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Added this rough sketch I did to Pheonix's CS, I think it's a good example.

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The bank is probably hitting the news very soon if not already considering the city police will soon be on the scene and there are bystanders getting eyefuls of the firefight and such going on inside the bank.

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Pheonix, Wentworth Bank

"Fire!" shouted one of the guards, to which Pheonix replied amid the gunfire, "Two." He had to admit as the bullets poured towards them and slowed in the force field, he felt a twinge of fear that perhaps his brother wouldn't be able to stop them all. Still, he held firm, relaxing when the guards ran out of ammo in their rifles and Finn let the rounds fall to the ground. "Have at 'em," rang in Michael's ears as he grinned under his mask, "One..."

For a moment, the guards stood there, stunned by the display as Finn went on to do his thing and deal with the vault as Pheonix finally roared, "Zero!" He sucked in a deep breath, tightened his grip on the blades, and exhaled forcefully as he swept his leg threw the air, sending a torrent of flames rushing towards the guards. As they withdrew to shield themselves from the oncoming heat, Pheonix charged towards the leftmost guard, planning his assault as he went.

The flames dissipated before they hit the guards but the idea wasn't to burn them alive, no, Mikey had better plans for them as he burst through the torrent, slicing the guard's hands off with one blade while bringing the other up between the man's legs, scorching a path through the groin and most of the abdomen. The poor bastard screamed like a woman as the combination of searing hot burns and pure pain reached his brain, Pheonix pulling the condensed plasma from the guard's abdomen, quickly charging towards the next guard in line.

He suffered a similar fate, having been utterly stunned by the incredible viciousness of Pheonix's assault on his comrade. As his own severed hands fell to the floor, Michael simply continued running, dragging the blade through the man's abdomen and back, entrails spilling out as the guard collapsed.

The middle man and leader had the sense to start to reload, releasing the magazine from his rifle and reach for another on his chest, but Pheonix was simply moving too fast. The guard tried to stop the first blade with his rifle, and it did slow it down temporarily, but Michael simply set the second blade up the man's groin and abdomen as he had the other two, his first blade quickly melting its way through the metal and slicing off the guard's right arm. The man yelled in agony as Pheonix brought the blade further up his abdomen, embedding it deep in his chest. Michael would've spared the man such pain but his colleagues had reloaded, and clearly had no qualms about opening fire on their leader, probably motivated by an intense fear and desire to kill Pheonix before he got them.

Michael callously used the guard's body with its kevlar armor to absorb most of the rounds, clenching his jaw as two of the rounds managed to graze his right calf and shoulder. He roared, "Now you've gone and pissed me off!" as he withdrew the blade from the leader's chest and charged the last two guards.

They started to go for their pistols but it was already too late for the first man, who promptly had his head simply sliced off, the body slumping to the ground as the head rolled. The last man hurried brought the pistol up, his hands shaking as he aimed it at Pheonix, "Stop! We can work this out, man! I've got a family for fuck's sake!"

Michael chuckled as he walked towards his final enemy, "You should've thought about what I said before shooting at me and my brother." The panicked man fired a few shots but his shaky aim only helped Pheonix to casually melt the few rounds that came near him and then slice the man's arms off at the elbows. He fell to his knees as the pain and shock overwhelmed him, "Why?!"

"Why the hell not?" asked Pheonix as he brought his hands above his head, combining the two blades into a single ultra-hot katana. Michael sent the blade burning through the air at the man's neck, yet he felt it slowing, as if moving against force, until he was stuck forcing his entire weight against a blade that wouldn't budge just inches from the guard's neck, "What... the... hell?!"

A voice called out, rather weakly and feminine, "S-top! Surr-ender!" Michael looked towards the entrance of the bank, his eyes coming to rest on some white bitch in green sweatpants and a sweatshirt. She was noticeably strained and kneeling, her arms looking as if they were holding up his blade, as she continued, "Stop... criminal!"

"Who the fuck are you?" called out Michael as he continued pressing his weight into the blade, determined to kill the guard who had shot him. The reply was simple, "Officer... Collins..." Something clicked in his head, a reference he'd heard somewhere in a crowd, about a police officer who had powers too. He relaxed and pulled the blade away the man's neck, "Oh, I'm sorry Officer, I surrender."

Officer Collins breathed a sigh of relief as the stress of trying to hold the plasma at bay was released, but she remained on guard as she pulled her pistol from her waistband, aiming it at Pheonix, "Get on the ground!"

"Absolutely, mam, but first..." The katana of plasma shortened as another blade appeared in Pheonix's other hand, this one piercing the man's forehead. He chuckled at his little deception as Collins yelled, "No!" and opened fire. She emptied her magazine but Pheonix casually cut the bullets in mid-air, "You're gonna have to try better than that, Officer Bitch."

Elizabeth growled as rage flooded her mind, "Have it your way, scumbag." She returned the pistol to her waist and cracked her knuckles. Pheonix simply laughed at this, "You're gonna fight with your fists?" He was answered as she punched straight ahead in the air, her muscles connecting with her mind to send a burst of telekinetic force into his chest, throwing him backwards into the wall.

