NARGH." came a pillow-ruffled snarl of disapproval from behind the door.
"I know you're still sleeping, Nena, but this is important." the young man argued at the door. "I have not sensed this magnitude of magical manipulations since before we planeshifted here in the first place!"
He sighed in remembrance. That stupid, stupid girl had disrupted his planeshifting spell and sent them both to this frighteningly futuristic (yet fascinating) locale of Paragon City. Luckily for them, the kind woman at MAGI, Azuria, seemed quite used to such phenomena and kindly provided them both with a place to live in Atlas.
"What the HELL...." a female voice snapped as the door fired open, revealing a twenty-something girl wearing nothing but a blanket wrapped about her, "...do you need ME for?"
Nena was the type of girl that men took a second glance at, despite her oddities. Magical occurences back on their home world had transformed her into a lycanthrope, but via magical means instead of the standard occult practices. She was a werefox, but even in her human form she had perky, triangular red and black ears and a long, fluffy tail. Nena's hair was a striking sunset orange, quite similar to Pariku's, actually, except it curled and rippled down in playful waves down nearly to the small of her back.
Pariku promptly gripped his nose, his glasses filling with fog.
"Nena!" he gasped. "P-put some clothes on!"
"Yeah, yeah.....What, you think I sleep in my armor?"
"N-no, but --"
"You squishy cloth-wearers are all the same." Nena muttered, slamming the door in Pariku's face. "I'll be ready soon."
"Oh, dear oh dear." Pariku mumbled to himself, feebly reaching for a tissue.
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The two of them walked into Azuria's office at MAGI not half an hour later, Nena in her glimmering green dragon-skin armor, the shining broadsword strapped to her back. Pariku walked along with her, nodding in greeting to Azuria.
"Greetings, madame." he said, with a bow. "I was wondering if you had any news regarding that great arcane disruption not long ago."
Japancakes.
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"Funny I was going to ask the same thing," a short, spiky haired 'kid' in a grey fur coat said as he walked up behind the two offworlders.
Ryuji was just a bit perturbed, given his locater talismans had all simultaneously shorted out.
((Heck? Why not. Never used him in an RP before, and he seems to be working well enough in game. . .))
This had to be the place. A new page of his destiny would unfold here.
"So," Reginald Gelato said, as he scanned the great Oranbegan hall he had arrived in. "Oracle. Why is it that I am here again?" He was a tall, muscular man, dressed in black tech armor of some kind, wearing black sunglasses.
He had brought out a strange object, appearing to be a simple stone tablet, but no sooner did he speak to it than an image of a woman with short blonde hair and glasses appeared in its center.
"Reggie, come on!" the Oracle protested. "I can't TELL you why you're here. May I ask how many times I have to tell you that telling the future changes it before it worms its way into your head?" She smiled.
"Well. . . at least I know what my contact told me," Reginald sighed. "Baron Zoria himself is said to be in this section of Oranbega, at this very moment. If I can stop him. . ."
The Oracle chuckled. "Yes! Yes, ah, excellent idea! Will fix everything. . ." She chuckled again, unable to help herself.
"What the. . .Oracle, you know something, don't you?"
"No, of course not," said the Oracle, recovering. "I was just. . .ah. . .remembering an old joke that amused me. And is it really so hard for you to call me Ruth? It's my name."
Reginald ignored this last. He drew a bow and arrow from his back, replacing it with the Oracle, and set an arrow in it. "Well. Whatever it is you are hiding from me. . . I am sure it will be advantageous to rid the world of that Death Mage down there." He let the arrow fly.
((Bah! Forgot to describe him! Yeah, s'not that great of a description, but his costume is pretty simple. :P))
"DAYUMM!!!" the Fallen Gunner gasped as he ate his words, bringing his MG up despite everything in him telling him it wasn't going to do any good.
The other Hellions did the same as best they could, fumbling their weapons out with more or less skill. They were a street gang, after all, and not exactly highly trained.
The Damned was just about the only one who did anything competent. The suddenly arrived man looked like the proverbial brick wall, and guys like that tended to punch really hard.
