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ArcRift

The Chosen Hunter

The rather tall blue skinned man could only shrug at the very mentioning of the individual who done this being a clown… in all honesty, he thought it would fit, considering that if the one who shot them down owned the circus in town nearby, they may as well be a clown. Or a clown figuratively… who cares what they are. At least the one who did it was gonna provide ‘plenty’ of entertainment for the time being they are here until ole Lex comes back. And he clearly wanted to do something instead of staying here bored out of his mind… maybe he could find some way to entertain himself during the wait if they do stay.

But at least they have some sense of humor, mostly giving a smirk at what Reimu had said. Off to a good start already… and mighty confident judging by the way they are speaking. Let’s see if they had the skill to backup those claims, they already look ‘prepared’ at the very least with the way they were carrying themselves. Only putting one of his hands towards his chin as he stared at the weapon, he responded with “Flashy, eh? Can certainly say that Gun is a far bigger weapon than any of those cannons I’ve seen Grenadiers wield before… although, not my style. Much rather prefer taking things from afar… makes it so much worth it seeing the look of shock my opponent’s have as one of their comrade’s heads suddenly disappear. But there is no harm with going in loud with a big boom. the Chosen Hunter finished… mostly poking at the very fact of his preferred style of combat, but they’ll come in handy as acting as ‘distractions’ for him so that he could snipe from afar in safety.

Although the next line said by the cannon wielder did make him laugh and put his arms down. They are certainly far better than any of the Elder’s forces, considering the others weren’t one for conversation and banter. At least they made good target practice every once in a while. He did enjoy a good challenge, and with the large cannon wielding girl talking about ‘showing them the ropes’ along with the pistol wielding girl responding in kind, well, why not give them a little challenge. Merely raising one of his left arms… a purple sort of aura seemed to glow from it, as the Hunter said “A free show on the house? How tempting, but I can’t let you hog all the fun when there is clearly enough to pass around the room. We do have our own neat tricks after all. But how about this… a little competition you will, something you will find far within your capabilities. A game of numbers of you will… who can bag the most eliminations coming up soon. the Hunter said, the energy dissipating from his hand as he went ahead to remove his magnetic sniper rifle, Darklance, from his back. “Regular thugs are worth 1 point… big stronger ones are 3, and if one manages to get the one running the show here, 10 points! Sound easy enough to follow? and now the Hunter has given his challenge, a smirk forming on his face as he went ahead to see if they would accept the challenge. What’s wrong with a little competitive actions between the three of them… it makes the whole thing more fun when there is a clear goal in mind!

But turning to face the new voice that joined the conversation, the Hunter raised a brow at the man with a bat who got shocked earlier within that glass cage walking up towards them. Awww, he wanted to be the big boy and joke around too? How adorable. Merely chuckling out loud as he approached the bat wielding Negan, crouching down a few feet away as to be face to face with him (considering his height of 9 feet… it was a rather great distance to travel) and decided to play along with his sentences. ”Whats wrong bat-jack, afraid they will get all the targets before you can even touch a single one with that bat of yours? After all, k don’t think a little stick with some metal bite sticking out of it makes a good option if someone is more than 5 feet away from you. But if you like, how about you join in the little competition as well, just to see if you can beat these two and prove your point.” the Man finished as he maintained his crouching, awaiting an response from Negan mostly.

@megar @phi @Thatguyinastore

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The Chosen Hunter

Well… with no other way to go on from here, the Hunter decided to join the others within the aircraft. After all, he doesn’t have any of these ‘comic book’ flight or whatever the hell is causing some of the individuals here to fly around without any use of an airship. Ah… looks like there is gonna be a lot of ‘things’ to keep him entertained away from home… after all, what else could he ask for? Getting sent to another world, outside the reach of those crippled psionic junkies who think highly of themselves, free to hunt he he wanted, lots of potential targets, and especially the main goal of this current hunt, some superpowered man who clearly needed a bully shot between their skull. Reminded him a bit of himself, especially during those resistance haven raids he performs on the daily. Oh well, not like he was gonna out himself out as someone who does murder for fun.

While taking his seat within the aircraft and now spending the time inspecting his rifle, mostly as a pastime to distract himself as they attempted to chase after that super powered junkie… his head rose in attention at the announcement. Aww… he was just getting excited over bagging something as powerful as that man, what a shame, oh well, it’s not as if he needed the sleep anyway… he often stays awake far longer than regular human beings need to. But he didn’t get to think more as the alarms blared within the aircraft. Well, it looks like the entertainment was coming right to them.

Now, he wasn’t afraid of whether or not things was gonna crash… he had survived far worse, although he just whistled a bit louder now over the sound of the alarms and continued to check his rifle. It was when the aircraft started to soar downwards, that the Hunter was a bit grateful he put on his seatbelt as he would have been sent flying across the cockpit of the aircraft. Oh well, may as well brace for impact… as the Hunter cradled the rifle in his hand, keeping it close to him as to ensure it wouldn’t fall out of his grasp when the aircraft lands.

