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{CLOSED} The Council of Heroes Against Malicious Persons [Mystery Men Inspired RP ]

Completely good!, I'm actually going on an isolation trip this weekend an likely won't get another post in till Tuesday.

{CLOSED} The Council of Heroes Against Malicious Persons [Mystery Men Inspired RP ]

The feel of his fingers sliding into the fleshy bits of the big man felt weirdly invigorating. He was Not worthless. He slammed his claws into the floor, leaving bloody paw prints as he kicked his legs over his head and sprang up with his hands. He was Not going to die like his friends. He launched himself feet first at the goons attacking Manny. He was not weak. He prepared to plant both feet into one goon and unleash the momentum stored in the boots into the mans body, hoping to shove him into his buddy and both into the wall. Not helpless. He was going to stop them. He was.... the roaring downstairs ended his thoughts and he smoke into the communicator. *Can you guys stop him? Got a supe up here too.*

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With his focus and adrenaline, Bob barely registered that he had been shot, let alone that the shield stopped it. His mind had drifted to something else... some When else. He was remembering a lab, gunshots, his friends cries of pain and fear as they were mercilessly gunned down before his eyes. If the eyes of his mask could change colors with his moods, they would be glowing red.

As the big man was distracted by shooting at the Grey Gadgeteer, Bob tossed the briefcase behind the couch with his companion as he bounced off the floor, aiming for the wall behind Bucur. Only to use and amplify his momentum to rocket off that wall and fly claws first, at the big man's legs. He was aiming to trip him and be able to have his momentum push him past to the other side before the man fell on him. But with his hate filled mind, his main objective was to drive his claws into the tendons in the back of the man's knees, ripping and tearing them as he went through.

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The Jersey Devil looked up at the Gadgeteer with his big blank goggle eyes, that covered up the surprised look in the human face below. *He's more tough and strong than human. He's a super. I'd start out of reach if you can.* Bob's voice would mumble through the communicator to Manny. Without needing to look, Bob reaches down to his bag and taps the skip button on his music player. Faintly, in the background of the communicator, 'Shut me Up' by Mindless Self Indulgence begins to play as Bob speaks to the group. "This is the dream, Boys... and ma'am. These are some bad men, and we're the good guys. Lets show em we're tired of their shit in our city."

Kicking his legs up over him in a roll, his plants his feet on the stairs the Grey Gadgeteer just came off of, and kicked off of it as hard as he could. With the full recoil off his boots would shoot him back into the room like a cannon ball. This time, however, he was aiming for the briefcase. As soon as his claws latched onto it, he would smack the floor with his other hand, changing his trajectory to a higher wall where he would imbed his claws in order to stick to the wall. Keeping his feet under him, prepared to kick off in a different direction if attacked, he clipped the briefcase to one of the carabineers on his suit.

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That was his que, it seemed. With one final breath, Bob kicked off the top of the shaft, bursting through the vent into the VIP room. He tried to keep a mind on where everyone was, but he was not used to working in tight spaces. So a lot of what happened came across more like someone chunking a super ball in an elevator.

Swinging out of the shaft, he would aim both feet at the Facades back, hoping to slam him down, while pushing back off him into a backflip and using his hand springs to shove him feet first at one of the goons with a gun. He wanted to take those out quickly. The spring off that goon, or the wall behind him, was meant to drive him palms first into the big bad guy himself. His trajectories planned, he tried to keep the case with the dust in sight, hoping his bouncing around would bring him close enough to snag it or kick it out of reach. He went from Jersey Devil, to Cat man, to Racket Ball in a single evening. A new record.

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One of my favorite lines in this movie.

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Bob braced as he watched what was happening. He wanted to stop the drugs before he lost sight of them, but didn't want to jump the gun. Then he saw the shapeshifter. Shit. *Deals going down. Got a case for evidence, but home dude's dealer is a shapeshifter. Just in case, code word is Peepers, in case there's confusion of who's who. Hate shapeshifters. Makes my back itch just thinking about having a knife in it.* he planned to now pounce the shifter, and take the case. Then figure out what to do next, but waited for the others to make a move.

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I was going off the basic broad transmission.

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The Jersey Devil slid slowly through the air vents, snaking his thin fit form as quietly as possible. He would stop, laying comfortably over the vent to the VIP room and watching. As the the group arrived, he would make his replies in soft whispers, grateful that his mask would muffle responses hopefully enough to keep from getting overheard. The mission impossible song playing faintly in the background. *Got eyes on the target. Count about six guards inside. All melee, no guns on them that I see. Will wait for yalls signal*

His hope and plan, was when things got into place, he could use his boots to bust him out of the vent, and try to swing straight at the big bad guy. Give him a nice pounce.... God he even described his attacks like a cat. He really was cat man. He didn't even Like cats.... then something dawned on him... *Hey... uh... the guys here are taking pills... didn't you say that dust stuff gave them superpowers?*

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The Jersey Devil looked between the other two as their eager leader rushed off and had a car waiting for them. He peered down the open window at the street below, wondering if he saw the car or not from there, then back to the two. "I'll probably make better time by rooftop. I don't really do cars anyway." He hopped onto the windowsill, then looked back to them one final time. "Good luck." Then pounced up into the night.

He wasn't just talking shit about the car thing. He wasn't sure what it was, but something about going fast, while sitting still, through off his whole world. There was just too much to a car to make him feel comfortable, even if he was driving. He could do a motorcycle better. But even that wasn't his thing. This was his jam. Bounce, Run, somersault, flip, bounce, swing.... oooo he add to ask Manny about some of those flying squirl gliders for his suit.... land, roll, run. This was him, in complete control.

He wasn't sure if he would make I before the car, depending on traffic and all that, but as soon as he made it back to the building he spoke over the ear piece, 'highway to hell' playing faintly in the background in his mask. *On the roof. Headed for the vent shafts.* he took out his multi-tool pocket knife and went to work unscrewing the vent, then wriggling inside.