[IC] ONE PUUUUUUUUUUUUNCH

[FallenTrinity]

Dreadlock, Guardian, Savant, Hooded Ninja & Aya

City T

@Emuxe@Melkor@Oblivion666@NubianLegend

With an audible thunk, his blade came out of its sheath and he placed the blade's tip into the concrete before retrieving Bjorn and glanced over to Savant.

"Think you can hold this? Wouldn't be fair if I got the finishing blow all the time." He gave Savant a smirk as he flipped the handle around in Savants direction, his hand firmly gripping the head of the hammer. In only moments. The Guardian's hand sparked with lightning as he sent it through the head of the hammer, a small distorted symbol appearing on the head of it with a low hum following behind it.

In order for this to work I need you to hit'em first, the energy in this will transfer over to the demon level alien, possible paralysis should follow so with that being said don't touch the head of the hammer unless you want 7.4 gigawatts running through your body." He chuckled lightly before his face became serious once more, handing the hammer off to Savant.

After you hit him with it, drop it and run. The next part I'll take care. Dreadlock-" He looked over to her with a slightly questioning look.

Think you can hold it still long enough for him to hit it and run? I'm estimating a total of about 8 second for this whole combo but once Savant hits him let go I need you too do so as well. Judgement and execution awaits... Heaving his blade out of the concrete roof, he walked towards the edge of the building, the blade's tip facing the street below. Soon the chains would come on, the gavel would fall and the Executioners blade would end it for the measly alien lifeform.

"Let's do this...Go!"

[Emuxe]

@FallenTrinity @Oblivion666 @Melkor @NubianLegend

DreadLock couldn't help but smirk at Guardian's down-to-earth attitude about their jobs, even going so far as letting someone else take the final blow. "How chivalrous," she teased, her amusement glued to her words.

Listening intently to Guardian's plan, DreadLock only raised a brow when she was addressed. Just hold him in place long enough? That sounded simple enough. She simply nodded once in reply before floating off in the direction of the alien, placing herself about 50 feet above the still trapped alien. Making her wings as small as possible in order to give herself as much hair as she possibly could, DreadLock sent all of her hair down in one large tendril.

Cutting through the smoke from the bombs, DreadLock wrapped her gigantic lock of hair about the alien's body, wrapping about the creature twice for more strength. 7 lances formed out of the outside of the ring about the alien's torso, and shot out into 7 different directions and in turn attached to and wrapped themselves around the nearest immovable objects: If the alien were to try and move one way, the other spikes would drag him back and force him to stay in place, and if it tried to leap, DreadLock would easily be able to push him back down to the ground - the duck was trapped.

Just as she'd finished trapping the creature, she had come to a realisation: Whatever energy that was transferred to the alien would in turn be transferred to her through her hair. DreadLock winced, preparing herself for the pain that was about to come: This is gonna hurt...

[Cherrywitch]

Vivilyn Trainer

The Pumpkin Witch
Location: City K, wandering
Interactions: Razor @Polaris North

One blink. Two. And Vivilyn had already begun to inspect his entire body.

The witch knocked on his arms lightly, poked at his stomach, and gently nudged his legs to hear any metallic sounds. She carefully looked over his features and skin, obviously having no care for personal space. "Wow. Your master is pretty good. I seriously couldn't tell." Vivilyn took a step backwards away from the robot, tapping her lip curiously with one index finger. "Their powers seem very similar to my master's... Interesting."

Vivilyn swung away to pat her broom like a dog. "Well, nice to meet you, Mr. Roboto. You said your master has it under control, yeah?" She hopped onto Broomy sideways, swinging her legs carelessly.

[Polaris North]

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^{City K - Razor's Character}

@Cherrywitch

While the Pumpkin Witch didn't seem to have any care for his personal space, Razor didn't seem like he was bothered either. If anything, he was fine with it. She had begun inspecting his body, checking everything with mild interest. He just stood there as she did. He was pretty sure that Ayu would have retaliated if she was being inspected like this. Then again, Ayu would rarely leave their master's side considering that she was very loyal and didn't want to learn more from the world. "A master puppeteer. A ventriloquist. The audience should never know whether it is real or not." Erika repeated that like a mantra most of the time when she was asked why she was creating something so life-like.