Coughing as he slid to the floor, his blades gone from his broken concentration, Pheonix muttered under his breath, "Ok... That was better... Get this shit done fast, Finn..." The black-clothed man shakily got to his feet before forming two more blades of plasma and roaring as he heard police sirens in the distance, "You want a fight?! I'll give you a fight!!"

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Consequently should keep it open to new players in case some current ones don't show at all. I'm working on a post now, I'm kind of thinking that perhaps Pheonix can throw the blades and retrieve them like Jedi do with their lightsabers, since the blades are essentially fire and he manipulates fire, would give him some ranged combat ability beyond taking one of the guard's rifles.

Maybe I'll save that idea for later on.

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I don't really know what the standard is for waiting here.

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Alright, makes sense. I don't think jobs like this will be common for the Executioner as an aside.

Well, betelgeuse, it's up to you if you want to press the heist onward. Ocean will probably become involved with his police scanner app eventually.

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*prods* Wisp might be able to get in on the heist action with the police involvement now.

And yes, that is the song I was referencing.

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Such post, wow.

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Pheonix, Wentworth Bank

"Yeah, yeah, don't hurt anyone." Michael rolled his eyes as Finn stepped away from him, muttering, "We'll see how long that lasts." He had to admit as they walked in, this bank was pretty spiffy and impressive, no doubt it held quite the amount of cash and other valuables. And clearly just an piss-poorly guarded as most banks, considering the terrible excuse for guards that Finn trolled, causing Michael to burst out in laughter as his excitement built, "God damn you're cheesy, Pulse."

Pheonix casually walked beside Finn, letting the man deal with the situation and hand out the orders until the double doors burst open, surprising Mikey as he whispered to Finn, "Have we just been set up?" Despite his quiet concerns, Pheonix took a few steps forward before stopping and roaring at the guards, "Alright, I'm going to give you guys three seconds to put your weapons on the ground before I come for you. And I'm not going to kill you, no, I'm going to cut your fucking cocks off." He drew in a deep breath, crossed his arms, and then threw them down to his sides, spewing flames from his hands that swirled and condensed into two short sword-sized beams of plasma, "Three..."

Executioner

Angry did not even begin to describe Malcolm's mood as the truck swerved and came to an abrupt halt. Flannigan gripped his rifle as he shouted, "Who the hell are you?" Meanwhile, Henry spoke quietly as he pressed his finger in his ear, his words being relayed to those inside the truck through his earbud, "We got a crazy son of a bitch in a ridiculous costume."

In the back of the truck, Damion repeated Henry's words, causing the Executioner to order, "Tell them open fire. The rest of you, get the fuck out and help them. Stall him as long as possible. And close the damn doors behind you." The trio clutched their rifles to their chest and kicked open the back doors as they piled out, Damion quickly shutting them once all three were out. For the few moments the doors were open, the Executioner stared at the crazy bastard in the middle of the street, resting his enormous armored arms on his knees.

Almost immediately, Malcolm heard the sounds of five rifles going off, and got to work. Grabbing the briefcase, he popped the simple latches off and opened it, revealing a single flash drive sitting in the middle. "Interesting... All this for a little bit of circuitry," said Malcolm as he picked up the drive, examining it for a moment before stashing it in the empty mag he'd used earlier, taking two rounds from another mag to put into the empty one, then returning both to the webbing on his armor.

Outside, the sounds of screams and more gunfire erupted, but the Executioner couldn't give less of a damn about the five guards as he pulled out some C4 and rigged it to two of his detonators, placing the plastic explosives inside the briefcase and shutting it, "A surprise for our new friend..." The shouting and gunfire stopped as Malcolm put the detonators back in their pouches. Picking the briefcase and his rifle up, the Executioner kicked open the doors and hopped down, "You might want to listen to what I've got to say, friend..."

Officer Collins

Collins had continued listening to her sister complain as she ran on the treadmill until her phone lit up, sounding off a loud alert. Muttering, "Sorry, sis, I've got work to do," Collins hang up on her sister and tapped the phone's screen, a robotic voice speaking into her ear, "Bank robbery reported at Wentsworth Bank, all units report immediately, two masked suspects clad in all-black, one wearing "gay fishnet," the other wearing "a stupid ninja costume," presumed to be extremely dangerous regardless, hostages inside."

Elizabeth almost immediately mentally dropped the weights and ran out of the gym, fumbling with her keys before quickly getting into her rusty car. She had to slam the door to get it to shut all the way before turning the car on and opening her glove box, pulling out a pistol. Before she took off, she threw a police light onto the hood of her car and began the trek to the bank, moving as quickly as she could considering she didn't have her cruiser or its siren, grumbling, "Of all times I'm needed, I have this piece of junk... Move, bitch, get out the way!!"

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If you post tonight betelgeuse I can update all three of my characters at the same time. Robbing the bank will probably get the police involved, thus involving Collins and probably Wisp. Might draw in Ocean as well. Executioner can deal with Black Jack as well, and of course, Pheonix is helping Finn.