((This kind of caught me off guard, but we can roll with it and as long as everyone is happy with where it goes we'll keep it as RPreality! I don't mind WG being the helpless one for the RP. I'll post a proper response shortly. So until this is concluded though for timeframe sake we'll say it hasn't started yet so I can still post on FS and run WG in game for a bit. Everyone cool with that? 
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Kyle rolls the paper over in his hands. His eyes are cold, hard in a way they've never been before. "... Alright, Paul," he says to himself, "You didn't even leave me an address."
With an economy of motion, he writes a concise note and sticks it to the fridge with a bunny-shaped magnet on the off-chance Lilah swings by the apartment. Idly, he leans against the fridge, checks his phone for messages--a habit, more than anything--and calls up his e-mail system.
"Has Paul captured you?" he types into the body of an e-mail, followed by "if so, do you want me to come help? If so, what're your current GPS coordinates?"
With a click of a button, he sends the message to Kelly; then sets his own personal timer. Ten minutes. With her built-in internet connection, if she hasn't responded in ten minutes...
The Widow Girl remained in a state of semi-delerium. The arachnoid part of her mind still recovering from the arachnoid gas still remained mostly unaware of her surroundings but the cybernetic parts had rebooted almost immediately after the EMP blast. When Magnus rebuild her he had counted on someone trying to exploit her weakness too Dobbs poison and the system had already started pumping the antidote through her body although quite a bit of damage had already been done. The system would normally have fired instantly but after that EMP shot it hadn't gotten back online quite in time for the blobs gasseous assault.
In her mind she recieved the message from Kyle. Her mind slowly grasping what had just happened too her. She sent the GPS co-ordinates in response to his request. The mercenary knew better that to try and move or open her eyes yet. She was in no condition to defend herself should her attackers note her awakening sooner than they expected. So she waited in silence for something too happen. Kelly knew on her defeat and awakening that her location would have been also sent to Ares Corp instantly. They had a lot of money invested in her and wouldn't let it just slip away. The problem was they didn't really need her alive to recover the cyberware and data from her so she wasn't sure how soon that calvery would arrive.
Kyle's eyes snapped open as his phone beeped. He nodded, silently, slipped it into one of his belt pouches. He couldn't exactly fly anymore, but then, he didn't expect to need to. The coordinates weren't very far away.
On the way out the door, he snagged the six-inch bar magnet he kept by the door and stalked out into the night. He didn't bother to change. There was no point.
((You want to set the scene of what's there for us Paul? 
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((Whats this now? Looks intriguing. Bit skosh, but intriguing. Is there a specific character requirement here, or can anybody join?))
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
Characters
((It's an offshoot from people who have made rp-character accounts for themselves on formspring.me but since that tool doesn't really lend itself to long RP or planning, I thought I'd draw people over to the boards. I would happily recommend making a character account on formspring and looking for Kyle Sands, Widow Girl, paul ooshun, or any of the really interesting Virtue characters who have accounts there - it's quite lively!
Kyle, Wilson is really more your NPC so i don't want to mess with him too much, I'll set the scene and you can have fun, unless you want me to write bits for him?))
Wilson flexed his claws and clicked his knuckles.
The ends of the claws on one hand were now tipped with sharp shiny metal, and a series of tubes connected to a pump on his chest were gradually dosing him full of superadyne. It was a modified piece of Freakshow kit, the sort of stuff Doc Buzzsaw had plenty of lying around. Thanks to the regenerative effects of the Dyne the scars from his operation were already healing up.
For reasons beyond him, some blob of sludge calling himself Paul Ooshun (Wilson didnt get the pun) had busted him out of a jail transport and dragged him off to a surgeon who fixed him up with this pump and some neat additions to his mutant claws. The Dyne floating around his system was already making him feel stronger and faster than before. A sense of power was flooding through him, and a restless nervousness was welling up inside. Fortunately the slime bucket had left him a little warm-up practice in the form of a spider-chick.
The high vaulted ceiling of the room made sound echo eerily around. It was enclosed, just one door in or out. In this abandoned section of Boomtown nobody would stumble across this place by accident. Paul had told him to be ready though. Apparently some heroes would show up for the spider-chick and Wilson guarding her was payment from his freedom and upgrades. Whatever. All Wilson knew was that the Marauding Madcat was back on the prowl, and the first order of business was finding out what this girls screams would sound like echoing around the room. Paul had left her tied up to a chair using steel cables, in front of a table. The only other decoration in the dimly lit bleak prison-cell of a room was a battered wide-screen monitor hooked up to one wall.
It crackled into life. It was the blob.
Howdy Maddog!
Its Madcat! growled Wilson.
Sure thing. Listen, your little girlie there has called the cavalry, and its time for me to let you in on why I busted you out. Its your old pal Kyle Sands! Remember your prison cell mate? The one who broke out and left you behind to be caught? I bet you do!
