Darn. Hostages. If there was anything Neutro was ever most unsure about when it came to his career as a hero, it was securing the lives of individuals under the eyes of a weapon. He wasn't the fastest hero, he wasn't particularly nimble, and he possessed no projectiles of his own that didn't obliterate whatever they came into contact with. And so the prospect of trying to find his way into an enclosed space like a bus already under the vigilant eyes of terrorists sent nervous shocks through his body. He was trustworthy, he knew for sure, but would he succeed?
He stopped to recite the incidents in which he had rescued hostages before, trying his best to find ways of avoiding prior mistakes; civilians he nearly injured, structures he crushed, terrorists he missed. He'd need a good plan, ASAP. One that could cater to Pariah's wishes. Neutro was visibly contemplating, thinking of what the scene might look like before he even got the chance to participate. At the very least, he could run through several scenes in which the bus was surrounded or occupied by terrorists in several ways, and how he would deal with them personally.
Neutro crossed his arms and surveyed the crowd, awaiting anyone to come up with questions. He certainly wouldn't, as he was too busy answering his own.
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MrDidact said
Glass manipulation. Hmm. Would he somehow make that cooler than that would seem? :P
Imagine getting killed by glass. That shit'd hurt like hell.
MrDidact said I've think we've hit the cap for the field team as well.
So the others are too...?
Last weekend?
This consistent RpG downtime is really beginning to irk me.
FIRST BLOOD.
Certainly, it must have been a cosmic joke. A slap in the face of hope to Michael Ophan, otherwise known as "Neutro". From giant hermit to open hero, he had found his tall stature entirely unchallenged. Where once he had considered that the Awakening could affect anyone else with similarly gargantuan changes, Neutro had come to terms with the simply fact that only miraculous powers were the mainstream here, and his height would not find a common compatriot.
Simply put, he was distraught at the fact that no one present at the banquet shared his freakish size. A few, maybe a handful, were tall, though seemed naturally so. Even then, they did not sport such inhuman appearances as he. At eight feet tall, and of a onyx color, he stuck out like an intimidating sore thumb above the crowd. Nearly anyone could see him from anywhere within the gathering. Michael appeared uncomfortable to a degree, keeping his arms tight at his side, though his expressionless visage conveyed little in the way of emotion. At the very least, no one seemed brave enough to look at him as anything other than dangerous and strange anyways. He calmed himself with some nonexistent deep breathing.
Neutro found his way to a less crowded location amidst the swirling bodies of colorful costume schemes and trinkets, granting a much greater birth for his own movement, now able to keep his legs and arms at a reasonable distance from his torso. With bright white eyes, he surveyed over the scuttling beneath him, picking out an occasional figure he had heard of before. Most, however, were completely unknown to him. Surely he would get to know them soon. One in particular brushed against his leg and hip, and finding it as sturdy as a lead slab, practically flipped around on his heels and hit the floor. Michael could only apologize and help him up. The hero refused the aid and continued on, a plate of food in his hand.
There were no chairs, no tables, and no benches big enough for him to sit down, and the awkwardness of standing was beginning to settle in his mind. Surrounded by so many strangers, many of whom he assumed were either more capable than he, or more famous, he felt sorely out of place. His image, of course helped little.
He could only continue to scout out for someone -anyone- similar in situation.
Simply put, he was distraught at the fact that no one present at the banquet shared his freakish size. A few, maybe a handful, were tall, though seemed naturally so. Even then, they did not sport such inhuman appearances as he. At eight feet tall, and of a onyx color, he stuck out like an intimidating sore thumb above the crowd. Nearly anyone could see him from anywhere within the gathering. Michael appeared uncomfortable to a degree, keeping his arms tight at his side, though his expressionless visage conveyed little in the way of emotion. At the very least, no one seemed brave enough to look at him as anything other than dangerous and strange anyways. He calmed himself with some nonexistent deep breathing.
Neutro found his way to a less crowded location amidst the swirling bodies of colorful costume schemes and trinkets, granting a much greater birth for his own movement, now able to keep his legs and arms at a reasonable distance from his torso. With bright white eyes, he surveyed over the scuttling beneath him, picking out an occasional figure he had heard of before. Most, however, were completely unknown to him. Surely he would get to know them soon. One in particular brushed against his leg and hip, and finding it as sturdy as a lead slab, practically flipped around on his heels and hit the floor. Michael could only apologize and help him up. The hero refused the aid and continued on, a plate of food in his hand.
There were no chairs, no tables, and no benches big enough for him to sit down, and the awkwardness of standing was beginning to settle in his mind. Surrounded by so many strangers, many of whom he assumed were either more capable than he, or more famous, he felt sorely out of place. His image, of course helped little.
He could only continue to scout out for someone -anyone- similar in situation.
MrDidact said
Well that should only work on the ones that she sees :PI also want to note that this won't be like the regular comics, where we keep fighting the same two-bit villains over and over. There will be some genuine threats that will be long-term but a lot of villains will actually stay in jail or the grave, wherever they end up :PI'm not sure what my schedule is for next few hours (family) but I'm thinking that I can make the first IC post sometime tonight. Two days for everyone to respond while I'm away for the weekend and then we can start in earnest on monday. How does that sound?
Sounds good bauss cannon.
Responded to everyone's collab but Cain's, BECAUSE I HATE YOU. SPECIFICALLY. >:I
I'll be on tomorrow for us to collab my friend.
I'll be on tomorrow for us to collab my friend.
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