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The Time to Act Has Always Been Now // Part 03


Gala Park, Appleton City

The warm, sweet music of whistling lips saturated the park. Pleasant sunshine and the cheerful hymns of the birds lifted the spirits of everyone present, except for Mike. His doctor recommended that he have a certain amount of exercise, a total that he'd been dragging behind for days. So today he'd decided to make up for his mounting deficiencies.

His heart was thumping like a drum kit that someone gave a seven year old for his birthday. Messy and irritating. Draining. And good Lord, his lungs were tired. They felt like deflated balloons. He wished it didn't feel like an air hose had been snaked down his throat.

He passed by a bench, and caught sight of a familiar face. A dreadfully familiar face indeed.

"Gaugh!"

The sight of Mr Matt Dallas' face was half rotten and covered in a thin, sticky looking blood patch. One eyelid was hanging on by a thread of tissue. Despite this appearance, he cocked his head to the side and grinned.

"What are you--! How the-- H E L P!!!"

A few other park goers rapidly came to his aid, elbows out and eyes open. But they quickly wrote it off before smiling at the man on the bench and giving Mike a dismissive eye roll. They walked off and left Dave standing there like an idiot. Paralyzed by some combination of fear, confusion, and embarrassment, Dave could hardly move a muscle.

"Hey Dave. How's it going?"

No response.

"Well, since you asked, I'm not doing too bad myself," he smiled with a mouth absent of teeth. "The wife, the kids, the whole nine yards and then some. That's that," he dropped the smile before the bones of his face redefined themselves and his flesh flapped about before tightening up, like the sheets of a freshly made bed. "So business: Two thousand dollars, not a lot to ask and for such a simple task, it should've been a snap. I get it. You didn't change your mind, the car accident did and you lost your grudge. But a deal is a deal."

He reached out his hand for the still standing man to hold. Mike grabbed hold. And the stranger pulled him in.

"I want my money, Mike. And I am going to get it out of you one way or another. Perk up now, this way doesn't actually involve you losing anything except possibly a few teeth. So you're coming with me."
Random question, does anyone here listen to specific music when you're writing? For me, if there's a particular mood I'm aiming for in an IC post I'll quite often write with an appropriate bit of soundtrack playing. Anyone else do anything similar?


In short, yes. I always listen to music. But the music I listen to depends on what I'm writing. When I wrote a confrontation between Daredevil and Bullseye I was jamming to some Breaking Benjamin and Autopilot Off. I try to keep a soundtrack for each character, though honestly I haven't developed a good one for Hourman. I had a killer Batman writing playlist though. I got the idea from the Hype RPGs Official Soundtrack Thread.

#HypeReferences @Eddie Brock@Gowi
His username isn't Modern Man it's Morden Man.
Who do you guys think is the best choice to succeed the Batman in a Knightfall/Final Crisis style scenario in this game, where the Batman is deceased or otherwise pacified? I think a good exercise is to imagine some possibilities to encourage creativity and analysis. Feel free to counter my ideas.

Matt Murdock already holds a lot of resemblance to the Dark Knight. Territorialism, tragedy, ninjustsu, brooding, and a slew of psychologically warped opponents. His ability to echolocate makes him a standout choice for a successor to the Batman, though. Imagine a Batman with the actual abilities of a bat. Daredevil taking an upgrade with the wingsuits might even improve his mobility.
Hi @Ruby. I have a present for you.
Eh, fine
A short NR post is better than no NR post, I hope.


The Time to Act Has Always Been Now // Part 02


Hamilton-Meringue Theatre
Appleton City


The reflection of the moon's pale blue light spread over the floorboards, covering all but the spectral silhouette of a stranger. Otherwise, the theatre felt empty. Rick Tyler, the Hourman of Appleton City, felt like an intruder (which he technically was) on the serene space. The air had a special, lung shivering taste, as though it was forbidden itself.

Defying the whim to flee, he swept over to the wooden door, a chipped and aging door. It was locked. Fortunately, he had his means of getting around that. He withdrew a set of lock-picking tools and surgically persuaded it to yield.

With a pocket flashlight in hand, he brushed over the interior shelving while taking note of the variety of guns, bags, and masks. Innocent of wrongdoing or not, Mike had been truthful. Every detail lined up thus far, in the paperwork he'd delivered on. And after a second peak, he even spotted the picture of the actor he'd targeted: Matt Dallas.

Dallas had recently been featured in the tabloids as a mutant rights activist after being thrown into the spotlight on account of a biological anomaly. The media found out about his belly button, or more accurately his lack of one.

The closet was peppered with other hints, like a newspaper with Senator Kelley's face stamped on the cover.

"Perfect. He's amnesiac, prejudiced, and guilty." The time-keeping crime fighter walked over to the shelving before lifting the dusty articles and packing a backpack full of evidence. "This is fantastic. Next he's going to have multiple personalities and a knack for genetic engineering."

"I'd be less offended if you had a single discernible personality trait besides bossy."

Rick's spine filled with lightning and his fists snapped into battle formation. "Wait a sec.. what are you doing here Dave?"

"I may have memory loss, but I also have a job. And responsibilities to fulfill besides fitting your criteria for guilty. I work here, doofus."

Okay. Okay. Take it in. Learn. Never do this again. From now on you don't do soliloquies. You have internal monologues.

"I'm on your side, Mike. But, I also have to be on Matt's side. I can't let you go and commit this hate crime."

"I already called him off. I called him off hours ago and that was that. He hung up. Case closed. Now get out of my place of work. I don't need you here and I swear to god if I ever catch you here again I'm calling the cops."

"Yikes. Umm, sorry."

At that, Rick emptied his load and slumped past his former client. "But don't ever waste my time like this again."

"P-lease. Do not think you can--can. . ." he started before being persuaded to tame his tongue by the crime fighters overwhelming presence and burning eyes.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but I do know that before too long, I'm going to get it out of you."
Am I the only one who actually LIKED the Spider-Man Unlimited show?
@Lord Wraith covered it with the mention of the BTAS theme. Also put it on when I wanted to motivate myself. Also, the episode with the Scarecrow is cemented in my memory because it birthed the line "I am vengeance. I am the night. I am Batman." As a strange boy, I also put that on to motivate and inflate my spirits.

So, that would be my number one. What are your favorite TV lines ever? My number two is from BBCs Robin Hood: "Will you tolerate this injustice? I for one, will not!"
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