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Another demon was flung back into a nearby building, blasted through the hard concrete by a kinetic burst. War-Pulse had been fighting for what felt like hours, recharging himself on car batteries when he needed a kick start to continue beating the infernal invaders back. Now brandishing a signpost, he clubbed another demon upside the head, sending it flying into a nearby truck. His pace had turned from frantic and aggressive to slow and methodical, chasing demons down simply for the joys of finding something with no redeemable qualities or need for sympathy and beating it to death with a now bent signpost. War-Pulse was now humming a joyous little tune as he pulled the metal pole back behind him in a baseball steps, another three steps and he swung for the fences, sending another shocked demon up into the air and out of sight, presumably to die on impact.

"I gotta tell you, Warden, this is almost therapeutic." War-Pulse said, another small demon coming to bite at him, only to be met with the signpost being jabbed through it and pinning it to the ground.

"I'm not sure whether to be happy for you or terrified of you."

"...Little of both?"

"Just don't underestimate them, we still have no real idea if the more powerful demonic entities are even here, yet. Do not take any chances--"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll get back to you when the whole incident is taken care of."

However, his temporary slow pace was about to end when he rounded the corner of a building, his stride coming to a complete halt when he came face to face with a tank barrel. He backed away from the large cannon, to see that there were three more tanks behind it. Soldiers, human and armed to the teeth, swarmed around the tanks, moving in formation to point their rifles at the new arrival. War-Pulse's eyes widened as his lips pursed in amusement, he did not think the national guard would be called in just yet, but with demons running around, this confrontation would be inevitable.

"Who are you?!?" One of the soldiers barked at War-Pulse. "State your name!"

"Okay, okay, don't freak out." War-Pulse began, his hands in the air to display a gesture of non-hostility. "My name's War-Pulse, Pulse for short, I'm a--"

"Are you one of the demonic entities!?"

War-Pulse had to take few seconds for the request to really sink in. "I...beg your pardon?"

"One of the demons, are you one of those?!"

"You gotta be kidding me, buddy!"

"Answer the question!"

"Do I look like a demon?!"

It was apparent War-Pulse had no idea how much demon blood was now spattered across his attire, the silver being almost dulled by the dirt and damage it had suffered.

"That was a yes or no--"

"NO! I'm not a friggin' demon!"

"What's your business here!?"

As they made demons, War-Pulse was scanning the group, he could see in the back one of the men murmuring to a walkie-talkie, reading the words 'War-Pulse' on his lips.

"Oh, I was in the city for a wonderful nightly stroll in brightly colored metahuman gear, just enjoying the sights and sounds and--WHAT DO YOU THINK, GENIUS!?"

"Calm down, sir, or we will be forced to fire!"

"Pah, whatever, I'm not a threat to you, I'm here killing off your demon infestation, you should be thanking me!"

With that, War-Pulse turned and began to walk away, undaunted by the National Guard's presence.

"Sir, we are not done here!" The soldier with the walkie-talkie shouted out, walking over to what could be assumed to be his superior, pointing at the mercenary. "I just got off the horn with HQ, that is not a local metahuman."

"The hell are you talking about, private?"

"That man's known as War-Pulse." The soldier continued. "He's wanted by Interpol. Turns out he's some hired gun."

War-Pulse's eyes widened, he whirled around and extended his hands to the soldiers. "Really? You want to pull this shit now? While the city is being invaded?"

The soldiers and the tanks now turned to face him, guns and cannons being pointed at the mercenary ones more.

"Sir, put your hands on your head and come quietly, or we will be forced to fire!"

"Come on, I'm not doing that!"

"You have to the count of three!"

"Demons, you moron!"

"One!"

"I'm not the threat, here! You got more pressin-"

"Two!"

"I really don't think--"

"Three!"

