Creative:- Evening Mass with Tygerboy
By
FloatingFatMan,
Posted on: 2006-11-20 07:12 in Multi-Media Fan Creations
Um... Responses?
'You lose more of your femininity every day Doroe. It's very appealing.' - SLEDGEHAMMER!
Lots of people are at work or school at the moment, and so probably won't be able to read it through and comment.
What Stasis said.
That link is blocked within my work, so I can't read it right now.
"Idealism is such a wonderful thing. All you really need is someone rational to put it to proper use." - Kerr Avon
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Um... Responses?
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Um... Patience?
@FloatingFatMan
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Indeed, will read it later on this evening after work Tygerboy.
P.s: Welcome to the forums
<Grins.> Sorry. Always get a bit nervous about my stories.
'You lose more of your femininity every day Doroe. It's very appealing.' - SLEDGEHAMMER!
eWWW!- The detail! the graphic detail 
Its very atmospheric, personally I like the narrative to hint at the action or fate of the badguys, I think that would work well with your character as it seems Tygerboy is a bit of an Anti-hero(correct me if i'm wrong on this).
Perhaps a little less emphasis on splintered noses and disintergrating kneecaps (as much as i like baddies to get whats coming to them) maybe Tygerboy is such a badass that you only need to hint at the fact (and nudge the narrative towards) of Tygerboy entering a room full of enemies and you just know he dislikes them and its all going to kick off and its not going to be pretty, and then cut to the devastation left in his wake - see if the readers imagination filling in the details inbetween is a just as (or more) effective story-telling ethos.
I would say in a kind of the 'less is more' theorum.
I imagine there are few things in a writers arsenal as devastating as using the readers own imagination to amplify the story.
That said i enjoyed it.
Well done!
*applauds
Uhm, did'nt enjoy it as much as ML but it was preety good all the same. Detail all the way!
Thank you. <Takes bow.>
'You lose more of your femininity every day Doroe. It's very appealing.' - SLEDGEHAMMER!
Uh, this is a little diversion (set the next day) which explains a bit - or a lot - about Tyger's past and his mood.
TYGERS' DAY OFF.
Things were progressing fast in the hours following my victory under the church and not a thing involved me. The bosses had started trying to find out from the kids who lived where and who wanted us to contact social services about us. Vigilante had taken about twenty back to King's Row where she said they could stay and get checked by her doctor and there were now only about two dozen kids running around the base. The squad commander had gone to get permission from the minister to raid the Tsoo on Talos. Knowing that guy, we'd get a 'yay' or 'nay' sometime around the weekend. Ms Storm had promised to liase with her contacts to more firmly establish the links between the Croatoan outrage and the Family. She has something against them. I don't know what it is. I knew her for two years in the future and I never asked. Then again, I never really cared. Anyway, Nothing was happening today and, despite treatment to my knee, it was still stiff so I'd graciously accepted Mer'des' command and was taking it easy today.
Which is why I'm currently floating on a Lilo on Silver Lake wearing a pair of swim shorts and sunglasses. It's pretty warm for November and I was sure someone had taken a photo of me earlier. Let them. Maybe a Weather villain is manipulating the weather somewhere, making it warm here and frozen where he is. If that's the case, I'm sure someone else will stop him.
I grew up in war - or rather I didn't. I've been 14 for eight years now. I'd been humanoid for about two of those years before the enemy invaded and had never really been the social type. I'd bonded with people of course, but those were people I could trust because they fought by my side against the same enemy. We didn't fight to halt the enemy either. We fought to KILL the enemy and they fought to kill us. No quarter given or asked. Young fighters replacing old with no-one left to replace them. David had survived the portal trip to the past and so had Juniper (Even though she wasn't supposed to come). but of the others in the team there had been no sign. Jack, who focussed Ice and could create terrifying Ice Golems and slender ice sculptures. His ice horses were his favourite and capable of movement in a way I could never understand. They were almost alive. Rayne the shapeshifter, who could impersonate anyone or anything to near perfection. I never knew if I had seen her real face but she liked the red-haired, freckled, girl face best. So did I. Julianna. Ah, Julianna. I'd promised I wouldn't think about her. A lie to myself, it seemed. She'd been one of the first to reach out to me. Not in any sort of way like that. Even in war, we were too young for anything like that but I can't deny feelings for her. It wasn't the way she could punch a hole in a tank, nor the way she could carry said tank into the stratosphere before dropping it onto their Titan class flyers - saved the entire squad with that one - it was the way her hair moved in the wind. It kind of billowed back but never looked anything other than a glorious amber. She also enjoyed a lot of her work, resulting in a smile born of pure joy. That's worth a lot in perpetual combat. We never lay together. The enemy saw to that on that final assault on the time portal. The bosslady hadn't quite been fast enough with the tornado and they'd gotten off one shot before being slammed into the wall. One shot and the concussion grenade that I recently found out blasted Juniper through after us. I suppose I'm glad. Juniper wasn't a person meant for war despite her designation - Wild Child.