"Animation you mean?" He asked when the Pumpkin Witch mentioned her own master. Considering that the broom had its own sentience, then he could guess as much. He was about to reply when he had a transmission. He held out one finger silently asking for a moment. "Yes master?"

"We're ending this fight. I need you to distract Gastro as much as possible... wherever the hell you are."

Razor smirked. "Got it." He then turned back at Pumpkin Witch. "I gotta dash. If you wanna follow, come on. If not, eh." He then turned around and then started off with a jog before dashing down towards where the Gastro was. He was faster than any normal human being but not to the point where he could get in par with people like, say, Flash Forward.

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^{City K}

@Phobos

Erika looked at Ayu. "I called in Razor. Charge that thing up and Razor will distract him." Ayu nodded and then her left arm turned back to an arm and then the right arm turned into an anti-material rifle. It began charging up, as the light blue rings started to glow.

Razor soon appeared, his arms now blades. He winked at Erika who nodded at him and he started to head towards Gastro as he avoided his breath attack. Getting up close and personal should be easy. He then planned an uppercut, letting the blade hopefully harm Gastro's stomach. However, whether that was blocked or not, his metallic blades from his shoulderblades would appear and then strike at Gastro's face, hopefully hitting his eyes to blind the guy.

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[Melkor]

Savant

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The hammer didn't seem as massive as it was, but Aaron knew Guardian's abilities so it came as no real surprise when he took the hammer, firmly wrapping his fingers around the leather strappings. Then the stronger hero let go. That was when the full mass of the weapon dawned on Tresler. Time seemed slowed to a crawl; Guardian's hand grew a few yactometers further with every second everything seemed to be standing nearly still as Aaron's thought accelerated.

Heavy… I need to adjust or the hammer will crush the building below… The hammer had began to fall, at a similar rate that everything else seemed to be moving at. The electricity could be seen coursing and curling on the metal in strands of energy. Guardian… only hero I can think of who could do it… this will hurt later- His thoughts raced to memories of Guardian in action and his muscles became more dense, yet not outwardly visible, and the hammer was stopped as he heaved the mass without much difficulty.

Time resumed as the problem had been solved. Guardian explained the plan to Dread Lock just before she took to the air and proceeded to wrap the alien up so tightly that movement was a thing of the past. Savant became a blur as he made his way to the alien at speeds that were incomprehensible. He slammed the hammer into the penguin’s head with plenty more than enough force to knock down several buildings

[FallenTrinity]

Dreadlock, Guardian, Savant, Hooded Ninja & Aya

City T

@Emuxe@Melkor@Oblivion666@NubianLegend

He raised a light brow to Savant as took Bjorn in hand, slightly surprised he could hold it but none the less thankful that he could. Sure he came across very muscular heroes who could throw cars and whatnot but rarely did he come across someone who physically did not look capable of such feats and when he did he was fascinated by it. He had to build up his strength when others nearly were born with it. But Allister simply nodded to him before moving to the far corner of the building's edge and with a few steps, leapt off the building, the edge of the blade angled just enough to pierce the ground underneath of the Demon level thing.

Judgement...

Bjorn hit with a thunderous crack. Weighing slightly over a ton, audible impacts would easily be heard. It was followed by a sound akin to one thousand chirping birds. Electricity arched off Bjorn and into the Alien, its internal or external damage was none of Guardian's concern. Allister could feel the symbol from the hammer transfer over, minus the fact he could feel the energy transfer. Bjorn cracked the pavement when it hit, and soon Allister, The guardian, followed suit, piercing the pavement with his blade at an angle that would allow for a foot of the Crucible to be directly underneath of the alien and with eyes glowing an electric blue, yelled out.

