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Konstantin Salazar
The Wanderer
The Wanderer
Interaction: Jackpot, Picture Perfect, High Volt
Konstantin squinted at the assembled heroes, taking note of who they were as well as their respective body languages. It seemed that they were having an impromptu gathering in front of this pizzeria, perhaps because superheroes really had a thing for pizza, or someone had called up a meeting for one reason or another. That latter option seemed to be rather unlikely though, as none of them seemed particularly interested in sticking around. Hi-Volt looked a bit awkwardly at him, straight up telling him that she's just gonna go. Or something to that effect.
"Oh, okay. That's fine," Konstantin said to her, tipping his hat to the other hero, if he could really be called one as well. "We all have a duty to fulfill, patrols to do. I for one, however, need to hear some gossip over a slice of pizza and a cup of tea."
He turned towards Jackpot, looking at him from head to toe. Konstantin took note of the fact that both Jackpot and Picture Perfect were also social media influencers on top of being superheroes… he found that a bit funny, honestly.
There was another man that seemed to come out of nowhere, asking if he was interrupting anything. “Not really, unless you’re a superhero too. Then this really turning out to be a good day for me.”
"Yes," Konstantin replied. "That I am… you're Jackpot, aren't you?"
He held out his hand, his cerulean eyes looking right into the other hero's soul. "I'm Wanderer. I make portals like the local wizard, Doctor Strange, though we're quite different. Anyway, we got any bad guy dens to hit, or are we merely relaxing as of now?"
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Alfred Gunther/The Frostbite
Never One...
Without the Other
With the ball and one cuff gone, Kailani forced herself to merely bite the other cuff, carefully and regretfully avoiding skin. She patted Körbl’s leg before crawling further down the table, to Alfred. With him it was even easier - harder to control - as she grabbed his leg to bring up to her mouth.
She licked his ankle briefly.
The primordial Frostbite cringed at the sight and sensation of the alien woman licking the ankle of its host, almost bursting into a transformation right then and there at the perceived offense. "How barbaric. Even now she wants to eat your feet, and then everything else in this godsforsaken place. Ew."
Alfred quietly grumbled at the ancient spirit, rolling his eyes. The Frostbite's complaints were certainly wasn't helping the situation he was having down there. "Frosty, don't make it weirder than it already is. It's not like she's a vore enthusiast. Just constantly hungry with that insatiable alien... um, hunger. She can't help it, okay?"
"Damn thing ate its own siblings..."
"It's nature, get over it. You're literally part of nature!"
His thoughts would soon be interrupted though, as the distraction from Ameliya and Iris erupted into all new explosive heights, while Kailani revealed her true form. A gigantic elephant... dragon thing. Whatever she was, she is a xeno, a stranger to this world. An alien with alien thought patterns...
Huge claws clung to the balcony, the whole structure shuddering from the weight - and as some turned to begin firing uselessly on the alien, as screams and shouted commands and even excited cheers were beginning to break out, Kailani bit down on the balcony and shook her head like a dog to a bone.
And now, things were getting even spicier. They were supposed to escape later tonight, but the cat, no, the alien was out of the bag, and at this rate, there was simply no way they could delay the great escape. It was now or never.
Frostbite spoke, entreating for a long yearned transformation.
"Shall we?"
"I suppose..."
Alfred was engulfed in a torrent of cold wind, defying all mortal laws as the temperature within the cafeteria dropped by several degrees. His eyes glowed with an azure shimmer, and for a few moments, it was as if he disappeared inside the brewing winterstorm...
Then it emerged. A pair of icy wings sprung out of the spot where Alfred Gunther had been sitting, then an avian head with a single glowing horn forged from deathly frost. The mist quickly dissipated, revealing a phoenix of ice with a pair of glowing, blue eyes. It roared with a chilling shriek, a harbinger of the winter itself arising from its mortal to avenge ancient wrongs.
