Zoey Boey

World of Light

Level 3: 13/30
Word Count: 549
Location: Al Mamoon- Rocket Inc
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 3: 14/30

Jesse listened to Midna's explanation and was placated for now. Even if this whole thing did seem stupidly dangerous. Maybe she was just biased because she almost died. Like, as in she was fatally mortally wounded. Maybe they were all used to that kind of thing or something. Jesse had come close to dying sure, but on her world if you got hit like that, you were toast. And if Jesse died, than her friends at the Bureau were toast, too. And she still was trying to process the enormity of the situation she was in.

"It was either walk into a battlefield or let people die. That's what I mean. You can't always engage in the optimal situation." Jesse said. She placed a hand on her hip and thought for a moment.

(I'm used to being in charge, or fighting alone. I'll have to get used to this, turns out.)

Jesse rubbed her chin. Considered Midna's moral plight. "All right. I'll follow along. But we need to do better. I can't die for this sidequest. I still need to know what's really going on here."

Soon, they came to a maze. While the others talked, Jesse kind of tuned out and just observed the entire area. Tempting as it was, she wasn't going to try and start ripping these conveyor belts out of the ground. What would be the point of that? Spite the designer? There would also probably be some kind of trap mechanism or other negative consequence. No, destroying the maze is a last resort. If she was getting chased by a monster or something might give it a shot.

Jesse pursed her lips and surpressed a smirk as Midna floated right over the maze to the exit. Lucky. "I used to be able to do that." Jesse commented. "Soon. I'll be able to do it again. Until then, I'll just have to solve the maze like the rest of the plebeians."

Jesse let herself get taken by the conveyor belts, being flung and spun about the place in the starting area. Just to get used to things. Smoothing out her hair (probably pointless), she rolled her shoulder and got to work on solving this puzzle.

For the first part she followed behind in the eager Mao's footsteps. As she surveyed the environment, she realised he was about to take a wrong move. "Wait up." Too late. "Calm down, Mao. You can solve it easy from there, I'm sure."

The Director looked through the blue glass around her, concocted her plan, and began being pushed a round the place. Hesitating at one part to make sure it was the right move, she continued onwards. Soon she was in the same room with Midna. "All right." Jesse huffed, flattening out her shirt. "Not the most motion sickness activity I've undertaken in my life. We're all good." The Director did look a bit unsteady for a second, blinking a few times and wobbling.

Jesse's Path.

Regaining her composure she nodded at Midna and approached the elevator. Crossing her arms she leaned up against the wall nearby the elevator and waited for whoever wanted to go first to do whatever they wanted to do. Joining this mission half-way through meant she felt zero need to take the lead on this.

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

On the N-Train

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"Mmno, no cash." Pandora responded, dealing out the cards to Marcie and Travis. Even if the quiet girl hadn't responded, the older woman was dealing her in anyway.

"The aquarium, eh? I've seen some mighty strange marine life. Once, I saw the kraken tear a ship apart in the north Atlantic ocean." Pandora said. "Terrible thing. Those poor sailors. Our ship managed to escape, but I wouldn't be surprised if that creature was still lurking beneath the depths. Twice as big as a whale."

They didn't get very far into their card game before the pirates attack.

"Oh, jolly good." The cards were removed from the hands of whoever was holding them and moved quietly back into the card box. "Well. If you were worried about being bored, tonight's guests are going to need to be entertained." She indicated the adjacent train car.

Blitz and Dhampir barelled onwards to confront the invaders who had loudly announced their presence.

"Travis. Marcie." Pandora nodded to the both of them. "You'd better not keep them waiting. I'm sure you'll do fine. Failing that, I'm sure you'll at least survive." The woman had one leg crossed over the other, and made absolutely no movements to move from her seat whatsoever.

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Brookside

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"...What the fuck?" Penny murmered under her mask to herself, briefly breaking character. What were they doing? Why were they acting so weird?

Penny Lu might not be the smartest of the smarts, but she did have what apparently nobody planning this entire operation did: experience. Criminals didn't act like this. Sure they could be scared of her, but not like...whatever this was.

