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@BCTheEntity Okay. Johnny ought to be good. Check him out at your leisure.
9. Oh by the way lycanthropy doesn't exist in this setting. His other skills seem fine, though he wouldn't need the colourblindness, since he's still got all the human cone cells.

@Banana I don't believe so. Sorry man.
Martyr: Outside PRT ==> Drainage Pipe

Dean shook his head and gritted his teeth. That was definitely a poor move on his part. First of all, there were people possibly close enough to hear them, and being rude to another hero was generally not cool. Secondly, they were on a mission. Lives were at stake, not just Dean's but his team's, and the citizens he fought for. As Margrave threw his fairly mundane insult out, and Epsilon attempted to educate him like he was a child, he wanted to tell them "Sorry my super power isn't 'literally scientist'" or "Sorry I can't remember everything about your crappy power" he bit his tongue. He was being petty, and he'd have time for that back at home.

As the team got ready to move out, an epiphany came in the form of Sonar. Apparently, these people were being taken to the Patriarch, the big bad of Denver. With that, all teams moved out, Assault Team B leaving while Dean and Sonar (and presumably Epsilon, though he was running too fast to check) made their way to the riverbed. Once everyone was in position, Sonar gave the signal, and Dean rushed in.

Firstly, Dean threw his boomerang at the slow mook who had happened to be looking in their direction, accidentally knocking his chin upwards, though Dean was aiming for the chest. Luckily, this seemed to knock him unconscious, allowing Dean a couple of seconds to follow Sonar's orders. He cleared his mind, focused on himself, or all the other versions of himself, and 'pulled' as he liked to call it, giving him the command "block the exit, but don't kill anyone." In a split second, another Dean was summoned too, all three Deans looking exactly the same, and drawing their blades, blunt edge first. This was the unspoken agreement between almost all versions of himself. When one has nothing to lose, they ought to follow the leader.

With that done, Dean began focusing on how best to get to the hostages. All... 8? Dean wouldn't be able to tell unless Tulpa told him but he knew he saw some people bound near the right wall, so he would aim there. Unfortunately, there were some goons coming his way, including one who had picked up his boomerang. The goon threw it back to him, but seemingly had no experience, and the thing veered to the left, hit a wall, and bounced right next to Dean's feet. "Thanks, it's really hard for that one too actually come back because it's made of aluminum," Dean quipped, kicking the weapon back to a Dean behind him, who so helpfully tossed it into Dean's open palm. "So any help is really appreciated."

Martyr holstered his boomerang and began combating the three goons who were near him, blocking a strike from a pipe with one and summoning a Dean to get stabbed for him. Luckily, the stabbed Dean seemed to have enough willpower to punch his assailant in the face before collapsing, removing a combatant from the fight. Dean then swatted away the weapon of the pipe goon, leaving both of the two left defenseless. With a few simple swings, both were groaning on the floor, unable to get up due to broken ribs. Dean again charged forward, bent on saving the hostages.
@BCTheEntity Johnny lives, and has always lived, in Japan. That's why I called him a westaboo. As for permission to invent a military subsection or gang of some sort: thanks. Might just go with the anti-terrorist cell but the freedom is appreciated. And yes, I may change the Caledfwlch. Might do something else with it, but I will probably keep it as "a magical blade Johnny stole when he killed a Draconid." even if the effect changes.
@BCTheEntity Is there like, a specific military organization that would fight the draconids? Would there be a sect of the japanese (or somewhere close) military that would specialize in dragon slaying? When I wrote up the bio outline I realized I wasn't sure where Johnny would go once he became Fantastically Racist. Also, is this skill and powerset good? Too OP? Not OP enough?

Should be done. Have a look.


Love Craft: Icehouse Hideout

As Lovely's hand grazed Everest's chest, their hand was profoundly chilled, an expected result if his body was crystallizing the air vapor. It was distinctly worth it though, as Everest reacted almost like a child. One could even see his face contort under the mask, but even if they couldn't, his deep voiced was distinctly a pitch or two higher. They giggled a bit, and stepped away, allowing Little Soldier Man and Chatterbox to say their pieces.

