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In 《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》 → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Heroes always leave a crime scene too early. The younger ones are particularly bad in this regard. They just conclude their business and say ‘well, the cops will be along soon enough to clean things up’. Maybe they think that the cops will be just waiting around the corner to start putting up police tape. How long could they take to respond? You may ask. Half an hour, give or take 5 minutes. But still, a half hour with the scene of the crime just sitting there. Of course, some heroes do stick behind for the police to come and clean up their mess. But they are few and far between.

The setting sun was just about over the horizon, shedding its last rays on the remnants of the train. Whatever the heroes did here, they did a number on just about everything around the place. Night Owl didn’t dawdle on the spectacle for too long, she had 20 minutes to get in and out.

Carefully crossing from a nearby tree line, Night Owl entered the first train car and almost immediately gagged. Sure, heroes were no ideal force in the world. But she didn’t expect the slaughter house that was left inside, and it was starting to smell like one too. She didn’t want to be longer than she had to.

The benefit of the strong smell was that her power was working on overdrive. Almost immediately the trails of everyone in the train started visualising before her.

An omnipresent white trail needlessly scattered itself around the train. It then shooting off in a thin trail outside of it, taking another trail with it. She knew the smell well enough to know it was her idiot brother. The white outline image of him gradually manifested, making it easier to tell what was what. ‘Did he know what had happened in here?’ Night Owl thought. ‘He must have. Maybe he isn’t what the selfless idiot hero chalks himself up to be? There would be no reason for all this if he wasn’t though.’ It was a curious point to be sure, but she had to move on.

There was another familiar smell, this one manifested in an orange trail that continuously splattered out into blood stains around the train. The curious thing is that there was no body to connect it. They just up and left, like the beating they had received was nothing. Another hero most likely, but it was off that she recognized the trail. She hadn’t stalked any heroes with powers like that, not yet anyway. Night Owl found it a point of concern that she couldn’t place it. But she had to move on. Time was short and there was a lot to cover.

The splatterings of ice were starting to melt now, leaving small puddles of water around them. Judging by the icy blue trail, the user had left as well. An ice wielding hero was not once she had seen before. But much like the others, none of these people were responsible for the carnage.

It was time to look closer at the bodies, as much as it disgusted her. In each body's wound, she could see a new part of the figure that had done it. A hole in the chest, that was an arm. *snap*. A crumpled head, that was a fist. *snap*. The trampled body that looked like a hopscotch mat, that was the feet and legs. *snap*. The snake looking guy that was torn apart, a chainsaw. Not the same guy but it hardly mattered. *snap*. As she began going through each corpse, she found that the mutilated ones all came from the same two people. One was the chainsaw maniac in the middle of the train car, and the other got away. Was the second one a hero? They must be. How interesting. She looked upon the now formed outline of a massive crimson figure. Night Owl couldn’t put a face on it, but how many people that size could really be at HERO. The figure of crimson could be a big help in this all.

Amelia cracked a smile, before quickly keeping it back under control. She was proud of her accomplishment here and had plenty of directions to go. First thing was first though, she double checked her camera to see if those pictures went through.

The first stage was to throw some mud at HERO and she had the ammunition she needed for that. To see all this be covered up and swept under the rug like nothing happened, that would be a mighty shame.



In the early hours of the Brookside and Watervale morning, well before the sun rises, a figure could be seen hanging up posters. From the silhouette, one might mistake this as a girl hanging up missing pet posters if it wasn’t for the absurd time. Then, before the majority of people woke up, she had been out of sight for at least an hour.

On the main streets of Brookside and Watervale, posters were placed everywhere.

“This is how your heroes protect you.”
“Trust in the Night Owl.”

Followed by pictures of the N-Train massacre.






After everything that had happened, Lucas had a lot to think about. It had been a matter of days since the N-Train mission and his arm had been fully healed. But the effect it had on him had still remained. He was glad to have a therapist he could talk to. When he heard about what happened on the train, he felt overwhelming guilt for not being able to stop it. Particularly the gas weapon that was used when he left, he could have saved them. Who ‘them’ was, he wasn’t so sure. But he could have.

Lucas thought about home and the Vandermon manor. What was his sister up to? He hoped that his parents hadn’t had too much influence over her while he was away.