So placing him in a ring of fire was probably a good idea - if it worked.
'Pariah', in the meantime, let the stolen ring vanish into his tattered robes and turned to slip out the back door, making a rather comical appearance as the tall and lanky figure sneaked away as silently as it could...
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Azuria was quite swamped. There were rerpots coming in from all over: this stolen, that lost, and always a different culprit. Even the Legacy Chain seemed powerless to stop the thefts...Azuria felt very guilty about putting them in harms way by asking the mages to hide some of the artifacts for her.
"Disruption?" she gasped as she was approached, "I don't know what to do anymore. Everything from here to Timbuktu is disrupted in one way or another. It's almost as if every villain group that's even got a tiny hint of magic is laying siege to MAGI. It's just terrible..."
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"Booya!" R0CK-0N yelled loudly, his built-in boombox blasting rock in all directions, "Feel da rythm!"
"Oh yeah!" one of the Slicers threw his arms up in the air and started dancing right in front of the Talos Island tech store as the rest of the gang busted into the building.
"Yo, I meant dem, knucklehead!" the Noise Tank shouted angrily, having to yell over his own pumping music, "Now get in dere an' grab stuff!"
He turned to the extremtly tall, ragged-robed man next to him, "See? I told ya me an' my boyz got da funk..."
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((Hal, is Reginald in the ceremony hall or in another?))
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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Amused, la Comtesse watched the oddly dressed young hero bursting through the front door of the Hellion hideout she'd been watching carefully for the last several hours.
"Nothing like the direct approach," she chuckled to herself. MAGI was obviously sending every hero they could scrounge up after the Hellions. Who can blame them? Azuria's been robbed more times than the corner liquor store...
Pulling the cloak of darkness tighter around herself for concealment, Erzsébet slipped through the alleyway and through the demolished door. "At least he'll provide a distraction for the Hellions while I have a look around," Liz mused to herself, "And lives will be saved if I can recover that ring."
((Sorry, didn't make that clear. Reginald is in a hall very close to the ceremony hall. That's where he's heading, but he's not there yet.))
Jon narrowed his eyes at the broken door. He was sure he just saw something.... weird.... in the swirling dust left behind by Guapo's entrance. He turned to a young officer.
"Call for backup, SWAT if they can spare 'em," he ordered as he holstered his weapon. He reached into his cruiser and pulled his trenchcoat out of the passenger seat. It clanked and rattled, and the younger cop caught a glint of something metallic as he pulled it on.
Jon then went the to trunk of the cruiser, readying the shotgun it contained, and slinging a bandolier of shells across his chest. He pumped the slide, loading the weapon, and headed into the building.
"PPD! FREEZE! WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED!," he yelled in his best loud cop voice.
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Xander practically teleported directly into Reginald in his hurry to get out of Oranbega. It shocked him so much that the young Warshade dropped his cloak of shadow.
He was about 5'-5" tall and rather thin. He had a deep purple buckled leather shirt on over tight black jeans. Long brown hair fell into the corners of his eyes behind his glasses. The boy didn't seem to be much older than 16.
"Oh [censored]," he said in shock, "You're not one of them! We got to get outta here! Come on, we need to tell someone!"
"Tell someone what?" said Reginald. This had to be what the Oracle wanted to happen! He was one step closer to his destiny. . . His jetpack activated, lifting him off the ground.
"No matter. You are young for a hero, but I have never noticed that age has such a profound effect on one's abilities as many say. . . I will accompany you out of here."
"Thanks, Mister," the boy said, calming down a little. For some reason the presence of others made him more at ease than the voice of Stelleshand in his head. Not that he didn't cherish his companion and value it's insights, just there was something reassuring about not being the only body around.
In a display of trust only a panicked teenager is capable of, Xander hastily told Reginald everything he had seen in the Ceremony Hall.
Reginald listened carefully. "I see."
The Oracle activated on his back. "Well, what are you going to do, Reggie?"
"You know what I am going to do," Reginald answered. "So do not ask. You can teleport, correct? Than you can keep up. We must go to MAGI immediately. I understand little of magic. . . there was none in the world I come from."
