Metropolis. A bustling city, full of expensive greasy food, rugrats, dumb tourists, and everything great about the big city. The smell of gasoline and the sound of arguing people fill the air. Despite all of that, it's rather peaceful. Until that villain appeared. The "Voodoo Man." His little minions are everywhere, stirring up trouble for you and all citizens. You have a grudge on the guy yourself, most likely.

But it seems you're not the only one. The Mayor is looking to put an end to the Voodoo Man's charade and sent out letters to retrieve heroes, a new Generation of fighters to protect the city.

After somehow receiving the letter yourself, you show up at the Town Hall for whatever reasons. You are met at the front desk by a grumpy middle aged receptionist with a croaky smoker's voice that hands you a form and points you to the Mayor's office.

When you get there, others are already looking around and eye you up curiously as you enter.

Who are the rest of these idiots?

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Maxwell was one of the earlier arrivals, though no one noticed him. School happened to let out early today, luckily enough. Something about the sewage system being backed up again... but when wasn't something broken at that place, really?

But who was Max to argue about leaving early? He had about, what, 15 minutes of peace until he found the letter in his mailbox? Max certainly didn't hesitate to run over there as fast as he could after seeing the name of the villain— well, teleported a couple of times really. It was the same guy who purposely made him even more of an outcast amongst his peers, for no apparent reason. Max wasn't going for revenge, he simply wanted to stop him before he hurts anyone else. That's just how he was.

Maxwell had arrived and sat quietly in a chair, carefully filling out the giant stack of paperwork with neat information, not trying to socialize with any other to-be heroes who came in. Though, a few caught his eye. Either they were boisterous, frightening, or just simply strange looking. Max felt as if he might have walked into the wrong room multiple times. It only made him more self conscious when he looked down and saw that he was still in his usual baggy school uniform, making him seem even more in the wrong place compared to these crazy looking people. They at least looked out of high school, if anything...

But, he didn't say anything. Just quietly fixed his glasses and went back to his paperwork. After all, there was no way he could talk to any of these weirdos, even if he wanted to.



A skeptical thin white brow cocked at the entrance of the town hall, judging the building profusely. For a town hall, it sure was bland as all hell. No wonder she preferred the alleys, at least neon lights had more life than this dull place!

Violet took another annoyed glance at the letter, already crumpled into a ball in her hand. She then took a look at all the professional people in suits and heels entering the Town Hall. Her eyes fell on her own attire, which was really short from a bikini top and a latex skirt with a pair of sneakers. Hey, she put a jacket over it, so she wasn't completely naked...

"They wanted me for my power, not for the lack of material on my body. I'm sure the mayor won't be complaining." Violet huffed, scratching the back of her head with annoyance. Lets just get this over with so I can punch that Voodoo guy's face in.

The white haired girl entered the place, her sharp nailed hands now tucked in her jacket pockets, she snapping her gum curiously as she took a lazy look around. Violet stepped up to the receptionist, noting her terrible skin and teeth and the aroma of at least three packs of cigarettes, before taking the hefty packet from her and heading in the direction of the mayor's office.

"Aaand in the trash can..."

After throwing away the bundle of papers she was supposed to fill out, Violet pushed open the oak door of the Mayor's office and stepped in quickly, only to be met with pairs of eyes looking at her expectantly. Eh? Oh, the note said "heroes"... plural. Probably should have actually read the thing instead of just skimming it. Oh well.

"Hello fellow mistak— I mean mutants. Anyone see Mr. Mayor?" Quite carelessly, Violet leaped up onto the mayor's desk as she asked this and crossed her legs, sitting comfortably where she was and not bothering to really interact with anyone besides that.

@Weird Tales@Karkinos@GarlandDaHero@l0ck0n@Utrax@FallenTrinity@Cat@Depressedsoviet@Deathsong12@Burning Kitty@Blight Bug@blumenk@MechonRaptor@Melkor (I apologize if I missed anyone.)

A young man carefully approached the receptionist desk, softly clearing his throat to get her attention, then unfolding and displaying the letter he had received. The weathered woman stared at his odd ensemble of jacket, hoodie, mask, and tie with an incredulous expression, as if to ask 'this was the best costume you could come up with?' Eventually, though, she handed him a rather thick packet and pointed him towards where all the other heroes were apparently gathering.