EXECUTION!

Krracowwwwww"

The ground shook, windows shatters, car alarms went off and nearly every ear had the potential to go deaf. His cape blew violently from the shockwave that followed. 7.4 gigawatts of power, more than what natural lightning could create, shot from the end of the submerged blade and across the electrified symbol on the aliens head. It was like a jagged pillar of blue and white rose into the air, bright enough and loud enough to be heard in the other nearby cities. Had it been dark outside, he would have illuminated it for nearly 3 seconds. The area around had been charred and with some of the surrounding metal glowed bright from the heat it let off. If this thing was to survive that attack, it would require a second S-class hero, maybe even a third.

He remained silent as he let the chaos die down, kneeling down with concentrated breaths to calm him. He stayed like that for a bit. 'Too much power behind that I think...I need a drink....Will I still have time for those buns now?" He looked towards where the alien was, or, as the smoked cleared, should be, a light smirk pulled at his mouth.

[Emuxe]

@FallenTrinity @Oblivion666 @Melkor @NubianLegend

DreadLock tried as hard as she could to try to forget the plan, but the very thought of the paralysing shock that will be transferred into her made her feel physically ill. What were they thinking, making me do this? Didn't they take in the fact that it'd hurt me, too? Now wasn't the time to point fingers, no-one forced her to come up here so it was as much her fault as much as anyone else's.

Her stomach felt like it dropped to her feet upon the sight of Savant launching himself from the building, ready to finish the alien off. DreadLock hastily pulled and twisted the end of her sleeve, shoving it between her teeth; she knew just how much electricity was about to pump through her - she didn't want to break her teeth on top of it all.

And then it came, the pain...

The alien's head caved under the sheer weight of Bjorn alone, which was almost enough to kill it - it's squishy body taking most of the brunt of the attack. Though unfortunately, that wasn't the end of the attack: Both the alien and DreadLock screeched in pain as electricity filled their bodies, causing them to stiffly spasm, uncontrollably shaking to the crackle of electricity. That was bad enough, but DreadLock knew that it was going to get a whole lot worse; though unfortunately, the woman had absolutely no control of her body so she couldn't even recoil her hair away from the alien before the next attack came.

Her body was was filled with more electric energy than she could ever believe: She could feel her insides burning as electricity coursed through her body. DreadLock's scream of complete agony split through the air, though not nearly as loud as the clash of Guardian's weapon on the electrical symbol on the alien's inverted head. The alien too burned from the inside out, and externally combusted, singing the majority of DreadLock's hair, finally severing their electrical bond. Unfortunately, this didn't help her much, as the coming shockwave had launched DreadLock further into the air before eventually allowing her to fall back down, where she disappeared into the smoke cloud.

When the smoke eventually cleared, there was absolutely no trace of the alien - it had been absolutely obliterated. In it's place, however, layed a barely-alive DreadLock, the only sign of life being the fact that her scorched hair was slowly recoiling back to DreadLock's head, it's usually bright glow flickering in and out of livliness.

[FallenTrinity]

Dreadlock, Guardian, Savant, Hooded Ninja & Aya

City T

@Emuxe@Melkor@Oblivion666@NubianLegend

Windows shattered, alarms went off and anyone in the nearby vicinity would be lucky to still have their hearing. The neighboring cities would have most definitely heard Allistar's attack. It's sound was very distinct in pitch and by sight. It was almost as if the Greek God Zeus himself, casted down the bolt himself. As the dust settled, he smirked, please to find that his attack had obliterated the duck thing but sadly satisfaction was replaced with shock and worry as he saw Dreadlock laying on the street, her dim glow showing that-

"No No NO! SAVANT! CALL FOR MEDICAL ATTENTION! WE HAVE A HIGH RISK HERE!" He struggled to his feet, quickly whipped The Crucible onto its sheath and sprinted forward, picking up Dreadlock in one swift movement before taking off in the direction of the evac dome at incredible speeds.