And with that, Reginald flew at top speed towards the nearest exit to the surface. . .
((Hey, Hal, since Reginald and P&N have met in-game, d'you think they've met in-thread?))
"Calm yourself, madame." Pariku lifted his hands placatingly to Azuria. "We only wish to assist you. Please, let us know what we can do to help."
The young man's psychic abilities made it simple for him to release a wave of calming energy - not incredibly potent, but soothing nonetheless.
Nena, on the other hand, had turned her attention to the grey-coated boy who had come in behind them.
"Hi!" she said cheerfully and rather loudly.
Japancakes.
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Liz slipped deeper into the shadow in the corner, up on the rafter of the warehouse. Spitting a quiet curse in Hungarian.
"There's an awful lot of testosterone in the air tonight," she thought to herself. "Gang members, that door-abusing hero, and now cops. Just what I need."
She moved quietly across the rafter, looking down on the crates stacked haphazardly below, eyes searching, attuned to the dim light that was her home. Gang members, regular grunts, nothing special, moving about in haphazard patrols. No sign of the door-basher, or anyone who looked like a leader of the gang rabble. Her eyes shifted back toward the entrance, searching for the PPD members who "had the place surrounded."
Oldest trick in the book, that one, would even lowly Hellions fall for it?
"Perhaps back in the back," she thought to herself, moving always in the shadows, with the darkness of night wrapped tighly around her. Placing each foot carefully, moving from rafter to shadows of crates and back again as she slipped past the Hellion patrolers.
The boy Warshade followed along as best he could, but teleporting that fast was still exhausting.
Remember to use your forms to your best advantage, Stelleshand reminded.
"Right," Xander said aloud, "So... If he's flying.... then I should use... Dark Nova?"
Try it, and we shall see.
The boy erupted in shadow, his body seeming to turn inside out and disappear in a ball of smokey shadowing tendrils. The Dark Nova had no problem keeping pace with Reginald.
((Hmmm. I think we could probably say they have. And it's Reginald, of course. Ugh, I'm such a hopeless nitpicker.))
"Here," said Reginald, flying up to an ornate wooden door. "This is one of the city exits, I think." He pushed it open, and flew through the cave system it connected to and out into the fresh air . . . well, they were now in Kings Row, so relatively fresh.
Reginald made a beeline for the station. They would reach the MAGI office in no time now. . .
"Skahun skahhedded skahhedz."
"Lat blah'd skahhedz dub tymz."
"Dem ghaashbluuds iz dubbul skahheds!"
"Yub."
"Ryt den - CHARJ!!"
THUD.
"UNF!!"
The Trolls were mad.
The Hellions had been getting all the news lately, and they were just punks! They weren't even real 'gangsters,' more like angry satanists with guns. And so, the Trollboyz were currently attempting to break into another nondescript Hellion warehouse in the classic way - By ramming the back door with a Caliban.
THUD.
"UNF!!"
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The Hellions had been getting all the news lately, and they were just punks! They weren't even real 'gangsters,' more like angry satanists with guns. And so, the Trollboyz were currently attempting to break into another nondescript Hellion warehouse in the classic way - By ramming the back door with a Caliban.
THUD.
"UNF!!"
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((My new favorite bit of slapstick))
OOC: IN the almighty words of some person or other, "Let's get it on!" Also, Devious, I hate you. I wanna make a story thread next. As soon as the rest of them finish up. >_> I, for one, am kind of stretched as it is.
BIC: "VILE VILLAINS!" boomed a loud voice from behind the Noise Tank. "REFRAIN FROM YOUR EVIL-DOING OR FACE A SOUND THRASHING!"
Turning around slowly, almost as though he couldn't believe a hero was stupid enough to walk up behind a group of Freakshow and then yell at them, the Noise Tank beheld the armored form of...
"I AM THE WIELDER OF THE PAINPIPE!" the silver and red, spikey armored figure shouted. He was also quite tall. "AND IT IS MY DUTY AS A DOER OF GOOD TO PUNISH ALL PERPETRATORS OF EVIL!"