Before she could fully contemplate the situation, a little flashlight cut through some of the smoke and illuminated her silhouette. A bit of bad luck, but Shadow Scythe Vengeance turned it into an opportunity. in an impressive bit of sleight of hand she placed a smoke pellet underneath her shoe.

From her pouch she produced a Stink Bomb, or rather, a Gas Bomb. The chemicals inside, designed by a reformed supervillain, were a nasty concoction. Weaponized and re-themed not to just smell really bad, to assault and stupifiy the senses. Like modified skunk bear extract and tear gas. With the other hand, she flung a scythe attached to a chain like a grappling hook. It wrapped around the center supporting beam of the warehouse rafters.

"VILLAINS!" Shadow Scythe Vengeance declared, her voice deep and amplified. Now the light from Leo's phone wasn't a nuisance, but rather a dramatic spot light. Her shadow was enlarged, and painted upon the billowing grey smoke behind her. The beady eyes of her lenses, deep-set within her mask skull, glittered menacingly.

"For too long, you have poisoned the good people of Brookside. It ends tonight!" Truly, she was the reaper-esque visage of vengeance, staring down upon all of them with judgemental intnet.

"This is your one and only warning. Surrender now, and you will not be harmed. If you resist..." She lifted her grenade hand and raised her index finger on all of them. She indicated everyone in the room. "...then prepare for a long, dark night."

At that moment, one woman fired some kind of flaming projectile in her direction. In reaction, the put pressure on the pellet and broke it, creating another burst of smoke in her immediate area. Scythe hopped backwards off the rafter. The tension in her grappling hook kept her suspended a few feet below it. Flicking her thumb, she primed the Gas Bomb and flung it through the smoke at Beth. Someone who could both attack her at range and create consistent light would be a problem.

Should the gas bomb go off and it's particulates inhaled or come in contact with the face, the effects would be painful. Like getting pepper sprayed and suffocated at the same time. Scythe pulled herself up and hopped right back onto the rafter and once again began moving about in the smokey darkness above the warehouse.

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

well its not been that long.

im still working on finding time to RP today so. should happen soonish.

World of Light

Level 6: 07/60
Location: The Maw: The Depths
Word Count: 355
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 6 : 08/60

The TV connected, but the monster didn't seem to be stopped by it. Instead they blundered onward in a horrific mockery of walking. Clutching the bottle tight, Sakura wondered if they could see her. He wasn't acting like he could.

Geralt and Bella ended up throwing bottles to distract him. Whenever they threw one, he blundered over to it with a terrible noise.

He locked onto Peach, though, the poor Princess being too slow and too loud to escape his wrath. But for a brief moment, Sakura thought he had detected her instead. As it charged towards Peach, Sakura squeezed her eyes shut and hunched down. Like she could do nothing except brace for impact. Nothing happened to her, however. Sakura let out a breath and watched as poor Peach was squished right up against a chain link fence and flung across the way. Horror flashed across Sakura's features. She managed to surpress any vocal reaction though, having realised what was going on.

Mirage was planning on doing something. To be honest, Sakura didn't really have any good plans. The brunette carried her bottle with her like it was the only thing connecting her to this world. As quickly and as quietly as she could, she pattered over to Peach on her tippy toes. Her purple shoes making very small, but still present, tapping noises. Hopefully the racket and schemes the others were making would protect her.

The path ended up with Sakura getting pretty close to the proxy, but some adrenaline based determination kept her moving forwards. "Flight" certainly wasn't her fear reaction. Never had been. Maybe she only froze earlier because punching wasn't an option. Now, though, someone needed her help. Standing idly by wouldn't help their situation.

Sakura gently set her bottle down and rolled Peach onto her back. Lightly, she slapped the side of the Princess' face. "Wake up, Princess Peach! Wake up!" She whispered in an attempt to rouse her. Failing that, she would hook her arms under the Princess's arms and drag her to the shadowed area under the Communications Console, to get her out of the open.

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

and by today or tomorrow i meant today or tomorrow

oops

World of Light

Level 6: 06/60
Location: The Maw: The Depths
Word Count: 371
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 6 : 07/60

"Oof, yuck."