"Savant! Keep up! Dread you better not d-!"

He took off, leaving Bjorn implanted into the ground.

[Animal]

Evan 'Sunshine' Smiles

City T

@FallenTrinity@Emuxe

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"Look out belowwwwww!" A voice shouted out to Guardian, sounded like it was coming directly from above. A noticeable large shadow briefly passed by overhead before Sunshine landed in front of the Guardian's path with an ambulance being held above his head. After he had heard the attack go off, he rushed straight for City T by using his second Solar Drive. Aware that civilians and heroes would be needing medical assistance, he stole borrowed an ambulance with a full medical staff along the way. Initially, he was heading for the evac zone, but he spotted Guardian heading towards that direction with Dreadlock appearing to be in critical condition. He settled the ambulance down and knocked on the back of the door signaling the doctors inside that it safe to come out, so they could treat Dreadlock's injuries.

"T-The enemy is dead right? That attack a few minutes ago came from you right?!" He asked. The paranoid Sunshine had his guard up with his eyes rapidly shifting around the area, being on high alert.

[SpookySquid]

The punch to the solar plexus was too much for the small scientist, and he fell to the ground, gasping for air.

"Well, do you 'forgive me' now?" asked Mrs. Pickles.

"Nuhh... guhh... Huhh..." replied Gumbo. Mrs. Pickles smirked and kicked the man once more for good measure.

Mrs. Pickles returned to the tattered remains of his house



Exhausted, Clarence rummaged through his partially unpacked suitcase. "Well, looks like I picked the wrong week to quit drinking," he muttered as he produced a bottle of whiskey out from under some of his folded up clothes. Fifteen minutes later, Mrs. Pickles was as drunk as a skunk and sprawled out on the sofa.

Suddenly, the door opened. Clarence tensed, expecting to see the mad scientist. What he saw was worse. His landlord.

"Clarence! What- Wha- How?"

"Um... there was a big thing. With wings..."

"I know. I saw it, and some scientist outside. Says you slunk into his lab, made some crazy monster and let it loose. You even assaulted the poor bastard."

"No, I-"

Suddenly, a few police officers walked into the remains of the home. "No, no, this is all one big misunderstanding!" exclaimed Clarence as he struggled to get to his feet. He tripped over the coffee table and right into the arms of the police. "Hey, can't we talk about this?" asked Clarence as he was promptly handcuffed and put into the back of a squad car. "You can't do this! I'm a he-"

Mrs. Pickles was cut off as the door slammed in his face and he was driven to prison.

[Polaris North]

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S H I N D O "F L A S H F O R W A R D" T S U B A S A

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^{City K}

Gastro raised his arms to block against Razor's attacks. He then let out a roar and then attempted to make a swipe at Razor who then promptly dodged. The alien looked at the robot, focusing only on him as Razor began to taunt the alien. "Too fast for you to catch?" He said, making sure to keep the alien's attention solely on him as Ayu was still charging up. The alien then released a flurry of hard hitting but surprisingly fast attacks. Though it wasn't blindly fast, it was surely something to stare in awe at. Razor was originally surprised, his cockiness finally getting the better of him as he tried to dodge and block those he can't. It had been increasingly obvious that he was getting damaged with those attacks. He was slowly being pushed back.

Though after a few minutes of Razor being pushed back and his circuits threatening to blow, Gastro stopped and stumbled back as if hit in his face. Razor took this opportunity to jump away and put some distance between him and the scarily strong alien. Though both of them looked equally shocked.

What had happened?

"Whoo, made it in time." The unmistakable costume of Flash Forward appeared behind Gastro. He stretched his body and then his neck. "Sorry we couldn't get any more backup civ. Kind of full with three alarms after all." He said, calling out to Erika who was looking straight at him. She certainly wasn't a hero. Shindo should have remembered if they had anyone like her. One look at the charging rifle and Razor's arms made him already think of what Erika's power was. If it wasn't animation, then he could guess that she was a creator or something.