Whenever Lucas thought about his father, he always remembered the image of his bust statue. For generations, each head of the Vandermon family had a bust statue made of them. As a kid, he looked up to the image of it and his father. But as he grew into his teens he started to realise that his father always looked like that. The expression on the bust was how his father always looked. His mother also had the same expression on her face. No matter what day of the year, they always had that cold, lifeless look on them. In his mind, he would have a statue in that main hall one day and he too would gradually have his face mirror its expression.

Lucas knew he had no choice but to stay at the Foundation. He just couldn’t go back and become like his parents. Whenever he thinks about his sister, he dreads the thought that he will come back home one day and she will have a face of stone, just like them. But what could he do about that? He couldn’t just march back to the manor and tell her to desert her aspirations just because he was bothered by it.

But maybe he wasn’t remembering them right. Maybe with him being more grown up he could understand and relate to his parents more. The self doubt had certainly crossed his mind. Maybe he was being stupid, maybe he should have just stayed home.

This was Lucas’ first real taste of action and he didn’t know how to feel about it. Maybe this whole thing wasn’t for him. The Foundation would have put so much time and effort into him, just for him to give it up. He at least owed them a couple of weeks to think it out.



In the end, he knew he had to stick it out. This couldn’t be every mission, just some really bad luck. Plus it only showed that he had room to improve. He needed to keep his chin up and push through it. But that still didn’t stop him from feeling bad about it. Dawnbreaker was supposed to be an unbeatable paragon and yet a single bullet had stopped any notion of that. He wasn’t naive enough to think the costume would actually make him immune to bullets, but to have the illusion shatter so abruptly was demoralizing. Lucas just hoped no one other than the villain lady saw it.






Mentions (briefly): Gateway @Zoey Boey

Starbright hadn’t come into the Foundation building too much within the last month. Things had been going smoothly, so he thought he would give himself a small vacation. He learned to appreciate those in his later years, as opposed to his younger self.

The trip to the Foundation building was a smooth one. His personal driver was expensive, so that much was certainly an expectation. This left him to read over some final documents before his meeting.

Today’s meeting was a personal one with Dawnbreaker. Reading the mission debrief and then the therapists report, this did not go very well. Certainly HERO main missions were always a gamble on whether they actually went well or not. Looks like the kid rolled snake eyes for his debut.

It was certainly a bummer. Starbright wanted to come back with the good news. Dawnbreaker had locked in a big sponsorship and a movie deal which starts filming at the end of the year. While he was at it, he could say hi to that new Irish import. What was her name again? It was slipping his mind but she had sponsors lining up the wood works already too... None of that seemed tasteful given the circumstances.

Starbright needed to cheer his main star up and there was only one way he knew how to do that. With something expensive.



“How is my favourite star?” Starbright announced with gusto as he entered the room. The doors swung open with immense force as Starbright posed in the entryway. Yep, he still had it.

Dawnbreaker was initially just eating a sandwich with a slight hunch in his shoulders. Upon the Starbright entry, he jumped and rushed to bring his shoulders back for better posture. “Hey, I’m just eating up a sandwich. Got to keep my strength up for the hero stuff today.” Lucas tried to get his ‘hero smile’ up but his heart wasn’t in it.

Starbright could tell. Plus Dawnbreaker had no ‘hero stuff’ scheduled for the rest of the week. The therapist had recommended a hero leave, which Dawnbreaker protested as expected. But in the end, Starbright had final say. After reading the report, he took the side of the therapist.

“You don’t have to keep that act up. I bought you a present.”

Starbright handed Dawnbreaker the present, it was clearly a sword of some kind. But it had been wrapped in tacky wrapping paper.

“What is it?”

“Well after reading up on your therapists report. I thought this could be of use to you.”

Dawnbreaker furrowed his brow sceptically. “Hang on, are you allowed to d-”

“Just open it up already.” Starbright interrupted cheerfully. “Besides, it was more just a recounting of events, not personal details.”

Dawnbreaker starts unwrapping. “Alright I guess, but couldn’t you get that from the mission debrief.”

“The mission debrief and what you personally saw are two different things. I am more interested in the latter.”

Dawnbreaker finished unwrapping to reveal a katana in an expensive looking sheath. It looked really cool, but how was this supposed to help him? “You know I don’t know the first thing about sword fighting right.” He swung it around a little in its sheath.