Before War-Pulse could get another word in edgewise, the tank barrel closest to him erupted in fire and smoke as the shot rang out, the massive tank shell colliding and exploding into War-Pulse's chest, sending him flying through the air. He could feel himself impact through one side of a building, catching brief glances of office supplies and desks before bursting out of the other side, his momentum barely slowed from the tank shot. He then felt his body slam off the corner of another building, causing his body to cartwheel as it descended to the ground. He was able to turn his body to see the tar, and he cursed under his breath before bracing himself to slam headfirst into the tar.

And collide with the tar he did, directly through it right into the head of the mighty tunneling serpent. The impact caused the serpent to momentarily recoil into its cave, uninjured, but now royally infuriated by being hit with what was essentially a human sized catapult shot.

As War-Pulse came to regain his bearings, coughing and sputtering the muddy, disgusting water he was now laying in, he realized he was now staring up at a girl in a spider costume.

"Uhhh...hi." He said, not really having a good quip for the fact he was just shot through the air into what looked like an already heated confrontation. He scrambled to his feet and turned to face the basilisk. "Let's make a deal, we kill this giant snake thing, and you don't tell anyone I was thrown in here by a tank shot." He adjusted his stance as the beast slithered forward, advancing on the two people again. "Sound good?"

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While I have no real say in the matter, I would think to try posting up a character sheet and seeing if NS approves. No character gets into the universe without his approval, and if certain things are integral to the character, I don't see why we wouldn't be okay with it.

That is just my guess though. As stated I have no real say on ooc matters.

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Whoa, pirate pad looks pretty neat, I'm going to have to make a note to try it soon.

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Pft, it's just some rabble. If Pulsie couldn't kill some demon minions what kind of superhuman would he be?

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It took a moment for War-Pulse to really process what exactly he was seeing, even a veteran like himself had to take a moment to really take in the scene sprawling before him. They skies were littered with flying humanoids on leathery wings, the streets swarming with all manner of monstrosities. Snarling, roaring, chattering beasts of all shapes and sizes with gnarled claws and gnashing teeth, some even brandished cold and rusty weaponry or could breathe fire. No matter which way he looked at it, the scene was clear by the bodies and destruction under the wake of these beasts, hell had indeed made a visit to Earth.

As soon as the cold, terrifying fact sank into War-Pulse's psyche, he re-activated his communicator and delivered a visual using the tiny camera attached to his jacket.

"Hey, Warden? Can you answer something for me?"

"You hung up on me, what do you want?"

"Were there any signs of some kind of demonic invasion from hell today? Or any clarification that demons exist?"

A brief pause came between the two.of them. Either Warden was just trying to process the request made of him or judging just how crazy War-Pulse had become.

"Well...I had heard some reports that local cult activity had risen recently, as if to welcome some--oh."

"What?"

"Just saw the visual, that actually corresponds with a hefty amount of rituals taking place in Lost Haven." Warden said in a matter-of-fact tone, causing one of War-Pulse's brows to raise.

"Annnnd you didn't bother to share that with anyone?" War-Pulse asked, Warden's calmness when faced with demonic hordes clearly surprising him.

"Do I sound like the religious type, Pulse?"

"Well no, but I'm starting to think we might want to make a church visit at some point."

As soon as War-Pulse finished his quip, he noticed that some of the demons had taken notice of his position up in the sky. One on the ground had motioned to a few flying demons to attack in some sort of squad formation. At first, Pulse had thought about just leaving, this was not his city, nor was he being paid for defending the city from demons. However, that instinct was overwhelmed by another urge, an urge to make his fighting really worth his time. These were not some warlord's soldiers, or mobsters, or anything he could beat with just a flick of his finger. These were demons, something he really could pound into not just for some cash, but for a really good purpose. As the demons advanced, War-Pulse spoke into his communicator one more time.

"Warden? I've made up my mind, I'm going to engage the demon threat."

"Good, wipe them out."

"I know we aren't gettin' paid bu-- wait what?"

"Yeah, kill as many as you can."

"Oh...I just thought that...you would be more against it."

"Pulse, I like Earth, I think Earth will be much less appealing with demons on it, therefore; kill demons."