And that’s when he woke up… and well, it appears like everything was fine for the most part. Got a couple cuts and bruises, but those can heal rather quickly with little problem due to his regeneration. And so, removing his seatbelt, the 9 feet tall blue skinned man merely exited the aircraft, looking around his newfound environment. Looks like the circus is in town, let’s say whoever the one who sent those missiles as also the one who owns this place… or they landed nearby to an abandoned carnival. Eh, not the first time he landed somewhere he didn’t intend to. And so, placing the rifle onto his back, he was actually rather calm for the most part. I’m fact, he was excited at such a thing. More opportunities to bag some kills after all… and the great part is that no one will care! Who cares about some life of a twobit thug after all. Merely turning to Joel, he said “Been through far worse than this… now, you reckon we go to the obvious trap in front of us or does someone here have any other ideas.” the Hunter mentioned, his wounds already gone as he took a more closer look around his surroundings.

What did catch his attention was a pair of two stranger girls nearby, one of them asking for an explanation. Only giving a chuckle, he approached the two and said “Well… we were supposed to be returning back to Lex’s place to crash for the night after failing to hunt some superpowered freak going around and destroying everything, but then some clown decided to send missiles to shoot down our aircraft and land us right in front of some circus reject. As the Hunter pointed behind him towards the aircraft… then continuing “Although, I haven’t seen you in the aircraft before… so my guess is as good as yours as to how you got here specifically… maybe you got unlucky, heh.

Although he did take notice of the other individual, mostly taking a look at their weapon, and responding with a whistle, he said “A rather large gun you have there… shouldn’t little girls like you not be carrying around that kind of fire power? Not like I’m complaining… as for ‘help’, well, we are capable of handling ourselves, thank you so much. Maybe you guys should let the professionals handle this… he said in a joking manner, mostly to respond in turn with banter.

@megar @phi [@Thatguyinthestore]

ArcRift

The Chosen Hunter

In the coming moments after ensnaring his ‘foe’ within his grappling hook, he could only fly by rather quickly… with the annoying dog bite such as having a burnt grappling hook that was regenerating after returning to its spot, long haired ‘person’ thinking everyone can be saved, Pah, as if they were. Maybe he could make fun of them more by killing even more people in their path, preferably ones that his allies wouldn’t mind seeing anymore. Now that was surely to get a rise out of them.

Other notable moments was everyone preparing to breach a goddamn closest, some lightbulb headed man jumping out of said closet and attempting to wack someone on the head. A comical moment as the Hunter watched and laughed from the sidelines as he let the others do all the work for him. He didn’t even need to lift a single finger… so, what better way to spend things now and waste some time, not like he couldn’t just teleport away if the building were to burn down.

That was the original idea, at least, until a series of explosions nearby knocked him out of his relaxed state, causing the Hunter to raise a brow from the mayhem as he grabbed Darklance from his back, and prepared for anything that may be arriving yet. And it appears some man wearing a jetpack based powered suit that looked like something Xcom would create if they had the kind to put forth the task, came right on over their way. Now this was getting interesting all over again, as the Hunter gave off his signature smirk, watching as the armored man grabbed the poor thug they were interrogating before throwing them out a window and setting them on fire.

Place your bets on who it can be people… they can both fly and shoot fire. Honestly, this might have been the most stupid move they could have done at this very second, as while the Chosen himself was… rather flammable to begin with, he was sure his allies and the possibility of there being some fire proof ones amongst their group would surely render the fires useless against them. Oh well, may as well see what kind of excitement he can get out of this, as he quickly manuvered to one of the windows, still holding Darklance in his hands.

Let’s see how well Firefly can do once they don’t have air superiority anymore… as the Hunter slowly aimed his rifle, peering a few seconds ahead into the future, guiding his weapon to where Firefly shall move next, before saying a small phrase to himself.

“Gotcha…”



And as the bolts from the Mandalorian flew through the air, if Firefly were to make his obvious move of attempting to dodge it, well, there would have been a magnetically enhanced bullet heading his way, the trail of red and black smoke being let off by the bullet as it went straight ahead towards one of his Jet engines, seeking to destroying it and leaving Firefly with one less engine now. Now, let’s see where thing shall go from here… the Hunter thought to himself.

@Thatguyinastore @Anyone else nearby

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The Chosen Hunter

Well, the Chosen would have went ahead, and continued with his day, until he heard the word’s coming from Ultron, stopping him in his tracks. Hmm… you know, this man does bring up such a point. Why would they be stupid enough to even be in a environment that was bound to bring disadvantages to their fighting style, especially if they were called the ‘Firefly’ of all people. Of course, he wouldn’t start automatically assuming things completely, after all, there are some people who just use such names as codenames or something relating to what they do, and doesn’t completely fit what their name is. But, for now, he’ll accept this fact with a ‘hint of salt’, especially with the thought of this man at the very least, being competent enough to stay out of his own act of terrorizing this poor, helpless city, and well, if they weren’t, then he is sure to claim his head the same like the others he’ll come across in the future.