I've gotta get up, off this damn lake. I'm reflecting too much. Anyway, I;ve still got plans for today. Lunch at a pizza parlour that never has to worry about Family advances, (it's run by one) then I'm going to Talos to pick up some herbal tea at a Chinese tea supplier that's definitely NOT run by the Tsoo and a film in King's row that PROBABLY won't attract many Hellions.
Could be fun, this day off.
'You lose more of your femininity every day Doroe. It's very appealing.' - SLEDGEHAMMER!
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'You lose more of your femininity every day Doroe. It's very appealing.' - SLEDGEHAMMER!
EVENING MASS CONTINUES:-
The days had been packed for Vigilante for a little while as she dealt with the after-effects of that night's actions. Tyger had somehow saddled her with about thirty kids to return to their loved ones or find pitches for. Using a friendly social worker, She'd managed to get about ten into orphanages or foster homes. Some had protested, of course, and Vigilante had been keeping an eye out for them on the streets. They were the ones she didn't believe could hack the streets but no-one could convince the kids of that. They'd try and escape and she'd have to be there to keep an eye on them. Her visit to Lady Cobra's apartment had brought her no relief today. Her friend was dying and no amount of strings she could pull could prevent that. Last night she'd been involved in an all-out brawl as the Lost moved in on her few protected blocks. She'd fought them back but she hadn't arrived fast enough to stop them beating three of her locals half to death. She'd gotten them to the neutral ground of Doctor Monroe's clinic and he was keeping them in. All of this on top of the Croatoa thing.
This was no life for a fourteen year old girl, she thought and sighed. The armour was hers. It fitted her and belonged to her. As did the responsibility to use it correctly. Mer'de had promised to keep her in the loop and she'd make sure he did so by calling him every now and again with the number she'd cribbed from Lady Cobra's telephone pad this afternoon. Her stomach turned as it always did on the downturn of a hydraulic enhanced jump. Shock absorbers built into her sneakers and armoour took the brunt of the impact as she landed outside Doctor Monroe's office. This was where the enemy had asked to meet her.
Even the lost know the importance of a doctor who will treat them in a place like Paragon City. Doctor Monroe, a mutant himself with above average healing abilities, maintained the shopfront store with the full permission and protection of the lost and the skulss. NO-ONE started a fight here, the doctors office was too important to lose. Trusted lieutenants were usually close by the clinic, on guard with at least a squad of back-up somewhere close. To be called here by the lost..? Something was up.
Rachel sent a thought and her clothes shimmered and altered to the green natural state of her armour without the chameleon field on. She entered and passed by three injured skulls who were glowering at four hellions they were vociferously claiming had attacked their turf. It might have led to bloodshed but for the fact neither party was in a state to fight. And the large Mutate with the Rikti sword between them was a calming influence as well. "Evening, Gunther." Rachel said, greeting the menacing figure. "They in back?" Gunther grunted his reply, which Rachel took as a 'yes' and she crossed to the door. She passed by the door to treatment room one, where she could hear the Doctor at work. He always had one of two 'certified nurses' with him - Former lightweight boxers with their own, limited healing powers - so Rachel knew he was safe. She entered the back room.
The large, muscled and tattoed, figure inside turned. His mouth opened a crack. "Storm." He said, rancid breath curling her nostrils from five feet away and the word sounding as cold as a stone in the arctic.
"Devialor." Rachel replied, violence springing from he tongue. "Breaking the treaty?" She added, glancing around. She had - history - with this creature.
He spread his arms wide. "Neutral ground Child. We won't hurt the Doc. We NEED him." His voice gave her an assurance that he would normally have added 'but we don't need you.' But he didn't. "Got some information for you." He added, blinking once to show the livid red scar on his face that Rachel had given him. He'd chosen not to have it healed as he considered it a reminder of mortality. And it scared others.
"Your people put three of my friends in the clinic one night and expect me to believe you want to give me information the next? You expect a lot."
He held up a hand. "Told ya, girl. You ain't protected girl. But we heard about what you found up in Croatoa an' we ain't standing for that either. Some of them kids was probably mutant. And when I heard the Family was behind it, I cancelled our deal with them."
"Your... deal?"
Devailor smiled. "Who you think put the hit on ya?" He asked. "You're marked, girl."
'You lose more of your femininity every day Doroe. It's very appealing.' - SLEDGEHAMMER!