Starbright remained silent.

Dawnbreaker finally went to unsheath it. But as he did so, some sparks came flying out. Thinking back to the N-Train mission, the implication is clear.

“Reading up on the events, I was impressed with your oxygen trick. However, you should never leave the choice to a villain. Take this as a very... ornamental lighter, and you can swing that thing around some if you feel the need.”

“Thank you.”

“But! There’s one more thing I want to address.”

Dawnbreaker looked up in curiosity.

“The whole appeal to justice and truth. Look, it's a great thing for the cameras. Fantastic really, a good look. You can really say that sort of thing like you believe it-”

“I do believe i-”

“Yes, exactly, that's good too. But that sort of thing is not going to work on a villain, is it? Hell, it won’t even work on half of the heroes with the moral standards HERO has.”

“...”

“Either way, my point is there are other ways to appeal to people. You don’t need to fight someone to make them see reason, but ‘truth and justice’ isn’t going to cut it either.”

“I think you are ready to learn my ultimate technique.”

“Your ultimate technique?”

“That’s what I said. This weekend, I’m teaching it to you. Afterward, you’ll be ready for your actual debut.” Starbright then left without another word leaving Dawnbreaker alone in the room.

What could that ultimate technique be? Something cool, Dawnbreaker hoped.




In Qualia: Mission Sub Rosa → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Qualia: Steampunk Spies, School Life Scandals, and Eldritch Spice → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
I’ll say that he’ll find his best successes with hive-minded insects like bees or ants right now, just in terms of being able to perceive the Formulae of their minds. As a Polymath, he’ll also have the potential/ability to perform fairly well in all other Majors, because that’s essentially the prerequisite you need in order to pursue Mesmerology as more than a meme. With no encounters with Edenic Beasts, he’ll also be a natural born Dynamicist, which is also pretty rare to begin with. Basically, the dude’s fame would easily stretch beyond Vienna, and he’ll only be held back by his choice of Major.

He’ll definitely be able to modify his own memories with ease, because that can easily just be a pure-Egoism feat. He won’t be able to transfer at all though. I’d say he can direct hive-minded insects to go places if he has their queen with him, and he can vaguely affect how aggressive vermin are.

I established Mesmerology as part of the world building and as a meme option. Those who can pursue it with any modicum of success will be extremely capable individuals though, while those who can’t actually succeed in that field are funny little trolls.


All good made some touch up edits. I imagine while his ability has gain national interest, he is kept as a pretty closely guarded national secret. So his fame hasn't stretch out farther than nation government.

With that said, let me know if he is good to send over to the characters
In Qualia: Steampunk Spies, School Life Scandals, and Eldritch Spice → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
@JumbusTragically, the implication behind Mesmerology in the OOC is that there’s not a single Mesmerologist in the world that can actually do what they claim to be able to do, as the very nature of this particular Major works against the most difficult parts of Formulization in general, due to requiring you to essentially alter the properties of the intangibles (memories/thoughts) of a living being (which is difficult enough to do when it’s yourself). The hurdle to Mesmerology is high enough that everything about it is theoretical and there’s no systematized method of actually attaining it. So a school that can produce Mesmerologists (that aren’t just scam artists) is out of the question. Either find another Major, accept that Franz is lying through his teeth, or make him a real genius of geniuses.

Otherwise, the backstory is good enough. You’ll want to talk to Dog about how Austira-Hungary exists when the Ottoman Empire also does. Qualia isn't anything relevant to the world though.


Hi yeah fully understand. I was going for a 'some countries might have secretly developed it more' but I get that isn't the direction you want for Mesmerology. I do find it curious that Mesmerology is an option when it is hamstrung this significantly. However, my original concept for this character was to have no power at all so I'm certainly not complaining. I quite like under powered characters who use their brain over their power. I have reworked multiple parts of his backstory to fit the advice:

-The Vienna Academy is now just a Young Polymath academy that happens to have an interest in developing Mesmerology past the theoretical phase.

