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What Ded said.
I'll be getting some stuff up for the Nightmare collab soon.
Ok so this is something I've been thinking about during my off time, and it may have no place within the RP but I thought I'd mention it anyway.

I'm assuming that, much like in the Marvel and DC universes, current events have been massively influenced by the goings on of metahuman activity. Example being that this is an election year in the U.S., which I'm sure would still be happening despite Diplodoc and the domes. I think that it would be interesting, then, if there were fictional candidates for the presidency, and if their respective parties and platforms had an agenda when it came to dealing with metahumans, much in the way that mutants were dealt with in the Marvel universe. It might be too much to incorporate, but it's an idea nonetheless, especially one to consider if season 2 will be taking a look at the legal repercussions of metahuman activity. (And perhaps the mystical side of the metahumans in the future.)


Oh, don't go getting ahead of yourself just yet....

I can't confirm or deny that what you just mentioned will play a part in season 2 (and perhaps beyond), but I may suggest keeping an eye out because yeah.....we may be doing just that.
She didn’t remember anything about her past, not even her real name. In fact, she remembered nothing from before she was freed from that jai cell by her new family...except for the few snippets that Nightmare wanted to remember. He had not only liberated her from the jail cell, he had liberated her from the pain and heartache that she had felt, he had liberated her from her failures, from her fears. The day that Nightmare and the rest of her family broke her out of that jail cell, they had truly freed her.

She grinned as her demonic metal constructs cut through several more of the fleeing protestors. The woman now known only as Bathory had a bloodlust rivaled only by her namesake, and by the other members of her “family.” The sickening sound that accompanied her construct’s razor sharp blades cutting into the soft flesh of its victims, cutting through bone and muscle was like a symphony to her, the cries of the dying lending vocals to the opera of carnage which played out before her.

“That’s enough. You’re done.” Said a voice coming from behind her.

It was a voice that she remembered, one that she would never forget. One of the few recent memories that Nightmare had not freed her from, a painful memory that helped to fuel her hatred.

“Lyger.” Bathory growled as she spun around to face the man who had been responsible for her humiliation…For her incarceration.

The mere sight of Lyger made her blood boil. Although she did not remember the exact circumstances of her last encounter with the vigilante, the outcome was something that would haunt her until her dying day. However, her hate filled scowl began to curve upward into a crooked smile. At last, she would have her revenge on the man that had sent her to rot in a jail cell.

“Oh, I don’t think so. You’re done.” Bathory snarled as she sent her metallic assassins toward him.

Lyger dove and twisted away from the pair of demon-like constructs, barely avoiding their razor sharp blades. However, he had only just regained his footing when the drones came back around for a second attack. It was an attack that even he couldn’t avoid.

However, a sliver and blue blur flew past him, landing directly in the path between Lyger and the metal constructs. Lyger heard the sound of the demonic metal constructs shattering on Icon’s chest as they made impact with the hero.

“Like he said, you’re done.”
And thanks to Fallen, who created this for us...we have a new CAH Chat room.
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Nice! Now that's dedication
And a post is up, things are about to get serious lol


Kyle and Sam had spent the remainder of the night, and all of the following day in bed. It had seemed like weeks since they’d had any time together at all, and with the threat posed by the terrorist organization known as Pax Metahumana thwarted, now seemed like just as good a time as any to spend some quality time together. For the first time in months, everything felt like it was going to be alright. For the first time in a long time, Kyle felt like himself again.

They had spent the entire night laying in bed together, holding one another. Talking, kissing, embracing…and there they remained the following day, except for about twenty minutes when they went out to get food. As Kyle lay in bed next to Sam, her soft skin pressing against his, as he felt the warmth of her breath tickle his skin each time she exhaled, he was reminded of exactly what it was that he was fighting for. It was moments just like this that made everything worth it.

