Marie Auberge glided on her feet out of the local Icon store. Meaning, of course, that she walked very smoothly. It pays to be exact, in Paragon City.
Her arms were weighted by shopping bags, but this didn't ruffle her classy expression, and her short red hair was, as usual, perfect. People expected things of French women. French men might well be smelly, disheveled, romantic fellows, but French women were thought... known, to be sharp and unattainable.
It wasn't a secret that she flew through other days as Tricolore, but she was still one among many heroes and her presence went mostly unnoticed, except as the kind of woman not to idly approach looking for dates.
She walked by the City of Gyros and... hesitated. They did taste very good...
"Welcome to Wiener Shack, may I take your order?" Mona 'Mo' Webber said begrudgingly to the overweight, pimply, nearsighted, and buck-toothed moron in front of her.
"El Guapo Grande recomends the GLORIOUS Salsa Spice Dog!" El Guapo Grande, Manager of Wiener Shack since he accidently sat on the previous manager, announced loudly.
"Yes, I will have a regular hot dog with three ounces of relish, two ounces of ketchup, two ounces of mustard, and cooked at exactly 400 degrees," the moron ordered.
"Comin right up," Mo said sadly.
Minutes later, the hot dog was ready, and she presented it to the customer.
"WHAT'S THIS? This was cooked at 390 degrees and has two and a half ounces of ketchup! I'm not paying," he whined.
"I'm sorry sir, I can fix it for you but..."
"NO EXCUSES! I'm calling the Better Business Bureau!" the customer exclaimed.
Mo's patience was now gone.
"OH I'm SOOOO sorry I put HALF an ounce of ketchup extra on your hot dog! I'm SOOOOO sorry our machine has only ONE setting! And I'm SOOOO sorry I did my job!" Mo reached over, grabbed the customer by the collar, and brought him close to her face. Quite an accomplishment given her very small size, "Here's how it's going to work, bucko, you're gonna pay, you're gonna eat your dog, you're gonna say 'That was delicious!' and you're gonna tip me. [censored] like you make my day VERY difficult, and I've just about had it. Kapisch?!"
"I-I'm telling your manager! This is assault!" the customer squealed.
"El Guapo Grande is the manager, and El Guapo Grande is scared of her. She has most magnificent hero license as well!"
"...and by not paying, you're STEALIN! That means I can put your face through a wall. And don't think I won't, either, this is my fourth job in six months," Mo's look was one that would strike fear into the hearts of even the most evil and vile villain.
The customer emptied his wallet, ate the hot dog, and ran away, screaming 'delicious!' as he went.
"Thank you, come again!" Mo said sweetly, her attitude pulling a 180.
"Welcome to Badio Hack, your home for all electronics!" the Little guy said as Ainu walked in.
Oh how Ainu hated shopping, everyone wanted to help and she know it was just her looks. Once she would like to walk into a store and have the people go "What the heck you want and leave her alone.
"How can I help you? What are you looking for? Looking for anything in particular?" the little guy just went on and on.
"Look pal, your not going to get a date out of me so back off" is what she wanted to say, instead however...
"I am looking for a new tv." Ainu said
"Ah yes, let me show you the ones we ahve that mgiht fit you" he said nicely
"Fit me? What am I supposed to wear them not watch them?" Ainu thought to herself
"Now here is one that has pretty colors and is simple to operate" the man said.
"uh oh, he thinks I'm dumb, how I ahve went people think jsut because you walk into an electronic store and you don't "look" smart, they automaticly think your dumb.
"Just use the up and down arrows on the remote to change channels Miss" the man said
"Just take the remote and beat him senseless till he pees his pants Ainu" the littel in my head said.
"sssssssssss"
click
"sssssssssss"
click
"And in todays News, Tone of Lark was seen single handedly take down a stray cricket at local city park. Kids were glad that the insect was arrest.