-Franz's powers got reworked to be his experimental progress in the Mesmerology field. Hopefully thats a good power level for it. If it isn't, I would appreciate some clearer guidelines with it. As its a bit rough to gauge it at the moment haha

-I would say Franz is a mix between genius of geniuses and scam artist

-I mistook Qualia for being a shorthand name for the academy sorry

Edit: The first edit was not saved so I have only just got those changes up
In 《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》 → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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@canaryrose


Sam laughed, jubilant. “Want a bullet in your mouth this time, air boy? Huh?” She was evidently taking glee from this, her face lighting up as she saw Dawnbreaker in pain. “Fucking soft-ass idiot. You can’t kill me with oxygen. I breathe oxygen!” Sam took a deep breath as if to demonstrate that she did indeed breathe oxygen, before yanking hard on the controls of the plane.

The jet went into a violent and fast barrel roll as Sam tried to literally throw him off the plane. She, however, seemed to be having a grand old time as the plane careened, nose down, towards the ground. If Dawnbreaker wasn’t in control the sheer force of the wind would send him flying off.

Dawnbreaker hit the deck hard as the plane spun. His whole body hurt at the impact onto the ship. He scrapped as much energy he could in the hopes he would stick to the plane. The cape was now pulling at his neck, near strangling him. He couldn’t spare the energy to keep it in place like before. It was a really cool cape, but it had to go. Dawnbreaker struggled an arm up and unclipped it. Sparing no time to watch it fly off into more peaceful skies. Sure he felt exhausted from the gunshot, but you can muster all sorts of energy when your life is at risk.

‘Why did I think she would play fair?’ Was the main question running in his head over and over. ‘Why am I playing fair? He said everything would be alright as long as I played the part. But every time I’ve done something heroic, it just blows up in my face. With all that advice, I’m facing certain death if I don’t do something right now.’ Could he get her to surrender? Off the cards. Give an awe inspiring speech? That doesn’t work on nose diving planes. So what could he realistically do here?

The wings. Wings in planes require a keen balance of air pressure above and below them to maintain a desired altitude. With the amount of energy he had left, this was the best bet. Trusting more in speeding up wind than slowing it, Dawnbreaker increased the speed above the wings. He made sure to balance the wings to avoid further rolling. Hopefully this was a good temporary solution, it had to work.

One thing didn’t go unnoticed though, there was no winning this. All his efforts continuously drained his own energy while she went unharmed. When the plane becomes balanced again, he would have to retreat. Dawnbreaker’s expression no longer kept his heroic smile, he looked at Sam with a cold anger. She had done harm to him, his friends, and countless innocents. Yet he would have to just let her go.

The wings of the plane came to a sudden standstill. Dawnbreaker’s wind was forcing them to remain straight, so now they were in a straight nose-dive. “Shit!” Sam slammed upwards to avoid a total crash. She very much disliked the lack of control. The G-forces were enough to turn anyone’s stomach, and even she was turning a bit green. But, to her satisfaction, Dawnbreaker wasn’t looking awesome either. He was barely clinging onto the plane, his arm bloodied. He looked terrible, and that’s what made her smile.

Now she just needed to shake him off. Despite posturing, Sam had no intent of actually crashing the plane and fighting Blitz. She didn’t know who the other bitch was, but she had no desire to get impaled by a giant, muscled fist. Instead, she simply flew off into the sky, still trying her best to disengage her clinger.

With the plane now steady, Dawnbreaker took the opportunity to disengage off the plane. Letting the criminal get away. He didn’t want to, it felt wrong to. But he could fight much longer. As he leapt off behind the plane, Dawnbreaker turned around to watch it fly away. His cocky smile was long gone and replaced with a mix of disappointment and tiredness.



After the plane was out of sight he slowly descended to the ground. Seeing his cape lying on top of a nearby tree, he picked it up on his way down. Reaching the ground, he took in the silence and the opportunity to catch his breath. It wouldn’t be long before one of the other heroes came to check on him. But he couldn’t show himself in this state. Dawnbreaker was unbeatable, even if Lucas wasn’t.

‘God this thing hurts’ thought Lucas as he slowly draped the cape back over his shoulders. It was a slow and arduous process but he got it back on. He made sure to keep the cape on a right tilt so that his injured arm was concealed by it, then stumbled his way back toward the mean hero lady. Maybe she had some success...

On second thought, he was just going to head home to the Starbright Foundation.

In Qualia: Steampunk Spies, School Life Scandals, and Eldritch Spice → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Thought I would throw my hat into the mega mix here. Got a non-combative mesmerologist. Wrote it up a bit quickly so let me know what you think of the concept. I'll probably get on and edit it up tomorrow.