Kylie kylie kylie
this gets better an better! Wilson grinned evilly. Hed dreamt of what hed do to Kyle if he ever got his hands on him. He narrowed his eyes at Widow Girl. So whos she?
Oh, thats his girlfriend. Knock yourself out. But one thing dont kill her. Dont want her medi-porting out of here do we? a beeping noise sounded behind Paul. The screen crackled as he turned to see what it was Ooh! Youll have company soon! Have fun Maddog, I gotta go get a better view of this
the screen blinked off.
Wilson turned to Widow Girl and held her face in his wickedly sharp talon-tipped hand, putting on just enough pressure to draw blood. Dont worry sweetie, its been a long time since I saw a woman, and Im not going to kill you. He drew a finger down her cheek, a crimson streak following it Ive had plenty of practice at keeping people alive while I have fun with em!
The pump hummed faster as he grinned nastily and raised his claws
Kelly or the Widow Girl as she was more commonly known was in a lot of pain now that her mind was waking up more and more each second. Her body flooded with the required chemicals and anti-toxins thanks to her cybernetic implants. The downside was a warning was flashing in the corner of her vision. The chemicals freeing her from the effects of the arachnoid gas as well as helping heal her wounds was also killing off the chemical she needed daily to keep her from going insane again. She could already feel the urges rising within her to kill, destroy, inflict.
Her attention was brought back to reality and she finally opened her eyes to look at her captor as he held her face with a wickedly clawed hand. Listening to Paul's conversation she learned that this man must have been the one responsible for hurting her Kyle, the man she was coming too love. The metal cables around her pressed in against her armored chitin skin uncomfortably and she knew she had to do something to stall this man and give her rescuer or rescuers time to reach her before things got too bad.
Madcat saw her flex against the cables weakly and laughed at her plight. Even her extra spider limbs had been bound tightly to prevent their movement. As he raised that vicious looking hand to begin playing with her she spit in his face. No saliva however, it was a sticky weblike substance than covered his mouth, nose and eyes. His hand came down to tear her face off but fell short as he was shocked by the sudden innability to see or breathe. The claws slid off the upper part of her face drawing lines in the chitin there but luckily not enough to damage her flesh underneith. Lifting both legs which were also tied together she kicked him in the chest sending the surprised Madcat away from her as he busied himself tearing the webbing off his face. Her chair shattered and she fell the the floor roughly. Flexing with all her might she tried to break free but the metal cables were far too much for even her enhanced strength. She couldn't even bend her extra limbs around enough to try and cut herself free. It would only be a short time before Madcat was back on her and this time she was out of surprises and out of any way too defend herself as she writhed on the floor angrily.
Her cybernetic weapons opened up from the near ends of her bound spider limbs and started firing off randomly. Blowing holes in walls and setting several fires around the warehouse she hoped it would either get someones attention or burn herself to death before this man could garner any pleasure from her helpless form.
((Not sure if Paul or PTN want anyone else in this or not, my toon is just the prisoner for this As far as I know it's going to be a short rescue mish. Kind of a test of the heroes morality by a villain kind of deal. It's really up too them.))
Kyle's entrance wasn't exactly silent. It didn't matter, Madcat was tugging at the webbing covering his eyes and nose; his new metallic claws digging into his face. Kyle lept, spun--a wave of sand accelerated to several times the speed of sound took him in the back of the knees.
Madcat toppled over, howled in irritation. Without much care, the feral mutant tore the webbing from his face; leaving lines of blood. There would be scars, Kyle thought. His own scarred lips curled upwards into a faint, almost vicious smile. It seemed like poetic justice.
Madcat lept to his feet in a single acrobatic motion, Kelly forgotten behind him. He dropped low, seemed about ready to lunge. Kyle stared at him, didn't bother to drop into a defensive posture.
"Saaaandy," Madcat growled, his lips curling upwards into a sneer. He licked his lips, tasted blood, grinned. Kyle realized Madcat didn't realize it was his own; his pupils were too dialated. The Superadine pump in his chest had kicked in full-force.
"How long until that pump kills you?" Kyle taunted quietly. "The Freakshow use Excelsior for a reason--how long until your body rejects those new implants of yours, Madcat?"
"... Shut up, Sandy," Madcat growled. He lunged, a swift, graceful motion at odds to his large sides. Kyle brought up his forearms, blocked the hit. Winced. He'd caught Madcat on the wrists, and the blow had still numbed his arms. Kyle rolled away, glanced up at Kelly, wondered how long it'd take her to call her children to help. Madcat lunged again, Kyle hit him in the forehead with a grain of sand--he slipped, landed hard, Kyle rolled away again. He could keep this up indefinitely... long enough for Kelly to figure a way out of her chains. Probably long enough to exhaust Madcat's drug supply. He had the energy for a fight like this... his powers may have been nearly useless on their own, but they still gave him an overabundance of energy that most people seemed to find annoying.