Brandishing a long, ribbed lead pipe, Wielder stepped forward and bashed the nearest Freak in the ribs, knocking him back about twenty feet into a brick wall.
OOC: You asked for it. ^_^
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
El Guapo Grande was quite surprised by the sudden tumult of activity.
Not as surprised as the Damned was when he realized the flames surrounding El Guapo Grande were not his puny flames, but the flames of El Guapo Grande's magnificent soul!
Flames empowered by El Guapo Grande's raging sense of self worth.
To the poor pathetic Fallen Gunners, it was like being hit by a semi-truck going full speed down a freeway towing dangerous flammable gases. But NO! It was not such a clumsy thing! What they felt was instead the GLORIOUS power of El Guapo Grande's magnificent, masculine arms!
Detective MacMaetor was satisfied, for the moment, to cover El Guapo Grande as the magnificent man exacted his particular breed of bare-knuckled betterment of humanity.
He shook his head, as if to dismiss the strangely alliterative thoughts, and focused on the Hellions. If one of them some much as blinked wrong he'd lay down a rapid series of suppresive fire buckshot blasts from his shotgun.
((Yay! The Wielder of the Painpipe!))
Reginald flew into the MAGI office and stopped to hover in midair, hoping Xander was close behind.
"I hope we are not interrupting anything," he said, looking around the room. "Oh, hello, Pariku, Nena. It is good to see you two. . ."
"I...I really just don't know." Azuria admitted, "I mean, there's always someone gunning for magic things, most often some small crook who think it'll turn his life around. But this..."
She turned the laptop on her desk around, and on its screen was a list - a very, very, very long list.
"I don't get it. It's like every villain with some sort of magic affilitation decided it's grabbing-day or something. It's just plain crazy...!"
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With a hefty CRUNCH the rust door gave - but not in the expected way.
And the tall ragged figure, along with the Helliosn heading for the back door, were very surprised as the troll hed that suddenly poked through the hole in the metal.
"What tha...?" one of them said, his mouth wide agape, before realizing what was going on and drawing his gun.
The others did the same as quickly as they could while another Damned tired to make troll flambe served on platter of rusty door.
And the rag-robed figure took off again, heading for the stairs to the roof. Some way out still had to be clear...
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The Hellions at the entrance didn't have a chance. Low-powered fire thungs versus a giant wall of muscle and fire tended to end badly for them.
And now the PPD was here too!
"Can this day get any worse?!!!" the Damned screamed as the gang tried to take off running...
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"Do yer thing." R0CK-0N shoved himself between the rag-wearing figure and the attacker, then poceeded to yell, "Pump up the volume! Pump up the volume...!"
And his speakers did the same, blasting massive wave of sound at Wielder, a few Juicer and Stunner freaks joining into the fray while the melee guys made sure to stay out of the painpipe's range...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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"GAAAH!!" The Caliban screamed, rock armor forming protectively around his face as he was pulled out of the hole.
The Hellions thought they could barely hear a call of "Kerboom id!" Before, of all things, the door was riddled with spines before a giant boulder sent it crashing inward. If it worked, the Hellions would be utterly skewered.
((Arlight then, I've been wanting to get a story RP going for some time now, so I reckon now's as good a time as any. Standard rules apply - be courteous, no god-moding, and that's about it. Hope yalls have fun with it.))
For now, feel free to have your character(s) come in just about anywhere, including, but not limited to, the depths of Oranbega, the Legacy Chain office, the Kings Row hospital, or the Hellion warehouse.
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"Imuras...modeas...caranum...sahkbauum...
"It will not be long now." the heavy-robed Archmage smiled fiendishly as the cremeony's chants took effect, reverberating forcefully off the ancient stone walls and high, vaulted ceilings of Orenbega, "Soon, it will all be over."
'Pariah' nodded, the ragged robes that covered his entire body moving with the gesture.
"Come now, Lost One." the Archmage beckoned as he stepped up onto the pedestal while the mages gathered on the floor fell more and more into their trance, "With your dormant power, we shall thrust open the gates once more!"
"Gates...will open..." 'Pariah' spoke slowly, almost forced, following to the pedestal.
