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Current Szechuan McNugget sauce. I want to try it.
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Fly home buddy. I work alone.
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If 93% of conversation is nonverbal, why don't more people shut up?
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Legend says, if you hold your ear to a conch shell, you'll hear a conch shell.
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Well, I guess since there are some unranked people, I at least won't start off in dead last... wait... am I the only one without powers...? Or without legit training...? Oh boy...

So how are we going to bring everyone together? Or is there going to be 2-4 groups of heroes? Just wanted to know a couple more plans.
@SpookySquid wanted to ask, do I still got those 2 surgical knifes I got from the operation table or...that didn't count?


Let's assume they were confiscated before he was thrown into the prison.
Added a description of my character's "costume." Also decided to not have his multitude of siblings aware of him being a hero.
"Look, tadpole, as long as you're in the ring-" Marcus was interrupted as the mutant polar tiger grasped his throat and picked him up.

"Why don't you step aside?" suggested the mutant tiger.

"You son of a bitch!" shouted the mutant wolf. "It's your fault that my brothers are dead! I'll rip you to shreds!"

The mutant wolf roared and hurtled towards The Master, who was more than ready. Suddenly, the sound of a gun firing rang out and a bullet landed in between The Master and the mutant wolf. The mutant wolf backed up, snarling. The tiger mutant dropped Marcus.

Knife Teeth was standing with a revolver pointed at the wolf mutant. "If you want to fight," he said, "take the red knife and carve your name over the bed of the person you want to sort things out with."

The wolf, annoyed, quickly jogged away. A few moments later, he emerged up on the stage, grasped a knife and vanished. Knife Teeth followed him. A minute later, the wolf mutant returned to the tiger and polar bear mutant who nodded and walked away.

Knife Teeth reemerged. "It is done. The two will fight at noon tomorrow. It will be a fight to the death. No weapons. Only fist and claw. You can not refuse, tadpole."

Knife Teeth and his guards opened a door behind them and went into a room soundlessly. A few people murmured. Marcus rubbed his neck. "Well, those are basically the rules. No weapons. Fight to the death. All that fun stuff. Say, do you have any-" Marcus was interrupted by a figure.

"Marcus," it was the Dark One, "let us be."

Marcus nodded vigorously, readjusted his baseball cap, and left.

The Dark One's skin was somewhere between pitch black and a dark, swirling purple. His eyes glowed mystifyingly. "I work with Knife Teeth. In case of death, I'll need your name, list of belongings, and other titles. Also, relatives, things like that."

He leaned towards The Master, "They'll ask for your real name. I suggest you not announce yourself as 'The Master.' Or else they'll default to tadpole. Also, you have a visitor, so please come with me."

The Dark One approached the gate, which opened, and gestured for The Master to follow him. The Master could see two armed guards and another figure near the fence.
Night everyone. Going to bed for now


same
Both of the B Classes are really high up. At least there are some people who are unranked.

Also was thinking of him not telling his siblings that he is a hero... I think that would make things more interesting.
I just realized I have the only Class C character. Well, at least so far.


THEME SONG :D

Appearance
Interested! I'll post a CS soon. And by soon, I mean now. And by now, I mean this is sort of a rough draft.

Hero Name: Mrs. Pickles

Hero Rank: C-Class, #388

Appearance: Mrs. Pickles is a 6'7" tall guy with messy blond hair and blue eyes. He is physically fit, but not overly muscular.

Name: Clarence

Personality: Clarence likes to think things through before doing them, and excels at finding all the possible options. However, under pressure, he doesn't always pick the right one. He's very smart, and a border line genius, but not exactly the next Einstein. He's pretty unlucky, which leads to him being fairly pessimistic. He only really cares about his younger siblings, but even their importance occasionally comes in second place on Saturday nights, when Clarence goes out to drink. Then, alcohol is his only care until he drunkenly stumbles home.

Brief History: The oldest of twelve children, 22 year old Clarence wasn't exactly living the good life. When he was eighteen, the day before he was going to go to college, Clarence's mother and father both died in a car crash. He stayed at home and provided for his eleven siblings, getting a job at a gas station, realizing this wasn't enough, Clarence hunted around for jobs. One night, a couple of weeks ago, Clarence got drunk and jokingly signed up for the hero program as Mrs. Pickles, the name of the deceased family cat. A couple of days later, at the exams, Clarence preformed decently in the physical exams. He did fairly well in the written exams though, not because he had the brain of a hero or agreed with everything that he said, but because he was pretty good at guessing what they wanted him to say.

Now that he is a hero, he does it for the money and the money alone. He meets the quota for doing a heroic act each Friday and that's pretty much it, but if he sees an opportunity to do another one, he'll probably take it unless it seems too dangerous or he did something the day before. Since he's only been a hero for four weeks, these heroic acts have consisted of helping find a small child in a super market, getting a cat out of a tree, and helping two elderly women cross the street.

Abilities:

He's smart and stuff. Works out. Carries a hunting rifle and swiss army knife around, just in case. Can he do anything else? No. No he can't. But he's got the best motivator of all for doing this job. Money. Oh also, he took some boxing lessons from a family friend for a few months. I don't know if that's important. He wasn't bad at boxing, and basic punching and kicking is pretty much his fighting style.

Skills/Combos:

Above Average Intelligence
He's pretty smart. Plays a mean game of chess.

Sense of Humor
He has a pretty good sense of humor. This actually helps him remain calm in even the most stressful of situations.

Probability Master
Is very good at determining an events probability. To one decimal place. With a 2% margin of error. Usually.

Dental Knowledge
Since Clarence always wanted to be a dentist, he knows a lot about teeth. Well, more than the next guy.

Knife to Meet You
Clarence carries a swiss army knife in his pocket at all times. His dad gave it to him as a birthday present once. He modified it to have some other functions, but it primarily has a fork, spoon, corkscrew, scissors, bottle opener, screwdriver, light, cuticle pusher, magnifying glass, whistle, orange peeler, wire stripper, retractable pen, tweezers, and toothpick. There are three blades on it, one small, one large, and one serrated.

Decent Shot
Decent shot with his dad's old hunting rifle.

Driving
He drives the families only car, a blue minivan. He's a pretty good driver, if he does say so himself. And he does.

Mom's Enchanted Box
A 1 x 1 x 1 wooden box that is apparently magical. He keeps it in his car, and each time it's opened, a random item comes out. However, Clarence has no control of what item comes out, making it pretty much useless. No, it doesn't have any pattern. No, it's not ever going to be helpful.

Possible Goals?: Go to college and get enough money to provide for his eleven siblings: Carl (2), Cameron (4), Chris (6), Chuck (7), Collin and Cynthia (the twins, 10), Cecelia (11), Chloe (13), Courtney (15), Catherine (18), and Dave (19). Also, stay alive.

Other: Has gotten a parking ticket and has been arrested once for public urination, so he doesn't really have a great reputation with the police.
Marcus turned around. "Oh, those mutants that came in with you? No, no. They haven't. Probably not even sure how to do it... say, why are they coming over here? Woah, they seem pissed, tadpole..."

The Master looked for escape routes. He could run back up the stairs or hide in the crowd to avoid the trio, and he could probably bust out of the prison if he wanted to. The main gate would require too much force to break down, but he remembered seeing a grated window that seemed pretty old. Perhaps he could bust that down. But then there were the guards at the perimeter, who would probably shoot him if he tried to run. Plus, he was able to hear the sound of engines in the distance meaning that they likely had a jeep or some other vehicle (or vehicles) patrolling the perimeter.

The three mutants were closing in. He could either make a break for it, or see if the fighting rules were true.
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