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The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

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The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

((Part 1 of a Collab Post between Kalas, Letter Bee, and WatermelonTango))

18:23pm Walt Disney Concert Hall, Downtown, Los Angeles

Finding the Mayor was easy. All Aster had to do was follow the trail of guards, who he routinely dispatched one-by-one. He also made sure to convert their corpses into hard-light matter, which he then used to replenish the energy expended whilst creating his earlier explosive lance. He eventually came to a small room, no bigger than your average dining room. Inside he found the Johanssen family, protected by a single guardsmen. The guard fired shots at him as soon as they realized that Aster wasn't a guard but he was far too slow to prevent him from converting the bullets into hard-light and turning them on the shooter. The Mayor himself had cowered as his head of security perished, whilst his wife shielded her children's eyes to the slaughter.

"What the hell are you?!" The Mayor yelled, clearly distraught at the events that had taken place.

"Come now, Mr. Mayor. I think we both know the answer to that question." Aster replied coolly, he was beginning to enjoy the maleficent persona he had created for himself.

"W-Well, what do you want then?" He asked, still staring back and forth between the body and Aster.

"I think you know that one too. Mr. Mayor, you're coming with me." With that, his wife and kids began to shout their protests. Even the Mayor took up a defensive stance. Aster, however, remained still. There's an easy way to deal with this. He raised his right hand and pointed it towards the recently deceased guard. He was simply a corpse now, which meant he could be converted. It took less than a minute, but by the time he was done, the body looked like a frosted glass mannequin. The Johanssen family were in visible shock. The Mayor looked on in disgust whilst his two children only wailed in their mother's arms.

"How about we make a deal?" Aster said, before asserting control over the converted corpse. He forced it to move, as if the man had just been revived from the dead. The corpse sat up, resulting in more screams and the Mayor moving his family to the other side of the room. But it was no use. There was only one exit to this room and Aster currently stood in front of it. He made the guard stand up, it's movements precise and robotic. He then controlled it so that the corpse began walking towards the terror-stricken family. With his left hand, Aster generated more hard-light from random objects that made up the room. He contorted the matter this time, bending and shaping it into something that resembled a rope. He then forced the construct to constrict itself around the Mayor, binding his arms at his side and his legs together. He had made sure to space the rope evenly surrounding the man's body so that he could move him away from his loved ones. All the while, he kept the corpse moving slowly towards the wife and kids.

"S-S-Stop this! What are you doing?! Are you insane?!" The Mayor struggled against his binds but he couldn't over come them.

"That corpse has enough hard-light mass to be able to bludgeon your family to death, Mr Mayor. You have a choice to make. One choice will save the lives of your wife and kids, the other...well, you'll have a front row seat." The three of them were in hysterics by now, screaming and desperately trying to scramble away from the on coming corpse. Aster quickly constructed a cage-like barrier to prevent their escape.

"You don't have to do this, we can work some thing out!" Pleaded the Mayor, desperately fighting against his restraints.

"That's what I'm trying to do already, Mr. Mayor. Either you come with me now, or you watch your family die. It's a simple choice to make." Aster forced the corpse to move faster now, causing the Mayor to call out to his family. His wife had practically frozen in despair, her kids were trying to break the barrier that held them. The corpse had reached the cage by now and began to raise a clenched fist. More screams and cries filled the room, but none of it phased Aster. After bringing the guard's fist up above his head, he was just about to swing down when the Mayor cried out.

"ALRIGHT!" He yelled. "I'll do it. I'll come with you. J-Just let my family go! Please!" Tears streaked down his face, his breathing was heavily laboured and he'd stopped fighting against the rope construct.

"Excellent." It was all he said before dispelling all of his hard-light constructs. The Mayor collapsed to the ground, physically exhausted. His wife had broken down into a fit of uncontrolled bawling. Her children huddled around their mother, equally as distraught. Aster strode over to where the Mayor was lying unconscious on the floor and grabbed his arm to pull him up over his shoulder. "Time to go."