Quickly skimming through the contents of the papers as he walked, Lei suddenly froze as he felt a reverberating buzz from the phone in his back pocket. Prying it out and turning on the screen, he sighed as he saw the bold words of a text message emblazoned on the front, reading in call caps, [WHERE R U??]. The masked man paused for a moment before writing a message back, which he discovered was extremely difficult to do while wearing leather gloves.

[It's hero business. Sorry Jin, but could you keep this a secret from mom and dad?]

[Hold on, listen.]



Lei decided that was a good time to shut off his phone. Shaking his head as he imagined the storm that was now brewing in his home life, the scale-speckled man attempted to push such thoughts aside as he opened the door to the office. Blinking for a moment as he scanned the room, the wide array of people there took him a bit by surprise. Of course he caught a few stares as well, what with his green hair and the eerily slit pupils of his yellow eyes.

Opting to simply remain silent and fill out the forms he had received, Lei realized too late that the receptionist had neglected to give him a pen, which he somehow doubted was accidental. Deciding he could probably find a spare one somewhere on the mayor's desk, the hooded man made his way there and began to search, which unfortunately put him in rather close proximity to the...liberally dressed woman who was sitting casually atop it.

"I'm uh, borrowing this." He murmured quietly to her as he waved a black pen in his hand. Since she was one of the few people in the room without a packet, he assumed that maybe she was part of the mayor's personal staff or something. She certainly seemed to behave like she owned the place.

As Lei began to fill in some of the blank lines, he realized bitterly that it was pretty difficult to write with leather gloves on, too. He definitely underestimated the amount of paperwork he'd be encountering when he tailored this crime-fitting costume, that was for sure.

Meanwhile sitting on a bench in the receptionist office was Kimberly Hawkins with her left leg crossed over her right. Her head was tilted ever so slightly to the side as she was writing down on some forums she had attached to a clipboard. She clicked her novelty light up pen off and swayed to the receptionist desk and placed down the clipboard.

Upon finishing this task she checked to see if the pom poms were still attached to the belt of her, as she liked to call it, 'mercenary' cheerleading shorts. They were still attached; after twirling her novelty pen for a moment she returned it back into her purse which was hanging over her shoulder.

At this point Kimberly took notice of the other scantily clad girl's request. Hawkins knew another 'Cheer Mercenary' when saw one, she would need to gather information about this one and whether or not she would vie for dominance as Cheer Squad Captain when the time came. But for now, simply establishing a dialogue would work.

Kimberly spun to face Violet and placed her left hand on her hip and waggled her right hand while speaking, "Like I haven't seen him for clear. Saaay where'dja get the gear?"

The Mastertorn helicopter landed on the roof of city hall. Sara & Veronica the only occupants got out. The helicopter flew back to where it came from. Veronica with weapon in hand proceeded into the building to ensure there was no hidden danger. Sara just rolled her eyes. They eventually made their way to the gathering of the heroes. Sara took a seat. Veronica took up a defensive position by Sara. Sara surveyed the occupants of the room. She already had a dossier ready on all of them, based on what the mayor provided and what could be learned from social networks and other places. She was was trying to determine what could be added to the dossiers and what might need removal. Veronica was sizing up their weaknesses if the need arose and she had to put them down.

Ted heard the agonized screams of a thug who he had stabbed with his combat knife. Today was the time for him to go to town hall and meet this new team of heroes, but first he had to take out some trash, human trash that is. He had been on his way to this first meeting, but Ted had seen a couple getting harassed by a group of goons and being a crime fighter meant that he had to take down thugs when he saw them causing trouble.

He had given them his usual warning and showed off his sharp knife for measure, but the goons just seemed to find his teddy bear appearance to be funny and laughed at him. Ted took their laughter as a sign that they had refused to listen to his words and leave so now it was time for pain and punishment. Ted pulled his knife out of the first thug and then made his paw charge with electricity and shocked the man into unconsciousness. He then began to utilize both his knife and paws in combat against the rest of these goons.

His fighting style was very effective thanks to his small size and making it harder to be struck. After landing a rock hard punch to the last thug, Ted stood over the bloodied goons and took out a cigar to smoke. He turned to look at the couple he had saved and released a puff of smoke.

"No need to thank me, just doing my job" he said as they just stared at him in shocked silence. He then turned and began to walk away. Ted heard one of the thugs groan in pain as was moving towards the main road. He stopped and bent down to look directly at the beat up punk.