For now, though, it breathed forth a conical blast of ice towards the remnants of the balcony that still clung upon the side of the wall, blocking off access to the cafeteria from above.
It looked around. The guard that had previously given Alfred his spicy noodles was aiming at Kailani with her pistol, visibly shuddering with total fear as the alien creature started devouring her comrades. This was one life that the Frostbite was keen to spare from this ensuing chaos, and so it flew towards the guard, landing in front of her with wings blocking any peering eyes from the increasingly riotous cafeteria.
"Get out of here," the phoenix said in a voice that sounded like a chorus of twenty. "Your life isn't worth minimum wage. Please?"
Marie paused for a moment, then turned and fled through the nearby sidedoor... which Frostbite immediately blasted with frost to prevent anyone of the unruly prisoners from following her. For now, at least.
He may be an ancient. He may have eternal grudges, but the Frostbite used to be a defender of humanity, and there would still be a small spark of that old conviction in its cold, lightless heart.
Shiloh Asura, the Wraith
Corvus Rodin Helstrom, the Arclight
Corvus Rodin Helstrom, the Arclight
“Enough. I have all I need,” Shi’a said.
He turned to leave after breaking the restraints that held the Tracksuits. “I will let you live this time, but one more screw up and I will feast on your souls. Go back to the Kingpin and tell him why you failed.”
Without a sound Shi’a was gone. The police officers would begin to wake a few minutes later. He was sure they would be a report made on what happened, but what was a return without a little fun?
Corvus, at the same time, snuck away from the old auto shop that had served as a drug den, if only for a short while, and trudged upon the thick snow drifts that had come to afflict this particular alley. There was a narrow path that appeared to have been shoveled, perhaps last night, but it too was starting to get filled up with snow. He quickly headed out, and soon, he was in another building, scoped rifle pointed at the streets below to look out for future threats.
On the snow, there would be footprints, but there was little time before these too got covered up by the new snowfall from the skies. Perhaps these are more than enough…?
Shi’a wasted no time scouring the auto shop for any sign of the intruders. This ArcLight was a nuisance to his boss and Shi’a would have to see what all the fuss was about. When there was no sign, Shi’a returned to the street and looked at the small auto shop. It didn’t take long for him to locate footprints in the snow ridden alley near the auto shop. Perhaps his prey was watching. Shi’a, still in his wraith form, released a loud and intense wail that collided with the auto shop. The metal beams and brick walls struggled to remain still against the force of the sound, but nothing could withstand the power of sound. The beams began to snap, and bricks began crumbling as the wail intensified until the building collapsed. Thankfully with no one inside. Any within the vicinity would find it hard to concentrate and be disoriented after the ear piercing wail. Shi’a floated in place for a moment allowing the cold snow to fall onto his form. He moved just in frame of Corvus’ scope.
Corvus paused. He examined this strange wraithlike being through his scope, taking note that he had shifted from a human to a… ghost, wraith thing. Seeing him now, though, pretty much confirmed all he needed to know. This was Shi'a Asura, one of the assassins in service of Kingpin. A bad guy.
The scoped rifle shimmered with a golden glow, pulsating with powerful mutant energy. This was a chance that he may never get again… take out the right hand of the big man himself. And, then perhaps, draw out the Kingpin later on.
Corvus wasn't a slayer, for the most part, at least. But for this one, he'll have to make an exception.