And that was until a certain yell has caught his attention, straight from behind. Turning around to face the strange and unknown voice in the room that didn’t fit any other individual’s voices he had heard so far, the Hunter could only widen his eyes in surprise, as the new arrival from before was charging straight towards him. And from what he can tell in his heightened reaction timing, they were wielding a very blade of the ‘Templars’, he recognize that familiar shape and the way it was forming out of their hand. Then again, it didn’t appear to be created by one of their ‘gauntlets’ like the Templars normally would, but no time to dwell upon that, the fact still remains the same, and unless he wants to end up getting a new scar across the chest just like when facing the Templars as well, then he needs to take evasive maneuvers.

Luckily for him, it appears his opponent was at the very least, looked all the much distracted… perhaps it was his recent killing that did so. Heh, well, he’ll take advantage of things such as this anyday. From his own perspective, time seem to have slowed (although, in reality, nothing to time has occurred), as he made his move, quickly going into a leap, he made his jump straight over Nahobino themself, manuerving his body when needed to avoid the blade touching his body. Time went ahead normally within his perspective, as he watched what was a close call heading towards him. But he wasn’t done yet, oh no, he wasn’t gonna let them get another chance at getting a slice at him, especially without him at the very least being in the advantage here. So, raising his left wrist, the Chosen did a small flick of the arm, as the grappling hook came forth from the device on the top of his left arm, moving ahead to quickly wrap up his ‘opponent’s’ legs if they weren’t quickly enough on the draw.

If successful, the Hunter would merely used his enhanced strength to pull on the grapple hook, and make Nahobino tumble straight down onto the floor. Well, that was much needed excitement for the day, but he much rather prefer not being the one on the receiving end of the attack. He could gone ahead and shot the person, but they initially didn’t seem hostile, only after commuting the deed of wiping out that thug from the face of the planet, but he was pretty sure his ’comrades’ wouldn’t enjoy the sight of that either. Best not to anger the whole room filled with superpowered junkies after all. The Hunter. Oils only stare down at Nahobino, a smirk rising on his face, as he said out loud in return “Well, rather quick to the draw, aren’t we. But I do suppose you ‘hero’ types much rather ‘curbstomp this villain into next week, think later’ sort of deals. But neat little attack you have there, but here’s a little tip for the future. Never go through with an attack unless you are sure you can land it, after all, every little hit matters, doesn’t it?

Now, onto ‘defusing’ the situation, because he much rather not deal with this for much longer. “Now, onto the real matter at hand. You only went after me because I ‘killed that man without any hesitation’, am I correct? I’ll just assume it as such… now, I don’t know about where you have been 5 minutes ago, probably playing ‘Princess’ with the lizard of yours. But, this man here along with the ones being escorted out have been causing a little trouble to my teammates here, blowing up the very tower we stand in, taking hostages within the very building, and even opening fire on us. The man I just murdered? He was nothing more but another pathetic excuse for a hireling, even going ahead just to kill his own comrades in cold-blood just to get a kill against my teammates. The only difference was the very fact that you couldn’t see it, yet, here you are, assuming things right off the bat, how cute. I’m sure my other ‘buddies’ here can confirm the very words I’m saying right now… and with that, the Hunter had finished his rather wordy speech, looking towards his ‘buddies’ for confirmation of the information he had provided the ‘target’ with. He just wants to get this done with already, there are far more interesting things to watch and perform… and well, he intends on doing them, most preferably without a goody-two shoes attempting to stop him from having fun.

@MorgueofCrowz @QizPizza @SomeMekBoy @TheElenaFisher @Thatguyinastore @KageBaka @Crow @FactionGuerilla @ClownTown @Yamperzzz @BoltBeam @XeroUltra

ArcRift

The Chosen Hunter

Ah… information, something he so clearly craved for in this situation. And information he shall receive, as the recent pieces of information and memories rushed into his own head, the Hunter quickly organized and chose which ones he wanted to see. So he definitely ignored things like this man having a pet golden retriever or a wife and two kids, and doing this job as a veteran of the U.S. Military, eh, not useful unless he wanted to blackmail this man, but he wasn’t even worth as much to the Hunter. May as well be an ant at this point.

But here’s the money, who this man was working for. And, ah, it appears they weren’t working for Superman, who would’ve thought. Apparently, the man was working for someone called ‘Firefly’… hmm, not a name he knows. Perhaps he can ask the MEC to- And that’s when ‘elephant’ of the room made its entrance, and what better way to make a entrance by having a large dragon of all creature tore open the roof, and down came the man controlling it. Well, this person certainly was one for flashy entrances, suppose that collateral damage wasn’t on their mind today.

And as the small pieces of rubble bounced off his armor, the Hunter could only give a smirk at this newcomer. Although, it looks like they scared the thug he was interrogating to death… oh well, not like he needed them to be conscious or even alive to perform his ‘interrogation’, but it makes it far more easier to collect information from than a individual who was missing half a skull. No need to cry over spilt milk, as the Hunter gotten back to his full height, the 9’2’ Chosen looking down at Nahobino, before saying “You certainly are one to make a ‘quick’ entrance a rather flashy one, especially riding on the back of a oversized winged lizard now. But, if your plan was to accidentally crush the individuals you were attempting to reach, then you surely have almost completed that goal. But I suppose you wouldn’t care much for a few crushed people you never met before in your life.”