Mango Spawn was arrested today by Ping Larther after a hour long starign contest, Ping's is listed in critical condition however after he can no longer blink.
Purr Mance-a-bot is missing. She was last seen being chased through Atlas park by 12 stray cats.
And now for the weather.....Sloan
Thank you Snotty
The weather today is jsu tlike yesterday, sunny...unless a heroe uses their powers to alter this during a fight."
CLICK
AinuRauco sighed,"Nope not this tv, picture is all wrong"
The little guy helping her nodded, and pointed to the next one.
"Nope, to little"
Point
"Nope"
Point
"nope"
"Well..ehhe... Miss..hehe.. we have some fancier ones in the showcase area. They are a bit...heheh... technical" the little guy said.
Ainu knew than that the guy thought she was dumb, he had judged her by her looks when she walked in, typicall.
"well do you have a 42" plasma tv with a contrast ratio of 10000:1, display aspect ratio of 16:9, input signal of NTSC and ATSC, HDMI, composite, component and S-Video inputs, and less than 345w power consumption. Also I need it in a wall mount frame less than 4" wide. " Ainu asked half faking the I don't know what I'm talking about act.
The little Badio Hack guy just looked dumb struck and started to stutter.
"Well...hehe....um....ahhem...Yes we do have one like that!" he said
"Good...got anthing bigger?" Ainu said smiling
"Right this way Miss" he said.
Ainu foudn the one she wanted and paid for it and gave directions for it to be delivered. Walking out of the store, Ainu smiled, another battle won, small but still as important, Heroes know how to shop and are smart.
Looking around Ainu frowns, to bad I forgot where I parked.
((. . .Why am I doing this? I have so many threads already! T_T))
Most people who went to the Paragon City Mall had never even heard of Lunar Hardware.
And yet there it was, in a corner out of the way on the third floor, positioned so that it almost looked as though it was being hidden rather than being advertised.
But Diana Sum had just found it nonetheless.
"Um. . . hello?" the woman with short blond hair and large glasses said as she entered the little shop. Inside, there were no posters or slogans. Computer equipment was simply laid out on the shelves with brand name and price tag. Nothing more.
"Ah, Priestess," a voice said from the desk. A thin man with black, tidy hair was standing there, dressed in a deep blue uniform and wearing glasses that covered his eyes. . .though they were not large. They simply seemed to move with him. . .
"Uh. . ." Diana said, wondering how light could be reflecting off the glasses when there was no nearby source bright enough. She could not see his eyes. "Why did you just call me Priestess?"
The man at the desk sighed. "It is an honorific, Priestess," he said, as though he had answered the question a thousand times before. Which no doubt he had.
"Uh, let's see. . ." Diana said. "I just need a new keyboard. . . system requirements. . ." She handed him a sheet of paper.
"There should be some over here," said the man. He had no name tag.
Diana had just noticed this. "Uh, if I might ask. . ."
"Percy," said Percy, before she had finished the question.
". . .Oh! Okay. . ." Diana said nervously.
She walked over to the various keyboards, appraising them each. Of course, there was only so much you could tell without testing the thing. . .
"Do you have any recommendations?" she asked.
"Oh, yes," Percy said, walking over to a keyboard with no brand name and the lowest price tag of all. "I recommend this one."
". . . Why?" Diana said, puzzled.
"Well, just because it is the least expensive does not mean. . ."
"No, no, I mean. . . how do you make money if you recommend the lowest prices in your store? And place it somewhere no one might ever find it?"
Percy chuckled to himself. "Oh, I do not concern myself with making money," he said, as Diana paid for the keyboard and left with it out the door, heading off to the parking lot. "It is really. . . of no importance."
She was gone, and Percy seated himself again and smiled, folding his hands and waiting in the dim light for another customer to arrive, if one ever would. It mattered little to him.