From Tygerboy's personal diary
I found myself sitting on a roof again, this time watching a small shop in Talos where Stage magic items, tricks and minor magical artifacts were sold openly to Joe & Jane Mundy public. I watched as a mother bought her child a small magical knick-knack and found myself needing to remind myself that the Tsoo ran this shop. The chances of them doing anything really sinister here was a minute one - they bought and sold some of those items of power with heroic types - but it was possibly where the book-keeping was done. This place linked what had been going on recently with what had happened in the past.
Somehow my thoughts kept flicking towards getting a present for Juniper but, as I didn't share the chameleon power of my little 'sister', I thought I'd kind of stand out, what with me being all orange & furry. Perhaps, if things went to a stage where I needed to enter the shop, I'd be able to pick her something up before I left. Anyway...
My attention found itself diverted by a small scene down below, in front of the shop. Some young fool of a hero - Young? Older than me! - had gotten himself into trouble. He'd interceded as two heavily tattoed inkers and a teleporter tried to take some suitcase off a businessman. That always confused me. People risked their lives for such things? I knew that not giving in to them was the 'principle' but it was a damn stupid one that could get you killed unless a hero came along and... Had they broken his medi-port thingamygig? It certainly looked like that was the thing lying smashed on the... Bastards were killing him! Screw surveillance!
I dropped from the building ledge, innately hovering some three feet above the ground before dropping and running to superspeed with my right arm outstretched. I clotheslined an inker, almost knocking his head off and almost breaking my arm - never do THAT again - and spun around too fast, crashing into the Tao Magic shop's window. The sorceror was beginning to move as I got back up so I hit him as hard as I could as often as I could until he stayed down. The third inker smashed a blow into the side of my head that made me see stars and little tweetybirds. I'd feel that in a minute. He was going for a second strike. I booted him in the stomach, kneed him in the nose as he doubled over and hit him hard on the back of the head. I glanced at the shopkeeper inside as a police drone wandered around on a sweep. Fool of a cat! The guy hadn't bloody moved during the fight. Now, having seen me looking, he was on the move! I made to enter the shop but a low moan brought me back. It was the fallen idiot. The bloody drone had beamed the criminals to the Zig and left the hero where he was! he needed medical attention. Great. I made a choice. And left him there. A minute later, I returned with smoking feet and a doctor from the medical centre. Conscience sated, I entered the shop. A smell like oriental teas and candles swathed with cinnamon hung in the air but there was little else here so I made my way into the back room. Boxes. Lots and lots of boxes. And someone behind me. I spun around.
He was large, about 6' 7 in height, weighing about two hundred and fifty pounds. His body was sculpted like marble and his eyes sparkled like marble. His hair was tied back in a tight pony-tail and his shoes were immaculate black leather. "Christmas shopping, hero?" He asked lightly.
I shrugged. "It was on my list. Get tea, buy gifts, find out who's behind the kidnapping of children..." Was I trying to joke? Shouldn't I be getting angry by now?
"Ah, so it was YOU in the church two nights ago?" He bowed. "I am Emerald Dragon. Defeat me and I shall tell you all."
"They call me Tygerboy." I replied. "And you're on." I made to attack. He dodged. Quite slippery, I noted as I swung again. This time it caught him. Just. Great. Superhuman reflexes. I hated these guys. He took a second and concentrated. I could feel the cold slidingthrough the room towards his hands and turning frosty. It took about a second for an ice sculpture of a dragon - european rather than Chinese I noted - to form. I wondered why he'd done it as I took the opportunity to close and hit him hard. He flew across the room. I made to follow but was prevented. By a rather large ice dragon that had a hold on my leg with a crushing grip that was increasing in power. Bugger.
Continued...
'You lose more of your femininity every day Doroe. It's very appealing.' - SLEDGEHAMMER!
(This bit is by Dragonfly. Thanks, mate.)
You look like you could use a hand. Strong. Confident. Thats how those words left my mouth. The Militia had not only saved my life, but they had given back to me my dignity. I had made an entrance for myself through the side walls and crossed the room, a labyrinth of boxes. I picked up your trail on the PDD. Thought I'd check on the progress of your investigation.
Tygerboy was being held in status by some rather large sculpture of a dragon. It looked beautiful, yet it was so deadly. It looked like something I could have crafted, had I the talent of art. But. I'm no artist. Just a scientist. I'll break you out of this dragon. Figured I owe you one for bringing Devil Wind and the excorcism team.
I have within me the power to destroy a whole planet or even a star with one monstrous strike, so it only seems sensible to hold back a large percentage of my full potential. Soil raced through my veins and formed a stone glove on my right hand. I tapped the sculpture as you would knock on a door and it exploded like a small bomb. Who's the tall guy?