The crack of a rifle shot filled the air, with the bullet letting out a stream of yellow light as a testament to its enhanced state… and it missed by just an inch. The wall right in front of Shi'a, though, exploded in a smattering of shattered brick. That blow was powerful enough to have pierced the armor of an armored personnel carrier, and certainly would have killed a normal human. But this enemy was no human…
Pieces of brick flew up and struck Shi’a in the shoulder before falling to the ground. The explosion had sent dust and debris all over, but Shi’a remained still, hovering, unphased by the attempt on his life. Someone had targeted him. No doubt it was the one responsible for the mess earlier, the one who had become a thorn in his father’s side. Shi’a gazed in the direction the shot had come from. The light had vanished as quickly as it had come, nearly half a second, but that was all he needed. The thrill of the hunt filled him with adrenaline. It had been ages since he’d been in the field to assist his father, and yet he grew more excited at the thought of draining the soul from the mortal's body and watching the light fade from his eyes. It was always the same when they faced him. They were always so sure they could vanquish him, always ready to battle and yet when they set eyes upon him, the very fear that they once hid came to the surface. The very soul within their mortal frames quivers and begs to be freed, and Shi’a being the gentle angel of death simply delivers freedom at their request.
Shi’a had slipped into the shadow with such swiftness, it was hard to keep track, that is until he struck. His voice filled the room first.
“Well well, you must be the infamous Arclight. I expected more from you.”
Shi’a emerged from the shadows as black and purple miasma slowly poured from him, traveling along the floor.
“I have so many questions.”
Corvus faced Shi’a with a furious glare, the weapon he was holding shimmering with golden light. Even the bayonet affixed to the bottom of the gun barrel glowed as well, signifying that it had been enhanced to greater proportions of power.
“Expected more?”, Corvus replied, taking out a pistol from beneath his coat and infusing it with the quiet rhythm of psychic energy. “Did you expect someone taller? I’m sorry to disappoint you. I really am.”
Corvus, knowing that something as ghostlike as this couldn’t be fought in close quarters, let alone with that strange miasma spewing all around it. He wasn’t sure what that was, but Corvus did not desire to test it out. What he needed, then, was a more open area.
Arclight fired an infused round, aiming it at the floor that Shi’a was standing at. He quickly turned tail and ran towards the open window out of which he had fired his shot, aiming to land upon that conveniently angled piece of roof. He was going to get to the open streets…
The man was actually rather handsome. Funny how mortals spent a majority of their lives fascinated by the beauty others possessed. Shi’a tilted his head at the response of the rifle wielding vigilante and would have laughed had the shot aimed at the floor not distracted him. The resulting explosion caused the floor to cave and debris to hit Shi’a ethereal form again, yet he remained hovering over the huge hole caused by Arclight. The man dashed towards an open window and landed on the roof. The chase was always the fun part. Shi’a miasma twisted and melded into a beautiful bow. Souls trapped within the weapon begged to be free. He pulled the silver bow string and waited for the right moment. With great precision he released two arrows that soared at immense velocity towards Corvus.
Corvus looked over his shoulder to see whether Shi'a had been neutralized by the previous shattering of the floorboards… only for him to see that the man was still there. Now, though, the pursuing wraith person was aiming at him with a bow… and he looked just in time to see the string get loose.
It was strange, then, that the arrows made no sound. Corvus evaded one of the flying projectiles, but the other hit him at the shoulder. Right at the same place where he had shot the Tracksuits a while ago. He yelped in pain. This was different to what he had expected from an arrow. It would seem that just like the man himself, the arrows were not mundane in nature… but magical? The arrow wasn't stuck there, despite the welling sense of pain that lingered on that spot, and there wasn't any bleeding.
"Ow. Ow," Corvus hissed as he tried to lift the gun to no avail as the stinging sensation on his shoulder forced down his arm. He felt slower, too. Something definitely was fishy about those arrows.
"Okay, we can talk about this. How much does he pay you?... Eh…"
Alright, that was quite the blunder.
Shi’a phased through the wall that separated him from Corvus and approached the man who was pinned by his spirit shackle. The more he resisted, the tighter the chain would become. Shi’a hovered like smoke on the wind until he was a mere foot or two away from Corvus.
“Ahh, now you wish to talk. Very well, I suppose I can talk. After all, it has been a while since someone as handsome as you has crossed my sight,” Shi’a said, moving in a circle around his prey. “If you are wondering what he pays me, I assure you it is beyond your bank account, but perhaps you can compensate me in other ways.”