On the first floor of the mall of Paragon stood a very unique shop, filled with gadgets of all sorts. Heroes could use these gadgets to enhance their technological powers. Sure Cooke's Electronics had the best of these gadgets but a small amount were traded and repaired, here at Gamma'a Garage. The owner of this shop was the once legendary. Black Gamma. herself. What else could she do after a life time of crime fighting?
Jennifer Erichiro, aka Black Gamma, stood at the counter of her small shop. She was a dainty woman standing only 5 feet tall, with dark black hair. A touch of Spanish and Japanese ancestory could be seen in her angular face. Her almond shaped, green eyes, showed a few wrinkles. Being almost 45 she had given up her life as a crime fighter. Now she busied herself with repairing broken down enhancements and selling them to poorer heroes.
Meanwhile, about 6 feet beneath the mall, a tunnel was being dug. The air was very hot and close inside, and it reeked of decaying flesh.
"Dig faster, you dogs," a dark figure said. Of course, it being a tunnel, all figures were dark, but this was a special kind of dark. It was not the absence of light, it was the color black made manifest.
Near the leading end of the tunnel were 7 or 8 zombies, mindlessly digging at the earth. Behind them, a steady line of more zombies were working on keeping the tunnel walls from collapsing. The air was dimly illuminated by their radioactuve green breath.
We should be under the mall by now, if this map and my measurements are correct, the figure thought. He was looking at a small map in his phone. The light could not be seen from outside the wall of black, but it was bright enough. The man flipped it closed and slipped it into a pocket. "All right, that's enough digging out. Start digging up. If there's a cave-in, all your spirits will rue the day you got reanimated," he ordered the zombies. They paused, then started digging up a few feet from the end of the tunnel. "Put the dirt into that end, and if that isn't enough, all of you cram in and put it on the other side. We won't be needing this tunnel again."
After about an hour more of digging, finally the zombies reached concrete. The man dissolved his cloud of black to see better. You couldn't see much in the dark, but it was clear that the man's face was horribly disfigured by scars, and was too pale at that. He wore tightly fitting rags, stitched together in layers, as clothing. They had been ripped and repatched many times, and under them he wore an ancient steel hauberk, greaves and shinguards. You couldn't be too careful, after all. The rags were arranged so that, even though they appeared to be tight, they hid any hint of armor. He found it helpful if enemies thought they could dispatch him with one blow; it threw them off when he lived. He had long, greasy brown hair held back by a headband, and chains wrapped around his knuckles (all the better to punch you with, my dear).
He examined the concrete and found it to be very old. He could scratch it and it would flake. That's surprising, he thought. I thought this mall was only 20 years old, yet this concrete looks to be 80 or 90 years old. Well, whatever. I'll still blow it up, I'm sick of this tunnel. He reached into a pouch on his leg and pulled out some C4 attacked to a shoulder belt. He strapped it to one of the zombies, had the zombie cling to the ceiling as best it could, then activated the detonator.
30 seconds later, the C4 exploded, taking the zombie and the concrete with it. The other zombies and the man had taken cover elsewhere in the tunnel, which almost collapsed with the blow. He summoned his shroud of black once more and lept out of the tunnel. Quickly looking around, he appeared to be in the cellar of something. It appeared largely unused; there were some footprints in the dust leading to and from a small refrigerator, but was otherwise abandoned. He called his remaining zombies up, 19 in number, and had them keep watch on the single door while he pulled some old bones out of yet another pocket ((He has very thick rags on, he has many pockets)). He threw them on the ground and sent a grey cloud at them. The figure of an undead warrior appeared from the bones, armor and all. Okay, if people haven't heard the explosion, it'll help, but if they have, they clearly haven't sent anyone. In any case, I'm sick of waiting. He walked to the refrigerator, got a soda, drank it in one gulp, tossed the can away, went to the door and kicked it open.
He found himself behind the counter at the restaurant City of Gyros. He was amazed at how lifeless and oblivious the staff seemed; first he blew something up, then he kicked a door open, and still no one noticed? Or cared? He created more clouds of black to hide his zombies, then had everyone hide in ambush. A fast food place wasn't the best place to start a heist, but whatever.