"Behold!" the Archmage announced, "I, Baron Zoria, shall on this day break down the walls of worlds! We shall call upon the other side, and the days of glorious Oranbega shall return!"
"Imuras...modeas...caranum...sahkbauum...
The gathered didn't even seemed to notice anymore, mecghis streaming all about the Great Hall. Torches and candles flickered, their flames disturbed by the malevolent radiance of power.
"With this tool," Zoria produced a spirit thorn from his robes, handing it to 'Pariah', "we release your dormant power! Take and behold, for you shall achieve beyond your wildest dreams!"
It was a trap, of course - a trap the Circle of Thorns had been using for millenia.
'Pariah' simply nodded, taking the thorn.
"To you: thanks." he stated coldly and promptly thrust the thorn into Zoria's own black heart!
"Deceiver!" the Baron wailed in agony as he stumbled back, clutching the vile thing sucking out his soul, trying to remove it with every ounce of power in him...
"Destroy him! Destroy him now!" he called to the gathered.
But neither action was to any avail. The thorn was embedded firmly, and the gathered too entranced to notice anything anymore.
"Sharlatan..." the once mighty archvillain lamented, going to his knees as his body withered away, the maintaining magics breaking down, "You never intended to aid us! The opening of the gates was all a farce!"
Something clicked within the ragged robes of 'Pariah'.
"Negative..."
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The Equalizer swore as another victim was carried away on a stretcher and into a waiting ambulance. He looked spitefully at the still-burning building, fire crews fiercely battling the blaze.
"Any word?" the SWAT Grenadier commanding the rescue effort wanted to know, wincing at the sight of another young mage being taken away. No one knew if he would make it.
Legacy of Light they called themselves - members of the Legacy Chain, a through and through good organization.
It wasn't fair!
"We've called in as many heroes as we could, Sir." the Equalizer reported, "Anyone who can help with the fire was called here, and the ones with healing abilities to the hospital."
The Grenadier nodded stoically as the last ambulance howeled down the streets of Kings Row and away to the medical center.
It had been terrible. An entire covenant either slain or at the brink of death. Only the fire had brought any attention to the building in the first place, and even then it had take a while for the PPD to arrive.
How many had died in that time? Fighting for a good cause, battling valiantly against evil even though it was generally agreed that the Legacy Chain did not have the strongest of magics at their disposal.
Magic gone awry was the general concensus of the cause. But villainy was more probable, even though forensics hadn't been able to prove so yet. They had only found one thing - a ragged robe, mostly turned to ashes by now.
The SWAT team only hoped a few heroes would arrive soon. The fire was raging out of control, Paragon's fire department already heavily stressed all around with Hellions...
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"Oh yeah, we're gonna do it this time!" the Hellion yelled excitedly as he drew the last chalk sigil onto the concrete floor, neatly arranged around a pentagram.
"Hahaha, it's the big times now, man!" another laughed, nudging 'Pariah' in the ribs, "We got a BIG plan, huh?"
"Shut up, you morons." the Damned snarled at them, "And make sure you do it right this time. We can't afford to mess up."
"Hey man, no sweat. We can't mess up on this one. We got Pariah here, and..."
"We got it!" a Fallen Gunner suddenly brust through a door with the rest of his gang, greediy clutching a glittering ring in his fingers, "We got it!"
"Shut up!" the Damned warned, hastily slamming the door shut again, "You want some Cape to find us?"
"Haha, ain't gonna happen, Boss." the Gunner handed the ring to 'Pariah', "They're busy all around town. Lifting this thing from MAGI was even easier than the last two dozen times."
Little did he know that Azuria was fed up with this - she had called just about every hero she had contact with, asking them for help to crack down on the Hellions. They'd been stealing artifacts from the MAGI vaults for only a few days, and already so much was gone she'd lost count.
"But yeah, none of 'em saw us." the Fallen Gunner added, "Them Capes are idiots anyway. We busted in, did our thing, and ran back out laughing our heads off..."
((And no, I'm not gonna spoon-feed the plot to ya in post one.
Be warned, though - this RP's gonna have a twist, so be ready.
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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