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This was a disaster. She was tracking a madman, a person who was cold and ruthless and had already taken the lives of hundreds of people since she first laid eyes on him. The only thing Pam had going for her was that this man was easy to track, what with all of the blood stains. The thing that really creeped her out was the lack of bodies. What would you need to do to a human body to make it disappear like that? The more she went the more and more inadequate she felt, but she couldn't turn back. Not now. She followed the trail to an open doorway, and it was then that she finally got her first good look at him. She lifted her gun, but it was only then that she noticed the family in the corner and the unconscious man over the meta's shoulders. This couldn't have ended worse.

"Freeze! Hands where I can see them!" Pam cried as she had the gun pointed to his back. If this guy didn't have hostages the bullets would have already left the barrel, but it was clear that the situation just got a lot more complicated.

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Archmage MC said
Thanks. Anyone else got smash bros?

I used to play Melee and Brawl all the time. But I haven't touched my Wii in ages.

@Potato

In case you didn't see, I PMed you last night ^^

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AcerRo said
Will he manage a way to get my erupted foot outta his ass?

Probably teleport away maybe :P Haha! He's been hiding from the Mafia for a few years now and even managed to keep tabs on them by working as a mercenary, without them finding out who he is. I'd say he's pretty resourceful when it comes to flying under the radar.

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Haha! I'm sure he'll manage to figure it out somehow. Besides he's only doing his job. Look at how everyone suddenly forgot about the TV Guy :P

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

Hey guys, I'm just about to get started on another post. I'm planning on having Aster kidnap the Mayor and escort him to the Mayor's Office. (Reasons for this will be revealed later) I just wanted to know if anyone explicitly wanted their character to make contact with Aster whilst he is escaping with the Mayor in tow. It wouldn't be much of an altercation a few lines here and there, possibly Aster threatening to make another explosion, followed by his eventual escape. It'd be more of a character building/meet-the-bad-guy type of thing, but yeah, just let me know if you want something like that to go down :)

Also, Potato, I've PMed you. ^^

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

17:46pm Walt Disney Concert Hall, Downtown, Los Angeles

Aster had arrived at the designated area early, he wanted to scout it out first. He'd always come to a job prepared and this time would be no different. He'd need to find a vantage point, somewhere where he could get a lay of the land, so to speak. The crossroads at 2nd Street was packed full of protesters, all of them shouting various chants and jibes against the existence of Meta's. If he was affected by it, Aster didn't show it. To him, this was just another payday. He had chosen to ride here on his Ducati, it was quicker when navigating the torn up streets. Downtown looked as if it had taken the brunt of the damaged caused by the riots, he guessed that was because this is where the most people were. Hence why The Voice wanted him to stage the attack here. "He obviously has more of a hand in this than just an instigator." Aster thought. He'd need to tread carefully when dealing with this man.

He started up his bike again, having stopped away from the main crowd half way down Grand Avenue. Opposite the Concert Hall was a car park, no doubt abandoned during the riots. It'd be the perfect place for him to teleport from to reach the roof of the Concert Hall that everyone had gathered in front of. After a little research online, Aster had found out that this is where the Mayor was holed up. He'd been watching a performance with his wife and kids when the rioting began. Now there was a considerable police presence surrounding the building. Given that the Government had yet to take charge of the situation in L.A. it was only natural that people would flock to the Mayor.

A dangerous idea played in his mind at that thought but he discarded it quickly. 'The Voice must know the Mayor would be here. And if he wanted him dead, the task would have said so. Stick to the plan, A.J.' With that, he began to ride up the road toward to crowd of protesters. Surprisingly enough, as he reached the main body, people began to move aside for him. Fortunately these people must have thought that riding a motorcycle was far too civilized for a Meta to do. Unfortunately, they would soon live to regret it. It took him longer to pass through the crowd than he'd expected but he made it through alive and unscathed, even despite a few people waving various signs in front of him and such. Nobody suspected him to be anything more than he was, just a guy on a motorcycle.