((EDIT: Quick explanation. My character, Urban Dead, has lots of zombies, as you might notice. BUT, they are all very weak. They only have 50 HP each, in game terms, and only do about 20 per attack. Unless they are completely dismembered, he can resummon them, but he can only have 20 under his control at once, not counting the warrior. He can also turn civies they kill into new zombies. The warrior is a special case, he has 800 HP and does 100 damage per attack, but there's only one of him and UD can't get him back if he's completely gone, so he is used mostly as a bodyguard.))
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He found himself behind the counter at the restaurant City of Gyros. He was amazed at how lifeless and oblivious the staff seemed; first he blew something up, then he kicked a door open, and still no one noticed? Or cared? He created more clouds of black to hide his zombies, then had everyone hide in ambush. A fast food place wasn't the best place to start a heist, but whatever.
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Marie got in line like the rest of the customers. She'd fallen to temptation. One couldn't hurt, but then as it were, two wouldn't be enough.
She looked over at the menu displays, with their bright pita pictures and juicy, juicy meat and vegetables, covered in grease and death-in-40-years... My there was a lot of staff today... Look practically like zombies...
"Hmmm," Percy said calmly. "I do believe I am needed elsewhere. . ."
He raised his hands to type.
There was no keyboard visible in front of him, but either he was an excellent mime, or they were striking something unseen.
He finished, striking where the "Enter" key would have been on the invisible keyboard he seemed to be using, or think he was using.
And then, he was gone. No flash, no showy exit, no SFX. But if someone were capable of reading the "code" that defined the universe, they would realize that two numbers had been switched. One of them concerning Percy's current location. . .and the other his destination.
Urban Dead would see a thin man with neat black hair, glasses that shone with reflected light, and wearing a deep blue robe, walking calmly toward him as though this happened every day. Which it probably did, but it was still no excuse for being THIS calm. . .
"Now, now, Pharaoh, do you really think no one knows you are here? I probably should mention at some point that I am the hero Moonscribe, but honestly, my identity is of no importance."
"Miss! They're surrounding us!!"
"Don't worry, kid, I'll take care of you! [censored] zombies!"
The sound of gunshots.
"Aaaaaaaaaah!!" A terror-filled shriek.
"Essex!! [censored]!"
"I'm done for, Rosie!! Go on without me..."
"[censored] no, kid! I ain't leaving you hangin'!"
"I'm sorry...I...I.... I let you down..."
"DON'T you [censored] give up on me!! Dammit, Essex! I need you!"
"Take my gun..."
The were-human grit her teeth. Her partner, Essex, had been damaged severely, and zombies were everywhere. Time was running out...
Snatching the gun from the little girl, Rosalind used the expertise of years, scattering the zombies with well-placed shot after shot. Dual-wielding the pistols like a master, she continued firing and firing until all was once again still.
Essex looked on in awe.
"W-wow....!" she gasped, her eyes wide in surprise. "That has to be a new high score!"
"[censored] yeah, it is." Rosie said, untangling herself from the arcade's red and blue guns. The House of the Dead credits high scores began to roll, and three initial-sets were quite prominent on the roster - MRY, ROZ, and PHE.
The top set blinked, awaiting Rosie's entry. Firing the gun expertly, a new set was placed at the top - RNS.
"Rosie 'n Essex." the were-human proudly proclaimed as the high-score was displayed for all to see. Ruffling the android's blonde hair, Rosie grinned. "You ain't half bad, kid."
"Hahaha..." Essex replied with a blush. "Thanks."
This babysitting gig ain't half as bad as I thought it was! Rosie thought, her tail wagging genially.