"Don't cause anymore trouble you hear? I'll be back if you do" he said and put on a pair of black sunglasses as he continued on his way.

He soon came to the town hall and went in to see that there were other superhumans already gathered there. It looked like that was going to a pretty good sized group.

"This looks like quite the party. Where's the mayor who started this gang?" he asked out loud.

Elijah arrived at the doorstep of the City Hall after a dead sprint down Main Street and a leaping backflip over the street running parallel to the building. After brushing off his outfit, and cracking his neck and knuckles, he pushed open a set of double-doors, shouting "All right, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up." in a voice heard all throughout the building. Approaching the receptionist's desk he tipped a non-existent hat and stated "Bond, James Bond." as the woman thrust the stack of paperwork into his arms. Stepping towards the Mayor's office, he called back to the woman "Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." as he gave her a massive grin and a wink. With a skip, a hop, and a jump, he burst into the Mayor's office, took a long look at the assembled group of freaks, misfits, and mutants before saying "Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."

As he walked towards a chair, he took immediate notice of the seemingly sentient teddy bear within the office. With a non-contacting elbow nudge towards the plushie, he chuckled and said "Thunder Buddies for life, right?" before plopping down in a chair. Pulling out a nice fountain pen, he spoke directly to the stack of papers "Say hello...to my little friend!" and began furiously jotting down every answer he could on the paper, finishing in what had to be record time. With a satisfied grin, he tucked away the pen, and shifted up from a seated position in the chair, the soles of his feet pressed against the seat as he crouched, his arms resting against his thighs, and his eyes quickly looking over every visible object in the room.

@Cherrywitch



Richard took a detour on his way to school, intending to skip school for today as he had more important matters to attend. Arriving at the city hall Richard checked that he hadnt forgotten anything important, he had his belt and his steel bat in case things got awry and the letter he took away from those burglars. Going to the front desk he showed his card to the receptionist and asked for the place where the heroes would met, giving a smile to the receptionist. His question was met with a packet being given to him and a finger pointing at a door.

At first Richard thought he was given the wrong door, since this looked more like a "cosplay ex-convicts" reunion than a superhero, but upon returning to the receptionist he was met with a glare and her finger pointing at the door again. He sat on the first empty chair he saw, trying to ignore the weirdness of the situation and ready to begin writting the paperwork. Taking out his only pencil out of his pocket Richard began writing in the blank lines, until the pencil tip broke off.

Richard checked his bag in search for another pencil or a pen, finding nothing and leaving asking another person as his only option. He searched for the most normal person in the room, since they were more likely to have an extra pencil. His search stopped when his sights set on a boy wearing a school uniform too, that was a couple of rows infront of him. Since he probably wouldnt hear him with all the people in the room Richard decided to poke him in the back with his bat, hoping to catch his attention.

Chie happily skipped in circles around the main town hall reception lobby, glad to have a potential opportunity to meet this so-called "Voodoo Man" and the supposed source of her arcane abilities. She was humming a little ditty to herself as she scouted out the others who had just recently arrived. A cheerleader, a man in a hoodie...hold on, was that a freaking TEDDY BEAR? Not to mention some other weird guy who looked like Hannibal Lecter if he was a member of the X-Men. What the heck were those things coming out of his head? So bizarre...

She shuffled her deck of tarot cards and sat down at one of the benches in the lobby, still whistling to herself. Everyone seemed special in their own little way, each here for their own reasons, most likely. Chie figured she would break the ice a little with a bit of fortune telling. Nothing bad could come out of that, right? She had just cleansed the cards before she set off for the town hall, so all the bad juju that may or may not have been in the cards should be gone.

"Hey, hey!" the young tarot reader called out to everyone. "Anyone want their fortune read while we wait? It's freeee!~" She giggled to herself, eager to see and/or hear everyone's reactions.

"This fucking blows...Just when I was about to finish downloading Battlefield 1 they fucking call for us to come in...They're like fucking YouTube ads. Cant fucking skip'em." His hands were behind his head as he walked down the street with his two compadres. The taller of the three glanced over.

"Ah but at least with YouTube you can downlo-" Jayce pointed accusingly.

"Don't say it! I already tried and guess what? Ad blocker costs money and right now...I don't have fucking it." The shortest one in the middle piped up.

"Unless it's comes from my wallet." A pop of the vein.

"Hey dipshit, you're the one that suggested we get PlayStation 4 in the first place."

"Actually that was me." With lazy eyes Devan glanced over.

