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Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Glad to hear!

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@The Wild West I'll respond soon to the post and update the situation with the thugs, I was just gonna wait till @Sophrus updated with his char. After that we can move this scene along nicely~ :D

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Zach would appreciate the help though @Sophrus~

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Zach Kozel:
Denver Alley

The man didn't even try to avoid the punch, and Zach smiled brightly, happy with the small victory. He stepped backwards, celebrating internally before looking the man in the eyes. He didn't seem hurt in the least, as if he had been bit by a persistent mosquito. No pain, just contempt was held in the human trash's eyes.

"Fuck you, asshole!" called one of the thugs from behind. "Nobody hits Murderface!"

The crowbar collided with the back of Zach's head before he had time to turn towards the one who spoke. It didn't hurt, and truth be told it hadn't even touched skin. The crowbar wasn't deflected, but all of its momentum had stopped before it could harm Zach. The man suddenly fell back, dropping the crowbar in the process. The thug let out a cry of pain, his arms clearly damaged. It wasn't too surprising, as Zach's power seemed to stop momentum too fast for a normal human body to compensate for.

Zach reached down, picking up the crowbar as the thugs formed a circle around him. What had been four enemies had been effectively struck down to three, and Zach hadn't even started hitting yet. The thug he had turned his back on, as apart of the process of Zach grabbing a weapon looked visibly shook. He clearly did not believe what he had just seen, which was fair. Not every day did you see a young punk survive a lethal blow without a flinch.

The determined footfalls echoed down the alley as Zach approached the thug he had punched, rearing back his crowbar as he swung wildly for the head. The man ducked quickly, backing off to draw his pistol from his pants. The man quickly leveled the gun to shoot Zach in the chest, and the crack of the bullet echoed down the alley.

”I fucking hate people like you. Your kind, you dogs. You're less than human.”

A second shot rung out, and the sound of it ricocheting off metal was clearly heard. The sound was filtered by Zach's passenger so as to not hurt his ears. The boy rushed forward, clearly not impeded. He swung the crowbar again, hitting the towering thug in the hip. The men behind him had seemed to lose their will to fight, but the man in front of Zach lost his ability to walk. The man's hip bone was severely damaged, and the Zach didn't stop himself. He hit the man again after he fell to the ground, as a guttural scream of pain escaped from the lips of the garbage laid before him. The second hit shattered the man's hip bone. The third hit stuck the part of the crowbar normally for nail removal inside of the space between the lowest two ribs, and forced Zach to wrench it out. Blood had splattered across the alleyway in front of him, and across his face. His formerly clean hoodie was now stained. The screaming continued to escape the man's lips, and Zach turned back to the men behind him.

”Tell your friends” He said, trying his best to seem cool. His hands were shaking, and he looked more than a little terrified. I'm glad it was just these monkeys, I don't have to feel bad about hurting them He thought to himself, as one of the men who tried to kill him started to run.

The trash with the knife looked scared, maybe more scared of judgement by his peers than of Zach. He started to approach Zach, the knife held in a white-knuckle grip. Zach tilted his head in interest, not making a move to approach the man just yet. Screams of pain were still echoing down the alley, emanating from the man too unlucky to pass out.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@The Wild West Yo, me and the rest of the crew really appreciate the interest! Unfortunately ProPro is going to be gone for a bit, probably till Sunday. I hope you don't mind waiting, as your character is very intriguing and I am personally excited to see you accepted.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Ira Riese:
PRT Headquarters

Wandering eyes drew back to Tulpa, and Epsilon smiled slightly. The mask felt smooth in her hand, and distracted her as she glanced back at it. The material over the mouth seemed solid, but a porous material covered it, allowing air to move through it. From the side you could see through the material, and from the right angle you could probably see Epsilon's lips, though just barely. The light of the elevator was harsh, and kept her eyes low as she leaned back against the railing. A sigh escaped Epsilon's lips, and she slipped the mask back over her face.