In the time that Shindo was thinking, Gastro had recovered and then looked at Shindo. Now what had happened? Shindo had ran from City B where his school was right after they were dismissed and headed for City K upon request of the head. He quickly found this place thanks to this small transmission beacon that Erika had made earlier, which honestly surprised him. Anyhow, once he saw Gastro, he had decided to use his full momentum to knee the alien in the face. It had hurt a bit but he was quick to recover from it.

"You'll pay for that." Gastro said in a low growl before turning fully to Shindo. In then next moment, the red hot lava spewed out of his mouth and then directed it also at Razor who had easily gotten away. He looked back at where Shindo was and then chuckled loudly as he saw that Shindo was no more - probably just melted under the heat. He could level buildings with that attack after all - a human can't take that.

"Oh man, that was close." Gastro turned to the voice and there Flash Forward was, hand on his chest. "So you can do that eh?" He asked but knew that the alien wouldn't reply. Gastro had made one small miscalculation - he had no idea what Shindo's power was. Unfortunately for him, Shindo had super speed which allowed him to react quickly to the situation and escape before the lava even touched him. It was a good thing he was a little far from Gastro or else that would've ended with him...

Well, he'd rather not think about it. Shindo placed his hands inside his pocket and then took a deep breath. Okay, so he knew that his opponent has that certain feature and looks crazy strong... one hit from that would knock him out he could guess. Well, maybe he could take two or three full hits but that should be it. Before he could even move, his work phone buzzed to life which surprised him. "His stomach. You have to leave it open. My robot's waiting to unleash her anti-material rifle on him and it'll be very effective if we can hit him in the stomach."

Shindo spared the girl a glance and then nodded. He wasn't sure how she was able to use the line that was private for only him and the HQ or the other heroes if needed, but he didn't care right now. He looked at Razor who was pretty damaged but looked ready to fight, plasma covered metal blades brandished and an angry look in his eyes. He wasn't sure how a robot can have feelings but he would, once more, let it slide.

And so began Shindo and Razor's attention-getting attacks. Destroying him would be ideal but Shindo was sure that it wasn't just going to happen. He would often just give him a punch or a knee or a kick to distract him and Razor would try to slice the guy open. It worked in annoying him. Erika had then taken a small toy RC car and strapped it with a small makeshift bomb. It then waited under Gastro without him knowing that it was there in his focus on Shindo and Razor.

"Anti-material rifle, ready." Ayu said, in her usual monotonous and robotic voice and the rifle sparked.

"Out now!"

Razor sliced Gastro one more time and Shindo sent another kick to his face before the two retreated. Before Gastro could move to them, the bomb beneath him exploded but it only succeeded on making him stumble backwards, arms stretching outwards in shock.

Blue light illuminated the area and the laser shot through the air and pierced right through Gastro's stomach and hit some of his vital points. The alien went down with a loud thud and didn't come back up. Flash Forward let out a sigh of relief before turning to Erika who was cheering and then patting Ayu on her back. The robot still had the rifle out and there was smoke coming out from it. It probably overheated or something. The green haired male reported back to HQ to tell them that the alien has been disposed off but the collateral damage had been devastating.

"Hey civ, good job." Shindo said as he walked towards her. The robots' head snapped to the man making him stop a little farther than intended. "Ever thought of becoming a hero? With what I've seen you could be one."

Erika grinned at him and said, "I was intending on getting the exam but that happened and I missed my chance." She pointed at the now dead alien lying down on the ground. "I'll take it some other time." She continued.

"I'm not going to recommend you. Won't do much anyway. Good luck on the test and see you on the field..." He paused before looking at the robots. "Puppeteer." He then gave waved her goodbye and then stood by near the alien to wait for HQ's clean up crew. He didn't want to risk it reviving all of a sudden and taking everyone by surprise.