Once again, with my money...Which you still owe me for the damage done to the wall in the apartment." Jayce shot him a look.

"How much?"

$1,400... Jayce was bewildered as John snickered.

"All I did was pt my fist into the wall-"

"Which promptly afterward went through to the concrete structure inevitably putting a hole in the building the size of a basketball. So not only do they have to fix the wall in our apartment, but they have to have someone come check out the apartments structure since you can't control your strength and make sure the structure's integrity is still sound. Then they have to move us out while they fix it and also-" Cold eyes looked into Jayce's own, causing him to flinch slightly.

"I cannot get back my deposit thanks to you..." Devan narrowed them as he contemplated cutting open Jayce's throat, even if he could heal it it would satisfy him.

"Have you thought about anger management class?" John spoke up. Outside of the mayor's building, those inside could hear someone screaming-

"I DONT HAVE FUCKING ANGER PROBLEMS YOU TWATS!!!" The both comically leaned away as Jayce belted out curse words towards them. As they neared the entrance of the building. Not surprisingly, this was the mayors building. Town meetings, permits for different things and other political business was conducted here as well as the gathering of this newly formed superhero group.

"Ah you must be the-" Jayce was first through the door with his finger in the air towards the receptionist who simply gave him a dirty look. John followed suit and gave the lady behind the desk a light bow before taking the forms into his hand and moving off towards were the gathering was being held. Devan was the last through as his blades had to be waved for the hero group. Jayce had managed to talk his way out of it but Devan just went along with procedure, just so he didn't step on any toes or burn any bridges off the bat. He fell behind slightly but soon made it to the receptionist.

"Hello." Devan gave a thin smile before reciprocating with the same polite greeting.

"Hey, so question. Have you seen-" She sighed and pointed towards the door as yelling could be heard from the other side. Those lazy eyes returned as he rubbed the back of his neck and moved towards the commotion, quietly hopping it wasn't his friends.

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Jayce was the first to step through the door and took a good look at everyone in there before his tactless response came through.

"Its a fucking sausage fest in here...Dammit" Scratching the back of his head he made his way to one of the corner seats in the room away from everyone and pulled out a cigarette and lighter-

The lighter...

Where's the-

"UGhhhhhh..." Slamming his head back against the wall with a thunk, his arms dropping in defeat as he slid further in his chair. It didn't take much longer before John entered the scene and looked around for his brother. There was a slew off people in here, all here for the same reason...maybe.

"Oh Jay-bird! I have a gift for you." He sing-song as he made his way over to Jayce whose glare could kill right now. Without warning he dropped the packet of forms on his lap and a pen with it.

"What the hell is this Jeff..." He said shortly, irritation clearly in his tone of voice.

"Its hero registration forms that need to be fil-" Jayce with drew the letter he got.

Dear Hero,

As you may know, a threat has come to our great city. You may have encountered its effects already. People becoming extremely powerful, beyond normal standards and some who were not even mutants beforehand, like yourself. They are being changed by someone manipulative, a person of a dark spirit who has it out for Metropolis. He calls himself "the Voodoo Man."
Innocent people are being brainwashed by this man, and becoming these ferocious monsters who attack others for no apparent reason. They are villains.
You and other mutants are our only hope to eliminate not only these villains, but eventually the Voodoo Man himself.
Please, meet with the others at the town hall if you are willing to be a part of this Generation of heroes that will save Metropolis city.
Please, save us.

The Mayor of Metropolis
Stephen Hans

"Here's my form John...Don't need anything else." John looked slightly annoyed.

"That's not how it works Jayce. That just let's us know we were picked. We still have paperwork and documentation to fill out to make it official." Jayce leaned up to look at the packet. 'God no. I'm not filling this all out...' He thought to himself as he picked it up to weigh it. He sighed and sat up and began working on the packet. It didn't take long before he gave up and dropped it on the ground next to him.

"Nope, nah, I'm not filling the rest of this out."

"Yes you do, we have to." He shook his head.

"No, what's the point?"

"To more than likely add us into their registry."

"Fuck no, I'm not being bound by the government to do this. They choose me so its my choice to go along with it. I should have the right to leave if I wish."

"Yes they choose you and me and that guy and the girl and that..." He seemed distracted by the sentient teddy bear, leaving room for Jayce to speak up.

"Ok so we should have the right not to put this on the books."

"What books?"

