Condition: Healthy/Drained
Status: Aggressive
Inventory: Mysterious Watch
Interactions: Penny @Kagebaka, Ciri @TheElenaFisher, Otto @SomeMekBoy, Chosen Hunter @Lazaro1505, A.M.A.Z.O @Crow, GM @Thatguyinastore
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Cole could hear Penny's voice as he clambered out the window, asking the gunmen to let go of the hostages. This, in turn was responded to by a guy screaming to back the hell up- not the kind of distraction Cole had wanted, but one he could work with, as long as bullets weren't flying. Unfortunately, the sickening sound of a sword cleaving through flesh could be heard seconds later, with gunfire following rapidly.

Shit! was the first thought that came to his mind, as he proceeded to rapidly leap from jutting brick to brick in an attempt to get to the scene before anything else happened. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, as he could immediately tell when he reached a window peering into the room. An ashen-haired swordswoman had made her way inside, the source of two goons with stumps for hands lying dead on the ground. Spandex man had also rushed inside to spew webs left and right, snagging two others, and a sniper had just ripped open one of the baddies' chests, but there were still a few more goons to go. With Cole still peering into the window, time seemed to stop as he... considered his options.



As much as the hostages matter, we need to get to Superman now. If he gets away, Luthor's gonna have our hide. Taking these goons out manually and getting the hostages out will eat up a lot of our precious time window. I could throw some grenades into the room, blast those crooks out now and get back to the chase without losing too much time. But it'd endanger everyone else in there, including the civilians and my potential teammates...

Time resumed as he immediately knew what choice he was going to make. He grabbed onto the top of the window, swinging in feet-first as he crashed through the glass. As he landed on the floor, time slowed down rapidly for him, his eyes seemingly glowing a bit as he lifted his electrified right arm.




With barely any time to waste, Cole immediately fired off an electrical bolt at a goon in close proximity to some of his other friends. The electricity hit his head, arcing over to every other hostile gunman nearby and shocking them just as effectively whilst Cole could feel a burst of adrenaline from the attack, gaining extra electricity and health regeneration for a split-second- the former extremely important, considering each Precision strike drained him immensely. Regardless, he'd rinse and repeat the electrical headshot chain until all the goons were incapacitated or human toast- though this would unfortunately leave him feeling pretty drained despite the electrical bonuses.



Hence, anyone who looked over at him would notice he was somewhat hunched down. Not that he cared that much about being drained- or of the others potentially endangering the hostages by running in.

"We need to get these hostages out now, before the smoke becomes too much." Unfortunately, though he could probably carry one civilian and just jump off the building, he probably wasn't the best-suited for getting all the hostages out simultaneously. Hopefully one of the others had some kind of power to get that done.

"But first..." Cole would run over to any incapacitated-but-not-dead foe, Arc Restraining them and putting electric "shackles" around their hands and feet to the floor to make sure they didn't get up. After that, he'd run over to one of the webbed gunmen before tearing the gas mask off, glaring at the enemy before raising an electrified fist.

"I want answers, and truthful ones, or I will fry you like a piece of bacon. Who set you up to do this? Are you Superman's lackeys?" He kept his glare at the man, though there was certainly enough room for anyone else to interrogate the shooter.

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Though his helmet hid his scowl, Maisha was clearly displeased by Ultron’s response, evidenced by his clenched fists and steady hold towards the droid. To call a Mandalorian being without a soul was a great insult, especially coming from such a soulless machine. This passive aggressiveness and sass only made Maisha distrust the droid more. Perhaps it was the way his vocabulizer was programmed, but the tone of the voice was purely malicious, more so than the cruel, spineless officers the Empire employed.

The loathing the Mandalorian held was put on pause for a brief moment as an explosion rocked the building, forcing Maisha to bend at the knees to stabilize himself. Right outside the excessively decorated office’s window, Maisha could see the telltale signs of an explosion several buildings away, with the debris still falling from the sky. Flying right there within view of LexCorp was a man in blue and red… No doubt Superman!

Their target disappeared a few moments later, prompting the ragtag group’s employer to announce the obvious and send the group off to combat the threat. Just their luck. Their target showed up before they even got the whole brief!

Though Maisha would love to get this team more organized, he wasn’t going to let the opportunity of an easy bounty slip if possible.

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Maisha followed the others down to the street level to make their way towards the building. All the crowds tempted the Mandalorian to employ his jetboots, but to fight against a flying target, he knew he had to save as much fuel as possible. By the time they reached the building, they couldn’t see any trace of Superman.

Being the father driven by reckless abandon for his daughter, Joel assumed their target was at the top and rushed into the collapsing building, joined by a walking fox and a man in armor more excessive than even Maisha’s. They had the rescue of civilians on their mind, a noble goal, but not the main task. The more cautious spider-themed man announced a slightly more reasonable plan, one that wasn’t that much different from Joel’s but more effective with everyone on the same page.