Erika smiled and waved at him. Puppeteer huh? Now that seems to be a cool name. With that, she and the robots all left for her shop. It was time to fix these robots up. Razor took quite a heavy beating after all.

[Cherrywitch]

Niflheim Sokolov

The Violet Reaper
Location: City Prison
Interactions: @SpookySquid

The prison was always surprisingly immaculate, for what Niflheim could remember. This was only the smaller one she was headed to, meant for civilian arguments that didn't involve crazy alien crab creatures that fell from the sky. Still, supposedly one of the heroes had gotten himself in here. Of all people, why did they have to send her? Something about taking a break... How nauseating.

She entered the prison, her face blank as always as the policemen approached her. Her signature appearance honestly didn't take very long to recognize, she was a high level class A after all, for whatever that meant.

The click of the Reaper's spiked anklets was heard down the row of cells, she uncaring as she brushed past all of them with two police officers silently in tow.

"Clarence, Ms. Violet Reaper is here to bail you out. You're free to go."

The violet haired woman stood back, arms crossed as she eyed the mess of a hero exiting the prison cell as the gate was unlocked and squeaked open by the officer. "Thank you, sir. I apologize for the trouble." Niflheim muttered to the cop as he turned to leave after locking the cell behind Mrs. Pickles, not seeming afraid to leave the drunkard in such capable hands.

To Mrs. Pickles, Violet Reaper's eyes narrowed judgementally. "...So, you're the drunken basketcase HQ sent me to retrieve? Surprising..." Seeming disinterested already, Niflheim seemed to almost float with elegance of turning her back to him and heading for the exit, obviously expecting the other to follow her.

_{(@Animal talked me into it.)}

[SpookySquid]

@Cherrywitch

"Drunken basketcase? I'll have you know I've been sober for the past..." Clarence glanced at the clock. "Six hours," he followed Violet Reaper out the door and past the police officers, who let the two leave without much of an issue. "Plus, I'm no basketcase. I've been toughened up by my four or five hours in prison," he said, with a hint of sarcasm.

It was obvious that this was a hero. Clarence racked his brain, but couldn't quite come up with the name. However, he did recall they were among the upper A ranks... aha! There it was! Indigo... no, Violet Reaper! Took him a second.

"So, does HQ normally send such highly ranked heroes to kick people out? I mean, that is what's happening, right?" It seemed obvious. Mrs. Pickles hadn't really done anything helpful. Hmm... been in the elevator at the wrong time... been drunk in public... accidentally electrocuted a chimera... beat up a scientist... blown up a house...

What Mrs. Pickles didn't realize is that in the eyes of HQ, he had single handedly defeated a chimera and helped take down a highly dangerous crab monster that was terrorizing an entire city... while drunk. Sure, he had been arrested for letting a chimera loose in an unimportant city, but there was no proof.

However, Mrs. Pickles continued to follow Violet Reaper out of the prison. He felt that he should apologize to her, but he wasn't really sure where to begin, so he just patiently awaited his dismissal.

[FallenTrinity]

Dreadlock, Guardian, Savant, Sunshine

City T

@Emuxe@Melkor@Oblivion666@NubianLegend@Animal

He was about to continue until he heard Sunshine's voice echo through the air. God what timing! And with him was-

"Y-Your are going to return that right?" He blinked a few times out of disbelief as he pointed at the ambulance before shaking it away, looking down at Dreadlock with worried eyes and then back to Sunshine.

"Y- Uh yeah. With the help of both Savant and Dreadlock here. Dreadlock held it still while Savant and I conducted a team based Judgement/Execution. I gave it the final blow but Dread was supposed to let go when the hammer struck, though I didn't take into account the amount of voltage that ran through the first part. And the second-" He clenched his teeth as he held back the tears but his voice contradicted his expression as he passed her off to the doctors.

"She alive...barely but alive nonetheless. Please take care of her...Please..." As she was taken Allister looked over to Sunshine.