This continued until Devan walked in to which Joh waved for him to come over.

"Can I leave you two alone for five minutes without hearing you argue?" Jayce shot up in his seat and held up the paper work.

"Fuck this..." Levi rolled his eyes and sat down away from them.

"Just fill it out. For all you know there might be a sign on bonus." Jayce took a moment to think about it and grinned at the idea of a large multi grand sign on with the government as a hero before Devan shattered that dream.

"And if there is you're giving me $1,400 of it to pay back the damages to the apartment..."

Jayce quietly sat there mumbling afterwards.

Slowly, more and more strange people filed in. One with bolts in his head, another dressed as a snake, so many things that filled Max with anxiety. He could feel his chest tighten up, feeling claustrophobic. Oh, how he hated crowds!! And to make it worse, these people weren't just average everyday joes either like himself. He'd start hyperventilating soon...

Already a nervous wreck, it was no surprise that when he felt something cold on his neck that he almost fell out of his chair screaming like a little girl. Luckily enough, the shriek was choked down so that instead the only noise that left him audibly was a little mouse-like squeak. Max turned in his chair to face the person behind him, shaking like a leaf. Social interaction?! Wahhhh, it was his worse nightmare!! What did this kid want from him, couldn't he talk to another non-socially-retarded person?!

But, noticing his young appearance and school uniform, Max visibly loosened. A... another student like himself? And he appeared fairly normal as well... Max, as previously mentioned as a socially inept person, just stared blankly at Richard with utmost awkwardness until he realized his own mistake. Cheeks flaring a red that stood out plainly on his pale skin, Max sputtered and quickly diverted his eyes, trying to think of how a regular person interacts with another. "Um, I, oh um... Hi." He spoke quietly, only looking more uncomfortable at his stupid reaction. No wonder he had no friends...

Max glanced through his glasses shyly at the others who seemed to be talking amongst themselves about the location of the mayor, as well as other things, but that was the only thing he was interested in. He'd like to know himself, so he wouldn't have to stay here much longer.

He was going to direct his attention back to the other schoolboy until a very... aggressive man burst in. Max shuddered, watching his sharp and almost violent movements. He quickly stared at his folded hands instead, feeling uncomfortable once more.

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The wavy haired woman shot her eyes up to look at a cheerleader of sorts who was the first to speak with her. "Eh? What gear? My clothes?" She picked at the strap of her bikini top with a cocked brow, attempting to look down at herself curiously. "Uh, this ain't gear, hun. I just dress like this." Violet stated, pursing her painted lips at the girl as she leaned forward on the desk.

But she was cut off as a guy muttered something about borrowing a pen from the desk. Violet blinked at Lei, completely lost as to why he would ask her of all people. "Dude, take the whole damn desk for all I care. I don't work here, man." She rested her chin in her hand, elbow propped up on knee. Uch, this was getting boring. Where's the damn mayor?!

Getting antsy, Violet hopped down from the desk as a sentient teddy bear walked his way in quite casually. Eh, she's seen weirder. At his question, the same she had asked, she merely shrugged as an answer.

But, then someone said something that caught her attention.

"Fortune? What, you a gypsy or some crap? Alright, hit me, I'll take anything free." As if to affirm her decision, Violet swung a chair over and sat backwards on it, leaning her arms over the back and plopping her head onto her wrists. "You need my hand or something? Do I pick a card, any card?" She asked lazily.

Her magenta eyes rolled critically over at the loud pair of males who were the newest to enter the room. At first she tried to ignore them, but, let's be honest— her fuse was way too short for that.

"OY! WOULD YA TWO LOVEBIRDS SHUT YOUR DAMN TRAPS SO I CAN GET MY FORTUNE?! GO MAKE OUT WITH EACH OTHER, JUST THE HELL UP!" She called, her gum smacking each time her mouth closed to speak. This might not end well...

After Sara calculated the optimum volume for the room to talk above everyone else. Sye stood up and turned the volume up on her voice. My name is Sara Mastertorn. If the only reason you are here is because you are a bounty hunter & if the mayor isn't willing to fork out enough cash. Master Mastertorn is willing to meet any reasonable price. If by some chance you do not survive the money will go to your family or a charity in your name."

Lei tried his best to separate the cacophony of loud voices that were soon flooding the room. He thought he heard a mixture of valley girl slang, offers to have fortunes read, angry yelling, and...pop culture movie quotes? The hooded man arched an eyebrow as he glanced up from his packet of papers to get a better look at everyone there. It was certainly a unique variety of shapes and faces, including what appeared to be a talking sentient teddy bear.