"...Yucky."

"Ugh."

"Nope."

"Īe."

Sakura rubbed her nose and set down the bottles. "This is just gross bottles of gross stuff. Magic potions don't look like this, right?" The girl coughed. Mirage was still giving updates. Could he even hear them? "Ugh. That was a waste of time. My face hurts. Sorry, Rika-chan, no dice."

How quickly would her focus shift. Bowser was looming right over the edge of the water and almost regretted for her wished for. Fish guy came to eat him right up. Sakura's little arms went up and she ran around in a circle for a moment, a burst of fear giving her energy but having nowhere to expend it. She ended up right back where he started.

"Geez! You distracted him, sure! But that was a little too close, don't you think?" Sakura said.

Another heavy dull thump. Bella called it out. Weren't they supposed to be safe? Sakura grabbed one of the closed bottle and held it by the neck like a makeshift weapon. It felt weird to be using a weapon, they normally weren't her style. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

"I don't know, Bella-san. This place is driving me crazy." Sakura complained bitterly, eyes wide as she tried to find the source of the noise.

Their uninvited guest came to them out of the floor. He, she, they...whatever they were, their form was revolting to look at. Sakura's heart dropped as soon as she saw it. From terror, and also pity. The stretched face looked like it was in horrible, horrible pain. Like many things in the Maw, the visage seared itself into her mind.

Rika panicked and threw a TV (she was strong!) and Mister Geralt threw a bottle. For her part Sakura just stood there. They couldn't run too far away. What if it got Mirage? They had to stay and distract it somehow. Could it really see them? What if they was friendly? Sakura wasn't sure where to go or what to do. So instead she just clutched her bottle, by Rika's side. Analysis paralysis? Frozen in fear? Tactical evaluation? Whatever you call it, Sakura's knuckles were white and she stared up at the proxy.

Level 3: 12/30
Word Count: 441
Location: Al Mamoon- Rocket Inc
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 3: 13/30

Her plan worked pretty damn close to perfect. Except for the part where she failed. The Dragonborn took the hit and poofed away. Maybe she had gone easy on him, after all. She could have blown his damn head off if she wanted too. Instead she aimed for his chest. Because maybe if she just mortally wounded him, Midna could have done that heart thing. And they could have captured him or something. Jesse frowned, still aiming at the spot the Skyrim guy had been.

Mao came over to her, indicating the Dragonborn was most likely dead.

"Well, if he bleeds out wherever he is now, that's not on me." Jesse concluded. The Service Weapon vanished. Her rocket launcher snarled on her shoulder.

Mao handed her the axe. She accepted it reluctantly, but quickly reconsidered. "Err, yeah, you can keep this one, kid. This kind of weapon isn't my style. You'd put it to more use then I could. Plus, I'm running out of places to put weapons." She handed the axe to him.

Midna seemed particularly upset at how this encounter went. The Director watched as Midna freed Laharl from the influence of- whatever it was that brought them here.

"Listen, Princess." Jesse began. That sounded a lot more sassy than she intended. She walked herself back with her body language, raising her hands apologetically. "Princess Midna. I know you mean well. But on my world, taking people alive when shooting starts isn't really a priority. Capturing people who want to kill you, usually means the good guys end up dead. My case in point? I was literally almost shot to death by that asshole because you and me went easy on him." Jesse said with a shrug.

"And it looks like it works the same way here, as well." Jesse concluded. "This is a warzone. People are gonna get killed. Taking folks alive is a luxury."

"Which...brings me to my next question." The Director walked over to Princess Midna. "What the hell are we doing here?" The redhead whispered harshly. "What does this little civil war have to do with anything? Shouldn't we be focused on trying to stop this thing? Whatever it is? Do you have a name for it?" Jesse glanced around.

Lots of people in this room were affected. They had red eyes. With the benefit of hindsight, that must have been what she, on some subconscious level, had been aware of. But that was only because of her prior experience, and even then it was only a tickle in the back of her mind. Someone without her background, or something similar, would be totally oblivious.