Head Hunter's introduction went off without a hitch, and Chatterbox's seemed like it was going to be even better, obviously because of his ability, but at the mention of Broker the Iceman "Froze." He and Broker seemed to work through the fact that Everest had no real meaning here, and that his sole purpose was to be eliminated. Everest scanned the room one last time before realizing he was screwed.

Everest extended his hand towards the Broker, crystalline icicles shooting out of his palm like one of HH's guns. Lovely tried to cover Broker, or at least soften the impact by creating a wall of hard flesh, but they weren't near enough to either Everest or Broker, and weren't ready to exert themselves like that. Luckily, every single shard missed, instead being imbedded in the wall behind Broker. As everyone struggled to react, Broker grabbed the victim's hand and held him in a death grip with a look that screamed "even if you die a thousand times, I'll never be happy."

As the target was sufficiently restrained and... unable to use his power? Lovely bit their lip. Was that Broker's power? The ability to nullify another's? She would need to ask him about it, while being sure to not incur his wrath. If he could stop their shifting, then the fight would be... well, a fifteen year-old versus an adult man. But they was getting ahead of themselves, HH easily took care of the man, dissecting his neck sloppily. That was certainly a downside, even if he was the most eligible bachelor currently. Frankie wanted a partner who knew what they were doing with their hands.

But that didn't matter. As Everest lie on the ground, barely breathing, something felt particularly wrong about the experience. Frankie was no stranger to blood and guts. They had dissected animals before, and even taken a look inside their own body. But Everest lie there, still breathing ever so slightly, waiting to die. Frankie thought the least they could do was attempt to put them out of their misery. Frankie morphed a hand into a short, incredibly sharp blade and hardened it, before crouching over the almost-corpse. If Everest had any last words, he ought to say them now.
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Sofia's dad.



Especially funny considering he's a prosecutor and she's in a gang.
Martyr: PRT Headquarters

Dean was relatively silent on the way down the elevator, too anxious to get to the villain. The only thing that snapped him out of his stupor for even a second was Messiah, who donned her disguise by lighting up her eyes. He almost forgot to put his goggles on himself, actually, but he put them on just in time. As the doors opened, the Wards were greeted by a ton of adoring fans.

Dean smiled brightly. This, this was exactly what he lived for. He gave a small friendly wave to the crowd as he listened to Sonar. They were dealing with Eyeblight, one of the guys Dean couldn't actually hit. Luckily for him though, there also happened to be twenty regular goons down their, and defeating armies was what Dean did best.

As the group surged forward, Dean hung back a bit with Epsilon, wanting whoever wanted to snap pictures to get their chance. Unfortunately, Messiah slowed up too, her light probably blocking any shots of the three. Dean huffed a bit, before picking up the pace and coming outside with Tulpa, Sonar, and Margrave. Tulpa proved her usefulness, scouting ahead with her ability and telling them what Sonar couldn't. They had hostages down there, but they also only had melee weaponry, allowing both Dean and Margrave to remain effective. Finally, she recommended herself as a distraction, which Dean had no issue with. If she wanted her weird silver ghost thing to be effective that was probably the only thing she could do.

Margrave reassured he would be willing to fill any role and, Dean, unwilling to be usurped, said his piece as well. "You know I'm up for anything. Distraction, meat shield, I could take down the goons or rescue the hostages. Whatever you need Sonar." Sonar then laid out the plan. Sonar, Epsilon, and Dean himself would lead Assault team A. Dean's secondary goal was to block the exit, but he was also supposed to be taking out their main forces, and would rescue any hostages if possible.

Messiah and Margrave would be Team B, striking from behind when or if Eyeblight's forces attempted to charge through the silver projection. While Messiah would be the one doing most of the incapacitating while Margrave would play defense. But then something of a realization hit Dean. After Sonar asked if the plan was cool, Dean cut in. "Wait, I know Margrave's power doesn't affect flesh, but when Eyeblight is wheat or whatever, can Margrave turn him into a toy? That would be really useful, that'd probably limit his mobility even more actually. If so, congratulations Mar, you might be useful for once."
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