The arcade was alive with lights, blips, clicks, clanks, beeps, and all sorts of assorted noise. In reality it was only half arcade, the other half a smoky karaoke bar. Both were run by a mysterious woman who seemed to be eternally frowning - her hair and clothing jet black, her eyes almond-shaped and hard, and her skin a deep, rich red.
"Back again, Rosie?" the woman said with a quirk of her eyebrow. "Papers are all up to date."
"Awh, I know I can count on you, Hiko." Rosalind answered with a dismissive wave of her hand. "We gotta stick together, girl. I've got the boys out looking for that water elemental that displaced ya in the first place anyhow."
"Thanks." Hiko said with a nod. "Word from the guys back in Japan is that the next HotD is going to be out in a couple months. Come back and dominate that one too, why don't you? I like seeing my customers frustrated that they never get anywhere near you three's scores."
Essex just watched the exchange with a tilt of her head. Rosie suddenly blinked down at her, and facepalmed.
"Ohyeah, I'm babysittin'." she said. "Essex, this is Hiko. She's a Japanese fire elemental who owns this place. Hiko, this is Essex. Robot with a soul. Big man says I gotta keep an eye on her, so eh."
Leaving the Flameout (which is what the bar/arcade was called), Rosie ruffled Essex's hair once again. "C'mon, kid, I'll buy ya a pretzel."
"Ah..." Essex said, glancing down. "I'm afraid I can't taste -"
"Oh, that's right. Okay, a smoothie then."
"Yay!"
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
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"Now, now, Pharaoh, do you really think no one knows you are here? I probably should mention at some point that I am the hero Moonscribe, but honestly, my identity is of no importance."
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The man faltered at the sudden appearance of this oddly calm man, but regained his composure quickly. "Actually, I am very surprised I got this far unnoticed. I made a lot of noise getting in." He smiled wth the memory. "I'm not sure why you called me Pharaoh, but in the interest of being polite, you can call me Urban Dead. Now, it's been nice meeting you, Moonscribe." With that, Urban Dead ((UD for future reference)) raised his right hand, index and middle fingers together, and pointed at Moonscribe.
His zombies responded immediately. All 19 of them jumped out of the shadows onto Moonscribe. Well, this will probably attract more attention, UD thought, but it's not like I really have an option.
UD reached into his pocket as his zombies leaped and threw small spiked objects onto the ground all around Moonscribe ((caltrops)). Lastly, as the zombies were almost upon his enemy, he reached into yet another pocket and began throwing a sticky grenade, to keep Moonscribe from moving.
((This all happened in the time the zombies are still leaping, to allow Hal's response. Also, explanation. UD is a /Traps MM, but he doesn't have Acid Mortar or Poison Trap and instead has Shadow Fall from /Dark.))
OOC: *curses Essex and Hal for making him join this thread with their presense and wonders if all the other people will leave...again...like usual....which makes me sad.....like I'm a plague victim........sniff*
BIC: "That will be $500.43, sir," said the clerk as he finished packing the several boxes into a white plastic bag.
"Uhh......You sure you added that right?" asked the grey colored combat android standing in front of the counter, his fingers poised to open his leather wallet.
"Of course I am, sir," the clerk said, looking as though he had run across this many times before. "Cooke's Electronics stand by their employees ability to manipulate a cash register."
"Right, right," the hero said, pulling a blue credit card out of his wallet and passing it to the clerk. The clerk swiped the card, checked to see that it wasn't rejected, and then handed the card back to the android with a wan smile.
"Enjoy your purchase, sir," the clerk said as the hero took the bag, muttered some meaningless goodbye, and walked out of the store.
"Stupid broke heroes," the clerk muttered to himself as he sat down and waited for the next customer to come around.
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"I hate Rikti," the hero muttered as he threw his bag over his shoulder. "I hate Rikti armor. I hate broken guns. I hate Rikti armor that can break my guns. I hate having to buy new guns. I hate being broke. I hate having to work a job other than heroing. I hate not being paid sometimes for rescuing a kid from a burning building. Stupid Rikti."