After just laying there for awhile in total silence, Sam had asked Kyle to turn on the television. Two and a Half Men was on syndication, and after everything that had been going on as of late, she thought that they both could use a laugh. Unfortunately, they were not greeted by the highly suggestive humor that was a staple of the program. Instead, they watched in a tense silence as the words BREAKING NEWS were splashed across the screen, and images from a protest that turned violent played out.

Sadly, that was not the worst of it. Kyle and Sam looked on in horror as four figures emerged from a darkness that had overtaken the riot. Those four figures then went to work, slaughtering rioters and police alike.

“I have to go.” Kyle said, his tone suddenly dark.

“No, let the others handle this. These guys…they’re monsters.” Sam said, the thought of Kyle rushing off to confront the beings that had been responsible for countless murders across the city for months. She had also heard the rumors that Nightmare had seriously injured Icon at one point, and if this monster could do that to him, Kyle didn’t stand a chance.

“I can’t do that.” Kyle said as he got out of bed and immediately began putting his costume on. “I face monsters every day. Some are scarier than others, but I can’t let that stop me. If I start picking and choosing who I save, who I stop…what’s the point.”

Sam sat up in bed, covering herself with the bed sheets as she considered her next words. She wanted to tell him to come back to bed. She wanted to beg him to stay with her, where they would both be safe. But she said nothing. Instead she got out of the bed and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply on the lips.

“Just come back to me.” She said, forcing a smile despite the gut wrenching fear she felt for him.

“Sam, I lo…” Kyle started to say, but was cut off.
“No. Don’t say that.” Sam said, not allowing him to finish. “Tell me when you get back.” She said. Kyle just looked at her. He didn’t want to leave her. He wanted nothing more than to stay with her and ride the entire ordeal out here in her room. But he knew that he couldn’t. Every second that he remained, Nightmare and his merry band of monsters killed more and more people.

Kyle gave Sam one last kiss before he put his mask on and walked over to the window. He turned back to Sam and just nodded, and then he was gone.

***




In order to celebrate Jenny’s sudden arrival in Lost Haven, he had taken her to Carmen’s, one of the best Italian restaurants in the city. However, they were not alone. Scott had also invited Eric to come along, and he in turn had invited Clara and Keira to join them.

They had long since finished their meals and had decided to take a walk down by the waterfront. It was a beautifully clear night, and unseasonably warm. As they walked near the docks that had long been a tourist destination, the smell of seafood and the sounds of people laughing and enjoying themselves filled the air. Scott had always been amazed by how resilient the people of Lost Haven had proven to be. Just over twenty four hours ago, not only the city, but the entire nation had been under threat from a terrorist organization bent on turning every man, woman, and child into a meta human. Now, the very people who had been threatened were out having the time of their lives.

Scott began to wonder if by living in Lost Haven, the citizens had grown accustomed to living in constant peril.

As they walked past The End Zone, a small sports bar that was located just across the way from Lost Haven Pier, they saw a small crowd gathered outside the large picture window which held several flat screen TVs which were normally showing any number of national games. However, instead of a number of different basketball games, each screen showed the same horrific scene. A riot had recently broken out in Little Ulster, and once again, the serial killer Nightmare had reemerged to slaughter everyone in sight.

Scott felt a knot begin to form in his stomach and he clenched his fists as he saw the needless carnage that was being carried out.

Not even one night of peace. Scott thought to himself.

“Hey guys…I uh, gotta…” Scott started.
“Get to The Hub, we were expecting that special delivery tonight.” Eric chimed in.

“Oh right, I totally forgot you had mentioned that.” Jenny added as she motioned for him to leave.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry guys. We’ll have to finish this another time.” Scott said as he started off down the street. Then, when he was out of view, he ducked down a side street and then into an alley, where he stripped out of his civilian clothes and into the familiar garb of Icon, and within milliseconds, he was airborne, making a straight line to Little Ulster.
I'm going to be working on something soon, I was planning on doing it tonight after work, but I'm kinda wiped.
And the beginning of the end. Part one of the season finale for myself, Hound, and Ded is up.
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