Shi’a hand reached out and stroked the side of Corvus’ face before retracting back into his form.
“Relax, I’m merely having a little fun. Now, there is something I want to know and you are the man to tell me. How long have you targeted his businesses?”
"Oh, bloody hell, this one's a flirting bloke..." Corvus hissed again, as the flirting that accompanied the question began in earnest. Handsomeness? Compensation? Face touching? They've only just met-
"Alright, since you're nicely asking, I suppose I'll answer," Corvus began, not sure why this person is simultaneously terrifying and funny. "I've been hitting these 'businesses' for the last five or so years. Because newsflash… drugs are bad for you."
Corvus tried his best to ignore the fact that he was apparently very attractive to the eyes of this… person. Who was the last person who told him that anyway, Mom? That's what moms always say…
Shi’a couldnt resist the giggle that burst forth, but the many voices made it bone chilling to hear.
“Five years…… Five long years. You must be tired. Is it rewarding? To keep the streets of New York drug free. The sad realization is there will always be someone willing to distribute drugs without consequences. It's a pity that money can twist even the greatest of souls.”
Shi’a was tired of the business his father ran. When would the man focus more on his legitimate businesses? The last thing he wanted was to have to visit his father behind bars. Even wealth had its limits. For the last four years Shi’a dedicated his life to creating a clean business for his father in various states across the country, but here in New York his father seemed hell bent on distributing toxins to the citizens of the great state. It saddened him, but he was faithful to his father and would do as he asked. This man could be a saving grace for him. This man could help him, but would he be willing to make a deal with such a dark entity as Shi’a?
“Has there been a decline in drug use since you started your vigilante mission? What is to stop another from taking the Kingpin’s spot when he is gone?”
Shi’a’s flirtatiousness had diminished and his tone was serious. He wanted to know if this man’s efforts were for naught. Have there been any results?
"Look…" Corvus looked away, his tone becoming one of sombreness. "We all dealt with the Blip in our own way, alright? This is how I first dealt with it, keeping my mind off from the fact that everyone I know is dust. Now… well, you… you have a point. But what do you want with me, really?"
“I want you to help me. The Kingpin won’t stop until someone stops him, and I have been in his employ far too long for it to be me. I know there are others like you who want the streets of New York to be a safe place.”
Shi’a paused and sighed.
“I have done so much for him. Killing just so that he would go unchallenged. When I heard that he had a new thorn in his side I figured it would be best for me to investigate instead of him sending someone who would kill you on sight.”
Shi’a stopped circling Corvus and transformed back into his normal form, his beautiful blue eyes piercing Corvus' own. His long hair fluttered in the breeze as he hovered in front of the man still tethered by the spirit shackle.
“Promise me that you will not stop, that you will do everything I can’t to keep this city safe. You give me your word and you are free to go. He will not stop until he is stopped, but when that time comes, promise me you will not kill him.”
"Okay…" Corvus nodded slowly, taking in the sight of this long haired man that looked straight out of one of those Chinese movies about divine, heavenly beings. He had expected something worse the moment that he found out that this person was completely unfazed by a bullet that had enough kinetic energy to blow someone's limbs off, but this was… something.
And this promise… it really was strange, at least for him. This ghostly assassin wants the Kingpin's business to be destroyed? Because he was tired of it? But again, if really was just there to assassinate him… worse things would have happened right now. Corvus is so lucky.
"Alright. I don't really intend to stop," Corvus shrugged. "Not as long as things are as bad as they are. But how can I know that this isn't some… elaborate ruse?"
“Here,” Shi’a said, reaching into the inner folds of his garments and retrieving a card, “this is how you can contact me. Rest assured it is no elaborate ruse. Those are boring and if I wanted you dead you would be dead.”
Shi’a placed the card in Corvus’ front pocket and sighed as he drifted slowly away.