While this tirade was going on, the hero walked right past Rosie and Essex on his way to the up escalator.
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.
As he walked out Cooke's Electronics he was passed by a short girl in green pigtails with a cybernetic eye who was walking into the store. She was run out of the store a moment later by an angry manager.
"You know you're not supposed to come back here! Not after the trouble you caused last time!" The angry man shouted at her.
"Not my fault your registers aren't EMP shielded!" Cobalt Stinger shouted back. "You said to demonstrate the problem with the item and I did!"
The manager would hear nothing of it and returned to his store. It looked like she'd have to go to Exarch Industries now.
The projectiles were suddenly blown away, as were the zombies as they closed. Moonscribe had struck a key, and a raging hurricane had formed around him, but somehow his voice was still perfectly audible over the storm.
"Now, now, Pharaoh," he said, and he typed on thin air as the caltrops began to rise into the air all around him, his feet no longer touching the floor. "Must we really resort to violence? I dislike it."
"And honestly," he continued as every one of the caltrops hurled itself at Urban Dead, "I am not very good at it."
((Moonscribe is a gravity/storm controller. . . with a fair amount of creative licence. It's hard to tell what power he's using sometimes, I'd be happy to clarify.))
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A small figure only three and a half feet tall, clouded in a green haze so that his features were difficult to make out, ran towards the mall through the parking lot.
"Not AGAIN!" Hallucinogen exclaimed. "Another villain attack. . . Why does it have to be at the mall? I HATE the mall!"
Well, no one seems to be very concerned just yet, the Phantasm said as it appeared beside him. Idiots.
Hal groaned as he disappeared from view, green smoke and all. "If Moonscribe is tipping me off to something that hasn't happened yet again, I am going to throttle the pencil-necked little know-it-all!"
With friends like that. . .
"Shut up."
((And that goes for everyone else who's wondering if it isn't possible for me not to enter Hal in a thread with Essex. XP))
Jen had heard the commotion down at City of Gyros, why they ever let them set up shop on the first floor instead of the third floor always confused her. Walking to her staff only door she opened it to vast array of computer equipment. Punching her secret code in the stores security sytems went into effect.
Her store was covered by a seven layered force field. Confident that nothing could breach them she sat back behind the counter until she noticed how much of her inventory had dropped from the shelfs.
"Always cleaning up this place." She said to no one as she started picking up the fallen inventory.
UD quickly spun to the side, dodging most of the caltrops, and what he didn't dodge glanced off his hauberk. As it happened, their force impaled one of his zombies to the wall.
"You're very good," UD said. "I wasn't expecting professional heroic interference for some time." The compliment in his words was somewhat offset by the beam of dark energy he send flying next, to cover pushing his a button on his leg.
UD tapped a disk on his back, activating an almost invisible bubble of a force field, then grabbed two smaller disks out of a slot on the larger disk. He then tossed one disk like a frisbee towards Moonscribe's face ((seeker drone)) and casually tossed the other into the hallway leading to that old room ((trip mine. And when I say casually, I mean he was trying to get Moonscribe to not notice)).
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Back in Cap Au Diable, a signal corresponding to UD's leg-button went off inside a small apartment. A shortish man looked up from reading the paper, sighed, and went into a back room. He came out a few minutes later wearing a full suit of expensive Roman armor. He wrote a quick note, signed it Varius, then walked out the door and drove to the docks.
A short while later, a sub was seen departing for Paragon City.
A not-quite-forgotten gyro lay on the floor, now punctured by a caltrop. Marie had gone, leaving the bathroom door swinging. It was pretty embarassing to change in a toilet stall, but options were limited. It was a good thing she'd stopped by Icon today.
Tricolore flew out. Red, White, Blue and the Fleur de Lis bright, she swung a kick at a zombie by the door, sending it to the ground. "Arret! In the name of the law!" She shouted. Someone had to remember that heroes abide by such a thing.