At that confirmation, from underneath the mask grew a wide, excited smile from Pulse, his body fluctuating with energy, now clearly visible in the sky by demons and heroes all around. Almost instantly he began to descend at the squad coming to him, the bursts of energy rocketing behind him echoed through the sky. His fists clenched, pulling his arm back for the inevitable conflict, the front demon beginning to waver in his resolve. However, it was too late for him, there was no turning back. As soon as War-Pulse got within shouting distance of the horde, the demons would indeed get an earful of that trademark War-Pulse charm.

“You bastards are going to wish you stayed in hell!”

With that shout, his fist came forward and connected with the first demon in the squad. Almost instantaneously the demon rocketed through his comrades, flying end over end into a building down on the block, caving the roof in on the monster. Undaunted, the other demons continued their advance, one trying to jab War-Pulse with his long, flesh and blood covered spear. With one flick of his arm, War-Pulse snapped the metal spear like a toothpick before taking the broken end and jabbing it into the demon’s eye. The reptilian beast screeched in pain before getting a gutshot and a right cross across its stomach and face, plummeting to the ground and impacting with a car below.

Laughing, Pulse launched a series of kinetic blasts at nearby humanoids. One after another being torn apart by pure energy, raining body parts and screams to the ground below.

“Hahahah! Is that all you got?!? C’mon, show me what hell really has in store for me!”

As if they were actually listening, a particularly large winged demon advanced from a nearby building the size of a minivan and about as angry as the mother inside of one. It’s head was a bull, horrid talons for hands and what could only been described as bird legs. It screeched loudly at War-Pulse, clearly not being able to project any rational thought other than killing and maiming. In fact the monster tore clean two or three other demons as it raced to face the new foe.

“Bring it, ugly!” War-Pulse shouted at the larger demon, motioning with his hands to bring it on.

With vigorous rage and velocity, the large demon collided with War-Pulse mid air, the two frames smashing into one another sounding like two cars crashing into one another. Momentarily, War-Pulse was shoved through the sky by the larger form, trying to get control of their immediate grapple. However it quickly found itself outclassed in strength, as the moment it got its arms around War-Pulse it felt its face barraged by a series of kinetically-charged punches, each one ringing over the city. With one final cross, the large demon was forced to let go and be pushed back, delivering a powerful kick to War-Pulse’s chest and forcing him to recoil and regain levitation momentarily. The large demon tried to pursue, throwing wild haymakers at its foe in an attempt to overwhelm War-Pulse with its violent offensive. Again it came short, as War-Pulse ducked and swayed like a world-class boxer in mid-air, dancing to and fro in the air to avoid the clubbing blows.

In retaliation, War-Pulse launched a point-blank blast at the beast’s face, clearly breaking the monster’s nose and sending it writhing through the air, turning its back to War-Pulse. Taking advantage of the situation, War-Pulse flew right up to the demon, grabbing hold of its wings and placing his feet on its back.

“Hey, beastie.” War-Pulse leaned in close, whispering menacingly into the now-frightened beast. “Wanna find out how ‘terminal velocity’ works on Earth?”

With that statement, War-Pulse pushed with his feet and pulled hard, a quick jerk resulted in both wings being severed from the mighty demon. The creature screamed in a horrid mixture of terror and pain, letting the natural forces of Earth begin to bring down to the cold tar hundreds of feet below. War-Pulse, not to let a good situation go, kept his feet on the beast during the descent, literally surfing on the large demon to the ground. He could see that on his descent, other demons were coming his way, trying to attack him while he fell from the sky. Energy blast after energy blast repelled the fiends, ripping demon after demon apart as large demon and War-Pulse fell to the asphalt.

Laughing, War-Pulse placed a particularly nasty kick on the back of the large demon’s head, driving the beast head first into the tar. The impact was deafening, concrete and rock breaking upon impact, the demon being cratered into the ground underneath War-Pulse’s mighty heel, its skull liquidating upon impact, dust being kicked up around the two bodies.

A brief silence from the surrounding horde as the dust cleared, only to find a glowing, crackling War-Pulse standing on the body of the large demon, he scanned the screeching, stammering horde, the grin never leaving his face as he shouted in a menacing joy.