In 《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》 → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



Dawnbreaker looked over at the nuclear bomb falling from the aircraft. Pandora had cut the wire and with that the villains entire goal had been ripped away from them. She may not be the nicest woman around, but she certainly gets the job done. As far as he was concerned that's a mission success. The villain's plans had been foiled and it was only a matter of time before she surrenders. For now though, he stood atop the hovercraft looking out to the distance.

Deep breath in.

Deep breath out.

The horizon looked so nice from up here. No matter how many times he came up this high, it never stops taking his breath away. The sun shone directly on his face and wind blew past him, this time with no influence of his own. It was perfect. He wondered if anyone was looking up and could see him. Would they see a symbol of victory like Starbright had promised he could be? It seemed so ludicrous to image it. A calm smile came over his face as he day dreamed. But a murmuring could be heard from the cockpit. As he started to come back into focus, he realized that it was Sam. He began to look toward the woman in the ship.

"I assume that means you a ready to surren..."

RATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA

Dawnbreaker was met with rapid machine gun fire. He jumped back immediately to try avoid it, dedicating his full power into slowing the bullets down. It was hardly an efficient use of his power, but he was in panic mode. He stumbled back more almost losing his footing off the edge of the ship. His power was now dedicated to deflecting the bullets away to the side of him. There were a few narrow misses in there but it was working.

'Why does it always have to be guns?'

The ship was becoming turbulent from all of the rapid, and seemingly random, wind flow around it. This made the ship rock around, the 'bullet avoiding dance' became even more exaggerated. But as the clip seemed finally out, he relaxed on his powers letting the ship stabilize. He was finally able to catch his breath. That was until one final bullet was sent straight into his right arm. She had saved the final bullet in the magazine.


Dawnbreaker took a sharp breath as unbearable pain tore through his right arm. He was trying to keep his breath steady, but the shock of what had happened was still hitting him. He had be shot, he really had just been shot. Sure, heroes get shot all the time. But its not like they teach you how to get shot in the Academy. He clenched his jaw and hunched his shoulder as he gripped his arm. This was the most pain he had ever been in and he wasn't taking it well. Not to mention he needed both arms to fully control his powers. He could feel his control slipping without him being able to maintain the wind flow. Put into fight or flight like that, he was forced to make a gabmit.

Thrusting out his uninjured arm, a harmless gust of wind passed both Sam and Dawnbreaker. This would seem innocuous to anyone who didn't know what it was. Dawnbreaker had his head ducked looking at the ground trying to deal with the pain. But there wasn't time for that and certainly not with anyone watching.

Bringing his posture back to stance and raising his head in a cheesy smile, he looked Sam directly in the eye. While it was a good imitation of confidence, someone like Sam would be able to tell it was put on for show rather than anything genuine. Even if there wasn't the giveaway sign that the hero was still gripping his arm.

"I have to admit, you got me good with that one. But I wouldn't shoot another bullet up here if I were you. Shooting a bullet would ignite us both, and only one of us has the ability to put it out in time. You may have noticed its easier to breath, that's because we are surrounded by pure oxygen. As a hero, I can let you harm yourself like that. But if the gunfire taught me anything, it means you won't go down without a fight. So how about we fight hand to hand like real heroes and villains?"

That didn't sound heroic at all. In the rush and panic of it all, it was hard to keep a persona going. In some ways he didn't care to keep it up, all he had to do was focus on staying alive and making this pilot see justice. If she did shoot, he doubted he would be able to deflect the bullet or put himself out.

Gradually taking his other hand of his injured arm, he raises his fists as if he was in a boxing stance. Not an actual boxing stance but one that certainly looks like one.

In 《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》 → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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@Zoey Boey

(Idiocy)



While Dawnbreaker knew that the tornado move was a cool addition to his intro. It often got in the way of visibility. Could he see what was happening to Chainsawyer? Uh, maybe? It was certainly hard to tell. Could he hear what was happening? Not really. The wind flowing around him was going pretty fast so only the sounds of the chainsaw flinging around and the occasional punch could be heard. Still, maintaining a hero pose for a reasonable length of time was crucial to success and it must be held.

Was that enough? Give it another half second. Ok there we go.