The Hunter finished, as he focused his sight once more to the comical scene of the spandix wearing man, attempting to slap the unconscious thug away, as if physicsl tramua would make them move. Only giving a small roll of his eyes, the Chosen grabbed the Darkclaw revolver with his left hand from the hip, giving the revolver a spin as he approached the sight. Only giving a small whistle, he didn’t even wait for Spider-Man to look at him before saying out loud “You know, I already got the information we need. If you didn’t see me ‘interrogating’ the man earlier. But, go ahead, continue slapping the man, let’s see how far you go-“ and it wasn’t long, before the Hunter raised his revolver, and fired a plasma fueled shot into the skull of the thug, surely ending the man’s life, and then saying “-Oops… well, it looks like you wouldn’t be spending the rest of your days attempting to wake up the man. Heh, now, that I have your attention.”

And with that, the Hunter then turned to face everyone here, acknowledging their presence and then saying “Before this man’s diagnosis of ‘permanent’ brain damage, I got some information out of him. Apparently, Superman wasn’t even involved in this, much less, relate to everything here. However, I do know that this man works for someone called ‘Firefly’, yeah, real menacing name, I know. That does mean that either, A) Firefly is somewhere in this very building, on the lower floors running the whole fireworks show here, or B) was the one who sent his little goons to do the job here. Nonetheless, waiting here wouldn’t be beneficial to our time.” The Hunter said, before turning to face and pointing at Ultron “You there, MEC, Lex did mention earlier that you were capable of accessing the ‘internet’ around here. Suppose you should start devoting your time to figuring out anything about this ‘Firefly’, if there’s any information about them out here. Any little tip would be appreciated.” The Hunter gave a smile towards Ultron. In all honesty, he wouldn’t have to go out of his way, and ask other people to give him ‘aid’ in such a thing, but due to being in a situation that cannot allow for such, may as well get every opportunity he can get.

“Now, if you wanna continue standing around, gasping at every little single thing that happens-“ although, he was interrupted with the sudden appearance of Bardock, only giving an amuse brow of acknowledgement, before continuing “as I was saying. I’m gonna start heading down to the lower floors and start hunting down anything else down below, if you wanna come join in on the fun, then do come with.” As the Hunter made his way to the staircase, slouching as he went through the stairway (and staying out of the way of Ciri) as he calmly made his way down. Huh, well it appears like he may have been a bit too calm for all this happening, but hey, he honestly could care less about wheter or not he should stop and think about what has happened. Far more easier on the mind.

@MorgueofCrowz @QizPizza @SomeMekBoy @TheElenaFisher @Thatguyinastore @KageBaka @Crow @FactionGuerilla @ClownTown @Yamperzzz @BoltBeam @XeroUltra

ArcRift

The Chosen Hunter

Heh, well, it looks like the job here was practically over. Watching over from his piece of cover, a random wall of a cubicle, the blue skinned man watched as the remainder of the two got a shocking experience from the man who just jumped into the room, and set them within restraints, perfect for a little interrogation now. Other notable things was the smell of burnt flesh coming from the air, as a armored man came over, threatening to ‘give this man a makeover’ with a axe that looks like it should be in a museum instead. As well as the woman who looked like she belonged in a museum, especially with that gear and set-up she is wearing. And finally, a red glowing robot coming in with similar looking blue glowing ones, far more ‘human’ looking than every other MEC he has seen before, although, that isn’t saying much with the lack of skin adding more to its look.

The Hunter could only let off a small chuckle, as he walked out of his cover, standing back to his full height of 9’2’, the blue skinned Chosen slowly clapping as he walked towards what was basically a swarm of ants surrounding a crippled animal, waiting to tear it all into pieces for the information they want, other than the robot, who seemed as if money would get the man to speak now. It was a hilarious sight to see now. May as well show them why interrogation should just be thrown out of the window when the Professionals get involved.

Only giving a small grin towards his ‘allies’, the Chosen said “Not afraid of taking some lives… I like that. Makes the job all the more easier when we aren’t prancing around, knocking ‘every’ single person out we come across. Although, we gotta make do with what we have, I suppose. And I’m the plus-side, we got a prime candidate ready for some interrogation. the Chosen finally stopped clapping, as he covered the last couple of feet needed to reach the very unorganized ‘interrogation’ in front of him. Nearby crouching down to the masked man’s level, he could only glance at Ciri’s sword, before moving his right hand to gently nudge it out of his way.

“As much as you wanna go about, ready to rip this man apart looking for some information like beasts, or in the MEC’s case, influence them with money, I have a far easier solution to this problem. Just let me work my magic… and you’ll be seeing how I don’t even need to say a word to get the information I want. the Chosen finished, before turning to face the gas-masked man once more. With his right hand still raises, it then began to glow in a eerie purple foggy glow, before the Hunter quickly grasped onto the side of the man’s head, and well, things certainly started to go well, as he began to interrogate the man. The Chosen’s eyes were to glow purple, as well as the gas-masked man’s (which wasn’t as bright due to the lenses of the gas-mask dimming the glow) own eyes, as the Hunter pry deep into the man’s own head, siphoning useful and relevant information needed to them, without ever having the need to cut Mr. Pinky finger off. Although, this wasn’t a completely ‘harmless’ action either, as while it did no harm to the man’s physical state, it felt as if the man’s own brain was set on fire, and there would certainly be some screaming involved when something like that is involved, but mostly, no harm was done in the process.

