Simple Unicycle

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

9:21 PM; January 9th, 2026
Alias' Warehouse; Hub City, Illinois

"I'm getting tired of asking, officer," Alias said in an almost sing-song tone as she again lowered the dirty cop into the oubliette, his arms the only thing visible as he dangled in the tiny room below the floor, too small to allow one to turn. "We're gonna leave you there until you decide that you're ready to speak," she said, moving away from the lever and limping towards Oscar.

"It's not torture, I'm not hurting him, so don't even say it," she said. "I just need a few more hours at most. You just need to wait a bit, Oscar."

Oscar quirked a brow under his mask at Shams. "I was just waiting for you to pull Bill out," he said, his tone carrying a hint of amusement. "Still. Not as, uh, bothered by the idea of torture as I was when we were partners. Sometimes it's the only way you can get information. So if we need to..."

Slowly, he tapped a foot on the oubliette's door. "This is a new addition. Guessing you put this in recently?"

Alias nodded. "I'm missing half an ear and I have a trench dug in my ribcage, Bill can wait until that's healed," she said, grabbing at her side immediately after mentioning it. "The oubliette is new, I dug it out myself. People would tip my chairs so I needed a way to keep them from getting anywhere. Next up is a water pump. That'll scare the shit out of people," she said, chuckling.

Alias hissed as she limped her way to a nearby table, resting herself on it and letting out a long breath. She looked at Question, her expression hidden in her mask. Her face lingered there for a long while before she exhaled with a "bah" noise and wandered over to a table covered with assorted tools.

"I'm depending on you, don't disappoint me like before," she said, pulling out a rag and thin brush to clean her pistol.

At that, Oscar scowled a bit. "Don't disappoint you, huh?" He walked over to the table, stopping just a few feet away from it. "Look, if you're talking about before... It was a transitional period. I'm better now. I'm being serious."

He could hardly remember those days if he had to be honest. Everything was a drug fueled haze as he slowly adjusted to the concoction, and to his new abilities. It wasn't easy, and by the time he had finally become something akin to the man he once was, she was already gone. It amazed him that she wasn't angry. Just "disappointed"... Knowing her, though, she was probably just using the word to mask how livid she was at him.

"I sure hope so," she muttered, holstering her gun and walking over to the oubliette lever. "No talking," she instructed Oscar as she lifted the hatch and pulled the man out of the pit, the loud noise of chain against chain echoing through the warehouse.

"You feeling talkative yet?"

"Yes! Yes! Just don't put me back in; the rats were biting at me and I couldn't do anything!"

Alias was amused. That was quick, maybe she needed to set up rat cages if they were so successful in getting information.

"Oh, well I'm glad, what do you have to say?

"He's... he's ready for you, he's planning to set up his partner, and he's using you as the gun. You and the Question. Then he's gonna kill you both in 'revenge'," the man confided with a weak voice.

"Hrm. No one ever said Fisher Brown was smart, I suppose." Oscar leaned down, his faceless visage just a few inches away from the officer's terrified face. "Anything else you want to tell us, or is that it? And for the record..." He pressed one of the buttons on his belt buckle, releasing a gas that appeared similar to the gas he so frequently used, though without any of the adhesive or hallucinogenic properties; this was merely a harmless vapor used for interrogation. "I know when you're lying."

"Yes, yes! That's everything I swear! I'm just a cop! He just wanted me to stay away! I'm not a part of it!"

"I don't think he's telling the truth Q, I think you should take a turn," she said almost giddily. This was one of the few times where she could calm down and just have some fun. Maybe she needed to calm down, but she could survive with just a few hours of leisure a week, and this served to get work done while also being fun, even if Oscar's presence made her mood a little... different.

Wordlessly, Oscar hauled the officer out of the oubliette by the collar. The vapor hung in the air, ominously, a few feet away from Oscar and the cop. "This gas is quite similar to the one that took my face. It will slowly melt your skin until it covers all your features. You'll be alive, however, very alive... You might think you're not able to breathe at first, but don't worry, you're still breathing. Your mouth is covered and all the noises you make will be muffled, but eventually you can speak again. You won't be able to see for a good, long time, but eventually you adjust to it. By that point, you've no hope of reversing the process. Your new face has settled."