Kelly sat up as best she could, her mind putting out the call to her cybernetically enhanced spider children. Grown in a tank but created from eggs taken from her own body and armed for battle. She could have called them anytime but she was certain she'd have been dead long before they could have helped her. Now however the enemy was completely ignoring her and focusing on Kyle.
Within a span of seconds the spiders who were never far from their mother lowered down from above. Three of the smallest ones moved to her and began cutting her bonds off with small plasma torches extending from their bodies. The three larger ones moved to the side so as too not catch Kyle in the crossfire and opened up at her tormentors backside.
The Widow girl rose too her feet with murder in her eyes as her bonds broke free. A too wide to be human grin broke out on her face and her eyes danced.
"I hope Paul is watching as I mess up his morality test for my love." She growled as her and the three smaller spiders also opened up on her tormentor. Her cybernetic implants firing plasma shots from her extra limbs as she started to stalk forward. Unlike Kyle, Kelly had zero qualms about ending this maniacs life.
Madcat howled as a bolt of lightning caught him in the back. He ducked, tried to roll away--Kyle lunged, caught his legs in a scissor-kick, tripped him. Madcat grinned, sensing victory, lunged--he was better in a close--
Madcat shook his head, tried to take stock of his situation. His head was pounding, he was on his back on a pile of shattered wooden boxes. Sandy hit him that hard? He tried to clear his head, but the drugs... the drugs... everything swirled, a rainbow of scents and sights that demanded he hunt. He roared, rolled to his feet, simply gave in to his feral senses.
Kyle cursed and rolled out of the way--four bloody lines carved into his back for his trouble. He scrambled to escape even as the cybernetic spiders let up their assault for fear of striking Kyle by mistake. Kyle cursed under his breath--it was all he could do just to keep out of Madcat's reach--then focused.
The soft howl of sand accelerating past the speed of sound filled the tight warehouse, echoing off the jagged boxes and rusting machinery. Kyle swept Madcat's feet out from under him, then lept away--creating some distance and buying himself some time. He frowned, fished the metal bar magnet from a belt-pouch; then closed his fist around it, hiding it from sight.
Kelly had really wanted to avoid getting into melee range with this man in her current condition but with the speed he was moving and engaging Kyle in melee there was no time to line up the kill shot. She mentally ordered her 'children' to circle them and take shots as they became available as she started to run into attack.
A small bar of metal ejected from a compartment on one of her spider legs and unfolded several times over until it was a full size bladed energy mace. She caught it out of the air with the ease of someone who's done this several times before. She swung at Madcats legs from behind intenting to break or cut them clear off while he was distracted by Kyle. He must have heard her coming though because he jumped over it with a snarl. She didn't give him time to be proud of his accomplishment though as her spider limbs stabbed forward savagely putting several holes through his body and sending him crashing too the floor. She felt the pain race through her own spider limbs however as he counter attacked the retreating legs. The trained soldier in her ignored the pain long enough to smash her mace into his ankle. She didn't see how much damage she'd dealt though as the drug fiending Madcat embedded his claws into her thigh, easily piercing her chitin and causing her to stumble sideways into some crates, her leg bleeding out onto the floor.
Madcat bounded after Kelly like a rabid dog, his mouth foaming as he started to overdose. With a shriek, the metal bar magnet caught him in the temple. It hadn't been moving at hypersonic speeds--if it had, it probably would've been a deadly blow. As it was, it just knocked Madcat sprawling. Kyle lept, snatched the magnet out of the air; grabbed it with his powers, started it moving again.
Magnetic acceleration was tricky, but using a magnet made it easier. He really couldn't keep anything larger aloft, but--there was a soft crack as the Magnet broke the sound barrier--it was still heavier than a bullet, and moving a good deal faster. Madcat lurched to his feet again, his eyes mad with rage and drugs.
Kyle took him in the kneecap--Madcat's leg bent the wrong way, he fell heavily, his howl of rage transformed to one of pain.
As the Madcat faceplanted in front of her with his leg bent the wrong way in a painful looking position Widow Girl used her arm to keep standing by grabbing a crate.
Fast as lightning her four spider limbs stabbed down, each one impaling her former tormentors limbs. One through each wrist and one through each ankle. She used them to lift herself up above him with a cruel smile on her lips.
"What's the matter little kitty? Did you hurt your knee?" She asked him as she lifted her mace up in preperation for the finishing blow. Stopping however and looking too Kyle she spoke.
"You have far more history with this man than I do hun. What do you want too do with him?"
Kyle steps over the writhing Madcat, the fight forgotten. His finger's brush Kelly's cheek, the blood still flowing from the angry red cut there. "He's unimportant," Kyle says quietly, "A bad memory, nothing more. We need to get that looked at--let's get out of here."