@Crow @KageBaka @FactionGuerilla @TheElenaFisher @SomeMekBoy @Thatguyinastore @Yamperzzz @ClownTown @BoltBeam

ArcRift

The Chosen Hunter

Hmm, well, it appears like no one was taking up on his offer. Fortunate for him, he was more or less… ‘attempting’ to get on the good side of some others, just to make it far more easier to get the drop on them later once he finally gets out of this mess, especially once he figures out whether or not ole Lex will keep his end of the bargain or has proven to have removed the very thing stung into their necks. After all, having valuable assets such as them under his control would surely be something to not give up as easily, after all, the business types are always the ones not to throw away an opportunity Such as that.

Well, that was until his line of thought was interrupted by a certain short grey man with floating disembodied hands. Awfully ready for a fight now, heh, hopefully he’ll last long, because he certainly want a good chuckle out once he sees them and their ‘enthusiasm’ throw them into dire situations within combat now. Only giving a smirk in return, the Hunter said “Well, congratulations on your ‘first class ticket’ with the Chosen Teleportation services. Now, I would have made a joke relating to huddling like penguins, but it appears we have a surprising lack of people to perform the ‘jump’ with, oh well, always more chances in the future.” The Hunter finished, before walking towards the Nevadan, preparing to teleport onto the rooftop.

Although, a quick glance back towards the building, and he certainly caught something that would have been otherwise missed normally. Well, it looks like they weren’t waiting for something on that particular floor now, especially with the Nevadan’s words about ‘Goons’… so, that means that Supes wasn’t the one who did the explosion. Perhaps he should ask Luthor to get his facts right sometime before assuming things. Nonetheless, he could only grin at the very thought of claiming new information, especially that of this own world. Looking back towards the Nevadan, the man could only say. “Well, it appears we may have a little situation somewhere up there, and not the rooftop. I suppose you wouldn’t mind if we took a little ‘detour’ now to check it out, would you? Eh, I’m sure it’s fine anyway. the Hunter ended without getting a response first from the grey man, as he focused upon the particular floor he wants to ‘visit’, a purple aura beginning to glow around him, as well as the Nevadan due to the close proximity.

And now, with that out of the way, the Hunter could only say “oh, and make sure to keep all limbs- eh, hands and feet, along with equipment nearby, or else, risk having it either left behind or you missing a limb or two. Now, let’s get going… without much word, the purple glow intensified, before finally, a grand purple beam emerged from their spot of origin, soaring straight into the air, as the light on the ground disappeared, leaving no trace of the two who was were here a couple of seconds ago.

Some seconds later

Within the office space of the building, a particular scene was playing out. Especially that of familiarity, a hostage situation. Now, the Hunter wasn’t one to be going around rescuing the hostages now, usually, he was the one taking people hostage, kidnapping Xcom’s soldiers once they were weakened and putting them into high security prisons for interrogation. But, nonetheless, within the very office space the hostage situation was occurring with, a beam of purple light descended nearby, away from the line of fire from the hostage takers.

And who else was it that appeared into view?



What came out of the beam, other than the grey skinned Nevadan, Sanford, who was teleported up with him, there was the Hunter, caressing the Darklance sniper rifle within his arms, using his right arm to while some dust off of it. The ‘man’ merely gave a glance towards the gas-masked hostage takers, giving a grin off towards his ‘prey’, as he said “Right on Schedule-“



As the Hunter then aimed his rifle towards the group, as he continued with “-I appreciate that.” and now, the Hunter has joined the fray. Using the element of surprise with his arrival to fire off a quick shot towards one of the hostage takers, lining up the sights of his rifle, before-

Bang

And out came a highly lethal bullet fired straight from the magnetic rifle, the bullet speeding towards one of the chest of the Hostage Takers, seeking to punch a rather large hole into their body if they weren’t fast enough to dodge it, although, considering they may as well be fighting normal humans at this point, the chances of dodging this were awfully slim for the men out of cover. And without another word, the Hunter went ahead and straight into cover after firing his weapon, seeking to spot a chance to get another shot off them, if they weren’t gonna be taken out by his allies soon enough. He do ‘hope’ the Nevadan was quick enough to follow suit in dodging the eventual switching of aim by the Hostage Takers with his arrival, after all, he wouldn’t want to see them get turned to Swiss cheese too quickly now.

@Crow @KageBaka @FactionGuerilla @TheElenaFisher @SomeMekBoy @Thatguyinastore @Yamperzzz

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The Chosen Hunter

…well, the Hunter would have continued standing about, waiting for the action to finally start after all this time doing nothing, because honestly, this lack of actually doing something to begin hunting down this ‘Superman’ was a bit boring. Yadda yadda yadda, Bald man spoke about how ‘indestructible’ and ‘dangerous’ this man was, said some words that weren’t even menacing (at least to him) in the first place, but one thing that did caught his attention was this so called ‘Kryptonite’, heh, seems like this man wasn’t as invincible as they say. Unfortunately, Lex here didn’t have any left after a particular fight, and as such, relied on the aid of complete strangers to do what he couldn’t. Well, he couldn’t wait to prove this man wrong.