The swirl of air flowing around him began slowing until it was a reasonable pace. It was still present and ready to protect him. However, he was now able to perceive a lot more. This was the first time he was looking to assess the situation in the train car. What is all the red stuff flying around? It couldn’t be… No, it looks as though the heroes were winning. Heroes don’t do that.

"Excuse me, Chainsawyer? You there, the vermin." Dawnbreaker heard from across the train car. "You missed. The train car is still connected."

It was just a normal woman, standing there in normal clothes. Had there been a stowaway civilian in the train car, who is now endangered by the evil sky pirates? It must be, she wasn’t rushing in to stop the villains so she didn’t seem like a hero. She must be terrified of the proceedings here, even if she was hiding it well.

Dawnbreaker rushed over with a gust of wind and stood between her and the fight. “Do not worry, innocent lady. I, Dawnbreaker, am here to save you from the fowl villainy of these pirates. You are safe.” His cape continued to flow to the side and he stood in confidence that his assessment of the situation was correct.

The woman had been squinting against the wind storm, not quite able to make out what was going on anymore either. For a few moments she totally ignored Dawnbreaker, before casting him a half-lidded, cold-eyed stare.

”Oh, my hero.” She said, flatly.

The rush of a fight and struggling to pick up on sarcasm can be a terrible mix. Because Dawnbreaker had confused her words for a genuine call to be rescued. “There's no need to thank me. The honor of being able to save the fine people of this city is more than enough for me.” He turned to face Pandora and picked her up off the ground. “Just to let you know, I have my pilots license.” Dawnbreaker gave the cheesiest hero smile that looked all too practiced before the two began taking to the skies.

Blinking slowly, her eyes glazed over and she stared off into the middle distance. The princess carry wasn’t on her agenda today. Sighing, she resigned and mentally shrugged, smirking. ”Well, that’s great. Dawnbreaker, right? With heroes like you around, no doubt-” The young man in question looked at her in pleasant surprise. “Dawnbreaker is correct. I’m kind of surprised you know my name.” He begun trailing off into some talk about his popularity. Which few would have the ability to pay full attention to.

Pandora sat up straight, looping her arm around Dawnbreaker’s neck and pulling his head down to look more clearly over his shoulder. “I haven’t really made a debut yet, but I guess the fan club reach is better than I thou… hey what are you doing?”

”For fuck’s-” Pandora complained quietly. Leaning back, she stuck the tips of her fingers into the side of Dawnbreaker’s face, and using that as leverage, turned his head. “Ow ow ow ow ow” Dawnbreaker repeated as the previously kind civilian was now forcing his face around with some pretty hefty piercing force. Now he could see the enemy’s hovercraft and the noticeable nuclear bomb shaped box trailing after them from a wire.

”Quit complaining- they’re getting away with the bait. Go on, flyboy, get after them, now! We can still catch up.” Pandora pointed with her order. She retracted her fingers from his head, pivoting him in the right direction.

To say Dawnbreaker was startled by this sudden tonal shift was an understatement. Why had she suddenly become so mean, he was just trying to save her. Also, why did she say ‘we’? “Uh, um, hang on.” Dawnbreaker sputtered out. Realising he broke character, he shook his head to get himself back into it. The bravado and confidence of Dawnbreaker was back, he couldn’t be unheroic in front of a civilian after all.

“To put an innocent civilian in harm's way would go against my hero code. Do not fear, I can take you to safety and save the day in no time. It's what heroes do.” While Dawnbreaker wasn’t entirely sure if he could actually do that, he certainly said it in a tone like he could. It sounded heroic in his mind, but to an outside spectator it was nothing but a bold display that he had not caught on to his mistake yet.

”No, you can’t!” Pandora rebutted, clearly frustrated. ”I work with HERO too, you fool! Why doesn’t anyone read the fucking roster?!” Pandora ran a hand down her face and then pointed again to the escaping plane.

Dawnbreaker was dumbfounded by this. He only just realised how comically wrong he had been about the situation. His ‘put on’ demeanor dropped and went back to how one would expect him to talk like. “W-well, I do read the roster… skimmed it… had a glance.” His words trailed off. “Wait! How come you didn’t say anything earlier!? I feel so dumb.”

Pandora didn’t have a good answer for his question, so she ignored it, letting him think he was dumb rather than she was just petty.