“Just don’t get yourself killed playing vigilante. These roofs are rather slippery,” Shi’a said, as he made a yanking motion with his hand. The spirit shackle broke, releasing Corvus from his restraints and giving him full use of his body. “We will be in touch. After all, your choice of vigilante outfit needs lots of work. Oh and set up a meeting with that friend of yours. The one who blinded the Kingpin’s men. I would definitely like a chat with him.”
Do I look like I want to play with costumes…?
Corvus sighed, looking down on the rooftop that he was standing on before looking back at Shi'a. "Well, if you want to meet Quasar… that guy comes and goes as he pleases. If you can count an interstellar star ghost as a guy, that is. He could be nearby. Or far away. I just never know when he's around."
He then looked away, a smirk slightly on his face. "You're the only one who ever complimented my face. That… is funny."
“Fabulous, then it’s settled. The next time you encounter him, let him know of my request and we can go from there,” Shi’a said, “and you are handsome, just own it more, no one can deny it. Judging from your outfit, I can have something tailored in no time.”
Shi’a’s bubbly personality was showing and he quickly reeled it in before throwing an adorable wave at Corvus before being consumed by the shadows.
"Huh," Corvus shrugged to himself just as the cawing of his crow filled his ears. "That was weird. Well, cheerio, I guess…"
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Alfred Gunther/The Frostbite
Never One...
Without the Other
Alfred stayed quiet, doing his best to pretend to not notice that the power had gone out. He had barely finished the spicy noodles that he had been granted in account of good behaviour within this prison when thay fateful event occurred, one that would, without a shadow of doubt, be the catalyst towards the beginning of an escape. His mind yearned for the freedom of the open sky, the cold winter air, the feeling of touching the clouds themselves. Or perhaps, that was the other half of his being, that primordial spirit that had once graced itself as a protector of mankind, only to be shackled in return. It wants to break free. They want to be free.
And so, Alfred put his gaze downward, placing his attention on the power suppressant that was mounted on his ankle. The blue light that signified that it was working properly began to dim in concert with the power grid of the station sputtering towards ineffectual silence.
"Ah, I see. So that's how it works.", Alfred pondered as he looked upon it with invariable scrutiny. "It's connected to the power grid too... such a spicy contraption couldn't possibly be powered by a battery... not at this small size."
Now, he just needed to wait for the perfect moment. Ameliya and that other person were going to begin a distraction soon, and when that time comes, he'll have to take this suppressant off, one way or another. It was clamped on through what seemed to be a keypad, but if it were to be made brittler by the application of cold, and then shattered with something strong enough, that might just do the trick-
Alfred turned. He noticed that Julia had taken off Kailani's muzzle. Perhaps the alien creature to whom he had donated all his silverware could be the answer. He leaned forward, whispering.
"You wouldn't mind breaking the piece of metal bound to my ankle, yeah? You can eat it after we take it off. Deal?"
Konstantin Salazar
The Wanderer
The Wanderer
Interaction: No one. For now.
"Public menace, friend, and... who? These people just can't make up their minds!"
Konstantin quietly sat on a bench, taking in the cold winter wind that blew across the street. Anyone that bothered to take their attention towards this coat clad, sunglasses-wearing man might have thought he was a spy waiting for a colossal screw-up to happen somewhere, anywhere in the city, or a bored tourist that had been disappointed by what New York had to offer this year. Or just a guy that liked to read newspapers in an age when everyone just uses cellphones to look for news on the fly.
All of these couldn't be further from the truth, as he was the Wanderer; one of many vigilantes that ran around New York City now that the Avengers had disbanded and the greatest existential threats to humanity extinguished. His power, fueled by a magic gemstone embedded deep into an ancient necklace that he almost always wore, were of portals and solidified energy. The press called him the Wanderer because he often appeared in various crime spots seemingly at random, cornering criminals with a shield of energy that flickered with azure light. He certainly didn't use the same magic as the Sorcerers that some individuals might be familiar with, as the color schemes are quite different...
