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Ah, dammit, I took out the second bouncer in my ninja'd edit post. Hang on, I'll edit it again.

EDIT: Did it.
Oscar took off sprinting just as soon as he saw the girl in the belt start running, swearing loudly at her back. It became quickly apparent that he had no chance of keeping up with her, however - she was faster than any person had any damn right to be. By the time he caught up, she'd already smashed her way through the door and one of the bouncers, revealing a rather posh room full of hired security. A card from Eric flew into the second bouncer, so Oscar opted to continue his charge inside.

"Oi, douchebag!" he screamed as he shoulder-tackled the first thug he saw, knocking him to the ground. He aimed a few wild kicks at the man's head, then bent down to grab him by the shirt. Grunting, the Enhanced lifted the man over his head and threw him through the room, sending him crashing into a table and splitting down the middle.

Panting, Oscar stepped through the door, fumbling in his pants for his gun. He'd just managed to produce the weapon when a dull, stinging impact took him hard in the shoulder, causing him to toss the gun out of his reach. Getting shot sucked.

A few more thugs were running at him, including, rather miraculously, the man he'd already thrown - Oscar had thought he'd be down for the count, but he looked to be soldiering on. What a hero. The enhanced shifted his injured arm for a moment and charged forward, yelling.

He clotheslined one thug directly in the forehead, sending him spilling to the ground. The bouncer from before had produced a knife, and swung it widely a few times. Oscar blocked it with his arm, each parry sending another line of dull, stinging pain down his arm as he was cut. "Will you - urg - will you STOP THAT?"

Oscar grabbed the back of his neck and threw himself into a bone-cracking headbutt, silently thanking the bastard doctor for giving him a super-strong skull. Dazed and in terrible pain, the hired muscle took a few steps back, shaking his head to clear it. Immediately, the enhanced grabbed a chair and broke it across the man's back, sending him spilling to the ground and leaving Oscar holding two long sticks of wood that he immediately began flailing at his fallen opponent. "Like that, huh, you son of a bitch? That what you wanted? Pull a knife on me, you goddamn..."

He may have continued beating his unconscious victim indefinitely, had the thug he'd clotheslined earlier not struggled to his feet and attempted to save his friend, grabbing a bottle and smashing it over Oscar's head. Grimacing, the enhanced wheeled around, a few shards of glass still stuck in his scalp. "Son of a BITCH!" He punched the man full force in the chest, sending him flying back a few feet.

The enhanced was on him just as he struggled to his feet, blocking a few paniced punches and replying with three of his own that made the thug crumple once again. Oscar bent to lift the man, sending him flying across the room and destroying a very nice-looking couch.
Woo! Mayhem and archenemies! All of this is good news.
Nick clucked his tongue at Lara's reproach. "You're a killjoy, you know that? Suck the fun out of everything." His apocalyptic adventure had gotten a lot less interesting since he'd met Lara, that was certain - suddenly, his day-to-day had become less 'how many zombies can I kill with this chainsaw' and more 'oh no, where are we going to find food and stuff, bleh bleh bleh bleh bleh.' That was unfair, though - he liked the girl well enough, and they'd been through more than a few interesting spots together. The same applied to all of them - good people, if a little boring. He'd stick with them until they got where they were going.

Marcus's words, however, intrigued him considerably more. "I heard walkers! Walkers in the town! I'm in. I am so in." Immediately, the man dashed back to his tent and began tossing his meager possessions into a bag, hurriedly pulling a shirt over his still-bare chest, emerging backpack in hand just as Lex brought up the issue of food. Nick cleared his throat in response and raised his hand. "Um, yeah, I don't think we've really got enough food for a three-course meal, and dining etiquette's kinda gone out the window since our brains got put on the menu. I vote everyone just shovel some grub in them on the way."

Nick fell silent for a moment, somewhat regretting his words - he didn't know Lex very well, but it was obvious that food was important to him, and his seeming obsession with keeping the group fed may have just been some way of coping with... something. "Hey, chin up. Maybe we'll find a five star restaurant you can pillage for ingredients or something, whip us up a big victory feast."

His conscience mollified, he addressed the rest of the group, swinging his axe wildly to and fro. "I get dibs on the first one we see. No, first three. I'm calling it now. Dibs. If we run into a big group everyone just stay together and remember, you don't have to outrun them, you just have to outrun Johnny." Nick chuckled at his own joke.
To be honest, I imagined none of our characters really fighting or turning on each other, more like just bitching each other out constantly, reality tv-style. 'This is the true story... of twelve supervillains... picked to live in a lair... work together and have their lives monitored by a demon... to find out what happens... when villains stop being evil... and start being real.' Maybe that's just me, though.

Oh, and I should also note that the ratio is currently 6-4 in favor of the lair job, 7-4 if Fox Blade joins them as stated he will. Did we even things out a bit too much, or did our DM in his infinite wisdom and strength, (long may he rule), want more people on the lair job?
I was hoping to wait until our esteemed leader Denny posted, but that seems as though it may not happen... I'll get one up at some point today.
I mean, I imagine most of them share Oscar's view of her, which is simply "get a load of this frickin' weirdo." There might be more concern with her schemes to bring the whole world under the control of North Korea if she had a snowball's chance in hell of actually doing that. :p

Then again, he's not American, so...?
So just to pick it up again and continue being active in the OOC chat or otherwise fear I'm being unsocial--

The somewhat terrifying plague doctor, the card shark, a tougher than the average man, and a gorgon who can't really turn people to stone. These people are supposed to hold up, tear up, blood up, and otherwise make an example of a dirty mob casino while the A-lister supers are off dealing with an actual threat.

The risks include the fact that every other person in there could have a gun, the mob boss in charge might know we're coming because of precog and decide he really like this particular establishment and decide to send reinforcements, a B or C-list hero coming by to see what's happening and keep order in the rest of the city while the big boys deal with the real trouble, and possible though not very likely infighting.

Well at least there won't be any bio-weapons in cramp spaces, that would be a real hell to deal with.


I'll grant you when you put it like that, it doesn't sound too good.

I prefer to think of it as: a magical doctor, a guy with demon powers, a supersoldier, and a mighty alien are gonna go smash up a casino inhabited by goons. That's a much more encouraging view. :p
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Wasn't intentional- I've been sitting on this character for a while.

We could make good foils for each other. Maybe they become BFFs, or worst enemies.


Oh, no, I totally get it. Was funny to me is all.

And yeah, I'm thinking now about how they could play into each other. Maybe when it's time to upgrade our powers, they go on an odd-couple mini-mission for a better serum or whatever.
Oh hey, it's a foreign enhanced with generic strength and resistance powers.

I must say, I feel as though my niche has been slightly invaded. :p
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