Sighing as he filled out what was left of the forms, he was forced to acknowledge that unless the bear was a dwarf in a mascot outfit, Lei was one of the only people there who had made an attempt at wearing a masked costume. While this wasn't the end of the world, it did make him feel tremendously silly. He supposed crime fighters these days didn't care too much about hiding their identities anymore.

After the minimally dressed woman on the desk bluntly informed him that his assumptions on her employee status were way off, he gave a light shrug as he made his way over to the odd looking man with the bolts in his head. Though his mannerisms were a bit eccentric, he was also one of few people in the room who seemed to have finished filling out their packet as well.

Glancing at the woman he had spoken to earlier, who was now apparently screaming for two people to affectionately lock lips, then to another person who could seemingly carry her voice clearly across the entire room despite the amount of people already talking, Lei then placed his hands in his pockets as he turned to the man he stood beside.

"Are you not entertained?" He remarked, in an attempt to communicate on a similar level.

On reading the letter Neo recieved he wondered only one thing, and that was..."How in burning hell did they obtain my address?" He had never updated his living address, and as far as anyone knew Neo was a drifter. He rarely ever wanted to stay in one spot, so there was no way a normal person could be able to know where he stayed. Skimming through the letter he had almost snorted at the word "save". As far as he knew "saving" anyone was not in his vocabulary, and he had no intention to add it there. Continuing to read through the letter he actually became intrigued by the idea this supposed mayor was presenting.

At least, that was what he thought before actually stepping foot into Town Hall. It was not his preferred place to be as it not only smelled musty, but it had a depressed vibe that the "artistic" architecture of the building could never change. Apparently, he had also entered the wrong side of the building and ended up being in the wrong area altogether, so when he had showed the letter to a lady there she thought he was joking. He was not joking, and luckily she was able to lead him in the right direction after a few more exchange of words. On reaching the reception desk he told the old fart who he was, and then was handed a stack of papers needed to be filled out. He was also told where to go since he would have possibly gotten lost again if he was not told. Skimming the stack of papers to see what he needed to fill out Neo was really questioning if he should turn back. The last thing he wanted was the be found after running for so long. These papers could easily leave a trace that he has been so far avoiding to do. Walking to the nearest trash can Neo threw the stack of papers away, and made his way to the meeting.

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Walking in he seemed to notice there were more than just a few people invited to this...whatever it was supposed to be. He looked around to see if he was the only bad guy invited to the gathering. Honestly, it still didn't make sense why he was invited to "save" people. He was more of deaths assistant when it came to civilians, but besides the point there was a good amount of people here.

Suddenly, Neo heard someone shout for someone else to make out, and Neo burst out laughing as he looked around to see who had said that. Not quite what he was expecting for a first meeting.

Seems like the party started without me.

"Awwww!" cooed out Kimberly as she spun on her heels to glance at the trio of lovers. She placed her palms together and leaned her head on her hands. "How precious!" But a strange question lingered in her brain. She placed her left hand on her hip and waggled out her index finger, "But like three glams sprung all like for each other? Like you three Mormons or something? So Zeekish..."

Pondering the current status of the room and the current affairs going on, Kimberly took note of some gynoid already starting to offer out free cash. Once again Kimberly spun on her heels and with a bouncy step she moved towards the robot.

"Teeheee!" giggled out Kimberly as she held her hand over her face to try to mask any other giggles. "Teeheehee... Oh. Like between us, lemme offer you some choice advice kay. You don't start off offering stacks. Can you relate? Cuz like, you don't know whether or not the investment is the bomb or lame. And worthwhile value doesn't come from the lame. Toodles~!" Kimberly Hawkins declared as she swaggered away from the machine.

Now she returned to her current task at hand; gauging the other cheerleader. With her attention on Violet, Kimberly waggled her finger, "Oh my gosh, like I'm totally sure you so don't! Like you accessorize for reasons 'n junk. A large grin appeared on Kimberly's face as she continued, "Sooooo who's your lil boytoy. Is he in this room?"

If Teddy Bears had veins like a normal human then Ted's would have been bulging with a great deal of annoyance. Elijah's reference to them movie Ted was one of things that he hated since so many people made references to that ridiculous movie made by Seth Macfarlane. One of the last things he wanted was to be on a team with people who constantly referenced that movie.