After pulling into the abandoned car park and riding up to the top level, he parked his bike closest to the edge towards the Concert Hall. Scouring across the crowd, he could easily see that the number of people was growing. He looked at his watch, 17:56, it was nearly time. Standing back from the edge, he focused on a large triangular balcony that jutted out from the main structure. The perfect place to address the crowd before he struck. He closed his eyes and, in an instant, he was teleported to the balcony. He began walking towards the edge, checking his watch all the while, 17:57.

He continued walking, a slow pace, fully savoring the coming moments. The raucous from the crowd below becoming silent as he focused. "HEY! You're not supposed to be up here!" The sudden voice, broke him from his concentration. Aster spun on the spot, an armed police guard raised his weapon, one of the Mayor's men. "Step away from the edge! Do it now!"

"Or what, Officer? You'll shoot me?" The policeman looked confused at Aster's reply. "And how exactly will you do that..." Aster teleported mid-sentence, appearing behind the man and wrapping an arm around his neck. "...When you're dead?" He whispered, finishing the question by grabbing the back of the man's head with his free hand and twisting it quickly until his neck gave way with an audible Snap! The guard's body went limp, followed by the clattering sound of his rifle dropping to the floor. Aster looked at his watch a final time, 17:59.

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"Good evening Ladies & Gentlemen, I'm Janet Wilson, reporting live for the six o'clock news on Channel 5. I'm currently standing in front of the Walt Disney Concert Hall where an Anti-Metahuman Protest Rally has gathered to make their point well and truly heard. Earlier reports have confirmed that Mayor Irving Johansson and his family have been held up inside the Hall since the riots and protests against Metahumans began just days ago. Although there have been no signs of any major violence or discord, there is a heavy police presence to prevent any of the protesters from entering the building. Many people believe that the Mayor is the only man to turn to in these trying times, since there has been no official comment made from the President regarding the crisis here in Los Angeles."

The crowd had grown bigger, it was more than he'd expected. Aster could see the mob beginning to stretch down Grand Avenue. He took a final look at his watch, 18:00. It was time.

"What's this? There seems to be a figure emerging up on the balcony above. Has Mayor Johansson finally come to address the disgruntled people of Los Angeles? The crowd of people have begun directing their shouts towards him now, growing louder with each verse. Just what will the man everyone is looking towards say to calm this out-of-control situation?"

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The intensity of the crowd below surged to new heights, Aster could almost feel their chants reach him as he stood just behind corpse of the officer he'd just killed. He was holding him towards the edge, ready to let go. But it wasn't until the first bloodcurdling scream of realization sounded that he allowed the lifeless body to slump over the edge and slam into the hard concrete below. It hit the floor with a dull Thud followed by a stunned silence and then dozens of more screams. Both members of the crowd and the police flocked toward the body and, as they did so, Aster stepped forward.

"HUMANS!" He bellowed. The crowd went silent again, save for hushed whispers that spread amongst them quicker than wildfire. "Let this be the moment that you remember for all of time!" Aster raised his right arm above his head, his palm flat out towards the sky. He began to focus his energy, this one would be stronger than before. One of his super-charged lances, which he kept saved for special occasions. "Realize now that you Humans are an obsolete race! And that we, Metahumanity, are here to purge you from this world!" He spoke loud and clearly, pronouncing each word with full sincerity. The words and acts of a radicalist to spark all-out genocide. Maybe he should have charged The Voice more.

The light in his palm had grown so blinding that people below began airing their discomfort, more shouts, more jeers. The crowd grew more wild as they began to realize exactly who, and what, the man on the balcony was. Just a few more seconds and it would be ready. The police down below were mobilizing by now, radioing in to their colleagues inside the building about a rampant Meta standing on the balcony, addressing the crowd of protesters. Seconds passed until finally, the light faded and the lance hovered about an inch above his hand.

