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@Skinner35@Oraculum@CanisMajoris2
Feel free to post, since there's no danger, there's currently no set post order.
@solokolos As I posited in the chat, my idea is a hero team that isn't super duper heroic. They subsist on donations but REALLY want you to send in those donations. Maybe they do some advertising or streaming too? Basically a team that tries to get around the "if you take jobs for money you're going to be watched like a hawk" stuff that the PRT implements.
I may be making another character now that the limit's been lifted. Depends on how much time I have since life's picking up. As for what the third group would be like, I'd suggest some form of neutral mercenaries. A midway between the good of the Wards and the evil of the Jacks.
@BCTheEntity Do iiiiiiiiiiiiit.
Inside HPIS

Hallway & A bit of Cell Block L-1

Poncho struggled fruitlessly against the muscled man holding him captive. For a second he considered trying to strike before gazing up at the behemoth and seconding guessing himself. At the proposition the demon sneered, but as he was put down, did as told. His shouts began to fill the room, attempting to calm the rioters.

While this was happening, Nefas was being beset upon again. First, the knight of light slammed a flaming shield into his knees, forcing him into a stumble where Old N caught him off guard. This forced him onto one knee, the bullets being fired from Grog grazing his head and causing it to bleed just a bit. The coup de gras came from Deprave, who stepped up and swung his mighty blade down, cracking open Nefas's skull and carving through some grey matter. Nefas slumped over on the blade and his eyes closed themselves. It seemed he was down for the count.

The prisoners began cheering. Long live the king, the king is dead and all that. While some immediately ran to the exit, Poncho blocked the exit and began corralling and calming down the masses, as per Deprave's polite suggestion. Although he did have to punch some of them out, the vast majority seemed to be pretty hype about the whole thing. Mob mentality was running wild, as was adrenaline. As soon as Betty arrived, the group was free to go.

Near Betty's Cell

As the lock clicked open and Kritch swung the door open, the two would be greeted by a 4 foot tall green reptilian demon, dressed in a small shirt and a skirt. She bombastically stepped out into the hall before taking a look around at the rebels that freed her and frowning. "I was expecting someone a bit more heroic, and less dirty and uh..." Gazing down at the the smoldering corpse of the head guard. "Jeez, was that really, like, a requirement? He was nice. Gave me a drink sometimes."

"Well, whatever, we need to get out of here?" She asked, looking between the two men. At that moment, Barkeep cut in. "Weaver is on her way, should be there in about 30 seconds or a minute. Make sure Betty doesn't get hurt." Betty nodded at this, seemingly knowing who this person was. She began lackadaisical trekking down the hall towards the entrance to the prison.
Dean: PRT HQ

Dean nodded and followed his now superior, a bit confused and worried at her sudden formalities. She was always friendly and agreeable to a fault, this sudden lack of casualness didn't bode well. Could the pressures of leadership already be getting to here? No obviously it was Sonar's head trauma. Which Dean had created. Was he about to get chewed out by her? Kicked off the team, even? Walking seemingly aimlessly around the building, being guided by Alessa, Dean's thoughts began to wander to darker and darker places. Luckily, finally reaching their destination snapped Dean out of his downward spiral.

Dean sat next to his ally, as motioned, and cringed internally at her sentence, walking around the issue, he was done for...

"-yes, I'm considering you for the role of second-in-command"

Dean was befuddled for a slight second, before giving a sigh of relief. He was so wrapped up in his own head he had failed to realize the position of co-captain was needing to be filled. Listening to Alessa's points, he found himself agreeing on all her thoughts on the others, but disagreed about with how she saw him. If he had been more 'reckless' Sonar would have been fine. But still, he wasn't going to press the issue.

"No, I don't have any particular thoughts on myself or others, how they relate to leadership positions anyways. I did have a thought while you were going over your reasoning though, with Elliot and Ira. Any inventions she makes that don't need to be on a person at all times could easily be carried by him, in toy form. That way more equipment can be carried at once, if we're out in the field or something like that... Oh, I didn't bother agreeing to being second in command yet, did I? Sorry about that, yes, I'd be happy to take up the position." Dean rambled. After this, assumably, the two would introduce the team to his new position after this.
Martyr: Streets of Denver ==> Dean: PRT HQ

Dean couldn't help but stand there, simply staring at Sonar and the blood slowly leaking from his head. Why had he let his guard down so quickly? There was this guilt weighing down on him for his uselessness, and a heat in his cheeks. Ashamed, he simply watched the EMTs carry Sonar off, and followed the rest of his team to the conference room without a word.

Taking his seat, not beside Sonar anymore but by Messiah, Dean felt like he wasn't in control. Kens first point on the agenda after their leader's near death was to take him down a few pegs. Along with Inkscape's defense of Sonar, Dean made a snappy little comment that, thank god, Director Kens didn't hear or at the least acknowledge. It did little to make him feel better but it was something. No snap was made, however when Decoy revealed that no new helmet would be coming. Sonar possessed the only one in the world; The PRT would need to find someone completely different to make a helmet and that just wasn't in the cards. He would never truly recover, being at the best in a permanent coma.

Dean's inaction hadn't just hurt Sonar. He ruined his life.

He could have been a little too cheerful sometimes. He was a superior that was younger than him. But he was good at his job, and one of the nicest guys Dean knew. And he ruined him. Again the shame and guilt returned full force. Bile began rising up from his throat too, remembering what Sonar looked like with his skull crushed into the pavement, orifices leaking blood and brains. He swallowed it back down not to make a scene, instead settling for resting his head in his hands and grimacing.

The rest of the conversation, or more accurately speech, flew by. Messiah was to take up Sonar's place, since she was second in command, and she needed to pick someone else to replace her position. Dean had always been just a tiny bit sour on his position in the team but now he was sure he deserved it. As Tulpa, Elliot, and Alessa all walked out one after another, Dean followed, assumably to be followed by Ira. Alessa was waiting for him just outside the room, it seemed. "Hey, Alessa. Did you need anything that I could help out with?" He asked, eager to be in control, and of use to someone.



Lovecraft: Highway Robbery

After last night's show and tell, The Jacks all gathered at the spot where their first jobs was to go down. Interstate 25, not technically in Denver but close. Along this highway there was to be a prison transport passing through. In one of the vehicles was their target, a new friend named Gamble. From what Lovely understood, the less likely an action was to succeed, the more likely Gamble was to succeed at it. A person who the universe bent over so willingly for would certainly be a great asset.

Lovely knew nothing of strategy though, they were a scientist first, so they'd leave the strategizing to Headhunter. Still, advice never hurt, right? "Ah, Little Soldier Man, I believe that hill over there would be a good vantage point." Lovely suggested, pointing to the hill that overlooked the area they were scoping out. "Of course, that's a simple suggestion. Anything you require me to do? You know I'd do anything.~"
As I mentioned over Skype, I'm aiming for getting a post out Saturday.
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