Street Punk Serenade: Delinquent Days

will post today or tomorrow!!

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

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Brookside

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Guardian Angel was a useful little gadget. Round and around she went. No one seemed to notice the quiet little drone, the pitch black paint blending in perfectly with the dark purple overcast Castleburg night.

There were about ten people in the warehouse. A little more than half of them were dressed up as workers, going to and fro and fiddling with things. The remaining few were probably muscle, dressed up in more casual street clothes. More metahumans, maybe? If there was one constant in this world, it was that metahumans didn't like uniforms. They always wanted to stand out, at least a little bit. Retain their individuality. Clearly they've never participated in a Black Bloc protest. Penny has. Her first "costume" was just an outfit she had worn to a counterprotest.

Hopefully, they weren't all metahumans. Or at least, they weren't metahumans with impressive powers. Anyone above a C-tier usually isn't just standing around on guard duty all day long. Even if they were above C, the element of surprise was the great equalizer. The vast majority of powers relied on line of sight and being aware of your target. Stealth attacks were the weakness of many, many superpowers. Almost all of them.

And since there were explosive, and possibly valuable chemicals in the lab, she wouldn't have to worry too much about AoE attacks. If she did, then, well, it was more likely they would blow themselves up before they blew her up.

There. Guardian Angel spotted it's secondary target. A breaker box on the outside of the building, unguarded. The drone flew back to her and was placed back into its box, job done for now. Attaching her scythe to the roof, Vengeance repelled down using its chain. She hopped off and broke open the steel boxes with her other bladed weapon. Sheathing that, she produced her right, electric baton, and flicked it on. Once she did this, they'd know something was up.

She held onto the chain with one hand. With a series of deep clunks, she flicked all the levers from one end to the other. All the lights in the warehouse went out one by one. Now, she reached for her baton. The weapon crackled to life, and she slammed it into the circuit breaker. No stopping it now.

(Darkness falls.)

The Vengeance Armor was resistant to electricity, but she wasn't worried about that. Her muscles did twitch slightly, but she shook it off as she disconnected.

Now that those inside the warehouse were submerged in darkness, it was time for the vigilante to strike. Tapping a button on the side of her mask, lenses appeared over her eyes, completing the air-tight seal over her face. She ascended up the side of the building and dashed into the vents. Crawling at high speed she maneuvered into the building itself, peaking down through grates into the warehouse below.

The main air ducts were easy enough to crawl through, but there were several off shoots that only air was supposed to travel through. She could hear whirring fans and feel the pull of the current.

(Something's in the air tonight.)

Confident that the filters built into her mask would hold, Shadow Scythe Vengeace began deploying her chemical warfare. From below, people would see dark grey smoke clouds began to billow out of the ventiation system. Vision obscuring clouds, making the darkened high areas of the warehouse borderline impossible to see through. As quietly as she could, Scythe used her steel-slicing blade to cut through one vent in particular, when she was sure no one was looking at it. If people were using flash lights to compensate, that essentially offered her a free view of the drug dealers' cone of vision.

Once through the vent, she used her scythes and her impressive upper body strength to not drop directly down, but instead stick her scythes into the steel and climb up and around to the top of the lowered duct. There she leaped to a nearby rafter. Night vision guided her way from steel beam to steal beam. Like a rat in the attic she hopped around, gauging the situation.

From her advantaged position, she produced one of her bolas. That high-durability and flexibility fibre, ended with two heavy metal spheres. She raised them, twirled them around her head to build speed, and threw them full force at the person she thought was most out of position. The man who seemed to be in charge, with the marine head and gills. If it hit, it would wrap around his upper body, smack into him and knock him over to the ground.

(Let the hunt begin!)

World of Light

Level 6: 05/60
Location: The Maw: The Depths
Word Count: 448
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 6 : 06/60

Sakura looked at Bowser with a confused look on her face. "W-well, all that doesn't matter. Just be nice, Mister Bowser." Especially infront of Rika. She got the impression Rika was more, uh, impressionable, then Bella. She wasn't used to being the same size as Bowser. She was used to his big turtle dragon form.