Quickly, the Question brought the cop's face mere inches away from the gas. "Do you want to try it?"

"No please!" the cop screamed, pulling and kicking at the Question. His hands clawed at the masked man's wrists as he desperately tried to free himself. "They're waiting for you downtown, near the Colombo Building! Don't! I've told you everything! I swear! I swear to you!" the man wept, his voice cracking and going hoarse out of fear.

Alias was unsure. He seemed genuinely afraid, but afraid enough to tell the truth? Maybe, maybe not; she couldn't tell. She was impressed though, she didn't think Oscar had this in him. Usually he was rather flat-footed when it came to interrogation, perhaps he was dependent on her back then. Being alone had seemingly done him some good, and it made Alias wonder if he was thinking the same.

The fact that the cop was pissing himself right in front of her was all she needed to see to feel a little bit impressed with Oscar's progress. Maybe he was telling the truth. Of course she wouldn't bet on it.

"Alright, I think he's telling the truth, you can let him go, Q."

Question pulled the man away from the gas, dropping him to the floor. "There we go. Now we know you're not lying." He crouched down, looking down at the officer on the floor and noting the large wet spot on his pants. "Only a fool would keep secrets on the verge of disfiguration. Put a man in danger, you find out who he really is. And you? You're a low level thug who knows nothing." He grabbed the man and pulled him up, then stuck him into the gas.

"But you were never in any danger. As superstitous as you are cowardly. Taking everything you're told at face value. I'm sure your employer told you that you were going to make it with this, right? That this was going to be what put you in the big leagues. No more arresting small time rivals or getting rid of evidence, this'd make you the big dog, you were gonna be the next commissioner or hell, even the chief! ... But you were never going to be."

Question dropped the man again. "Take this word of advice: don't work for a crook in our city again. Be an honest cop. If I find out you're under another crook's payroll after this, then next time... Next time I might really take your face." With his little spiel done, Question kicked the cop in the head, knocking him out. He released a sigh...

Oscar turned back to Alias. "Did I do better than you expected?"

Alias let out a "hmmph", and said "I guess you have changed at least a bit. You got it done in half the time it would have taken me, so I suppose I have to be impressed.

"But," she interjected. "That's only half the job done, let's get moving, the day's nearly done."

She began limping towards the unconscious police officer, groaning loudly as she tossed him over her shoulder. Then she began to limp away, gesturing for Oscar to follow her.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Here's a fun little question for y'all (Now I've said y'all a texan girl I know is on her way to murder me, as she told me never to say it again. So you better answer fast before she gets me).

If you could air your own superhero show (live action), about a character who has not recently had their own TV series who would you choose? Who would you cast (either as the main character or do the whole cast if you're feeling adventerous) and who would your season one big bad be?

I'll post my reply in the morning my lovelies.

@Sep

Time to whip out that Question TV show pitch I've been saving for when I become big time television man.

But really, I'd love to see a TV show about the Question. Put it on one of those premium channels like Showtime or HBO so they don't have to censor anything, cast Damian Lewis as the Question (just check out this NBC show called Life where Damian Lewis basically played the exact same kind of character), and make it an adaptation of the O'Neil series. Season one would adapt the first volume or so, with the big bad being the evil Reverend dude from the first four issues. Boom.

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I've started on a new, very different kind of post after @Byrd Man talked me out of tendering my Bat-resignation. That said, bear with me, as it'll take time to put together.

The only reason I mention this at all is due to tomorrow technically being my two weeks. While I know I've no right to ask, I would really appreciate it if I could be given a chance to keep the character and not have anyone else apply while I formulate this post.

If nothing's seen from me by Wednesday, I will all but encourage a successor to step in. But I aim to give it the old college try, especially after nearly hanging it up.

@Master Bruce

Shit boy if that post's not in by Wednesday I'm snagging up the cape and cowl.

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also has anyone else noticed that uou looks a lot like an uwu face??

@Superboy

@Master Bruce Remove this man from the RP.