"I don't know who would be so stupid to rob City of Gyros, but you're finished now!" Cue the magnificent poses, the flashes, the angles! ((Activating all her toggles and Practiced Brawler 
))
((Tricolore is a flying MA/SR scrapper, powered by her Inner Will. Like Statesman, before we found out he was a godly avatar.))
"Aw crap, zombies AGAIN?! That's the third time this week!" Mo said, reaching under the counter and pulling out a chainsaw and sawed-off shotgun, tossing the chainsaw to El Guapo Grande and keeping the shotgun for herself.
On cue, El Guapo Grande turned on a stereo behind the counter loaded with a playlist named 'Zombie Killin' Time!' which included Johnny Cash songs, Drowning Pool, Devil Went Down to Georgia, and other such abstract songs to kill zombies by.
Wiener Shack was, in fact, right across the food court from City of Gyros, so it didn't take long for the duo to close the distance.
Before jumping into the throng of zombies (again), El Guapo Grande erupted in flame, burning away all his clothes except his 'Nacho Libre' boxer shorts, Luchadore mask, and, oddly enough, his tie.
And so, with the Mexican Hat Dance booming over the radio, El Guapo Grande, Manage, and Mo, Associate, jumped into combat...
(OOC: A mall ill-prepared for zombie attacks in a city full of super heroes? bah!)
((Gah! Soo... many... heroes! And Hal is on the way!
Someone else bring a villain! Quick!))
A quick dart of the head and Ainu knew something was not right. The sound of a hits, misses, loud radio playing killer music, didn't seem unusual to her. The citizens running by with their arms in the air Screaming "ZOMBIES" right before they smacked a wall, although common, was her first clue.
Lucky for her, she still hadn't found her car. Running in the direction of the food court, as fast as she could.
"slides to a stop in front of a window store front"
"Adjust..." "adjust..."
"I really hate my hair today" AinuRauco said, than took off runnign again.
Running up to the door of the City of Gyros, she slammed hard into the door.
"push....push...Push...PUSH"
"Dang it, some type of force lock....Have to kick it in" she said aloud.
Drawing back her leg and planting a hard Crane kick, she shattered the glass in the door. Lowering her leg, she frowned, above the door.
"PULL"
"Opps" she thought as she started to open the door.
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((Gah! Soo... many... heroes! And Hal is on the way!
Someone else bring a villain! Quick!))
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((You're gonna need more Zombieeees ))
A crashing could be heard as an armoured figure fell from the sky holding a girl with the same hair colour and eye colour as himself. He landed, his eyes closed, and dropped of the girl.
"Never fear, citizens! For I, Experiment 2.0, hero of Paragon City and saviour of Steel Canyon, is here to save you!"
"John..." said the girl, but he continued talking, his eyes closed tightly.
"Where there is evil, I shall halt it! Where there is crime--!"
"John..."
"--It shall be stopped! Where there are no heroes to save you, I will--"
"JOHN!"
"What?!" he replied loudly, turning toward City of Gyros. Inside, he saw Moonscribe, the martial artist and the zombies and their leader already in battle. A small turn later, he saw a giant with a chainsaw and some guy wielding a shotgun.
"...Okay, what the hell?! My contacts told me that the mall was in danger, and it needed a hero right away... And there are already, like, four here!" he shouted, waving his arms around frantically.
The girl sighed, rolling her eyes. "Does it really matter, 'oh great hero?' You get to help out."
"I don't WANNA help out! I am usually here to save people, along with the help of others, not arrive just in time to see people fighting! Besides Jenny, I doubt hitting zombies with blasts of darkness would do you much good."
"Quit whining." was the girl's only reply as she walked toward the zombie that had previously been kicked. She bent over, smiling. "Heya buddy, you okay down there?"
With that, she thrust her hand forward and fired a concentrated blast of dark energy toward it.