"It is with light that we must purge the darkness."

With a single movement, Aster launched the Hard-Light Spear into the masses below.

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Aster felt the explosion long before he could hear it. The sheer force of it threw him from the edge of the balcony and he fell to his back. Down below, he could only visualize the destruction. Hordes of people, dead. Hundreds of others scrambling for their lives, screaming and wailing. Blood, gore and viscera mixed amongst the shattered remains of the ground below, which was now a sizable crater. Humans were weak things, not like Metas. If there were any Metas in the crowd, it's likely they would have survived. Either through the use of their powers or just the enhanced durability merely from being Metahuman. No doubt, though, that they wouldn't look kindly towards his actions today. Hell, if it weren't for the fact that he didn't care about being a Meta, he probably would have felt the same way. But as it was, Aster cared only for himself.

Shouts from behind alerted him to the unit of policemen that had been sent to retrieve him before the explosion. Aster rose to his feet. The men stopped dead as they witnessed the chaos and destruction caused by the blast. They were covered in dust and cuts. The force of the explosion had caved in half of the Concert Hall's front entrance. Aster moved quickly, diving forward, before teleporting in front of the closest guard. The others were shooting by now, at the spot where he stood seconds before. Aster snapped a front kick straight into the policeman's chest, forcing his foot deep into the man's abdomen, barreling him to the floor. He spun to the left, swinging his right fist as he did so. Another flash and Aster had ported again. This time, as he emerged, he completed the swing of his fist, driving it into the neck of the next guard, who crumpled to the ground. The deafening bark of his gun suddenly falling silent.

Aster felt the presence of the third man behind him. The lack of gunfire meant that he was close, probably winding up for a strike with his rifle. He reacted instantly, whipping his leg out behind him to land on his assailant's knee-joint. The momentum of the guard multiplied by his own weight and the force of Aster's attack, caused the joint to fail completely. The man fell with a half-stifled yelp. Aster turned to address him. The guard still held on to his rifle and was now aiming it at him. Aster smiled. "You Humans and your guns." He held a hand out towards to barrel of the weapon, which then began to change from it's normally black, metallic state to a white, frosted one, made of Hard-Light. The guard attempted to pull the trigger but only succeeded in snapping it off. "You never did learn to evolve." He quickly grabbed the barrel, breaking it off, then plunged it deep into the guard's throat. Crimson liquid spewed from the wound as the dying man gurgled his last few breaths. He then fell silent.

Aster stood and reached into his pocket for the PDA left to him by The Voice. A few taps of the screen and his message of completion was sent. The device immediately vibrated. An incoming call from an unknown number. He answered it.

"Elegantly done, Mr. Javian." Came The Voice.

"I take it you were watching, then?" Aster asked.

"And miss your award-winning theatrics? Tell me, did you actually believe anything that you said back there?"

"The only thing I believe in is money. You paid me to do a job, I got it done. Now, is that all or do you further require my services?"

"Oh no, Mr. Javian, we're merely getting started. Your next task will be to go after the Mayor. He must not be harmed. Once you have him in your custody, bring him to 14410 Sylvan St. I expect you there by 21:00pm. You will be paid on arrival."

The call clicked off, The Voice was gone. Aster looked around, wails and cries could still be heard from the chaos below. Sirens could also be heard, it was time to move. As he was walking toward the doors that lead into the building, the first guard he'd knocked down let out a guttural cough, followed by a groan of pain. Blood trickled from his mouth. His kick had likely cracked the man's sternum, possibly punctured a lung. It would be a slow, painful death for him. The humane thing to do would be to put him out of his misery, or even call for aide. But Aster merely walked on, leaving the man to his creeping fate.

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Well I guess turning up late to the party is better than not turning up at all. :D

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

Just letting you guys know, that I'm nearly finished with Aster's attack on the Anti-Meta Rally.

Let me know if you want me to hold off from posting, so that you can post first.