Maisha followed the reasonable plan and switched on his jetboots to ascend the massive building with the assistance of his grappling hook. It was a rhythm of hook and boost up the side of the collapsing building that Maisha was quite familiar with. Though it wasn’t as fast as using a jetpack, this method of travel had the advantage of being more maneuverable at a moment’s notice. He followed the spider man up to where the building was destroyed and dangled against the window as he assessed the situation.

Though the smoke and rubble filled the room, Maisha’s macrobinocular visor let him see right through the fog of war. After all, it was designed for this exact purpose. While the cyborg redhead announced the situation for the world to hear, Maisha took his own inventory of the scene. A number of masked men with rifles were holding a group of people hostage...though whether those below were truly hostages could not be determined for certain. This was all too suspicious; a hostage situation following an attack from Superman with the hostage-takers being perfectly fine and calm? There must be more to than meets the eye.

Before any plan could be made, that redhead produced several flying swords to cut a hole into the building. Though not ideal, it was still an entry point and Maisha leapt through and walked through the smoke without an issue. His helmet’s filters and life support system kept him nice and comfortable while he operated in flaming environments, and guess where he was right now.

Drawing out his carbine, Maisha began to take aim, just as the redhead announced herself and requested the freedom of the hostages. This would be really helpful if she let her team know what she was doing beforehand!

The next couple of moments played out rather swiftly, with a white-haired woman teleporting in and slicing through several men like bread, the spider man using his webs to restrain two, and an unseen sniper blasting a hole in another. Time for Maisha’s entrance.

Maisha exposed himself with a primed incendiary grenade in his hand and rolled forward a few feet to let it detonate just in front of him. He and the area around him were showered with blue burning gel, but he didn’t flinch as he began to open fire on the hostage-takers.

The Mandalorian slowly advanced, highlighted only by the incendiary gel on his armor and the fluorescent paint that glowed a piercing cyan through the smoke. Short, rapid bursts of yellow blaster bolts screamed through the air and a cluster of smaller fires flew outwards from the advancing Mandalorian, followed by a concentrated burst of blue flames. All the while, his screams were distorted by his filters into an eerily approximation of a human voice, “Tracyn hettir’an! Hettir, HETTIR...HETTIR DRALSHY’A!!! Nau’ur te’ca!” (The fire burns all! Burn, BURN...BURN BRIGHTER!!! Light up the night!)

Maisha focused his blaster fire on two men who were a bit too close together while a small salvo of micromissiles darted towards another two men. For all the remaining men with rifles, Maisha let loose a burst of plasma from his gauntlet, not for any particular damage, but only for the psychological effect of a sudden fiery wall. His style was to mess with their heads as much as possible by creating the image of a burning demon ceaselessly advancing.

By the time all the hostiles were either restrained or killed, the fire on Maisha had gone out and left a thick layer of ash on his armor. He approached the rifleman restrained with electricity just as the man with the buzzcut asked some interesting questions with an electrified fist.

Maisha couldn’t help but join in, whipping out his vibro-axe and swung it around like a toy before blasting the head a few times with a little plasma fire. The Mandalorian knelt down and pointed the axe at the restrained man, “Nice to meet you. Name’s Maisha Arbintz and the armor needs no introduction. Would you be so kind as to answer our questions? If you don’t want to, that’s completely fine. A superheated kal will cauterize any cuts I make, so you won’t bleed to death any time soon. As an added bonus, I’ve heard that being cauterized really hurts. Want to help me find out if that’s true? Tayli’bac? (Understand? [Aggressive connotation])”

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--Zi-O--
Interaction:@Thatguyinastore@Attesa@Second2Last@Crow@davefromdiscord@TheElenaFisher

"Oh, uh...Thanks." Sougo nodded upon hearing the perpretator's compliments. Although his comrades were adamant that they wouldn't play along, something tells him that they shouldn't anger this guy. Who knows what he'd done to those men? Those seemingly statue like men in bunny masks, all sitting there like dolls. Unmoving, staring at each other rather lifelessly. It's...Quite eerie.

Something about this feels familiar to the young Time King. A white rabbit, and a tea party...All that's missing is the Hatter, and this would be referencing Alice in Wonderland!

Still, Sougo lifted the tea and brought it onto his mask--where the lips would be. When he was taken from his world, Sougo...Hasn't had dinner yet, so he's understandably parched.

"Just one sip." Sougo mumbled, bringing the rim onto his mask. Surprisingly, he can still drink things through his suit. "Oh, right. Do you know about Superman? The one who kinda, sorta demolished this building?" He asked, thinking he might as well get some information about their target.

--Penny Polendina--
Interaction:@Thatguyinastore@Lazaro1505@FactionGuerilla@TheElenaFisher@SomeMekBoy@Yamperzzz

Penny's distraction worked...Sort of. While she did get the attention of the thugs, she did inadvertedly put some of them in danger, being placed in direct, point-blank gunpoint. Before Penny could try to negotiate to them, her comrades moved in for her in a rather...Brutal manner. Those men who placed some of the hostages in gunpoint got their hands sliced off, while the others were electrocuted by what Penny could only describe as something akin to a Semblance.