((Fair enough! I'll just be a double agent, shall I? ))
"Oh dear," Moonscribe said, floating out of the way of the beam. "How terrifying. That almost hit me. . ."
"And now I am hit," the hero said as he was, indeed, hit by Urban Dead's disc. He fell to the ground, almost looking as though he were not in a real battle, but on stage, acting. And rather poorly, too. . .
"Oh my, assistance," the hero said as Tricolore, Experiment, Jenny and El Guapo Grande arrived, and mist enshrouded them all as he struck another key. "Most timely. I could never have managed this alone."
It seemed a perfectly reasonable thing to say, though more modest than some heroes might have been. . . but still it sounded as though he was acting, and was merely reciting lines he had rehearsed already.
"Moonscribe!" Hallucinogen panted as he rushed in through the mist. Oddly enough, he could see pretty clearly. . . though the radiation he emitted constantly would let him see well enough anyway. Moonscribe nodded to him, although he was completely invisible, and it was unclear how he even knew he was there. . .
"Throwing a party without me, Hal-chan?"
"Schizo!" Hal's voice echoed from all directions, his form still invisible, as a tall thin man with purple skin, garish clothing complete with tattered cape and straitjacket, and a green blindfold covered in barbed wire simply appeared out of nowhere next to the wall. Well, he looked like a man, but anyone skilled at seeing the truth would realize that not only was he not a man, he ought not to be anything at all.
"Hal-chan!" Schizo yelled in mock delight. "Thrilling to see you, snookums!" He floated over to flank Urban Dead as the heroes closed in. . .
((Hal: Illusion/radiation/Primal Forces controller. His radiation causes hallucinations which causes several of his illusions, but the pets are real, and I won't go into why right now. He also uses rays of light to match his Phantasm's.
Schizo: Mind/thorn dominator. His blood is formed of pure chaos and spilling it makes crazy things happen. His body fluids are acidic. Having no real physical form, his body has no weak points, and does not really have vital organs.
. . .What? My characters are NOT confusing! Shut up! ))
((Okay, seeing as it's me (and soon Varius) against like all the heroes in a 5 mile radius, can I buff myself or something? I don't want to godmod, but this is rediculous!))
((EDIT: Hal posted since I typed this. He's fast. I'll be doing better now.))
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((Okay, seeing as it's me (and soon Varius) against like all the heroes in a 5 mile radius, can I buff myself or something? I don't want to godmod, but this is rediculous!))
((EDIT: Hal posted since I typed this. He's fast. I'll be doing better now.))
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((Elite boss or AV? 
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((This RP takes place in the Mall of Paragon, with lots of shops, including your favorites, like Icon, and City of Gyros! Feel free to add on shops as you wish. This RP is for heroes to socialize. Villains may come and terrorise the mall. :P))
The Mall of Paragon is quite large. The building is located in Steel Canyon, amongst the the towering skyscrapers around it. Inside, there are three floors, including a food court, clothing stores, toy stores, video game stores, animal stores, music stores, and every other kind of store you would find at a mall. On the first floor is a large fountain, with two elevators on each side of it, leading to the other floors. There are also stairs, and escelators. The first floor also has a movie theater. The second floor has the food court, and the third has a hardware store.
Icicool sat at an empty table in the Mall of Paragon's City of Gyros restauarant, waiting for his order to be completed. The mall was quite packed, as it always has been. It wasn't odd to find a hero around the mall. They need to do shopping too, you know. Icicool pulled down the cloth that covered his mouth, and thanked the waiter who brought him his food. Icicool had always loved gyros, and usually stopped by City of Gyros everyday when he was on down-time. He quietly began eating his gyro, eyeing the stores, hoping that there would be a robbery. There had been a slump in crimes the few days, and Icicool was extremely bored. He knew it was wrong to want a robbery to go on, possibly resulting in injuries, but Icicool was there to help.
The thoroughbred of sin.