“Alright, who’s next, then!?!”

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Dedonus said
Old Ironsides, iirc?

Yes, that was his name!

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Dedonus said
And since there is not a Tesseract in this universe, there can't be "ray" guns..

There isn't one yet, I was kind of aware that there was no tesseract or cosmic cube or any other supermcguffin in existence, but considering this is a universe where hell just ripped asunder, the idea isn't exactly impossible.

Also, Raptorman, I'd totally love a history lesson, I know about the Good Doctor and that other Iron superhero which I forgot the name of, but the rest is unclear to me. Feel free to shoot me a PM about the WWII Era supers.

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Didn't the hydra agents in the first Captain America movie use laser guns? Not that this is a comparable umiverse or anything.

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"Pulse, do you copy? I said the ship's already sent out a distress call five minutes ago. Within fifteen minutes the Coast Guard--"

"Yeah,yeah, I heard you, Warden," War-Pulse responded, surveying his work to make sure he had sent enough of a message with the assassination of Teddy Williamson. "I heard you the first three times you said it...just had to make sure I finished the job."

"You could have finished it much earlier and we both know it."

"So I like to have a little fun while on the job, sue me." Pulse made a few brisk steps to the edge of the boat, the water now down to his knees. "If you can't have a little fun, why bother, right?"

The only response on the other side of the communicator was a low growl, presumably Warden was not in agreement on the subject.

"Ah, whatever, I'm goin', I'm goin', keep your shirt on." Pulse said, hopping in to the water. Already he was all too aware that if he took flight or leaped his way out to the mainland, he would be spotted immediately. Not that he would care, but he had already annoyed Warden enough, and it was time to play it safe for now. He submerged into the cold ocean water, a burst of energy rocketing him far below the salty surface. Even with the kinetic shielding protecting him from the atmosphere, he still got chills as he launched himself through the water, the icy blackness seeping into his clothes. It took him roughly 10 minutes to get back to shore, it turns out the freighter had made some significant headway before Pulse ripped a hole in the hull, and he did not want to make too many ripples on the surface, lest he get the direct attention of the pursuing coast guard. Hopefully if any radar did detect him under the surface, they would consider him some kind of large fish, though Pulse heavily doubted they would. This is Maine, after all, the biggest thing swimming these waters had two claws and was delicious with dipped butter.

As soon as he reached the coast of the French Quarter, he hopped clean out of the water like a dolphin with one expulsion of energy from his feet, sliding along the docks to the astonishment of a few petrified dock workers at this time of night. As soon as he shook the excess water off of his body, he simply offered the workers a shrug.

"What? You haven't seen a costumed dude hope out of the water like a fuckin' flying fish?" He asked "It's like you guys don't live in a city with a Museum dedicated to superheroes or something." He gestured to them. "Knock it off!"

The men did not give an audible reply, some still fixated on him with awe-stricken expressions, while others desperately tried to ignore him, in the way most would try to ignore a mugging happening in their vicinity.

"Pft, that's what I thought." He replied, skirting past the bare bones crew and making his way into the city. He made his way into the French Quarter on foot, to the confused stares of people wondering what a man in a silver long coat is doing wandering around at this time of night. Pulse's brow furrowed as he observed this section of the city, he had only been in the French Quarter once before on a different job, and he thought the same as he did now. Rich folk, coddled and refined, inheritors of fortunes and companies, the French Quarter was full of them. He could see the fancy restaurants almost surround him, the cafes lining the little wharf, presumably to be filled with these investors of greed and profit the next morning. These were the kind of people who would need his services one day, as they would have no idea how to deal with any problem on their own without throwing money at it because none of them in a day in their life ever had to learn what it was really like to live without the assets handed to them before they could even learn to walk. That was not to say Pulse did not like these people or this area, but he had seen enough of the world to know that most of these people were here because of sheer dumb luck, and would live in the life of luxury for the rest of their days.

Until they need him, that is.