Although, he didn’t expect the very man they were gonna hunt for, to go on the offensive, and cause a ‘little’ property damage nearby. Heh, getting interesting already. Looks like there wasn’t more time to wait, and without much word, quickly made his way out of the building to go and deal with this man. After reaching outside, the Hunter merely brushed some of the civilians that got a bit to close, although, did little to stop this ‘Chosen’ from getting to his target destination. Aw, it looks like Superman had already set up the ‘welcoming party’ already for them. Can’t keep him waiting for too long now.

And looking around, it seems like his ‘comrades’ were already recklessly charging in, either to save some civilians from the fire, or to face the threat head on. Well, he couldn’t stop people from rushing into the burning building now… if they got stuck underneath a burning piece of rubble, that was just natural selection working at this point.

The Chosen Hunter then turned to face the others nearby, and well, what’s wrong with a lil ‘charity’ for the unfortunate ones unable to reach the rooftop as fast as they can. Saying out loud, the Hunter said with a grin “Well, it seems like ole Superman decided to throw a ‘welcoming party’ for us, how kind of him to do so. And it would be rather rude not to attend, so, might as well not keeping him waiting for much longer. Although, if you wanna play hero instead, and go and rescues the unfortunate souls in that building, be my guest, but if you wanna make sure that more lives wouldn’t be at risk of dying if we allow this ‘Superzero’ to continue rampaging around unless we hit him hard here and now, then I’ve got an idea. For those of you unfortunate enough to have a way up quickly enough the hunter said, with a small chuckle being put out as well before continuing. “I have a special little ability… allows me to ‘teleport’ around. Neat thing is that I can bring others with me along for the ride as well. Of course, can’t bring everyone now, but I can bring two of you with me, four if personal space isn’t your thing. Now, if you do want the quickest way up there, do approach now. Don’t worry, it’ll feel funny at first, but your organs would definitely be all in the right places. The Hunter finished, offering a chance up to the rooftop for anyone who wishes to do so.

[@anyone who is interested]

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The Chosen Hunter

Oh, it appears the little rat isn’t as primitive as he thought it out would be, ohoho, this will be all the more interesting now. Especially so after the rat has mentioned his… well, ‘less’ than human nature. An apparent side-effect of being transformed from a human to a ‘Chosen’ through the experiments the Elders had put him through, he would have hated such a thing even more, if it didn’t gave him so many new ways in order to combat. Especially in ways that he would otherwise wouldn’t have been able to do-so, not even in his entire lifetime. So it was a ‘fine’ investment in his part, other than the occasional nagging from the Elders to go do this, and go do that.

Only a smirk formed on his face, as he replied to his new ratty ‘friend’… saying out loud “Of course I am… I suppose it wasn’t obvious enough with the blue skin, sharp teeth, glowing purple eyes, and tall stature. Although, I suppose I am ‘half-human’ in that regard, but I was a former human nonetheless. The Hunter said, stopping somewhat as to hear more from the rat before responding. Ah, compensation, what he was gonna speak abo next, or rather, what he would now speak about. Only giving a small shrug, the ‘man’ responded with “Compensation must be rather great if we are facing against a seemingly ‘invincible’ individual, although, I bet that like any other person, he’s got a weakness to exploit. After all, no one is completely perfect. Let’s just see whether or not he is dumb enough to cover said weaknesses. Still, onto the topic of compensation once more, I suppose it would be rather grand, especially if it’s coming from someone who was capable of bringing us all from different places. After all, it would have cost some grand amount in order to get the materials needed. But I suppose the main part is if we manage to hunt this ‘big game’” The Hunter finished.

Now, while whether or not Luthor would actually give them something worth their time, but, staying here is already worth his time. So many choices of trophies to pick, and yet, if they were gonna be sent home immediately after claiming the head of this ‘Superman’, then he may as well find some way to get another prize. Perhaps a small talk with the man would suffice enough. The Hunter didn’t get to think much longer, as Dris went ahead to mention another human, with a ‘primitive phone’ of all things in their hands. Dhar-ll had forgotten that Advent had banned the usage of completely untracked and monitored devices for home use within the everyday lives of those ‘cattle’ in the cities. Wouldn’t want some misinformation being spread around causing painful after all.

The Hunter merely only gave a chuckle, before crouching back down to Dris’s level, pointing at Rindo’s phone and then saying “That thing he just used? It’s called a ‘smart phone’, although, clearly, it’s operated by a bunch of idiots back where I’m from. Doesn’t make them feel any smarter, only act like such. Nonetheless, the ‘Smart Phone’ is capable of taking ‘miniature art pieces’ with a simple snap of the button and a flash, in fact, he may as well be looking at a ‘image’ of you right now, sending it around for all his friends to see.” the Hunter finished, as he generally waited to see the response of Dris for the matter. In all honesty, he was pretty sure he gotten the description completely wrong now, but, what’s a little harm in some tomfoolery? Not like it would result in anything too bad for that matter, although, even with the little time he had spent with this group, he was pretty sure that the chances of a fight breaking out were plausible. And he would enjoy seeing that.