"Thank you...I mean it buddy." He looked on towards the ambulance for a bit longer before glancing back over to Sunshine. There was no time to think of the gloom but rather-

Bring me up to speed Sunshine. What's been happening in the other cities." A grim looked crossed over as his sight was aimed at the other cities.

[Cherrywitch]

Niflheim Sokolov

The Violet Reaper
Location: City Prison
Interactions: @SpookySquid

The woman paused outside the prison finally to answer the boy, otherwise ignoring him for the whole time until they got outside. It was obvious the sarcasm wasn't something the Ukrainian woman took well, as she already seemed ticked off by Mrs. Pickles. Or was that blank, scary expression always like that? Either way, she wasn't in the mood to deal with a babbling moron. Yes, send the antisocial one. That's smart, HQ...

Though, his last words were what finally got her to speak to him again directly.

Niflheim arched one of her thin purple brows at Clarence, as if he had said something absolutely ridiculous. "Why would you say that? You single handedly finished off the crab alien and defeated a chimera on your own... you're being promoted, from what I've been told." Violet Reaper turned her back to him again, folding her arms under her bust. "Whether by accident or not, _{or completely wasted or not} you over-excelled in your given task. The citizens noticed, and so has HQ." The hero glanced back over her shoulder carelessly, eyes emotionless as always. "Do you understand, err... Skuchat Solen'ya." She said in her native tongue. It meant his name, though it didn't sound like it. "Miss Pickle."

[SpookySquid]

@Cherrywitch

Hm... Skuchat Solen'ya? That probably meant 'Awesome Hero' in Russian! Clarence liked to think that he was keeping himself contained, but on the outside he was grinning like an idiot. A real hero! Wow, that was... well, it was something... but then dread... he was putting himself in pretty dangerous positions! Heck, he shouldn't currently be alive! He'd just gotten lucky. His face fell.

No, he couldn't be a hero. That was too dangerous... but then, he thought back to his younger brother, trying to get his trading cards signed by all of the heroes. Kids liked heroes. Heroes were responsible! Heroes were good people! Everyone liked heroes! Finally, Clarence could be a hero! Prove everyone wrong!

No, he couldn't be a hero! He didn't have powers! But how else was he going to get his siblings to trust him? No, he needed to prove himself. He had to do this. He had to prove his no good, rotten chump of a younger brother Dave wrong! He'd show him! He'd show them all! He was Mrs. Pi-

*Thump*

"Oh. There's a door there," said Clarence as a few police officers gave him funny looks. He had run straight into glass door on the way out.

Mrs. Pickles realized that the Western European woman was judging him... hard... so he decided that he would engage her in casual, hero-like conversation. Have you ever killed anyone? No, no. What's the HQ like? No...Oh! A joke! Where is the best place to go shopping? The City E Bay! Something tells me she doesn't like jokes... Plus, that one's terrible!

Finally, Clarence decided to bring up the only thing he knew about her, her background. "So, where are you from? I'm from uh... well, I live...d... with my younger siblings. They're pretty great... those younger..."

Dang, Clarence, you're smooth. You pick up ladies like elevators. See! Why can't you just make jokes that clever externally.

Clarence cleared his throat, "Sorry, I was just wondering." He wanted to try and talk to her again, but he sensed she wasn't particularly social and he could understand that. If she wanted to talk, she'd talk. If not, she could just show him the way to the HQ. Or take him there... he kind of needed a ride considering his van had been blown up...

[chukklehed]

Adam Egen - City T - Cleanup

Adam silently wondered at his misfortune as he lifted another piece of rubble. The concrete was heavy, and he grunted in exertion as it shifted away from the trapped man's leg. Still, he couldn't give up like this, and as he finally got the rock moved far enough from the limb to drop it, he gingerly felt the apendage.

"It doesn't feel broken," He said as the man winced in pain. "Just bruised, but there might be a fracture. Try to keep your weight off it and get to some kind of medical center." His job here done, Adam once again began moving away, but as he turned he caught sight of a familiar vehicle shape.