At times, he'd be bothered by people who were fans, which prompted him to wear facemasks and pretend to be sick almost all the time. Konstantin certainly had never killed anyone in the line of this 'job', so that was somewhat of a plus. It really was a wonder then why certain personalities had labeled this portal-maker a menace to the people when all he had done was help them.
Well, not in the past, anyway. But disappearing for five years had its effects on his worldview.
Still, he was bored. With the days leading up towards New Year's Eve getting rather dull, Konstantin had mostly been watching the news for something interesting. Politicians were being weird, and the police were less responsive than usual. All in all, he smelled a deeper conspiracy within a byzantine machination of organized crime, but there was little he could do to investigate. Most goons were rather unhelpful when it came to vital information, which made it harder to figure just what kind of madness was happening.
"Welp," Konstantin muttered to himself and opened up a portal that led towards one of the places he liked to dine in: Joey Dough's Pizza. Who didn't like pizza anyway?
Quickly, he strode through, closing the shimmering purple gateway with a flick of his wrist. He would quickly find himself face to face with at least three other vigilantes: Picture Perfect, Hi-Volt, and Jackpot. Are they in for an impromptu gathering now? Who's gonna be next.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?", Konstantin offered to the redhead man whose name he struggled to remember. "Just here to get myself a nice box of pizza."
We all kind of know each other, though...
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Alfred Gunther/The Frostbite
Never One...
Without the Other
When we get a couple of floors above we’re gonna have to make a pit stop to grab an inmate in Cell XIII; he’ll will help us with getting to the surface. So do you got any ideas that could help with the plan?” She said asking Locke. The only thing Mr.Q had given the means to escape their cells. There was not much else that could help them escape the asylum. “That fucker better know how to escape this hell hole.” She thought biting her lower lip.
Alfred could only listen in to the escape plan that the lot of them were brewing upon that place, his face painted in an unemotional poker expression. Even his mind was silent; the Frostbite itself was unsure of such an audacious attempt to leave this secure prison, the mother of all prisons, even. Not that there was a lot for him to do at such a location. It was underground, with very little space for his phoenix form's vast wingspan to manoeuvre.
"Apologies. I don't think I have a lot to contribute to the escape itself. Perhaps I can temporarily freeze pursuant guards in place, or form walls of ice to delay them, but with this place's hallways being as cramped as a plumbing tube, there will be very little space for my cryophoenix form to move around."
The cryomancer paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. "Despite that, I may be able to use my transformed state in the more spacious areas, but that's entirely... up to the air, one might say."
Yep, he just made a flight related pun. Of course he did.
Corvus Rodin Helstrom, the Arclight
Location: Inside a dilapidated building
Interaction - Quasar
"Arclight!" Quasar barked cheerfully. His voice crackled and popped as though it was being fed through an old timey radio. "I'm so glad you were nearby. I've found the base of operation of some nefarious drug runners for the Tracksuit mafia. You know, the ones who refer to everyone as their brother? I believe if we worked together, we could make short work of it."
And just like , Corvus yelped, almost shrieked in a high pitch even. "Ah! Lord lovin... Bloody hell mate, you just nearly scared me to death!" Corvus had nearly slid and fell down backwards towards the dusty concrete floor at Quasar's sudden zooming. He swore that he just spotted the cosmic entity floating in the street below and now that he was nearly out of the door...
"Okay, okay, I see. Tracksuits, doing their typical business in the city. In Christmas season... of course. That's just par the course for them, bloody idiots. Alright, love, we will have to show these strangely wholesome yet annoying tracksuit wearers the reason why drugs are bad."
Corvus looked down, quietly placing his hand on a holstered pistol, causing it to glow in a gold shine, if only a little bit. "That, and I'm a bit bored with nothing to do. Alrighty then, lead the way, space person."
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