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I'm mostly just waiting for Doc to post again so we can continue our crossover. I've been itching to get this out of the way and move onto the Question.

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

10:44 PM; February 5th, 2026
My Alibi Night Club; Gotham City, New Jersey
'Well, Hood handed the reigns back to me at the worst time... Again.'
"Quite a thrill ride, his exploits... A marvelous sight to behold."

When David regained control of his body, he found himself with his back against an overturned metal table, an SMG in his hands and a pistol in his shoulder holster. Bullets struck the table, jolting it forward inch by inch. A body was next to him, head ripped apart like a blossoming flower. No doubt, it was Hood's doing. Realizing that he wasn't in the best situation, David checked the magazine in the SMG and took in a deep breath, only one thought running through his head...

'Here we go again...'

He waited for a lull in the gunfire. As he did, he could hear the blaring music from a room over trickling in, as if getting louder in anticipation of his attack. After a few moments, the rain of bullets stopped, and he was sure he heard a faint "fuck, I'm out" from one of the men on the other side of the room. Taking his chance, David vaulted over the table, feeling his reflexes kick in and slow his perception of time. He fired off one shot, two shots, three shots at the group of seventeen men, taking out three of them. 'Three down, fourteen to go.'

He ran towards the wall on the left, narrowly dodging bullets along the way, before he jumped on top of a table and then leapt feet first towards the wall. Using the wall as a springboard, he flung himself across the room and took in a deep breath. Time slowed around him, allowing him to shoot another man down before a bullet grazed his leg, making him flinch in pain and tumble to the ground, thankfully coming to a stop behind another table. 'Four down.'

David shouted from behind his cover to the thugs. "Hey guys, if you're thinking about surrendering, you can! It'd just be a bit disappointing!" The only response he got was a barrage of bullets to his cover. He grinned. "I'm gonna take that as a no!" With that, he rolled out of cover, spraying and praying to take out as many as he could. He heard the click of an empty gun after managing to take out the remaining thugs with guns; the last nine all carried jians. Dave didn't recognize the swords, instead mistaking them for...

"Katanas? Fellas, you're a long way from Tokyo." This seemed to make them angry, as one ran towards David, attempting to plunge the sword through his chest. David easily sidestepped the stab and tripped the swordsman up, before stomping on the back of his head and knocking him out. Picking up the sword, David twirled it in his hand. "Alright, you wanna get nuts? Well c'mon then! Let's get nuts!"

The remaining eight men all ran towards David with their swords pointed outwards, all in an attempt to skewer him. In response, David jumped up onto one of the men's swords, kicking him in the face and spinning back around to stab one of the men in the throat. "One, two!" He ducked below a swing aimed at his back, elbowing the man in the gut and then flipping him over onto the ground, where he met a boot to the face. "Three!"

David parried a blow aimed at his head, pulling his pistol from its holster and firing two shots to the man's torso. "Four!" He rolled backwards, away from one of the swordsmen who attempted to attack from the side, then fired a round into the man's head. Still on the ground, David spun around whilst swinging the sword, chopping deep into a thug's leg, then pulling the sword out. "Five, six!"

He jumped up onto his feet, and ran towards one of the last two swordsmen. The man raised his sword to block a strike that wouldn't come; David stopped short and fired at the man's gun hand, making him drop the jian with a shout of pain, before David continued to sprint towards him. He sprung up, delivering a hard drop kick to the man's face. "Seven!"

David stood over the defeated man, hearing a scream from the last swordsman as he ran towards David in an attempt to skewer him through the back. In response David simply spun around and delivered a bullet to the man's kneecap, making him tumble to the ground. David knocked him into unconsciousness with a hard kick to the nose. "Eight. Jackpot." David dusted off his jacket, chuckling. "Without a scratch too! Flawless!" He threw the sword to the ground, where it sprung back up, the hilt banging him right in the shin and causing him to wince and hiss slightly in pain. "... Well, almost."

He turned around at the sound of a man groaning, seeing the one whose leg got chopped up groaning on the ground and clutching his wound. "Hey jackass! Who do you work for?" The only response David got was a loogie to the face. "Well that was just disrespectful. How about this?" David wiped the spit off, then stomped on the man's wounded leg. The man screamed. "Now, who do you work for?"