"Actually, I see an ambulance there," He said, turning back to the man. "Give me your arm, I'll help you get there."

Half carrying the man as he limped along, Adam made his way slowly toward the ambulance until he got close enough to see the people huddled around. "Hey! Is there a paramedic over here?! This guy got his leg caught in some rubble!"

[Emuxe]

@FallenTrinity@Melkor@Oblivion666@NubianLegend@Animal@chukklehed

DreadLock's limp body was carted into the ambulance and strapped down on the stretcher; the paramedic staff immediately bustled around each other to put the comatose hero on oxygen and attached to a defibrillator. Over the sound of the many simultaneous conversations of the paramedics, a voice crackled out of DreadLock's damaged communicator - the Hero Association's Director. "Blueford, are you there? Report! Blueford?!"

The paramedics fell silent, all eyes falling on DreadLock's wrist. Carefully, one removed the communicator from the woman's body before stepping out the back of the ambulance. She tossed the communicator toward Guardian and the small band of heroes around him. "You'd best tell him what happened," she suggested, sounding as if it were the worst job in the world - which it probably would be, because who knew how the Director would act?

The paramedic turned toward the newcomer and injured man, immediately going to the man's side. "Come on, let's see," she comforted as she helped the man lower to sit on the gravel, keeping his leg outstretched. For a few moments, she inspected the man's injury, before offering him a reassuring smile. "It's just a fracture, it'll fix itself; but just to help it along, I'll go to the ambulance to get you a sti-"

"We're losing her! We have to go now!" another paramedic yelled from the ambulance, and before anyone had a chance to even react, the ambulance doors were slammed shut and the emergency vehicle was speeding off to the closest undamaged hospital. "... nt. Aw nuts," the remaining paramedic pouted, dropping her fists onto her hips: Now how was she going to get the injured to safety? The paramedic remembered the radio attached to her belt, and immediately pulled it out and started ordering into the microphone: "I need ambulances dispatched to City T, in the... what used to be the..." She paused.

"Oh, it's the giant bloody crater - it's pretty hard to miss it!"

[Cherrywitch]

Niflheim Sokolov

The Violet Reaper
Location: City Prison
Interactions: @SpookySquid

Why is he smiling like that? Uch, I'm always stuck with the weird ones...

Niflheim huffed, exiting the building with the same grace she always had in her movements. Again, the other had been ignored until a bang was heard behind her, making the Reaper jump and flick her head towards the glass door with wide golden eyes. He... walked into the door? A sweatdrop popped up on her head as she watched Clarence clumsily leave the treacherous door behind and meet her outside. Did I really get the right person? There's no way this durak could fight on his own.

The woman gave an exasperated sigh, folding her arms once more. When entering, the police had offered her a car to transport them both to HQ. Though, she was sure one was disgustedly attracted to her, Violet Reaper knew that this klutz wouldn't be able to keep up with her running speed, so they needed a vehicle.

But, he talked again. Niflheim shot her gaze over to him, answering bluntly. "If not obvious, I am from the Ukraine. My immediate family has moved here also."

Thankfully, his embarrassment was saved as the police car pulled up to take them to headquarters. Promoting this guy... honestly, what is headquarters thinking?

[chukklehed]

@FallenTrinity@Animal@Emuxe@Melkor
Adam Egen - City T - Welcome Relief

With his charge cared for, Adam stepped away from the group. They obviously had their own problems to deal with, and nature was calling in a way only he could answer. He could already feel the sweat on his brow from the pressure. He hated venting around other people, since mostly it looked like showing off, but needs must.

About thirty feet from anybody else, Adam let loose, flames crawling along his exposed skin until he was completely engulfed, building stronger and stronger until he was practically a pillar of fire. All that pent up energy stung coming out, and he felt like a soda can finally opened after being shook, but eventually the pressure eased, and the torrent slowed to a stop leaving him to collapse to his knees in relief.

"That is the last damn time I take in an entire building fire." He muttered to himself.