Paragon Overwatch is recruiting ((New Hero RP SG))

*A number of flyers posted throughout the city bear this message*

The newly formed Paragon Overwatch is recruiting!

Help get drugs off our streets!
Help stop gangs from terrorising the people!
Help stop super powered crime that harms the people of our fair city!

For those of you who want to help protect the citizens of Paragon from the effects of crime on the streets please contact Noetic the current Chief Co-ordinator of the Paragon Overwatch.

We aim to protect everyone from the effects crime has on Paragon city.


((This is a new Hero roleplay supergroup I am setting up on Union. I'm more than happy to welcome any an all roleplayers both new and old. I hope to provide a very friendly group with a number of interesting stories and plots to keep things exciting. So contact me in game on Noetic or @Gashjackel to apply.))

((whispers quietly "you forgot to mention which server it's on"))

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((whispers quietly "you forgot to mention which server it's on"))

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((Oh yeah >.> Forgot that some people RP on servers other than Union lol. Oh well we all make mistakes.))

Fearless Dragon looks over the sign, and spots the name Noetic
"Hey, thats Sharky. I'm, like, totaly there already, Dude"

Restora sat against the wall of the echoey room, and tried to get comfortable. Noetic had let her crash there after inviting her to join the Overwatch.

It had already been a hectic day; chasing down bits of information about the Circle's ritual that had - according to that purple-haired-thunder-guy - activated her genetic structure or something... This was a bit too much for a girl training to be a designer. "To think that I wanted to be a cape costume designer..." she sighed outloud.

Noetic looked up from her, from his place at the base's small computer, then went back to work, tracking down information about the zombie-guys plans to poison the city's water supply.

So much she'd found out in one day. Zombies. Ice-flinging trolls, where she'd first met the Dragon-man and Noetic. And also a strange, otherworldly club called Pocket D - although she hadn't been there yet. She wondered if thunder-guy went there? Perhaps she'd get a change to ask why the hell he rescued her, if all that was going to happen was that she was going to become a freak.

Restora sighed, and fell asleep, her dreams still rough-edged. But perhaps there was a small glimmer of hope, thanks to the Overwatch; they must have got to her in time.

After a very heavy night of drinking, MissFire staggared down one of the alleyways in Kings Row, nearly clooiding with a pole. Staggering back, she looked at it in her somewhat confused state before noticing the poster attached. "Hey cool! Looks like a laugh"

*a fresh batch of posters are put up with an added message*

"Hiring doctors and people with technical and mechanical skills"

Lady Stormcrow pondered on the nights events, Noetic, The scholarly man who had offered her a place in The Overwatch made it sound so interesting. Perhaps helping others could bring her closer to forgetting the guilt. Turning off the light with a flick of her finger, she headed to bed, wondering what tomorrow would bring.

*a new version of the posters are up with a handwritten message added*

"Come on we really need a doctor here. Surely someones willing to do it? All the medicine you can carry?"

Rayash stood for a moment, idly scratching his chin as he read the poster. Pulling a small handheld device from his pocket, he studied it for a moment and pressed a button as he was bathed in a dull green light.

"I wouldn't exactly call myself doctor material. But this should be interesting all the same."

He raised his phone and flicked through the speed dial for Cadao, the guy was a little creepy sure, but he usually had the information that he was looking for.

"Yeah I'm looking for a guy called Noetic, no no.. He's not in trouble, I'd like to get in contact with him.. Right okay.. You're sure? Alright thanks Cadao, I'll keep an eye out for any circle for you in return."

Pulling out a PDA he messed around with the touch screen quickly sending out a letter of interest electronically.

"Well let's hope he's not one of those magic users that can't use a computer to save their life.."