Kelly smiles, leaving the helpless man where he is. Relaxing instantly at Kyle's touch. She turns and leaves, limping and using her Kyle for support.
((RP thread for some folks interacting on Formspring...))
Paul watched the video feed as Widow Girl stepped cautiously into the warehouse. Stealthily slinking across the top of some crates she got herself into a vantage point and surveyed the room. There was no sign of Paul Ooshun, just endless uniform packing crates, some dust and cobwebs. No notion of who stored all this stuff in Paragon Citys palatial warehouses. She sniffed the air and caught a scent of crude oil and a lingering greasy stench. Paul had probably been here a few hours ago. No obvious signs of an ambush, but similarly nothing to make her let her guard down either. Hed said he would leave a trail
A glint of light caught her attention. Carefully laid on one of the boxes was a Crab Spider helm. A dim red glow shuddered down the sensors, the last ebb of power from its internal systems. Since Paul has promised to help her hunt down the Arachnos agents who had been involved in the attack on Kyle, this seemed like an appropriate clue.
She dropped down onto the floor and walked over to it. The scuttling noise of a rat made her whip round to look, but she soon relaxed. She took a look at the helmet, first from one side, then crouched down looking at it from the other. No tripwires, hidden bombs or anything that would give her cause for concern. Of course, in her line of work, it paid to be wary. Dumb mercenaries didnt last long.
She picked up the helmet and felt its weight, before turning it over to look inside, in case hed hidden something there. He had. It was a movement sensor.
The movement tripped the nearby delta-pulse EMP bombs hidden in the crates sending a juddering blast of electric energy that Kelly felt more than saw. Her mind went haywire as the specially designed weapons caused havoc with the bits of her brain that Ares had reconstructed with nanocomputing technology. She felt her legs buckle just as the floor shimmered and a portal opened under her.
Bingo! cried Paul with delight, firing up the makeshift portal gate. In his hideout hundreds of miles away, the jury-rigged portal corp scraps thrummed into life and connected the floor of the warehouse with the ceiling of his cave. Widow Girl fell through an instant before the battered technology sputtered and fused, causing the gate to wink out of existence.
With surprising speed and agility for a corpulent blob of goo, Paul Ooshun leapt across to his victim and smashed his huge fist into her face before she could get her bearings. Come into my parlour said the no wait he paused before hitting her again Thats your line, aint it? Ah well, thanks for trustin' me!
The sludge monster opened his mouth wide and belched a noxious gas straight into Kellys face. Her skin burned and she felt her lungs tighten as she fought for breath. Whaddya think? Terrance Dobbs own special recipe for Arachnoid gas. Hurts, dont it? He belched another cloud of the stuff over her, and she thrashed and then lay still as the fumes overcame her.
Paul turned and looked at his accomplice in the corner. Treat em mean, keep em keen, right Doc? She ought to be out for a few hours. Nothing personal with her, but shes got poor taste in men. Meanwhile Im hoping youre all finished up with our patient? If so, Ill give little Kyle a call and we can get this show on the road!
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A knock at the door startled Kyle slightly out of his thoughts. He limped over, still nursing the injuries hed recently gotten at the hands and legs of Lord Recluse. With a quick check to make sure it wasnt a very polite Longbow assault squad come to call on him, he opened the door and looked around. There was nothing unusual, but a copy of the morning paper.
As he picked it up he noticed the gooey residue that it left behind, sticking to one corner of the paper. He held it a little at arms length, and satisfied that he couldnt see anyone who might have left it, brought it inside and shut the door. The paper was already folded open at page five, and an article circled in red. It mentioned a breakout of some convicts en route between the Zig and a court appearance. One name stood out without needing to be highlighted: Wilson Baratta.
Kyles eyes darted to a piece of paper sticking out of the paper. His heartbeat quickened slightly. He took it out and unfolded it. It was a crude sketch of a woman with four extra limbs, lying in what he assumed was meant to be a pool of blood, nude and posed in an unflattering way. To the side was scribbled in child-like handwriting:
Hi BuDDy,
gueSs Who dropped in on me today? She was even nice enough to pose for a sketch I made of her. We had so much fun I thought we should get another buddy of yours along too, so I broke Wilson outta jail. Hes with her now and theyre both waiting for you. He was a bit beat up from jail, so my doc friend fixed him up with a Dyne pump in his chest. But between you and me, its made him kinda crazy. Dont be mad at me! So anyway I left them alone, but you should probably drop in and see how theyre doing. Two of your lovers in the same room - could be trouble eh?
Your pal
Paul Ooshun xx
PS I forgot to say Wilsons op didnt go so well. Hes overdosed on Dyne and has to burn it off a little, so if you knock him out the stress will make his heart burst. Aint that a pip? Hope that doesnt clash with your no-killing rule.