However, the skin-tight suit wearing superhero mentioned something about creating ‘teams’. Aw, how cute, little superhero finally got his chance to boss around people and throw around ideas as if they were bullets loaded within a Mec’s rifle. Although, it appears that everyone else seemed to be enjoying the idea of such a thing. And well, he wouldn’t want to miss out a chance to ‘show-off’ bit about their own skill set. May as well show a few cards from his deck now, but not too much, after all, wouldn’t wanna remove the element of surprise in the off-chance something would go wrong. Going back to his full-height, the Hunter merely went ahead to grab the large magnetic sniper rifle, Darklance, from his back, as he began to properly show-off his weapon, speaking at the same time.

“Neat little powers and abilities that you have there… although, it appears to be lacking something. Something greatly important here, the element of range, capable of shooting from afar, attacking at a distance at ranges that no close combat specialist can ever normally reach. Especially with this man’s ability of flight. But luckily for you-



“-I got exactly what you need. The Darklance, a highly accurate magnetic sniper rifle, capable of firing from miles away, and still retaining the kinetic energy needed to punch a large hole into just about anything. A single shot… all that it takes. Paired with my capability to land my shots, and you’ve got yourself a deadeye. Although, I’m not just a one-trick pony, because we all know how far those people go in life. He gave a sort of small grin while saying that, as if he expected the ‘team recruiters’ to get what he means. Placing the rifle back onto his back, he continued with “High mobility paired with a durable suit capable of sustaining even direct plasma shots without much damage to it, grapple hook system to maintain said mobility. Along with powers not bounded by regular equipment he said, with him raising his right hand, as it seemed to glow with a purple foggy hue as the psionic energy flowed within the concentrated point.

“My enhanced form is nothing to laugh at either, regeneration, immunity to impairments, perfect choice for a sniper who isn’t scared to get himself into a head on fight now. So might as well put me in the strike team already, unless you feel as if Im better pushing papers around and writing down someone’s favorite coffee store is a better place for me, but, if you do happen to come across any individuals who may harbor some information, then do pass them to me. After all, I have other ways of ‘interrogating’ someone, usually involves the way of the mind, so, being somewhat within the information team would suffice as well.” the Hunter said in a voice that awfully sounds like he was trying to sound menacing with such. But, closing his right hand, the energy dissipated into thin air, as he went back to a more casual pose. Was it completely unnecessary for all that right now? Yes, but, to the Hunter, it feels all but necessary to include. Plus, he wanted to ‘show-off’ after all.

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The Chosen Hunter

Before the main man of the room could go and respond to the Hunter, a man in what appears to be some sort of comic book superhero get-up attempted to ge a rise outta him by attempting to save their diminishing pride by saying in a nutshell ‘don’t assume things about people until you see them’. Heh, as if he could take them more seriously if it weren’t for the fact they were wearing such a get-up. In his own opinion, he couldn’t help but give small chuckle at the statement made from this. Did this man ever heard the phrase ‘back up your bark with some bite’? The Chosen only turned his head over his shoulder to face the man before saying. “Perhaps you can do better than what is considered the weaker ones of this room, but we all know that happening is useless unless you got some actions to back up your claim. After all, wouldn’t want to be too boastful now of our own skills when it can very well be out of our own league oh how ironic this is coming from the same man who enjoyed speaking so highly of his own skill.

Yet, he didn’t get much of an response before Luthor went ahead to continue his statement. Yet again, the information being provided to them was barebones, just enough to keep him very much interested, but he was wanting for more of the fine details. After all, this next ‘hunt’ for some ‘big game’ was certainly no pushover if they were capable of bursting through walls like some drugged up Andromedon while also being capable of flight and shooting lasers from his eyeballs. Certainly no pushover from what he is seeing, and this Luthor expects a man with a bat to be any use in taking this ‘protector of Metropolis’ down? Heh, the very fact right there was enough to make him smirk at such a sight of individuals uselessly fighting against the man, getting donutted through the chest before leaving the actual competent ones here to deal with cleanup. He definitely had mixed reactions about such disregard for life, especially when his own might be in danger (as well as returning back to his own world to be reformed within his base), but as long as he wasn’t in the frontlines, they he could very well sneak away if things get dicey, and enjoy this fun opportunity within another world as another group would deal with supes.

Before the Hunter can even get a small joke in if the situation, it appears like someone here was a bit too ‘vocal’ with their ‘words’, and gave the bald man a piece of their own mind. The things people would do when family and friends are on the line, ah, he so too enjoyed seeing that sight, especially seeing Xcom soldiers get particularly angry and go into a blind rage when their buddy gets killed in combat. The bloodbath was nice to see on both sides. He couldn’t help but chuckle alongside the leather wearing ‘big balls’ as he nicknamed the bat-wielding man, saying no more as he let the situation handle itself.