The brunette blinked as Rika tore a piece right off of her dress. "Oh, Rika-chan! Don't-" Sakura held her tongue. It was already done. Would be bad to make Rika feel silly about it, now. "Yes, that does help. Thank you." Sakura took it and blew her nose. Shortly thereafter her face was much cleaner, felt better, and she could see more clearly again. The crying was cathartic and all, but it wasn't practical.

Sakura balled up the torn piece of fabric and...awkwardly let it fall into the water. The roughness of the material did mean her little nose was a little red.

Once this was all done, she could finally focus on the distant, epic battle. A giant piece of metal was dropped right on the fishmonsters head. "Oooh! Take that!"

Geralt soon joined in. "Nailed him!" Sakura pumped her fist, unaware of her pun.

Then a little fireball fell into the water. "...Yeaaah! Chase him off!" Sakura hesitated as she thought what encouraging thing she should say. At least he could still throw a fireball at all. Meanwhile, Mirage was excited that he found the controls using the BULL. Which was great, but nobody else could see what he saw so in Sakura's opinion it was a waste of time to hang out by him. If she wanted to help Junior and Duerage, she would have to be paying attention for ways she could help while up here. Bella could stay over by him for moral support, too.

Rika pointed out a collection of knick knacks as Bowser tried to lure the bad fish monster over with some horrible jar. "E to..." Sakura thought. A TV? A doll? "I dunno. Cute doll, kinda." Sakura went over to the bottles. "Maybe these are bombs or potions or something? Or maybe just empty glass bottles could be useful somehow. Like distractions or something? Do you know what's in them, if anything?"

The girl looked for labels. Written in Japanese or English, hopefully. Failing that, Sakura started opening some bottles to try and get a look at the substance on the inside.

"Or we could just try to get someplace high and drop the TV on the fish guy's head." Or maybe they could find something to eat. They were all starving.

Level 3: 11/30
Word Count: 403
Location: Al Mamoon- Rocket Inc
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 3: 12/30

"I'll make it up to you." Jesse said to Midna, only half-joking. It seemed the princess could store anything she wanted, as she saw her do it with one of Fuse's guns. That was a good idea. Unfortunately, Jesse could only store things with a connection to the Astral Plane within the Astral Plane. Still, she didn't want to leave a rocket launcher lying around, now that she thought about it. She pulled it towards her and slung it over her shoulder, in that way video game characters can do. Hopefully it didn't bite her ear.

Her shots connected, the Dragonborn falling over and summong some kind of demon to his aid. Said fire demon beset herself upon Mao. Or, was that Laharl? She got them mixed up.

Now, the Skyrim guy was reaching into his pocket to pull out- another emergency escape button. Mao was totally distracted by the Astronach. Cleverly, he put his axe infront of his axe to deflect bullets. Jesse was going to give him the benefit of the doubt, and assume that he wasn't an idiot. His axe was probably magic, and he probably had the strength to actually block a few shots from her high powered gun. Alternatively, maybe he was just some ignorant viking who didn't know any better, or he was just dumb. Still, if there was one thing the Director didn't want to do, it was underestimate her opponents.

So instead, she tried an alternative plan of attack. Disruption. Jesse extended her energies to the ground right on the other side of the prone Dragonborn. With a pull, she wrenched a piece of concrete right to herself- and right through the Dragonborn. This would bounce and skid the warrior right to her, if it didn't kill him outright. The impact might prevent him from using his homeward bone, she wasn't sure. Walking forward, she switch the Service Weapon from Grip, to Shatter. The pistol-like weapon shifted easily into an abstract representation of a one-handed shotgun. The end of the barrel become disconnected, and horizontally wide.

Knocking the wounded Dragonborn toward her with a piece of concrete, she levelled her shotgun down at his form and pulled the trigger at extremely close range. The psychic bullets erupted forth from the gun and plunged into his center of mass. It was called 'Shatter' for a reason. Jesse had learned her lesson: no mercy. Her enemies were too dangerous and unpredictable to be given an inch.

Love Will Keep Us Together: A Suicide Squad RPG

off line i guess. too bad, i was looking forward to it