Regardless, Penny would soon move in to the hostages, asking them one simple question. "Are you alright? Can you stand?" She asked each and everyone of the hostages as the others interrogated about their supposed involvement with Superman. Although, surely enough, it seems that this hostage situation didn't involve the caped tyrant. Once all of the hostages were accounted for, she would prepare to fly them a bit down and dropped onto the red clad spider's safety net.

--Zi-O--
Interaction:@Thatguyinastore@Crow@Paper94@Attesa@Second2Last@davefromdiscord@TheElenaFisher

Uh oh. Maybe Sougo shouldn't have given in to his thirst. Hearing something about a plan, Sougo placed the cup down just as the ghost girl destroyed one of them. Just then, the figure hopped onto the table, revealing himself to be a short man, cosplaying as the Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland. In a blink of an eye, everything went dark.

Until it wasn't.

The group found themselves in what seems to be a giant stopwatch.

"What the...?" Sougo gasped as he glanced around, wondering where exactly are they when the rabbit masks appeared once more. Sougo took out another watch, a green and yellow one, with what seems to be a red bird-like mask on its face, bearing large green eyes. As Sougo was about to don one of his armors, he felt something...Knock at him. Pushing him to turn and face his comrades. A gentle and subtle voice, telling him to attack--and betray them.



And so, the grandfather clock chimed as a different kind of armor manifested onto Zi-O--this one, comprised out of 3 differently colored animals. Latching onto Sougo as if some kind of megazord, the green giant grasshopper formed the legs, the yellow tiger formed the torso, giving Sougo a yellow claw, and the hawk as the visor. Pink letters spelling out the word 'OZU' on its visor.



Falling silent, Sougo raised his claw arm, lunging towards Grey as he swung his claw!

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Whoever this Joker was that the kid in the green jacket was referring to, they weren’t dealing with him that was for sure. Eventually they reached a door, Tess giving Joel a nod before he opened the door to reveal a room in darkness, which was not a red flag at [i]all[/]. Luckily both her and Joel had flashlights once the doors shut, trapping them inside, Joel being the first to turn his flashlight on to reveal what looked to be tablecloth.

Wait, tablecloth?

Before she could turn her flashlight on, the lights came on which made her shield her eyes with her wrist which she put down once her vision adjusted to be met with… well it wasn’t friendly, that was for sure. It looked like a normal tea party if a normal tea party had guys on each side of the table with bunny masks on with a guy at the far end with what looked kind of like a big top hat. If this was somehow the afterlife, which was doubtful, she was pretty sure they were in hell or at least a really weird part of heaven.

Yeah it was most likely hell with the creepy rabbits. The guy spoke up, the voice matching the one they had been hearing, speaking about a frabjous day which if she wasn’t mistaken from her time in school from before the outbreak when she read a few pages of it (okay well she was most likely forced to, she didn’t make much sense of anything from that book), it kind of sounded something out of Alice in Wonderland. Someone must really have an obsession with that book if this was who she thought this was considering the book and the tea party and the rabbits.

When he told them to sit down, there really wasn’t much they could do since they were walking into unknown territory. “Not like we got a choice.” She glanced at the fox boy and followed Joel, sitting down in the seat next to him, holstering her pistol for the time being but keeping her hand hovering over it slightly. At the mention of a special recipe being used, she glanced at the cup in front of her and then back at the man. ”Special recipe” was never a good sign, whether it was eating someone’s cooking in an outbreak or really a good sign at all and taking a glance at Joel, while it was a stupid idea to drink tea from some psycho, they really had no choice. “Listen, I don’t think we’re in a good position to be-“ The sound of something breaking caused her to be interrupted, making her sigh a bit.

…yeah he was probably going to have a freak out considering the little ghost girl made the tea cup Joel was holding fly out of his hands and into the wall, breaking it. That combined with the kid in the green jacket pouring his out was enough to make the guy jump up onto the table but he didn’t seem angry. Saved her from drinking the tea or eating anything at least so she had to thank them for that. Noticing the guys in rabbit masks looking at all of them made her hand grab the gun and at the first sight of them getting up, she would be ready to pull out her pistol and open fire.

The man’s full appearance became clear and it seemed he was very much in love with Alice in Wonderland because he looked pretty much how the Mad Hatter did. Before she could say or do anything, everything went dark for a few seconds before waking up where everyone else woke up: on the giant stopwatch. Trying to stand still which considering the fact that it was falling fast seemed kind of hard, she looked around to see the men that were sitting around the table appear which prompted her to take out her pistol. “Shit, Joel, everyone! Be careful!”

Her telling everyone to be careful would be especially be true seeing as the only one in their group that drank the tea began to go after the wolf boy.

When one of them came towards her, she did her best to aim at both of his kneecaps and shot at them, knowing that if she could at least take out their kneecaps, they wouldn’t be much of a problem.
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