And right in schedule, the same man who spoke to him earlier decided to shut up Mr. Family over here, by tying them up in what appears to be some sort of web like substance and tied them to the floor. Well, at least the super-hero suited man was capable of doing something useful now, but whether or not he actually had more in store was left unknown. “Well, your aim is certainly better than some others now, you didn’t even accidentally hit Luth here with a single shot. Although, I’m hoping that your ability isn’t just shooting sticky white stuff at any enemy we come across now. yeah, as much as usefulness would go, all it would take is a simple spark to set the entire thing ablaze. And we all know how much the Hunter hated fire now.

Next to be of current interest was the purple haired woman he mentioned earlier, who had spoken out in shock as if him saying ‘stripper’ was quite literally ‘killing then’ (not like he wouldn’t enjoy that option either), only to be stopped midway by phantom before a real conversation can start now. He could only give a smirk at such a sight. Quick to pipe up about things, but shut-up as soon as someone else tells them to do so. Oh, it will be fun trying to catch them off guard within conversations from now on, and seeing their reaction. Maybe he could actually get a full response from them soon enough instead of a small peep.

Other than that, within the corner of his eye, the same comically large rat creature looked like it was about to speak to him, before shutting up and just getting closer to the Hunter. Now that definitely interested the Chosen. What was this rat thinking of accomplishing? Was it looking for some cheese in his back pocket? The tall blue skinned ‘man’ didn’t care for the reason, only the fact they did such.

May as well ‘poke the bear with a stick’, as the Chosen squatted down from his full height of 9’2’ (and even then, was somewhat taller than Dris due to the size comparison here), as he gave one good look at the face of the rat humankind, before saying “You know, it’s rude to be going up to people, and not introducing yourselves. Although, I’m not bothered by this fact, just… mentioning it for further guidance. Nonetheless, you got a specific reason for coming up to me? Perhaps my weapons surely interest you… considering your get-up, I take it you don’t even know what a ‘firearm’ is, much less, a magnetic-rifle.” the Chosen said, more or less wanting to start a conversation regarding his own weapons, the somewhat large sniper rifle on his back called the ‘Darklance’, as well as the revolver like pistol attached to the right hip of his body called ‘Darkclaw’. He especially loved telling stories about these weapons, so, may as well provoke the chance of such occurring.

And yet, the ‘babbling’ on the sideline brought him back to full attention, slowly going back to his full height as he watched these ‘morally righteous folk’ speaking about irrelevant things such as… well, he did agree with them about the bringing of children to this, but all for the wrong reasons. They definitely would serve little purpose in all of this, hell, even the standard Advent Trooper would be better as an meatshield and more competent with magnetic assault rifles than something he needed to babysit everytime combat starts. But things certainly gotten too chaotic, even for his own good after the man ‘teleported’ away the man’s (who assaulted Luthor earlier) daughter in a cloud of smoke. Not the kind of teleportation he is used to, but one he is familiar with, at least concept wise.

And it certainly seemed like the more ‘hero’ types of this room didn’t like the sight of this, and as such, well, he was definitely amazed about how much chaos and ‘disharmony’ could occur in one place at the same time. It was as if Luthor didn’t even look at making a team that would at least tolerate each other, especially if they were gonna face something as dangerous as this ‘Super-Man’ now. But he supposed this man is either sadistic, or ‘stupid’ in the ways of most corporate CEO’s would be. Not surprising at all, the Hunter May as well guess that Luthor puts forth 25% of his earnings from ‘LexCorp’ into giving his head a good shine that is bound to make someone blind if staring at him underneath the sun for too long.

He did stop and listen to the speech that one of the few only competent individuals within this very room had spoken up. This man certainly has his priorities set straight, and had spoken up about one of the things he was thinking was lacking on Luthor’s part, ‘information’. He wouldn’t wanna be running blindfolded and running off a cliff now if he wasn’t properly informed of what would be happening and his to avoid it. He could only wait to see if this man had some sort of common sense to speak about it, because either he was attempting to throw them headfirst into danger with disregard for their lives, or this man was hiding something from them. Not that he couldn’t blame him, some people have secrets that they may as well keep to themselves, and yet, it made it all the more satisfying to steal such information when going through their heads by Interrogating them. And he was sure this man has a wealth of information he wanted to access.

But before the Hunter could think more about the use of such information, he only mentally face palmed at the very next words coming from some blue haired swordsman (seriously, what is the deal with this group and swords, are they asking to be shot from someone one mile away while they flailing around with their out-of-date weapons, attempting to make them relevant again only to fail miserably when introduced to the wonders of modern technology) who had completely changed the tone of the situation from something actually serious for once to that of a sit-com. Other than the arrival of some confident looking woman who looked more like they belonged in some sort of fashion show, the Hunter merely turned back to face Dris once again, crouching down to his level once more and saying “And to think we are gonna be dealing with this for the rest of our ‘little stay’ here. Heh, hopefully there’s some sort of compensation for going through this kind of ‘torture’ in the coming days.” The Chosen finished, and while it was said quieter than usual, it didn’t take much for others to hear him, especially with him taking a quick glance at the other individuals here.

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