Epsilon found her eyes on Tulpa again and watched the girl bite her lip as their eyes met for a moment. What was that? She wondered quietly, tilting her head slightly in interest. She watched Tulpa's face carefully, trying to read it from the odd angle she was at, but she couldn't distinguish much from the girls expression. Epsilon's eyes strayed and she studied her other teammates, all looking relatively normal. Do I look normal? Jesus, what does normal even look like? Her back straightened, and she didn't know what to do with her hands. They slipped into her pockets, and she started looking more anxious by the second.

Tulpa gasped, and Epsilon, again, found her attention on the newest Ward. She stumbled back, and grabbed the railing near her back. Epsilon hesitantly reached out a hand as if to help steady the older girl, but seemed to second guess herself, and brought her hand back to smooth her costume a bit. She, above all, was not inconspicuous. Epsilon's uncomfortable appearance seemed to reach a peak as she stared at the floor.

"Yes, we should follow Messiah's lead. If anybody has any preparations, make sure you do it now."

A soft shuffling sound emanated from Epsilon's direction as she quickly checked the belt she was wearing. She had her goggles, her parahuman identifier thingy, and-Shit. She didn't have her formula thingy. She had made a small batch of the chemical she had created that she used to nullify someone's powers, but she had left it in her room. She was gonna be absolutely useless in this fight, at least against a brute.

"'-We be doing this so close to the PRT?' New speaker. 'Do you doubt my orders? My power?' First guy again. 'No, but there's, like, ten capes in that building. We got twenty of us, and you boss, but you're the only one with powers.' Second guy again. 'How would you like me to make it nineteen of us?' Small crowd murmuring fear."

Sonar spoke, but his words were someone else s. Epsilon gasped in fear, looking surprised and scared. There were twenty of them? This was gonna be a tough fight, and Epsilon could hardly count on not getting injured. She glanced at the gun on her thigh, trying to hide the fear in her eyes. As he finished speaking the elevator doors opened, causing Sonar to leave the cramped elevator, the rest of the crew in tow.

As they left the elevator Epsilon quickly scanned the lobby, looking surprised by the civilians present. A few raised cameras to photograph them, and Epsilon turned away. This was gonna be all over the parahuman forums within the hour.

"Eyeblight,We're dealing with Eyeblight. They're beneath us in the flood drainage system!"

Sonar again, speaking into the Ward's communication device. Shit. Eyeblight was a tough cookie, this was gonna be a hard fight even discounting the twenty henchmen he supposedly had. Epsilon let herself fall to the back of the group as she tried to keep pace with the rest of the group. She didn't want to be part of the front lines, she wasn't resilient enough for that. Not in the least.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@ProPro After your next update I can control them, since this fight is gonna be long and drawn out. A invincible weakling vs 4 well built people with weapons, with maybe an intervention on @Sophrus part? Yeah here we go

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Zach Kozel:
Denver Alley

The black man he had noticed earlier stepped in front of him, towering over Zach menacingly. The human garbage before him spoke of tributes, and had the nerve to call Zach whitey. A breath escaped his lips, nervousness mixing with excitement. Today he didn't even need to look for the trash he was to take out. It had rolled up to him. Despite himself a smile flickered quickly across Zach's mouth. With slow, deliberate motions he reached behind his head, pulling his hood over his head. He glanced over his shoulder and saw three more of the thugs. Shit. To win this fight he would have to incapacitate three bags of human waste with just his fists.

He wouldn't end up hurt, unless he broke his hands, but this was gonna be exhausting. If only he could steal one of their weapons-God, that was actually his only choice right now. Zach made his decision, moving forward to punch the 'leader' in the stomach. It was a sloppy punch with barely enough force to knock the wind out of someone, and if he missed he was going to stumble for sure.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@Sophrus You could rewrite it slightly so that your char is watching the Community members about to attack Zach. Just a suggestion~

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@Lugubrious Yo my character (and every other ward) clearly don't like Margrave, but I absolutely love reading the IC posts for Margrave. It's actually hilarious, and wonderfully written~