"Oh nice one. That's really funny" Ted replied with his voice filled sarcasm and rolled his eyes, or at least close to that as he could being a teddy bear and all. More people started to fill into the room and as expected he seemed to draw their stares.

"What? Haven't any of you ever a teddy bear before?" he said out loud after a few more stares. Ted was grateful that no one tried to cuddle him, that would be the most annoying thing a person could do to him nonviolently. Not too long after a trio came in the room making a ruckus and he was about to have some angry words with these punks when he beaten to it by the scarcely dressed girl.

Not long after another of the group gave a proposition to pay for their time and work if the mayor didn't flip the bill enough.

"I can already that this is going to be an idiotic endeavor" he said shaking his head.

@Cherrywitch@FallenTrinity

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Richard waved his hand at Maxwell's greeting, good thing he hadn't ignored him like some shy people did. Noticing how Maxwell reacted to the man who only seemed to only speak in quotes and had a face only pinhead would love, he thought to himself that this was starting to look like a villain reunion than a hero recruitment reunion. Hell someone was already offering money in return for their services, giving people free tarot reading and someone​ was pressuring people to make out.

Returning back to Maxwell he reminded Richard of his early years, he probably would try to have a short conversation with him and return to his place and not speaking to anyone for the duration of the meeting. As a future hero of justice he couldn't let a person like that alone, so he decided help him to cure his shyness with the ways he cured his. “You know I used to be a shy person like you a long time ago” Richard said as he puts his papers aside and began searching for something on his backpack “ I was bullied since I had no friends at school and no one wanted to help me with it, so I had to get it over on my own” Richard continued to speak as he pulled out his belt from his bag and quickly put it on. “When you have a problem the only way you will be able to put it down permanently is by confronting it directly and beating it down till it's no longer a problem” Richard pressed the button on the belt and was covered in an aura of green light for a few seconds before the light deemed out and revealed the kickhopper armor.

Richard wasted no time and grabbed Maxwell by his shoulders, and lifted him with some effort “I am not sorry about what am I going to do, so brace up and prepare to beat up your fears and problems until they are no longer moving” Saying that Richard prepared to throw him where the movie-quoting man, snake man and angry care bear man were, but realized it may be a bit too far and Maxwell might not make it there before meeting with the floor. So he set his sights in the three men who entered moments ago and who were pressured to make out, did a simple eyeball to know how where to aim and with how much force, shouted “HEY YOU THREE INSTEAD OF MAKING OUT, CATCH THIS” to them and threw Maxwell into their general direction.

It had to be a mistake. Really, what were they thinking? Why was she one of the recipients of this letter?

"Maybe they think I'm like the rest of them sunshines and rainbows!" Molly muttered to herself, mockingly heightening the tone of her voice as she spoke. Standing at the front of the Town Hall, she made a face of pure disgust. She wasn't like the rest of them, and she really didn't have much of an inner obligation to actually show up to this joint, at least until she was informed of this meeting's ties to whatever Mr. Voodoo was up to. That piqued her interest.

Stepping into the room, she put in her headphones immediately, tuning out the irritating desk person that was already shouting at her. Molly just shook her head and pointed to her headphones, mouthing "Slim Shady" to illustrate how important it was that she didn't have to deal with getting bitched at by some dumb old lady. Her attention span was devoted to Eminem. She managed to catch the receptionist point her towards an office, along with muttering something under her breath that was probably offensive. Molly grooved into the office, completely unconcerned with the fact that she was wearing just a crop top, tight shorts, and boots. She'd convinced herself she was doing the world a favor by dressing like she did. It was the usual.

She waltzed past the threshold and into the room filled with all the goody-goody jerky-jerks. Naturally, most of them were either shouting at each other or fooling around. Why am I here again? she thought to herself. They had to be quiet, she was hearing their Tomfoolery over her music. Removing her headphones briefly so she could address them, she yelled, "Everybody quiet!" snarling as the words escaped her mouth. If coming here wasn't worth it she'd make every damn one of them pay... with the sweet power of music, baby.

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"And they think villains are the crazy ones..." Neo murmured under his breathe as he suddenly saw one guy fly through the air, and another yell for the others to shut up as she had walked in. It was a sight to see, and he wondered why he had re-thought attending this good guys meeting. It was a laugh to say the least, but he walked in nonetheless. As he realized who had thrown the poor man across the room Neo gave a thumbs up to the guy as he yelled out to him, "GOOD THROW!"