”If you can get me close enough, launch me, and I’ll cut the wire.” The redhead ordered. After what had happened, Dawnbreaker was ready to follow those orders entirely. Out of lack of confidence in his decision making abilities if anything.

“Alright here we go.” In a blast, the two rocketed toward the hovercraft. This was at a much higher speed than before. When he had mistaken her for a civilian he had to take it slowly, but there was no holding back now. Pandora blinked against the wind, raising a hand to shield her eyes.

Dawnbreaker dropped her off at the wire. Nodding to him, she held on tight and focused on her work. As for him, he didn’t stick around there. Villainy had to be confronted. He flew upward and dropped on the hovercraft in front of the cockpit, where he stood with arms crossed and cape flowing in the wind.

“So, the villainous mastermind shows her hand. A thief who expects to just steal a bomb and fly away on the winds of freedom. But freedom is a place of heroes, and only one hero holds domain over the skies. I, Dawnbreaker, will bring you to justice.”

The details of the speech would have been lost to the rushing air. But it was more for himself than anyone else.

Meanwhile, the woman formed her free hand into a chop, focused on turning anything her hand touched into liquid. When she saw a space for the bomb to land in a clearing, she eyeballed it and sliced through. Nuclear bombs aren’t activated by impact, but going in there and rooting around with her Alteration powers might do it. So this would have to work.

In 《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》 → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Mission: On Cloud Nine Location: Castleburg Bullet N-Train


"I'm done, theres no helping this dude. I'm so dead. He's gonna kill me. He is going to kill me."

Dawnbreaker stood in the bathroom of the train, continuously splashing water on one part of his cape then rubbing it. Rinse and repeat. This had been his life for the past 10 minutes. Just earlier he had been on the train, travelling with everyone else. In his folly he had cracked open a cola for a train trip beverage. One thing lead to another and Lucas ended up slipping, spilling cola on his cool cape. This caused him to rush to the bathroom immediately to try and get it out. His first debut and he was going to have a cola stain on his cape, over his dead body. Starbright would kill him. It wasn't a huge stain or even a large one, but it was there and that is unacceptable.

It was now ten minutes into this cleaning endeavor with no success. It didn't really matter that a train bathroom was minimal on cleaning supplies. Because Lucas had never learnt how to treat it in the first place. They never taught him this at the academy. I mean cleaning a cape isn't supposed to be a heroes job, right? That's for like... other people. Luckily the pirates hadn't arrived yet, he still had time.

BOOM. Time was up.

"Ok don't panic, just go out there with a stained cape. 'Hey guys, its me the new top hero. Look upon my cape, a symbol of the new golden age. Oh yeah don't look at the stain.' This is going to be so embarrassing." Lucas face palmed letting his hand slowly drag downward. He turned the tap on, cupped the running water, and splashed it on his face. It was go time. Lucas shook his head side to side, shaking off the water while using his power to dry off.

"Showtime."


The sound of Chainsawyer's namesake weapon suddenly had another noise contesting with it. The sound of rushing air, the entire train car had become a wind tunnel. From the side the gust was originating, a figure was quickly closing the gap. Dawnbreaker looked more like a whirling storm of red on approach than any coherent form. This ended only a few metres from Chainsawyer in a final twirl that landed into a pose. Dawnbreaker stood with knees bent into almost a kneel, one hand keeping his glasses in place with a few fingers pressed on the center of them, and his other arm outstretched to his side with his cape flowing alongside behind it. This was a hero pose to the core and one would remark on the extreme coincidence of his cape flowing in the right place if they didn't know what sort of power he possessed.

As for the tornado Dawnbreaker rode in on. It had hit the floor of the train where he landed and bounced off like a rock skimming over water. That bounce landed square on Chainsawyer with full momentum. A normal man would have been launched by that force, but Dawnbreaker didn't assume this super villain was a normal man. Still there were more important things than a villain being staggered. It was a matter so important Dawnbreaker had no time to processes the carnage around him either. It was the hero monologue.

"Villans better watch out because a new day is rising! With that rising dawn comes justice and truth! I am the one who brings in that new day, Dawnbreaker has arrived!" As he spoke, the wind around him began to spin up again. It kept increasing in speed to the point that his final words were barely audible. Not that he would have noticed.



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