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Local, Organic, Freerange Superheroes

Well got my computer up and running again so I'll get a post up tomorrow morning.

Local, Organic, Freerange Superheroes

Using ps4 to type currently, just to warn about slow posting tonight. Computer crashed and taking a few hours to fix

Local, Organic, Freerange Superheroes

Scorn's momentum and shock of losing one of her claws, made her open and meant Starbright's foot connected with her face. She fell backwards, her nose burning and the taste of blood in her mouth as blood pour out of her nose. The pain though was brief as she remembered she was a claw short.

"Oh now you are going to get it," she growled getting up spitting out some blood, getting ready to strike again. However her attack was delayed by a new player to their game.

"I'm always up to play Hotshot, but it hardly seems fair, two against one," she replied to Hotshot. She went to a defensive pisition. With Starbright seemingly indestructible to her claws she needed to think of a new way to fight him. A twisted grin appeared on her face as an idea came to mind.

"I know how to even the field. What we need is some darkness," she stated the area growing dimmer as the shadows in the room seem to grow. Within the shadows she dissapeared laughing ",Let the games begin. How good can you would be heroes see in the dark?"

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Scorn / female / 29 / Villian
Location:Madison Bank - Round 1 FIGHT!@Reflection

Scorn made the split decision to flip backwards, she wanted some fun as well as needing to delay him from making any attempts of stopping her current transaction."Well since you asked so nicely Starfreak, the name is Scorn mistress of shadows, she stated once out of the flip, giving a brief bow towards her new adversary. Now having some distance between her and Stardust she briefly took a better look at him. For the most part Stardust seemed human despite the blue pigment skin. The crystals impaled or part of him seemed to be haphazardly place with ho real rhythm or reason.

"You are a lovely shade a blue I will say, but you know what you need is a bit of red. Should we found out what your insides are colored as?" she cackled getting into a fighting stance and then charging forward, staying low, going for an attempt of taking his legs out from under him, either just by tripping him or slicing one of the appendages off with her claws.

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Scorn / female / 29 / Villian
Location:Madison Bank - Playtime@Reflection

The drill was doing its work, only a few more minutes and they would be in and taking their deposit. Oh what wonders would be in all those lovely boxes, Scorn could hardly contain her excitement.

"Boss, the watch-outs are not answering," the one member who wasn't handling the drill told her making Scorn sigh as she postponed her victory snickering and began making her way back to the lobby. Her mood shifting from being ecstatic to annoyed.

"It's like dealing with a bunch of children," she mumbled to herself carefully rubbing her temples with her clawed fingers thought a smile crept onto her face at what it might mean if the others weren't answering the radio ",Or maybe we have a big fish on the line." The thought made her quicken her pace. She was so thrilled with the thought she nearly ran into the person who must of dealt with her followers.

"My, my you're a new one? Just blew into town?" Scorn asked looking at the odd glowing person ",So your power is being a nightlight? Man if those bozos were defeated by a nightlight I'm going to crack some skulls later." She ranted to herself before returning her attention to the new challenger. There had to be more to the meta human in front of her but there was only one way to find out for herself.

"So I'm guessing you're not here to play?" She inquired getting ready for a fight.

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Scorn / female / 29 / Villian
Location: Generically named - Madison Bank...

"The charges set, the time is right, it's time to have some fun tonight," Scorn cackled ",Let the party begin." Standing away from the door of the Madison Bank door front she hit a small switch in her hand. To get the doors open hardly required much explosive power, ramming it with a car would of just been as easy but Scorn wanted an audience so she decided to go big. The glass door front exploded into tiny shards, shaking the ground even where she stood.

"Perfect now for stage two, grab and dash," she spoke to herself jumping from beyond her cover and swiftly entering the bank even before the dust settled ",Just going to stop in to make a quick transaction." A few others followed after, bringing along a drill for the vault door. Three stayed in the lobby to keep guard while the other four followed their leader. While passing one of the bank tells, Scorn looked for the alarm button. If the alarm hadn't been triggered from the explosion and lost of doors, well she took care of that by finding the button hidden under the tell and pressing it.

"Time for the piggies to come and play. Who knows maybe a big fish or two will come along as well," she giggled skipping along to catch up to the four with the drill who had reached the vault and begun the process of cracking it open.

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Sorry for slow responses, last two days been tests so kind of hitting that fun grindstone of studying but I should be clear sailing now so I'll work on being better and try to get Scorn to interact with someone soon.

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Scorn / female / 29 / Villian
Location: Rival Gang Leader's Home

"Lovely house you have," Scorn stated her foot tapping against the floor of the house ",Nice cliche rundown look. Very incognito, not suspicious at all." Currently the rival gang leader was face down, one of Scorn's lackey's having his foot on his neck and a rifle barrel in his temple.

"I gave fair warning to clear out a week ago. This is now Reaper territory but you didn't listen now look what I have to do," Scorn sighed waving a hand over a corpse of one of the gang leader's recruits who had tried to fight back ",Such a waste but actions have consequences. You don't listen, I have to clean house. So now you cockroaches need to be exterminated." She got up from the chair she had been sitting in and walked over to the downed rival, motioning to the current member of her gang who was towering above him to back off. He did, at which point Scorn quickly grabbed the leader by the throat and lifted him up.

"Time for you to sleep," she whispered squeezing slowly, her clawed hands piercing into his skin as she slowly watch the life drain from his eyes. She dropped the lifeless body and wiped her bloodied claws against one of the nearby walls.

"Torch the house, make it look electrical," she ordered one of her gang members ",Find any other loose ends and chase them out or put them down." She turned and left out of the house leaving her crew to take care of her orders. The gang leader had hardly been a challenge. Merely a simple nuisance who thought they could squeeze their gang on her turf. They had been gravely wrong. It had been disappointing. She wanted a challenge, another superhero to put her wits against, another villain to antagonized. Yet it seemed the side of town she was on simply was in for a dull night.

"Perhaps we should rob something," she thought to herself ",Perhaps the nearest jewelry store or bank. That would sure bring someone along."

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Scorn / female / 29 / Villian
Location: Abandoned Train Tunnel

Balancing on a rusted rail, the leader of the the Reapers, Scorn, hummed to herself, making her way to the outside world that waited above. Procreating her den for her associates had been a relatively simple chore. The previous tenants were easily persuaded to leave with a few gunshots. They had scattered like rats from a flame, leaving to seek refuge elsewhere. That had been several months ago, when her gang had been nothing but her and a few other like minded individuals. Now after hard work her gang was one of the larger gangs, taking territory as it pleased when it wanted. Centerville had become Scorn's playground one she had little desire of sharing, that was the recent trouble she was having. Her playground was now a chessboard, having to contend with would be heroes and other villian's with there own agendas.

The activity of her gang had waned for the past few weeks as she watched and waited but her patience was wearing thin and she needed some form of action to occur to provide her with some fun and entertainment.

"Time for the weasel to be popped," she mused to herself as she balanced on the rail, the darkness giving way to blinding light as she headed out into the city, not knowing what to expect, only that it would be beautiful chaos, even if she had to start it herself.

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I'll be getting a post up some time tomorrow morning.