(Back to me.)
"Mine." I replied, before turning back to Emerald Dragon and realising just how bloody CHEESY that reply was. "You said if I beat YOU, not some ice sculpture." I didn't glance down at my leg. I knew it had been holed. Several times probably. I hovered a foot into the air and propelled myself (how, I have no idea) into flight fast at the Tsoo man.
I caught him around the midriff and propelled the pair of us into the boxes beyond before breaking his nose with my forehead.He staggered back, but recovered his composure as I sent a mental command for my leg to heal. He dodged my punch easily and tried a nerve strike to my chest. I barely dodged it and his fingers cracked a rib-bone. That didn't hurt later, that hurt NOW. I brought my outstretched arm's elbow down towards the back of his neck but he twisted and I impacted on his shoulder. Probably hurt myself more than him. He went for a leg sweep and tagged my left foot as my right smacked into his head. We both fell back. What was it about this bloody leg? Achille's leg? I flipped up again as did he. He wasn't using the arm I'd hit earlier. Great. I had done some damage, it seemed. Not enough though. He made to strike again but I was ready for him. I tensed my stomach muscles but managed to catch his extended foot. He switched to an enzu-giri (or whatever it's called where he attempts to use his free foot to kick me in the head) and I took the kick. A few stars and some of my own blood in my eyes was a fair price for breaking his ankle, I figured. he dropped as I fought to stay upright. This was a hurter of a day alright. My vision swum. Great. Three of them to fight. I did what I always did in this case. Smelt for the enemy's blood from his nose and targeted that. (the left one.) I saw my fist connect full on with his face and all three spat a tooth out. I kept it up as much as I could as he kept hitting me. I felt another rib go. Blood arrived in the back of my throat as I gasped for breath and smashed a punch into HIS rigs. I felt a few of them go too. I summoned what remained of my speed and sent it through to my fists. I felt, rather than saw, him fall as I'd temporarily lost my vision in my good eye. I was tracking him now by sound alone as there was too much spilled blood - his and mine - to track him that way.
I didn't even know he'd stayed down. "I will tell you." He gasped, his breath whistling through his missing teeth as I found time to blink. Things began to return to my sight. Heavy red tints though. "In that drawer." He commented. "A ledger. To the next link..." He passed out. I kept my hearing on him as I stumbled over to the table. It could be a trap. But I wasn't feeling like waiting. I didn't think I had the time. I opened the drawer, took the ledger and hit the emergency base teleport on the PDD.
I arrived in the base and collapsed on the floor, bleeding from the mouth.
Continued
'You lose more of your femininity every day Doroe. It's very appealing.' - SLEDGEHAMMER!
(Dragonfly again.)
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I liked this kid. He was funny. Smart. Witty. I left him to the fight. Sat down on a box and slouched. Threw my feet up on a second box and rooted for him. They called him Tygerboy. Aparantly he was some guy from the future. Judging by the way he fights, his future must have been preety grim. This guy fought like an animal, bloodsport like some underground streetfighter. The two of them looked like common thugs in a brawl but with all that speed and blood, they actually resembled a wild tiger fighting a dragon. I was just loving it. Wow, this beats television anyday.
It got bloodier and bloodier but it wasn't my fight. Anyway, I had the best seat in the house. With Manticore's teleportation grid, Tygerboy's life was covered for the most part. My stomach rumbled as the tall guy fell to the floor. I realised I was getting hungry. Just as a nice hot bowl of Chow Main crossed my mind, Tygerboy pulled open a drawer to withdraw a ledger. My mouth opened to ask what its for but he was already gone.
Bit rude I thought, not even a thank you or a see you at headquaters, so I jumped to my feet, dusted off my brand new Militia costume and walked over to the fallen fighter muttering to myself.[/i] About breaking the ice, you're welcome kid, no no really its no big deal. Anytime, you know. I gave the man a hard kick in the stomach before tagging him with an arrest beacon.
(Tyger.)
I managed to pull myself around a bit. I couldn't feel anything, just a kind of Ow feeling throughout my body. My face was stuck to the floor by my own blood. It still filled half my mouth. I managed to push some out with my tongue and moved my free arm to the PDD. It had an emergency button, I recalled. Slightly larger than the others. I pressed it and passed out again.
'You lose more of your femininity every day Doroe. It's very appealing.' - SLEDGEHAMMER!
This is a link to a story written (mostly) by me in my guise of Wildchild and featuring two of my toons, Tygerboy and Vigilante Storm. It's designed to be continued in roleplay in the game and Will be continued in story as well.
http://cohmilitia.suddenlaunch3.com/inde...667&start=0
'You lose more of your femininity every day Doroe. It's very appealing.' - SLEDGEHAMMER!