With one kinetically charged leap, he bounded up to the rooftops, hopping from one roof to the next as he surveyed for a place to regain some strength, as he had expelled quite a bit during the assassination of Teddy. After hopping a few more rooftops, he found himself a generator powering a warehouse North of the Lost Haven University, probably just storing sports equipment or something, they did not really need the lights going 24/7, so Pulse figured he might as well get a recharge off of that. With absolutely no hesitation, he plunged his hand right into the generator, ripping away the metal platting to grab a handful of wires. He grimaced, watching as the sparks flew off of his hand, the brief smell of his glove burning slightly before his powers began to take hold. Despite not actually causing him any permanent damage, the act of absorbing energy this way always started as a little painful. One could compare it to a series of pinpricks on Pulse's hand, his pores opening up and letting the current flow through his skin, where his organs would be able to process the electrical energy into something more usable. As common as having a midnight snack, Pulse watched as his power absorption took its toll on the warehouse, the lights inside flickering and shattering at the fluctuation of power going through them. Another minute or so passed before Pulse felt relatively full, and he released his grasp, moving on to another nearby rooftop of what looked like an apartment complex that covered the same block as a rather ornate looking cathedral. Pulse slowly dropped to a sitting position, his legs dangling over the edge, before the mercenary expelled a soft sigh, his hands running along the building's concrete ledge before Warden's voice came squeaking into his ear.

"War-Pulse? War-Pulse, are you there?"

"You act like I don't have the damn communicator in my ear all the time." War-Pulse abruptly replied. "What's up?"

"Finishing our report; the money was just wired to the offshore account for the elimination of Teddy Williamson."

War-Pulse let out another sigh, tossing a pebble down on the pavement below. "Sure, great." He replied.

There was a silence on the other end, but from what War-Pulse could tell, the communication had not stopped.

"...This is the part where you hang up, Warden." War-Pulse sneered.

"Normally I would, if I didn't hear the disappointment in your voice."

"What, you care for my feelings now?" War-Pulse joked. "Are you going to tell me you have a crush on me too?"

"No, I'm concerned it'll affect your performance when we have another job."

"Oh, when I have to murder or break some other small-time nobody?" War-Pulse quipped "Oh no, what if they shoot me?!? It's not like I'm friggin' bulletproof or anything!"

"...So that's the problem, then." Warden responded. "You were looking for something big-time."

"Yer god damn right I am!" At this point War-Pulse was standing on the ledge, his voice increasing in volume. "I didn't come to Lost Haven to chase down people who aren't paying their protection money or small-time gangsters, I came for the excitement of battling against other superhumans!"

"Those jobs are easy money."

"So? Maybe I'd like to think I'm more than just a glorified debt collector."

"You're being ridiculous."

"No I'm not, Warden, I'm serious. I don't take the jobs we do now seriously, because they don't deserve my full effort. Teddy I could've killed when I got on the boat, but that would've been boring."

"And easier."

"Dammit Warden, maybe for once I'd like to feel like I'm actually working for my--"

"...For your what, War-Pulse? Trent?"

It was only now that War-Pulse caught sight of the glowing red fireball in the distance, something was happening up near the Sherman Square. Something big, considering War-Pulse was at this point miles away, and he could visibly see an unnatural light coming from the area. He could even feel a tinge of energy from it, his powers reacting to the light as if it was an energy source, and that does not usually happen at this kind of distance.

"Uhh....lemme just...call you back, Warden--" He flipped off his communicator, crouching down slightly and lowering his hands to the ground, firing a large energy blast to rocket himself into the sky, a crater being left in the rooftop. He rocketed towards Shermen Square, the view getting a little better in time.

He could see fire, a lot of fire, stretching all over the buildings and ground, places one wouldn't even assume fire could burn. The rest was chaos, madness, the sounds of people screaming filled the mercenary's ears. From what he could guess he would have to put his money on some kind of riot or terrorist attack.

It was when he saw the winged humanoids that he realized just how wrong that guess was.

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Well, lucky for me this is exactly what Pulse needs, a little spice in his life! (And by spice I mean hellfire)