"Fuck... You!"

David stomped harder. "Answer me, and I stop."

"I... I work for the Golden Dragon Triad!"

"What interest do they have in this place? Why'd you guys come to rob it?"

"An ancient sword is here! Stolen by our rivals, the Punchinello Family! We were coming to get it back, and get some more in the process!"

"And where'd you take it? To your headquarters? Where is that?"

"I'll never tell you!"

"I think you will."

When Dave was finished with the man he was a babbling, tear stained mess of a man. But he got the information out of him. The Golden Dragon Triad are based out of a tea house, The Blossoming Rose. He'd have to head there tomorrow night; he had work in the morning, and he was beat right now. As he walked out to his motorcycle, he rolled his shoulders, only to wince in pain. "Shit... Hood, what happened to my shoulder?"

"We got shot."

"Of course we did. I'll get it out when we get home."

David rode off into the night, heading home.

Heroes Reborn: Year Six (OPEN)

11:34 PM; February 12th, 2026
344 Clinton Street, Room 237; Metropolis, Delaware
'I feel like I need to leave but... I can't leave Marilyn.'

Stacy wakes up at the sound of soft sobbing in the next room. She pulls herself out of bed, tiptoeing to the door and cracking it open slowly. Peeking out, she sees nothing but a faint light from the kitchen, Marilyn's shadow playing along the walls. Carefully, Stacy pushes the door open, her socks masking her footsteps as she walks towards the kitchen. There, she sees Marilyn, sitting at the dinner table and holding a picture to her chest, tears streaming down her face. "... Marilyn? Are you okay?"

At the sound of Stacy's voice, Marilyn freezes, before turning to her. She sets the picture down on the table, wiping her eyes. After a moment, she manages to speak, despite still being choked up. "Stacy? What are you doing out of bed?"

The younger girl walks closer, getting into the chair across from Marilyn. "I heard you crying. Are you okay?"

Marilyn sniffles a bit and wipes her glasses, before putting on a smile. "Yeah. I'm okay, sweetheart."

"But you were crying."

"I'm just... Remembering."

"Remembering what?"

"My... My husband. And my son." Marilyn picks up the picture, handing it to Stacy. Taking a look at it, Stacy sees that the picture is of Marilyn with a man and a boy only a bit older than Stacy. Marilyn is obviously younger, looking to be in her mid 30s, and looks far thinner. The man next to her looks to be in his late 30s, with a bushy black beard and short black hair contrasting with Marilyn's long red curls. The boy looks similar to the both of them, with his mother's blue eyes and his father's black hair. They all smile at the camera.

Taking in a deep breath, Marilyn smiles forlornly at the picture, then looks at Stacy. The girl furrows her brow in confusion. "Where are they?"

"They... They died. Six years ago now... Today my little Johnny would've been 22."

Stacy continues to look at the picture, a name ringing through her head when looking at the late boy. David... Who is that? When she thinks of the name she feels a motherly love, but also crushing sadness. She's never met a David before in her life. Has she? Still, the longer she looks at the boy in the picture, the sadder she feels, and before she knows it she's shedding tears of her own.

She passes the picture frame back to Marilyn, who sets it upright on the table and continues to look at it before beginning to cry again. Wordlessly, Stacy stands up and walks over to Marilyn, wrapping her arms around the older woman and squeezing tightly. Marilyn returns the gesture, hugging Stacy closely. After several minutes, the two finally part, and Marilyn smiles at the younger girl. "Thank you."

Stacy lets her smile speak for her.

Ultimate One Universe: Season Two

Since MB posted a photo of his costume, here's ya boi Uni dressed as discount Question from Watchmen, with his aunt and cousin. Two people actually recognized who I was supposed to be which actually made my night.

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(Yes, my cousin is in a Fortnite costume. I hate it as much as the rest of you.)

Also, it is fucking impossible to see out of that mask.

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Remember that whole strict religious upbringing lol

@Lord Wraith

You poor, poor man.

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I've never been trick or treating or particularly celebrated Hallowe'en.

@Lord Wraith

What the fuck are you