Glancing toward Ms. Everybody Quiet Neo winked, but started walking towards the armored guy. An asset is what he was, and not talking to him was like purposely losing a game of gold fish. He seemed intimidating, but who wouldn't after throwing a guy.

"Hey," Neo cleared his throat a bit. "Can you possibly throw me too? 'Cause that was pretty badass dude."

Devan had glanced over at the one who yelled about lovebirds before looking over at Jayce and John. Shaking his head he looked back down at his papers with a smirk until John spoke up.

"Oh he's not my type, I'm more interested in this lovely figure over here." Gesturing towards Devan who looked up at John with a glare.

"Wha the fu-John shut up you-ah forget it...I'm not fueling the fire." Devan simply rolled his eyes and shook his head again, lazy eyes focusing on his paperwork.

"FUCK YOU SLUUUUT! Your mom sucks the devil's dong!" There he goes again Devan thought. Jayce shot out of his seat and flipped off the skimpy clad woman, ready to challenge her to a fight.

"That was a very vivid image I just got...Quite interesting really. I wonder if the devil uses lubri-." Behind the anger in Jayce's eyes, a look of disgust came through to complement it as he glanced at John...'You're so weird' he thought to himself until once again someone spoke up about the non-existent love triangle between the three to which Jayce simply flipped them off. Slowly a tick mark grew on Devan's head and he sighed, turning his attention to the teddy bear next to him.

"Imagine having to deal with them 24/7 365 days a week..." Glancing over at the teddy bear before looking back at his paperwork.

The commotion and arguing became louder and louder as people shouted to kiss, others cheering the idea on, someone offering payment (to which Jayce noted) and soon enough Jayce snapped, finally giving in to the bullshit.

"Fuck all of you pieces of shit! You got a problem with me then we'll take it outside and i show you who the actual fuck your dealing with!" And with that he turned back to his chair until-

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"Sonova...GrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" He was hit with a surprise attack from behind, a timid boy had been thrown at him by what Devan and John saw. It seemed to have gotten quiet after that until the boiling anger from Jayce shot up and out like a geyser. He spun around as his hands began to tear aprt into tendrils, reforming into two spears that sunk into the ground on either side of the boy. and in front of said boy, spiked tendrils shot from underneath the ground and around the room, impaling the walls in the room, all of which missing its occupants by inches. Devan barely had time to react as one nearly claimed his life via his throat and John, as flexible as he was, contorted himself in a position that allowed him to practically use the tendrils as a hammock.

"Thanks Jay-bird" John sing-song.

"Whoa! ....For fuck sakes Jayce! This is what we're talking about with your anger!!" Finally gaining composure after the near fatal strike, he railed Jayce with the evident fact of the need for anger management classes. Jayce stared down at the ground, his eyes dashing back and forth in a dilated position. Soon he focused in on the boy who laid on the ground.

"M-My bad.." He hesitantly apologized to Maxwell before retracting the tendrils and reforming his hands, causing John to drop to the floor with an audible "ACK!. Jayce was still boiling as evidence could be seen in his clenched fist. John called out to him and tossed him a lighter to which Jay-bird nodded in appreciation. Quickly he lit the cigarette and exhaled a large cloud of it before returning to his now broken seat.

"Annnnnd another thing we're gonna have to pay back...great." And with that comment, Jayce simply looked over at Devan.

".....................................I hate you..."

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Richard gave a thumbs up at Neo; it seemed that someone had noticed his efforts to help people solve their issues "Just doing my best" he innocently told him. It seemed he wanted to be thrown into the air too; for what reason, someone would want to be thrown into the air? It's not that there had to be a reason for it, as it was kinda fun throwing things, but it was a little strange just like this meeting. “Sure just remember that being thrown into the air is not a solution to all your problems” he grabbed Neo by the collar of his jacket and was ready to send him flying, in the same direction he threw Maxwell. Before he threw Neo, Richard realized that one of them looked kind of pissed, thing he deducted from the spikes coming of the ground and by Richard common sense told him throwing someone to an angry person was a bad idea, even worse when they can create tendrils. “Let's their opinion first, before you or I end up impaled” Still carrying Neo he shouted to the three men “READY FOR A SECOND ROUND GUYS OR DO I THROW HIM ELSEWHERE?​”