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    1. myinneroblivion 7 yrs ago

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2 yrs ago
Current Heh... honestly didn't think I would ever be back on here... but here I am again. LoL. For those of you who spoke to me before, my life has gotten Soo much better.
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5 yrs ago
Sorry everyone. Work is killing me. I will reply as soon as I can
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5 yrs ago
Trying to come out of hiatus.... God this is hard. Really having trouble coming up with plots.
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5 yrs ago
I guess I'm getting off here now. It's been fun.
6 yrs ago
Ok.... hell week is over. I'm going to buckle down and get replies up. Sorry for the delays.
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Bob looks around at the scene, his cold glass eyes stopping on Talia for a moment. They had actually done it. He was a homeless kid running from a corrupt science facility. He didn't really have any plans. He turned back to the cop. "I'm going to go bath in a tub of Ice for a couple days... then probably wait for the next job..." it was clear he had no long lasting plans or even ideas. Even him joining was kind of an impulse. But he liked it. He actually felt a hint of purpose, and it felt good.
Retracting his claws, Bob drops to the floor next to Talia, letting his boots absorb the fall, though he still stumbled a little from the aches and pains that were making themselves more known as adrenaline began to wear off. He looked to the cop with those blank glass eyes and nodded. He never really liked cops, but if he was going to be a hero, he guessed this was something he was going to have to get used to. "Yes sir. We are the new Champs." He pauses and looks around for a moment, "There should be a metal case of the drugs they were dealing here somewhere. Is Ma... The Gadgeteer going to be okay"
Bob almost audibly sighed with relief as he saw that things were still in the VIP room. "Good job Manny" he thought as he focused again on the brute. From this angle he had a good view of things. He just wished he had something large and heavy to drop on the thing..... he would have face palmed if he wasn't holding onto the very heavy thing he was looking for. *Dancer! Guide him under the chandelier!*

Climbing to the top of the chandelier, he dug his claws of one hand into the ceiling so he wouldn't fall with it, then extended his claws of the other hand fully, preparing to slice through the support holding it.
I'm so sorry, we had a family emergency. Not ghosting. I will get a post up soon.
Sounds good to me, hehe you stole my creative thunder with the chandelier lol. I was just thinking that as I was reading through, then you stole the words right out of my head. Lol. Good to know it might work though.

Yeah, afraid Leo might not make it back. Sad now.
Bob groaned, pulling himself up slowly from the wreckage of the bar. He hadn't felt like this in a while, but it wasn't entirely new to him. when you misgauge a jump across a rooftop and end up ping ponging down an alley into a dumpster, you learn to suck it up and try again, or go home. Bob clearly sucked it up. Being able to move didn't help him know what to do from here though. Their party of four had been reduced to two, the drugs were missing, the supes upstairs where probably getting away, Link had blown a gasket, and Manny was down. Did he go for the bosses? Did he try to take out the brute? Did he try to help everyone get away? He wished he could move around like the dancer did. Combine that with his parkour, and he could be brutal in dodging and making a distraction. Right now, he was only good on the go. Thinking as fast as he could while still in pain, he released the stored impact of his boots to launch him up to the chandelier, trying to get a look at everything in hopes of figuring out what to do. Where were the bosses? Where were the drugs? What here the people that had been in the room doing? and... he hated to consider it, but he was running low on options... what there a gun that he could see and get to in case he needed to put the brute down. he wasn't good with guns... had never actually fired one... but how hard could it be.
Bob cursed as he was grabbed, trying to cling in vain to the brute. Thinking fast was pivotal in his line of entertainment, and it hopefully served him well now. *Duck!!* he cried to the performer, flipping in mid flight to aim his shock absorbing boots and gloves at the coming bar. While they should be able to take the impact... the bar was not so fortunate.

There was a splinter and cracking seconds before the wood buckles and pops out like it was hit by a cannon ball. Wood, glass, liquid splinters everywhere, and drops Bob hard to the ground as everything rains down on top of him. All he could do was lay there and groan for a moment, not entirely sure where he hurt yet, but that did hurt.
Sounds plenty good to me. I completely understand
Police? Wait for the Police? Why, so they can charge us for stupid crap while they let the real bad guys go? Just like they did with his friends? If the lifeless glass eyes of the Jersy Devils mask were able to change color to match his moods, they would be glowing red. He launched himself to the balcony overlooking the main floor, perching on the railing to look below at the chaos. Extending his claws, he focused on the brute. Backflipping off the railing and slamming his boots into the balcony to gain momentum, he rocketed up, grabbed the chandelier in order to swing up and plant his boots on the ceiling, then pushed off to swing for the brutes back.

Letting go of the of the chandelier, he sailed down like a cat, feet and claws first. The loose threads of belt and leather straps fluttering behind him. He aimed to plant his claws into the brute's shoulder blades, and his boots into the brute's lower back at the hips. His goal at the moment was to get the things focus off his new team, and on the defensive. He was trying to be somewhere hard to reach, but also somewhere he could jump off if he knew he was going to get grabbed. He'd never tried this before, but his primal hatred at the time made this seem like a good idea.
I'm back as well.
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